Feel Good Friday

“Hi honey, how was your day?”

“It was okay. Productive if I had to describe it in one word.”

“Oh really, what did you do?”

John’s mom plopped onto the couch with an interested expression.

“I started working out. I think it’s paying off.”

“Oh really? If you just started today you won’t be getting results yet… Wow, honey!”

John had rolled up his right sleeve and flexed his bicep. His mom was now at his side, squeezing and rubbing the newly developed muscle. It made him a little uncomfortable, but he didn’t mind.

“How long have you been working out?”

“A few days. Since Monday, I think.”

“That’s amazing progress!”

“Thanks, mom.”

She took a step back and looked into his eyes.

“You’re making me really proud, John. You’re really growing into a fine young man. You’re going to make a lucky lady very happy, I’m sure. Or a lucky man, if that’s-”

“Aw, mom! It was a nice moment and you had to go there. You totally killed it.”

John turned away from her playfully, laughing at the situation.

“What? It’s the twenty-first century, John. You don’t have to be ashamed of who you are.”

“But I’m not, mom.”

“Well you’ve never brought home a girl, so what was I supposed to think? My handsome and kind son can’t attract nice girls?”

“Mom!”

“What?”

“I have a girlfriend.”

John lied.

“Really? Who? Oh, never mind. Bring her home sometime, sweetie. I want to meet her.”

The discussion was over. John walked into the kitchen and started on dinner. He wanted to level up his craft skill. He opened the fridge and cabinets, then cast craft. His body moved of its own accord, much like parkour, gathering ingredients and utensils. In less than 5 minutes, he had made a mess of the kitchen counters and was starting to cook… Something. He still wasn’t sure what. His mom didn’t care. She trusted his cooking skills.

An hour later, the kitchen was clean and dinner was ready. John’s crafting skill had somehow given him the skills needed to make decent gyros. His mom was really impressed, and honestly, so was he. They tasted pretty good. He had never had one before, but his mom kept talking about how they reminded her of her childhood.

Crafting is weird. It still hasn’t levelled up.

Dinner eaten and dishes done, John bid his mother good night and went up to his room.

“What a day.”

Ding!

Daily Quest: Feel Good Friday

Cause a total of 100 orgasms in the next 24 hours.

+1 Uncommon Item

+3 Charisma

+7 Libido

+100 Exp.

Accept Decline

John hit accept.

I was planning on doing something similar anyway. The Developer really knows how to pick quests… Breakfast first though.

John made breakfast, ate, and went back upstairs. His 23 Libido took over his body as he studied Omorfia.

Her hair floated above her head, slowly turning pink from the tips downwards. Her ears were growing longer as well, making her look like an elf. Her violet skin was covered in flowing, glowing red lines from the edges of her face to the tops of her hands and feet. The markings were more complex around her nipples and clit, calling attention to them, slightly hypnotizing John. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, a steady rhythm.

John stepped closer to her, and caressed her face. Her breathing hitched, and her pussy juice flow increased a bit. He smiled. His hand wandered to her ear, fascinated by it. Her breaths came faster. He reached the tip of her left ear. He could feel her pulse, it pulsed rapidly and his smile grew. He leaned down and kissed her neck, her pussy gushing audibly. He retreated from her neck and continued downwards, following one of her new tattoos.

It was a swirled path, but it led to her nipple eventually. As soon as he kissed the edge, her lower body spasmed. He continued onwards to his destination and was rewarded with a gush and a splatter. He suckled her nipple for a few minutes, memorizing its shape with his mouth, and then followed another tattoo. This one spiraled down close to her navel only to come back up to her other breast. John was not disappointed in the least as he committed this other perfect breast to memory, rewarded by another shudder and splatter.

He set off from this port of pleasure in search of her natural spring, following her tattoos one by one until one led him true. Her chest fluttered and her pulse raced as every path led him closer and closer, but not quite there. Finally, he reached her treasure. Just one quick kiss sent her bucking into his face, her muscles clenching and unclenching rapidly. John ground his tongue into her pleasure button and kept the orgasm going for as long as he could, keeping an eye on his orgasm counter.

The counter went up one every few seconds, meaning either long orgasms counted for more than one or she was having multiple orgasms in a row. John decided it didn’t matter.

Once that counter hits 50, I’m sticking it in.

He started to probe a finger into her pussy, the tightness caused by her orgasmic state making it a bit difficult. Before long, though, a second finger found its way in. With this development, John began to explore her depths in search of her G-spot. A few minutes of frantic fingering later, he found it. Her reaction was explosive. Her pussy clenched hard on his fingers, her cum sprayed all over his face, her hips bucked up off the bed, and her whole body shook with the power of her orgasm. Minutes passed before she fell back onto the bed, her breathing erratic. The orgasm counter was at 62. John pulled his fingers out of her.

He knelt between her legs, rubbing his member up and down her pussy until it was drenched in her juices. Then he eased himself in, her continuous orgasms making her extremely tight. To the hilt he went in, and the ecstasy he felt was out of this world. Her walls pressed against his ram as he shook her castle to its core. He struggled to keep his moans to a minimal volume. He pumped into her with a rapid pace, screwing his eyes shut against the incredible pleasure. He came. He gushed into her with the power and urgency of a firehose, grunts and loud puffs of breath escaping him as he reached new levels of ecstasy. This only fueled the passion of his Libido, and he began to piston into her harder.

He leaned forward and used her tits as handholds for more leverage. They were soft to the touch, and her nipples rubbed against his palms. The slapping of their hips meeting was getting loud, but there was little John could really do about it. There was no way he was going to slow down, no way he was going to thrust softer, no way he was going to surrender this slice of heaven. He came again. And again. And again. The orgasm counter hit 100 and kept going. 150, 200, 250. It ended at 273, when John collapsed on top of her after hearing his mom come home. He kissed her forehead tenderly, lovingly, and left his room to take a shower.