Reluctantly

A quest's a quest. Worst case scenario I fail the quest.

John hit accept, and then continued to the bathroom for his morning routine. Afterwards, he walked downstairs, Ignis prancing happily at his side. Ignis was much taller now, its head level with John’s waist. John walked into the kitchen, deciding to eat breakfast today, and saw his mother reading a letter. Not unusual in itself, the mail usually arrived pretty early in his neighborhood. What was unusual was the style of the letter she was reading. It was yellowed parchment paper, with a wax sealed envelope lying open on the kitchen counter. John cocked his head and smiled at his mother, casting Dismiss Summon with a thought and a wave of his hand.

“Did my Hogwarts acceptance letter finally come?” he joked.

His mother looked up with surprised eyes.

“Even better! This is an offer for a full ride scholarship to Firesmith Academy!”

John did his best to act surprised. The quest box had prepared him for something like this.

“What do you think I should do, mom? Should I go to Firesmith? It’s all the way across town, I would be getting home a lot later and leaving home a lot earlier.”

“This is your education we’re talking about, honey! If you have an opportunity to study at the best school in the state, you should take it! Especially if it’s for free!”

She was practically shouting in her excitement. John found her enthusiasm infectious. He grinned at her.

“Well if you insist. I’ll sign up for a full schedule today.”

His mother furrowed her brows, her excitement dimming a bit.

“A full schedule? Will you have time to do all that homework?”

John smiled, thinking of the all-nighter he just pulled.

“I’m sure I’ll figure it out”

She smiled back at him.

“I’m proud of you, honey. Taking responsibility. I’ll trust that you can do it.”

John nodded and went for the door, breakfast forgotten.

“See you later, mom.”

“Bye honey, love you!”

“you too.”

He walked out the door.

“Time to grind parkour.”

He crossed the street, walking into an alley. Then he concentrated on his skill, focusing his mana into his arms and legs. His vision changed, taking on an orange hue. John groaned, thinking it was another instant dungeon. He stopped walking, waiting for an enemy to pop up and attack. Nothing happened. John narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He glanced side to side, up and down the alley, searching for a hostile creature. Then he noticed that he couldn’t see his aura.

Maybe I’m not in a dungeon.

He glanced down the alley again, heavily scrutinizing his surroundings. A path lit up. The orange tint to his vision faded, but a trail of orange stayed. It wound over a dumpster, up a wall, into a fire escape, and onto the roof of a building. Intrigued, John stepped towards it. Then his body began to move on its own, breaking into a run. Slightly panicked, John yelped in surprise as he vaulted into a muscle-up onto the fire escape and proceeded to weave his way up it, using the handrails as steps more than the steps themselves. He climbed onto the rooftop and was greeted by his hometown sprawled out before him. Some building regulations a few decades back had set a maximum height for buildings in his neighborhood as eight stories. He had managed to climb an eight-story apartment building in no more than five minutes.

So, this is parkour? I like it.

The orange path continued in the general direction of Firesmith, bobbing along the rooftops and across streets. John followed it, basking in the feeling of having such an awesome passive ability.

A block from Firesmith, the path stopped. It ended in the center of a large, flat rooftop. When John reached the end, there was a ding and a new info box.

Parkour level 1 unable to construct safe route.

John’s brow furrowed.

How the hell am I supposed to get down?

He paced the rooftop for a few minutes and decided to look for a way down himself. He scoured the rooftop for half an hour, finding no way into the building and no fire escapes. He was beginning to get frustrated, but Gamer’s Spirit kicked in. He began to calculate and scheme. He had an idea, but it was risky.

Fuck it.

He went for it, running from one end of the rooftop to the other and then leaping. He flew a good seven feet out, and began to fall. As the ground rushed up to meet him, he focused his mana into his feet as well as his hands and cast flames. This slowed his descent considerably, and he landed with a roll (thanks to parkour) and only took two points of fall damage. John grinned in satisfaction and continued walking towards Firesmith.

Then he walked into solid air.

Again.

The world was tinted a deep maroon, and a car drove by at what seemed like half a mile per hour.

“Mother fuck!” Was John’s response to getting caught in another instant dungeon.

“Hey now, watch your language kiddo. You might offend someone.” Came a sultry voice from behind him.

His Gamer’s Spirit still active, he turned and levelled a cold calculating stare at his new jailer. She was a voluptuous vixen, with violet skin and raven hair. She stood at five feet five inches, with C cup breasts and a flat stomach. She boasted a perfect bubble butt, and legs that went on for miles. Her eyes were a captivating ice blue, contrasting beautifully with her dark body. She was also naked. A fact John was very aware of. He managed to cast observe and focus long enough to read the info box it provided.

Level 7 City Nymph

A nature spirit whose environment was destroyed to form the city of Springfield. She no longer may feed on nature’s energy and so has resorted to feeding on the Libido of her victims.

John’s eyes narrowed at the description. How do you feed on Libido? Sex?

John smiled. He doubted he would be that lucky. She probably kills her victims and then absorbs their libidinous energy or something like that.

The Nymph drew nearer, and John’s erection throbbed. Shit.

She smiled, sensing the source of his discomfort.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” She said as she continued to draw nearer.

“That sounds like something someone would say right before hurting someone else.” Was John’s response. She giggled; a melodic, twinkling sound. The sudden rise and fall of her breathing set her chest to bouncing, and John’s Gamer’s Spirit was overwhelmed by his 19 Libido. Fuck it, if I’m going to die, I’m going to die fucking a fantasy babe.

John took off his shirt and threw it to the side.

“Oh my, you got the message real quick didn’t you, stud?”

John smirked and kicked off his shoes as he worked the button on his jeans, not wanting to use his inventory to unequip it all at once so he could savor what could possibly be his last moments. She giggled again as she finally reached him, and began stroking his chest.

“Easy now, kiddo, only fools rush in.”

John shut her up by smashing his mouth onto hers, his first kiss. She moaned into his mouth and her body quivered with what seemed to be a small orgasm. He dropped his pants and broke off the kiss to pull down his boxers. She dropped to her knees and smiled as his dick bounced free of its cloth constraints. Finally free, John stood tall and looked down at the Nymph. She looked back up at him with her bewitching eyes as she lowered her head slightly and licked from base to tip, agonizingly slowly. John shuddered in pleasure. She continued in this fashion for a precious few seconds, then took the tip into her mouth. The warm, wet pressure of her mouth was nearly overwhelming for John and he cried out in bliss. She suckled the tip for what was an eternity of pleasure for John, and then slowly took in more of him. She bobbed her head up and down half his rod, driving John insane. She took him in completely, her nose brushing up against his lower abdomen as she increased her pace. John was in ecstasy, and it took all his will power not to cum. He lasted all of two minutes. His groans and moans turned to grunts and sighs and then with a roar, he erupted into her mouth without warning. She swallowed his burst after dizzying burst. His knees became weak and his eyesight became spotty as he experienced the most explosive orgasm of his lifetime. She sucked him dry and then let go of his flaccid member. John dropped to his knees, unable to support his own weight. The Nymph giggled. John fell backwards and lay there, amazed by what had just transpired.

“You okay, kiddo? You look a little tuckered out. Don’t tell me you didn’t plan on returning the favor. Because I’m not giving you the chance not to~” She said, half singing the last phrase.

She then crawled up his body seductively, swaying her perfect ass from side to side. She continued to giggle at John’s incoherence. She straddled his neck, giving him a chance to realize what was about to happen, and then inched forward so that she was sitting on his face.

John was in a euphoric state. He couldn’t think clearly. He had more than a dozen info boxes minimized in a corner, an ability he didn’t even know he had until now. He had fallen, and then she had crawled up to him. Crawled up him? Her smiling face was the last thing he saw before the world went black. He took a breath, it smelled of the city, but more concentrated. Only the pleasant smells, the community garden in the spring, rooftop barbecues, bakeries in the morning, and coffee shops. It was intoxicating. John opened his mouth and reached out into the inky blackness with his tongue to try and taste the air he was breathing. He met resistance right outside his mouth. It was a silky barrier, super soft yet unyielding. John probed around as far as his tongue could reach, and found that there was a narrow slit right in front of his mouth, and a barrier made of something different all around it. Faced with no alternative, he plunged his mouth muscle into the slit. His intrusion was met with vibration, lubrication, and what seemed to be attempted subjugation. His tongue was being attacked by the walls of the slit, they clenched around it and shook and spasmed as he tried his best to wriggle free. All the while a liquid poured into his mouth directly from his tongue’s current foe. It tasted like the city, just like the air had earlier. John’s tongue battled on with the silky barrier that slightly hindered his breathing and completely blinded him. He attempted to push the tide of the struggle upwards, but every time he did so he encountered a round structure that when agitated triggered a redoubling of the wall’s efforts to drive him out. After nearly an hour of energetic warfare, the barrier fell away. His sight was restored, and his mind was cleared. What he saw was enlightening, and drove him to revise what he had thought was happening earlier. His eyes beheld the City Nymph, laying on him with legs spread wide, breathing heavily. He looked to her pussy and confirmed his suspicions. It was a deep shade of hot pink, instead of the violet it was before. A stream of shimmering cum continued to flow out of her. Her face was one of **** contentment and satisfaction. John smiled with pride. I defeated a sex monster by giving it too much sex.

The Nymph raised herself up onto her elbows and smiled seductively at him. She slid off his body and angled herself so that her pussy lips were in the most inviting position. John immediately knew what he needed to do to finish her off. He raised himself into a kneeling position and moved forward so that his meat only barely touched her entrance. She whined in protest as he teased his way up and down the sides of her opening, lubricating himself with her juices. When he felt like he was lubed enough to enter without any problem, he lined himself up. Then he waited there, teasing her even more.

“Please, give it to me!” She begged. “Stick it in me, I need to feel you inside!”

John smiled, and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up slightly. Then he pulled her towards him with all his strength, effectively slamming himself hilt deep into her warm chamber. Her eyes went wide with surprise, her mouth wide open with a silent scream of pleasure, and her body began to spasm wildly in his grip. She bucked against him for a full minute before he couldn’t take it anymore and came inside her. She slumped limply into his arms, cumpletely (wink wink) exhausted. John sighed contentedly, proud of how he handled this encounter.