The day was beautifully sunny as Jaina and Roric stood in the town square looking over the message board. There were plenty of minor tasks the various NPCs wanted done, most of which were basic fetch quests. Roric was trying to figure out which ones would be the most lucrative while she twisted nervously and searched the faces around them. She had slept soundly through the night, exhausted by the firm pounding Roric gave her. However, when she woke in the morning, Roric was already up, reading what appeared to be a letter. It turned out several of the patrons who witnessed her dance wrote love letters asking her to meet them for private encounters. These were slipped under the door for her to find and were being read by Roric.
She wasn't sure if she should be amused or frightened, but Roric reacted with pride. He loved knowing that people desired his pet and wanted to flaunt that he owned her. She was more than happy to play along, clinging to his arm and looking at him in awe when people were around. Now they were looking for something to do that would earn a little coin and get him closer to level five.
"This one might be worth it," he said and tapped one of the papers. "It says the NPC buys zemmic necklaces for four bronze each."
"What was a zemmic again?" Jaina asked as she looked at the paper.
"A sort of plant creature about the size of a small goblin," he recalled from the classes. "If I am remembering it right, they are intelligent, so they have a chance of dropping coins and other loot."
"So we might earn treasure as we kill them, and then more for turning in the necklaces," she surmised, proud of her master.
"That's what I hope," he said and turned to look down at her. "I just want you to know I love you, and I appreciate what your doing."
"Are you breaking character?" Jaina asked with a smile.
"Not at all," he said and put a paw on her shoulder. "We aren't pretending anymore. You really are my slave, and I intend to live the life I always dreamed of with you serving all my lusts and needs. You will be chained to my throne and spend your days dancing naked as I watch. Then you will refill my wine and fall to your knees to put that sexy mouth to work. I just want you to know that I love you, and I appreciate the sacrifice you're making for me."
Jaina felt her heart racing again as he spoke so confidently about her role. It caused a storm of sensations that raised goosebumps on her skin. She loved feeling this excited, so she decided to play along and urge him on.
"Then, hurry up and get to level five. I want to feel your collar around my neck," she pleaded while rubbing at her neck longingly.
He took her hand, and together they walked across the little town, heading into the western hills. They stumbled across a large green lizard that they killed just because before arriving at a sea of tall waving grass.
"I think the book said they hide in the grass and build low huts out of it," Roric said as she looked about. "They probably blend in and are hard to spot until you are close."
"Can you track them?" she asked as they waded into the grass.
"I don't know yet," he replied as he took out his weapon. "Until I find one to establish its scent, I doubt I could distinguish it from the grass. That reminds me, did I level you up last night?"
She nodded with a blush and wide smile and admitted that she was level three. It was unbelievable that she could level by having some of the best sex of her life, but she wasn't about to argue it.
"Did you get anything useful?" he asked while scanning for danger.
Jaina shrugged and willed open her character sheet. Normally it was invisible to anyone but the user, but she tapped the box to make it appear so he could see it.
"What is pleading innocence?" he asked, and she tapped it to bring up the description. It allowed her to convince people accusing her of anything that she was innocent or turn any request she made into a powerful plea. It could reduce a target's hostility but didn't work if it was already attacking.
"At level three, I got a morphic ability to slightly alter my size and a seductress ability called allure. I am not sure what good that one will do. All it does is cause people to notice me, even if they are busy or distracted, but they have to be able to see me."
"I bet we can think of a good use for that," he said and looked at her points. "Hmm, you have six talent points to spend. Put four of them to boost erotic dance, and use the last two to purchase the endurance skill. Maybe if we boost it enough, you won't need a nap after sex."
"Maybe if you didn't fuck me like an animal, I wouldn't be so exhausted," she countered.
"You like it that way," he laughed as she smiled in agreement. He then looked over her starting skills and asked her to open a seductive smile. She did so without hesitation, and he read through the skill and started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"It says here you get a bonus to the skill if you're naked," he pointed out.
"It does?" she asked and looked at it herself. He was mostly right; the bonus depended on how naked she was, with a small bonus for slightly revealing to a massive bonus for absolutely bare.
"See, you were meant to be naked," he said and took hold of her dress. Before she could say a word, he pulled the laces open and yanked the dress off her body. He folded it up and put it in his pack as she looked around nervously. He then ordered her to take off her panties and added them to his bag.
"There, now you're ready to use your skills to their max," he said with a smile.
Jaina looked around nervously, hoping nobody else was about. They hadn't seen anyone out here all morning, but that could change at any moment. Roric looked at her body with a hungry smile and pulled her into his arms.
"I know you're scared about this, but let's try to go as long as you can to get you used to it," he said soothingly and stroked the back of her head. "If people show up, I will let you get dressed."
"Thank you," she whispered, grateful he understood.
He took her hand and led the way through the grass and eventually over a small hill into an odd clearing. Almost immediately, the grass moved, and something about waist-high rushed out. It was humanoid in shape but resembled a doll made of yellowed reeds with black eyes and green leaves for hair. It wore nothing she would call clothing but wielded a sharpened stick with clear intent.
Roric released her hand and readied his long-bladed spear. He rushed the little creature as it produced a shrill cry and ran at them in return. Meeting it in the middle of the clearing, it took him only three hits to drop the odd creature. However, before he could loot it, two more showed up.
These also had sharpened sticks, and they shrieked their warcry while trying to stab him. He found fighting two far more challenging and took two small stabs to the leg before he could drop them both. Jaina discovered one of the weaknesses of her class in that encounter when she realized she couldn't heal him until after combat.
"Roric," she cried and ran in when the last creature fell. She quickly grabbed his face and planted a kiss, receiving his tongue in return. It only took a moment for the healing to take effect, and she leaned back to wipe her lips when it finished.
"Your kisses are very wet," she laughed.
"I can't help it," he replied and bent over one of the bodies. He turned it over to see that it contained nothing but the stick, so he moved on to another and found one of the necklaces. The third one also had a necklace, but aside from that, all they had were sticks.
"Well, if we kill a few more, we can start a campfire," he suggested and discarded the sticks.
"I realized in that battle that I can't heal you until after," she said and took his arm. "I saw you get stabbed, and I felt so helpless."
"You're not helpless," he said and stroked her head. "And I should be able to handle a bunch of these."
"But what if we get too many of them?" she asked.
"Then I guess we find out what it feels like to respawn," he laughed and looked across the clearing.
He took the lead and went further in, quickly finding more. An hour later, they had fourteen necklaces and a small blue stone to show for their trouble. Roric was teetering on level three, and Jaina was more than halfway to four. As he looked through a body, she realized that she had forgotten she was naked except for her boots. The rush of combat and the uncertainty of the outcome had quickly taken her mind off it.
They pressed on and, over the next rise, found the first of the zemmic villages. It was a cluster of about a dozen huts with twice that many of the odd creatures running about. Roric crouched low in the grass and suggested they stay back as this was far too many. Just as he was about to turn them around, a shrill cry filled the air, and one of the beasts came running out. Roric was on it immediately as Jaina fell back to watch the fight. Almost immediately, the cry was answered by a dozen more. Jaina turned to see one of the beasts rush out of the grass; its sharpened stick pointed her way.
"My dagger!" she cried to realize her weapon was with her dress in Rorics pack. Roric saw her peril and tried to disengage to intercept it, but too another stab to the thigh.
"Jaina, run!" he cried, but the creature was already on her.
Just as Jaina was about to scream, she remembered her skills and racial traits.
"Claws!" she shouted, and her fingers stretched and thinned until they ended in long sharp blades. She swiped the stick aside and slashed with the other hand, cutting four neat lines across the wicker-looking creature. It squealed and pressed the attack, stabbing wildly as she slashed at it. Three more rushed out of the grass and jumped on Roric as he started to bleed from multiple wounds.
Frightened by the sudden turn of the battle, Jaina grabbed the thrusting stick and yanked the creature forward. As it lurched toward her, she buried her other hand in its chest and then flung the lifeless body into the dirt. By the time she turned around, Roric had two dead at his feet, but there were six more around him. Jaina realized he couldn't fight so many at once and was about to run into help when she had another idea.
Focusing on her powers, she triggered allure. Four of the beasts suddenly stopped and turned to look her way. While she had their attention, she ran her hands along her naked body and used a seductive smile. The four creatures wandered away from the fight and headed her way, leaving Roric with a more manageable two.
