You meet a nymph and a rogue

Half an hour later you've just finished convincing a group of particularly hopeful level 5 goblins to leave you alone when Becca appears out of the crowd and sits down beside you.

"Could you disappear for a moment? Lucia has the hag's adventurer wrapped around her finger, and we're hoping to see what we can get out of him."

"Actually, I'd like to meet him." The hellpriest opens her mouth to protest, but closes it again as you begin to shrink before her eyes. Red skin turns peach and simple clothes form around your body as you take the form of Adam the adventurer. Nearly the moment you've transformed, a stunning woman steps out of the crowd. Her floor-length, straight, deep blue hair contrasts with her pale blue skin. A long, flowing lily-white gown just barely hints at the treasures concealed underneath. After a quick glance at the members of your booth, she gives a shrug and begins to turn away.

Vesperia, Level 29
Monster, Fae, Nereid, Boss, Explicit

This might be the first actual worthwhile monster who's come looking for you. Despite Becca's warning, you make eye contact with the nymph and motion her over. The nymph looks skeptical, so you drop your illusion just enough to reveal your horns for a moment. She gives you a questioning gaze and struts over.

"Azazel I presume. A pleasure to meet you. I am Vesperia. What's this little subterfuge?"

As if in response, a sharp giggle emerges from the crowd to your right, and you turn to see the scantily-clad hexblade push past a group of stony earth elementals, dragging a tall, dashing rogue behind her. His dark, chiselled face is is topped by short hair that seems too messy to be natural, while a clean goatee is perched on his chin. His off-white buttoned shirt is opened at the top to reveal a reasonable amount of bare chest, and several daggers sheathed in his belt glow with obvious power. Sandra appears a moment later, clinging to his other hand.

You lower your voice to a whisper "I apologize—I'd love to talk—but if you don't mind playing along for a moment we're in the middle of a bit of intrigue. In the mean time, I'm Adam, charming bard and supplicant to Prometheia, who seduced you earlier this morning." The nymph wears an interested smile and slides into the booth next to you, leaning her soft bosom against you and looping her arms around your neck.

A moment later Lucia, Sandra, and their mark arrive at the table, the rogue's expression becoming annoyed when he sees you. "Who's this guy? I thought you said it was just you and your hot friends?"

Lucia glances at you for a moment with a confused expression before recognition dawns on her face. "Oh, sorry, this is Adam, a friend of mine. We were speaking earlier and then he wandered off. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get along."

"Congrats dude," you give him a conspiratorial smile, "she's quite the firecracker, or so I'm told. Turned me down when I asked. Luckily some other women know a catch when they see one." You give the nymph a squeeze.

The rogue's expression shifts into a grin at your comment. "Hey man, can't all be this sexy. You don't look like you're doing so bad yourself. Careful though, I've heard some of those fae chicks can get all up in your head."

"Oh, I'm sure Vesperia would never do that, would you babe?" You pull her head towards yours, and after her momentary surprise fades she brings her lips to yours for a brief, passionate kiss. "Besides, monsters have their own charms, if you know what I mean."

"'Fraid I don't: I like my women a bit more... normal." Lucia pouts. "Not that there's anything mundane about you, Lucy." He looks to Sandra, then Becca. "Or you, babes." Lucia titters at that and presses her chest into his side. "I'm Darran. What got you to this place? Don't see many adventurers invited to party at the local raid."

"Last time my group wiped on Prometheia, I convinced her to spare me by showing off my talents." You shrug. "Benefits of being a bard. You?"

"I'm allied to one of the contenders, actually. I'm kind of a big deal." Lucia gives him a dreamy look as he brags. "But damn dude, you banged the dragon lady herself?"

"Hah, I wish. No, I haven't convinced her... at least, not yet." You punctuate your comment with a conspiratorial wink. "Anyhow, dude, take a seat: there's lots of room."

"Sure thing. Who are those two?" He motions to Annie and Cindy as he slides into the booth across you, Lucia pushing beside him until they're in the one of the corners. The moment he's still, the ringleader slides on to his lap, the Becca and Sandra pressing in on either side of him.

"Just some sluts who work for the queen." The two maids give him seductive smiles and briefly part their robes to reveal their scandalous outfits underneath.

"Damn, this place is nice. Not that I'm complaining about the opportunity or anything, but hags aren't exactly easy on the eyes." Darran's hands wander up and down Lucia's bare midriff, earning soft moans from the silver-haired elf as she grinds on his lap. "Say, dude, you don't mind?"

"Hey man, I'm a bard, you know what they say, yeah?" You let your own hand wander on to Vesperia's breast as you speak, and give him a thumbs up with your free hand. "I'm not about to cockblock you. Go for it." Needing no further encouragement, he slides his hands under what passes as Lucia's chest armour, earning another moan as he bares her breasts and starts to play with her nipples. You glance at the two maids. "Say, babes, would you mind?" Annie and Cindy slide past you, conjuring up a thick curtain between them and covering the entrance to the booth, one of the strange but occasionally useful perks of their unusual class.

"Say, why are you with that wimpy daemon anyways?" The rogue nibbles Lucia's neck and mauls her breasts as he speaks, the magus squirming in his lap as she fumbles with his trousers with one hand. Sandra and Becca have found their way out of their upper clothing as well, their bare breasts providing an erotic sight as they squish into the rogue's sides. "You could do so much better than him."

"Mmm, we couldn't find anyone else willing to take us." Lucia finally frees the rogue's cock as she speaks, and he leans back and moans as she starts jerking him with her small, smooth, well-manicured hand. "Maybe you can convince your hags to let us help you? We could certainly help you pass the time in their dismal dungeon." With that, she frees herself from the rogue's hands and slides off his laps, sinking to her knees. Darran closes his eyes and wears a stupid grin as she flicks his tip with her tongue once, twice, then takes him between her lips as her hand pumps his shaft.

"Ohh, shit, I'm sure that could be arranged. Damn, dude, sucks to be you, this slut knows her dick." Sandra and Becca yelp as his hands find their clefts, then lean into him and moan as his fingers start to move in and out of them, their hands exploring his chest in turn.

"How'd you run into the hags, anyways? I thought I was lucky getting to hang around the peak here every now and then, but it seems like I've been missing out. First Lucy goes and allies with this daemon without telling me, and now I hear about you, and apparently some other ones too?" You groan slightly as the nymph in your arm runs her fingers over your clothed crotch. She still seems somewhat hesitant in her ministrations, batting your hand away from her cleft when you try to move it down to explore her own nethers. You satisfy yourself with kneading her breast through her thin dress, and Darren cracks open an eye and chuckles at the sight.

"See dude? Don't know why you bother going after the monsters. She's probably more interested in eating men than eating them, if you take my meaning." As if in response, there's a gluck as Lucia bottoms out on his cock, deepthroating him for a moment before returning to a more gentle pace. "Damn this chick knows her stuff. You might be the most unlucky friend-zoned guy in all of Arkus!" Becca and Sandra moan and slide down beside their friend, tongues running up and down his shaft in a now-three-way blowjob. "Fuck, this is good. You're alright, though, Adam. Not often I can hang out like this. So anyhow, I was doing this quest about a day northeast of here, in this swampy area full of zombies and such—" he pauses to moan as Becca and Sandra give his balls a tongue bath, Lucia pausing at his tip but evidently doing something right inside her mouth.

"Wait, that bog? I've been there once, and it was a total shithole. Some sort of necromancer operation, super low level, waste of time. Why bother?"

"Yeah dude, that's the one. Sounds like you need to be a bit more clever and spend a bit less time trying to get into raid boss' pants if you want to hit the jackpot, dude. I wasn't there for a quest or anything, but I heard that there were some unusually powerful monsters in the area, golems and such, so I figured I'd check it out. One of the things you learn as a rogue is that the best-kept secrets are where the real profit's at."

You nod sagely, trying to make it look as if you're hanging on to every word. In truth you kind of are, just not the bits about advice on finding treasure. "Shit dude, guess that makes sense. What do you usually find there?" Beside you, Vesperia gives a smile and then slides into your lap facing you, then guides your free hand between her legs, her other hand sliding under your pants and grabbing your firm rod.

"Chill bro, I'm getting to that. And congrats," he covertly nods at the nymph now facing you and winks. "So yeah, word was there were powerful monsters, and the way I see it, powerful monsters plus no quest means there must be something really worth guarding there. So I sneak inside, all quiet like," he hunches over a bit, trying to look stealthy, then lets out a load moan and laughs. "Hah, a bit easier when you don't have three hotties going down on you. Not that I'm complaining, ladies. I'm looking forward to give you a personal tour of the facility once you ditch that loser daemon of yours." He pauses to grip Lucia's head and hammer into her throat, before groaning and bucking his hips, letting out a load into her mouth. "Damn that was good." The hexblade pulls her head back, puffs up her cheeks, then audibly gulps. From your position you can just barely see her open her mouth wide, before moving back in to help her friends lick his flaccid dick. "Holy shit babes, keep that up and you'll have a lot more work on your hands." The three adventurers below him simply giggle and keep licking, and a moment later Becca takes his stiffening cock between her lips.

"Damn, hard to tell a story like this. But don't stop on my account." He looks down at the women blowing him before looking back at you. "Shit dude, at this rate I'm going to be drained dry before you get anywhere." Vesperia turns to him, winks, then slides off your lap, pulling your pants down as she goes and taking you into her mouth. "Hah, about time." He pushes his fist out as if giving you a fistbump, although he's too far away to reach you. You smirk and return the gesture. The nymph was worth the wait: her tongue dances around the tip of your human phallus at unbelievable speed, finding sensitive spots you didn't know you had.

"Right, right, the swamp. So yeah, after taking down a few of these weird tree golem things, I accidentally open this staircase dug into one of the trunks. Real spooky like, with little creepy dolls hanging from the walls and shit. I was right on the money, too: at the bottom is this huge place, and after killing some voodoo things in the first room I already found this sick dagger." Darran pulls out a jagged dagger from his belt which glows with a pale purple light. He tosses it into the air, catches it, then sheathes it again. "Worked my way through the rest of the place much the same way. Dumb things never even knew I was there: that's the problem with constructs. Might want to keep that in mind if you get your own dungeon some day, babe." The nymph simply holds up a thumbs up while she continues to attack your shaft with her mouth, now having taken half its length inside her mouth and yet still able to reach all of it with her tongue. "Hah, right, guess you've got your mouth full right now."

"So anywho, finally after killing a bunch more of these golems and such, I stumble into these room. In it there are these three drop-dead gorgeous elven chicks wearing next to nothing. Not as hot as you of course, cuties, but I won't lie—they were fine. Huge tits with just these skimpy plate bras that leave nothing to the imagination, plate panties covered by loincloths that might as well be windows, this gorgeous long hair, the works." He holds his hands up as if groping the air. "And all three of them just lying there on this huge bed, with a 'come hither' look if I've ever seen one. I just about dropped my pants right there, but I said to myself 'Darran, this is a trap if there ever was one.' And sure enough, the moment they see I'm not rushing at them with my dick out the three turn into these hideous, warty old hags." His eyes go wide, and a bit of disgust crosses his face. It doesn't last long, as the beauties between his legs coax out another moan a moment later. "Literal hags, see—a coven. I got ready for the fight of my life, but their leader says she just wants to talk. They haven't seen an adventurer so strong in ages. So of course I obliged. They turned back to their sexy elf forms, but once I knew what was underneath it's not like I could get it up at that point." Another grimace. "But still, the view was better."

"What did the hags want?" Trying to stay interested in the rogue's rambling about sexy hags would be hard enough without the nereid working wonders on your shaft.

"Oh fuck, give me a sec, bro. Say, sluts, why don't you get those cute little asses up on the table? I don't know if I can take much more of this and I want to see what else you've got hidden under that armour." Lucia giggles and rises first, and the rogue's jaw nearly hits the floor as her steel panties drop and he sees how they were attached. Her two companions soon follow, and soon the rogue has three perfect rear ends all lined up in a row. He admires each of them for a moment before moving behind the middle entrance. Lucia lets out an exaggerated, appreciative moan as she feels the length brush her slit. A moment later he slams into her, and she lets out a gasp as her breasts jiggle from the impact. The other two elves turn to him and pout, so the rogue reaches down to their clefts and begins to work his fingers in and out of them. Their eyes close and sensual expressions cover their faces as they relish in his attentions. In response to the scene, Vesperia rises up and gives you an approving smile, then her gown seemingly slides off of its own accord. The nymph turns around and bends over, presenting her lush nethers to you. You need no further invitation and line up with her own depths. The nymph lets out a husky moan, which is cut off soon after when Lucia claims her lips in a sloppy kiss.

"Damn, dude, this is the life! Can't believe I doubted you at the start: these chicks are wild! So anyways, these hags say they're looking for an adventurer. Something something powerful mumbo jumbo. Supposedly there's this artifact that lets you get past level 50. They said they also need to summon me to Arkus when we get it, whatever that means, probably some RP bullshit." Lucia shudders for a moment as an orgasm wracks her body, and he pauses his thrusting for a moment in response. "Evidently I stumbled upon some sort of hidden questline. Unfortunately I think all the spots are taken now, sorry dude. Maybe you can convince the daemon to give you Lucy's spot after we run off together, although then we'd have to fight, and that'd be a shame. Best to stick it out with that plan to bang the boss chick."

"Where's this artifact?" You grab handfuls of Vesperia's firm behind, working your fingers into her flesh as you plumb her depths.

"What, you think I'm telling?" He groans as Lucia pushes her hips into his, then speeds up his thrusting. "Ah, fuck it, I don't give a shit. The hags say it's useless without a monster ally anyways. We don't know exactly where it is, but it's somewhere near the top of this mountain. First place we're going to check is this wyvern cave half a day or so from here. Hopefully if that doesn't pan out we can find out where to check out next. Oh shit!" He slams his hips into Lucia one final time, then groans and stays still for a second before pulling out. Becca and Sandra give him pouts. "Sorry, ladies, I'm all tapped out for now. You mind giving me a polish for the road?" Sandra quickly rises to the occasion, sucking any juices off of his flaccid member, then he tucks it back in his pants. "Anyways, hit me up some time, let me know if you manage to get with the wyrm. That'd be a story for sure." He gives each of them one final grope before walking to the door. "Better get back to mingling before anyone misses me. Don't forget, ladies, three rights from here, big red door, you can't miss it. I'll see you tonight for another round." With that, he steps through the curtain erected by the maids. The din from outside briefly washes over you before he closes the curtain again.

You feel your own climax approaching as you continue to pound the nymph, but just before you reach your peak she pulls away, standing and picking up her dress. "Really, couldn't wait just a few more seconds?"

"Fine, I suppose I could," she gives you a dazzling smile and then drops to her knees, flicking her hair over her pointed ear and taking you into her mouth. The sudden oral **** is too much for your heightened state, and you release your load into the nymph's otherworldly mouth. A surprised look covers her features as the seed hits her throat, then she gulps down the cream, licking her lips and your tip as she pulls away. "Mmm, that was delicious—and I don't just say that to every man or woman I go down on." She gives you a quick peck on the lips, then dons her semi-translucent gown once again with a wave of her hand. "I hope we can talk now?"

"Before that, do you mind giving us a turn? That rogue wasn't bad, but someone got me all hot and bothered for the genuine article." Lucia gives a smirk, still naked as the day she was born, and Becca and Sandra lick their lips in agreement.

"You don't mind?" You look up at the nymph, who just gives you a smile and sits down across from you, slightly away from where the rogue's debauched group was a moment ago.

"By all means: as you saw, my kind are no strangers to the pleasures of the flesh." In response, you shift back into your daemonic form and sit down, and soon you have three enthusiastic elves worshipping your members.

"So anyways, you wanted to meet me. Here I am. Another monster looking for an alliance?" The nymph has a ponderous expression on her face for a second, then smiles and nods.

"In truth, I was only here to scout you out before I approached one of the others, but that was an interesting scene that just played out. I think I understand why you've risen so fast, daemon. Too many of our kind think that brute strength and raw power is the only path to success. You might even win this whole dance for the artifact that rogue mentioned." She gives you an appreciative look, like a predator sizing up another and realizing it has met its match. "Yes, I suppose I'd like an alliance. My nominal mistress—" she puts emphasis on the word, clearly not thrilled at the situation—" is firm yet neglectful, demanding much while giving little. Not an ideal situation for an up-and-coming duchess like myself."

You groan and release a load into the three mouths going down on you, the women pausing to shudder in pleasure before resuming their ministrations. "I apologize if there was some misunderstanding, but I'm only currently looking for underlings or vassals. I don't get the impression you're looking for the former, although I'd greatly enjoy having your skills in my dungeon, and the latter would simply be trading one master for another."

The nymph shrugs dismissively, "All but the strongest have a master; it's the way of things. You yourself are under the Wyrm, after all, however little she may exercise that fact. I simply need one that doesn't meddle so much. I will secretly become your formal vassal, fame and all." She counts with her fingers as she lists off her points, a serious expression on her face. "I assume you don't have many, so you can even place a portal to my dungeon if you've unlocked those. All I need from you is to take down my queen, something which I believe you intend to do regardless—after all, she's one of your opponents in this dance."

"And why should I believe you won't betray your new lord the moment you have the opportunity?" You reach your hands down to maul Becca and Sandra's breasts as you speak.

The nereid snorts at your question. "My dear, I'd be insulted if you expected anything else! If you somehow slow your meteoric rise, then yes, perhaps one day some other enterprising monster or adventurer will topple your reign. If you continue, I'll happily ride on your tail." She punctuates the statement with a sultry smile. "I see no downside as long as you don't foolishly expose me to my queen, and you stand to lose nothing if you're as confident and resourceful as you seem."

"Well, at least you're up-front about it." As you speak, you use your hands and tails to push the three beauties all the way down on your shaft, enjoying the feeling of three throats massaging your rods. "Fine, we have a deal."

"Just like that? You don't even want to see what else this rabble has to offer?" Despite her question, she wears a confident smirk, her arms stretched along the back of the booth.

"I'll still take a few more meetings, not that I have much of a choice." You groan at the thought of more single-digit levelled monsters trying to get in your good graces. "I doubt I'll meet anyone nearly so charming, powerful, or convincing as you though."

"Why, how scandalous! Someone might think you were coming on to me!" The nereid fans her face, mocking a swoon. "And such a greedy man, too: you already have three adventurers to yourself. Not to mention I doubt your story about those being the queen's maids." She stands up and stretches, giving you one last view of her DD cleavage as it's pushed towards you. "Anyways, I'm sure you're a very busy daemon, and I should go before my queen looks around too carefully. Enjoy your recruits." You groan and give another helping to said recruits, who pull off long enough to give the nymph messy, white smirks. She simply chuckles in response and steps out of the curtains, the maids stepping back in once she leaves.

"Well, that went better than anything I expected from this rabble. And excellent work, ladies." You stroke their hair as they resume their attentions.

"Mmm, it was our pleasure," purrs Lucia as she licks your shaft.

"Do you mind accompanying him for the next while? Might as well let him keep believing his story, see what you can learn. Just come back if you find the soul or if it turns out to be a waste of time." The three pause their ministrations to give cute pouts at that, somewhat ruined by the shafts between their lips. "I'll make it worth your while once this is over with. Some one-on-one time for all of you."

"Well, when you put it like that, how can a lady refuse? I'll take one more for the road, though." Becca gets back to work on your left shaft before waiting for your response.

"That rogue wasn't bad, but I think we're becoming a bit spoiled, not that Lucia would ever admit it." Sandra gives you a wide smile and then takes your right shaft all the way down her throat.

"Fine, one more, then we get back to things." Annie and Cindy pout from across the booth. "I mean it. It sounds like these three will be occupied tonight. You two will have lots of opportunities even if you don't find some huge orc to show you a good time." The two blush but smirk a bit, and you flood the three elven women with your biggest load today. They start to lick you again but you give them each a smack on their ass. "Up! Up!" Lucia gives you a playful smirk but the three oblige, standing to reassemble their revealing armour. A moment after they file out of the room to find Darran. You sigh: the fun is over for now. The maids take down the curtain and you prepare for the dull task of seeing if anyone else in this rabble is worth your time.