Side-Quest: Winnifred and the werewolf

((Happy Halloween, or just past it! Another optional chapter for your perusal with a touch of werewolf-y stuff. If that's not your bag, I recommend you skip this one!))

With Ickibod nowhere to be found, Pike stuck in the crapper, and Evilward being an insufferable grump who prefers to stay alone, Winnifred the White found herself with just the Ghost and Trickster for company. The Ghost wasn't much for words and the Trickster seemed to make an odd pair with Winnifred; they only really knew each other from their mutual acquaintance with the pumpkin-headed cultist leader. Staying in her RP character wasn't much fun with just them-- the ghost barely seemed to understand her and the Trickster was, bless her heart, a bit dull and servile.

The cleric thought she may have found a fun opportunity when she learned of the Trickster's appearance swapping ability, but when she inquired further and realized the girl would poof at little more than a touch, she decided it was best not to test it.

"... I'm up so late and for what? To hang out in a decrepit old castle with nobody for company?" Winnifred grumbled to herself, as she approached the castle's roofless entrance hall. "Icky is taking his sweet time with that vampire friend of his. I'll bet they're doing something fun again..."

There were plenty of productive things that Winnifred was capable of doing around the fixer-upper of a base that was the castle, but the cleric was not chiefly concerned with productivity; she wanted to be amused. As such, she decided to fall back on one of her old pastimes. Even by her lonesome, there were ways for a perverted player of Shards of Arkus like Winnifred to entertain herself. The not-so-holy holy woman clapped her hands together and rubbed them as though preparing to start a task. "I'll have to make the most of the materials at hand!" she spoke quietly, to pump herself up. Her own inventory was pretty limited, but she ought to be able to make something pretty good as a "recreational aide" if she used her brain and the materials available around the castle.

If she was going to enjoy "recreation," she needed something to enjoy. "Grrr... I should have learned how to craft books," she thought to herself, clutching her arms beneath the bouncing, heavy bosom of her pumpkin-printed bikini. Did they have sexy magazines in Shards of Arkus? Or uh... bawdy picture books? The only books she could ever remember seeing were lore books, recipes, and spell books. The problem with collecting materials and making them into something that would help her entertain herself was that she was very, very poor at crafting. Evilward was good at it, but there's no way she'd help her for a cause like this one.

"...If I could just get Evilward to stand near by, that'd be good enough. Her whole 'guy trapped in a busty ranger body' story is sexy enough I could get off to it," Winnifred thought to herself. She didn't speak that one out loud. It'd be just her luck to turn around and see the angry former Sheriff standing behind her, hoisting a crossbow.

With crafting off the table, she'd need to grab something already fully assembled. "... The portrait of Bathory in the upper hall? No, it's too heavy... I can't do my business in there and I definitely can't fit it in my inventory," she sobbed, clutching her gloved hands to her head. Was there anything else interesting around? Pike was in the bathroom... Growling, she shook her round-cut blond hair back and forth and shivered. "No way! I'm not so far gone that I can fap to listening to another girl's farts. No way! Aaaargh... Why doesn't anyone or anything else in this castle share my passion for erotic roleplay?!"

Yes, nothing around here was really sexy but her...

...

"You want me to what?!" the Trickster cried, pressing both hands to her face with a shocked expression. Her face was pale, white, and partially transparent, and yet, some color still managed to rise to it. "You're asking me to turn into a copy of you so you can masturbate to yourself?! Y-You're a real weirdo..."

"No good?" Winnifred asked, pressing her fingers together with a disappointed frown.

It seemed the Trickster wasn't much of a lewd monster, unless Ickibod was around for her to try to impress. "I-I... Um... I'm going to pass on this one! You should try getting some sleep! You might feel more yourself in the morning, Miss Cleric!" With the unfortunate conception that Winnifred was normally wholesome and was just going through a rough patch right now, the Trickster floated off, leaving Winnifred pitifully crying out with one hand outstretched towards the rapidly vanishing, chubby, skirt-clad bottom of her only decent companion.

Defeated, Winnifred stumbled towards the guest bedroom, finally convinced she was going to have to find a way to use the beds there to masturbate with no inspirational material while serenaded by the sounds of Pike's lactose-intolerance fallout. "... I'd be better off logging off the game and doing it in my own bed," she mused, feeling ready to give up on the game. She viewed her avatar-- Winnifred's-- cute, round pink cheeks, pretty lips, and sparkling blue eyes in a bedside mirror, which had undoubtedly been placed in the vampire castle so that others could remark on how cool it is that one can't see vampires in such mirrors. She was so cute... how did she not have anyone else to help her with this?!

Unless...

Winnifred smiled into the mirror, her earlier frown now replaced with a beaming, naughty smile. She turned her head this way and that, admiring her own pretty blond locks and inspecting the features she'd painstakingly crafted for hours in the character creator until she was the perfect picture of "cute, yet erotic." Playfully, vainly, she bit the tip of one finger, then practiced a couple of sexy faces.

What was the reason for her newfound happiness? She'd finally found the perfect masturbation material! The mirror had been the first piece. With that, she could look at the hottest thing in Ickibod's cult or the castle, in her opinion: herself. Besides that, she had that stupid-sexy pumpkin bikini to augment her appeal and for the pièce de résistance, a perfectly wide open area outside the castle to use. She could add some flair just by squatting outside the castle's gates and doing it where somebody could walk up at any moment! "I guess I am a freak," she admitted to herself with a chuckle, while admiring her own horny face in the mirror.

With a big grin, Winnifred assumed her position, sitting down on her butt and spreading her legs towards the mirror. With one gloved hand, she popped her left breast free of her bikini and began to massage, while the other worked its way into the hem of her skimpy bikini bottom and began to rub up and down against her frequently moist slit. When she was satisfied with that motion, she began to increase the intensity little by little, locking eyes with her reflected self and tweaking her nipple, while bucking her hips up and down slowly. "Mmm..." the cleric giggled to herself, wondering, not for the first time, if others realized how much they were missing out on by masturbating in the real world, when augmented reality and VR allowed an experience that was so much more immersive and rewarding.

Holding back her own gush to maximize her pleasure, Winnifred freed her other breast, then craned her head to lick at the tip of her own nipple. With building excitement, she untied her bikini bottom and let it lay against her lower body, while flicking her pelvis up and down. Her bikini bottom was drenched, with her own fluids dripping out from beneath it and flecking onto the mirror with each upward arc of her hips. Not content to let it end without trying another position, Winnifred moved to reposition herself on her knees, then watched her sex-face in the mirror, clutched one glove to the decorative frame as she excitedly fingered her pussy with the other hand.

Winnifred the White's "god" wasn't doing anything nearly so exciting right now, but controlling her avatar to do this was assisting the big gal on the other side, in a way. It would be hard for Ickibod to ever understand this kind of relationship between adventurer and god. Then again, anyone in Shards of Arkus, adventurer or monster, would be confused, seeing a holy woman debase herself this way.

However, they might overcome that confusion and see a tasty target instead. Winnifred noticed too late the bloodshot, beast-like eyes watching her from the darkness. She could see them in the mirror, but the creature had done nothing to announce it's approach; the night had remained dead silent apart from her own moans of pleasure. She could just barely make out its features... its fur and face were like that of the wolves you saw in the low level area outside of most towns, when not on a weird event server like this one, but its size was enormous and its posture was more humanoid. Despite standing like a human, it moved impossibly fast, occasionally using its front hands to assist in its lunge.

What must that creature be seeing as it approached? Would it see her face staring wide-eyed into the mirror, as she wondered if she was about to be back-to-towned by an especially out of place mob enemy? No... From this position, it would be staring at something else very clearly: the cleric's perfectly shaped, plump posterior, the result of hours of character customization to get the sliders just right for that "cute, but sinfully curvy" look. As the wolf-man reared up to its full height, showing off impressive musculature on par with any warrior or barbarian's, she saw that another part of the beast's anatomy clearly agreed with her design sensibilities. Waving between the monster's legs was an over-long, animal-like cock with an interestingly shaped, pointed head.

"An explicit monster," she spoke out loud, ridiculously, as though there was any point in providing the textbook definition of what she was seeing approach from behind.

An ordinary adventurer might do all sorts of things when facing this kind of peril. Run? Fight back? Perhaps their god would turn off their monitor or log out the game so that they didn't see what was about to happen to the helpless avatar?

Winnifred the White roleplayed. "A monitor lurks in the forests surrounding the castle after all! But I fear note, for I am with the Lord-!"

She had enough time to turn around, but she didn't use it. In the next moment, the creature lunged like the wolf that was half its design basis, mounting her from behind and roughly, carelessly stroking its cock against the wide breadth of her soft, fleshy human ass. This wasn't a matter of getting himself hard before he entered or getting her wet and ready; this was simply the monster humping her randomly until he got the alignment of his penis just right, before plunging it into the quivering hole. Winnifred watched her own eyes bulge and her mouth contort into an awkward, clenched-teeth frown as she took the werewolf's penis. From this range, she could not just see, but also feel, the ridiculous physical strength of its rippling muscles, beneath a layer of animal flesh and unkempt, black fur. The beast's claws were digging into her, enough to reduce her HP, but for some reason, it hadn't actually taken the opportunity to kill her. It seemed much more interested in using her for the other method of gaining EXP.

The werewolf leaned over her body now, its throat releasing guttural, wolf-like grunts, as it began to thrust its hips powerfully back and forth, sliding its cock easily in and out from the cleric's amazingly still virgin hole. She'd already done such a thorough job with her masturbation that the creature experienced no resistance at all. From this position, the creature clutched two claws into the soft flesh of her waist around her hips, while now cackling in her ear with a voice somewhere between beast and human. "Hgh hgh hgh... humaaan, you'rrrrrre food for me," it informed her heartlessly, while licking its long, animal tongue from her neck to her cheek. "But instead of feasting on you, I'm going to fuck you till you squeal like a swine!"

To complete the image, Winnifred had adopted a tear-streaked face, with indignant outrage painted across her face, as befits a woman of the faith being ploughed by a werewolf. "Y-You brutish creator! Oooo-Ooooh!" she whined, only for that complaint to turn into a moan as it escaped her throat. The horny cleric slapped one gloved hand over her mouth while the creature ripped away the remnants of her pumpkin bikini and then began to eagerly squeeze at her breast meat; its long arms allowed its clawed fingers access to any part of her body the beast wanted, without the need to reposition his humping hips.

This may be Winnifred the White's first sexual rodeo, but it wasn't the first time her god had done the dirty. All the same, she'd never experienced something like this: the developers, blessed as they are, had really gone the extra mile to make this simulated sex with a werewolf a unique experience. She felt the creature's size increasing inside of her and then, the famous knot; as the animal satisfied itself, the bulbus glandis began to swell, filling the cleric further and locking the werewolf and herself in coitous. This was the moment just before the climax!

As she watched herself in the mirror with a stupid, cross-eyed expression and her lips curling around the hairy claw of the werewolf as it stretched at one corner of her mouth, she found herself feeling as though she'd found something she'd been looking for in Shards of Arkus. "Don't you dare relish inside of me, you filthy beast! My lord will not forgive yooo-hoooo!" she cried, rearing her head back with a look of ecstasy on her face as the creature began to fill her with its semen. "Yeeegh! Oh my gooood!"

"Hrr hrr hm hrrrrrrr! I've fucked a lot of humans, but I've neverrrrrr seen one with haunches like this!" the werewolf smacked its lips, throwing its head back while squeezing one hand onto the cleric's oversized buttocks. It thrust its hips again and again, as though to squeeze out every last drop of cum from its wolf dick into its target's pussy. The creature let out a wolf's howl, then bellowed laughter. "None that made a face like that when I did it, either! You'rrrrre a slut, huh?"

Winnifred realized that her face, with her tongue sticking out past the creature's talon-like nails and her mouth's corners up-turned in a smile, was pretty far out of her roleplaycharacter, but she decided to roll that into the roleplay as well. "I can't believe I've show such a shameful face to a base monster... This must be my lord's punishment for my sins..." she moaned softly, then gave another shrill "eep" as the creature spanked her ass with one hand.

"Rrrrrgh, your lorrrd has nothing to do with it!" the werewolf snickered, finally pulling out and standing back up so that his shadow cast over his prey.

The cleric had fully prepared for the possibility that she would be torn to shreds after enjoying this kinky werewolf sex, but instead, she her the creature walking away. She felt unable to move her body, now assuredly down with some mixture of low HP and fatigue, which meant that she now lay uncomfortably in the very center of the entranceway, where the gate would open up; anyone coming in and out would see her for sure. It was awkward, but then again, that would be its own form of excitement. Still, the problematic part was that the creature wasn't retreating to the woods, but instead, sniffing its nose loudly and clawing at the wooden door. "You bastard wolf! Surly you're already satisfied?!" she mistyped. Winnifred was still RPing, but as she thought about it, the possibility of the werewolf going inside and finding the others was a little alarming, given what it had done to her. Pike and Evilward wouldn't take it as well as she had and Pike at least was in a very compromising position.

"Hrrrrngh, not hardly, adventurrrrrrer," the werewolf responded, turning to look behind him with a wide, gleaming white grin. True to his word, the creature seemed to have already revitalized his cock. If it had been relying on sex as a means of building EXP, then presumably, it had some way to invigorate itself again after spending its virility. "I'll be back for you... you'rrrrrre going to be my fuck **** from now on, once I'm the lorrrrd of this castle." With no regard to the aesthetic of the castle he hoped to claim, the beast began to swipe at the heavy wooden doors with his claws, partially splintering them, before simply tearing them from their hinges. "Stay therrrrre with your ass ready for me."

Winnifred didn't quite say "yes sir," but her actions showed compliance, as she rest her cheek against the path leading up to the castle and breathed heavily. She felt she had nothing to be ashamed of. What sort of cleric can fight a werewolf mid-boss one-on-one? There was definitely shameful about laying in front of the castle, panting, with drool running from one corner of her mouth, her ass red with spanking, her pussy dripping semen, and all of her clothes torn off. Icky would probably understand. Winnifred the White was no castle defender.