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“Fuck… Ngh, ngh, nnnngh-fuck,” I whine. It’s so intense, I can’t help myself. I hate how young and pathetic it makes me sound, but I can’t help that, either. I’m young, and currently very pathetic. “Fuuuck, Mika…”
“I know,” he gasps. “I know, me too. Just– fuck, just hang on, okay? Don’t cum, Mickey, don’t cum. Not yet, okay? Just hang on a little… a little longer…”
“Mika…” I whine, because if I don’t let it out, I’m definitely gonna cum. I want to glare at him, and I want to beg and plead with him to just let me cum, but I can’t. I have to keep my eyes squeezed shut, because if I open them, if I see him again, all naked and sweaty and hard and naked like that, it’ll push me right over the edge. And I’m already low on stamina.
“Mickey, what’re you doing? C’mon, sis, don’t stop! Keep going, c’mon!”
“Huh?” I grunt, because I am still going – I haven’t cum yet. What the hell is he talking about? I open one eye to glare at him, but that’s a mistake, because he’s still hot and naked and sweaty, and there’s a long string of precum dangling from the end of his big, hard dick that’s jiggling in the hottest, most mesmerizing way.
“Your hands! Mickey, your hands! Keep going!”
Oh. Right. My hands. I tighten my grip and start stroking faster again.
“Longer strokes,” he coaches me through gritted teeth. “Yeah, like that. And make sure– make sure your hand rubs the underside of the anther each time. See? See how it vibe– vibrates harder when you do that?”
“Yesss!” I arch my back with a hiss and curl my toes, because the thing inside me – the anther – that one’s buzzing the hardest.
“Just ignore the one in your– between your legs! Focus on your hands. We gotta make them pollinate, sis!”
“Pollinate… right…”
I try to focus on my hands, stroking the plant-dicks – the stamens, he called them – stroking them up and down as fast as I can, making sure to stimulate the underside of the head with each upward stroke.
It’s not easy to stroke them effectively when I’m also holding onto them for balance, the stamen buried in my pussy suspending me in the air just high enough that my toes barely touch the ground. The way it’s vibrating inside me is already driving me insane, and something tells me it’s only gonna vibrate more as it gets closer to pollinating me.
I don’t look next to me, where Mika is dangling in the air with an anther in each hand, frantically stroking them, with a third plant-dick buried deep in his ass. He’s a lot higher off the ground than me, so his boner is closer to eye level than usual.
And I definitely don’t watch that long string of precum finally drip from his throbbing tip.
“Mikaaa?” God, I sound so needy and pathetic. I feel so needy and pathetic.
“Yeah? Faster, Mickey…”
“What happens if… if I cum?” God, I want to cum so bad I can barely think.
“Your st-stamina’s low, right?”
“Y-yeah…” Really low, actually. We’d already been running and fighting for hours before we got caught in the danger flower, and stroking plant dicks is exhausting.
“Well, cumming would just dr– nnnngh, just drain your stamina… even more. If you pass out, those stamens in your hands are gonna want to pollinate your mouth instead.”
“Oh. That…” That didn’t sound that bad. Would that really be so bad, as long as I got to cum first? Actually, I wouldn’t even have to be awake for it…
“Mickey! The plant doesn’t care that you need to breathe!”
“Oh…”
“It’ll suffocate you! And I can’t help you, I’m running on empty too!”
“Mikaaa…”
“Just keep stroking, Mickey!” he pleads, sounding just as needy and desperate as I feel.
I do. I keep stroking. I focus everything I can on the stamens in my hands, and I rub them like my life depends on it. Because it does, apparently. If I can’t get this plant off before my stamina runs out, I’m done for. We both are.
I can’t stroke them both effectively at the same time, though. Without any sort of leverage, I’m just flailing, and I can tell I’m never going to get this damn flower to jizz if I keep going like this. I’m going to lose the war of attrition. I have to try something else.
“Mickey? Mickey! What are you doing?”
“Is it toxic?” I ask.
“Huh?”
“Mika, the pollen! Is it toxic?”
“It’s… it’s…” I look up, and I can tell he’s frantically scanning all the data he has on the flowers. “It’s coveted by some species as an aphrodisiac, and might be mildly hallucinogenic? Nothing about it being dangerously toxic, though.”
“Great, I can handle that,” I agree, and continue straight-arming one of the stamens, not even bothering to jerk it anymore, just using it for leverage. I finish pulling the other one towards my face, and examine the head of the plant dick. The anther, whatever. It looks like a dick, except the head is a longer, lumpy oval shape, and orange instead of a dark pink. And the shaft or whatever is kinda green, but it’s definitely a plant dick, and I know how dicks work, so I stick my tongue out and lick the tip.
Guys always love it when you lick the tip, and apparently killer sex plants do too, because I can feel it shudder and start to vibrate faster. So I lick it again.
It tastes… a little sweet, and a little bitter? Honestly it tastes like I’m liking someone’s dick after they stuffed a bunch of flowers down their pants. It doesn’t feel like a dick on my tongue, though. Instead of smooth or slimy, this dick is chalky.
That doesn’t stop me, though. I’m taking a gamble here, and my life – our lives are on the line. So I lick it again. And again. And then I open my mouth wider, and start awkwardly sucking on the tip. It surges, and I can feel it trying to push in farther, wanting to pollinate me deeper, but I hold it firm and only let the tip past my lips, sucking on just the front part of the head, and flicking it with my tongue.
I gather all my focus and willpower, and concentrate on giving this fucking plant the best blowjob of its life. After a minute, it even quits fighting me, and I can resume stroking its shaft and tickling the parts of the anther that won’t fit in my mouth, and it seems to enjoy that, judging by how much it starts to vibrate and pulse.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been thinking of it like a dick? I was imagining it would start buzzing faster and faster, and I’d have some sort of warning before it jizzed its pollen into my mouth in a few strong spurts from the tip. You know, kinda like a dick?
Instead, I get absolutely no warning. One minute I’m sucking on the buzzing tip, and yeah it’s buzzing faster, but not like it’s building up to something or anything. And the next second, it’s exploding pollen in every direction, all at once. It’s like somebody blew up a color bomb right in my face! I barely snap my eyes closed before my face is coated in thick, sticky pollen.
My first instinct is to swear really loudly, but I can’t do that because holy fuck I can’t breathe!
I cough like a Galgoran elf whore after his fifth trick in as many minutes, and it’s a good thing the plant penis that just exploded in my face is going limp, because I suddenly don’t care about holding it anymore, I’m just coughing and clutching at my throat, and wondering if I’ll ever be able to breathe again.
“Mickey! Mickey, are you okay? Holy shit! Mickey! C’mon, don’t die on me, sis! I need you! Mickey? Mickey, say something!”
“Fuck,” I croak, and cough a few more times.
And apparently, the powerful, rhythmic spasming of my core muscles as I cough my guts out is enough to push the plant dick in my pussy over the edge, because suddenly I feel an explosion in my fucking vagina, and it hurts like hell and my health bar drops, and I can feel the excessive amounts of pollen spraying out of my cooch like the worst case of diarrhea you could imagine, and I end up trying to laugh at the absurdity of it and scream in pain at the same time, all while I’m still fucking coughing, and I end up choking out a hiccup instead, followed by a loud burp.
At least I managed to maintain my death grip on the third plant penis. It’s the only thing still keeping me vaguely upright as the thing in my pussy goes limp and I’m finally allowed to collapse towards the ground.
“Mickey! Mickey, say something! Holy shit, Mickey! Mickey!”
“Fuck,” I groan, hoping that’ll make my brother shut up. I’m completely overwhelmed, and I just need a minute to– “Holy shit…”
“Mickey? Are… are you okay? What’s going on?”
“Holy shit, Mika… Mika, the pollen!” I croak. My eyes are still glued closed by the pollen, but somehow my health bar is suddenly completely full again, and I can see my stamina bar refilling way, way faster than normal.
“What? What about it?!”
“It’s gross and bitter and fucking everywhere,” I rasp out, “but it’s definitely not toxic. I’m at full health, and… and full stamina, holy shit!”
“What? Seriously? Mickey, that’s great! Oh, thank Zyphos, I thought you were gonna die!”
“Yeah, it kinda felt like it,” I agree, clawing at the pollen coating my face with my free hand. I’d really like to open my eyes, but they’re kinda glued shut. Why did I assume the killer sex plant would have light, powdery pollen I could just brush off? Of course it’s sticky and gross. Of course.
“...Hey Mickey?”
“Yeah?” I reply, tentatively cracking one eye open. I can only open it about halfway, but at least none of the pollen is getting in my eye, so that’s good. I turn my half-open eye up to look at my brother.
“D’you think you could h-help get me – ah! – get me down now? P-please?”
“Oh. Right,” I agree. He’s still hot and sweaty, and very naked, and his boner is leaking again.
I release my death grip on the remaining stamen, and it immediately darts toward me, but it’s positioned too high on the giant flower, so now that I’m on the ground, it can’t reach me.
Rare Achievement: Pollinate This! – Escape an encounter with a Greater Trap Pollinator without climaxing
Skill unlocked: Edgelord 1
Skill increased: Edgelord 2
Oh, cool! An Achievement! With a new skill as a reward! I’m about to go diving into my skills menu to see what it does, but Mika’s starting to grunt and groan, and that sounds really fun. I use my newly free, slightly less pollinated hand to wipe my other eye clean while I look up at him.
Oh fuck, he looks so hot, holy shit! He’s nerdy and kinda scrawny, and I’ve known him as long as I can remember, but he’s also naked and erect and whining my name, and all I can see is his boner flexing and his hips thrusting in the air, inviting me to touch it and lick it and suck it and pollinate it, and–
“Shit, Mickey! The stamens! Hurry, the stamens! They’re waking back up! Quick, cut them off!”
“Huh? Oh, shit!” Apparently the giant murder sex flower doesn’t have the same kind of refractory period as most guys, cuz the two dicks that just exploded in and on me are stirring and stiffening back up, and that can’t be a good thing.
Frantically, I wipe my eyes clear again and search around on the ground, staying out of reach of the stupid plant dicks this time. Where’s my fucking– There! I lunge to snatch up my sword, but it jumps out of the way and I have to grab for it two more times before I actually latch onto the grip and spin up into a ready stance.
… And I keep spinning for another half-second before the plant dicks are finally in front of me, and reaching for me, and opening their little mouths to bite me and vomit more disgusting plant cum in my face. That sounds really bad, so I Slash! out at them, yelling my refusal to be a pathetic little girl, and Slash! and Slash! as the slippery fuckers bend wildly and laugh at me until my blade finally takes the head off the first, then the second. It takes me another five tries before the third one falls lifelessly to the ground, and I can grin up at my brother, panting in triumph.
“There,” I tell him with satisfaction. “No more plant dicks!” I have to turn a little to the left to keep facing him, then a little to the right, because he keeps moving. Why does he keep moving? That’s kinda rude.
“Uh… Mickey? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, fine. Why? What’re you doing up there? Come down here, I wanna– oh, hey! Mika, look at your boner!”
“What? What about– Mickey, quit playing around. Just let– nnngh, Mickey! Just let me down, okay?”
The way he says my name sends shivers through me, and suddenly I remember how hot I feel, and how tight my whole body is, aching with all my pent up energy, and my pussy throbs painfully, needing to feel him, needing his dick inside me.
His dick, big and hard and right in front of my face, flexing with power, begging me to come closer, so I do, I come closer and closer, staring at it, wondering how I never noticed just how beautiful it is, the way his flared, dark pink head looks so smooth and glossy, and how another big drop of clear lubrication oozes from the very tip, promising tasty, slippery things.
“Mickey! Mickey, don’t! Mickey, what’re you– Stop! Mickey, I can’t!”
I dart my tongue out and lap up that clear bead of sweet nectar before it drips wastefully to the ground, and I moan with my brother at how good he tastes. I lick him again, hoping to coax out more of his nectar, and he rewards me with another small drop that I close my eyes and savor. Except I can’t see him with my eyes closed, and I want to look at him, at how beautiful he is, so I open my eyes again and see how beautiful and hard his dick looks, and I lick him again, but there’s no nectar this time. And he squirms, pulling away. I laugh at our new game, and chase him with my tongue, tagging him a few times before catching him with my lips and sucking to hold him in place. He gasps, and I gasp too, because he feels so good in my mouth, and when he throbs, my whole body throbs with him, and my pussy clenches around my fingers and everything feels so… amazing… And when I suck him again and he throbs again, my whole body throbs again, and it’s delicious, and I can’t stop, and I moan into him, needing to show him just how wonderful and delicious he is.
And he throbs back, agreeing, and throbs again, and again, and then he’s jerking and spasming, and he tastes like euphoria even before he floods my mouth. He screams, and I moan my agreement into him, and how have I never realized how good his cum tastes? I want more, I want all of it, and I greedily drink it down, and then keep sucking because I want more, I want more of him, I want to keep tasting him and I know there’s more in there, I just have to suck it out…
It startles me when his body spasms violently, and a spray of sticky yellow pollen erupts from his butt, coating his thighs and my chest and belly, and everything around us, and I can’t help but laugh because that’s the weirdest, grossest, funniest thing I’ve ever seen. And I laugh and laugh, and laugh so hard that I have to hold onto his dick for balance as he droops, and he looks so angry and exhausted, the only part of him that isn’t going limp is his dick in my hand, and he’s so cute, I can’t help it. I lean forward and kiss him just before he rudely collapses to the ground without even kissing me back.
“Hey,” I complain, frowning down at him. “You’re s’posed to kiss me!”
“Mickey,” he groans, and lifts a finger to point. “Mickey, look– Look out!”
“What?” I frown, and follow his finger to the plant dick in front of my face. “Oh!” Wow, where’d that come from? Plants have weird dicks, and apparently they don’t have eyes, because one of them thinks my ear is my mouth, and the other one thinks my belly button is my pussy, and that’s so silly of them, why are dicks so dumb? They never know what hole they’re aiming for and always need help, so I giggle and guide the one at my bellybutton lower until it finds my pussy the way it’s supposed to and I gasp as it enters me eagerly and starts vibrating, and holy FUCK that feels AMAZING, and I can’t even remember the last time I got to cum because it’s been so long, and why is this plant so good at sex? It’s making me feel so good, and I want to make it feel good, too, so I turn my head to the dick poking my ear and lick it, and giggle at the way it buzzes against my tongue. And it’s just as eager as the one in my pussy, and I laugh because dicks are always so eager, and it doesn’t need me to help it find my mouth this time as it eagerly pushes as far into my mouth as it can and starts buzzing against the back of my throat in the strangest way that makes me moan and clamp around the dick in my pussy, and I’m in heaven as my whole body starts to tingle and shake, and I moan again and I can feel the dick in my pussy buzzing harder, and I stroke the dick in my mouth with both hands, and I can feel the cliff approaching even though I can’t breathe, and I’m tingling and buzzing and everything’s fuzzy as the whole world darkens and the only bright spots are the two buzzing pods in my throat and my cooch, and– and– oh fuck, oh fuck…
The dick in my throat suddenly goes limp, even though I’m pretty sure it didn’t cum, and that confuses me long enough that my own orgasm doesn’t arrive quite yet either, and then the dick in my pussy goes limp too, and I want to scream in frustration because I was so close to what was definitely going to be the best orgasm of my life, the best orgasm of anybody’s life, ever, but I can’t scream, because there’s a limp plant dick lodged in my throat, and why couldn’t they both have just kept going a little bit longer? Why are dicks always rude like that, always going limp right before they finish the job? If it’s not gonna keep going, the least it could do would be to pull out of my throat so I can breathe again, because I really need to breathe. Like, really, really need… need to…
There’s a strange tugging sensation deep in the back of my throat and I gasp, taking in a breath of fire and coughing out pain, and as a new wave of pins and needles washes over my body, I can feel myself convulsing uncontrollably, and all I can do is gasp and cough and stare up into my brother’s face as he yells frantically, and is he the one shaking me? Or is that me?
“Mickey! Are you okay?! C’mon, sis! Just breathe! Breathe for me, that’s it! Mickey! Say something, please!”
He looks so scared, and I’ve never seen him look that scared before, and I don’t like it. I don’t like him looking at me like that, but it takes me a while before I can stop coughing long enough to say his name and wrap my arms around him in the tightest hug I’ve ever given anybody.
“Mika,” I rasp, and cough again.
“Mickey,” he sighs, sounding relieved.
“I–” can’t speak without coughing several more times– “love you.”
“I love you too, sis,” he replies, sounding relieved. And I know it’s true, I can feel his love radiating into me through our hug, and it’s warm and safe and it feels like bliss, and I love him too, so I hug him even more, and arms aren’t enough, so I hug him with my legs, too, clinging to him because he feels so good, and the more of him I can feel the more love I feel, and I hope he can feel it too, because I love him, and I want him to feel as good as I feel.
And he hugs me back, laughing, and I giggle, and we giggle and laugh and love and hug each other.
“Fuck, that was close,” he says breathlessly. I can feel him trying to sit up, but I’m still wrapped around him and I’m still enjoying our love, so he’s not going anywhere. “Thanks for saving me, though.”
“Mmm,” I agree, squeezing him harder, and nuzzling his neck. “Mmm… Hey Mika?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m really high.”
“Yeah, I think so, too,” he chuckles, and the way his body shakes gently jiggles our love in a really weird way, and I want to feel that some more. “You must have swallowed a bunch of the pollen. I’m kinda high too, I think. But not– not like you.”
“Mmm. Hey Mika?”
“Yeah?”
“Your boner’s touching my pussy.”
“Oh! Oh, sorry! I didn’t–”
“It feels nice,” I sigh, because he tries to pull back, but my legs are wrapped around his butt so hard that all he can do is rub the underside of his shaft against my clit, and I can feel his love everywhere we’re touching, but I can feel it in my clit more than anywhere else, and it feels hot and delicious. All of him is delicious, and I want to taste all of him again, so I lick his neck, tasting the pollen residue and sweat and dirt and boy and family, and I love him. “I love you,” I breathe, and lick him again. And I remember licking his boner, and how good that felt, and I want to feel that again, I want to feel his boner again, more, more than just my clit, I need to feel all of it. “Mika…”
“Mickey?” he breathes back into my ear, and he sounds so tense. He can feel our love too, I know it. He’s just scared of it. Boys are always so scared of love, but I can help him. I know how to help him.
“Put it in,” I tell him, and lick him again. He tastes so good, and he feels so good, and I can feel him throb against my clit.
“Mickey…”
“Put it in,” I tell him again, and gently grind my love into his boner to make my point. “I love you, and I know you love me too, and I wanna feel you loving me, Mika. I wanna feel all of you. Please… Please, I’m so close, I just need to feel you. I still haven’t cum and I want you to feel it when I do, please Mika. C’mon, please? I wanna feel your love inside me…”
He doesn’t reply, but he doesn’t need to. I can feel how much he wants to feel that, too, and it’s making me ache. He flexes his hips again, trying to move, and this time I loosen my legs just enough to let him, and moan into his neck when I feel his tip slide down into place. And he pauses, poised, ready, hesitating…
“Mika…” I beg, clinging to him. I need him, I need to feel his love, and it’s so close, it’s right there, just waiting. Why’s he waiting? “Mika…”
“Mickey,” he replies, kissing the side of my head, and it’s tender and loving and sweet, but it’s not the kind of love I need right now, I need–
“Oh!” I gasp, feeling him sink himself into me in one deep, tender, loving thrust. “Mika!”
“Mickey,” he agrees, his breath hot on my ear as he sighs his love into me.
“Mika,” I groan, and squeeze around him, holding every part of him as tight as I can, wrapping him in as much love as I can.
“Mickey,” he agrees, pulling out just far enough to slam back into me, filling me with his love. It fills me, bright and hot and exquisite, and nothing has ever felt as good as my brother’s love, and I moan in ecstasy.
“Mika!”
“Mickey!”
He fills me again, and I moan again, loving him and needing him and I hope he feels it too, feels how much I love him, because I do, I love him and I love his dick, and I love how much he loves me, and I want all of it, and I want it faster, I need it faster, I need it.
“Mika…”
“Mickey…”
He fills me faster, and I’m so full of love, and it’s been building for so long that I can feel it, it’s close. I’m ready, and I want him to feel it when I finally, finally climax, and release all of my love into him. I need him, and I need him to know how much I need him, and I need– I need– I–
“Mikaaaaa!”
“Mickeeyyy!”
Every inch of my being concentrates and condenses into a black hole of need and desire and pleasure and ecstasy and love, all centered around his dick inside me, and my whole world compresses down into that one bright, beautiful dick, burning inside me–
And I explode.
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“Fuck,” I pant three hours later, or something like that. I don’t have a fucking watch, but I know it’s been a long time.
“Fuck,” Mika agrees, collapsing onto the ground next to me. “Mickey, I don’t… I dunno if I can go anymore. I think I’m tapped out…”
“That’s okay,” I nod, and push myself up to a sitting position. Fuck, I’m kinda sore. Like, everywhere. “I think… I think I’m okay now. I’m still kinda horny. But, like… I don’t think I’m really high anymore.”
“Good,” he sighs, closing his eyes. “Cuz my stamina’s low again.”
“Yeah, you’re kind of a wimp,” I agree with a smirk. It’s a lie, I’ve never seen a boy cum that many times in three hours or whatever. It was impressive. And I can tell that the pollen has definitely worn off at least most of the way, because there’s something in my chest that’s squirming now, remembering everything I just did with my brother. But I also remember how fucking amazing it all felt, and how much we both loved every second of it. And I always knew my brother was hot in some weird, fucked up, scrawny, nerdy way. But now as I sit next to him, looking up and down his sweaty, sticky, pollinated naked body, my eyes are drawn to his wilting dick, and even though he’s my brother, just seeing it makes my guts glow. It’s love, and lust, and comfort, and safety, and it’s my brother. I want to reach out and play with it again like a new toy I just can’t put down.
I sigh and decide to let him rest, though, because that’s probably still the lingering effects of the pollen talking. And he needs to rest. We both got a hell of a workout, but his physical stats have always been weaker than mine. He hates it when I call him the brains and myself the brawn, but we both know it’s true.
Sometimes. This quest was his idea, and yet somehow he hadn’t thought it might be helpful to learn a fire spell before navigating the flower forests of Nak-Tuth to harvest a cutting off the ancient Tuthie vine for a minor lord on Spiegal who wanted to grow it in his garden. A fire spell would have been really handy, because we sure as hell can’t afford me a fire weapon, and Nak-Tuth is a pre-industrial technology zone. So we blew through our stock of torches thinning out the hordes of Minor Pollinators and Lesser Thralling Vines about an hour before I suggested we sit in the shade of the attractive, giant lily for a quick snack, and to see if we had anything else in our inventories we could wear.
Those Thralling Vines were vicious, and I realize I’m hugging myself, remembering their sharp leaves and grabby tendrils slowly stripping us naked as we delved deeper into the forest. I guess it’s good I was wearing my cheap leather armor, instead of the secondhand Galactic Militia kit I got a few months ago. Silver lining of the Pre-Industrial Technology Zone, I guess. The only reason we aren’t both covered in a million tiny cuts and slowly bleeding out is because Mika kept healing us both as we went. At least he’d thought to purchase that healing spell before our last quest.
Too bad my Scholar brother hadn’t recognized the Greater Trap Pollinator until after we’d sat down, set our weapons aside, and let it grab us. We could have avoided this whole sticky, awkward, hot mess.
Really hot, I think to myself, looking my naked brother up and down. Again. The way he’s just collapsed, splayed out and completely unguarded is so… honest. And open. He trusts me enough to expose himself like that, naked and everything. And he trusts me to keep him safe while he rests. Only my brother could trust a Rogue like me that way. And I love him for that.
Him and his sexy, sweaty, naked, pollen-covered self.
Fuck, why am I still so horny? It’s not fair, I should have just force fed him some more of the pollen, until he was just as high and horny as I was. Too late now, though. Now than I’m finally coming down.
Unless I have a little more pollen, too…
Nope. Nope, that’s a bad idea. Don’t need to be a Scholar to see the flaws in that plan.
We’ve seen each other naked before, of course. We’re siblings and we’re all each other has, and we try to act like it. Shit happens when you’re an adventurer in the Galactic Union, though, and it doesn’t happen every quest, but it’s also not usually surprising when a quest ends up with one or both of us naked, or having to do something sexual with someone or something like that. Like that time we got caught by a native orc tribe on HaBabaBa, trying to harvest some of their glowworm silk. They hadn’t hurt us or anything, thankfully. Just demanded that every member of their tribe be allowed to fuck Mika’s ass as payment. Three times each. Including the women. And children. Nobody touched me, they just tied me up and forced me to watch. Which was weird at the time, but in retrospect I think it was actually kinda hot? Watching my brother get railed non-stop for two days?
Yeah. That’s a really weird thing to think. I’m not supposed to think my brother is hot, and I’m not supposed to want to watch his ass get pounded repeatedly by sixty-seven orcs, and I’m definitely not supposed to ride his cock for three hours straight and still ache for more. Something must still be going on.
I’ll talk to him about it when he wakes up. He’s supposed to be the brains, anyway. I’ll just try to ignore how hot he is and how horny I am for a while.
I get up, stretching and looking around. Our little clearing in the forest is calm and quiet. A serene little oasis, now that the sex trap death flower is dead.
Dead…
Fuck. It isn’t dead yet, is it?
I turn and look up at the slender, arching leaves of the giant, majestic lily. Very much alive. Even the flower, still beautifully open and inviting in front of me, looks vibrant and healthy, save for the stumps of its stamens that are starting to regrow.
… Starting to regrow. Well, we can’t have that, can we? I pick up my sword. This plant is too dangerous to let it live.
Slash!
Slash!
Slash!
Half an hour later, I’m sweating again and breathing hard, and wishing I had an axe instead of a sword, because this plant is a lot tougher than it looks. I’m down to two leaves, though, then it’ll just be a bunch of stumps sticking out of the ground, and if that doesn’t kill it–
“Hey. Uh… what’re you doing?”
“Oh good, you’re awake,” I pant, glancing over at my brother, who’s– Oh. Oh, yeah. He’s awake alright. Does he know he has a boner again? He has to know, right? Did he forget he’s naked? Shit, so am I. And he can see me. Like, all of me.
Oh. Maybe that’s why he has a boner.
“What’re you doing?” Oh. Oh, he knows he’s naked, and he’s just trying really hard to ignore it and act casual. Oh, that’s so cute. Oh, and now he’s blushing? I should tease him about blushing. Or about his boner. Or about blushing about getting a boner for his sister. Fuck. “Mickey?”
“You’re just in time,” I say a little impatiently, and tuck a stray clump of sweaty hair behind my ear. “You can help me finish killing this stupid thing. I think it’s almost dead.”
“Oh, uh. Sure, I guess?”
“Unless you have… something more important?” I challenge between heavy breaths. “I can turn around if you need to take care of your… little problem.” I probably don’t need to look pointedly at his boner to make my point. But I do it anyway. Pointedly.
“N-no, I don’t need– I’m fine.”
“Great! You can take that one, then, while I finish this one. That way you don’t have to worry about getting distracted looking at my butt.”
“Oh for the love of– Shut up, I hate you.”
“Love you too, bro. Now, get chopping. A little manual labor will do you some good, anyway. Help build up some muscle, so you’re not just skin and boners.”
“Skin and– Oh, fuck off. I hate you so much right now.”
“Really? That’s not what it looks like. Cuz it looks like you really, really–”
“I said fuck off,” he says, probably trying to sound exasperated, but it comes out as more of an adorable, embarrassed whine.
I laugh, and watch him stomp over to the other giant leaf sprouting out of the ground, and start hacking at it with the sharp, pointy end of his spear. It’s stupid and weird, but I kinda like the view from back here.
As soon as we get the final leaf down, the notification comes through.
Level 23 Greater Trap Pollinator defeated
Level up!
Oh, sweet! Level 23? That must have been a lot of XP. Clearly; enough to level up.
“Sweet, I can level up!” Mika grins.
“Me too,” I grin back. Leveling up is a big deal. “Should we do it now?”
“Sure,” he says, looking around. “I think we’re safe enough here? I think all the other monsters are trained to steer clear of this guy.”
“Okay,” I agree. We’ll be distracted while we decide how to level up, but it’s not like we’ll be completely unaware. We should be fine. And leveling now could give us a nice advantage as we work through the rest of the forest on our quest.
We sit down side by side on the ground and get ready. This has been our ritual every time since we spawned right next to each other three years ago. Every time we level up, we sit down and go over our stats and options together before locking everything in.
Granted, we’re usually wearing clothes when we do this, but there was that time hiding in a cellar in the cat village on Felix-3…
I shift around, trying to get comfy on the hard-packed earth, grab my brother’s hand to hold, and close my eyes to focus on my stats.
Level 10 unlocked. Level up now?
Yes.
Level 10 rewards:
+3 Attribute Points
+3 Skill Points
+1 Skill Unlock
Level 10 bonus reward:
+1 Profession Specialization
You may choose a Rogue Profession Specialization:
Independent Rogue
Sly Rogue
Charming Rogue
No Specialization (+5 Attribute Points)
What are the differences between the Specializations?
Independent Rogue – Teamwork makes somebody else’s dream work, and you work best alone.
- Gain +2 Strength, +2 Agility, +1 Intelligence, +2 Willpower, and -2 Charisma
- Unlocks the Two’s A Crowd trait
Sly Rogue – Honesty’s a virtue, but subtlety’s more fun.
- Gain +1 Agility, +1 Dexterity, +2 Intelligence, and +1 Perception
- Unlocks the Slightly Mysterious trait
Charming Rogue – Who doesn’t want more friends?
- Gain +1 Strength, +2 Constitution, +1 Dexterity, -1 Intelligence, -2 Perception, +3 Charisma, and +1 Luck
- Unlocks the Foursomes and Moresomes trait
What do those traits do?
Two’s A Crowd – You have a knack for acquiring new skills that emphasize self-reliance. Which is good, because you have a hard time convincing others to join your cause, and don’t often get invited to join in on the fun
Slightly Mysterious – Everybody finds you fascinating and oddly alluring, but trust doesn’t come easy. You have a knack for acquiring skills that lend themselves to covert endeavors
Foursomes and Moresomes – You make acquaintances easily, and enjoy being the center of attention. You have a knack for skills that boost or are boosted by the allies around you
Hm. I’ve read a little bit about some of the basic Rogue specializations, but I think I mostly paid attention to the different battle specializations, and maybe only skimmed the social specializations? I can’t remember if I read it or just assumed it, but I feel like social specializations aren’t very common for Rogues.
Oh. Maybe Mika remembers something! He did a bunch of research into leveling and specialization and stuff last year. He probably even remembers a lot of it! Well, I guess that’s the benefit of being a Scholar?
We always consult each other before making our final decisions anyway, so he’ll probably have–
“So?” he asks. “What’re your options? Anything good?”
“Interesting,” I say. “Take a look.”
Share my stats with Mika.
You have offered to share your stats with Mikael
Mikael is viewing your stats
Mikael has offered to let you view their stats. View now?
Yes.
Mikael, Level 9
Scholar
Adolescent Human
Contemplative Male, age 14
I skim ahead past the stuff I already know to his rewards and profession specializations.
Level 10 rewards:
+3 Attribute Points
+3 Skill Points
+1 Skill Unlock
Level 10 bonus reward:
+1 Profession Specialization
Mikael may choose a Scholar Profession Specialization:
Learned Scholar
Resourceful Scholar
Hardy Scholar
No Specialization (+5 Attribute Points)
Tell me more about the specializations.
Learned Scholar – Information sponges always want to learn more
- Gain -1 Strength, -1 Constitution, +1 Dexterity, +4 Intelligence, and +2 Perception
- Unlocks the Bookworm trait
Resourceful Scholar – What’s the point of knowledge without practical application?
- Gain -1 Strength, -1 Constitution, +1 Agility, +2 Dexterity, +2 Intelligence, and +2 Perception
- Unlocks the Keen Eyed trait
Hardy Scholar – Even nerds should be able to handle themselves in a pinch
- Gain +1 Strength, +1 Constitution, +1 Agility, +1 Intelligence, and +1 Perception
- Unlocks the Scrappy trait
Tell me about those traits.
Bookworm – You thirst for knowledge, and find it easier than others to retain information you read or hear in conversation. Your big brain comes at a cost, though, leaving you physically underwhelming
Keen Eyed – You often notice things that others might overlook. You have a knack for skills that help identify resources, creatures, and locations
Scrappy – You might not be the most physically intimidating, but you know how to take a hit, and hit ’em where it counts. You have a knack for skills that give you a boost when things are dire
Huh. Those are some interesting options. I don’t really like the sound of the Learned Scholar. It sounds a little too… specialized for our low level. Unless we settle down in a city or a larger station somewhere, and never go on any more adventures. I might be the brawn, but I’m not brawny enough for the both of us. He at least has to be able to protect himself. But settling down into a life of relative safety sounds boring as fuck. And I think he probably agrees. He’s the brain, but he likes our adventures, too.
“I don’t think you should choose the Learned Scholar option,” I tell him, because there’s no use beating around the bush.
“No,” he agrees. “It’s too limiting. And I don’t think you should go for the Independent Rogue option, for the same reason.”
Oh. That one hadn’t sounded too bad to me, but I guess I can see what he means. “Oh. You just don’t wanna be stuck with me if my Charisma is too low. I see how it is.”
“That’s not it!” he insists quickly, squeezing my hand. I don’t look at him, and make sure to keep my expression neutral, just in case he’s looking. “It’s just… Well… You know. If we stick together, you’d end up missing out on a lot of skill opportunities.”
“So what? We fuck once and now you’re planning our entire future together?” I frown, but still don’t look at him. That oughta make him stew in embarrassment.
“That’s not– I didn’t– Oh, you’re such a bitch,” he complains when I crack and smile. Then, in a grumble, he adds “Besides, that was more than just once.”
“Pfft,” I laugh, conceding the truth of that statement. I honestly don’t remember how many times we fucked, but it was a lot. Although… do they count as separate fucks if he didn’t pull out or even pause between orgasms? And just kept fucking me as hard and fast as he could?
“So. No Learned Scholar, and no Independent Rogue,” he summarizes, and I can hear how awkward and uncomfortable he is remembering what we did. He doesn’t pull away, though. And I don’t have to look to know that he still has a boner. We should still talk about what happened, probably. But not right now. “I don’t think you should take the Charming Rogue, either. Again, for the same reason. I think we should stay flexible, able to work independently, just the two of us, or with a team just as effectively.”
“That makes sense,” I nod. Not that he can see me nodding. “So that leaves Sly Rogue, then. Okay. I don’t really know if you should pick Resourceful Scholar or Hardy Scholar. They both sound pretty good to me.”
“Okay. Yeah, I think I’m leaning towards Hardy Scholar, but the skills for Resourceful Scholar are pretty good. What were you thinking for skills?”
“Oh,” I frown. “I didn’t look at those yet.”
“Oh, sorry. You should. You’ve got some, uh, some interesting choices.” The way he says it makes me immediately suspicious, so I set aside his stats for a minute to focus on mine again.
I immediately realize that I didn’t look at my skill choices, because they’re dependent on the Profession Specializations, and I have to choose one first.
Sly Rogue.
Profession Specialization: Sly Rogue selected
Reward Skill Unlock: Choose a Skill to unlock
Convincing 1 – (Passive) You are better at hiding the truth, and the lies you tell are a little more believable
Misdirection 1 – (Active, 10 minute cooldown) You can distract your target, briefly drawing their attention away from other threats
Seduction 1 – (Active, 5 minute cooldown) You know just what to say and how to move to pique the interest of your target, slightly lowering their guard
No new skill – Receive a +1 Skill Level Token for later use
Huh. Sly indeed. Misdirection and Seduction sound… surprisingly similar? I feel like they shouldn’t be that similar to each other. Is seduction always a sex skill? Maybe Mika knows what the differences are. Wait, was that what he meant by “interesting choices”?
I quickly check the skill options for the other two Specializations, too. They both come with one boring option, one useful option, and one rather embarrassing option.
If I go with Independent Rogue, I would be able to choose the Self-Satisfied passive skill, which would boost all of my stats by one tenth of one percent per day since the last time anybody else made me orgasm, capped at five percent.
If I go with Charming Rogue, I can pick the Better Together passive skill, which would boost my stats by one percent every time somebody else gives me an orgasm that day, capped at ten percent, but reset to zero if I masturbate.
Wait, is that one percent per person, or one percent per orgasm?
… No response. But rereading the wording, I’m pretty sure it’s per orgasm, which means it’s okay if it’s Mika each time.
Which is a weird fucking thing to think. Fuck.
Doesn’t matter anyway, we already decided I’m going with the Sly Rogue Specialization.
I switch over to looking at Mika’s stats again, and check his skill options, starting with Resourceful Scholar.
Profession Specialization: Resourceful Scholar selected
Reward Skill Unlock: Mikael may choose a Skill to unlock
Outside the Box 1 – (Passive) You sometimes suspect there might be other ways to accomplish your objectives, and are a little better at finding them
MacGyver 1 – (Active, 90 minute cooldown) In a fit of inspiration, you are sometimes able to use unlikely objects in surprising ways
Clear Headed 1 – (Passive) Orgasming grants you +2 Intelligence, +2 Perception, and +2 Willpower for 60 minutes. Does not stack, but additional orgasms reset the timer
No new skill – Receive a +1 Skill Level Token for later use
Well, that’s… fascinating. All three of those sound… very useful, I guess. But that last one… Would that mean he’d just have to jerk off every hour to keep his stats up? That might be fun to watch.
Or, wait! If I have a skill that requires orgasms, too, then we could kill two birds with one stone–
Fuck! No, that’s so messed up. He’s my fucking BROTHER! What the fuck is wrong with me?
I shift around, trying to get comfortable again, and switch to see what his other profession offers for skills.
Profession Specialization: Hardy Scholar selected
Reward Skill Unlock: Mikael may choose a Skill to unlock
Emergency Reserve 1 – (Automatic, 24 hour cooldown) Your augmented adrenaline glands grant you an emergency boost of 1% of your max health when your health would otherwise drop to zero
Second Wind 1 – (Active, 90 minute cooldown) Immediately restore up to 20% of your max stamina
Hardened 1 – (Passive) While erect, gain +2 Strength, +2 Constitution, and +2 Willpower
No new skill – Receive a +1 Skill Level Token for later use
I almost burst out laughing at the idea that he’d have to quickly get himself hard before every fight, and make sure he stays hard through the whole thing. I could probably help with that…
That certainly explains why he’s more interested in the Resourceful Scholar skills, even though he’s leaning towards the Hardy Scholar Specialization. Of course he’d want to orgasm a bunch of times every day rather than have to keep an erection during a fight.
I could probably help him out either way.
“I think you should take the Seduction skill,” Mika says. He sounds hesitant.
“Why? What’s the difference between that one and the Misdirection skill?”
“Well, um… okay. Imagine we’re in a dangerous situation. A big fight or something. The Misdirection skill lets you distract the enemy, which would let me land an attack. That’s not that big an advantage, though, because I suck at fighting. Seduction’s different, though. Seduction lets you get closer, and gets them to drop their guard so you can land the attack. And you do a lot more damage than I do, unless I pick up some sort of backstab bonus at some point. Which doesn’t look likely.”
“Oh. Yeah, okay. That makes sense,” I nod. I’m relieved that he can tell the difference between the two. And I love that he’s honest about his limitations. A lot of guys aren’t. “What about you?”
“I’m… I’m thinking the Emergency Reserve skill,” he says. He doesn’t sound very sure, though. “It doesn’t sound like a lot… but if I take a big hit by surprise, that could save my life.”
“That’s probably smart,” I agree, even though part of me really wants him to choose one of the horny skills.
“Yeah. I considered…”
“What?”
“No, nevermind.”
“What?” I insist, squeezing his hand harder. Almost enough to hurt. He grunts softly. “Just tell me. You know I hate it when you do that.”
“Fine! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just… I considered how some of your skill options could synergize with some of mine. But it’s not worth it.”
“What skills?” I persist. He’s being evasive and every time he does this I have a need deep inside me that simply won’t let me leave him alone until I know exactly what he’s hiding.
He knows it, too. “If you took the Better Together skill, and I took Clear Headed,” he sighs, “it would mean our stats would get boosted. You know, every… every time we… have… sex…”
“Mika,” I frown, and squeeze his hand harder again. I even open my eyes so I can properly glare at him. “That almost sounded like you saying you want to fuck me again.”
“No, wait!” he cringes away from me, “It’s not like that! I don’t– I mean, I do, but it’s just– It’s the trait! I’m sorry, I can’t help it, please don’t hurt me!”
“The trait?” I ask, frowning for real now – this time in confusion. “What trait?”
“The one we got? As a reward? For… for the achievement? I’m pretty sure– Yeah, you got it too?”
“What trait? What achievement?” I snap, closing my eyes to focus on my stats again. I vaguely remember something about an achievement, but that had been–
“Oh, you got another one, too…” he says. “Wait, you got a Rare Achievement? And I didn’t?! No fair! And a new skill? Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“What achievement? What skill?!” I demand. “Mika, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“It’s a hidden achievement, so I can’t see what it is. Just look,” he advises, but I’m already doing just that, frantically closing my eyes and flipping back to my own stats, even waving my hands like a spawnling as I navigate the info. I leave the skills and professions for later so I can view my achievements, and there they are. Two new achievements.
Rare Achievement: Pollinate This! – Escape an encounter with a Greater Trap Pollinator without climaxing. Skill unlock: Edgelord 2
Uncommon Achievement: Thicker Than Blood – Abandon all inhibitions with a close relative. Trait unlock: Incestuous
“The fuck?” I growl. Mika knows me well enough that he can tell I’m not really directing that at him.
What is Edgelord 2?
Edgelord 2 – (Passive) Gain +1 Willpower and +5% Stamina while continuously aroused for at least 2 hours, until you orgasm
Fuck. That kind of sucks, actually. Two fucking hours before it even kicks in? That’s fucking insane. Guess I’m never using that skill.
What is Incestuous?
Incestuous (adjective): Constituting or involving sexual intercourse between two or more closely related persons
Yes, I know what incestuous means, you piece of shit. What is the Incestuous trait?
Incestuous – How can something so wrong feel so right? You are inexplicably drawn to your closest relatives, and the feeling’s mutual. You find that many of your most fulfilling sexual experiences are the ones that are kept within the family
“Fuuuck,” I groan. “When the fuck did that happen?”
“You really don’t remember?” Mika asked. I scowl at him, and he hurries to explain. “It was while we were– well, doing it. I think you were trying to suck on my balls and my dick all at once, and I had my whole hand in–”
“Oookay,” I interrupt, “I think maybe I don’t want to remember that, actually, and we both got dosed with WAY too much pollen.”
“Oh. Yeah. That was definitely not a safe dosage. The usual recreational dosage for humans is, like, thirty milligrams, I think?”
“You know the recreational dosage for an obscure hallucinogenic aphrodisiac pollen that’s probably illegal, but you didn’t recognize the killer death trap flower it comes from until after we sat down in front of it and got ourselves trapped?” He withers under my glare again, and deserves every ounce of my ire this time.
“I… um… maybe should have studied the local monsters a little better before we came?” he admits weakly. “And not just the loot we might be able to collect while we’re here?”
“No, you think?” I respond dryly.
“Sorry…” he says lamely.
“So now, because you didn’t do your homework, we don’t have any fire weapons or fire magic, we don’t have any clothes or armor, we don’t know what kind of shit we’re going to be fighting, and now we’re stuck with this asinine trait that makes me think you’re hot or whatever. And all you can think about is how often you want to fuck your sister.”
“Uh…”
“Don’t answer that,” I sigh.
“It… wasn’t a question?”
“Keep that up and I’m letting the next Thralling Vine we see wrap itself around your balls.” That shuts him up with a cute little squeak of fear. “Let’s just finish leveling up.”
“Okay,” he agrees meekly.
“And then we can figure out how we’re gonna get through the rest of this quest alive.”
“Yeah.”
“Naked and unprepared, but alive,” I add.
“Ri-right,” he agrees, his voice faltering because I’ve let go of his hand and am wrapping my hand around his dick instead.
“And if you’re good, and I’m feeling generous,” I add, “maybe I’ll help you get the other achievement, too.” I hear him gulp, and his dick pulses in my hand. It feels weirdly nice, touching him like this. Warm, and… kinda comforting. I stroke him up and down a little. Slowly, gently.
“That– that would be nice…”
“So. I’m taking the Sly Rogue specialization and the Seduction skill, and you’re going for Hardy Scholar and the Emergency Reserve skill, right? How do you think we should invest our attribute points?”
He’s a little distracted, but he walks me through how he thinks we should allocate our points, and it sounds like a good plan to me.
“Alright. Let’s do it,” I tell him. As important as it is to carefully plan out your skills and attributes when you level up, I get kind of overwhelmed by the whole process, and always just agree with whatever Mika thinks we should do. He’s the brains, after all. And I’m itching to get back to our quest.
“Okay,” he agrees. “Ready?”
“Just a sec…” I say, double checking to make sure everything looks right. “Okay. Ready.”
“Aaand…” I squeeze his dick a little tighter in excited anticipation, and give it another couple pumps. “... Go.”
Confirm?
Confirm.
The gentle tingling sensation starts at the top of my head and washes down my body in a wave, filling me with faint, starlight pinpricks that are comfortingly warm and pleasantly cool at the same time. Before the first wave fades from my toes and fingertips, a second wave begins, stronger than the last. It spreads through me, lingering a little longer in my head, my chest, my crotch, and my palms.
I gasp with the third wave, hot and cold mixing and warring as the attributes and traits I’ve chosen manifest as changes to my physical body.
I moan with the fourth wave, which lingers even longer.
The fifth wave hasn’t even begun to fade yet when the sixth wave builds upon it, lancing through me and stealing the air from my lungs.
“Fuuuck,” I moan as the seventh wave rips through me. Mika is groaning too, and I’m gripping his dick hard, like it’s a lifeline. I can feel every wave he experiences through my hand, and wonder if he can feel my waves through his dick. I hope so.
The eighth wave crashes over me, and I can feel my brother orgasming in my hand. I feel like I should stroke him through his orgasm, but I’m too distracted by the waves of levels to do it.
My own orgasm arrives with the ninth wave, and I gasp and moan at the overwhelming intensity of it. Distantly, I feel my brother’s cum dripping down my hand as he continues to pulse in my fist.
The tenth wave is unlike anything we’ve ever experienced before. Where each successive wave so far has been a steady increase in intensity, this one is a sudden tsunami of fire and ice that fills every fiber of my being and sears. My orgasm hasn’t even begun to fade, but now it feels like my orgasm is orgasming, and I can’t even breathe. It’s so much. Too much. I’m being ripped apart in every direction at once. When will it be over? I can’t take any more. I hope it never ends.
Thankfully, there is no eleventh wave. This time. One wave per level. Next time there will be eleven.
An eternity later, I’m finally able to gasp and start breathing again.
Sometime after that, I’m still shaking, but I mostly have control of my body again.
I slowly open my eyes, and turn to look at Mika. Even though we’re both laying down now, my hand is still wrapped around my brother’s dick like a vice, and he’s still rock hard in my grasp, and twitching gently. I loosen my grip a little, and give him a little stroke, and immediately notice the slimy wetness. I look down, and see my hand and his dick both covered in cum. Plus more sprayed up over his chest and abs, layered over the remnants of sticky yellow pollen. I’ve never seen this much cum from a human in my life. His eyes are still closed, and he’s sweaty and breathing hard, and his face is locked in a look of… astonished… bliss? Something. Whatever it is, he’s… he’s so… fucking hot.
Fuck. This new Incestuous trait is clearly warping my brain, and I love it. Wait, fuck! I don’t love it, I hate it, because it’s not me. And Mika’s my fucking brother. I’m not supposed to think he’s hot. Even though he is. And even though…
I’ve always kind of thought so anyway, haven’t I?
Did I really hate watching him get fucked by all those orcs? Or was I just… jealous? Or maybe envious? Fuck. I’m so fucking confused.
… What does it really matter, though? We’re stuck with this trait. Am I really going to spend my life fighting against it? And really, what’s so bad about it anyway?
When I could just… enjoy it.
Because I do. I really fucking enjoy it. I enjoy the way his dick throbs in my hand, and the way his cum is making him slippery. I love the warm, spicy, tangy, doughy scent of his sweat and cum mixing together. I love the stupid, rapturous look on his face as he opens his eyes and stares at me. I love all of it. I love him.
“I love you,” he whispers hoarsely.
“Fuck off,” I scowl, and immediately release his dick. Why’d he have to go and make it fucking weird? “Fucking asshole,” I complain. I use the back of my cum-covered hand to tap his balls sharply in rebuke, making him groan in surprised pain and curl up protectively.
Fucking serves him right, I decide as I start licking my hand clean. God, I’m almost as sweaty and gross as he is. And my thighs are covered in… Fuck. He’s not the only one who squirted, apparently. Well that’s fucking embarrassing.
“So, uh. That was different this time,” I say casually. I’d expected the waves of sensation. That’s how it always works - a wave for every level. But that tenth wave was a huge step up in intensity this time.
“Yeah,” he groans, sitting up. “I think that was cuz of the Specialization. I think I overheard Randy talking about it with the gang back on Celphon-7.”
“Oh. Huh. I guess that makes sense. If that was level ten, though… can you imagine what level twenty-five will be like? When we get our Individualizations?”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Or level sixty, for our Refinements.”
“Oh gods,” I shudder. I can barely imagine what level eleven or twelve are going to feel like. Something tells me I will never be able to comprehend level sixty, even when I get there.
If I get there.
We can’t get there sitting on our asses in the middle of a hostile forest, jerking off until we run out of supplies.
“We should get going,” I say, and push to my feet. When he doesn’t reply, I look down at my brother and realize he’s staring at me. At my ass, specifically. And my chest. I turn around to give him a good view of my front too, and smile at the look on his face. It feels good, being appreciated by him. I don’t think he’s aware of himself pulling on his boner. I hold my hand out for him. “Well?”
“Right, sorry,” he says, and shakes his head. Then he grabs my hand – with the hand he was just jerking with, so it’s covered in leftover cum – and I hoist him to his feet.
“Which way?” I ask, wiping my hand on my hip. Then I lean down to pick up my sword again.
“Umm… that way,” he points, and I immediately set off. I can hear him scrambling to grab his spear and keep up. Then he starts talking again to fill the silence. “I think we’ve probably got about… eight to ten hours of daylight left? We should try to find somewhere to camp for the night. And maybe a lake or stream or something to wash off in. Oh! And if we find another trap pollinator, we should try to harvest some of the pollen this time. It’s not super expensive, but I think I met a guy on Spiegal who’ll give us a good price.”
“Sure,” I nod. “We can harvest pollen and get you that hidden achievement at the same time. Ready?”
“Ready,” he nods. He’s still covered in pollen and sweat and drying cum, and he’s still hot, and he’s still erect. Fuck. Maybe he should have taken that Hardened skill after all.
“Alright. Let’s kill some more plants,” I declare.
Together, my brother and I set off back into the woods. Hot, horny, and ready for action.