He likes it..too much

"Keep going...please.." The player's voice sounded low and smoky to my ears. This must have been one of those players who invested more in Charisma to get the early 'Fuck the bar wench' achievement for managing to fuck the bar wench in the starting tavern within an hour of starting the character. But..well who was I to say so..just a mob the player could probably kill easily enough.

I more firmly grasped the Artificer's cock, a firm grip around the base and start stroking, the young man moans and leans his head back in pleasure. "Suck me.."

"I..I don't.." my half formed protest is cut off as the young man grasps a handful of my hair and pushes my lips down onto his cock. As its warm length enters my mouth I can feel my will to resist fading. What honestly did I gain from resisting..pain and being stabbed again so I would lose all the efforts I had made so far today. So I sucked..I gagged..I felt tears dripping down my cheeks as I was **** to take the young man's full length down my throat.

My mind became a little fuzzy as I felt myself flung down onto my back, the adventurer not even bothering to use my bed and grant me the slightest comfort. My dress was torn away from my upper half, my breasts exposed and cruelly slapped and groped. My hit points being depleted by the roughness of the Hero taking what he desired from me..I was nothing to him. Just a toy. Just a thing.

The young man spread my legs and hiked up my skirts, feeling his cock slide inside me I felt more tears spill onto my cheeks. And something else..I put my hands on the Hero's chest armour and thanked the distraction my hole was providing as the material weakened significantly. My new spell Rot and Ruin degrading the armour effective protection down to 1% over a minute of focused channelling. The Hero was grunting as he thrust into me, distracted by the sensation being fed to him so I was able to cry out before he could react.

"Victor!" The Hero barely had time to turn his head to look at me before the iron shortsword plunged through his chest. The Artificer's armour would have blocked most of the small weapons damage if it was at full effect, but as it was it barely did anything. With the hero still inside her, I grasped the young man by the throat and wrenched my sacrificial knife out of my belt. The idiot's lust to **** me had meant he hadn't even bothered to disarm me first. With a scream of rage I plunged it into the Hero's neck.

Again and again I stabbed and stabbed the thin bladed wavy knife into the Hero's neck until with a pop he disappeared in a burst of blue sparks. A faint golden glow briefly surrounded the neat perfect little brown leather pouch that now sat where the hero had been crouched between my legs. Breathing hard, I looked up at the red eyes of my summon and took a deep breath. I was ok...that was. Less than pleasant, but I've had worse.

Waving my hand over the bag in question, I gasp in surprise as I see what's inside.

Claimant Crystal
Sewing Kit
Portable Workshop
3x Wildcart Elemental Essences (Fire, Lightning, Ice)

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_### I looked at the Claimant crystal for a long moment, then felt the ache between my legs. The burning pain in my breasts and looked at Victor. "Fuck it. I'm not going to let myself keep..keep doing this over and over again."

I reached out for the Claimant crystal and grasped it firmly, then squeezed tightly and crushed it in my grip. Straight away I felt a wave of power go out into my cave around me and a pop up appeared in front of my eyes.

Claim Mount Imporne Grey Merchant Cultist Cave?- - - - - -

With a feeling of grim satisfaction I pushed the claim through and felt that rush of power flowing through me again. Then another pop up appeared in front of me.

_ Enter Name for Location Name: - - - - - -

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With a moments thought I raised my chin and thought the words towards the box. "Opal Darkeye."

Land claimed by: Opal Darkeye
Claim Type: Monster Lair
Resources Detected:
40x Rough Wood
20x Leaves
5x Sap
Sewing Kit
Portable Workshop
3x Wildcart Essence (Fire, Lightning, Ice)
Set up Worshop?
Create Eternal Fire?
Create Ice Box?
Create Chanelling Staff?"

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I looked at the pop up and blinked rapidly..an Ice box? I could keep meat for longer and not have to consume a larger kill quickly with that? And an everlasting fire would be an enormous boon if I wasn't having to constantly use wood to stay warm and cook food. Without any further thought I accepted and felt something shift in me as most of my wood supply vanished but in the centre of my cave a steady orb of red light appeared, putting out the heat of a good sized campfire with no sign of flickering or the smoke of a real fire. A wooden box that I could feel radiating cold was at the back of my cave and a length of wood that was carved with rough magical focusing runes appeared in my hand.

The channelling staff would not only extend the range of my spells but also reduce the mana cost of casting them. So quickly was my mind racing that I had barely noticed two more pop-ups that sprang up.

Level 6 Cultist
Monster, Human, Explicit
Experience to level up - 300/750
Attributes
Strength 25 Dexterity 25 Endurance 30
Perception 35 Intelligence 40+5 Wits 25
Charisma 24 Manipulation 25 Appearance 25

Skills
Lore 35
Occult 35
Stitching 30
Necromancy 35
Athleticism 20
Dodge 20
Intimidate 15

Feats

Merchants Favour - When using the Summon Undead spell, if there are no suitable corpses in

the vicinity, a body shall appear that is appropriate for the level of the spell cast.

Cloth and Flesh - You may use your stitching skill in place of the medicine skill to heal players and monsters.

Wisdom of the Ages - Gain a constant passive bonus to intelligence based on the time since your last ****.

The Black Eye - You can add your occult skill to any attempts to intimidate players or monsters.

Spells

Animate Dead (Minor) - The caster can raise one body to serve as an undead minion for one hour per Necromancy/10.

Rot and Rust - The Caster can cause equipment of one target to start to deteriorate depending

on the channelling time.

Black Dart - The Caster fires a dart of solidified necromantic power at a target. Deals damage equal to Intelligence + Occult

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I blinked slowly, a general buff to my stats and skills as well as a fairly powerful direct damage spell and the length of time I can have Victor active for went from one hour to three hours per casting. I was also nearly halfway to my next level up..running the numbers quickly had me earning two hundred XP per level the Adventurer was.

The second little pop-up was what I turned my eye to next and my heart ran a little cold.

Fame: 15
Defeated a Level 4 Hero +4
People are talking about you +3
Character deleted after Encounter +10
No Name -1
No Lair -1

I felt my heart pounding in my throat. People...Heroes were talking about me? No..not..not more like that one. I was still low level..if I became well known I'd become a revolving door of Heroes wanting to get their rocks off. The fact I was rarely talked about and just a random quest mob had kept me safe from much **** like that in the past. But if people were talking about me..

I tried to draw a deep breath and blew out that breath. Taking several long slow breaths. Nothing to be done about it now. I needed to sleep and recover my own hit points, tomorrow's problems belonged to tomorrow.

With that, I settled down on my bedroll and tried to shake off my worries as I closed my eyes to pass the time.