Oh goddess...

As John ran, he tried to work out what could have happened. One moment, Rebecca had been fine, the next she was barely able to keep herself upright. Throwing caution to the wind, he used Observe as he crossed the distance between them; if she’d been injured, he needed to know about it right away, pop-ups appearing as he reached her.

The explosion of additional information didn’t do much to explain why the warrior woman was now struggling to stand even with his hands on her shoulders now helping her balance, at least until John noticed the second pop-up detailing the buff that Rebecca was currently operating under.

As he was trying to process what he was reading, the woman he was holding let out a moan and staggered again, her weight catching him off-balance and tipping them both to the ground. “Rebecca, are you ok?” John asked, trying his best to still support her while not knowing exactly where to put his hands.

Rebecca felt like she was on fire. One moment, she’d been able to swing her sword the way she always imagined, heroically saving John from the great beast that had been chasing him. The next, the fire in her sword arm had curled up and dived straight between her thighs. She wasn’t the most experienced of women, but she had experimented enough with her fellow novices in the time since she came of age to know exactly what she was feeling. It was just, while she’d experienced a combat-high strong enough that it led to messing around in the past, she’d never felt the endorphins from battle arouse her this suddenly or this intensely before, to the point where she could barely hold herself upright.

Her vision swam - and then she was falling, and she was dropping on top of John, and he was warm and firm and had his arms around her. Without thinking, she melted into his touch, turning her head to the side and capturing his lips with hers, moaning into the kiss as her hands pressed against his chest.

John’s eyes went wide as the woman who’d come to his rescue crushed her lips against his while whining needily into his mouth. This wasn’t exactly something he’d been prepared for; outside of erotic fiction, women generally didn’t just throw themselves at men, and even if they did, it certainly wouldn’t have been something that happened to him. While his brain tried to process what was happening, his body did what felt natural - one hand wrapping around her back while the other snaked down to her ass, his leg sliding in between hers.

As John moved, so too did Rebecca; her hands slid up to frame his face as she redoubled her attempts to get her tongue all the way down his throat, while her hips rocked hard against him, grinding on his leg where it pressed into her thighs. Her moans became plaintive, before she suddenly sat upright, breaking the kiss and fumbling with the fastening of her Ashcroft skirt. “Rebecca, stop…” John began, finally managing to get some semblance of control back over his thoughts. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed kissing you, but…”

A hand far stronger than his own clamped over his mouth, two glacial blue eyes staring down at him as Rebecca tossed her skirt to one side. “I know something is not right with me, John,” she said tersely. “I don’t usually pounce on people I don’t know that well after a sparring match or combat drills. But right now I can’t think straight, probably some musk or something from the hog. I need to… Look, either help a girl out or keep watch while I clear my head, okay?”

“How can I help?” The words tumbled from John’s mouth before he could stop them, years of ingrained politeness coupled with more than one fantasy about being given that kind of request from a woman joining forces to make him talk without thinking. In response, Rebecca hauled him into a sitting position, turned around and rested her back against his chest.

“Just… hold me. And maybe use your hands? I don’t know… Sorry, you’re nice and all but I barely know you. This is just… it’s just… just helping me clear my head after combat, that’s all. Basically a kind of meditation, really. Nothing sexual at all in it, just two allies in arms helping each other calm down after a life-or-**** struggle…” she said, before tugging John’s hands rather firmly towards her front.

She might have been aroused by whatever that blessing had done to her - but she was certainly not so aroused as to be unable to agree to or indeed clearly direct John on what she wanted to come next. Allowing his arms to be wrapped around the woman, John sucked in a breath as one hand was rather firmly placed on a blazer-covered breast, while the other was pushed down towards the inferno between her legs.

Squeezing the softness that lay under Rebecca’s top between his fingers without really thinking about it, John’s lower hand slid between her thighs and provoked a moan of pleasure from the woman as they drifted across soaked underwear. “How far…” he coughed, clearing his throat before continuing, “how far do you want me to go?”

Rebecca leaned back into him, her head on his shoulder. “You can touch me… I mean, if you’d like,” she said, lifting her hips slightly off the ground to give him a clear idea of what she meant. “Just hurry? I really need to…” the novice’s voice trailed off into a groan of pleasure as John opted to let his lower head do the thinking and slid his hand up onto her stomach before pressing back down - this time inside her panties and into a world of slick warmth.

The woman in his arms arched her back as John’s hand caressed her folds, his fingers curling until they found her clit and began to gently stroke against it. Her breath grew shallow as she whimpered, her hips rocking forward to chase even more sensation from his fingertips. Shifting his arm lower, John curled his hand, palm pressing against her softness as he moved from teasing her nub to sliding first one, then two fingers inside.

Rebecca whined, rocking her hips against his teasing digits, her own fingers digging into her thighs as she felt her climax building. “John… fuck, don’t stop,” she panted, before letting out a gasping cry of, “Oh Gaia!” as he tilted his hand forward - allowing him to both press his fingers deeper as well as rub her clit slowly with his thumb.

Squeezing her breast with more control now as he worked her sex, John rocked his fingers inside her - and some combination of the squeezing, stroking and thrusting of his hands proved too much for the warrior. Rebecca’s arms jerked, her hands grabbing onto John’s bicep with enough strength to hurt as her eyes rolled back and she let out a piercing cry of pure delight, her cunt spasming around his fingers.

In the aftermath of her orgasm, Rebecca sat there panting for what seemed like an eternity before delicately withdrawing John’s hand from between her legs. “That… erm… Thanks for the help?” she said, blushing furiously as she retrieved her discarded skirt. “I’m… I’m really sorry - I don’t know what came over me, must have been something to do with the hog I guess?” Seeing his shell-shocked expression, she blushed even more and waved her hands wildly. “Not that you’re not attractive! It’s just I, errr…”

John’s eyes followed her waving hands - mostly as one was still clutching her skirt, before he blinked and shook his head. “Rebecca, it’s fine. Glad I was able to… help?” he said, trailing off as he too realized the surreality and awkwardness of the situation.

Once Rebecca had restored her clothing a short time later, she returned to a far more businesslike approach to the whole situation, clearly trying to get over her embarrassment at the whole encounter by being as professional as possible. “So you were hunting alone? For resources to build a shrine to Gaia?” she asked as she checked the edge of her sword for any damage.

John nodded, doing his best to put the woman at ease. “Yea. Thanks to this…” he gestured to where, with the aid of her weapon, Rebecca had helped him to gather a sizable pile of foliage from the elder hog’s corpse “…all I need now is a little more wood and metal, and an icon, and I’ll have fulfilled the mission Gaia gave me.” He’d opted to frame his quest as a divine request rather than a video game objective for now - it seemed far more sensible, and at least explained the situation he’d found himself in.

The novice nodded to herself. “Alright. So, wood you can get from the trees if there aren’t any dryadrones around… There’s a harvest spot we could try not too far from here. And then metal… the junkyard trolls? If you’re not too embarrassed by my indiscretion earlier to allow me to assist you, then we could catch a bus and go hunt some - I saw you harvesting them the other day.” She trailed off, realizing her mistake as John’s eyes went very wide.