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Chapter 7
by emdubem
So You Want To Be An Adventurer?
Our erect protagonist comes across his first challenge. The Judge. Will he become an adventurer or a slop boy?
Ixy leads you around her small village after having been given approval from Judge Glade and a little stamp book to mark your quests, "Come on you, time to hunt some rats and find lost jewellery."
She begins walking to the centre of town. With you following behind.
Duin is less than enthused at the prospect, "Seriously? Tall, dark and handsome stranger in a mysteriously world and I'm supposed to be an errand boy?"
Ixy doesn't even address you with a look, "Pretty much."
Duin thinks to himself for a moment, "....and if I-"
Ixy is qucik with a reply "Try to leg it and you'll be dead before a triduum. No weapon and no idea what's out there. You won't make it. The System of Chaos will keep the bandits off of you, but the wild animals hold no such beliefs."
Duin continues walking, slightly annoyed, "....you could stand to be a little more supportive. What's stopping me from getting another guide?"
"Stop walking for a few seconds."
You stop where you are confused.
Waiting for a response you ask, "What's that supposed to-"
Your words get cut off as you see the round succulent cheeks circle that tiny waist and get oh so further away from you. The red skinned, bottom heavy, mini demonette stops and the subtle jiggle of her ass stops two seconds second later.
Ixy looks at you with a slight turn of her head, "Coming?"
".....yes."
You can't see it from behind her, but you know she's smirking at having proved her point.
You approach the community board at the centre of town and Ixy takes a seat on a nearby stump.
Comfortable she points at the board, "Well get to work."
You look it over with a raised brow, "So I do this by myself?"
Ixy smirks as she pulls out a nail file from places only the heavens have seen, "Well only one of us needs to prove themselves. Besides those forearms tell me you're pretty good at doing it by yourself."
Duin: *Growl*.
Ixy giggles to herself. She'd sound like her mother if it was more cute and less mischievous, "Relax it'll be fine. If it's a place of business it'll be easy to find, just look for a big sign. It'll help ya get the lay of the village. If it's a residence I'll guide you directly."
You can only begrudgingly accept the situation, "Fine, fine. Let's see the order of the day."
It's Always Fetch Quests Right?
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Wyld Conquest
Life can be hard. Lust makes you harder.
At 22 years old, Duin, a Bronx, New York native with hopes of attending Juilliard and becoming a newspaper cartoonist. An affable goal....wait aren't newspaper's dying? Okay, so thinking ahead may not be his strongest asset, but he's got heart and ambition. He'd make it someday if he didn't fall into another world in his sleep. A world with fantasy, adventurer and horny. Lots and lots of horny.
Updated on May 29, 2025
by emdubem
Created on May 24, 2025
by emdubem
With every decision at the end of a chapter your score changes. Here are your current variables.
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