The Adventurous Adventurer Ch 04

I had gotten separated from the girls during a fight with a troll tribe and suffice it to say, I was not the survivalist of the group, so I had gotten lost quickly. Luckily, in all my fumbling around, I had stumbled upon (or more likely caught the attention of) this kind woodlander, who offered to guide me back to civilization. The gnome said her name was Daphne, and I was more than happy to make her acquaintance, even if I could only trudge behind her as she picked her way through the dense foliage.

She was an odd little creature, and I got the feeling she had been out here alone for a long time. She told me as much, a couple times even, but it wasn't hard to figure out besides. She said whatever thought popped into her head, even if it interrupted something already being said, even by her. She would mutter to herself, or shout out, or sometimes even start singing randomly for a few lines before going quiet and then repeating the same line again over and over without ever finishing the song.

But she knew the wilderness better than I knew my own skin. And whatever crazy she might appear to be, her mind was sharper than any blade I'd ever wielded. We would go hours without seeing another living creature besides each other, and when we did find one, it was always because she sought them out for aid or conversation or food. Like I said, I'm no survivalist, but she knew exactly what would appear on the trail, when and where, and could tell me what it meant so long as her thoughts went uninterrupted long enough.

As we settled in to camp for the second night, we continued our conversation about ourselves.

"So," Daphne said, "Your teammates are all women?"

"Yes," I answered. I had only mentioned them in passing until now. "Kelly is a halfling, she and I have been a team for a while. Ziura joined us about six months ago, she's an orc. And our mage, Lorna, the elf, we picked her up about five months ago." I took a bite of the rabbit we had caught for dinner and then opened my mouth to further describe my teammates.

Daphne interrupted, "And you are the only man in the party?"

I nodded and took another bite. "I have no idea how that happened, but yea, I'm the only-"

Daphne interrupted again, "Do you think any of them want to have sex with you?"

I hesitated at that question. "Well, I suppose so, yes, given that we have sex. What makes you ask that?"

"Well you're the only man," Daphne explained unhelpfully. "I assumed so many women would only crowd around a man to have sex with him. And you are quite attractive for a human."

I chuckled at that and ate some more rabbit. I didn't have a response.

"Which one?" Daphne asked.

"Which one what?"

"Do you have sex with?" Daphne quickly added "And how often?"

"Well, all of them, actually." I said sheepishly, suddenly self-conscious about the fact. "It hurts Kelly, so I don't actually have sex with her very often. She likes to have sex with the other girls though, so she usually interjects if she thinks I'm going to have sex with one of them, although she usually still sticks to them. Lorna likes sex, so she likes to have it every few days or so if we aren't busy. She doesn't mind sleeping with Kelly either, so I think the two of them also have sex with each other without me sometimes. Ziura is already pregnant, so she-"

"Pregnant? With your child?" Daphne interjected.

"Yes, she's my war-bride," I explained. "She doesn't need sex very often since she's pregnant already, but sometimes she just gets horny. She seems to only like having sex with me though, so Kelly only gets in on that if she's very lucky, and Ziura still doesn't really seem to care for it. So far all four of us have only had sex together once and it was a bit of a mess."

"What exactly is a war-" Daphne started before interrupting herself, "Are they all trying to have your children?"

"No," I replied. "Ziura does because she's my war bride, that's how that works for orcs. She's trying to have my child so my 'warrior genes' can make her tribe stronger through her child. Kelly very much does not want to have any children, least of all with me. Lorna...you know, I don't actually know about her. We haven't discussed it, but she doesn't seem to care at all if I finish inside her or not."

"I like your party," the gnome said with finality. "I would like to join it."

I laughed at that. I joked, "Well just so you know, having sex with me may be a requirement." I laughed again before going to make the joke known. "I'm just-"

"Oh, I had assumed as much." Daphne stood up as she said that, tugging at her armor.

I'd be hard pressed to call it armor really, it was more just cured leather clothes. It seemed sturdy enough, but is was really only likely to be protection against tree branches and thorns, not against a determined enemy. Her top only covered from her ribcage up to her neck and shoulders, although it also had attached shoulder pauldrons despite leaving her stomach completely exposed. Tufts of fur poked out of the holes where the leather ended, so it was probably fur-lined throughout, as were the rest of her clothes actually. She was also wearing vambraces that covered from her wrists to just above her elbows, leaving a small bit of her forearms exposed. She was wearing pants that didn't seem to be fur-lined since no fur poked out of her waistband, but her pants tucked in to knee-high boots which were fur-lined.

I watched her disrobe, quickly finishing my dinner as I realized she was not kidding. I think I could have told her I was kidding and she probably would have insisted on the sex anyway. How was I so lucky? I don't know, but I wasn't about to be stupid on top of it.

Daphne stood before me in all her glory for just a moment before advancing on me. Her skin was lilac purple, except for her nipples, which were dark indigo spots on her smooth, little breasts. Her pink eyes had a directness that knew exactly what they were looking at, and what they were looking for. Her cerulean hair shot out from her head in limp spikes, except for the curly, untamed mess of it that covered her crotch. She was slender like Kelly, and in equal, if not better, physical condition. Her breasts were about the same size as Kelly's too, by absolute volume at least. She was easily more than six inches taller though, so they seemed slightly smaller relatively speaking.

"You're taking too long," she muttered as she tugged on my trousers to get them off me. I let her remove them as I peeled off my own shirt. My cock was already stirring, and the sudden night air against it certainly helped. My new friend tossed my pants aside and took the stiffening thing in hand to encourage it onward. As soon as she had a good grasp on it, she brought her face to mine and began to kiss me. I was rock hard in no time, and I don't think Daphne wanted to wait very long, but I held her face to mine for a moment longer when she first went to pull away.

I relented though, and she straddled me while lining up my cock to her hole. She sat down on the thing and let out a happy moan that told me she had been waiting for this for a long time. She savored the feeling before continuing, and I enjoyed it right with her. She seemed to have plenty of room to accommodate my impressive member in her petite frame.

It occurred to me exactly how different the races I'd been with were beyond the obvious. Lorna was like a light, flexible human woman, except for the indescribable quality her skin had that made it difficult to stop touching her. Kelly was basically a human woman at half-scale in all dimensions, even internally. That made her extremely tight, almost painfully so, but it's also why I bottomed out inside her and why she was always so sore afterwards. Ziura had plenty of extra space and stretch to her sex organ, although her additional muscles also made it difficult to achieve any extra penetration and made pleasuring her an exhaustive chore, if a worthwhile one. Daphne, like Ziura, seemed to have some extra space internally, and she was eager to utilize it. I briefly considered making a point of continuing to sleep with women of different races, perhaps taking notes and publishing my findings along the way, but who would be interested in that anyway?

Daphne pulled me from those thoughts by beginning to move. She raised herself up, almost to the point that I though I would slide out of her, then swirled her hips with my head just in her entrance before letting herself drop back down again. Her breasts rippled at the impact, her dark nipples bouncing around as her hips slammed into mine. She repeated the act several times, raise, swirl, drop. Raise, swirl, drop. Raise, swirl, drop. I loved the feeling. I think she did too, but she changed just as I was starting to get into her rhythm.

She started to grind against me, balls deep. Then she would bounce a few times on my cock before settling down again to grind some more. She took my hands in hers and brought them up to hers, letting me feel the supple little organs against my palms. She leaned against my hands, at first I thought to encourage me to be more forceful. She was soon leaning against my hands entirely though, and I realized she was using them more as supports to change gears once again and start riding me hard.

I enjoyed that, so I let it happen for a while. Then, I decided I'd let her have enough control, so I took over. I sat up and grabbed hold of her to change positions. I stood her up next to a log we had laid down as a bench and camp boundary, then turned her around and bent her over it. I ran my fingers over her overgrown mound and kept her going as I repositioned myself behind her. I got on my knees to be about level and spread her legs a little further apart to lower her to the perfect hight for the position. I took my cock in one hand and her little lilac butt in the other to bring us back together.

I slid back into her as easily as if we hadn't stopped and I began to ram into her as she started to moan in pleasure. Her head was hanging limp, so with my free hand, I reached forward and took a fistful of her hair and pulled back gently. Her head lifted at my direction, and her pleasured wails sounded through the clearing we had made camp in. She turned her head to look back at me as much as she could with her hair still tangled around my fingers. The pink in her eyes swirled in a way I might have loved to stop and watch if I wasn't busy making them do that...at least I assumed I was making them do that.

My mind again drifted as I considered what that might have been. Probably just the firelight reflecting in them asI rocked her body with my rhythmic movements. But it didn't look like firelight, so maybe it was really happening. Was it some of her own magic? Was that a spell, or part of her biology? I hadn't noticed her casting a spell, so it probably wasn't that. And what exactly was making in shift? was her her sexual pleasure specifically? Or just that she was enjoying the moment? Or just feeling anything intense at all right now?

Daphne again pulled me back to the task at hand by shifting. She curved her back upwards, standing as vertically as she could without taking away my access. She guided my hands from their respective places to her chest to resume playing with her breasts. Once they were at work, she reached up and back to grab my shoulders for support, stretching about as far as I thought her little buddy could go to do so.

I liked the way it felt like I was about to slip out of her, even as I pushed back into her. I'd been in this position before, or something similar, with other women and I liked it well enough, especially since they seemed to like it too. But there was something about this particular time that made me like it all the more, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I was really enjoying this, enough that it made me want to increase my pace and finish as soon as possible.

But no matter how hard or fast I pounded into her, I didn't quite get the rest of the way to orgasm. I could feel myself getting closer, but I still wasn't quite there yet. Which was odd, because like I said, I was really enjoying myself. It was strange that I hadn't cum yet, not that I was a quick-shot, but I didn't last forever either.

I slipped out of her and bounced my cock off her ass when I went to go back in. I paused to try to reset, but Daphne moved quicker and was on her knees in front of me with her lips around my cock before I could even get my hand back around the thing. And if I thought it felt good to fuck her, I had no idea what her tongue could do until now.

It wrapped around and stroked and touched every inch of flesh that could fit in her mouth, which, like her pussy, evidently to have more room inside than it first seemed. I could feel myself hit the back of her throat a little more than halfway down, but that still looked like more than she should have been able to take. Not that I would complain at that, or that I started when she opened her throat and started taking my cock even deeper.

No woman had ever taken my cock beyond the back of her mouth before, and although I'm sure there was a good reason why, I'm sure I didn't know what it was. This feeling was warmer, tighter, and wetter than her cunt had been and I had to restrain myself from forcing my way in and violating her throat to my heart's content. She did plenty of work to keep me satisfied so I didn't have to anyway.

And all the while, she looked up at me. Her eyes flashed and swirled in a mesmerizing, hypnotic dance. Her expression, as much as I could read through just her eyes, was somewhere between the deepest of lust and the most amorous of passion. I don't know what I must have looked like to her, but I finally felt the release coming after so long.

As Daphne took me back into her throat, I grabbed the sides of her head and fucked her face savagely and without mercy. Her eyes never showed any sign of pain or fear or discomfort as the wet slurping sound in her throat mixed with my grunts of joy. At the last moment, I wrapped my fingers through her hair and pulled her off my cock, taking it in the other hand and furiously stroking the last second to orgasm.

I fired off directly onto her face, the first rope landing in the space between her nose and lip. The next went directly into her mouth, but without any aim, so the following shot up and dragged across her cheek, over her nose, and finally pasted over her left eye. A few more ropes left her face smeared with a mess of sweat, cum, and brilliant smiles.

I gasped and heaved as the exhaustion caught up to me. Apparently, it hit her at the same time, and we just looked at each other as the sweat collected on our bodies and our breath filled our lungs. I watched as the color in her eyes settled and went still. Then we collapsed and slept.

We did eventually make back to civilization and met up with the girls. They accepted Daphne readily. Kelly loved her immediately and they became fast friends, apparently having sex regularly as far as I can tell. I think the two of them were fully bisexual, so they were happy to fulfill each others' needs. Lorna occasionally also has sex with them, usually only at their request though. I think she doesn't mind having sex with them, but I'm pretty sure she's only really likes having sex with me. By my guess, Ziura is entirely straight, because other than once at Daphne's extreme insistence, she still hasn't slept with anyone but me.

Oh, and I found out what was up with Daphne's eyes. Gnomes have a magical empathy with people they are sharing intimate moments with, mostly sex. Their eyes do that swirl thing while the empathic link is active. That's also why it took me so long to cum, because with the link active, I couldn't cum until she did and vice versa. It's also why she was so focused on just making me cum, because she got just as much pleasure out of it and was finished as soon as I was. Neat. Maybe I should reconsider that racial sex guide idea...