Alter the deal

"I am altering the deal. Pray I don't alter it any further," you say.

"WHY YOU!" he rages, swinging his sword about.

"Put that away!" you command.

To his own astonishment, he immediately slides the great sword into the scabbard across his back.

"I will not forget this," he says in a low, menacing voice.

"Very well. In the meantime, keep quiet and come on," you order.

The towering, armored skeleton wordlessly falls in step behind you and Abby. You travel through the night, stopping only once to eat and rest, and arrive back in town the next morning. In the interests of not scaring the entire population to ****, you leave your new 'ally' a short distance from the village.

"Master, next time we go on a quest, can we please buy a scroll of town portal to take? Maybe get some horses? My feet are killing me," Abby says, leaning on your shoulder.

Before you can voice your agreement you notice Leia approaching. She's followed by two brigands in their new studded leather armor. They almost look like professional soldiers now.

"Master, while you were gone we captured a hero trying to sneak into town," she says smugly.

"Very good, Leia. We'll execute him with the rest of the prisoners and reap even more XP," you say with a grin.

"I'll have them brought out immediately!" she says, excitedly.

"No, not yet. I have one thing I must see to first. But in the meantime, have each of the men kick each of them in the balls one time. There should be enough XP to go around that when I kill them, everyone will level up at least once," you say.

Her face lights up at your order.

"Of course, Master! Come on Abby, you're going to have to heal them quite a few times before everyone's had their turn," she says, tugging on the tired blond's wrists.

"Can I sit down to do it?" she asks as she's **** off by the excited brigand sadist.

While they're occupied, you head back over to the village forge.

"Ye'v returned. Has the Dreaded Skeleton King been vanquished?" she asks, setting down her hammer and taking off her apron as you approach.

Seeing her with out the thick leather apron for the first time, you're astonished by just how large her breasts are. In fact, it's a wonder they don't get in the way of swinging her hammer! Each one strains against her otherwise adequately fitting green tunic. The bulges of her oversized nipples are plainly visible through the tight fabric.

You're not sure but you think you see her eyes darting down to the impressive bulge forming in your pants.

"He no longer poses a threat," you say.

No need to tell her that he's actually hiding out amongst a clump of trees, brooding less than a mile from the palisade.

"Great! C'mon. Let's take cara yer reward," she says and heads into her forge.

As she turns, your eyes are drawn to her plump ass cheeks. She leads you in, past the workshop area. Is that a collar and shackles on the workbench? You end up in a modestly sized bedroom. It's furnished with a comfortable looking wood-framed bed, covered in a red blanket. A small nightstand sits next to it.

"I take it you have more on your mind than just upgrading my staff," you say.

"Eh... 'tis it really that obvious?" she says and lowers her gaze. "I've been stuck in this place for as long as I can remember. Heroes come an' go, but nothin' eva changes. They aren't freein' us from the evils of the land. Hell, most times they're worse than the monsters. But then ye show up and kick their arses. An' though I think yer daft for goin' through so much trouble ta upgrade a low level staff, I know yer goin' places far from here. I... I want ta join ye."

You smirk. Having a blacksmith onboard could be mighty useful.

"What's your name and what is it you think you have to offer me?" you ask with a smirk.

"Ey, my name's Gabrielle an' I can offer ye my service as a blacksmith. I can repair an' upgrade yer weapons an' armor. An' if'n ye can bring me enough craftin' materials, I can even make ye new gear," she says.

"Impressive. However, I will require more of you," you say.

"More?" she asks, biting her lip.

"Yes. Much more," you reply, dropping your black robe to the floor and stepping forward.

Again, her eyes dart down to your crotch.

"As a fellow NPC, I offer you the chance to willingly join my haram of warrior women," you say.

She trembles at the last couple words.

"You want me to-," she begins, momentarily forgetting her accent. "Errr... I mean, ye want me ta become yer s- sex ****?"

"Among other things," you say.

"I-," she stutters.

"You lured me in here to seduce me with your body, didn't you? You put on a good show as the fierce, strong blacksmith, but deep down you've longed for what I offer you," you say.

"I... No, it's not true!" she says, shaking her head frantically, trying to convince herself.

She steps back until her legs hit the bed. You spring forward, catching her in your arms.

"Search your feelings, you know it to be true," you say, looking intently into her uncertain eyes.

She lets out a deep sigh and drops her head in defeat.

"How... did you know?" she asks.

"It's pointless trying to hide anything from me," you say.

"Like you said, I put on a good show. It helps keep heroes AND villagers from trying anything funny. No one's ever guessed that I've always dreamed of something else...," she says.

She reaches behind her head and undoes her ponytail, letting her long hair fall seductively around her shoulders. Then she pulls off her tunic. It takes an extra tug at the end to get it past her oversize breasts. Underneath, you see a lean, toned abdomen and, of course, huge tits. Her dark tan nipples beckon you to suck on them.

"Take me, Master. Make me your slut," she almost begs.

You take one breast in each hand, squeezing gently and rubbing your thumbs over her hard nipples. Then you drop to one knee and take a one into your mouth. She moans as you run your tongue back and forth over it. Her hands press in on the back of your head, gently pulling you in tighter. Judging by the way she quivers every time you run your tongue over one, she must have very sensitive nipples. When you finally stop and pull away she whimpers.

Standing back up, you unbuckle your pants and let them drop straight to the floor. Your cock immediately springs to full attention, a thick, glistening string of precum dripping from the end. An expression of deep desire flashes across her face. She lays back on the bed and unbuckles her leather pants to reveal her smooth, bare pussy, wet with her flowing juices.

"As a **** in my service, you must obey me without question. Are you prepared to do that?" you ask, crawling atop her and resting your cock against her pussy.

"Yes, Master," she moans.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, you slide your cock into her. She throws her head back into the mattress and clenches her own nipples.

"Good, then you must swear never to cum without my permission," you say.

"Wha- cum? Without-," she stutters, unable to think straight.

"Swear it," you say, beginning your second slow thrust.

"I- okay. I sssssswear, Master," she moans.

"Good slut," you say and begin pounding her hungry cunt as hard as you can.

Her moans grow louder and more high pitched. You can feel her pussy beginning to tighten around your cock already. Gods, she's more into this than you thought!

"Don't cum," you warn, even as you feel yourself approaching climax.

She gnashes her teeth and shakes her head from side to side, struggling to follow your command.

"Please, Master... I... c- can't hold...," she says, barely coherent.

You immediately pull out. She screams in sweet desperation but makes no move to try to pleasure herself. Instead she beats the bed with her fists until she's finally able to calm down.

"Very good," you say, slowly stroking your slick wet cock. "Turn over."

"I... I've never been used like that before," she says, nervously.

"Sooner or later, all little sluts get used in the ass," you say, flipping her over.

Gabrielle's firm ass looks even more inviting than her pussy had. Placing the head of your cock against her little hole, you apply steady pressure. Eventually it gives way and, slick with her own juices, you slide into her oh so tight asshole.

"Oh gods," she moans into the mattress.

You start off slow and shallow, gradually building up speed, pushing deeper into her with each thrust. Along the way, you make sure to give her ass cheeks a few good spanks. She responds with little muffled yelps.

When you feel your balls slap up against her you pull almost completely out before ramming it back home again. A few more thrusts like that and you can feel yourself about to cum. She's moaning uncontrollably into the mattress now. So you lean forward, pressing your abdomen to her back and thrust in just as deep as you possibly can. As you shoot your load deep into her virgin asshole, you reach around and grab her big fuck-tits. You stay in until your sure that every drop of your seed is inside of her. Then you gingerly pull out and collapse beside her on the bed.

As you do, you hear a chime coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Did... did you just level up?

Name : Lord Vader

Class : Level 6 Dark Lord (Evil)

HP : 70/70

MP : 35/35

STR : 5

DEF : 6

Strengths : -10% damage from dark magic

Weaknesses : +10% damage from devine magic

Special abilities : Barter III, Enduring Inventory, Diplomacy III, Artifact Specialist I, Dark orb of Corruptus

Proficiency Perk : Tamer's Aptitude - Your skill as a tamer goes beyond the basics! All characters under your control gain +1 STR and DEF in your presence and become resistant to mind control.

Nope, your still a level 6. But you've gained a Proficiency Perk! You're fairly certain that this particular perk is normally reserved for the Beast Master class. But seeing as you're a class unto yourself, the game seems to be borrowing from other character types.

"Master... I... Please use me again," Gabrielle says, rubbing her nipples and moaning.

The sight of her, so **** is almost enough to make you hard all over again. Almost. Besides, you have other things to attend to.

"Later, pet. For now I need you to upgrade my staff as promised," you say, standing up.

"Yes, sir," she pouts, pulling herself into a sitting position.

After a bit of cleanup, the two of you step into Gabriel's workshop. She places your staff on the workbench, along with the ingot of corrupted soul steel. Then she begins to perform what looks a lot like a series of random actions, with various tools, with no obvious work actually being accomplished. All of a sudden there's a bright light and both staff and ingot are gone. In their place rests a long, black metal pole, with a crosshatch design spanning its entire length. Atop it sits a demonic ram's skull with twisted horns and eye sockets that glow a dim shade of purple. Though it has no eyes, you can't help the feeling that its watching you as you lift it off the table. Very unsettling.

Item: Necrolord's Staff of Darkness (1 Open Socket)

Item type: Weapon

Rarity: Very Rare

Bonuses: +20% XP from minions' kills, +40 MP, +10% Damage vs Good Aligned Characters when in total darkness, Can see in all forms of darkness

Special Abilities: Raise Skeleton Companion III- Can raise three skeletal companions of same level as caster, Darkest Veil- AoE Infernal darkness that can only be dispelled with Divine Light. Creatures with Dark Vision are also blind. Creatures without eyes are unaffected

Socket #1: Majesto's Gem of Mastery

Bonuses: +50 MP, +500 MP Regen Per Second, Immune to all forms of mind control

Special Abilities: Dominate IV - Gain control of creature/player. Chance of success: 10%, +2% per player level. -5 MP drain to maintain control. Control 3, +1 per level. Costs 20 MP

Socket #2: Empty

Your lips curl into a grin as you examin the weapon's stats. For a LvL 6 character, it's pretty epic.

"You've done very well for me, pet. I intend have the remainder of my business here conducted today. Be ready to join us at sunrise," you say.

"Yes, Master. Of course. I can't wait to leave this place. I've always felt like there was some **** holding me here. But, now it's gone and I'm free... well, so to speak," she says.

You nod your understanding and pick up the collar that you noticed earlier. It's dark crimson with black along the outer edges and a steel buckle. An oversized steel ring hangs down, to which a leash could be attached. Seeing it, she blushes.

"The next time I see you, I want you to be wearing this," you order, handing it to her.

"Y- yes, Master," she says, turning even more red.

"Good pet," you say and leave.