Killing Time

After exiting the dungeon, John chased the reporter, thankful that upon reentry he was hidden from the sudden increase in park traffic around him.

Looking around he saw Jasmine walk over to a grey SUV situated near the entrance. He rushed over to the vehicle before he was revealed. The rear passenger door slid open for him, making his quick escape a breeze. “Can I have that uniform please, Jasmine?” he asked while removing his phone to text Brenda.

“Not just yet, John. There’s something I would like you to do.” Shadows wrapped around his wrists pulling them to the chair and securing them there, causing him to drop his phone.

“What are you doing?” the Gamer squealed, realizing that she had stripped down to her underwear. The half-naked woman left the driver’s seat and squeezed between the two front seats, joining him in the rear of the car.

Mounting him, she seductively purred, her hand caressing his exposed chest. “You were dashing earlier. I can’t believe there’s no scar left behind.” He tried to interrupt her, but she put one finger over his mouth to shush him. “Shh, let me speak. Where was I?” she feigned forgetfulness. “Ah yes, scars. I guess that’s one of the disadvantages to your Gamer’s Body, you sadly won’t get any sexy scars. Not that scars are my thing, but I think it would have fit you well.”

Gazing into his eyes she drew dangerously close; their lips would meet if she inched any further. Her scent was intoxicating; he couldn’t put a finger on it, but it had a sickly sweet essence to it. His brain was running into overdrive. ’Is she going to **** me to have sex with her? **** is a strong word. Plus, the contract should penalize her if she harms me, I’m pretty sure **** is harm. No matter how much I really want to ravage her body. Oh my god, is she beautiful. John, focus! She's saying something you should listen to!’ He shook off these thoughts as he saw her full lips move once again.

“Here’s the deal, I am horny and need some release. We have twenty minutes to kill. Now, I won’t **** you to do anything you don’t want to. You can accept my offer, allowing you to enjoy the pleasures I can give, or you can decline and I’ll be **** to relax back here to get myself off.” Her black eyes were like a deep void that sucked him in as she gave him this delicious offer. At some point she had manipulated her shadows to secure his hands to her plump ass. “I REALLY hope you accept,” she moaned those last few words, her full breasts placed against his chest.

The Gamer took a minute to try and think, her forwardness blindsiding him once more. Her ass rhythmically rubbed on his erection trapped in the confines of his pants. Finally, he responded nervously, “We’re in public, also I can’t, Meadow is-”

“Let me stop you there,” she interjected, pulling back, thus applying all of her weight to his lap and hands. “If you are bringing up your friend because you think there is something else you can do at this moment, might I remind you that I’m the one calling in favors to look for her. There are plenty of things going on behind the scenes that you are not privy to,” she said curtly.

Her voice softened again. “Now, if you brought her up due to some guilt you feel toward the woman you love, crush on, whatever, I understand completely; having someone you cherish is something hard to find,” she said, sounding a bit saddened by her comment. “I will remind you, though, that this path you are now on is one full of danger. You’ve already seen a miniscule amount of what the Abyss has to offer. Do you really want to save yourself and not let this beautiful woman pamper you? Knowing the fragility of life firsthand now?”

There was another lull that hung in the air as John processed. ’It’s not like I’m betraying Meadow, she was the one who turned me down. Jasmine is hot and for some reason interested in me. Should I really be turning down a sexy woman, just in hopes that my crush would eventually become mutual?’ The reporter’s soft ass rested on his trapped manhood. “Uh, ok. Can we go slowly?” he responded slowly, seeing the growing grin on her face.

Finally getting his approval she leaned in to kiss him. Her supple lips felt divine on his. Her tongue **** its way into his mouth, dancing with his, sending new and enjoyable sensations throughout his body. They broke their kiss when another alert appeared in front of the Gamer.

Achievement unlocked: Kiss the girl.
Pretty self-explanatory, experience your first kiss.
Reward half an inch added to your penis size.
Give me a show and use it to satisfy that slutty reporter.

“Kinky, seems like we have a spectator. I had a hunch Gaia was the one to grant you these powers, this all but confirmed it. I doubt any other God would be able to watch real time like this. Let’s give her that show she wants,” she gasped between hungry kisses.

Jasmine wouldn’t stop the erotic makeout session, so he decided to try and confirm by mentally reaching out to the deity. ‘Gaia is that you? Did you gift me these powers?’ A response came immediately.

Yes, John Newman, I am Gaia. Yes, I gave you my blessing. I don’t feel like getting into any of that right now. I want to see you become a man, so be a good boy, shut up and enjoy yourself. If you do, I’ll reward you. Our little chat is only between you and me, I don’t want to completely distract your new confidant as she’d have more to ask than you.

New quest: Virgin no more.
Lose your virginity to Jasmine Sharpe.
Rewards +5 CHA and a useful skill.
Quest Automatically Accepted.

John had “resigned” himself to having his first time with the gorgeous woman grinding on him, but now he had a spectator. It felt a bit cheapened now because she had offered him a skill just for fucking. ’I’m not sure I’m comfortable knowing that you’re watching me.’

That’s precious, how do you think I was able to calculate a level for your Masturbation skill? I see everything, I am omnipotent. I don’t actively watch, but I’m always aware. He could hear her teasing him, though the voice was something he couldn’t process yet was still able to understand.

Seeing what Gaia said, he decided to give in and accept his “fate”.

Great, enjoy yourself.

’Time to do my best,’ he mused to himself, trying to mimic Jasmine’s kissing technique, raising his hips to try and match her gyrating ass.

“mm, someone’s finally getting into it,” she mused, gently biting his lower lip, excitement plastered on her face. “Just remember who’s in charge,” she moaned, dispelling her shadows and getting out of his lap. Suddenly she pushed him sideways across the back seats. “Lay down, face-up, and get undressed,“ she ordered.

“Yes, Jasmine.” Complying with her demands he laid back into the seat and manipulated his menu to unequip his pants and boxers. He watched as she shed the rest of her clothes. His eyes roamed her nude form; they were drawn to the very moist valley between her legs. This was the first time he’d seen a woman’s vagina in person; seeing her clear arousal sent a jolt down his spine.

She grasped his now free erection, pumping it a few times, then lightly ran her fingers around his cockhead. The sensation was maddening. John could barely think of anything beyond how fantastic this feeling of her hand was.

She leaned her head towards his, nibbling on his right ear ever so gently, and softly whispered, "I'm going to sit on your face, and you are going to make use of that tongue of yours. Just focus on how I react and you should do fine... While you get a taste of your new toy, I'm going to have a taste of mine."

A moment later she readjusted herself, her thick thighs now sitting on either side of his head. Finally, he had a clear view of the ebony woman’s wet lips, as they got closer and she lowered them to just above his mouth. Staring at first, he wasn’t sure where to start. Suddenly he felt something wet slide around the head of his cock, causing him to moan. Realizing it was the woman’s tongue, he took this as a message to get on with it.

Gingerly his own tongue extended toward her opening. He gave it one long stroke from top to bottom. A low moan from her egged him on, and he began to gently use his tongue to map out her most intimate spot, thinking about how the taste was not remotely as bad or good compared to the exaggerated comparisons he’d read in stories. It was slightly sweet with a bitter aftertaste.

To reciprocate, Jasmine engulfed his member, encasing it in the warm, wet confines of her mouth. The feeling was exhilarating, her tongue running along his length too much for the sexual novice. Pausing his own ministrations, he released his load. To his surprise, her lips wrapped around him, forming a seal while they gently raised up his prick, before parting with it.

“Yum,” she purred, swallowing the load whole. Her tongue even licked his tip a few times after, to get any remaining semen. “Nobody told you to stop, keep teasing me up some more. While I get this little fella ready for round two.” A bunch of feathery kisses were placed on his sensitive dick, her mouth and hand gently caressing his flaccid tool.

He took her advice and returned to his task, parting her folds with his tongue to try and satisfy her in return. The flavour inside was much stronger. He felt her fluids begin to coat him.
There was a strange satisfaction to eating his first pussy, the way she would squirm when his tongue touched one spot. That coupled with her ministrations quickly returned his erection.

After a while of them teasing each other, the woman eased herself off his face. She pulled him up into a seated position. Mounting him once again, his shaft was pressing against her belly. “John, do you want to continue? I may be aggressive but I don’t want you to regret this or feel like I **** you.” Her voice was gentle and sincere. He pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes," she joked, as she raised herself off his lap just enough to get his pecker lined up with her opening. It felt fantastic as she slowly allowed him inside her. Her hips gyrated slowly back and forth, filling him with pleasure. John took this moment to appreciate her massive breasts for the first time. He grasped them with his hands while using his mouth to tease her nipple. A growl of satisfaction came from her. The hands of the woman had a firm grip on his hair.

“Ooooh, yes, John,” she moaned as she quickened her pace. He tried to match her rhythm with his own. His orgasm slowly approaching, he focused on pleasuring her breasts by alternating between the two plump orbs. She yanked his mouth up to meet hers in a sloppy kiss as he felt her warm folds clamp around his cock. Jasmine kept moaning into his mouth as she came on his lap. Her orgasm propelled him to cum within her. Riding out the satisfying feeling, John rested his head on her shoulder.