Story 1
He glanced down at his porridge, feeling put out. Was this really what he had to eat, after defeating such a horrible monster? He swung another mug of ale, trying to get it down. The tavern itself was filling up as the night went on, and he couldn’t help but look around, wondering if there was anyone interesting for him to chat up.
He was about to stand up and ask if they had anything else on the menu for the evening when he saw her - a beautiful feline, swishing her tail as she walked in. There was no one else with her, and her outfit… gods it showed a lot. She wore a tight circular band around her breasts, exposing her midriff, and had a skirt underneath wrapped around tight shorts. She was covered from head to toe with jewelry, most of which looked pretty expensive. She was light gray, covered in soft fur, and had giant golden eyes, which were expressive even from a distance.
He could feel himself getting drawn to her in an instant. He wanted to flex his muscles, slide into the bar and talk her up, but assumed she was probably used to that sort of behavior, and might not appreciate it.
Instead, he waited until she sat down, walked by her, and asked, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I’m wondering if that’s a sword of summer?”
“It is, and don’t ask me where I got it. It was passed down to me by my master after he died.” Her voice was soft, almost as if she was purring. Gods, he was so turned on.
“Do you need another drink?” He asked, trying to grasp onto anything.
“I just sat down,” she waved her practically full drink in the air, “but… I wouldn’t say no to some company.”
He ran to the bar, grabbed another drink, and came back, sitting across from her and trying to look casual. He could tell the other single men in the room were glaring at him, wondering how he had managed to get her good graces. Sometimes, he thought, you just have to make your shot.
They chatted all night, and he found that he was enjoying her company more than anything else. She was also an adventurer, and specified that she preferred to hunt down monsters on her own. They exchanged some strategies, and he wondered if he should ask her to join his team, and whether or not she would accept such an offer.
He was shocked when she suddenly stood up, her tail swishing around her as it gently caressed his shoulder, “so, do you already have a room booked for us?”
He gaped, “I didn’t… I didn’t want to assume anything.”
“What, were you just planning on chatting with me all night?” She teased.
He shook himself loose and said, “I have a room for the night. We can go now.” Fuck, he couldn’t believe his luck. She was fully offering herself to him and he didn’t even have to lift a finger. He followed her up the stairs and closed the door behind them, wanting her to feel comfortable first. He was usually dominant in bed, but wanted to let her feel safer around him first. She didn’t seem to care though, because she turned around to him with a grin on her face, strutted forwards, and began taking off his armor.
He’d never seen a woman be so straightforward before, and it was honestly really turning him on. She seemed to be able to tell as well, because she looked down at his crotch, clearly noticing the bulge he was sporting. She purred and began stroking it over his loose pants, making him let out a low groan. It had been a couple of days since he had gotten laid, and he felt far more sensitive than usual, which was also heightened from how much she turned him on.
Wanting to grasp some control of the situation, he rotated her so her back was towards the wall, pushed his own body between her legs, and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her tail wrapped around him as she kissed him back, making him let out another groan. She tasted amazing. He thrust into her mouth, wanting to get as deep as possible, and began grinding into her as well. She matched him stroke for stroke, knowing exactly how to play with him even with one encounter.
He couldn’t take it, he lifted her up and dropped her down on the bed, immediately situating his face in between her legs. She pulled her skirt and shorts down, revealing her glistening pussy underneath. Fuck, she was just as turned on as he was. He shoved his face inside, licking her from bottom to top, groaning when he realized how sweet she was.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he said, raising his head to look at her. She was looking down at him with lust-filled eyes.
“Keep going, then,” she purred, and he knew he wouldn’t have to be asked a second time. He began circling her clit, his tongue making just the right amount of pleasure as he sunk two fingers into her tight hole. He could feel how wet she was on the inside, so ready for him to fuck her. He fucked her with his fingers and tongue until she came apart for him, moaning his name as she dug her claws into his hair.
He flipped her around so she was on her knees, aligned his cock against her entrance, and slipped his way inside. She was too good. Soft, needy, tight, and warm. Everything he needed after such a tiresome adventure. He told her to hold onto the headboard, grabbed onto her waist, and fucked her until she forgot her own name.
They exchanged contact info the next day after fucking all night, and he knew she would always be one of his go-to fucks from then on. He asked her if she would join him as an adventurer, and she said she would think about it, which was good enough for him.
Story 2
He sheathed the sword, panting as he watched the werewolf scamper off. "Fuck, I didn't want him to get away."
"Told you you shouldn't have jumped out of the bush like that." Lavender said, making him turn around and frown at her.
"That's literally my job as an adventurer, I jump at things and cut their heads off," he said, like it was the perfect explanation.
"Well that's what you're going to get if you're too impulsive," she scoffed.
"What are we supposed to do now?" He asked, staring after where the werewolf ran off.
"Let's set up camp for the evening and see if I can track them again tomorrow. The King isn't going to pay us for just scaring them off…" He was starting to feel apologetic. She was the ranger in the group, and had worked pretty hard to finally find their tracks. And he had blown it in just an instant.
They began heading back, neither of them feeling like saying much to the other.
He began whistling, his eyes flicking to her a few times, trying to gauge whether or not she was really pissed at him. She was a half-elf, which meant she was slightly taller than him, and walked around with more grace than a human ever could. She had braids down the side of her head, which ended by her waist.
They had met at a cave, since they were both after the same weapon, and had decided to join up for an interesting quest offering lots of gold for their troubles.
She was quite an enigma to him. They both had quite sarcastic personalities, but she didn't talk much about her life, and he always wondered why she was so secretive.
Back at camp, they still had some leftovers from the night before, and he immediately started the fire, wanting to heat it up.
"I know I tease you a lot, but I do enjoy having some company, you know," she said in a softer voice than usual.
He turned to her with his eyebrows raised, "wow, that came out of nowhere."
"Forget I said anything then," he spied a flush on her cheeks before he dropped the log he was holding and approached her.
He stood closer to her than he'd ever been before, looking at her eyes, trying to get anything out of her, "that's not what I meant at all. I like when you're open with me." She seemed so vulnerable for the first time he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her waist and move his lips close to her, wanting her to make the next move.
She seemed startled for a second, but then completed the gap between them, kissing him for the first time. The kiss was slow and gentle at first, but he grabbed onto her waist and pulled her close.
Fuck, he didn't realize how attracted he was to her until this very moment. He had been so absorbed with the werewolves the past few days, he hadn’t even considered trying to initiate something with her, even though she was precisely his type.
Their tongues swirled against each other, and he couldn’t help but let out a low moan, his body already heating up for her.
"I… I didn’t think…” he began, looking at her like he was seeing her for the first time. They were both panting, and she looked as bewildered as he was.
“Do you want to keep going?” She asked shyly, like she was afraid he was going to reject her. He walked over to the now cooking meal, extinguished the flames, lifted her up, and brought her to his tent. She let out a high pitched squeal, hitting his back playfully as he carried her.
Their first time was far better than he could’ve imagined. He made her cum twice with his mouth, and was still greedy for more. She tasted absolutely exquisite, and he loved the way she moaned and ground into him, so different from her usual sarcastic personality.
By the second orgasm, she pushed him away, telling him it was her turn to return the favor. He watched her, transfixed, as she climbed in between his legs, removed his trousers, and pushed his dick down her throat. He gasped, his eyes rolling back. Fuck, she knew exactly what she was doing.
It took everything in him to not cum inside her with just a few strokes. She swirled her tongue over and over and his legs shook as he grasped onto the sleeping bag underneath him. “You’re so fucking good at this…” he moaned, forcing his eyes open to look at her. He’d never fucked a half-elf before, and the expression she was giving him was everything. Her eyes were hooded over her teal irises, like she was having just as much fun as he was.
He couldn’t stand it anymore, he was desperate to be inside of her. “Stop!” He said, and began pushing her back down under him.
“No… let me,” she said, and began crawling on top of him. She adjusted her soaking pussy above him and sank down. He groaned loudly, fuck - she was even tighter than he had imagined. After a few slow strokes to adjust, she bounced on top of him expertfully, forcing his hips to undulate upwards, seeking more friction.
“Don’t stop…” he begged, watching her begin to circle her own clit. He wanted to cum at the same time as her, and knew she was getting there from her tight squeezed against his cock.
He came right when she did, with both their noises echoing through the forest, neither caring if they roused the werewolves they were after.
“We have to do that again,” he said, grinning as she climbed off of him.