Naturally (Rowan PoV)

My life since joining this infernal game and meeting Mae has been a rollercoaster! My boyfriend Edmund used me, he impregnated my sister, and my player left me! Then, out of the literal woodwork, comes Maeva! Man, if she was a he, I'd totally be her bottom bitch. Then came Fenris, he was a total goofball and I can still hear his 'Murrs' or 'Yaaaas' when you scratch his back for him. Don't think I haven't seen you lipsticking Fenris! Finally, Maelor... I've never seen anything quite like him. The Devs stupid roleplay lockers prevented me from telling Mae that her brother was bugged. Using the word cursed had to do. Would or even could a bunch of NPCs do to a bunch of scrambled code?

Either way, I swore my fealty to Maeva, if it was not for her then I'd be some petty thief or highwayman. That's what happens to us discarded husks, we become new "radiant" NPCs to add "immersion." What a load of shit. My last name would fade within months, my first within the year. I am who I am and that is solely thanks to Maeva. Being an Inquisitor was pretty cool, not gonna lie! I totally did not expect to go down the religious path. In fact, one of the snippets of my former player I can remember said he was an atheist. I guess its kind of hard to be one in a world where gods are actually real and answer prayers.

That last point led us directly to here. In a quaint tavern called 'The Unicorn's Horn', whose horn was his phallus by the way, in front of a tall lizardman who had shed his loincloth and was presenting his thick sheath and fat nuts for all to see. Oh, and those magical fucking words. "Done! Pretty lady Rowan, get to it!" My face was set ablaze with those words, an incomprehensible stutter even to myself tumbling forth from my mouth. Hunter-of-Beast's delighted visage turned towards me with a cocky smirk. Oh Stars above, what have you gotten me into Mae?

My submissive personality kicked in, forcing me to step forward and get down on my knees. As I was turning my head to rebuke Mae, I was interrupted by the first lungful of air. Fuck! My nose burned, my vision swirled, and I faceplanted right into those squishy but taut reptilian nuts! Soft little spikes poked my cheeks, I ignored the hissing chuckle above me as I pulled back a little to study them. A quick feel showed they were no bigger than half an inch, quite bendable, and if Hunter's groans were to be believed, very sensitive. There weren't too many, one every couple square inches or so, but they looked oddly charming. My brain must have caught up with what my body was telling it as I breathed more of Hunter's musk, and yes, it had to have been musk. There's no doubt as that was the same type of smell Edmund had after a hard workout. Before I knew what had happened, there was my tongue lapping away at those pendulous orbs, vaguely aware the group sat on adjoining stools while Hunter gripped my hair and **** me underneath the bar's counter.

The rest of the crew moved to other stools and were discussing Stars know what, I was focused at the task at hand, or well mouth really. If Hunter took a bath, it was probably only once a week, hell, maybe even once a month! Certainly not enough when you work in a hot and humid place like the jungle nearby! Either way, it was fucking fantastic! At one point he even pulled my face away, unaware that I was pouting, only to tilt my head back and lay them across my face like some fucking ballrest! SHUT UP FENRIS! Time passes differently when you're tongue-bathing an Alpha's nuts, I had no idea how long I was lost in a trance until he pulled them off only to stick his cock down my throat without any warning. I gagged the first few times but thanks to Edmund's frequent 'rituals' I soon got into his rhythm, knowing when to breath and when to hold until my lungs felt like they were going to burst as I made out with his wrinkly finely scaled sheath. His pointed cocktip was buried firmly down my throat, certainly further than Edmund had ever gone! Fucking twatwaffle! I have a new god er... Let's not blaspheme already heh... Alpha? Yeah! I have an Alpha to serve!

Tears ran down my cheeks, drool coating his pendulous balls as he fucked my face into his crotch, never once missing a beat in the conversation to make a lewd quip or down his mug of ale in one go. How do I know that? Perception baby! My hands fondled those slobber slickened orbs, massaging them for their virile load, begging in all the ways I knew how for his mighty load. Pressure on the small tent in my leather pants sent me to the Stars and back, twitching away as I orgasmed made him chuckle. With a mighty shove he held me tightly to his crotch, I could feel his bull balls rise and clench, his cock throbbing not once, not twice, but three times before any cum sprayed down into my throat. The cool sensation very at odds with the usual hot ball juice most people have, but it was nice nonetheless. He held me there even after his thirteenth massive spurt, like some sort of impaled trophy. My vision was blurry as he pulled me back, smacking me hard with his softening, but still formidable, cock. The message was universal and I dutifully started lapping it clean.

"Well, Hunter, that concludes our negotiations! So, we have a deal?" Mae extended her hand, smiling at the coldblooded beast who's tongue flickered out as he stared down at me. His cold red eyes send shivers down my spine. They were primal, not mammalian at all, definitely not human! He glanced back at Mae and grunted, taking the last swig of his ale before getting up, loincloth falling back into place.

"Thissss way..."