So many...

The warmth licks your skin, you are quite aware of the sweat gathering at your brow and running down. You imagine the handsome knight here at this tent, with his confident smile and gait. His touch would be firm but gentle, his words sweet and enticing. He would seduce me, make me lose my mind. That kiss! Damn it, I so want another fucking kiss. Your lips are still impregnated with that strong wine. He would make your world spin...

...and then you imagine that wall of green muscles that is Horghar. Raw and savage, what uncanny **** is holding him back? When we first met his lust was unbridled, now he can barely touch me. This giant may be contained, but tamed? No, you don't believe for a moment that is the case. You pout, would he be able to resist that? If you confessed that you are a virgin? That grasp, what if he was forcing me to kneel? To... damn, I am so wet.

Joy is smiling at you. She is so gorgeous. Those lips, you wonder how many orc cocks they have sucked. _So many. I wonder if I can still taste them on her. _Your eyes close again, and you feel your tongues touch. It dances around as you try to lock it down. Fucking tease. Your lips brush. She laughs "You kiss like a horny young man" she chastises.

You reach to touch her body, but she holds your hands, and move them down. You wonder if you could escape her hold, but you don't think so. "You are really horny now, aren't you?" she asks. "Yes..." the truth escapes your lips. She rewards you with another kiss, this time taking the initiative and guiding the touch. It is far too brief. "... wondering at the shape of that big strong cock?" you groan lightly. You feel her digit running over your lips. "You like the idea of these lips around it? whose?" your tongue tries to lick her fingers. "... do you even care?"

You suckle on those fingers, wondering what it would be like. Much larger, that is for sure. Thicker, tougher. More leathery? Richer? You moan. "... I don't think you do. I think you would gladly suck a goblin if I brought one here." you remember Hazzar, and that thick smell of sex on him. Joy laughs "... what a kinky girl, you like that idea."

"... Will you? bring one here?" your heart is pounding so hard, you are really nervous. She laughs again "I would... but I don't really want to draw Horghar's ire." you feel that as a bucket of cold water. How far did you fall to have this, this... slut!... control your urges. You don't remember hitting her, but a moment later she is a few feet away, a hand on her face where your hand print now lies. "I am sorry! I mean... I didn't mean..."

"That is fine Yuliana. I think I teased you too much. I am sorry. You will need to wait for your shinning knight" Sir Lawrence? why the fuck would I care about that pansy good for nothing treacherous bastard? you blink at these thoughts. At some level you expected to have the same enamored feelings as moments before, but now you have a certain sense of detachment, an outrage at being enchanted and used. You glance down and see that locket, that fucking locket, down on the furs. You see his portrait, but not yours.

Congratulations! You reached levels 6 and 7 in Foreplay.
Congratulations! You reached level 2 through 4 in Notice.
Congratulations! You have broken the locket's curse. Gain +1.500xp

Congratulations! You have advanced to level 6

As a High elf, you have three Attribute points to distribute and your Agility, Sense, Intuition and Attractiveness improve by one. On level 6 you gain a new undercover option. Allocate these points within 72 hours or they will be randomly assigned. Yours is a path of Legend, you are here to please the audience.