5. Convince Her

As fun as it would be to overpower her with your no doubt superior strength, you want more than that.

You stare at her for a few seconds, before saying in a voice layered with false confusion, “What? Aren't you going to help?”

Your voice seems to break her out of her freeze, and she snatches her hands back, blushing furiously. “That is not what I thought you meant!”

You cock your head at her. “What are you getting at?”

When she doesn't offer a response, you cover your erection and sigh, drooping your head and half turning away. You half whisper, just loud enough that she is certain to hear you, “And I was sure a cleric of all people would be able to help me.”

you hear a gasp of indignation and turn back to find Amanda, still sat down, staring at your with disapproval, her hands on her hips, seemingly forgetting that her breasts are still on show. “I don't know what you think clerics do, drakeling, but it's not... not...” She seems to remember what she's angry about, and her blush returns in full force. She manages to squeak out the end of her sentence. “Not things like that!”

keeping the look of faux confusion on your face, you stare at her until she starts to fidget nervously. Just as you sense she's about to speak just to break the silence, you interrupt. “I thought Clerics were supposed to be able to break curses?”

Whatever she had been about to say died on her lips with a whining “Huuuuhh?”. You very carefully do not smile as you shift position, 'accidentally' revealing you throbbing cock to her once more. Her eyes leap to it, but you pretend not to notice, just as you pretend not to notice her gulp. Instead, you sigh and look off into the middle distance.

Eventually, she finds her voice. “That's a...” she pauses to clear her throat, “a curse, is it?”

you focus your attention back on her. “Oh indeed. A Gobliness bitch, I mean witch, left me with it. There's only two ways of dealing with it.”

She starts to reply, eyes still fixed on your cock, before you distract her.

“And-” she starts, before trailing off as you deliberately twitch your flesh. You had to smile at how your Monstrous Appearance worked. A short conversation, convinced you weren't planning on attacking her, and the little de-buff went away. Made no difference to a player of course, but to an avatar, specifically Amanda, you appearance had recently skyrocked to above that of an average human.

She shook herself a little and made a visible effort to look you in the eyes. “And what would those be?”

You sigh despondently instead of answering immediately and shake your head. “No no, now I see you there's no way you can help me. I'm sorry for wasting your time, I truly am.”

“Don't say that!” Amanda responded instantly, shaking her head and leaning forwards. “I'm sure I can do something! I told you I'd help and I'll keep that promise!”

“Well...” you drawl, shifting again to draw her attention back to the correct places. “You'd have to be a level twenty cleric and cast Remove Curse spell. That's really all that can be done. No, I'm afraid I shall just have to deal with the constant pain until another cleric comes along. I just hope they'll be as kind as you and give me a chance to talk to them before they kill me.”

Amanda looks downcast at the mention of the level requirements for the Remove Curse spell. “It hurts?” she asks softly, when you're finished.

“Only a little for now,” you say. And you're not lying either. “But I'm told it will grow steadily worse until I find a way to remove the curse.”

Amanda mummers a soft “Oh,”, then crawls over to you. You eye her, warily, but are pleasantly surprised when she places a hand on your neck and softly rubs it. “I'm sorry I'm not a good enough cleric to help you. Maybe I could go and level up?”

“That's very kind of you,” you laugh, leaning into her touch a little, “But that would take you a very long time. No, there's nothing that can be done.”

Amanda goes quiet for a few moments before she speaks up again. “You said there was two ways of ending the curse. That's only one,” she sounds confused. “What's the other?”

You cough delicately. “It's not for the ears of a proper young lady such as yourself.”

She frowns at you. “Hey! I'm not some weak little flower that has to be protected you know? I'm an adventurer! I can take it! Give it to me!”

You smile, both at her unintentional double entendre and at the hint of fire in her.

“Someone would have to... help me in a more traditional sense,” you reply, tactfully.

“What do you...” her hand, still on your neck, stills. “O-oooh...”

“Oh indeed,” you murmur. Mentally, you start a count down.

Five... Four... Three... Two...

“Does it have to be a certain kind of help?” Amanda asks, her blush now threatening to start dealing fire damage.

You shake your head, not looking at her. “So long as I was able to finish, the curse would be lifted.”

“And if someone were to help you in this way,” she says, as her hand leaves your neck, “That fact would remain-”

“Totally private, of course. I would not want it known that I was susceptible to such magic.”

“I see.”

Both of you are staring across the road, at a small rock. You blink, slowly.

Something brushes against your shaft, an then withdraws. You hear Amanda let out an involuntary gasp next to you. A moment later, it happens again. The third time, the presence remains, warm and smooth.

Your cock twitches, and Amanda nearly pulls her hand away, but stops at the last second, fingertips still touching you. Slowly, they start to move.

The slowness is nearly unbearable, but the satisfaction you get from making this human, and a cleric at that, choose to jack you off makes it all worth it.

Her fingers start to explore a little, moving all the way to your tip and encountering a glob of your precum.

“Oh!” Amanda gasps, softly, and pulls her hand away yet again. “Did you already..?”

You shake your head. A moment later, her hand returns. This time, its wet with your pre, and moves quicker, gliding backwards and forwards.

“Is that... good?” she whispers, and you turn to look at her at last. She's staring at your face, nervously biting her lip. “I've not-”

She takes a breath as you nod, slowly. “”I've never done anything like this before.”

You learn towards her slowly, and gently nuzzle her neck. “I know. I can-” you break off and give a soft laugh before nuzzling her again as her hand nearly comes to a stop. “I can tell, but you're doing well.”

You lean back again and look her in the eyes as her soft handjob picks up pace again. After a while of staring into each others eyes, her blush slowly fades back to a gentle flush across her cheeks.

This time, she leans into you, resting her head against your shoulder as she picks up speed yet again. You can feel her breath come in short bursts. Now she can't see you, you allow a triumphant grin to cross your face before composing yourself again.

“Are you... are you close?” Amanda moaned, seemingly enjoying herself much more than you expected.

Time for the fun to actually begin

“Close? Uh, sorry, but no.”

Her hand paused in its rhythmic pumping. “Is there anything I can do better?”

You feign bashfulness. “No, really, this is really nice, I couldn't possibly expect a girl like you to do more.”

You knew her buttons now. Just as expected, her eyes flashed with anger again. “I think I've already proven I'm made of stronger stuff than you think. What can I do to make this better for you?”

“Well the thing is...” Pause for effect, you think, before rushing onwards. “I'm not likely to ever reach climax from hands alone.”

“I see.” Amanda said, blush returning, hand still gently clasping your cock. “Right.” She nodded to herself. “Right. Well then.” She sat up on her haunches and turned to face you fully, letting go of your cock and gesturing to the ground. “Lie down.”

“What?”

“I'm not letting you live in pain till some adventurer comes and kills you. Lie down.”

You gently lie back, furling your wings to your body, letting you bestial cock jut skywards. Amanda took a deep breath before lowering her face towards your crotch, settling down onto her stomach. For a second, you formed a frozen tableaux with her wide eyed face a hairs breadth from you, her breath tickling your sensitive skin.

Then she moved, placing a lock lick from the base of your cock all the way to the tip. You let out an appreciative moan, and she giggled, before looking surprised. “You taste sweet! I thought it was meant to taste bad?”

“It's your human foods which make it bad. Plus,” You try to look offended as she engulfs the tip of your cock in her mouth, “I bathe regularly.”.

She hums appreciatively and starts slurping your dick, only taking the top inch or so into her mouth but lapping at the top half with her eager tongue. Her copper hair flashes in the sun as she pulls herself off you with a pop and a gasp before she moves on to kissing the sides of your shaft, all the while staring up at you with clear blue eyes. You let out another moan.

“Oh gods, I thought you said you'd never done this before?”

Her blush deepens, and she lets out a shuddering moan. “I can read you know? There's all sorts of books out there,” she says, her eyes half closing.

Acting on a hunch you reply “And here was me just thinking you were a natural at sucking cock.”

Amanda lets out a hungry whine and throws herself at your cock with wild abandon, taking over half of it in her mouth in one gulp. You grin to yourself.

You reach down and place one clawed forelimb against the back of her head, gently pushing her down a little deeper with each bob of her head. Her eyes drift back up to yours, filled with lust, but she doesn't resist. If anything, she seems spurred on by your gentle encouragement. You start to buck your hips to meet her. On your third buck, your tip brushes the back of her throat and she gags violently, but doesn't stop.

“Or maybe we're both wrong,” you say, teasingly. She looks up at you, confused, but doesn't stop her oral ministrations. “Maybe you're just a natural at sucking monster cocks?”

She somehow blushes a deeper shade, but still speeds up at your words, suppressing her gagging to force you deeper into her throat. “Maybe what you've secretly always wanted is for a drakeling to cum down your throat?”

Amanda lets out a moan, muffled by the cockmeat lodged in her throat, and one of her hands starts playing with her bare breasts. You give her a few moments to tease herself before continuing your dirty talk.

“Maybe you've always wanted to be a monster's bitch?”

As you say “Bitch”, Amanda forces herself fully onto your cock and her other hand leaps down between her legs. You can hear the wet sopping of he fingers as they delve into her pussy. You place both forelimbs against the top of her head and thrust, gently, preventing her from coming up for air. Her eyes roll back as you feel your climax fast approaching.

“Would you like that?” you ask, rhetorically. “Would you like to be my little bitch? My throat slut?”

All Amanda can do is gurgle and choke around your cock, even while she twitches and shakes from her own pleasure

You lean down to her ear and whisper “Then come and find me again.” before throwing your head back and, with a roar, unleashing a torrent of cum directly down her throat. With a reverberating moan you can feel vibrate through your body, Amanda joins you in cumming, shaking and shuddering as you pump shot after shot of boiling drakeling seed into her. Her eyes rolled back so far you can only see white as, despite your best efforts, cum started to leak from the corners of her mouth.

Finally, you were finished. Cock still wedged down her throat, but feeling much calmer than you had before, you watched with interest as Amanda's eyes wavered, twitched, and then closed. A small pop up drifted up from her face, backwards, so it could be read by her absent player.

Sure enough, ten seconds later, she vanished in a flash of light, leaving a small sack behind her. You grinned triumphantly as your cum went with her.

That will be a nice surprise for her to wake up to.

After giving yourself a minute to recover, you went to see what loot she had dropped.

In the sack was a small health potion, a small box that smelt like paint, and a blood red crystal.

Interesting...

You load your spoils into your own, meagre inventory, noting that you had gained 80 experience for your defeat of the level three woman, and then begin to walk.

I think I know what I'm doing with that crystal...