A Simple Life

Author's Note: Before I begin this serial I need to give thanks and give warning. The thanks I give to my incredible patrons. One of whom made the suggestion that became the seed of this story and all of whom helped me create these characters and this world. World building really was a team effort on this one and a hell of a lot of fun.

The warning I give to you. My goal with this story is for it to be a pure slice of life where we simply peek into the day to day life of our main character. A plot might happen or it might not. While this is an 18+ erotica and there will be plenty of smut in the long term it is also a slow burner as I wish to take some time getting know our characters and setting. For the smutty stuff you can expect a submissive twinkish man interacting with a gentle domme of a futanari woman.

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Blood, brains and bowels spatter across wet cobblestones as the last of the orc goons is bisected from crown to crotch by the mighty cleave of the warrior’s shining axe. Not ten feet away the corrupt prince whose treachery had caused so much and strife slowly backs away with his hands out in front of him in surrender. His wide terrified eyes dart around in search of an escape but there was nowhere for him to flee. Behind him was the high stone wall that encircled the city. To his left stood the kingdom’s most notorious burglar-assassin Super Ninja. To his right awaited the judgment of the Order of Justice’s famous fighting nun Sister Mary Motherfucking Massblaster. Straight ahead stood the magnificent armored tower of power known simply as Lady Ara who was flicking the ichor of his last bodyguard from her weapon. And behind her stood a new member of this adventuring party that had ruined his plans at every turn who wore the robes of a spellcaster.

This new one was a mystery to the prince. The arrival of a wizard in the city was always a topic that would have spread like wildfire among the city’s underworld and elite alike, both worlds that the prince was extremely well connected in. But this ‘Avery’, as his companions had called him, seemed to have simply sprung from the aether. He stood out from the others by virtue of his sex. He was the first male member the prince had ever heard of to team up with the infamous Mayhems. Most puzzling of all though was how the mage had stood in place as the battle raged around him flapping through his spell book. He had not cast one spell or made one offensive move despite the urging of his companions. In the prince’s always calculating mind the mystery mage represented his last thread of hope.

“You there.” The prince calls out over the hiss of the cold steady rain. “Wizard.”

“M-m-me?”

“Careful Avery.” Lady Ara’s voice echoes from her mithril helm. “He’s a devil this one is.”

“I am a man.” The prince says. “Just like you Avery. Free me from this and you will have wealth you could not even dream of. A tower of your own. A seat at my side!”

Super Ninja, Sister Mary Motherfucking Massblaster, and Lady Ara all look back to see their new companion’s reaction. Avery looks around at them and shakes his head no. After rustling around in his book for a few frantic seconds he says. “I-I-I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

“It’s alright Avery. We got this.” Ara’s voice rings as she strides forward to approach with the villain. The other two close in from either side. “I tried to warn you Prince. Didn’t I try to warn you?”

The prince snorts and glowers into the darkness behind Lady Ara’s eye slit. “Do I at least get to see the fucking whore who RUINED EVERYTHING! Look me in the eyes you BITCH!” As he screams and shakes his fists in impotent rage a strand falls down over his face from his normally perfect hair. Though her face was hidden by her helm he knew she was smiling, and that drove him mad.

“What was it you said to me? Last time we met. You said something to me. In front of the whole council. Remember?”

“Lick my ass?” Asks Super Ninja.

“No. That wasn’t it.”

“Bite my balls?” Asks Sister Mary Motherfucking Massblaster.

“No, no. Getting closer though.” The warrior taps her chin plate. “What was it again?”

The prince’s eyes narrow as he seethes. The Mayhem’s penchant for humiliating their enemies was well known, little did he ever suspect that he would be on the recieving end of it. Standing up as tall as he could he says venomously. “Suck my dick.”

“That’s it!” The metal fingers of Ara’s gauntlet snaps. “Suck my dick. Ahhh, good times.”

His eyes flitting between the three he sees no hint of mercy in any of them. The wizard Avery tentatively approaches to stand nearby clearly uncomfortable with everything that was happening. Staring into the wizard’s blue eyes the prince plays his very last card…and begs for his life. “Please good Sir. Spare me. Don’t let them kill me.”

“Wh-wh-what? Me? Ummm…”

“Don’t worry Avery.” Ara pats his shoulder. “We have no intention on killing him…as long as he gives us what we want.”

“What do you want?” The prince seizes on the moment. “Anything. Anything!”

“The location of your patron.” Ara says firmly. “We know you are just a pawn. Where is the dragon’s lair?”

“I don’t know what you are…”

“Kill him Ninja.”

“Wait!” The prince screams as Super Ninja’s dagger was already on the way to his jugular. The blade stops just short, so close that the sharp tip nips at his skin. He shudders in terror at the razor close call. “She’ll kill me.” He whispers.

“If we don’t first.” Lady Ara says gravely, her words clearly not an idle threat. “Or your father once we hand you over to him.”

“Please…”

“Save your forked tongue for others who can bear it.” Ara says. “I tire of it.”

She could not see it but just behind and beside the imposing and commanding Lady Ara the purple clad wizard Avery gawps up at her with open admiration, seemingly oblivious to the life and drama playing out in front of him. With a blade at his throat and his last thread of hope oblivious to his predicament the prince surrenders.

“I’ll tell you.”

“Good boy.” Lady Ara pats his cheek with her armored hand. “But first…”

“First?”

“First…I’m gonna watch you suck our dick.”

The prince’s face screws up in puzzlement. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Ara says. “The answer to whether you can see my face is no. You can suck…my…dick.”

The prince looks left and right. Super Ninja and Sister Mary Motherfucking Massblaster wore devilish smiles and Avery continued to be totally distracted. “I…I will not suck the dick of a…commoner!”

“Your funeral.”

“WAIT!” He yelps as cold steel begins to bite the tender flesh of his neck. “Wait. Please.” He looks to the nun. “Is th-th-this justice?”

“With all the pain you’ve caused?” Sister Mary Motherfucking Massblaster spits on him as her fist tightens around her warhammer. “No. It is far too merciful.”

The prince swallows hard and looks back to Lady Ara. “Y-you don’t even have a dick.”

“But he does.” She nods toward the wizard.

“Huh?” Avery blinks his eyes and shakes his head as he suddenly realizes everyone was looking his way.

“Did…did you just bring him so that I could…?”

“Nah.” Ara says. “But it’s an opportunity I’m not going to pass up.” Looming half a foot taller than the sniveling prince she commands. “On…your…knees!”

The prince closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, then slowly lowers himself until the knees of his fine silk hosiery are wet by the bloody puddles on the cobblestone. Trying to maintain whatever shred of dignity that he could he looks up at the wizard Avery boldly and opens his mouth wide.

“Wh-What…is h-happening?” The wizard mutters, his whole face turning a bright red.

“He’s gonna suck your cock.” Lady Ara says. “Whip it out.”

“Wh-what!?” Avery exclaims. “Wh-what k-kind of game is this?”

“The fun kind.” Laughs Super Ninja. “Come on man, whip it out. We want to see him suck you off.”

“Whip…it…? Suck…me…?”

“Let’s see that wizard’s staff.” Giggles Sister Mary Motherfucking Massblaster. “A little birdie told me that it’s a mighty staff indeed.”

The three adventurers laugh as the wizard’s blush darkens a few more shades of rose. Meanwhile the handsome prince waits, his lips wide and waiting.

“Come on. Do it. Let’s show this bastard what Mayhem’s all about.” Ara urges the mage. “Besides, it’d be so fucking hot.”

“Y-You think…it w-would be…hot!? Here? Now?”

“Hell yeah I do!” She says. “So hot.”

“Me too!” Says Super Ninja.

“Soooo hot!” Says Sister Mary Motherfucking Massblaster.

“Shit.” The armored leader says. “I’d be so worked up…I’d probably even peel out of this suit and let you fuck me.”

“Me too!”

“Count me in!”

“R-r-really!?” The wizard gasps. “A-a-all of you!?”

“Yes. Really.”

“Consider this your initiation.” Super Ninja says.

“Initiation?”

“Come on. Be one of us Avery. Let him suck your cock.” Says Sister Mary Motherfucking Massblaster. “We won’t tell a soul.”

“It’s your call Sprout.” Ara says. “What are you going to do?”

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I look around to the other faces of the people sitting at the dice and paper strewn table. All of them are smiling brightly and looking at me expectantly. Olivia aka Super Ninja, Charlotte aka Sister Mary Motherfucking Massblaster, Winona aka Lady Ara, with Liam behind the game master’s screen with his mouth hanging open as he awaited my answer. Three of them were, at best, acquaintances from back in my high school days and this overbearing Winona woman was a total stranger to me, and an non-islander to boot. I’d been hooked up with this group by my best pal and ex-girlfriend Kayla who assured me that I’d fit in well with these four. She said that these four were cool and that all I had to do is show up, play a game, and have a good time. Nobody would expect me to carry a conversation or get into awkward in depth personal stuff. Despite her assurances it took every ounce of courage I had and a whole lot of pep talks from my supportive grandpa to show up here tonight. I had typed out the text to say that I couldn’t make it tonight and nearly sent it at least a dozen times. But in the end I showed up. It’s not so easy for me to make friends after all. In fact it was one of the hardest things in the world.

It would have been a heck of a lot easier though had this outsider not been invited. The moment I walked in she’d been on me. Calling me ‘Sprout’, a tease about my diminutive size no doubt. Telling me to sit beside her. Telling me to use her ‘lucky’ dice. Comparing my stats and numbers to hers. Laughing at things I would say that weren’t even jokes. Explaining all about this odd game and regaling me with strange stories of their ‘adventures’ as if I had clue what she was talking about. And saying what ‘she would do’ if she was in my place as if I was too stupid to figure it out. She kept talking to me and prodding me and making me so nervous that I couldn’t even think straight. I hadn’t even figured out how we were supposed to win this stupid game! I decided that the rest of the group wasn’t too bad but that I really didn’t like this Winona. She was just another bully in sheep’s clothing. She sure was pretty though. Really…really…pretty.

I really don’t know what got into me. This was so against my character. I should have made for the door right there and then. Leave it to good old ‘Kinky Kayla’ to link me up with a group of weirdos like this. But here I was and here they were. Looking around at the eager faces staring at me and waiting for me to do something, especially the vibrant bespectacled hazel eyes peering at me from my immediate left, I feel compelled…to go along. I didn’t want to stand out and be different. I didn’t want to be the one to spoil their fun. I didn’t want to embarrass Kayla for not being cool, like they were. I didn’t want to let anyone down.

The wooden kitchen chair squeaks loudly across the laminate floor as I rise to my feet. The anticipation is thick in the air as they all waited to see what I did next. After a long deep breath, my heart pounding like a taiko drum, I nod…then start to zip down my fly. Around the table four sets of eyes widen.

“What are you doing!?” Winona exclaims, staring at my open fly that was only a couple of feet away from her.

“Um. You said…um…”

Liam claps his mouth closed and waves his hands. “Woah, woah, woah! Dude! Time out!”

“I-I-I…I thought…”

The whole table explodes into laughter. All of them pointing and laughing at me!

“Oh my God!” Laughs Olivia. “Were you actually going to…pffft!”

“Talk about getting into character!” Howls Charlotte.

“It’s not that I’m not flattered, but…duuuude!” Liam roars.

“Easy there Sprout.” Chuckles Winona with a slap to my back. “Keep it sheathed.”

My face burning and my hands shaking I zip my fly back and turn toward the bully who had set me up. “Are you h-h-h-happy now?”

Winona pretends to be surprised. “Me!? What?”

I grab my back pack and spin away from the group before they could see the tears in my eyes or my trembling bottom lip and make for the front door. Scooping up my shoes from the rack I don’t even put them on.

“Wait! Avery.” My tormentor calls after me. “It’s cool. We didn’t mean to…”

I slam the door behind me and I run. In stocking feet I run as fast as I can.

***

“And that was the most humiliating moment of my life.” I say as I stare up at the ceiling of the psychotherapists office. “That was two years ago. Thankfully they’ve all moved on since. Olivia and Liam graduated from college and moved to the mainland to continue their studies. Charlotte and her boyfriend moved to San Fransisco for work. And Winona’s family left the island when their permit ran out, thank goodness.” I grumble through a clenched jaw. “Not before she dated Kayla though. One last fuck you on the way out I guess. I didn’t even know the woman! Why would she torment me like that Doc? Why?” I sigh. “And why did she have to be so…beautiful.”

A heavy silence hangs in the air.

“I am SO sorry about that Avery.” The closing of the door announces the therapist’s return. “I had to take that call. It was an emergency.” He says as he settles into his chair at my side. “Now, where were we?”

“My most embarrassing moment.” I whisper.

“That’s right.” He says. “You wanted to talk about that?”

“Not really.”

“Oh…are you sure?”

“It was n-nothing.”

“It was something.” He says gently but firmly. “Or you wouldn’t have brought it up. It’s okay to open up Avery. It’s okay let me in. You are safe here.”

“Mmm.” I mumble. “My brothers locked me outside of the house once. That’s all.”

“Ah, brothers.” He says as if he understood.

“Yeah, brothers. This is a really nice office.” I say as I look around. “I like the art. It’s so nice.”

“Well thank you. My wife chose most of it.”

“She’s got excellent taste.”

“Well I’ll tell her you said so.” He says. “And I’ll tell you that you are changing the subject again.”

“Um…m-may I go now?”

“Nobody is keeping you here Avery.” He says warmly. “But your Grandpa spent good money for you to be here. Why don’t we talk about your brothers.”

“No thank you.”

“Alright. And how’s work going Avery?”

“Um…I’d like to leave now please.”

“Alright Avery. If that is what you want.” He says. “This the last appointment that we have booked. I’ll see you again I hope?”

“No.” I shake my head. “There are people who really need you. Like that emergency call. I hope they’re okay. Are they okay?”

“They’ll be fine Avery.” He says. “And what about you? I feel like I barely know you even now.”

“I’m okay.” I let out great sigh, thankful to finally be at the end of this last session that I promised that I would attend. “Grandpa just worries about me. He’s a worrier.”

“Well it’s a shame you won’t be back.” He says. “You were always a high point in my week.”

I giggle. “Thank you Sir. For everything.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “That smile of yours could brighten a moonless night.”

My smile grows at the praise.

“Take care of yourself Avery Beckett.” He says as we both rise and shake hands. “If you ever need to talk again I am sure we can find an opening for you. Don’t hesitate to call.”

“Yes Sir.” I say even though I had no intention of ever coming back here. “Goodbye.”

With my therapy sessions behind me I walk out of there feeling fifty pounds lighter. My grandpa had meant well but this sort of thing just wasn’t for me. He couldn’t understand how introverts like me didn’t need friends or company or companionship to be happy. People like me…if there even were other people like me…just needed to be alone.