9 I think you're cute
Pain assaulted me, my head aching, and a pervasive soreness emanating from every inch of my body. Opening my eyes, I found myself in an earthen hut, staring up at a thatched roof. As I sat up, I realized I wasn't alone, Zarra was peacefully asleep against one wall, and to my surprise, Mackinzie lay a short distance away on the floor.
Suddenly, notifications began appearing in front of me:
[User has defeated a bugbear]
[Level Up]
[Level Up]
[….]
Confused, I summoned the status window:
[Status]
[Name: Adam Campbell]
[Level: 12]
[XP:2,009/819,200]
[Race: Human]
[Effects: Level Up Sickness (Minor)]
[Titles: Fallen Noble, Messenger of the Goddess]
"Hey AI, why did I level up so much, and what is this level up sickness under effects?" calling out in my head.
{Idiot, you defeated a monster that was 15 levels above your own. The amount of XP required to level up at lower levels is significantly lower, and you received a bonus for defeating a monster above your level. However, the opposite is also true; the XP earned decreases by 10% for every level difference. As for 'Level Up Sickness,' normally, people level up slowly over months or years, allowing their bodies to adjust gradually. But you, being an overachiever, jumped a couple of levels instantly, straining your body. This time, you only lost consciousness and feel terrible, but Level Up Sickness can drive people mad or even kill them on the spot, so be careful, user.}
"Awe, are you worried about me?" I teased before responding, "I'll keep that in mind, but it's not like I had much choice. By the way, I don't think I ever asked, what exactly are levels?"
{Levels denote relative strength compared to the standards of this world. For instance, the average child's level ranges from 0 to 5, most commoners stay below level 10, and trained fighters usually fall in the 15 to 20 range, at least for humans. Other races develop differently.}
"Interesting," I thought before looking over at Zarra, who was staring at me strangely. "Are you okay?" Zarra asked.
"I feel sore all over from Level Up Sickness, but other than that, I seem to be fine," I replied. Zarra nodded with a smile and gestured for me to follow her.
As we left the hut, the mid-day sun blinded me temporarily. Blinking rapidly, I asked, "What happened after I passed out?" Zarra was quiet for a moment before replying, "I healed you, then brought you back to the hut. I went to get the girl."
"Thank you. I mean it. You could have just left me passed out in the woods, or even killed me yourself," I said, looking straight at her with a warm smile.
"Stupid human," she huffed before turning and leading the way. She brought me to the cave, where I immediately noticed two rows of goblins lying on the floor, covered in blood. Some had limbs twisted at odd angles, and most of the goblins were still injured, their wounds left untreated by either magic or traditional means. I turned to Zarra and asked, "Why haven't they been treated yet?"
"Only I have magic; they must wait for me," Zarra replied frustration at her own limits apparent, leading me to Nassa, who was sitting with the other girls. "It's good to see you awake," Nassa said before asking, "Is what you said true about wanting to live here?"
"Yes, there is a saying where I come from: 'Many hands make light work.' So, I hope we can help each other. Although I still need to talk to my friend to see if she's willing, but considering you were able to bring her here, I don't see there being a problem," I replied earnestly.
Nodding her head, Nassa said, "By the way, one of the girls found this," holding out the club I had lost. I inspected it, seeing that it was still covered in blood, with many of the flint serrations shattered or missing, but the paddle part appeared in surprisingly good condition. "Thank you," I replied.
Turning to leave, I decided to ask, "Do you mind if I treat some of the wounded?"
"What?! Do you know healing magic?" Nassa asked excitedly.
"No, but I do know a little bit about medicine and plants that might be able to help, especially those with more minor injuries," I replied.
After some thought, Nassa agreed, "Okay, Zarra can help you until her mana replenishes. Also, our traps need to be checked, so while you're out in the woods, please take care of that."
Nodding, Zarra and I left the cave. I returned to the hut I had woken up in and found Mackinzie still sleeping. Walking over to her, I knelt and started gently poking her cheek. "Hmm, let me sleep," she mumbled. "I'm going to go out for a bit, okay?" I asked while continuing to poke her. "Okay, see you later," she sleepily replied.
When I left the hut for the second time, Zarra was already waiting outside with a simple woven basket on her back. "Ready?" she asked. I nodded with a smile, and we set off.
After walking for a while, Zarra asked, "What plants?"
Thinking about how to convey what I was looking for, I replied, "There's this stringy greenish-white plant that hangs from trees; it's called 'old man's beard' because it looks kind of like a beard. Then there's the marshmallow plant with a green stalk, white flowers with purple centers, and pointed leaves with jagged edges. The last plant I'd like to find is called yarrow; it also has a stalk, but its flowers are small, white and clumped together at the top."
"Why do you want?" Zarra asked, looking confused.
"Well, they can be used to reduce pain and inflammation, and they also help keep wounds clean to prevent people from getting sick," I replied after a bit, deciding that trying to convey germ theory and antibiotics to someone who struggles with normal conversation would be a lost cause.
Zarra seemed to recognize what I was asking for and began leading me deeper into the woods. Eventually, we arrived at a large clearing with a meadow full of different kinds of flowers. As we walked through it, I pointed out the useful plants, managing to collect all the herbs I needed.
When we were done, we started walking away to check the traps. But I called out to Zarra, saying, "Hey, wait up."
Confused, Zarra asked, "Why are we stopping?"
Pushing her gently against a nearby tree, I said, "You promised me anything I wanted if I saved your tribe, right?" Zarra nodded, her eyes darting around nervously as I bent down and whispered in her pointed ear, "What if I said I wanted you?" A mischievous smile spread across my face.
A tinge of red began to mix with her green complexion as she asked, "Stupid human, why want me?"
"Didn't I tell you already? I think you're cute," I responded.
Gently lifting her chin, I slowly closed the distance between us, before planting a soft kiss on her lips. Her body tensed beneath me at first, but as the kiss continued, she relaxed. Eventually even grabbing my head, and pulling me closer.
After several minutes of making out, between brief pauses to desperately catch our breath and fervently pressing our lips together again, I snaked my hands behind her grabbing her firm ass. Lifting her up, I carried her back to the meadow and laid her down on the soft grass. Holding myself above her, dwarfing her, we continued passionately kissing.
Suddenly I felt two small hands trying to take off my pants but struggling with the unfamiliar design. Finally, our kiss ended, with Zara glaring at me like I had stolen something from her. I kneeled, unbuttoning my jeans, pulling them down, my raging boner springing forward.
Zarra's eyes widened in surprise at my throbbing 9 inch dick, her breathing becoming heavy as her hand gently wrapped around it and began slowly stroking it.
Resuming our passionate kissing, my hands slid down to her firm and elastic breasts, starting with gentle caresses that quickly devolved into roughly pulling and squishing them together as I wanted. Enjoying the sensation and her moans leaking from between our lips.
After enjoying Zarra's breast, and her firm, but gentle stoking for a while, my right hand wound its way down until it rested on her inner thigh before drifting up and brushing against her labia, causing her to jolt slightly.
My fingers gently explored her ever wettening folds, before slipping a finger into her. Feeling her vagina tightening around my finger, I began slowly pumping my hand back and forth. As I sped up, she pulled her head away, unable focus on kissing as moans leaking from her lips.
Soon I had slipped in another finger in, increasing the speed, and began rubbing her clit in small gentle circles with my thumb. Before long, I felt her tensing against my fingers as she threw her head back painting heavily.
Retracting my hand, I leaned forward, kissing her neck, moving up to her cheek, until settling in on her ears. Switching between gently pinching them between my lips, and nibbling on the pointed tip, as she caught her breath.
When her breathing had calmed down, I whispered, "Are you ready for what comes next?" Her large eyes with bright yellow irises, hazy with lust, scanned over my face for a moment before she nodded.
Grabbing both her thighs, I pulled her closer before spreading them apart, her labia puffy, spread open with a glossy red tint before transitioning back to green, giving me a clear view of her wet, pink slit, spasming open and close in anticipation.
Holding my, above average, manhood, I began rubbing my head across her slick pussy, lathering it in her juices. Satisfied that it was wet enough, and making sure I was aligned, I lowered myself, bringing my hips down. Slowly spreading her tight slit open, pushing forward until, surprisingly, I felt something blocking my progress.
Slowly increasing my weight as a pressed down on the tiny goblin beneath me, suddenly the obstruction gave way, causing my hips to jolt forward until the head of my dick was kissing her womb. Zarra grimaced at the sudden pain as a hiss left her mouth, her legs snapping closed against my hips.
Stopping my movements, and allowing Zarra to adjust to the foreign object lodged between her legs. Bringing my face close to hers I latched onto her lips. After several minutes of sweet kisses and gentle caresses, she gradually relaxed, allowing me to begin slowly rocking my hips back and forth.
Steadily increasing in speed and ferocity, my hips pistoning in and out, wet squelching sounds resounding through the meadow as our bodies collided.
Suddenly she wrapped her arms around me, her nails digging into my back as she pulled me into a tight embrace. Her hips bucked as she threw her head back yowling in pleasure as she came. I slowed down momentarily, allowing her to catch her breath, and roughly kissing her, before picking up the pace again.
This continued for the next half an hour, Zarra's body limply rocking with every thrust, low moans freely being released from her mouth. Feeling my climax building, I increase my pace before pushing forward as far as I can, slamming against her womb as I felt my dick repeatedly tense as it pumped rope after rope deep inside of her. My mind turning to mush as I continued to cum, until it began leaking out around where we were connected.
Pulling out, I watched with satisfaction as my cum oozed out, pooling on the grass between her legs. My already tired body, seemingly only now realizing my fatigued, collapsed on the ground next to Zarra. Breathing heavy, filled with satisfaction, I drifted off to sleep.
