Saturday

It was six in the morning, Saturday. John had ministered to Omorfia’s needs all night. All she needed was two hundred or so more experience points and she would be free. But John wanted to see what today’s quest would be.

BEEP BEEP SLAM Ding!

Daily Quest: Master Craft

Using your crafting skill, create:

• 1 very common item

• 1 common item

• 1 uncommon item

• 1 rare item

Reward:

+1 skill level to craft

+50 Exp.

Accept Decline

John hit accept.

Shouldn’t be too difficult. But for now, Omorfia takes precedence. And so does keeping up appearances with my mom.

John took a shower and went downstairs to make breakfast.

Is breakfast a common item?

He cast craft and made pancakes. His mom came downstairs with a radiant smile.

“Good morning, honey. Breakfast smells delicious.”

“I hope it at least tastes good.”

“Of course it will, sweetie! You need to have more confidence.”

John served her a plate and she made exaggerated savoring sounds as she ate. He shook his head and chuckled.

Craft is still level 1. Does it only level up through quests?

He sat down and ate breakfast with his mom, noting that the pancakes weren’t that bad.

“Okay honey,” his mom said a few minutes after finishing her food, “You’ve inspired me. I’m going to start working out too.”

John looked at her. She was a beautiful woman, worthy of the title MILF. She had no need to work out. Her body was perfectly curvy in all the right places.

“You don’t need to work out, mom. You look great already.”

“Oh, sweetie. It’s not about looks, it’s about health. Keeping the metabolism going for as long as I can so I can stay looking as great as I do for as long as I can.”

John shrugged. “If you say so. Where are you going to do it? Did you buy a gym membership?”

She laughed at that. “No, I’ll just be doing some simple exercises in the garage. Feel free to join me whenever you want, sweetie.”

“I will. But for now, I think I will meditate in my room for a few hours.”

“Okay honey. I’ll be in the garage if you need me.”

They left the kitchen. John went upstairs and closed his door. He took a deep breath and let his Libido take him over again. This would be the last time he had sex with such an unresponsive partner. He hoped.

A girl was standing in a room alone, naked. Her porcelain skin was still wet in some places and so was her waist length hair, she had just taken a shower. She hummed along to music that was playing in the background, a classic rock song. Her eyes were focused on the wall opposite to her bed, where there was a map of Springfield pinned to the wall. Pins cluttered the surface of the map, and each pin was connected to another pin with a piece of string. Each pair of pins consisted of a pin on the map, and a pin off of the map that held up an index card. Most of the index cards were full of neat, small writing, but some were still blank. Her hazel eyes scanned each card for what must have been the hundredth time that day as she dried her hair.

It isn’t adding up. He just definitely does not live in the northern half of the city.

This aggravated her. Firesmith students weren’t allowed to live in the southern side of the city. There were too many dangers. The Scarlet Witch, The Golden Rose. There were even rumors that the Cabal and the Bloodfallen were lurking in the shadows of south Springfield.

I have to find him. And eventually, I will. I will get stronger. I will be powerful enough to stand for myself against anti-mage guilds and dark mage guilds. I will find him, and he will love me. One day.

She let the towel she was using to dry her hair fall to the floor and lit her hands on fire. Her flames were weak, barely warming up her forearms. She clenched her fists in disappointment.

He thrust into Omorfia again and again. Her experience bar ticked up slowly, drawing ever nearer to his objective. Then, suddenly, Omorfia’s eyes opened. They glowed red where her irises once were violet, and pink everywhere else. Her experience bar ticked the last few points it needed to level up, and then she exploded. Not literally, but essentially. Her mouth snapped open and she screamed as she arched her back. Her cries were of pure ecstasy, the vocal embodiment of pleasure. John would have panicked if not for the fact that her pussy had somehow gone into double overdrive and was milking his dick like never before, robbing him of any conscious thought. She writhed on John’s bed, grinding her hips into his with gyrating motions. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in hilt deep, not letting him go. John moaned, unable to contain himself, and groaned. She sat up and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts against him and smothering his face with little kisses.

“Oh Aaah! Master Uunh! you-you aaAAah saved me. Ooh! You-”

“JOHN BENJAMIN NEWMAN. IF YOU THINK THAT BECAUSE I JOKED ABOUT YOU BEING GAY IT GIVES YOU PERMISSION TO WATCH YOUR PORNOGRAPHY WITH SPEAKERS INSTEAD OF HEADPHONES, YOUNG MAN YOU ARE DEARLY MISTAKEN. I HEARD IT IN THE GARAGE. THE GARAGE! TURN IT DOWN AND KEEP IT DOWN.”

John’s mom stormed up the stairs, ranted at his door, and then stormed back down. He had at least had the presence of mind to clamp a hand on Omorfia’s mouth, slightly muffling her cries of pleasure/cute attempts at a thank you. John looked into Omorfia’s eyes, they were back to their normal violet. She looked back with aching adoration and a deep need.

“Of course I saved you,” he whispered. “I couldn’t leave you like that forever”

Then he kissed her, a gentle kiss at first. Then she kissed back, her tongue seeking entrance to his mouth. Their tongues intertwined, and Omorfia started grinding her hips into him again. John moaned into her mouth as he came again. Omorfia shuddered as she came with him. John broke off the kiss.

“I’m so glad to have you back.” John said.

“I can’t thank you enough for saving me, master.” She replied. Then her eyes lit up and a mischievous smile crept across her face. She untangled herself from him and sensually slid downwards so that her mouth was level with his dick. John guessed what was going to happen next, and started to wonder if he had fallen asleep at some point and was now dreaming.

She licked him from base to tip, slowly. Then she put the tip in her mouth, suckling on it for a few seconds before going down deeper. John threw his head back and sighed in contentment. He was in heaven. She started to bob her head up and down on his dick, making wet noises in her throat. John knew he wouldn’t last much longer. She increased her pace. John groaned.

“I’m cumming”

Omorfia positioned her head so that her tongue was resting right at the tip of his dick, mouth open and ready to receive as she jerked him with her hand. John came, and the first spurt of seed landed on her face, painting a line from her forehead to her chin. The next few landed in her mouth, each successful hit emphasized by a slight moan from Omorfia. She closed her mouth after he was done, and opened it again to show that she had swallowed it, while wiping the rest that had gotten onto her face off with her hands and then licking her fingers.

“That was wonderful, master. Your mana tastes even better than I remember.”

They laid in bed together, and eventually Omorfia dozes off, content with her lot in life. John laid there for a while, thinking about his new life. It had its drawbacks and dangers, but it was essentially better than the one he would have had. Reassured, he tried to sleep. Ding!

Sleep? For how long?

____ Hours

John looked at the new window.

Skyrim? Awesome.

He drew an 8 in the blank, and a new window replaced the old one.

Sleep for 8 hours?

Accept Decline

He hit accept, and his mind was thrown into a flurry of visions.