6 – S*x! Love? Fast! (18+)

My eyes slowly opened. The dream I just had quickly fading away. My mind waking up just as fast. I took a deep breath and released a long sigh.

That was brutal. I tried remembering the dream again. Only snippets remained. Pain, hunger and rage. I recalled memories of my trial would return to me over time, however, I hadn’t interacted with any ‘trophies’ I had collected. Not that I knew, at least.

I looked toward the window and noticed through the gaps in the curtains that it was moments before dawn, yet I felt completely rested. The city lights were off. The suns’ light clearing the small pieces of sky I managed to spot.

If I got the time right, we went to sleep at around ten or eleven, so it must be five or six in the morning right now. Though my number management was dubious at best, I recognized the early dawn from previous days.

My body regained feeling and I noticed a few things. Lapia had her legs and arms wrapped around me, and a tightness in my sweatpants raised a few alarm bells in my mind.

Morning wood? I found the event amusing. My eyes found Lapia’s sleeping face and I appraised her.

[Lapia, Domi Elf Lvl 175 Pyromancer]

Did her level increase?

The Elf’s body felt warm against my skin, her breathing brushing my ear, sending small shivers down my spine. That only served to make the tightness increase and a slight warmth to spread from the pit of my stomach to the back of my hips. I recognized the feeling instantly. I was getting horny.

Her plump thighs around my hips felt like godly pillows, her right arm hugging my neck and her left under my shirt, her hand resting on top of my left breast, occasionally brushing my nipple, which elicited short gasps from me. The heat was spreading up my upper torso.

I let the feeling run its course. The dream had been concerning, and the current circumstances were pleasant beyond description. Still, I didn’t drown in the warmth.

What should I do about her? I wondered, looking at Lapia’s sleeping face. She wants to bump uglies, that’s clear as day. All her comments and attitude lead me to think so, at least in my understanding of the situation. It was a far cry from Earth’s mating habits, if those could be called like that. She’s smart, interesting, clearly a hard worker, and really attractive. I peeked at her ass, asserting itself from beneath the sheets, her hips wide enough to form a hill.

Then I recalled the events that lead to us meeting. What was the name? Spencer Bridge? I recalled there was a term for physical attraction born of stressful situations. Suspension bridge effect! I mentally patted my back. It was a possibility, though a myriad other answers came with that.

She’s 80 years old, can an old hag like that be so easily swayed? If that were the case, in this world of magic it must happen more often than I could possibly imagine. People being saved out in the wild must be a daily occurrence. My mind gravitated to a few comments she made, and the conclusions I made based on them. Perhaps it’s not viewed in a bad light, more like a passing moment of passion or how relationships begin. Her drooling face when I thought she was raped was branded on my mind. I came to a decision. If she goes for it, so will I.

I was all for having sex with Lapia, in all honesty. Though a fetish it might be, Elves were a fantasy most would share. Adding to that the fact she was smart, tough in her own way and respectful. I felt my cheeks burn.

Maybe I’m the victim of the suspension bridge. I sighed inwardly. Anyway. I’ll follow my life long motto. Communication is key in relationships.

I returned my gaze on her face. In close proximity I stared at her long eyelashes, her straight nose, pouty lips, her oval face and defined jawline. Her long ears were a wonder on their own. Her breathing relaxed and deep.

I shivered at a particularly nice touch of her hand, her fingers gripping my breast, though she was still sleeping. My new partner was standing at full attention now, pressing against her stomach.

I took a deep breath and approached her ear. I brushed the hair aside and caressed the back of her head, scratching at her scalp with care. I didn’t want to rip her head off by accident.

A tiny moan escaped her lips, my cheeks felt sunburnt. I blew air into her ear, a noticeable shiver running through her body.

“Wakey wakey.” I whispered in her ear. I felt daring and gently kissed her earlobe, making enough sound to get her attention, but not enough to hurt her eardrums.

She fixed her position and tightened her embrace. I noticed a slight moistness touching my tummy, her hand on my chest having stripped my midriff. Her eyes still lightly closed and her breathing regular.

I opened and closed my lips, making soft popping sounds. “Lapia, wake up.” I softly blew air in her ear, tapping my palate with my tongue, producing a sound I quite liked myself. “Lapia, it’s morning already.” I breathed down her neck a little. “Psps. Lapia. Psps.” I was tempted to lick her from her clavicle to her jaw, but that would be a rude way to wake her up. I returned to her ear. “Turuturu. Lapia.”

Her body tightened for a second and then relaxed, releasing a long, shaky breath. Her eyes slowly opened. She found my gaze and noticed her hand under my shirt, which she slowly removed, a smile forming on her face as her eyes cleared up the sleepiness. I tried my best to ignore the increase in moisture between her legs, noticing I was in a similar state regarding my feminine parts.

“Good morning sleepy head.” I caressed her face, tracing her jaw with my fingers, gently lifting her chin so her face was directly in front of mine, looking at her emerald eyes. “You finally woke up.”

Her now free hand reached for my stomach, running her hand over my abs. She sighed and tightened her legs around my hips.

“Morning.” she answered, her voice groggy, having just woken up. “What a way to start the day.” she smiled, a dazed expression on her face. Her almond shaped eyes closing again, resting her head on my shoulder. “Give me a second.” her voice was both energized and weak.

“What happened?” I whispered in her ear, running my hand down her back, her muscles contracting for a second.

“I came a little.” she said and purred.

Oh. I felt my heart race at that. Six parts excitement and four parts embarrassment.

“What a way to start the day indeed.” I laughed awkwardly. I never thought it would be that effective, I just wanted to give her a pleasant wake up.

She tightened her embrace, her body glued to mine. She took a deep breath on my neck, her lips brushing my skin. I felt her chest press against mine, our mid section connected. Her hand slowly crawled to my face, where she gripped my jaw and turned my head to hers. She leaned close and looked me in the eye. Her breath was fast, not a pant, but deep and quick.

“Want to fuck?” she said, a smirk on her face.

Holy shit that’s direct. I smiled and closed the distance.

Her pillowy lips touched mine, her tongue invading my mouth as soon as I opened them. The taste of her saliva was salty and sweet. She went full on, her hands grabbing my shirt and pulling up. The kiss briefly interrupted as she took the piece of clothing off as I raised my arms. We were reconnected and her warm tongue entwined with my own. Gasps leaving me as my hands reached for her butt and hers for my breasts.

Shivers ran from my chest through my spine to my brain, making me quiver in pleasure.

I gently groped and played with her butt cheeks as the kiss intensified, saliva going down our chins. Her tongue tasted a little like apples. Her lips were soft and full, and felt even better than I had imagined. A hand crept down my stomach and grabbed my pants.

“Wait.” I exhaled as I broke the kiss. “I have a-”

“I know.” she said, looking me straight in the eye. “And I want it all.” she separated and helped me out of the clothes, the bed sheets taken with her. She sat on the bed in all her naked glory. Her tanned skin, perky breasts, wide hips and long legs. Once the pants were out of the way, she grabbed my penis with her warm and slender fingers and stared at it. “This is massive.” she whispered. “You have a really nice cock, Natasha.” she smirked, slowly pulling back the skin. Her expression seductive and confident.

Her other hand went behind my member and ran a finger through my labia.

“Holy shit!” I groaned, the over-stimulation numbing my mind for a second. My breathing quickened and I sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her close. Her fingers wrapped around my penis continued to pull, and her other hand rubbed here and there, looking for reactions.

She kissed me and traced her tongue from my lips to my chin, then my neck, finally up to my ears, where she nibbled my earlobe.

My hips buckled when she inserted a finger in my pussy, her other hand going up and down my penis in its entire length, precum leaking due to the high stimulation, lubricating both genitals.

A completely unrelated and stupid thought crossed my mind. So I have cowper glands, or whatever those are called.

My hand around her waist lowered to grab her meaty ass, and the other went between her legs. She spread them and hummed into my neck as I found her vulva, my fingers running across her wet shape. She pushed her hips forward to ease my access. I slowly inserted a finger and felt her hot tight pussy wriggle around it. She squealed and slightly relented her grip on my phallus, her hips shifting position at the intrusion.

“Lapia.” I breathed into her ear. “You’re pretty tight.” I inserted a second finger and bent them to reach for the glorious spot.

“Call me Lala.” she sighed deeply into my ear. “Your cock is hard as a rock. And you’re quite tight yourself.” her movements quickened around my penis. Her voice was a bit raspy and she was panting. “Uhh, yeah. There, there.” she moaned straight into my ear canals as I scraped against her pelvic bone.

“Nasha.” I almost barked as she put another finger in my pussy, her thumb rubbing my clitoris.

My thumb copied hers, and a low growl escaped her throat. “I’m gonna cum, Nasha. Make me cum.” she moaned as a few spasms coursed her body, her hand on my penis speeding up, precum covering her fingers.

The stimulus was overpowering, a fiery heat surged from my hips and shot through my entire body. Lapia quivered and her ass cheeks trembled. I noticed her feet were shaking on their own.

“Fuuuck!!.” I whimpered, her body rocking against my own. “Lala. I’m cumming.” My voice came out as a whisper, the orgasm overtaking my senses and blanking my mind.

“Oh fuck!” the Elf’s voice was a low growl as her own climax overcame her.

She pulled me into a kiss and our tongues resumed their exploration of the other’s mouth. Moans, whimpers, squeals and sighs escaping us both as we indulged in the afterglow. Shaking against each other’s bodies, our sweat and body fluids made a mess of the bed, the salty smell tickling my nose.

I peeked at my penis and found only transparent liquids. No semen had come out. It was still standing firm, though. Now between Lapia’s legs as we entangled our limbs.

I grabbed her by her hips, pulling her up with me. A surprised squeal escaped her and laughed in joy.

“That was amazing.” she sighed, kissing me as I put her down on the bed, her skin shining with sweat.

“You’re amazing.” I said with a smirk. Licking her jaw and rubbing her breasts. Sighs left her as I very gently pinched her erect nipples.

I climbed on the bed on top of her. My partner pressing against her stomach. I grabbed her knees and spread her legs. Many times had I been on the receiving end of what was to follow, so I had a pretty solid grasp on what to do.

“Give me that monster cock.” she whispered seductively from her position on the bed. “Take it easy, though. I don’t want my hips to break.” she chuckled, running a hand on my stomach, tracing my abs. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Nasha. I want you to make me cream all over that beautiful cock of yours.” she looked me in the eye and smiled, her eyes half closed.

She’s good. I could see now women being chasers, with such words stroking all the right spots of my psyche. She was not simply laying there ‘taking’ it, she was encouraging me and participating.

“You’re breathtaking, Lala.” I bent over and kissed her, running my tongue down her neck to her breasts. I took one perky tit into my mouth, licking her nipple. Her chest rose with a gasp, falling with a long sigh, followed by a squeal.

I pulled back and looked down. My golden penis was full of energy, her pink pussy mere centimeters away. I grabbed my shaft and guided myself towards her. I felt an electric shock as my glans touched her lips. We both moaned at the same time, then laughed. I grabbed her hand and locked fingers.

"Goodbye virginity, it was nice having you for five days." I licked my lips at the sight.

Lapia giggled and pulled my arm. "Put it in." she winked at me.

I pushed my hips forward and her labia parted, welcoming me inside her. The act facilitated by the lubrication of the foreplay. My skull went numb as centimeter by centimeter entered her hot and wet tightness, the stimulation rendering me speechless. Her grip on my hand tightening every second.

Halfway my length, I felt her vagina becoming slightly firmer. I remembered this happening to me the first time I took on a large cock. I had only experienced smaller penises at that time, so the final third of my vagina wasn’t accustomed to being penetrated.

“Is this the limit of what you’ve taken?” I teased her, rocking my hips back and forth slightly.

Her mouth was wide open, so were her eyes. She quickly nodded. Yeah, that happens. I chuckled and slowly pushed forward. Her insides tightened and relaxed every time a new boundary was surpassed, gasps and yelps of pleasure filling the room as her deep vaginal walls experienced a penis for the first time.

Such a shame, I thought. That’s where it feels the best.

My advance was stopped when I reached her cervix, a shaky sigh leaving me. Her face contorting in a mixture of unimaginable pleasure and pain. A barrage of unintelligible words left her mouth. Probably speaking Elvish. Ah, what would I give to experience that for the first time one more time. I looked at her face with slight envy, knowing her sexual world was changed forever, her entire vagina filled with my pulsating phallus.

I too, was struggling. The tightness, wetness and warmth enveloping my penis was numbing my reason. Constantly on the verge of losing my consciousness. It felt that good.

Her legs began trembling and her moans reached new heights. I fought the urge to move my hips, giving her time to adjust to the stimulation. A new orgasm racked her entire body, legs shaking, thighs trembling, her stomach tightening and jaw clenching. A scream of pleasure resonated, I closed my eyes and enjoyed her vagina gripping me inside, convulsing around my shaft.

I pulled out, a torrent of liquid covering my penis and hitting my stomach, her entrance trembling. Fluids dripped down her ass onto the sheets.

"Ooohh!" an loud scream of pleasure left her.

She spread her arms, looking at me. Her jaw slack, probably due to experiencing her first full blown orgasm in eighty years, kept her from forming coherent words. I covered her body and she hugged me.

“Oh. Oh. Ah. Uh. Mah.” she tried speaking, giving me tender kisses and pecks all over my face. She bit my lips, licked them, suckled them a few times, while her rapid breathing and moans accompanied shivers and smaller, shorter orgasms. Drool rolling down her chin onto her chest.

I lifted her up and sat on the bed, hugging her back and penetrating her folds once more, her pipping hot pussy made me sigh. I returned her kisses and caresses. She tried pushing me back to be on top, resulting in my glans poking her cervix, bringing a lesser wave of pleasure and pain, her grip on my shoulders threatening to break her fingers.

“Relax.” I whispered in her ear, blowing kisses and licking at them.

“Ogey.” she said, her tongue languid. She grabbed my face and gave me a particularly deep and juicy kiss. Slow, long and full of desire.

In turn, I played with her butt cheeks, groping them, spreading them, lifting them, pushing them together and sinking my fingers on them.

Our bodies grinding and breasts pressed together, sliding up and down due to our sweat covered skin.

“Mmffh.” a moan escaped her. She hugged my neck and kissed me aggressively, her hips moving slightly. “Go on. Fuck me. Make me cum again with your perfect cock.” she said between kisses a few minutes later.

I moved my hips and a low moan left her mouth just as a squeal left me. I grabbed her hips and began thrusting, my breasts bouncing with each movement, rubbing against hers. Her arms still hugging my neck, her head on my shoulder, moaning and gasping into my hair. My own voice turned higher pitched, uncontrollable gasps turned into squeals and whimpers.

She let go of me and leaned back, supporting herself on my legs. A stupid smile on her face.

“You fucker. Mfh.” she said, grinning. “I almost fainted. Ahn.” her hips went up and down, half of my penis leaving her vagina before going back in. Her perky breasts bounced, sweat running down her stomach.

“Agh. You needed a good fucking, is all.” I smirked. “Yeees. So good.” I groaned, I let go of her hips and leaned back on the bed, the sheets drenched, my hands resting on her ankles.

She shifted position, her body on top of me. “Your cock is the best.” she kissed my neck as she bounced her hips. “It hits every good spot, so deep. So thick, so long, so hot, so hard. It feels so good in my pussy, pushing my womb up.” she licked my breasts, a jolt ran down my back, and my hips buckled, pushing up just in time as she came down.

I felt bubbly satisfaction at her encouraging words. and let out a guttural moan as she squealed in pleasure. Her eyes widened, legs squeezing my hips.

“Oh?” she raised an eyebrow, her hips gyrating against mine, her vagina rubbing my penis without going in or out. “Interesting.” she said, leaning over me, her tongue circling my left breast. We were making eye contact as her tongue neared my nipple, her hips still moving.

I shook my head, biting my lower lip and my eyebrows scrunched up.

Her tongue flicked and a loud moan escaped me. She smiled and took a deep breath. “Say, let’s go all out. Let's fuck like our lives depend on it.” her voice was confident, a moan or two mixed in her words.

“Okay. Ahh.” I gave her a shit eating grin. “Don’t faint on me, Lala.” I kissed her and leaned back again.

“Here we go.” she took both my breasts in her hands and pushed them together, my nipples soon in her mouth.

Shit. A flick of her tongue and my head shot back, a loud moan spurring her on. She resumed her bouncing, every time her hips came down, mine went up, slamming into her, poking her cervix with every thrust. My hands reached for her head, caressing her ears.

If she came with only words earlier, I bet this will be really good.

I stuck both index fingers inside and rubbed, minding with my fingernails.

She tightened her eyes as a particularly pleased squeal broke her lips. We met eyes and both smirked.

She licked my nipples, I played with her ears. The clapping of our hips was drowned with the incoherent mess that were our voices. An untold amount of time passed until I felt heat rising from my hips.

“Lala, I’m cumming.” I whimpered. “Big one. Don’t stop.” my voice was thick with excitement.

“Same. Make me cum...” she went quiet and squealed. “I think I’m gonna faint. I’m gonna cum on your big cock. Make me cum with your big, thick and hard cock!” her mouth tightened and she sank her teeth on my tits.

"Cumming!" I yelped, heat surging from my hips to my entire body.

I came instantly at that. The feeling of her canines dig around my nipples numbed my spine, my sight blanking for a few seconds. I thrust upwards and an unnecessarily large amount of liquid gushed from my pussy. She trembled and fell on me. A long, low growl from her throat the only sound as her hands grabbed the sheets, her entire body shaking. Her hips rose, my penis slipping out. I felt warm liquid spread on my stomach, her squeals turned whimpers of ecstasy.

We tangled in another hug and took a break. We shared deep, tender and long kisses. The sheets were a jumble of sweat and pussy juices.

“So good.” Lapia whispered between kisses. “I even squirted.” she chuckled.

“Yeah.” I caught my breath, feeling her warm body. “Me too. I came like a fountain.” I sighed, my mind gradually clearing up, yet my new partner was still fully erect, no signs of it going down anytime soon.

She felt my member between her butt cheeks, spreading them apart. Her eyebrows rose and her eyes widened. “Nasha, my girl.” she kissed me. “You just surpassed everyone I’ve bedded before.” she hissed in my ear and ran her tongue on my cheek.

“Pretty good for a first time.” I felt my ego inflate.

“Right.” she nodded, realizing my words. “It was your first time.” her smile widened, revealing sharp teeth. “I can’t imagine how you’ll improve.” she nuzzled her head on my neck, leaning her body on me.

I felt my discharge leaving her pussy, the liquid transparent and sticky.

“Another round?” my heart was still beating fast, my body shivering every few seconds, hot and excited.

“Sure thing.” she laughed, full of energy again. She lifted her hips and welcomed me inside once more, a long sigh escaping her, her face red and sweaty. "Your cock is supreme."

We continuid having sex for another hour, our bodies melting in each other's embrace. Drowned with ecstasy, our voices filled the room, mixing with the wet sounds of my penis gouging her and our skin clapping. We changed positions often, fucking in ways I had never experienced before. Lapia had good stamina, but stopped me when her joints began aching.

"Wait, I'm gonna pull a muscle if we keep going." she hugged me and kissed me after another climax. "You fucking destroyed my pussy with that giant cock." her eyes locked with mine, her labored breathing brushing my face.

I stopped rocking my hips and hugged her back, enjoying the afteglow of a series of orgasms. "Your pussy is heavenly. It felt so fucking good." I sighed. The experience had broken my view of the world.

"I bet." she smirked. "I can't keep up, though. Let's go clean up, sunshine." biting my lower lip, she stood up.

We entered the bathroom to clean the sweat and fluids off our bodies. The bathtub was two meters long, one wide and half deep, a toilet seat on the opposite wall. I walked over and peed, my penis now flaccid. It took another five orgasms for it to calm down, for a total of seven. However, I felt like I could go on.

Looks like constitution translates to that, too. I had a satisfied smile on my face and a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest. Lapia, who entered after me, was having trouble walking. Her body not as resilient as mine, muscles sore. After I flushed, she sat and did her business.

The bathtub had two faucets, one with a flame, and the other with a water drop drawn on them. I turned them both, regulating the temperature to an enjoyable level. Not scalding, but not lukewarm. There was a metallic box on a shelf above the faucets. I opened it and found a large bar of soap covered in blue particles of light. Similarly encased, a wooden container the size of a fist was next to it.

Soap and shampoo? I wondered.

“Inject them with E’er. That’s a barrier to keep them fresh and clean.” Lapia said from her seating position, the sound of her peeing masked by the filling bathtub. “Think of spending points to activate it, that’s the simplest way to explain.” her voice was a little tired, ending with a sigh.

I nodded, picturing five particles flying from my hand to the barriers. Surely enough, the barriers vanished. Neat. I dipped the soap in the water and lathered my hands with it. When enough bubbles formed, I wiped my body. The fragrant scent of lavender replaced the salty smell of sweat from my body. I took extra care to clean my penis and vulva. While I theorized I could heal STD’s with my strongest potions, an infection would be a bitch until I noticed it. I heard Lapia flushing and walking over to me.

Her steps were slow and there was a limp in her stride. As I had finished soaping up, I motioned her to stand before me.

“I’ll wash you. You do my hair?” I offered.

She sighed and nodded. “That’d be nice, I can’t bend over.”

I handed her the wooden box and she opened it, an oily cream inside. She scooped a little with two fingers and brought her hands to my head. I squatted and began wiping her legs first. Lifting her right leg, I made sure she was supporting herself before I cleaned the sole of her foot. Cleaning between her toes elicited a sigh from the Elf. I smiled.

As I did my thing, she was massaging my scalp, her fingers brushing my hair, making sure to cover every nook and cranny. Foam dripped down my head, her hands grabbing golden strains and cleaning them thoroughly. I cleaned her genitals with gentleness, leaving the more detailed parts for herself. I enjoyed wiping her thighs, their thickness felt divine. Her bottom I enjoyed too, cleaning it to its fullest. Her satisfied sighs confirming my mastery of the art of handling an ass.

I stood up and circled around her, wiping her back. From there, I cleaned her shoulders, breasts and stomach. Her armpits, arms and hands came after. I massaged her body as I wiped, her sore muscles relaxing. I cleaned her neck as I gave her a juicy kiss.

“That was nice. Thanks.” she gave me a shy smile.

Kekeke. Every living creature is weak to care. I laughed in my mind, however, I couldn’t hide the anxious beating of my heart.

I finished it up by scooping a bit of the shampoo and getting her hair all foamy.

“Now how the fuck do we rinse?” I said, looking around for a bucket or something like that.

“Here, look.” I turned to her.

She grabbed the cold water faucet, the thing glowing and a hose extending it out the wall.

“Ooh!” I applauded. “That’s clever.”

“It is.” she smirked and turned the hose on me.

The exquisite cold water covered me, the shower taking the foam and dirt away with it. I welcomed the freezing shower with open arms, enjoying the change from the now steam filled bathroom.

Russia had colder winters. The cold doesn’t bother me anyway.

I heard Lapia click her tongue as my reaction wasn’t screaming or yelping in surprise. She then pointed the hose at herself, the water rinsing her body and hair. She let out a low hiss.

I noticed her skin shimmer, steam coming out of her as she turned the faucet off, returning it to the wall.

“Meh.” I snorted and entered the tub. The water was exquisite.

“Ooh.” a pleased sigh left the Elf as she sat next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder, her hair sticking to my back.

We both sighed at the same time and laughed.

“We need to talk.” her words made me turn my head to her and my pulse quicken.

“We do.” I nodded. Our gazes meeting.

“I would very much like us being lovers.” she cleared her throat.

“If not, I’d welcome being sex friends. I want you to know I don’t indulge in carnal pleasure with just anyone, though. I have standards.” her cheeks reddened. “You are capable, collected, respectful. You’ve showed care, which I appreciate, restrain where it was due, and so far you’ve been honest. You helped me in my time of need and cared for me at my lowest.” she rested a hand on my thigh.

“We are both young. You more than me, but in the long run it’s a drop in the sea of time.” her free hand ran down my arm, finding my hand and locking fingers. “I’ll be honest and admit I’ve been waiting for an excuse to leave the city. Life here as Lord Punten’s Adviser is not exactly fulfilling. It might sound selfish or greedy, but I could further both my research and power alongside you, if you’ll have me.” she gave me a short nod.

Holy shit. I was surprised she could say so much after such a short time knowing me. Certainly, if Elves lived for thousands of years, and us Halves even longer, as long as we were careful, we’d be together for the long run. I sighed.

When in Rome. I'd be lying if I didn't admit to being interested in her. I've started relationships with less before.

I brought my free hand and held her cheek. “Yeah, sounds perfect to me.” I kissed her on the lips. “You taught me a lot, and I’m sure there’s a mountain of things I still don’t know. I promise to protect you with everything I have, and help you wherever I can. We have all the time in the world to know more about each other, and so far I like everything about you. You’re smart, tenacious, and respectful. You didn’t trample or abuse my help, receiving what I offered and giving back in what you thought was pertinent.” I caressed her cheek.

“Though you were a bit cheeky and flirty, you didn’t cross any lines, and I appreciate that. I honestly was planning on accompanying you in your recovery and getting to know you better. Now it’s a different story, though.” I couldn’t help but smile at Lapia’s embarrassed expression to my words.

She cleared her throat. “We’re on the same page. I’m glad.” she closed her eyes and melted on me. “We’ll need to find two more, preferably women. I don’t think a man can compare to you anymore.” she kissed my neck.

“What?” I was confused by her words. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Last night you said you wanted to explore the world, right?” she asked.

“I certainly did.” I nodded, still not understanding.

“Ah, right.” she realized I had no idea what she was talking about. “When venturing the world, people group up. I explained yesterday how these groups would cover each other’s weaknesses.” I nodded at her words. “Said groups need to be tightly united. Romantic relationships help tremendously in building trust and unity.” she finished.

“And people just ask around ‘hey I’ll go explore the world, wanna be in a relationship with me?’. That sounds suspicious no matter who asks.” I felt my brain become slightly numb.

She laughed at my imitation of how a suspicious person would sound.

“No, not like that.” she wiped a tear away. “There’s a place where you can find people with matching interests and goals. There’d be a date to get to know each other, and if things work out, you’d set out with a life partner, ideally.” she thought for a second then came to a conclusion. “Maybe explaining that people are very open to relationships would clear things up?”

It finally fell in place. The people in this world evolved from bonobos. I chuckled at the thought, I didn’t really know if bonobos fucked all the time. Silly comparisons coming back.

“Now I get it.” I blinked a few times. “Is sharing partners common?” I had to ask, my monogamist mind a little perplexed at the concept.

“No, no.” she shook her head. “Everyone in the group is in a relationship with each other.”

“So you’re telling me people have orgies all the time?” my eyes widened. “That sounds amazing!”

“Not really. We women don’t share males in bed. At least if you have dignity.” she scoffed. “I wouldn’t want to associate with a fellow woman if she’s happy with a second spurt of seed. If you get seed, you better get it all, and if not all, at least the best.”

It suddenly got complicated. My confusion was reaching untold heights.

“Then wouldn’t other females in our group feel something similar with me, having a penis and all?” I voiced the first concern that popped in my mind.

“You’re a Halve. Every seed is the best seed. When you produce it, of course.” she pointed at my genitals. “Your cycle is unique to each individual, so we can’t even guess. That removes that issue from the equation. Still, the chance of conceiving is as low as it gets with both seeds and eggs anyway, so it’s healthy for expectations to be as low.” she shrugged, checking her hair.

“I see.” I relaxed. It simplified. However, being magically sterile was slightly concerning. “What would we need, then?” the idea of a mutually shared ‘harem’, if the term even worked in the current situation, slowly formed in my mind. No competition, everyone loves each other. It sounded like a dream.

“Definitely a healer. A scout would be nice too.” she thought for a second. “A High Priestess at the very least, ideally an Arch Bishop. Though rarer, they are usually higher level and more inclined to join already powerful groups.” she looked at me. “You already set the bar high.”

“Hm,” I lowered my body, only my head out the water. “What kind of information can be shared? You mentioned taboo intel, but never went into detail.”

“Specific numbers are no good. Those are incredibly personal.” she took my hair and fiddled with the golden material. “The name of your classes are okay, your total level too. You should only share your highest class level, that’s what shows up when you appraise people. By the way, what are yours? I only see your name, race and 'Unknown'.” she was making braids with my hair.

“Hoplite, Lancer and Dragoon. 1350 total levels. All classes at 450.” I answered, checking my information.

“Holy shit!” she almost shouted. “That’s insanely high. I feel kind of inadequate now.” she laughed. “I have to push myself, then.” her eyes filled with determination. “You’re really close to acquiring a new class, too. Wow.” she giggled and undid the braids. “I went with Pyromancy, as you already know, and Thaumaturgy, which studies and manipulates space itself through E’er.”

“Why is one called ‘mancy’ and the other isn’t?” I was shooting water with my hands.

“Because there was a Goddes involved. Yiama taught one of the first tribes the ‘miracle’ of the flame and the idiots believed it a divine revelation.” she sighed. “E'er then recognized their knowledge, naming the class after their devotion to her.” she shook her head.

“Is that proven or a myth?” my inner skeptical showed herself.

“She told the story herself.” she stretched, her breasts jiggling slightly. “She lives way up north.”

“There’s a living God?” I turned to her, my neck almost snapping.

“Plenty, actually. Though they are immortal, they are exceedingly weak. They keep to themselves mostly.” she explained, her nimble fingers returning to my hair, forcing my head back in position. “Anyway, back on topic.” she was attempting to make drills with my hair. “Once you share your information, it will become visible when appraised by those who know it. I can now see your level and class, even with the massive difference, because it is the truth.” she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Interesting. What if someone asks and I don’t want to tell?” I busied myself checking my fingernails.

“Then you don’t. Duh.” the drills couldn’t hold their shape. She clicked her tongue and moved on to another construction project on my head.

“So how does this recruiting business go?” the silver lunulae were lighter than my nails. “Do we just go around asking questions or is there a meeting spot?” I thought back on the one speed dating place I was too ashamed to tell even my close friends.

“Yes, and no.” she was doing something with my hair I couldn’t quite catch. There was a lot of braiding and tying involved. “The Church lends its grounds as meeting spots. They came up with a system that would simplify the process of finding partners while also saving time. A person fills a form with their interests, what they’re willing to share, and their general strengths. The Church takes that form and put them in a registry. We search the registry and find potential candidates, if we like them, the Church can mediate and we meet for a chat.” I could feel all my hair on top of my head forming something.

“What if the Church missuses that information?” I reached for my head to try and feel, but the Elf slapped my hand away. “Information warfare and whatnot.”

“They’d be mobbed to oblivion.” she chuckled, perhaps picturing the event. “It’d take a while, them being mostly healers, but it could happen.” she pulled my head back and fixed a few loose locks. “Organizations around the world are highly transparent. If not, they wouldn’t exist. Political power is shit compared to a pissed off level 400 Geomancer, for example. There’s a reason the occupation is called Public Servant.” she let my head go.

“Hmm. And this Church, which God does it worship?” I leaned back on her chest.

“Mostly Danuva. She’s credited for awakening the ancient species. They study her teachings and focus on healing.” a braid escaped the mess she was creating, provoking an annoyed hiss from the Elf. “Similar to us Wizards, they study for years. Wizards master the Laws of E’er, while Clerics master the Laws of Life.”

“How do they increase their power if they study all the time?” I imagined a wrinkly old lady in my arms and cringed.

“Practice. Using skills improves them, which in turn improves your body, increasing the E’er inside you. It’s a slow process. I spent forty five years improving myself while studying and teaching and only reached Level 100. Then I moved to this city and killed a few monsters on the way, reaching my current Level. Stress is key to growth.” her chin on my head, I felt a hairy pillow between us.

“Sounds like a plan, then. When will we be going?” I stood up and felt my hair releasing from whatever she built and falling freely on my back. I felt a hot wind on my head, water dripping off.

Bathrooms have that function in this world? Fucking awesome.

I deftly did my hair in a single thick braid, using a rubber band to keep the thing from untying.

Lapia followed me out of the bath, towels materializing on my hands. I offered one and she took it, drying her body as I did mine.

“I won’t be joining you.” she said after a moment of contemplation. “Though Lord Punten gave me a month to rest, I’m already in top shape. I’ll feel bad if I just lazed around and left work undone.” she shrugged. “You go and fetch us pretty girls, we'll be leaving sooner than you think.” she smirked.

“Alright.” I smiled at the woman. “I can’t expect you to hold my hand all the way. You have responsibilities to take care of.”

A knock on the door signaled the arrival of breakfast.

“Just in time.” her towel disappeared and a dress similar to the one from last night covered her. “Can I keep the towel?” she asked as she walked to the door.

“Sure, go ahead.” I nodded.

White, modest lingerie covered my privates, and a modern dress covered my body. The bodice hugged my torso, the low cut allowed cleavage, not too much to let the bra show, in a V shape. Followed by a plated skirt that reached halfway my thighs. Black with red hems in both the skirt and arm holes. It was both cute and sexy. If you’ve got it, flaunt it. I looked down and my golden skin was well complemented by the black and red fabric. Leather boots with metallic details reached halfway up my shins, the footwear’s many buckles neatly done.

Though I did not wear socks, my skin was more resilient than the material, so it felt surprisingly comfortable.

The same lady from last night came in with a trolley, and her eyes widened for a split second when she saw the absolute mess we did of the bed. I almost fainted with embarassment.