The Search for Vanessa Hawthorne: Titillating Temptations

John glanced to his left… and then reoriented his gaze to look down at the floating title above the head of the goblin sitting beside him. Sure enough, it was the prostitute that had solicited him and Erica in ‘Lust’, though she didn’t seem to be attentive to him now. The name ‘Trynity Gearthrust’ hovered over her head.

Another glass slammed down on the table, and the shortstacked whore hopped onto her seat to wave at the bartender, giving John an opportunity to look the girl over without having half a dozen strangers staring at his boner. She’d changed clothes from her work attire. If one could call it that. Gone was the see-through shirt, replaced with an equally oversexed outfit that looked more like lingerie than clothing. Trynity wore a fishnet bodysuit that revealed exactly as much skin as it covered. The ‘dress’ portion of it spanned from a black lace throat collar over her ample chest and ended at her butt, forming a kind of miniskirt that completely showed off her ass and the tiny royal purple g-string that preserved some modesty. There was no bra to accompany it, leaving the girl’s nipples visible beneath the dark mesh. Stockings neatly clipped into the bottom of the dress like a garterbelt completed her attire.

Her hairstyle and makeup had been touched up too, the frazzled mess of red hair now properly tied into a ponytail and her soft lips shined with a purple that matched her underwear. A little metal ring pierced through the dead center of her lower lip, resulting in an appearance that was more cute than punk. In fact, if one disregarded her greenish skin, distinctly pointed ears, eye-catching yellow on black irises and the truly slutty outfit she had on… she’d easily pass for a rather attractive college student getting smashed at a bar.

“It’s just not fair, you know? All I want to do is give someone the fuck of their lifetime, and ‘cause they’re too prudish, it never works out and nobody wins! Am I right?” Trynity slapped the table and turned to face John, no doubt intending to throw her troubles at whoever happened to be around. Only, when she saw just who was sitting next to her, the goblin froze.

John gave her a weak wave as the bartender took that precise moment to refill her drinks, “Uh… hey...”

…come here often? No, that’s just even more awkward.

Trynity’s mouth hung open for a moment, then she grabbed the first thing within reach and downed it like a professional alcoholic, before wheeling back to John and giving him a searing glare, “What, it wasn’t enough to humiliate me like that earlier; you have to ruin my break too? Is that your kink? Blueballing people? You moralistic asshole!” Her hands curled up into fists and though she tried to maintain her rage, John could see the traces of tears watering up in the corners of her eyes. A dribble of eyeshadow ran down one cheek with the first one. “Do you get off on making people sexually frustrated, or do you just have to troll somebody to get it up?

She deflated and turned back to her drinks, “Well, whatever. I hope you’re happy. Now leave me alone. If I can’t get laid, I can at least get wasted.”

John watched the miserable goblin put back another drink and try to hold her tears at bay; fortunately, the rest of the patrons had been too busy with their own business to care that they were making a scene. Trynity sniffled audibly.

Although she’d been solely responsible for the debacle at ‘Lust’, the truth was that he genuinely didn’t hold what’d happened against her. Certainly, John hadn’t meant to upset her like this, and with guilt gnawing at his conscience, he felt compelled to say something. When Trynity reached for her third shot, he slid it just out of reach, causing the little wench to grab his wrist. Her fingers were surprisingly weak. “I paid for that…”

“Sorry,” John said.

“Whuh?”

“I said I’m sorry.” When the goblin continued to stare at him like he’d grown a second head, he elaborated, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I’m not here to torment you. I’m looking for someone, actually.”

Trynity seemed to perk up at that, and John could practically read the lewd solicitations that immediately sparked in the goblin’s brain, but she silently deflated after a few seconds. “Probably not that kind…”

John shook his head, “No.”

“It’s not fair.” Trynity flopped forward against the bar, her cheek squishing on the surface and one hand outstretched to reach halfheartedly for her stolen shot. “I thought I’d be waist-deep in cock and fucked senseless working for a brothel, but hardly anyone here wants to dom a slutty little goblin. All the good dick is either taken or brings along their personal cocksleeve… what’s even the point? I barely get to deepthroat three cocks a day, three!”

John wasn’t sure if the rant was aimed specifically at him or just the world at large, but the least he could do for her was listen and sympathize. A lack of sex was something he could understand, though not in the specific manner she’d chosen.

“I can’t even remember the last time I popped someone’s cherry; oh but Evelyn… huge slut had four last night alone. Stupid fucking succubi and their stupid perfect bodies. I’ve got holes just as tight as hers, and I’m not an infertile cumbucket! Though my contract might say otherwise… Whatever! So what if I’m not a shapeshifter that can roleplay as your sister, who even needs that garbage anyway?”

Uh… I… Wha… Um…

John settled for, “That sucks?”

Trynity took it. She even gave him a half-hearted smile before finishing her rant. “Least you could do is not bring in your little blonde princess to parade her around like a goddamn trophy, that’s my job damnit!”

Blonde princess… hold the fucking phone!

“Wait a second, uh… sorry, what should I call you?” After the debacle with Tricia, John had learned his lesson about relying solely on nameplates.

“You can call me anything you want, as long as you’re using me properly, stud.”

John gave her a serious look, and the goblin faltered somewhat, the sultry expression that had instinctively hopped onto her face fading. “Tryn,” she mumbled, with a hint of a blush.

“Tryn, cute. So, did you get that girl’s name? The ‘princess’?”

Trynity fidgeted on her seat, pouting softly, “I think it was Victoria? No, um… Valira? Something with a V… Vanessa!”

Holy shit.

Of all the people to casually name-drop the girl he’d been looking for, he had not been expecting information to come from the mouth of an actual prostitute. He felt his heart rate speed up slightly and struggled not to grin. Trynity could be talking about anyone, right? There had to be a dozen Vanessa’s in The Inferno right now… right? At least two probably fit the ‘blonde princess’ build…

“What happened to her, who was she with, where did she go, what can you tell me?” his attempt to keep calm failed completely as the questions tumbled out of his mouth. The stunned gobliness blinked at the river of questions, momentarily as stunned as he’d been.

Trynity looked from his face to down at his crotch, then back up again… and licked her lips slowly. “I might be willing to share… if you are.”

John’s realization of what she meant kicked in as he felt a hand tracing out the shape of his dick through his pants. “It’s simple; you’ve got something I want. I’ve got something you want. You give me a taste of what you’ve got backed up in here…” her fingers expertly wove down to fondle his balls, somehow dragging the zipper down with them, “and I’ll tell you everything you want to know. I’ll even scream it for you while you pound me senseless if that’s what you’re into.”

The goblin whore was insatiable. One slight opportunity and she’d already gotten her hand back into his pants, but… truth was that John couldn’t say he disliked it. Trynity knew what she wanted, and what she still wanted was him. That was attractive and empowering. Besides, was he really debating this opportunity? A hot girl was literally offering to have sex with him for information. Talk about a win-win.

“Alright, fuck it. I’m in.”

Trynity smiled at him, the streaks in her makeup from her earlier outburst only adding to the lewdness of the situation, “No, stud. You’re not just yet.”

She jumped down from her seat, and John was just about to get up to follow her to ‘Lust’ when a hand tugged firmly on his pant leg. He leaned back just enough to see the wanton slut standing between his legs with one hand on his thigh and the other tucked into the hemline of his boxers. With a fluid motion, she unshackled his erection, and as it was unleashed, he could swear the goblin leaned in to let it smack against the side of her face.

“Now you are,” with a fluid motion, Trynity tilted her head to the side, peppered his shaft with kisses as she worked up it and then took the entire length all the way to the base into her throat. It wasn’t easy, with the angle beneath the table, and John bit back a groan as she gagged wonderfully on his meat. When she swallowed, he had to lean forwards to keep from falling off his seat.

The goblin knobpolisher kept her lips pressed tightly against the base of his cock for a few breaths longer, before pulling all the way back with a barely audible gasp. Her lipstick was smeared and had left stains all over his dick, and her eyeshadow was running with new tears, but the look of bliss on her face was undeniable.

“Hand,” she sputtered. John put his right hand under the table, and Trynity guided it to her hair, mewling with satisfaction when he balled some up in a fist. Her lips parted, and a string of saliva connecting them snapped, “Just like that… now use me. Please.”

He couldn’t turn down a request that polite. John pulled the slut’s mouth towards his crotch and **** her down on it. It was a bit awkward and unpracticed, but Trynity’s expertise turned his guidance into a wonderfully sloppy facefuck. The girl’s talented lips welcomed him completely, and whenever he held her down or pulled her against him hard enough to make her gag, the slut made little encouraging noises he felt rather than heard.

The perverse nature of the situation was lost on neither John nor, apparently, the developer, because as he held Trynity down to his base long enough that her eyes rolled back in her head, a popup appeared over the counter.

Achievement Unlocked! ~ “Privacy Policy”
Be noticed having sex in public.
+1 Charisma
+1 Libido
+10% Penis Size

Trynity’s fingers dug into his thighs as John expanded inside her mouth, and from the noises he could hear and how her hips were twitching, the girl was getting off on that alone. John let her go a second longer before pulling her up and off. The panting intake of breath and look of adoration on her face were almost as good as the goblin’s mouth on his dick. Thin strands of quivering saliva and precum connected them, falling apart one by one at the whim of gravity.

“I’ve never…” her voice was quiet and a bit raw, “had anything like that before.”

Achievement Unlocked! ~ “Pretty Sneaky, Sis”
Give or have an orgasm in public without drawing significant attention.
+1 Libido
+Concealment Rank Up ~ 1-> 2

Well, even with magic it’s probably not a common experience to feel someone’s dick grow inside your…

The gobliness’ fingers shakily lifted to her chest, gripping the interlaced fishnet there and pulling until it snapped. A sizable tear opened just beneath her breasts. “Use these next,” she gasped, followed by a word that seemed to drip with adoration, “Master.”

John nodded, eagerly this time.

Trynity shuffled a bit closer, letting the drool drip from her mouth to soak into the fishnets ‘covering’ her breasts. Most slipped between the netting and slid into her cleavage, providing adequate lube for when she jumped a little to shove her soft tits over his erection. They were heavenly, light and fluffy as clouds but pinned to the sides of his dick by the tight confines of her outfit. She leaned over and nibbled at it, then tore a smaller hole in the fishnet with her teeth to get direct access.

Once he was perfectly comfortable between those unearthly fuckpillows, the goblin slut looked eagerly up at him and waited for an order to start pleasuring him, an order that John couldn’t wait to give.

“Service me, Tryn.”

Trynity didn’t wait for a second command. She immediately went to work, sliding her breasts up and down, burying every inch of his shaft in two inches of boobs, lavishing the exposed tip whenever it poked out with a lick or kiss. John shivered on his seat, struggling to swallow the gasps he let out whenever she sucked softly on him or the groans that seemed to come from his core as she alternated sliding one breast up and down against him.

“Master,” she never stopped her dutiful attention to his cock, even when she leaned back to address him directly. Both her hands pressed her breasts inwards, adding a tightness to the soft tunnel that stroked him with every move. “Can I make it even better for us?”

Who was he to say no? John stifled a grunt that momentarily drew some attention from the barkeep, whom he had to shoo away. “Fuck yes,” he whispered down to the worshipper between his legs.

The goblin whispered a few words in her native tongue, and her soft lips were newly glossed with fresh, luminescent lipstick. She leaned down, letting her chest slide back a bit and lovingly kissed the tip of his cock. The lipstick left a glowing mark that seemed to seep into his body, sending tingles through his muscles. He felt thicker, harder, more virile with each subsequent kiss, and when she went completely down on him, the tingling sensation surged from the base of his cock and into his balls.

He could almost feel them growing heavier, brewing up enough spunk to satisfy his whore’s thirst, but with it came a haze. He needed to fuck, he needed to dump every drop he had into a woman’s body. Where didn’t matter, how didn’t matter, he just needed to cum. The slutty goblin between his knees worshipping his balls with kisses would work perfectly.

Trynity grabbed at the side of his shirt, tugging on it until John let his hand fall under the table, then taking that to replace hers on one side of her chest. She did the same with his other hand until he was lewdly groping both her tits as they squished over his cock. Now freed, Trynity grabbed his legs with each of her hands and then buried her face in her own tits. She managed to get half of John’s cock into her throat before the perky mounds got in the way. John instinctively half-thrust his hips, eliciting a muffled noise of encouragement from the cock-gobbling goblin.

If she wanted to let him take the lead, he would. Thrusting as surreptitiously as he could manage, John fondled the giant tits wrapped around his cock, using Trynity’s body as completely as her physical limits could allow. His earlier motions had been cautious, even if John hadn’t been aware of it. Intrinsically, he’d tried to go light on the goblin whore to avoid hurting her, but now that restraint was gone. He needed to cum, and her body was the tool he was going to use to achieve that.

John thrust hard against Trynity’s breasts and mouth, pushing as much as he could against or into her willing body. The **** was welcomed with lustful joy, visible as a near continual drip of wetness falling from between the goblin’s spread legs to soak into the floor. She loved what he was doing with her; if she could give more, she would.

Focused solely on his own pleasure, it didn’t take long for John to reach his peak, and he pushed straight into it without hesitation. His load pumped past Trynity’s soft lips and filled up her mouth, a few stray shots covering her lips and right cheek with the excess. Dutifully, the goblin sat forward with her mouth open until John gave his assent for her to swallow… and the effects were immediate for them both. The heady feeling pumped out of John’s body with every spurt, while a quake ran through hers, trembles that visibly ran up her skin all the way from her toes to her hair. Twitches and gasps betrayed a pleasure that warmed her belly and made every nerve tingle with anticipation and a desire to bond to this person. Along one hip, a glowing tattoo of a vine of flowers appeared, but none opened into bloom.

“For the love of everything lustful, it’s so fucking pure!” Trynity moaned, loudly enough to draw an inquisitive look from several people. The goblin wobbled and reached up to grab onto his shirt, dragging herself out from beneath the table and, with effort, onto John’s lap. Any further theories that were not sexual in nature were quelled as she rubbed the leftover cum into the skin of her face and breasts, “If I took a shot like that to my womb…” Her fingers found his shaft and started stroking it.

“Master’s slutty little fucktoy, his knocked-up cocksleeve, oh fuck!” Another orgasm visibly shook the whore’s body as she fantasized to the taste of his cum. “If you only wanted to claim me as badly as I want your mark on me, and if my stupid contract wasn’t…” Her fingers gripped painfully tightly, “You’re going to make some lucky woman into a very, very happy slut. Circe’s cunt, why can’t that be me?”

The tattoo on her body glowed again, the magic once more stifled by something else, “Fucking sterility contract, fucking exclusivity clause, fuck my life… I find the right one just as I’m being sold off as a cumdump to whoever wants to walk in the door.” Her fingers gripped his shirt tightly, and John’s heart pounded loudly as Trynity’s soaked pussy rubbed directly against his cock. The frustration was devouring her, tears running through her ruined makeup.

John didn’t know what to do. He lacked the context to make sense of the furious goblin’s words, and he hated to see her tearing herself apart like this… so he did the only rational thing, he kissed her. Trynity went completely still.

Oh shit, maybe that was too far, or the wrong thing to do, or...

The soft lips of Trynity’s pussy twitched against him, then convulsions wracked her body as the goblin came even harder than before. She couldn’t even kiss back, the stimulation was too intense, but she gave it her best attempt. Her best, sloppy, clumsy, adorable attempt. Mostly, she got lipstick all over his cheek.

For a few long seconds, she clung tightly to him and rode out the overloading feeling, until the tide of pleasure had washed away her frustration with gasping orgasms. As Trynity collapsed on him with heaving breaths, John wasn’t sure if he should give her a hug or pull her down on his cock. The appeal of the latter was hard to resist with how she was squirming against his renewed erection, but it seemed somehow predatory to take advantage of her like that. He eventually settled for an uncomfortable pat on her shoulder that missed and ended up on her breast instead. She seemed to appreciate it regardless.

At this point, they’d made enough of a scene that everyone in the vicinity was staring or at the very least, glancing over every so often. The bartender gave them a moustache-bristling look that was clearly not only disappointed but insulted at their very public disruption of his business.

John, with his goblin lover still draped to his chest, awkwardly conjured up a couple extra hundreds. He tossed them onto the table before yanking his pants back up and, with one arm supporting Trynity, stumbled away from the bar to the nearest dark corner. Curious attention, eyes and a few interface windows followed them.

Achievement Unlocked! ~ “One, Two, Three, Five…”
Manage to give a girl multiple orgasms. Show-off.
+2 Libido
+10% Penis Size

Achievement Unlocked! ~ “Center of the Universe”
Give or have an orgasm in public while drawing the attention of all possible onlookers.
+2 Charisma
+1 Libido
+Title: Exhibitionist

Exhibitionist
While active, grants +10% increased reputation deviation as a result of public sex.

Achievement Failed! ~ "The Purist"
Resist the temptations of the Inferno.

As he set the goblin whore down on shaky legs, he dismissed the achievement popups and took note of the new feature. He’d gained a title, which he could seemingly activate or disable at will. This one… he went ahead and turned it off. He didn’t want to start making this sort of thing a habit. Once was awkward enough.

Trynity had almost recovered enough to stand without grabbing his pants, which he had to keep up with one hand as she threatened to tug them down if she fell. Her panties being around her ankles weren't helping. He crouched down carefully to try and pull them up, but the goblin shook her head insistently and tried to step out of them instead.

"Take them,” she sputtered drunkenly, “yours. Just like me.”

John tucked the soaked string of fabric away into his inventory, freeing her legs. A window popped up as he did, just like it had when he’d received June’s panties a few days earlier.

Add to Collection?
Yes / No

Well, she did say I could keep them, and if she wants them back, I can always… who am I justifying this to? Fuck it.

He hit ‘Yes’ as he stood back up and refocused his attention on the goblin clinging to him. She seemed out of it enough that John felt obligated to check on her with Observe.

Trynity Gearthrust
Level 10 Harlot Priestess
99/113 hp
222/281 mp
Status Effects: Semen Stimulant (1:21:34 remaining), Intoxicated (3:19:03 remaining), Sexually Sated
Relationship: +200

She was a lot higher level than he’d been expecting, and her job title was, to put it kindly, oddly suitable. John tried not to focus on the fact that a prostitute had him outleveled. It was only natural a place like this would have… er. Skilled people. In all areas.

Her status effects were more curious. Intoxicated was clear enough, with all the booze she’d been chugging, and Sexually Sated seemed unusual to be befitting of a status, but what the hell was Semen Stimulant?

“That was… fucking… by Baal’s fat nuts, the things I want you to do to me now.” Trynity had recovered enough to nuzzle her cheek affectionately to the bulge in his pants. “But. Unless you want to soak my ass and pussy in that wonderful cum of yours first, I’ll show you where I last saw the bitch you’re looking for.” She was less handsy now but couldn’t keep herself from showering whatever bits of John she could reach in affectionate kisses and gropes.

“Maybe…” The offer was sorely tempting and he could already feel his loins reacting to the slutty goblin’s attention, but realistically, he could probably be here all day fucking Trynity’s brains out, and he was on a clock. “...after we find Vanessa. As a celebration?” His crotch physically hurt at that.

“Whatever you want, Master. For the next two hours, I’m all yours.” She gave a salute, her wobbling stance making her breasts jiggle enticingly. The previous fucked-silly expression had settled into something surprisingly sharp-eyed and attentive. It was as though he’d temporarily fucked some focus into her. Maybe he had. The idea was kinky, intriguing and stoked the hell out of his ego.

Properly clearing his own head was harder, with the view on display and constant outcries of hunger from his aroused libido, but John was able to get ahold of enough of himself to bring himself back into the moment. He had come here to do a job, and he’d be damned if he left that job unfinished. John cleared his throat and properly steeled himself.

Author's Note:
Firstly, I'd like to apologize for the lengthy hiatus, hopefully this chapter can make up some of that lost time. Things were hectic for a while in my life but I've been able to settle back, build a decent buffer and am now aiming to release a chapter once every four days to provide a reliable schedule. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read my work so far, it means a lot to any author to have people interested You are the core reason why all of us working on the Gamer do what we do.

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