Forbidden Fluid

Moira’s hammer crashed into the spine of another Overseer. The system registered the blow as fatal, sparing them the effort needed to kill a paralyzed enemy. “Another demon slain,” Moira remarked proudly.

“Another bit of proof ya need better armour.” Jane put a finger on one of the half-dozen scratches Moira’s plate had received during the Dungeon. “This ain’t even a difficult clear, you’re just catching strays.”

“This armour can be easily repaired,” Moira retorted.

“Sure, but you’re kinda burning through these. Feels like every time we have a grinding session, ya end it with needing a dozen kilos of Mithril.”

“…This… may be true…”

John cleared his throat. As the provider, he did not usually make it a point to complain about how his women used the resources he gave them, but if the opportunity arose… “It is true. Though, I hardly blame you for that. We just haven’t had luck with a proper armour drop for you.” He let out a long sigh. “It’s really annoying that pure Mithril is basically a C-Tier material in our power bracket.”

“We’re tryin’ to make somethin’ bett’r,” Hailey drawled. “Ain’t easy though. Nothin’ against Lee or Lorelei, but they’re both just alright enchanters and, as ya say, bit of a material shortage.”

That was an ‘alright’ by their standards. For the vast majority of projects conceivable, Lee and Lorelei were more than sufficient. However, when it came to the degree of skill needed to create the cutting-edge equipment they needed, the duo was struggling. Neither of them were truly specialized in enchanting. Lee obviously had her Fateweaving speciality. Lorelei was a bit better, being able to see mana moving and all that, but she was still a seer first, a tailor second and an enchanter third.

With time and the right materials, they could still create very powerful items, Layla’s new dagger was a prominent example, but there were limitations in place.

“Perhaps I need to seduce a dedicated enchantress?” John suggested jokingly, while two of his Ego Blades pierced the neck of a lone Miner.

“You have earned the right to make that joke,” Moira stated. “I feel the need to reiterate that I am quite proud that you managed to resist your own nature for once.”

“It was surprisingly easy.” The two Ego Blades joined the two others hovering behind his back. He didn’t like using them in Instant Dungeons because they, too, were quite fragile for their level. However, Elementium was much easier to come by than Mithril, and when there was a dedicated fodder-type enemy, like the Miners, then deploying them wasn’t as concerning.

They were currently advancing through one of the tunnels. They came in two aesthetic variants. One was the hollowed-out tree roots, which were patrolled by Overseers. The other was natural corridors in the hellish rock of the Dungeon, filled with a multitude of Miners. Generally, it was as easy as dispatching one enemy at a time. Challenging spots only arose where two types of corridors intersected.

Though that was ‘challenging’ in big quotation marks. The initial Horror fight had been the hardest the Dungeon had gotten so far. The primary mechanic of the encounters was to entangle the Overseer in a melee before it could buff the Miners. Even in the rare instances that there were two of them around, the party just entangled them quickly, dispatched the Miners, then collapsed on the Overseers.

It was a fairly simplistic combat pattern.

They dispatched another group of enemies, then came across a four-way intersection. “Let’s go right here,” John decided. “If we are in the right area of the Forbidden Map, we should come across an unusually square chamber next.”

They did exactly that. The one Overseer and six Miners within occupied them for a couple of minutes, before Ehtra carved the demon open with her Chain Sword.

“Alright, we take another right here, then there should be a leftwards bending tunnel.” That prediction, too, came true. There were only sole Miners in the tunnel, each of them dispatched in a matter of moments. Hailey was the exception to this, needing almost twenty seconds to deal with hers when it was her turn to try. No one was bothered by the little delay.

“If I got my brain greased right,” Hailey remarked, “our target should be coming up? Niche on the right?”

“Yup,” John agreed.

“I am excited.” Jane grabbed her husband’s arm. Pressing her medium (and premium) chest against him. “I love little mysteries like this. Hope the reward is good!”

“Historically speaking, Secret Rooms are a pretty mixed bag,” John answered. “Though generally it’s worth it the first time.”

They arrived at their destination. It was a small outcropping to the side of the main corridor, the kind of dead-end that was common in nature but would have had any gamer everywhere wonder what the level designer was hiding there. The obvious discolouration of the walls, a deep red contrasting the surrounding dark grey, further deepened suspicion.

John pulled out the Forbidden Map. A prompt window opened as he approached, asking for his confirmation on consuming the item to gain access to the Secret Room. “Alright, let’s see what this sealed liquid is about.”

He pressed the button and the wall before them melted away like wax exposed to a blowtorch. Behind it was a thoroughly demonic chamber. Spikes protruded from the jet-black walls, golden veins marbling the polished stone. A chandelier made of bones and crystallized anguish hung above, basking the room in eery, purple-tinged light. Below it, a pool of red-black liquid churned, struggling against the wards projected by the gemstone eyes of a dozen Overseer skulls set around the edge of the circular ritual site.

The party of five entered the Secret Room. For the four members of the party, it was just an odd bit of scenery. For the party leader, crossing the threshold was the trigger to make a new window appear in front of him.

John chuckled at the window. A quick test showed that he was allowed to withdraw the necessary metals from the Guild Bank, so those two requirements weren’t an issue. The middle of the list provided a minor challenge. “So, Moira, would you be willing to assist me with this?”

Scandalized and blushing, the Warden dropped her hammer to gesture at the room around them. “I will not partake in an obviously unholy ritual!” she proclaimed. “C-certainly, I will not provide my… fluids for it!”

“I’m not the only one hearing an aroused stammer there, right?” Jane asked.

“The Warden creature seems rather into the idea,” Ehtra agreed.

“Blasphemy!” The blessed shield shrunk down to its pendant form, just so Moira could cross her arms. “Though I will not deny that I feel a degree of arousal at the idea of this sinful activity, I will never aid any demonic forces.”

“But ya aren’t,” Hailey chimed in. “All of this whole demonic mine thing is just the Lady dressin’ it up. Both the Quest and the Dungeon are made by her.”

“Categorically true,” John added. “And on the rare occasion that there was something genuinely corruptive, she put a big warning sign on it. The usual temptations of easy power, if you will.”

Moira bit her lower lip, her blush deepening, her green eyes lowering to the ground. Just a little bit more pressure and he would have her agree, he just knew it. Certainly, Moira could be stubborn and stern, but with the right application of logic and care, she could be made to do things she wanted to anyhow.

“Only alternative we have is to reach out to Lulu and I don’t think she’s available,” the Gamer said. “It just gets us to Part 2.”

“Will I even count as a virgin?” Moira asked.

“Gaia isn’t in the habit of giving me Quests I can’t complete, so I would assume so.”

“Worst case, ya squirt and nothing happens – not exactly a bad situation,” Jane remarked. “Come on, Moi-Moi.”

“…Alright, fine!” Having caved, the Warden loosened the various straps that kept her armour in place. Segment by segment, the heavy plate was gently placed on the ground. The tabard and bodysuit were also removed, leaving Moira in nothing but wine-red lingerie. The dual toys were perfectly covered by the custom-made panties.

John exchanged a little glaring match with his first wife. ‘You got to kiss her after every major encounter!’ he mentally communicated. Grumbling, the feline Lightbearer relented and let him do the honours.

“We won’t be needing this.” John knelt in front of the waiting Warden and peeled her panties off. The soaked fabric clung to pussy and vibrator for a bit, before gliding down Moira’s luscious legs. The vibrator, a small thing that was loosely attached to her clit, almost fell out on its own. A little tug was all it took. “If you could squat over there?” John requested, pointing Moira to the edge of the pool. “Just relax.”

“I can’t believe I am partaking in such a lewd and improper ritual,” Moira muttered again, her lips curving into a slight smile.

There was a little sinner inside everyone. Had it not been for the surrounding circumstances, John was certain Moira would have smashed the entire room to bits already though.

John tossed the required metals into the pit almost absent-mindedly. The churning liquid gurgled as it dissolved the materials. Afterwards, it turned calm, a red-black pond awaiting the next contribution.

Breathing slightly accelerated, Moira awaited her man’s touch. A dusting of pink flushed most of her body. As ordered, she was squatting, her legs apart, her hands on the floor behind her for extra stability. This wasn’t her first rodeo when it came to John applying his expertise. There were very reliable ways to make women squirt – provided the woman had the physical tendency for such explosive orgasms. Which, courtesy of either high Libido or pure luck, all of his women had.

John licked his fingers, an unnecessary precaution when she was already this wet. Palm facing towards her belly, he rubbed his ring and middle finger against her outer folds, letting her juices cover his fingers. Carefully, he curled them into her. The heat of her walls surrounded the two digits. Moira was already moaning, her sensitive pussy intertwining deeply with the expectations the weeks of their physical relationships had set.

He found the important spot easily. Located on the anterior wall was a ridged, spongy area, distinct in its texture. John applied consistent pressure. Slow at first, then more urgently, he moved in a ‘come hither’ motion.

Moira’s moans spiked near instantly. She was all quivers and cries, her hips trembling beneath his palm. She gasped, gulped, then shouted out her pleasure. Within less than thirty seconds, he had her right at the edge. These things could happen really quickly when everyone knew what they were doing and were deeply comfortable with the situation.

Usually, John would have continued to finger her past the exploding point, but the Quest had a requirement. When he knew the first wave of her squirting orgasm was underway, he moved his hand up. The clear fluid gushed from her womanhood, a hard and intense release that left her panting. Three waves of the squirting orgasm delivered the juices to the pool of Forbidden Fluid.

John was so entranced by the view of his post-orgasmic paladin, he temporarily forgot about the Quest. Gaia had enough tact to let him enjoy the five seconds of Moira struggling to even her breathing, of her muscles trembling and her pussy twitching. When she was starting to calm down, the next window opened.

The Gamer kept his eyes on Moira, using the Ego Blades for the boring task of seeing what became of the fluid. Following the offering, it had consolidated into a rubbery sphere, the red and black joined by a few golden elements. When Hailey poked it with an ice weapon, it wobbled slightly but held its shape.

“If the Tree of Death has similar mechanics to his predecessor versions…” John stood up, then unzipped his pants. After that little act, he needed his own release. His erection hung in the air for only a moment before Moira sucked on the tip. Ehtra aided her immediately. “…then it will have three ‘faces’ that need to be destroyed and it will employ defensive measures to keep that from happening. I assume the Quest wants us to press this sphere against the faces.”

“Sounds easy enough,” Jane picked up the sphere. “Ya gonna be busy for long there?”

“Definitely not,” John groaned. “Moira knows exactly what she’s doing with her tongue.”

The Shield Warden hummed, a sound between shame and depraved pride, and continued the targeted stimulation of his head. If John had any resistance to cumming on the spot, it crumbled under the kisses Ehtra delivered to his heavy sack. Combined female attention overloaded his mind and body.

Moira gathered up his seed in her mouth, then shared the bounty with Ehtra. It was a quick and clean act of division, nothing like the messy swapping back and forth usually done during orgies. While the redhead gulped it all down instantly, Ehtra presented the load to her Master first, only swallowing it all when she got permission to.

‘God, I love how different they all are,’ John thought, then zipped his pants back up. “Thank you for the help.”

“You ought to be thankful,” Moira sighed, the cum-induced orgasm making her shiver still.

Ehtra took a different tone. “Not like I did it to please you or anything.”

“Pffft.” Jane laughed. “Gaia, Ehtra, you’re such a tsundere sometimes.”

Pressing her lips together, the blushing angel retorted with a half-growled hum, then helped Moira put her armour back on. ‘Wish fulfilment engine, if you truly are real, then please give me the option to turn that orb into a bodysuit for her by the end of this,’ John thought. ‘It would solve material problems and be sexy as hell – pun intended.’

In moments like this, John understood why people worshipped Gaia.