Beware Cursed Items

"Let's not take too long in here," the human girl, Vera, said as she moved with urgency to a large trio of barrels in a corner. "I don't have much mana left, and this room doesn't feel particularly safe."

The other three in the party exchanged annoyed looks. Between the half orc and the dwarf, there were few things left down here their strength couldn't match. And with the dark elf's impeccable hearing, what was there to worry about?

"Yeah, okay, princess," Darlo, the half orc, replied with a level of sarcasm that rolled naturally off his tongue.

Vera glared over her shoulder at him as she searched the barrels. He knew she hated the nickname, which made it all the more enjoyable to call her by it.

She was new to their group. The three of them rarely adventured with humans, or women. Just wasn't their style. But they needed a spellcaster for this dungeon and Vera had been in the right place at the right time.

Cric, the dwarf of the group rolled his eyes at their antics, but continued into the room to search for their goal, leaving the drow, Leffi, to stand by the door on lookout.

The dusty armoires and abandoned shelves held a few lasting treasures, maybe enough to get a couple hundred gold at the market on top of their quest reward.

Darlo came over quietly to Cric, careful to not catch the attention of Leffi who always thwarted his ingenous pranks whenever possible. He opened his hands in front of Cric to quietly show a black studded neckband. "Look," he whispered, nodding at the band and then toward Vera as she dug through a chest. Cric snickered. The neckband was reminiscent of a dog collar and he also found the idea amusing. He nodded, giving Darlo his blessing.

The chest Vera dug through was immense. She was on her knees, pulling cloth and jewels from it and piling them at her side. They needed to find the damned crown they'd been sent for so she could finish this damned quest. She had been so excited to join the adventures, but after hearing they planned on this being her only mission with them, she was ready to just go home and cry.

She couldn't understand why no one was willing to take her as a real member of their party. This was the fifth time she had been picked up to do a one off and she had really thought it would be different this time. A party with no spellcasters was a perfect fit for her! Vera knew she was rather weak, a scrawny girl by human standards, but her magical abilities were rather good. Not the best, but definitely useful in a number of ways for an adventuring party.

If this party didn't want her as a permanent member, she wasn't sure who would. She was almost 20 now. Perhaps her father was right and it was time she gave up on all this adventuring nonsense and got married to some drab farmer, have a dozen kids, become a boring old maid...

Tears stung her eyes as she kept them at bay, not willing to break down in front of real adventurers that she had not quite entirely given up hope of impressing. Her frantic search finally halted as she reached the bottom of the chest and found the glint of gold she had hoped for. She raised up the crown, beholding its tarnished beauty and let out a great sigh.

It was accompanied by a loud click as something snapped into place around her neck. A shudder rippled down her spine, heat welling within her as she instinctively dropped the crown to frantically feel at her neck.

"Oh, you found it! Wonderful," Darlo mused, picking it up from where she dropped it. He stepped back to join Cric in watching Vera's erratic tugging at the collar.

"What is this?" she said finally turning around. "Darlo, where did you get this?" He had already pulled a few stunts with her and was trying her best to play along and not be a spoil sport, but the warm sensation in her was beginning to tingle, making her light headed. She needed to think straight. With its placement on her neck, she couldn't get a decent angle to assess the item, but it was clearly magical.

"What is that?" Leffi finally said, turning from his post to assess the commotion. "Can you two never stop causing trouble?"

"Come on, it's just a joke," Darlo muttered, watching his work.

Vera bit her lip and looked up at the elf. If she was being honest, he was the main one she wanted to impress. His rogue nature, his dark features, his mysterious presence- it mesmerized her. And his courteous and thoughtful behaviour on their adventure thus far had only spurred her affections more. But currently she was beginning to get scared and needed his help.

Still kneeling on the ground, her thighs were beginning to rub together of their own accord as she continued to search for a clasp. "L-Leffi, I can't see it but it won't come off and it's... mmph, it's doing something to me. Can you identify it?" Her voice had begun to soften, a breathiness coming over it, causing Darlo and Cric to look less amused.

Leffi sighed and ran a hand through his white hair. This whole quest was turning into such a pain. Darlo's incessant flirting was beginning to drive him up a wall. Leaving the doorway, he came over to check the item, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. As soon as he passed the gawking pair of buffoons, he stumbled slightly.

Was the radius of it that wide? He was still 3 or so paces away from the girl. It wasn't strong enough to control him, but he still felt the pull of it. He took a moment to glare at Darlo who gave an innocent shrug. They would have to have another serious talk about the many dangers of unidentified items.

Groaning, he continued, crouching next to the poor, wide-eyed girl. He lifted the neckband, twisting it around her neck until he found the inscription. He cursed in his native tongue, shocking everyone. Grabbing one arm, he lifted her into a standing position. "Can you walk?" After her slow nod in response, he gave another sigh and walked briskly back toward the doorway. "We need to get out of here. Now."

Vera was stunned, but her altered, seemingly tipsy state left little room for contemplation. "Wha- Leffi, what is it?" She stumbled after him but only made it a few steps before Cric grabbed her wrist.

He was slightly shorter than her but far surpassed her strength. The grip he had on her made her uncomfortably aware of that fact. His eyes took on an almost hungry look as he licked his lips. "I don't... think we should... leave," he said monotonously, as though under some sort of spell.

That can't be good, Vera thought.

Leffi immediately turned and removed the dwarf's hand from her and pushed him back towards the opposite end of the room in hopes of keeping him out of the spell's range, "Control yourself, Cric. Your will should be strong enough to resist something like this." As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized who of them had the lowest will and turned his head in time to see Darlo backing Vera into a corner. It was taking all his strength just to restrain Cric, there was no way he could deal with Darlo at the same time.

Vera wasn't sure if anyone had ever looked at her the way Darlo was. She felt like a bright-eyed doe before a stalking mountain lion. Her foot caught on the pile of crap she had formed mere moments ago and she tumbled to the floor and to her horror, the half-orc followed, dropping to his knees over her.

Leffi closed his eyes quickly, trying to recall everything he could about this stupid artifact. "Vera, it's a cursed Nymph's Collar," he shouted over to her. Cric wasn't snapping out of it, even after being out of range. Once the effect is in place, it didn't seem to go away even after the presence is gone. Leffi cursed once more. "The spell should lift for the day if they help you finish."

The half orc was caressing her arms, moving his hands up them and then to the opening of her robes to begin unbuttoning her simple tunic. Her breathing had become quite quick, and her terror was mixed with that strange burning desire the curse was inflicting. "Th- th- they have to finish what?"

"Climax, Vera! They have to make you cum!" Leffi yelled, agitation taking on a new meaning for the dark elf.

Vera's mouth fell open, words unable to form in her mouth as Darlo leaned down to rake his teeth against her collarbone, his hands almost finished with undoing her top. A stifled moan escaped her, her body ready without her. "I'm- Leffi, I'm scared."

Leffi swallowed. This was a rather uncomfortable situation to be in. He fought against bringing her along from the beginning. He had a few magical abilities after all, they rarely needed more than the basic heal. Yet as soon as he saw her excitement to join them, all his arguments began to crumble. And now, his party was jumping at the bit, ready to ravage her, and yet she was still looking to him for reassurance. Her naivety and trust were hard not to find endearing.

"It's an attraction spell, Vera," he said, his voice lowering. "They won't harm you."

Her eyes closed, tears silently falling as she turned her head to the side. "Okay," she whimpered. It was hard not to fight back, but she resisted the urge. Leffi was probably right. They had been traveling for almost a week together now, even through the jestful nature and occasional disagreements, she didn't think they would cause her harm, even under a spell.

Darlo pulled her tunic open, exposing her breasts to the cool damp of the dungeon air.

Cric's struggles were increasingly aggressive until Leffi finally made the decision to let him go. If he didn't now, he might only extend the girl's torment, and she didn't deserve that.

As soon as Cric was able, he ran over to the scene, sliding in on his knees. His mouth and hands were on her humble chest in moments, accompanied by the startled cries of Vera's aroused response.

The elf backstepped toward the open door, peering out it to the hall to ensure no new encounters were awaiting them. He began to pull the door to a close before pausing, thinking twice momentarily whether he should be in the room or stationed outside the door. A sudden moan bounced around the room, and with his face filling with heat, he closed the door with him inside, turning to watch the scene.

Cric was nibbling on a nipple and thumbing the other as Darlo pulled her trousers and undergarments off over her boots. With her robes and tunic open and pulled down halfway to her elbows, her arms were limited in movement while the remainder of her was fully exposed.

As the dwarf worked on her breasts, Darlo's hands moved down to caress her newly bare legs. Down her hip and over her knee, up the inner thigh... She wiggled with the sensation.

The crisp air made it very apparent how wet she was. Vera knew that was mosty due to the curse, but her cheeks reddened with embarrassment regardless. It wasn't that she was new to sex. But sex was for bedrooms cloaked in darkness, only for those you trust, if not love. She wasn't one for promiscuity. She knew how frowned upon that was by adventuring guilds.

This wasn't a random tryst, though. This was just a case of your everyday cursed item, nothing to be embarrassed about.

Darlo's fingers finally made contact with her wetness, a slight mewling leaving her lips. He lifted her legs, opening them wide.

Vera, not ready for that kind of exposure, panicked but she had nowhere to move to. "Wait, wait, please-"

The half-orc handed one leg off to Cric, who took it without looking up from his tantalizing. Darlo held the other with one hand as his other went back to slide up and down her entrance. She was splayed open for him, more exposed than she had ever been in her entire life.

"Darlo, please, I- I-" She lost track of what she had to say as he reached into his pants, her eyes going wide as he pulled out his fully aroused member. Louder, frantic words came. "Darlo, what are you doing? You- You can't- It won't fit!"

"There, there, princess," Darlo mumbled sleepily, bringing his thick cock, dripping with his own excitement, to her slick opening.

From the doorway, Leffi crossed his arms, anxiously. He knew this was a type of charm spell and they wouldn't actively do her any harm. But pain and harm are not exactly the same thing under these circumstances. He contemplated interrupting, doing something to stop it, but this situation would continue until it met its natural end. And that meant both of the men, had to make her cum. There wasn't much sway he had over how they went about doing that.

He was also enjoying her erotic sounds and pleas, as loathe as he was to admit it. It took a great deal of control to not begin stroking his already hard manhood through his pants. Perhaps his will wasn't as strong as he thought it was.

Vera groaned through gritted teeth as Darlo forced the head of his cock into her. Tears streamed down her face as her body bucked against the two men. The stimulation was too much, she was struggling to concentrate. Was it pain? Or was the pleasure so strong that it burned? And did it even matter? Nothing she was saying was getting through. Her head was swimming as he pressed further into her, causing a gutteral noise she couldn't stop. A small sound escaped her assailant as he eased himself onward. Her moans echoed around the room as she took more and more of his cock than she ever would've imagined possible.

The dwarf suckling on her tit was beginning to tug with his teeth, grazing them gently around the nub as his free hand twisted and pulled at the other. Maybe it was pain she was feeling, but it was utterly delicious.

Darlo slid out from her and then swiftly back in half way. She squirmed and sputtered in annoyance, needing so much more. He pulled out once more, and then answering her secret desire, slammed into her up to the hilt. A sudden silence took the room as Vera's back arched, her eyes rolling back. And then he thrust again and her scream was shattering as ecstasy overtook her. He began thrusting repeatedly as her screaming broke away into the urgent moans and cries of a common whore. Everything in her was yearning for the release she so desperately needed. Her body shook, her very being vibrating in the throes of pleasure.

His pace steadily increased as her head lulled to the side, mind empty of her surroundings. "Please, gods, please, yes..." Her back rose again, pressing her mounds into Cric's musings, while her legs widened for deeper penetration of the impossibly large intrusion already underway. She was so close, so, so close.

Darlo's cock thrust harder, faster, until it finally drove her over the edge and her body convulsed, unbridled sounds of ecstasy taking over the entirety of the dungeon floor. As the waves of her orgasm slowed down, so did Darlo's thrusts. The girl lay, shaking, ragged, breathless.

Cric was moving off of Vera, slowly coming to his senses.

Darlo looked down at her, blinked several times, then licked his lips and swallowed. "What the-"

Before he could finish, the girl was being dragged off his cock and scooped into the arms of Leffi.

"Wait, I don't think I was finished," Darlo whined gruffly.

Leffi turned back to glare at his friend, causing him to recoil in surprise. "Yes. You are."

He left without them, heading back toward the camp they had made earlier in the dungeon. He was jealous, aroused, and worried- all emotions he did not generally care to have.

"I'm sorry, Leffi" the girl whispered into his cloak.

His pace slowed slightly, not understanding the need for an apology. He had assumed her to be unconscious, her eyes were still peacefully closed. "Sh, it's okay. Let's just get you back to camp."

She snuggled into his chest. "I wish it had been you."

A lump formed in his throat, his cock twitching with the statement.

Perhaps they had room for a fourth party member after all.