When Rita and Aaron finally woke up and left the chief’s house, they were in for quite a surprise. Aaron now felt even guiltier when he finally saw the festivities taking place. Crafted ale flowing freely, lots of fires roasting different kinds of meat and vegetables, heck even a band of sorts was playing a couple of instruments that he could not recognise. These people were likely bankrupting themselves.
It was a lot of gratitude to be accepting. But he supposed that it did make sense, since without his groups assistance in ‘negotiating’ with the goblins, this village had likely been headed for extinction.
Oh well, at least they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. Parties are never for just one person after all, even if there is a guest of honor involved.
“Hello there!” The chief suddenly caught wind of them. He seemed to be quite a bit more jovial than last time, clearly having already partaken in the drinking aspect of the celebration. Rita and Aaron himself, had only recently awoken, but he wondered how long the party had been going on already. Then again, parties that involve a lot of preparation from a bunch of different people coming together to make it happen, probably don’t have any defined ‘start time’, more of a continuous ‘work in progress’.
“I see you two have finished resting! Wonderful- wonderful. Come”, the chief beckoned them with an exaggerated wave of his hand. As Aaron and Rita approached him, he leaned over to a woman next to him and whispered something to her and she promptly left his side.
“So you two. Tell me, what do you think of the party?” As he asked this, he stroked his mustache outwards, with his index finger and his thumb, likely a tell of his smugness bubbling to the surface in no small part, thanks to his intoxication.
“It’s very nice. We really appreciate it.” Rita answered for the two of them and with that nice soft smile of hers. Aaron just nodded in agreement and smiled.
“Yes- yes it is. Let it not be said, that Goran village does not know how to throw a party!” That last bit he had raised his voice to a full on shout. This in turn elicited cheer and a brief raising of some mugs, from the majority of the villagers in the vicinity.
The woman that was with the chief originally, returned, this time with two mugs of ale in hand. She handed them over to the chief. The chief then called out, “A toast!” He handed the mugs of ale to Aaron and Rita.
“To the ones, who drove back the goblins and saved our village!” He raised his mug. “Hear- hear!”
It was short and sweet, followed by a chorus of cheers from the rest of the villagers, raised mugs in hand. Aaron and Rita held their own mugs up in acknowledgement and drank from the ale.
It had a bitter taste, but not dissimilar from other more natural beers found on earth. Rita had wrinkled up her nose after the first sip, apparently not appreciating the flavour much.
“What’s the matter missy?” The chief enquired, with a low-key chuckle.
“Nothing. It’s just that I’ve never drunk alcohol before.” She smiled, by way of an excuse. “Well, tonight be your first then, enjoy!” The chiefs laughter bellowed out loud for all to hear this time.
“Oh hey, Mardock!” The chief having spotted the doctor from earlier, called out to him. The doctor, Mardock, approchead the group, giving a small greeting.
“So, how is it. How’s Juana doing?”
“Physically she’s starved and exhausted. She needs time to rest and recover”, The doctor explained. But then went on, with a more somber tone, “Mentally, however-” He just left it hanging there, gently shaking his head from side to side. Enough said.
The mood was pretty much killed at that point. Rita mumbled while looking at the ground,
“It was hell for her inside the goblin camp.” She looked up finishing with a gentle and pained smile, “Be patient with her.”
The doctor simply returned her smile.
“Well. We will.” The chief added, “But- You two, that is our problem now. You two must enjoy the party. It’s your party after all!” The chief went back to his boisterous mode, this time a little forced, probably trying to lift the mood.
Before long, he went over to talk to some other villagers and Rita had struck up a conversation with the doctor. Initially it was asking about how Juana was doing and how he was treating her, but it eventually ended up on medicine, and you guessed it-, plants!
Aaron eventually tired of this topic and began wondering around, trying out some of the food that was on offer and watching the people who were already drunk enough, dancing around a large bonfire.
It wasn’t long before he spotted Mara. The demoness was out in full view of the village and nobody seemed to bat an eyelid at it. Either Rita had grossly overestimated the effect she would have, or the village had already gotten used to Mara. Aaron had far to little context or general knowledge to be able to tell which.
Either way, Mara was sitting on the ground, leaning against a large stack of logs, with one knee bent up. She had several empty mugs next to her, that had clearly not stood up to the task and there was even a large barrel of ale next to her, that she was busy tapping even at this very moment.
Aaron approached her. “You planning on getting drunk or something?”
Mara looked over in his direction, noticing him for the first time. She smiled. “Planning on it, no. But I will try regardless. The down side of having a hefty poison resistance I’m afraid.”
Aaron simply laughed and drank some of his own ale. It would seem, judging by her demeanour, that she was having at least a little bit of success. The two of them sat there for a little while, in silence, just sipping their ale. Well- gulping in Mara’s case.
Eventually it was her that broke the silence. “So, you gonna tell me what happened back there? Or do I have to torture it out of you?” Mara’s smile turned genuinely evil in that moment, and she was looking at him with hungry and merciless eyes.
What a terrifying sight! “What do you mean? What happened when?” Of course Aaron knew exactly what she was asking about, he was just stalling for time. Time for what exactly, he did not really know, but he needed it all the same. Also, he was seriously wondering if Mara could actually make good on her threats.
“Playing dumb are we? Fine. If threats don’t work, then how about some incentive.” Mara leaned in close enough that their noses were almost touching. Aaron was forced to stare into her deep red eyes. God they’re beautiful. “How about we slip away later tonight, for some fun?”
Aaron of course, knew exactly what she was up to. “You just want to know about my skills”, he replied with the most deadpan expression he could muster. Let’s face it, it’s Mara. She was eventually gonna end up fucking him one way or another. I mean, it’s Mara! He could wait a little longer if he had too, he wasn’t that desperate for sex, that he had too take such risks for it.
Besides, he had at least a little bit of pride and self respect. All in all, he was feeling quite proud of how manly he was currently acting.
Mara simply leaned in a little closer and gently whispered into his ear, her warm breath tickling it a bit, “You can put it anywhere you want!”
“You must be referring to my skill called ‘Alpha’. It gives me a massive charisma boost.”
Mara sat back, upright, looking rather annoyed. “Listen here, I am seriously gonna hurt you if you keep lying to me like this!”
“I’m not, it’s the same skill I used on you, ‘that night’” Oh shit! Should he really be admitting that?
Mara simply sighed. “Listen here, I know you’re lying, how old do you think I am exactly, to believe an excuse like that. There’s no way charisma, even a large amount, could have an effect like that. And before that, a humans charisma stat has almost no effect on a demon. It is definitely not what I felt back there.”
Aaron gulped, the look in Mara’s eyes had turned cold, maybe even a little murderous, even as she took another hefty swig of ale. “I am not lying”, Aaron repeated nervously, “It’s a skill that basically gives me a 1000 point charisma boost.”
Aaron had to immediately shuffle backwards, when Mara started choking on the ale she was swallowing just a moment ago. It took a good couple of moments for her to regain her composure. After having sprayed ale just about everywhere, she was now finally just staring at him with an expression he couldn’t quite decipher.
The silence and intensity of the situation was starting to make him quite nervous. “What?” He finally relented.
Mara simply asked with a piercing gaze, that felt like it burrowed right into his soul, with those sharp red eyes of hers, “What are you?” The question was practically whispered.
Aaron did not know how to respond to that. The question that was just left there hanging for a few moments too long was making him really uncomfortable. He did not know how to answer it, more to the point he was too afraid to answer it.
Mara simply backed off after a short while and got up. Aaron got up too. Was she pissed with him for not answering? Is she leaving?
Mara then stuck her right hand out and grabbed a hold of his balls. OH FUCK! Aaron panicked for a moment, with thoughts such as can she really crush them or rip them off? He felt pressure as she squeezed. But in spite of his panic, she was squeezing gently enough to only hurt him a little bit. Could this even be-?
Her hand still firmly on his nuts, she leaned in stuck her tongue down his throat, a deep kiss, not so much passionate as it was animalistic. The pain in his nuts quickly turned into excitement. If he did not stop soon, he was going to have a massive erection.
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Would that be so bad? Wait, he was in a public space, surrounded by people! Actually, before that even, he remembered the whole taboo thing. Doesn’t that mean that what he was doing right now, with a demon, would potentially be a very big deal?
Luckily for Aaron, Mara broke of the intimacy at that moment. Still close to his face she whispered to him, “You don’t have to tell me everything right now. I want to know eventually of course, but why ruin all the fun so soon?” The smile she gave him was somehow cute, seductive and mischievous all at the same time. It was a happy smile. Wait, she has dimples?!
Mara’s smile disappeared immediately, as if she could read his thoughts. The look on her face was now somewhere between annoyed and pouting, it was really endearing. She smiled again as she walked away, “Fine I’ll let you have this one.”
Mara picked up the barrel of ale and hoisted it over her shoulder. “I’ll see you later!” She simply winked at him before walking away.
I guess sexual exploration and experimentation time is still a go! Fuck yeah!
Aaron now noticed that he was getting a lot of uncomfortable looks from the people that had noticed their um- interactions from just a moment ago. Aaron too, hurriedly left the area, to find a spot with people that hadn’t seen all that.
Aaron was suddenly approached by a girl, “Here!” She handed him a fresh mug of ale, right on cue, as if she knew exactly when his current one had just run out.
“Uh- thanks?”
She smiled at him, “Sure thing. Chief asked me to make sure you guys weren’t being all shy about food and drink, and to keep you well lubricated.”
Aaron swallowed the lump in his throat. There’s no way a medieval girl could understand his perception of the use of the word lubricated right? She didn’t mean anything else by that right? Then again, she did gently touch his arm while she said it.
“So, I wanted to thank you for saving the village.” She said smiling, “My name is Eru.” She was a pretty girl, about his age, with short brown hair and a very small mole on the side of here left nostril. It made her look cute.
“Hi, I’m Aaron”, he replied with a smile of his own.
“Yes, I know.”
“Oh you do?”
“Of course, how could anyone in the village not know the names of the heroes that saved it.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
Congratulations, title earned: The hero of Goran village
Congratulations, skill unlocked: The people's hero
Skill: The people's hero Type: Passive Element: Divine Cost: N/A Description:
Everybody likes a hero, especially when he is one fated for greatness Effect:
+1 Charisma for every point of destiny you possess - increases with level of this skill
Well, that looks useful. With his destiny stat scaling with his level, it means that this skill would also be a scaling skill, and Aaron has always liked stats and effects that are self scaling. He definitely pegged this skill as one to obtain as soon as he has spare points.
As for the title he obtained, he was not really sure what to make of that. It didn’t seem to give him anything, and he had no idea how people would even know he has it to begin with, so what was the purpose of titles then? He would have to ask somebody about this.
“So, where are you from?” Eru broke him out of his thoughts.
“Uh- I’m from… Well you wouldn’t know the place, it is far- far away.” No lies told there.
“Oooh! A mystery man?” She cocked an eyebrow at him and flicked her hair back playfully. “Mysterious guys are always more attractive I guess.”
Was she hitting on him? Well he was a ‘hero’ after all, so it probably wasn’t all that strange, even if he wasn’t used to a situation quite like this. But he wasn’t exactly dense either.
No. No.
Think sweet thoughts of Mara’s various holes, that she basically promised to him. Sweet thoughts of trying them all out. Ah, crap, no! Now he was just going to get a hardon.
Eru tucked her arm around his and stuck close to him. Close enough, that one of her breasts was leaning against his arm. They were quite sizable.
“Shall we go try out some of the Vaarg meat their roasting?” She gave a sweet and welcoming smile.
Aaron spent a large part of the night going around, with Eru. As the night progressed, she was getting increasingly bold. It was a lot of fun, he had never experienced being pursued by a girl before, no less a cute one. Of course he knew he was soon going to have to make a choice here. Eru, or Mara.
Before he could think things through any further however, someone else showed up.
“There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.”
Rita.
She was stumbling towards him rather unsteadily and her voice was uncharacteristically loud. She finally stopped next to him and leaned her arm on his shoulder, seemingly as a stable support.
Aaron just looked at her a bit stunned. Was she drunk? No, she was definitely drunk. How had she gotten this drunk?
Rita looked at Eru with what appeared to be rather unstable vision. “And who are you?” Rita asked in a tone that Aaron could swear was almost accusatory.
“Uh- sorry, I am Eru.”
Rita however just kept clinging to Aaron and staring a hole right though poor Eru, who had already long since let go of Aaron’s arm.
“Um- I’m going to go get a refill.” Eru lifted her mug up slightly, as if in explanation and then hurriedly scurried off. It did not sound like she intended to return. So yes, Rita had showed up and been all clingy, but she was clearly drunk after all. Why had Eru given up so suddenly after pursuing him so aggressively just moments before? Aaron wondered if maybe it was because Rita was also one of the ‘heroes’ that saved the village?
“Who was that girl?” Rita asked in an ever so slightly slurred dialect.
Aaron just sighed. “No one, just one of the locals.”
“Okay.”
Well I’m glad it was ‘Okay’. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, you look like you’re about to pass out on your feet here.” Aaron supported her and started walking her back to the chiefs house. “Just how did you manage to get this drunk anyway?”
“I dunno. I just wanted to drink.” Huh, what an elaborate excuse.
The village was quite small, so they reached the chiefs house quite quickly and proceeded to stumble all the way over to Rita’s room. As they passed through the doorway, Rita bumped her hand and spilled her mug of ale that she was still clutching for dear life, all over herself.
“Seriously?”
Never having been very athletic himself he was pretty tired from half carrying her all the way and unceremoniously dumped her on the bed, before sitting on the opposite side himself.
Rita looked up at him through her tousled pretty red hair and patted the bed next to her. So Aaron laid down next to her, propping his head up at an angle with his hand, his elbow digging into the soft bed.
“Thank you” She said softly.
“For what?”
She looked at him with gentle eyes, “For coming back for me obviously.”
“Oh that. It seemed like the obvious thing to do.”
“No! It was not obvious at all. I- I thought I was going to die in that goblin camp. And you came back for me.” She paused as if trying to find her words. “There were so many of them. I knew there was no hope of winning, of being rescued and had already given myself to my fate.”
She continued to ramble, “How- just how did you do that. That situation should have been impossible. But you somehow still rescued me. How?”
Aaron waited, making sure she was finished talking. After a few moments of silence, “If you’re asking about my class and my skills, I’m afraid I am not yet comfortable talking about them.”
“No, I understand.” She gave him a soft smile. She looked small and fragile somehow. I mean she was a small girl to begin with, but now she somehow looked even smaller for some reason. “I mean, I don’t actually understand, I can’t without knowing anything. But- How should I say… It’s okay.”
She then looked away from him, seemingly staring into space for a few moments. She had a serious expression and seemed to be contemplating something. After a few moments of this, she spoke, “This shirt is still soaked with ale, I don’t want to ruin the chiefs bed.” And before Aaron could even process what she was saying, Rita had already removed her top and tossed it to the floor.
She was now lying on her side in front of Aaron, with her upper body fully exposed. She was such a slim girl, you could even see faint traces of her rib cage as she took what seemed to be heavy breaths, perhaps nervousness.
She stared at Aaron expectantly, but all he could see at the moment were her incredibly cute, small round breasts. They were quite small with equally small and cute pink nipples. Her breasts rocked up and down quite a bit with her breathing.
He had originally no intention of taking advantage of a drunk girl, especially one in his party, he did have at least some principals after all. However when said girl went this far, all bets were off! I mean, who would not see through such a flimsy excuse to get naked and seduce a guy. Although, Aaron did find her clumsy attempt at seduction to be incredibly endearing and he liked her even more for it.
He leaned in and kissed her. Only their lips touching at first. She was nervous, he could tell. And inexperienced, like in, very. He doubted she’d ever kissed before. He decided to ramp it up a bit and used his lips to massage hers apart with some more aggressive kissing and eventually slid his tongue inside. She went stiff at first in surprise, but eventually followed suit. She had seemed to get the hang of it before long.
In the meantime, Aaron slid his hand across her slim waist and up her naked stomach, all the way up, until her right breast was cupped neatly inside his hand. Squeezing it gently, he also played with her nipple a little, gently caressing it with his thumb. Her breathing grew even more ragged and her body was getting quite hot, she seemed to be enjoying it.
It was at that moment, his mouth still buried in hers, that he felt something wet on his cheek. Opening his eyes, he saw tears starting to run down her face. He immediately pulled away in shock.
Rita opened her eyes in surprise when he suddenly pulled away. She stared blankly at him for a moment, seemingly wondering what was wrong. Then she put her hand up to her cheek. It was like she only now realised that she had been crying. She wiped away her tears as her breathing slowly calmed down.
“I’m sorry- I- I don’t know…”
Aaron felt a pang of guilt gripping him, squeezing at his gut. What the heck was he doing! He hadn’t even thought about what she had been through. Even if she had been the one to initiate this... still.
He grabbed her head and pulled it close to his chest, before wrapping his arms around her small back. “It’s okay now.” He stroked her head to calm her down, she had caught quite a fright at this sudden action, but soon eased up.
He continued to stroke her head, clutching her tightly. He felt an incredible urge to protect this frail girl in front of him. “You don’t have to just be strong all the time. If you want to cry, then cry. I certainly won’t tell anyone. And if it’s just me, then don’t worry, I’ll accept it all.” He was rambling, barely able to communicate his thoughts or how he felt and doubted he was doing a very good job right now.
But it seemed to work. Rita wrapped her arms around Aaron and it wasn’t long before he could hear very soft and gentle sobs.
He just held her like this until she finally fell asleep, succumbing to the fatigue, physical, mental, emotional, heck even the alcohol. It was a bit more difficult for Aaron to fall asleep though. There was a half naked girl pressed against him after all.
Also, he was supposed to meet Mara. He knew he was missing out on Mara’s various holes, and that was truly soul crushing for him, but he didn’t regret it. As much as he really wanted to fuck Mara, some things were just more important. He looked down at the pretty girl snuggled up against him and smiled.
Well Mara will just have to kill him tomorrow. God I hope she doesn’t actually kill me.