When I approached the gates in the middle of the night, to say the guards were surprised would be an understatement. They were a hundred percent sure they'd never see me again. They didn't even dare try their luck against me – after all, I was an active adventurer, and killing or detaining me would be like challenging the entire guild. But out on the street, anyone might take a shot. So, about forty meters from the gates, I ducked into an alley and vanished. Finding anyone in a medieval village with no streetlights and no light from windows was a tall order; finding someone with Stealth was pure fantasy. Creeping through the streets, I made it to the guild.
As soon as I entered the hall, Miya appeared before me. Without a word, I followed her to the Bull's office. Despite his unflattering nickname, the Bull had a pretty sharp mind. His opening words were: "Good evening, Nika. Successful hunt?"
"Can't complain – ran into a lot of interesting game," I said, tensing up. Though the Bull was not only my countryman but had also served where I had, he was still a local now. The game I'd taken down tonight were essentially his people – rotten, but still. And I'd been here barely a week. So whether he'd decide to off me right here, impose some other sanctions, or be happy for me was unknown.
"Your class isn't Scout, is it?"
My silence spoke louder than words.
"I don't know, and I don't care what your class is – maybe 'Blade of Darkness,' 'Lord of Blood,' 'Master of Shadows' – unlikely anything thief-related, probably some variation of assassin. Don't think you're the smartest – plenty of people know about class masking. Turiy himself probably would've figured it out. But that's not the issue now. You do realize you've killed at least four of my people – people who were under me."
"And I'm not your person? When you handed me that badge, why didn't you tell me my pursuers would be your people? Don't play games with me, Bull. If you cared about those people, you wouldn't have let me leave the building tonight."
"That doesn't change the fact that even here, in this building, I can't guarantee your safety. You do understand that even if they were rotten bastards who'd sell out one of their own for profit, they were still someone's friend, someone's lover. And if someone raises a hand against you, I might know about it, but it won't help you much. Better for you to leave the village."
"Would anything change elsewhere?"
"No. I have a different suggestion. Twenty kilometers downriver, there's an old farmstead on the other side, toward the mountains – no one knows about it. Live there for a month, grind your stats. Then, when things cool down, come back."
It reeked of an obvious setup, but I said nothing. "I'll grab my things and head out right now."
"Not right now – you can sleep in your paid room and leave in the morning."
"Fine. I hear you. See you around, Bull."
He nodded in farewell, and I went to my room. Sleep was out of the question. I went in, packed my books, and left. The moment I stepped out of the guild building, I used Step into Shadow and activated anti-tracking, made a few circles around the village, then slowly approached the alchemist's house. Light was spilling out from the basement level. I knocked on the window and waited for him to open the shop door. Dex was in a thick leather apron – my appearance didn't surprise him.
"The old schemer kicked you out of the guild inn, right?"
"Something like that – sent me to some farmstead by the river."
"You do realize that the moment you get there, half the guild will come hunting you. I know you think of the Adventurers' Guild as a place that fights monsters for the good of hu..." – I cut him off by laughing. Of course, there was a grain of reason in his words – if I were a nineteen-year-old girl who'd heard stories about the guild in her village, I'd think that. But for me, as an old cynic, it was hilarious.
"You know, Dex, I'll tell you a secret – tonight I thinned those 'good fighters' by eight heads. Do you think I have any illusions left about these kind, united people who've renounced all worldly things to serve humanity?"
"Don't be so sarcastic. Sure, there's plenty of scum in the guild, but there are also many decent people who help others."
"I don't doubt it, buddy. But I only killed those who came after me beyond the gates, following my tracks. Do you think they came to help me and offer their support?"
"I don't think so. So what's your plan?"
"First, I want to sleep – if you'll put me up for the night. Then I need to buy a few books for the future and get out of town."
"You can stay with me for two or three days. I'll get you what you need in that time."
"Why are you still awake?"
"Some potions – or rather, their components – don't tolerate daylight well. Go upstairs to the second floor – my room is on the right, you can sleep there. I'll wake you in 6-7 hours. I can see you're exhausted."
"Fuck you, I'm not a horse. Thanks, Dex." I reached the bed and passed out immediately.
When I opened my eyes, I was alone in the room. Dex was apparently in his shop or the living room. I went to wash up and returned to the living room, where Dex sat in his favorite spot, deep in thought. I walked over and sat on his lap.
"What's got you so glum, handsome?"
"You know you don't have to do this, right? I'd help you anyway – I won't miss any chance to spite the Osm Clan."
"I know, but I want to. And I need to level up," I said with a sly smile, kissing his lips.
"Let's do it in the bedroom this time – or do you like my living room that much?"
"No, let's go."
I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. There, I quickly undressed him and pushed him onto the bed. As I'd said, he liked being dominated, and he obediently fell back. I climbed over him on my knees and sat on his face. He started licking my labia, and the first knots of pleasure began forming all over my body. He pushed his tongue inside, teasing the walls, occasionally moving to my clit, sucking and nibbling it. Cords of pleasure stretched from my crotch, gathering into knots throughout my body. At some point, those knots swelled and exploded, and I shuddered through an orgasm.
"What a good boy. Now be a good boy and lick my asshole." I turned around on him, leaning down toward his erect cock – "and I'll make you feel good in return."
Without a word, he pulled my hips toward him and started licking my asshole. It was unusual – and pleasant. Pleasure began building in this new spot for me, and it inflamed me more and more. I pressed my lips to his cock and started bobbing my head, sucking him while playing with his balls. He tried to push his tongue deeper, which aroused me even more – to this new pleasure was added the strange enjoyment of the blowjob. He started inserting a finger into me – at first, my asshole resisted, but yielding to pressure, the finger slipped into the wet opening. He began thrusting, and when one finger moved confidently, he added another. A minute later, I came – the anal orgasm felt even stronger, and I trembled, sprawled over him for a couple minutes.
"Now be a good boy and fuck my ass good." I got on my knees on the bed. He knelt and, without any foreplay, shoved his cock into me. It hurt a little, but the pleasure was no less. "Fuck me harder – and slap my ass or something."
He dug his hands painfully into my hips – so hard I bit my lip – and started pounding me like a jackhammer. Under that assault, I came within a minute; my arms buckled and my face dropped to the bed. Meanwhile, he kept fucking my ass, hard and fast. I came again ten minutes later. My partner was still grunting behind me – apparently he had a problem. I decided to help him a little. The current position, dominant from his side, didn't seem to let him finish.
"Why aren't you coming?" I pulled away and looked him in the face. "Am I so repulsive you can't finish? Aren't you afraid I might punish you now?"
He lowered his head and quietly muttered, "Punish me, mistress."
"Louder – say what you want, louder."
"Punish me, mistress." I had him figured out – well, I'd met perverts like this before. I abruptly, without warning, gave him a not powerful but stinging slap.
"And who allowed you to look me in the eyes?"
He dropped his gaze, and my eyes fell on the nightstand beside the bed. Well, though I had no experience in S&M games, the Internet had taught me everything. I ordered him to lie on his back, took a candle from the nightstand, and lit it. He stared at me in confusion, and I smiled at him.
"Now I'm going to give you pain, so you'll listen to me." For a moment, panic flashed in his eyes, but he calmly waited to see what I'd burn. When the first drop fell on his chest, his eyes widened in pain – he was even stunned. The next moment, I saw pleasure in his eyes. I dripped on his chest seven times.
"That's enough this time. But if you're a bad boy, you'll get the same punishment. Now lie still and don't move." I mounted him like a rider and rode him until he came. Of course, I came a couple times myself during the process. I lay down beside him, breathing heavily.
"You know, you're surprisingly good at playing the mistress. It's been a long time since I came that hard."
"Glad you liked it – I enjoyed it too."
You received 650 EXP
Strength +2
Agility +1
Arousability +4
Attractiveness +10
Intelligence +2
Dominance +10
Fertility +5
Vaginal Sex +1
Anal Sex +2
Oral Sex +1
Anal Elasticity +1
Sadism +4
A new quest chain has been initiated: "Greedy Asshole"
Task: Perform anal sex 10 times with at least 4 different partners.
Reward: 1000 EXP, variable.
Failure penalty: none.
I had a new stat – Sadism. Didn't know how it would help, but there's no such thing as too many stats.
"So what books do you need? I'll go get them from sweet Lera."
"I need a basic magic book – how to develop it. I recently saw some bitch using spells without a system skill, so it's not a system ability. I want to learn that too."
"You know, non-system magic is extremely hard to develop; few people take it seriously. The only thing harder is ki development – but you definitely have no chance there."
"What's ki?"
"It's the development of physical power – endurance, essentially. You can increase it not only with stat points but through special training. But to develop it, you need willpower – lots of it. This stat also helps control magic, but for ki, for example, just to start practicing, you need at least 15 Willpower, and for the simplest techniques – over twenty. Now you understand how hard it is?"
After his monologue, he looked at my face in bewilderment.
"Why are you smiling like that? If you have barely over ten Willpower, that doesn't mean it's easy to train – or you'd have to dump all your free stat points into it for any progress."
"Sweetie, you'll find me a magic guide and a ki development manual, won't you?"
"You're incorrigible. But little Lera probably doesn't have any decent ki school – and I wouldn't recommend starting with a bad foundation."
"Too bad. I was actually thinking of taking little Lera as my apprentice – you know, despite her shyness, she has a gift for domination. You should see her eyes."
"Stop tempting me – those manuals are too hard to get, if we're talking about something worthwhile."
"I'll be leaving soon, and my poor alchemist will be so lonely – no one to punish him, all alone."
"You do realize you're a demon of temptation and lust, escaped straight from the abyss?"
"Why all those long epithets – just 'Mistress' will do. Too bad it won't be for long."
"You'll have to convince little Lera and raise her Dominance to at least 10. And..."
"Come on, don't be shy – why are you hesitating?"
"Well, I heard she's had some changes."
I leaned to his ear and whispered – "You want little Lera to massage your prostate?"
He nodded, and I squealed happily, hugging him. "So, what kind of manual will you find for me?"
"You'll find out soon," he said, getting out of bed. "I'll invite her for lunch tomorrow, and you'll set it up. Only after that will you get the manual. Now I need to go get the basic magic guide."
Hi guys. Here's the tenth chapter, the anniversary one, so to speak. Can I hear your opinion on all this chaos? How is it? I'm not looking for praise; I'm interested in hearing the strengths and weaknesses of this text from the audience here. Criticism (appropriate criticism) is the best fertilizer for a quality text.