Decline and return to the knights

Listening to Lepus you can’t say you weren’t tempted but in the end you couldn’t, not with what was going on with the demons. She was disappointed but also said she understood. As you were leaving the guild, the two men from earlier brush by you while carrying an adventurer. You expected her to be **** but no, her eyes were open and she had a look of profound bliss on her face. As you watched thick white liquid dripped out of her and the musky smell filled your nose again.

You stepped outside and hastily headed back to where you last saw the knights. You are a little disappointed to not do the standard leveling up thing, starting with big rats or goblins and working your way up from the bottom. But that wasn’t what was going to happen if you joined the guild anyway. You couldn’t get the faces of the guild girls out of your head. The **** emotions of loss, longing, and bliss. They didn’t just want to take those quests… they ‘needed’ it… they needed whatever had happened to them to happen again. Fear gripped you as you ran away from the guild. Not of monsters, it would be hard to fear monsters with what you knew now… no you were afraid of how close you were to saying yes.

You try not to focus on it, perhaps getting this first Relic will be the power boost you need to succeed. On the other side you are also keenly aware that since arriving in this world you haven’t really been alone at all. Guards were just outside your door at the castle. You were dressed, trained, and accompanied everywhere. Despite understanding that this was all serious and important… after almost two months with no sexual stimulation, your body had gotten a bit pent up. A frustrating heat was rising between your legs, and you could somehow still smell the musky scent of monster semen.

The knights were surprised to see you when you did finally catch up to them but welcomed you back without any complaint. You did however hear some of them whispering behind your back.

“I told you she wouldn’t become a slut like the others.”

“Yeah, I knew you were right… but when she left her duty to go ‘there’… I don’t know man, I kinda got my hopes up… like once you are an adventurer long enough you will sleep with anybody, you know?”

“Don’t you dare make a move on the Hero, the captain gets a whiff that you are even thinking it your head will roll.”

To these people you were The Hero, some sort of sacred and holy existence. Despite the growing arousal you were feeling you realized there was no relief to be had from the men around you. That night when alone you found yourself sniffing your clothes and hair which somehow held on to the scent from earlier. It was faint but enough to cause your juices to flow and your body to cry out with need.

“mmmnnngg”

Your voice slipped out as you began to touch yourself, which was followed by a cry of alarm from outside.

“Are you ok Hero?”

“Yes, sorry, there as a rock under my bedroll and it surprised me.” You lied.

Your body was too sensitive. Every time you tried self-pleasure it quickly became impossible to stifle your moans and cries. This happened at the castle too. Someone would knock on the door or check to see you were ok. Now even while everyone else was asleep your tent was guarded. And so, you had to push your sexual urges down and continue on.

But this was a particularly sleepless night and so you were awake when you heard the call of the watch.

"Monsters, a pack goblins! To arms!"

You jump up and get ready for battle, it would take a while to put on your armor but something inside tells you it would be safer to go without.