The world could be a wonderful place if people learned to say “No”. All those monsters who control the world and show themselves as admirable people would lose all the power they have over us.
If they order us to twist the truth, most people will comply with their demands. But what would happen if they say no, then the people sent to murder them also say no, the ones wishing for power refuse to scheme against the “rebels”. With no one following their orders and humans caring for each other, we could have a perfect world.
But unfortunately, or fortunately, humans have “free will”. We may as well be the only beings who can choose to go against life and walk to our destruction, or go with the flow of life and live a prosperous life. Monsters and other beings of the dark fill their purpose in the world, and even though they work for corruption and destruction, they serve life as well. Divine beings also follow their purpose and understand how life works, good and evil are a human creation, they know what’s happening to us and the process we’re experiencing to connect again with life.
This made me, and hope you too, question why would anyone choose their destruction? The answer I arrived at after investigating all these years is that we’re slaves. To have free will you first need to be free. Maybe at some point, we couldn’t endure being free; it overwhelmed us so much we chained ourselves. Reason, solidarity, logic, love, congruence, intelligence, purpose, and so on, are characteristics of free people working for life. But ignorance can strip these wonderful things from us. Being a slave is simply being ignorant, but the chains we put on ourselves are so complicated and complex, each time you pull one side, another will wrap more tightly. What are these chains I’m talking about? Our beliefs.
Being free is a simple matter, to let go of our beliefs. Renounce them. But our beliefs will fight back to continue existing. When you work on a belief that made you poor, tens more will replace it.
I’m still on my journey of being free. I’m sharing these words to help anyone who’s struggling to become the best version of themselves they can be. If I compare my past self with my present one, I’m freer than ever, so I hope these words filled with all my love can help you.
–Uzziye Bakker’s memories.
“Oh, yes! Oh, yeah. Do you like it, bitch? Argh… Ha… Ha.”
His hot fluid fills my insides and his hands wrap on my throat. He pounds me two more times before taking his dick out. They remove my blindfold and untie my hands.
I see how they grab their things and put on their pants before leaving the room. Most adventurers that came for the farewell party already left.
“You have a nice pussy, we’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss sucking those tits!”
“For sure, her breasts are on another level.”
“I’m an ass lover, she isn’t the greatest, but it isn’t bad and her hole feels incredible.”
“What do you think about Lisa?”
“Her looks are good, but I don’t think her husband will let her fuck with thirty men.”
“There’s no one in this forgotten place that can replace Uzziye. We should grab one woman from another village.”
“I won’t miss her. She doesn’t know shit and is useless in battle. I still have the touch and can have any woman, unlike foul men like you.”
“Be careful with that fucking mouth. You still owe me seventy silver.”
They close the door and leave me in a pool of nasty fluids. I look to my left to see what’s left of my torn clothes.
What a bother. I don’t have more clothes. Should I travel naked?
I wish for them to be kind once in a while. At least I won’t see them again.
Who are they and why they fucked me? They’re adventurers like me, though they call me a fake ‘cause I don’t fight or kill monsters. I’m leaving this town, not ‘cause I want to. This place is falling to pieces, making money scarce, thus reducing food. And as a person who does nothing but have sex, they kicked me out.
It’s not like they wanted to. They love me but have no option. Their debts are increasing and the monster’s population is decreasing, so they no longer can have a teammate that only does chores they can do themselves. And even if I have the body of a goddess—with men and women alike craving for me—they can’t give me the food for their families. Though I lived for years in this place receiving food and money for sex and for being in their team, I’m not the only woman or man those adventurers can have sex with.
After fewer teams accepted me for quests, I had no option but to announce my retirement from this guild and transfer to another. And today’s party was for that. They prepared a delicious pie and fruit drinks. We had a light chat and then the few women that came had sex with me. Most women I know didn’t come ‘cause they’re too busy. But their husbands and sons came to have sex with me one last time.
The reason I’m popular, apart from being an outstanding beauty, is ‘cause I’m hard to impregnate. Very few women can have sex with more than thirty men on the same day and don’t get pregnant. And I’m one of them. Most women prepare themselves and their husbands to have kids, using special beverages to stimulate the man and get from them at least four to six cups of cum. Though it’s very exhausting for the man and can make them impotent if overdone. If it isn’t enough, they’ll invite another two men and have sex all day, hoping the woman can get pregnant.
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They discovered they could cum inside me as much as they wanted when I became an adventurer. The kind man that adopted me and taught me to fight had died a few days back, so these men took advantage of it and fucked me. They had told me it was a ritual to enter the guild, so I got naked and let them pound me until the next day, though later I knew it was a lie.
I think they feared my adoptive father’s spirit. He was strict and didn’t let anyone approach me, so they lied to me. If he was still here, I wouldn’t need to leave.
I miss him.
So, after enjoying my body and filling me with love, one of them invited me to their team. We had sex every day for weeks. Voice of it spread, but I didn’t get pregnant after three more teams realized my greatness and had sex with me daily. Then came orgies with ten men, twenty, and so on.
I’m the perfect opportunity for them to cum inside a woman apart from their wives or the wives of a friend trying to get pregnant.
As time passed, I got to know their families. They invited me to have dinner, take care of their kids, and unsurprisingly, to have sex. Bob’s wife liked me a lot and gave me money behind his back each time she could. She’s the only one that could make me reach orgasm.
Either way, my time here is over. I should move on before I starve and see this town fall apart.
I stand and go to the bathroom, grab a towel, and wet it to wipe my body. I cleanse myself, ‘cause I don’t know when I’d have the chance to take a bath. Then I go pick my dress and coat and stitch them to repair them, but the stitches look terrible. I grab a knife and cut them in a more revealing design.
I don’t like to show my belly or back, it’s uncomfortable. Though I have no problem exposing my boobs or legs.
I look at myself in the mirror. The strapless crop top looks decent, but the skirt is longer on the left side. At least my dress was plain, or I’d look funny with the same pattern in my top and skirt. I grab my armor and endure the cold in my belly while putting on the chest plate. I put on the shoulder plates and shin guards. Then I clean the room and grab my things.
In my bag, I have water, a knife, ointments, and some iron coins. The last thing I grab is my saber.
I take one last look at the house before leaving. I had to sell my adoptive father’s house. I look at the saber and think the house may be irrelevant to him.
The most important thing to him was to inherit the art of the saber, as he liked to call it. We weren’t close, and he didn’t treat me like his daughter. I was his disciple, and he was my master. But I didn’t dislike him. He was a nice old man. He took care of me for seven years, since I was eleven, and only asked in return that I learned to fight with the saber.
It’s kind of sad, though. The art of the saber is vanishing ‘cause no one wants to learn it. The preferred equipment to fight monsters is, from the most popular: shield and spear, polearm, shield and polearm, spear, greatsword, bow, long sword, ax and shield, crossbow, and at last single-handed swords and shield. And in the single-handed swords category, the saber is the least popular. Coupled with the fact most techniques are to fight other humans instead of monsters, my adoptive father had to settle with a dying and weak kid.
Thanks to that I’m alive, but he forced me into becoming an adventurer, and seeing the disappointed look in my master’s eyes before he passed away. He picked the wrong person to continue his legacy.
My mood is in tatters, so I didn’t realize someone was calling to me until she grabbed my hand.
With no time to react, she kissed me and put her tongue in. I let her explore my mouth and reciprocate her kiss. Only when she stops, I see who she is.
“I’ll miss you, my love.”
“I’ll miss you too, Cassandra.”
Cassandra is the daughter of the guild master. She works as a receptionist at the guild and loves to have sex, but she got into trouble. She had a serious relationship with Darius and became pregnant with his child. But he’s a married man.
“Here, it’s my gift.”
I take the bow and arrows Cassandra gives me.
“Thank you.”
She throws herself at me and hugs me while kissing my neck.
“I’m the grateful one. Thank you for saving my life.”
We hug for quite a while. She lets go of me with tears in her eyes and runs away. I too, continue my journey.
Marrying is a serious and sacred matter. Once done, it can’t be undone. You can, and it’s encouraged, to have sex with other people aside from your loved one, it’s healthy and well seen to fuck many people during the marriage. Except having sex for pleasure with your family members, but educational sex is okay. But having sex with the same person many times when you’re married, is frowned upon. This makes me kind of the exception because the townspeople know I didn’t have any interest in a serious relationship with the adventurers or their families.
Once you marry, you can only love one person for the rest of your life. Seek as much pleasure as you want, but you must keep the warmth of love to your beloved. Have fun with others, but remember sharing love is forbidden. These are the things you’d hear people say. Having a lover when you’re married is punishable by death; in the worst case. It depends on who’s the one seducing and other factors. In Cassandra’s case, she seduced a married man, so her punishment was death, no doubt.
If having a lover during marriage is a serious crime, getting pregnant or impregnating someone is much worse if there’s cheating. To do that, the couple must consent to it. If the wife wants to get pregnant and the husband can’t, the husband must agree for someone else to have a child with her wife and they announce it publicly, also saying who’s the one that’ll take part. If a woman wants to get pregnant and asks someone else’s husband for it, the wife must give her consent, and they’ll announce it too. Same-sex marriages are the same if they want kids.
What about me then? What if I got pregnant? ‘Cause I do it with everyone, it’ll be hard to figure out the father. In case my kid looks like the father, and he’s married, I’d have to leave the town. Even if the wife likes me and doesn’t care, I’m still at risk of anyone else denouncing it. Marriage is that serious of a matter.
So, how did I save Cassandra? I threw myself in the middle of her and Darius’ wife when she attacked Cassandra with a knife. Then I lied about being Cassandra’s lover and that we wanted to have kids.
I hate to lie, but I hate seeing people die much more. I can’t stand death unless it’s natural.
The result of it was a public humiliation for Cassandra, Darius, and me, along with ten lashes. Cassandra also had to abort. Thanks to my intervention and the guild master’s ability to hide the truth, we avoided Cassandra being executed and Darius losing his dick, or worse, Darius dying. The punishment for the husband depends on the wife, though. Darius moved away with his wife, and I had to live with Cassandra to prove we were lovers.
I prefer to forget about it, though.
Looking at the bow, I can’t help but smile mockingly. She doesn’t know me at all.