The Handler stared past the campsite, frowning slightly as she consulted her journal. Well, another hunter was supposed to show up any time now, but it seemed he was just another no show - probably something wrong with the login information.
She sighed and closed it, looking up to make sure the weather was still on track for the day. Like always, she was famished, and some Exciteshrooms could really get things going. She wondered if it would be okay for her to gather some resources herself, since it was getting more and more obvious no one was showing up at the camp site.
The Handler had a youthful appearance with a slim build. She had short brown hair and currently wore her winter attire, a yellow jacket with a fluffy white hood, boots she had made specifically in her size, and tight blue pants. She had always designed her outfits to be perfect for mobility and comfort during expeditions, and this was no exception. She flipped the goggles over her eyes as she finally made the decision to leave the campsite on her own, with only a slight hesitation of being attacked by something that was beyond her capabilities. She shrugged, it would be worth it if she could locate some food.
It really didn’t take long for her to locate what she was looking for. Her trusty journal had most of the content she needed, after all, and it seemed to somehow write itself without her assistance. She dropped to the ground and began adding the shrooms to her inventory when she felt a noise behind her. She froze at once - this didn’t sound good for her, and with her knowledge of the surrounding environment, she knew exactly what it was without turning her head.
Behind her stood three Jagras, fanged wyverns that always showed up in packs. They were small and slim compared to greater monsters, but body shapes were very wolf-like, which enabled them to run fast, very fast. The three that were currently hunting her had light green scales with blue and red stripes down their body as well as their iconic blue-colored underbelly. She couldn’t believe her luck. Of course this had to happen to her within an hour of going out on her own.
She could usually take on some lower level monsters on her own, but not three that were incredibly intelligent, and have clearly marked her as prey. She faced them and began moving backwards slowly, watching as they cocked their heads, probably deciding where to strike first.
Should she run? It was her only way to get out of there without being their next meal. “Good little Jagras… would you like some raw meat? Would that help?” She realized at once she had cooked the meat back at the campsite two hours previously, and cursed her insatiable hunger. The raw meat could’ve saved her life.
At once, she took off her backpack and threw it at the three creatures, and began running as fast as she could back towards the campsite. It seemed to have landed between the three of them, but she barely had seconds of a head start before they began chasing her. “Help!!!” She screamed as she heard them close in on her.
She didn’t stand a chance. A single Jagra pounced on her, knocking her to the ground. She gasped as she felt the hard ground against her body, knowing she would bruise later - well, if she could even survive this at all.
She flipped quickly so she was on her back, and watched as the Jagra cocked its head again, like it wasn’t sure what it wanted to do next. She closed her eyes and anticipated the snap of teeth against her throat, but was shocked when she felt it against her outfit instead, along with sharp claws.
She hesitantly opened her eyes and saw the Jagra had started tearing her clothes apart, ripping it to pieces as he exposed her body more and more. She shivered under the sharp winter air, and was almost desperate to locate her notebook so she could research whether or not this behavior was normal for Jagras. Maybe they wanted her flesh without the clothes being in the way?
The other two began helping the first, until she was utterly naked for them. She began screaming once more when the shock wore off, but stopped again when she saw the three fan themselves around her and began sniffing her, one of them pushing its nostril against the spot between her legs as it moved its head up and down. “What the hell are you doing, freak? Just eat me already!” She didn’t think she would be begging a creature to eat her today, but she guessed that’s how her life was going now.
The Jagra seemed content with what it was smelling, because it reached forward, grabbed her forearm with its sharp teeth, and flipped her around easily. She cried out in pain, feeling multiple holes where its teeth had pierced in. “Someone… anyone…” tears were streaming down her face now, and she just wanted it all to end.
The Jagra pushed her into mounting position, and she was ready for the pain to escalate when she heard the sound of someone nearby. No, she must’ve been imagining it. She was too desperate, and her mind was playing tricks on her.
It was then that she heard the sound of screaming - but not hers this time. It was one of the Jagras surrounding her. It didn’t take too long for another one to join in on the first, and she managed to look around for a second and spot something hurling at the one right behind her, knocking it down along the others.
She flipped herself over and sat with her ass to the ground, panting and crying tears of relief. She owned whoever saved her her fucking life for what they did. By the time her savior stood in front of her, she had still not gathered her breath, but she still managed to look up at him, complete gratitude in her expression before she felt the fear sneak in again.
What stood in front of her seemed to be some sort of black wiggler with yellow eyes and the usual spikes on his head. It wore dragonhide all over and carried the True Fatalis End, which it now carried off the floor. It didn’t make sense - why was a wiggler wearing armor? And why had it even bothered destroying the Jagras for her. When he began to speak, she couldn’t help but let out a yelp of shock, “hey… um… you’re naked.”
It sounded like a normal male voice, a preset she had heard many times before. “Are you wearing a Wiggler on your head!?” She gasped out, clutching her heart from the shock of it all.
“Yeah, it gives me good defense and it looks cool,” he shrugged.
“So you’re a hunter?” She asked.
He nodded, “you probably don’t remember me, though, since you meet so many every day.”
“I have everything in my notebook, but I threw it at them when I ran,” she explained, and realized at once she was completely naked in front of a stranger. “Ah… I’m not wearing any clothes, I’m sorry.”
He seemed to have realized this as well, and threw some of his extra armor at her. It was good everything fit on every person in this world, and the clothes immediately adapted to her body. “Thanks,” she said as she finally stood up, “for everything. I was dead meat back there.” They began heading back to where she ran from so she could gather the rest of her belongings.
“Were they…” he asked hesitantly, “were they trying to…?”
“Rape me?” She finished, “yeah. I think so.”
“I didn’t even know monsters could do that.”
“Me neither,” she was surprised how calm she felt about all of this, “honestly would have rathered they had just killed me.” She realized she hadn’t mended the wound on her forearm, and gathered healing supplies from him as well.
He knelt to the ground and helped her with it, and they began traveling back to camp together. “No really, though. I need to reward you with something for saving my life,” she said, glancing at him from the corner of her eye as they arrived at the campsite.
He chuckled, “I didn’t really do much, not really. Just heard some screaming and came to help.”
“Would you like some of the dinner I’m about to make? I normally don’t share my food, so this is a lot for me,” she teased. He thought about it for a moment and nodded. Pleased with his response, she immediately went to work, feeling so much better about the day already.
The evening itself proceeded nicely. It was just the two of them, and the Handler had gone all out with her preparation with what simple ingredients she had. He seemed to be enjoying it as well, and seemed to open up more and more as the evening went on. They exchanged stories of their adventures thus far, and she felt a strong connection to him, like all of this was meant to happen.
She hadn’t been open to anyone in quite some time with her busy role as a Guild Receptionist, and it felt good to let loose and talk about her troubles with someone who understood them. She felt so close to him that they eventually moved the chatting to her tent, where she had invited him to spend the night.
A few months later, they were still together, and she had developed quite a fondness for him, past the point of love. She’d never felt that way about anyone before. He was gone for days at a time hunting the creatures he was tasked to hunt, but always came back to her, where they would spend their evenings exploring towns and catching up on stories.
Recently though, he’d seemed more and more distant every time he returned, and she knew she would have to get to the bottom of it if she wanted to keep the relationship going. “OceanKid63, are you even listening to me?” She asked, the worry clearly evident in her expression.
He looked back at her, “I know you were talking about eating again,” he rolled his eyes, “is that all you like talking about? Hmm? It’s like you have a set of ten dialogue options, and just keep repeating the same thing. Enough about the mushrooms!”
She recoiled in shock, staring at him like he had stabbed her with a knife.
“What a cruel thing to say to someone, OceanKid63! After all I’ve done for you, too.” She shifted her head towards the dining table, where the remains of their food were still not put away after dinner.
“You made the same meal as you’ve always done,” he replied curtly. “How is that impressive whatsoever?”
She sniffed and bit her lower lip, “you know I don’t go out on expeditions as much as you do! I can only make what you bring home for me to cook with!”
All he could do was roll his eyes again.
“Is there someone else? Another NPC?” Tears were welling in her eyes again.
“There’s no one else, Handler. I’ve said this to you many times. I just don’t think we’re compatible anymore. You only like me because I saved you from those creatures. I’m just a rebound!”
She moved towards him and gave him a slap across his cheek, which he didn’t feel with his large defense statistic. He still glared at her, though, and stood up from the couch they were both sitting on, his eyes narrowing to the point of closing. “Do you want to leave me? Is that it? Is that all I am to you?”
He nodded, “I think it’s for the best. Honestly, you’re acting pretty psychotic right now.”
She shook her head, and wiped the tears off of her face. “Well, guess what?” I’m not going to let you go! I’ll keep you here forever, and soon no one will remember your handle! Your friends will think you’ve just stopped playing or something!”
He gasped, “you’d do that to me?”
“I would,” she replied conclusively, and crossed her arms. He growled and stepped towards her, lifting her by her waist and dragging her to the bedroom. He tossed her on the bed, threw his helmet to the ground, and began kissing her in all the places he knew she loved. Her outrage began melting away as he bit and nibbled on her skin, his warmth and smell enwrapping her completely in the familiarity she’d felt in the last few months.
She opened her legs up to him without a second thought, and he began grinding into her, his cock already hard for her. She began moaning loudly, not caring if anyone could hear them. Besides, they’d probably heard all the arguing they’d done just now. “C’mon, fuck me already,” she demanded, pulling his pants amour down.
He complied, and continued to lick and suck at the sensitive parts of her neck as he pushed her dress up and roughly tore her panties in his desperation. “You’re a greedy bitch, aren’t you?” He asked, and she nodded in agreement, needing everything he wanted to give her.
He slid into her in an instant, with her pussy already molded to his shape after all the fucking they’ve done the past few months. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him as tightly against her as possible. “You’re so wet for me,” he said before thrusting into her harder than he’d ever had before. The bed began to shake under his wrath, and the walls crumpled around them, its pieces falling down around them. He couldn’t tell if she was in pain from the abuse or lost in the pleasure of it all, but it seemed his plan was working - he would hate fuck her to death, and escape from her before she could lock him in here permanently. He still had a lot of side quests to do, and this bitch was going to stop him from completing them?
“You’re being too rough, OceanKid63!” She groaned loudly.
“Just the way you like it, you little whore,” he replied. “I’ll fuck you however I want, and you’re going to love it like you always do.” She could only mewl loudly in response, like she had forgotten all her words.
It took him only two more pumps before he came inside of her roughly, his balls clenching tightly as his cock pulsed over and over again. This would be the last creampie he would ever give her.
He pulled out of her and looked down, pleased to see he had completely fucked her into mush. He didn’t think she would be going to work tomorrow. In fact, he didn’t think she would ever get up from their bed ever again.
He left her behind, put all of his belongings in his inventory, and closed the door behind him, feeling freer than he’d ever felt before.