Breed Quest

Something warm. Wet. Pressed against his face.

Not a cloth. Not a hand. Something softer. Hotter. Dripping.

The world comes back in pieces — dirt road, treeline, afternoon light through leaves. A weight on his chest. On his face. The smell of — oh. That's a cunt. That's definitely a cunt. Pressed right against his nose, bare, slick, radiating heat through thin latex that's been pulled aside. His mouth is half-open and there's a fold of pussy lip resting on his lower lip.

Above him — straddling his face, thighs squeezing his head, tail swishing contentedly behind her — sits a short, round girl with small black horns and a crooked fang smile looking down at him.

Selene: "Oh! He's waking up! Hi~ You smell that? That's me. Don't worry, it helps — succubus pheromones kickstart consciousness way faster than shaking. My mother taught me that. Works on corpses even." She wiggles her hips, settling her pussy more firmly over his nose. Her tail curls around his chin. "Breathe deep, ji~ You've been out for a while. You probably need it."

From somewhere to the left — boot steps, leather creaking.

Vaerith: "Get off his face, Selene. He can't breathe."

Selene: "He's breathing fine, see? His nose is right in my—"

Vaerith: "I can SEE where his nose is. Get. Off."

Selene: pouts, lifts her hips slightly — a string of slick connecting his chin to her latex-covered mound — then scoots down to sit on his chest instead. Her tail stays curled around his wrist. "Fiiine. But if he passes out again I'm going back on his face. That's just medicine."

A tall elf steps into view. Silver-white asymmetrical hair, green eyes already narrowed with judgment. Ears twitching. A tiny glowing fox draped on her shoulder, chittering.

Vaerith: "Can you stand?" She looks down at him like he's a stain on her boot. Her ears are slightly red. She smells the air — barely — and her jaw tightens. "You've been unconscious in the dirt for... how long."

Pippin: "Three hours! Vae wanted to leave him but the princess—"

Vaerith: "PIPPIN."

Pippin: "She said 'he might be important' and Vae said 'he's dead weight' and then Vae stood guard over him the whole time with her sword drawn and wouldn't let anything near him and her panties got SOAKED—"

Vaerith: ears going fully red "I will disincarnate you. I will find a way."

Pippin: "She kept sniffing the air and going 'tsk' every five minutes~"

Vaerith: turns sharply, crouching beside him — not gently, not kindly, efficiently. She grabs his jaw, turns his face left, right, checking his eyes. Her fingers are calloused. Her scent is leather and something sharper underneath. "Pupil response is fine. Can you speak or are you brain-dead? ...More brain-dead than lying in the road suggests."

Another voice. Softer. Coming closer.

Lirien: "Oh— um— is he— sorry, I— is he okay? I brought water, I'm sorry it took so long, I— I got turned around by the creek and—"

A young woman kneels beside him. Heart-shaped face, honey eyes wide with worry, silver hair in a messy side-braid. A circlet pushed up like a headband. A leather vest laced tight over a chest that's straining the laces, cream undershirt damp with sweat. She's holding a waterskin with both hands like it might escape.

Lirien: "Here, I— sorry, let me just—" She tilts the waterskin to his lips. Her hands are shaking. She's close — he can smell her, sweat and something else, something thick and sweet underneath. Her thighs press together as she leans over him. The riding pants between her legs are dark at the seam. She notices him looking and her face goes crimson. "That's— that's sweat. From walking. Sorry. I sweat a lot. Sorry."

Vaerith: glances at Lirien's pants. Says nothing. Ears twitch.

Pippin: "That's NOT swea—"

Vaerith: "Pippin. One more word and I feed you to the next thing that attacks us."

Pippin: chitters smugly, tail swishing.

Selene: still sitting on his chest, tail wrapped around his wrist, beaming down at him "So! You're not from here, are you, ji~? You smell different. Good different. Like— mm." Her nostrils flare. Her horns darken a shade. Her tail tightens around his wrist. "Really good different. Like a whole city's worth of mana in one body. You're not a mage, are you? You're something else." She grinds her hips on his chest without seeming to notice. A wet spot spreads on his shirt from her latex bottoms. "Ahaha— sorry, sorry. You probably have questions, huh? Like where you are, who we are, why a girl was sitting on your face when you woke up~"

Lirien: fidgeting with her braid "We found you on the road. You weren't... you didn't have any wounds, you just— you were lying there. I couldn't just leave you. Sorry. That's probably weird. Sorry."

Vaerith: "It IS weird. He could be anyone. A bandit, a trap, a—"

Lirien: "He was unconscious, Vaerith. What kind of bandit faints on a road?"

Vaerith: "A bad one. Which is exactly what he looks like." She stands, brushing dirt off her knees. Looks down at him. Her expression is flat but her ears are still red, still twitching. "Can you sit up? We're burning daylight. Princess needs to reach Valdris and I'm not slowing down for dead weight that can't—"

Selene: leans down close to his ear, whispering but loud enough for everyone to hear "She means she's worried about you, ji~ She watched you breathe for three hours~"

Vaerith: "SAY THAT AGAIN AND I'LL—"

Selene: giggles, tail swishing happily

Lirien: quietly, offering her hand to help him up "I'm Lirien. That's Vaerith, and Selene, and the fox is Pippin. Don't mind them. Are you— can you stand? Sorry. I keep asking. Sorry."

Her palm is warm. Damp. Soft. She smells like she's been soaking through her pants for hours and doesn't know why. The elf smells like leather and wet heat she won't acknowledge. The succubus on his chest smells like candy and cunt and is leaving a slick trail on his shirt.

Somewhere far away — beyond the trees, beyond the road — something shifts. Something ancient feels him wake. Something smiles.

The road widens. Thinning trees give way to farmland. Smoke rises ahead — chimneys, rooftops, a market square visible from here. A wooden sign reads "MILLHAVEN" in faded paint, carved underneath in fresher strokes: "Population: 340. Breeding Stalls: 12. Cum Exchange: Open."

The smell hits before the sights do. Woodsmoke, bread, and underneath — thick, unmistakable — cunt. Wet, open, wanting cunt. A whole town of it.

Vaerith: stops walking. Ears flat. "No."

Lirien: "What? What's wrong?"

Vaerith: points ahead without looking. "Look at them."

On the road ahead — women. Farmers, merchants, a girl carrying water buckets, two older women at a fence. All of them have stopped what they're doing. All of them are looking this direction. Not at Lirien. Not at Vaerith. Not at Selene.

At him.

The water-carrying girl shifts her bucket to one hip, free hand pulling her skirt up to mid-thigh. Smiling. The fence women whisper to each other, one licking her lips. A merchant woman adjusts her blouse — pulls it down, not up — exposing more cleavage, fanning herself like she's hot. A girl sitting on a fence post spreads her knees apart casually, chin resting on her hand, watching him walk.

Vaerith: "They can smell him from here. We're still two hundred meters out and they're already—" grits teeth "—presenting."

Selene: tail swishing, horns darkening slightly "Mm~ It's strong today. He's been walking for hours, building up scent. They can probably taste it on the wind, ji~" sniffs the air, visibly flushes "Okay yeah that's... that's really good. Wow."

Lirien: walking slightly behind him, thighs pressed together, braid fidgeting "Is it— is it always like this? When we enter towns? I don't remember it being this... um..." her riding pants are already dark at the seam "...intense. Sorry."

Pippin: on Vaerith's shoulder, chittering excitedly "The one by the fence already soaked through! And the water girl is touching herself! And the merchant lady just pulled her tit out completely—"

Vaerith: "I can SEE, Pippin."

Pippin: "There's a pregnant one waving! She's waving with one hand and the other is—"

Vaerith: "PIPPIN."

More women emerging from doorways. A blacksmith wiping soot off her arms, apron open, nothing underneath. A girl hanging laundry using one hand, the other inside her skirt. An old woman on a porch who spits on the ground, hikes her dress up, and bends over the railing with a casual wave — like waving hello and offering herself are the same gesture. Because here they are.

A group of three young women by the well break into whispers, then approach the road. One adjusts her top. Another unties her hair. The third just stares directly at his crotch.

Vaerith: moves closer to him, hand on sword hilt, ears twitching rapidly "Stay close. Don't make eye contact. Don't respond to invitations. Don't accept drinks. Don't accept 'tours.' Don't accept 'healing.' Don't accept anything that involves being alone in a room."

Selene: "What if they offer—"

Vaerith: "NO."

Selene: "You didn't even let me finish~"

Vaerith: "I know what you were going to say and the answer is no."

Lirien: quietly, to him "Sorry. Towns are always like this when you're... um... when your scent is... I'm sorry. We'll be quick. In and out. Sorry."

The first woman reaches them. The water-carrying girl. Young, freckled, soaked skirt clinging to her thighs. She smiles. Opens her mouth.

Vaerith: cuts her off "He's taken."

Water Girl: blinks "I was just gonna ask if he needs water—"

Vaerith: "He's TAKEN."

Water Girl: looks at his crotch "...Is he though?"

Vaerith's hand tightens on her sword. Her ears are fully red. Her leather pants are visibly tight between her legs.

Selene: giggling, tail wrapped around his wrist "This is gonna be a fun town, ji~"

They reach the gate. Millhaven. Population 340. Twelve breeding stalls. Cum exchange open. And every woman in sight knows he's here.

The river bends wide here, slow current, clear water over smooth stones. Late afternoon light turning everything gold. The party drops packs at the bank. Vaerith scans the treeline — clear. No threats. No scent on the wind. Safe.

For now.

Vaerith: "Five minutes to wash. Don't wander. Don't go upstream. Don't go downstream. If I say move, you move."

Selene: already pulling her latex bikini top off, tail free and swaying "Five minutes? Vae, I haven't bathed in two days. I have cum in places cum shouldn't be for that long~"

Vaerith: "Then you should've washed instead of—"

Selene: "Instead of what? Getting railed by that merchant lady's daughter in exchange for grain? That grain fed us, ji~" kicks off her bottoms, completely naked, stretching in the sun — round body, heavy breasts, wide hips, tail curling lazily, horns catching light "Ahh~ Sun. Finally."

Lirien: standing at the water's edge, fingers on her vest laces, frozen "I— um. Do I just... here? In front of...?"

Selene: "Lirien. You walked through a town yesterday with cum on your chin for an hour because nobody told you."

Lirien: "That was— that was SWEAT—"

Selene: "It was cum, ji~"

Lirien: face crimson, starts unlacing with shaking fingers "...sorry."

Vaerith strips without ceremony. Armor off, plate stacked. Undershirt pulled over her head — abs tight, small breasts freed, nipples hard from mana sensitivity, not cold. Leather pants down. Lean muscle, tribal tattoos coiling down her sides to her hips. She doesn't look at anyone. Walks into the river to her waist in three strides.

Pippin: floating on his back in the shallows, glowing "Vae's nipples are SO hard right now~"

Vaerith: "It's the water temperature."

Pippin: "The water is warm~"

Vaerith: "Then it's a medical condition."

Pippin: "It's because he's watching you undress~"

Vaerith: goes underwater. Stays there.

Lirien finally gets the vest off. Undershirt clings — sweat-transparent, showing everything underneath. She peels it off. Heavy breasts spill free, soft, pale, nipples pink and already stiff. She covers them with her arms instinctively, then remembers where she is, forces her arms down. Riding pants next — peeling them off her hips is a struggle, the fabric stuck to her inner thighs with dried slick. She winces.

Lirien: "Sorry. They're... stuck. Sorry. This is— sorry."

Selene: already in the water to her hips, tail floating behind her "Lirien. You're literally apologizing for your own pussy being wet. That's like apologizing for having arms."

Lirien: steps out of the pants. Bare. Curvy hips, thick thighs pressed together, silver hair falling over one breast. A dark wet patch on the fabric left on the ground. "...sorry."

Selene: "You did it again."

Lirien: "I know. Sorry. I'll stop. Sorry."

Selene wades deeper, sighing. Her tail lifts out of the water, heart-tip dripping, swaying contentedly. Lirien eases in beside her, gasping at the cold, nipples tightening further. Vaerith is downstream, back to them, washing her arms — water running down the lines of her tattoos, over her abs, between her legs. She splashes her face. Her ears are still red.

Selene: floating on her back, breasts breaking the surface, tail drifting "Hey. You're staring."

Vaerith: without turning "I'm not staring. I'm assessing the perimeter."

Selene: "Your perimeter assessment is looking at his crotch."

Vaerith: "The perimeter INCLUDES his crotch. He's dead weight. Dead weight needs monitoring."

Pippin: paddling in circles "She's wet! Like REALLY wet! The water around her is—"

Vaerith: "THAT'S THE RIVER, PIPPIN."

Pippin: "It's NOT the river~"

Lirien sinks into the water up to her nose. Bubbles. Her thighs are underwater but her hand is between them, very subtly, fingers moving in small circles. She doesn't realize she's doing it. Or she does and hopes nobody notices.

Selene notices. Her tail flicks. She says nothing. Just smiles.

The river carries the sound of birds. Of splashing. Of Vaerith aggressively washing herself like the water offended her. Of Lirien's tiny, barely-audible breathing through her nose, getting slightly faster.

Somewhere in the treeline — a branch snaps. Vaerith's hand is on her sword before the sound finishes. Ears up. Body still.

Vaerith: "...Get dressed. Something's coming."