Virgin No More

John let out a groan of pleasure as Blair’s wet womanhood engulfed the entirety of his member. He felt his knees begin to quiver as Blair moaned above him. Now that both of them were plenty lubed up already, John still felt her insides stretch around his dick as it made its way slowly through her tight pussy until he finally reached as far up as he was able to go.

“Ahhhh shiiiiit, it’s been way too long,” Blair mumbled as she began to slowly bounce on the dick inside of her cowgirl style. Her perky breasts jiggled tantalizingly as John reached up to grope them and began to hump Blair’s pussy as he played with her nipples with his fingers. As he did so, Blair let out soft moans of pleasure as she bounced on his dick harder and more frequently.

To him, it felt like electricity was pulsating throughout his body as he experienced levels of pleasure simple masturbation could never hope to achieve. They spent the next couple of minutes like that, John humping as Blair bounced on his member. The sounds of light moaning and grunting and the slapping of sweaty flesh audible through the entirety of Blair’s small home. Soon enough, John felt his balls begin to tighten once more.

“B-Blair, I’m gonna cum soon!” John exclaimed with a grunt, as he tried to hold himself back in order to try to make his pleasure last as long as possible. Blair panted and moaned from above him.

“Just hold out a little longer! I’m almost there too!” she told John as he felt her pussy begin to tighten around his dick even further, signalling her fast approaching orgasm. Within seconds they both orgasmed at the same time, John’s seed painting the inside of Blair’s womb white while her juices dripped down John’s inner thigh and stained the couch. They both lay there, John on the couch and Blair on top of him, as they panted together and experienced post-orgasmic bliss.

"Hey, you don't think we moved too fast, right? We've barely known each other for 24 hours after all and we've already slept together," John asked.

"Hmm, I forget that you're still new to the Abyss. Well, life in the Abyss is pretty harsh, you can be killed, enslaved, or worse if you look at the wrong person the wrong way. So, in an environment like that, people tend to move faster than what's considered normal by mundane standards; after all, gotta enjoy the life you have when it can be suddenly cut short," she explained to him. As John contemplated what she had said, his vision was suddenly flooded with new notifications.

Lvl Up!
You have reached lvl 5!

It doesn’t say by how much either formula would change, which makes deciding a bit trickier. I guess it’s a choice between having more mana to play with or having an easier time not dying. Hmm, HP has been steadily increasing with my Endurance and will only get higher as I finish my current quest, but MP on the other hand… It would be better if I don’t need to use the knife as a spare weapon and can finish a fight before the scythe drains all my mana, he thought as he continued to consider the choice before him.

John quickly pulled up his character sheet to double check it. His HP was already tied with his MP at 85 points each, for MP, however, that was only with the ring. John made his choice and pressed on the reward for an improved mana formula.

Reward Selected
MP Formula is currently recalculating…
Recalculation complete

John quickly reopened his character sheet to see just how big of a change to his mana there now was and to spend his newly acquired Ability Points. John’s eyes widened when he saw that his MP had gone from a max of 85, to now one of 210.

Holy-, without my ring, my MP max was only 60, and now it would be 175…almost triple. Not only that, but my mana regen also went up by a bit as well, John thought to himself as he continued to stare at a now, in his eyes, seemingly endless mana pool. That was when both he and Blair heard three sharp and fast knocks come from the front door. Blair immediately shot off the couch and began to quickly throw her clothes back on as fast as she could.

“Shit, how did I forget? Today’s Tuesday!” John heard her scold herself under her breath as she dressed. Blair skipped her bra and panties, and only wore her pants and shirt as she looked back at John. He realized that he also needed to change and began to equip all of his clothes from his inventory. As soon as he did so, Blair went to the front door and opened it.

The large man that stepped through it embraced Blair, and as he did so, gave John a cold, knowing stare from above her shoulder. John gulped and chose to cast Observe on him to see if it would give him any information that he could use for a good first impression.

John’s heart skipped a beat when he saw his age, then almost stopped entirely when he saw his level, the highest he’d seen yet at 32. That was when he saw his race, a demon. In that moment, a part of John wanted to run, to see if he could escape through a window or find a backdoor, but the demon’s icy stare seemed to keep him frozen in place. The old, well dressed demon then broke his gaze on John and turned to Blair instead with a warm smile. He placed his white gloves on Blair’s shoulders as he glanced her up and down.

“It’s only been a month since I last saw you, but I swear you look bigger every time,” said Ganzac with a laugh. Blair pulled his arms away from her shoulders.

“I’m 21, Ganz, not 12, you can stop treating me like a child,” she said to him. He looked over to John.

“Yes… I can see that, and who is this? I would say he’s scrawny enough to be a stray cat, but I don’t want to insult the cats,” he remarked, his voice clearly filled with disapproval. John swallowed and tried to regain at least some of his composure as he ignored the clear insult. He walked up to the old demon and extended his hand.

“John Newman, sir, nice to meet you,” he said, his voice shaking slightly. The demon looked at John’s hand for a moment before shaking it. If it weren’t for the lack of any lost HP notifications, John would have sworn that he felt a bone crack from the iron grip. The demon looked to Blair as he continued to trap John’s hand.

“Blair, would you mind making something to eat? You know that I detest plane food, and I’m famished. Besides, John and I need to talk, guy to guy,” he asked. Blair quickly went into the kitchen to see if she could prepare something. Before she went behind the wall, John could have sworn she mouthed good luck to him. As soon as she was out of sight, he tightened his grip over John’s hand even further.

“Now then, John, let's talk, shall we,” he asked in a tone that clearly wasn’t a request, as two horns began to appear on his forehead.