Yhdu sat on the edge of the bed and poured herself another shot of Dragon Tongue. She sipped at the pale amber liquid while favoring me with an expectant look.

I moved forward but she held up one hand to stop me. "Why not slip out of those clothes?"

Eager to do so, I kicked off one of my pink booties and then hopped on my foot while pulling off the other. The reinforced suede jacket was next and ended up tossed over the side of a nearby chair. As I fiddled with my belt buckle I wondered if I ought to be doing more. Was she expecting a sexy striptease? I wasn't sure I could pull that off. I gave her a questioning look while sliding my pants down. Yhdu seemed more interested in what was under my clothing than the skill with which I removed it, so I hastily pulled off the rest.

It was the perfect temperature inside the room. Warm against my bare skin yet not so hot it might get uncomfortable late. Despite this, my nipples were hard enough to cut glass. While the rest of my skin was azure, almost a Spanish blue, they were dark and purple-tinted, standing up on my smallish breasts like they had something to prove.

I repressed the urge to cover my chest. I was standing naked before a woman I'd just met and it would be false modesty.

Yhdu looked at me with more desire than I'd ever seen in someone's eyes before. This time when I moved forward, she didn't push me back but slipped one hand around my waist. The other reached up to tweak my nipple. Her fingers were strong and slightly rough, and she pinched the prize in her hand hard enough to make me jump. A soft sound of distress escaped me and she stopped in concern.

"Was that alright?" she asked.

If I'd been in a more eloquent mood, I'd have pointed out that my sex had just gone from damp to dripping but instead I choked out a "That's nice."

"Why don't you help me with my boots?" she asked. I glanced down at the knee-high leathers. They looked like sturdy work boots and had been securely laced. Again, I found myself dropping to my knees in front of her. My face burned as I lowered my eyes to my new task. I couldn't' recall the last time I'd been so aroused. This was crazy; I was not the sort of woman to meet a stranger at a bar, head upstairs to fuck her, and get turned on by something like this—whatever this was. Yet as I fumbled to unlace the boot and the scent of old leather hit me, I was pretty sure I could get off just by humping her shoe. I didn't even have the excuse that I was drunk. At best, I had a strong buzz.

I tossed her heavy boots away one after the other. Yhdu's hand touched my cheek and I found myself lost in the brown expanse of her eyes again.

"You're so good," she sighed. "I could have all sorts of fun with you, couldn't I?"

Oh yes, oh yes. Forget leveling up, forget becoming a thief, I was ready to spend the next nine months in Penumbra letting Yhdu have as much fun with me as she wanted.

Even as the thought flickered across my mind, a whisper of unease joined it. This wasn't real. How was it the game was picking up on my desires so easily? How odd that the night I decided to go a bit wild, a woman who wanted to get wild with me would suddenly drop into my lap? If this body and all its sensations were a product of the game, didn't that mean it was deciding how aroused I was right now?

The idea disturbed me.

Yhdu noticed my silence, picking up on the subtle shift in my ardor. "Just playing a bit..." she said, as though reassuring me.

I suddenly felt foolish. Here I was, getting exactly what I craved and my head was trying to undermine it. It was almost as though I was scared of enjoying myself. This was probably just happenstance, a result of dynamic NPCs. But even if it wasn't, who cared? Penumbra was a multi-million dollar game designed around letting people live out a fantasy. Whether it was slaying dragons or letting a sexy dwarf woman order you around in bed, it was all the same.

It was time to drop kick my doubts.

Once Yhdu's shoes were out of the way, I set myself to removing the rest of her clothing. Her body was everything mine was not: short, strong, and curvy in contrast to my lithe form. We wrapped around one another, our mouths and hands exploring soft flesh as we spread across the bed. At one point, she lurched forward and a pendulous breast smacked me in the face hard enough for me to cry out in alarm. We looked at one another and I burst out in giggles before burying my face in the warmth of her bosom.

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Her nibbles and squeezes became harder as she played with me. Though I was past the point of articulating my thoughts, I managed to express my pleasure. When she gave my ass a swift smack, my moan mixed with the sharp sound. When she sank her teeth into the broad muscle of my shoulder, a plaintive mewing came from someplace deep inside me.

"Get on your hands and knees," she finally said.

I scrambled to obey her. A firm hand pushed my head down into the pillows and then pulled my legs wider apart.

I was painfully aware of how exposed my sex was. Wetness trickled down my thighs and I could feel my walls squeezing themselves in anticipation. Yhdu got off the bed. She grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to its edge.

"Whoa," she said. I had no idea what she was commenting on but hoped she liked the sight before her.

Broad fingers parted my swollen lips, releasing another trickle of my juices. She gathered it over her digits and moved down to my clit. I hissed at her touch, my hips bucking away. I was so sensitive that the touch hurt as much as it felt good. Yhdu guided me back with one hand and fingered me again; this time instead of touching me directly, she made gentle circles around my clit. That I could stand.

She seemed happy to do all the work so I closed my eyes and relaxed. My awareness collapsed to the small point on my body that she touched. My sex continued to twitch in time with her steady ministrations and after what felt like only two minutes, my first orgasm hit. It flowed outward from my pussy, pleasure washing down my legs until my toes curled and up my spine until I had to bite the bedsheets, my drool soaking the cotton as my teeth ground down.

The rubbing didn't stop but moved from steady, gentle circles to quick taps. I came a second time and my head swam but I wanted more, I wanted so much more.

"Fuck me," I snapped. "Fucking fuck me already." I would have liked to have begged but it came out as a demand. This wasn't enough. I had to have her inside of me.

She didn't seem to mind. "I was just getting you ready," she explained.

Her fingers plunged into my tight insides and I groaned in gratitude. I didn't wait for her but pushed back, trying to get her as deep inside of me as I could. As I started grinding against her hand, she gave me a sudden smack on the ass. Catching the hint, I forced myself to stop and let her take over again.

"Breathe deeply and relax your muscles," she ordered.

I had no idea what the dwarven woman was talking about until another finger joined the two already in me and then a fourth. She spread them out inside of me, stretching my walls open and the tip of her thumb slithered in. Any thought of relaxing or breathing deep fled my mind as I realized I was going to get far more inside me than expected.

"Now push back," Yhdu said.

I tried. Her hand was large, however, and my body tight. She twisted her fingers back and forth, getting more into me. It didn't hurt but felt overwhelming. I wasn't sure I could manage the entire thing and worried she'd tear me.

Yhdu applied increased pressure, forcing her way in. My legs trembled with the effort of resisting her. I could feel each knuckle as they slid inside. It was going in, it was going in, it was g--!

I burbled as her entire hand breached me and her fingers curled into a fist. It was too large for the muscles in my pussy to properly suck on so they only fluttered. I had never taken half as much as this before and my body didn't know what to do. She twisted her fist slowly inside of me to a more comfortable position. I was completely impaled and stuck. Yhdu's hand was so much thicker than her wrist that thrusting in and out was an impossibility.

Her other hand found my clit again and stimulated it while the fist inside of me rocked back and forth. The sensation was incredible. My body no longer even felt like my own. It was something for her to use.

A third orgasm followed and my legs gave out, sprawling from all fours to land on my belly. Yhdu had to wriggle out of me without help. For a few minutes, I laid there, panting, my toes brushing against the floor. All strength had left my body and I was reduced to a happy puddle of blue elf.

The dwarven woman laid beside me, cajoling me farther up the bed. I wanted to thank her. I wanted to please her in return. I was tapped out right now though. She tossed a blanket over us and curled against me, nuzzling at my chest. My eyes closed and I drifted off. When I opened them again, she'd brought the Dragon Tongue to bed and was propped with her back against the headboard, taking swings from the bottle.

When I stirred, she booped me on the nose. "Hello again."

"Hey." I gave her a sloppy grin.

"I forgot your name..."

"Christine," I replied. "Uh-- I mean it's Janus. My name is Janus."

That earned me an inquisitive look but she didn't press the matter.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Wonderful." I don't know if it was the best sex I'd ever have, but it was better than anything I'd had before. The woman had been true to her word.

Yhdu gave me a smug look. She was a bit too pleased with herself for my tastes, but I suppose she had earned it. "We're not finished," she said.

Right. She hadn't even cum once. It was time for me to reciprocate. I crawled closer to her, eager to begin after my nap. She accepted my kisses with equanimity and then told me to lay on my back. I did so, unsure of her intent until she straddled my head. Her muscular thighs blocked my vision, forcing me to look up at the damp mass of curls hovering above my face. Yhdu's scent filled my nostrils, harsh and pungent, but I had no chance to enjoy it before she lowered herself onto me.

I buried my face in her sex as my tongue explored her folds. Her insides were hot like a forge and her flavor sour like strong beer. I could hardly breathe but didn't care as she began to ride my face.