Chapter 22 Meeting (Part 2) (+18)

When she was done with me, the priestess switched to the golden-haired one. Gradually, the spells turned into mutual caresses. Meanwhile, I opened my status, hoping to see what kind of blessing had been cast upon me.

Status

Name: Uruk.

Race: Human.

Worldview: Unhuman (Human morality is no longer important to you, so do what you want and be prepared to accept the consequences).

Health: 300/300 (+1/min)

Mana: 163/170 (+1/min)

Vitality and build: 15 (original 50)

Strength: 15 (original 50)

Dexterity: 20 (original 15)

Skills:

- Healing (1). Costs 20 mana. Restores a small amount of health. Heal 7 additional creatures to level up.

- Cleansing (3). Costs 20 mana. Completely cleans items and creatures in a small area. You must use this skill 49 times to level up.

- Cold Weapon (1). Gives you knowledge of basic strikes and blocks when using any cold weapon. Kill 7 more creatures with a cold weapon to level up.

- Silence (1). Allows you to sneak around without attracting attention. To level up, sneak past 5 creatures.

- Blessing of Ketesh (temporary, 12 hours left). Blessing of the goddess of passionate love and extreme sex. Automatically converts mana into sexual energy. For the effect to be permanent, borrow a partner to lose consciousness.

The golden-haired girl finally broke away from the priestess and dragged me into the bushes. When I was more or less free of vegetation, the archer pulled off my pants and pushed me to the ground.

Then, in two swift moves, she removed my panties and bib and mounted me, pressing her hot vagina against my cock. It was nothing compared to the sensations I'd recently experienced with a succubus or demon, but it was pleasant enough.

As the golden-haired one picked up the pace, I became more and more aroused and, I squeezed her breast.

«Oooh, boy. You're a good one, it turns out,» the woman moaned contentedly. «Hold out for at least half an hour and I'll even take you as a servant.»

«And if I don't want to?»

«You have no choice,» the archer whispered passionately, collapsing on top of me but continuing to move her hips. «I know you wanted to go as an adventurer. But none of you newbies have any idea how competitive our ranks are. What we did to those two in front of you is perfectly normal. But at least they'll come back to life. But for a newcomer like you, death will be final... So either you go as a servant or...»

At that moment, I cum into the golden-haired girl's vagina. The strength that the «restoration» had temporarily given me was gone. But the «Blessing of Ketesh» kicked in, and my dick remained in a fighting state, though a system window flashed to warn me that 50 mana had been spent.

«Officially, nine out of ten newcomers die at the paws of monsters before they manage to accumulate enough crystals for their first resurrection,» the archer continued, moving her hips again. «But most likely, they will die at the hands of rivals. It's impossible to verify how an adventurer died. Only a few who managed to join forces with more experienced comrades survive. And even then, not always. Even with the most experienced and strongest fighters, something like what happened to the two we found can happen.»

«But I've met adventurers and seen them help each other,» I objected, grabbing the archer by the shoulders and pulling her closer to me.

«Oh, yes. It happens. Especially when there are elven women in the group,» the golden-haired girl didn't fight back or stop me. «Elves, unlike humans, don't forget things sometimes, and they always have enough resurrections in reserve. Oh, and the Adventurers' Guild likes to believe their testimony because they are believed to never lie. So you have to be polite and considerate in their presence. Unless, of course, you want to be kicked out of the guild and lose your ability to mine essence crystals and trade them for resurrection."

The active movements of the beauty and the feel of her firm breasts rubbing against me was so pleasurable that I cum again. As the golden-haired girl felt my sperm spurting into her, she moaned contentedly and arched in orgasm. The system pleased me with the loss of another fifty mana.

«Why are there no men among you?» I asked.

«There are many times fewer male adventurers than female,» the archer replied, picking up the pace again. «Once upon a time, the difference wasn't that impressive. But while we can grow stronger with the right clothing, you often come back to life faster and rarely lose your memory of recent events, since the monsters kill you instead of using you to breed like female...»

The woman paused briefly and kissed me passionately while still moving her hips.

«...Besides, many of us don't mind lying under a man sometimes,» the archer whispered passionately, breaking the kiss. Then she continued in a more casual tone.

«All of which you men have taken advantage of. As a result, the toughest male adventurers became so brazen that they often turned their missions into mass rapes, hiding the traces of their crimes by losing their memories after death. This went on until the company of particularly stupid and overconfident men in the campaign could not get a group of elven women...».

As a result, there was a huge purge in the ranks of the Adventurers' Guild. Since then, men have been willingly accepted into the guild, but the adventurers themselves are wary of new male adventurers, and you have to be a servant for a long time before you can be trusted in a group.

«What about single? Or in an all-male group?»

«Single or in an all-male party, it's hard to survive on serious missions because men don't get clothing bonuses. And you can't get resurrection bonuses on small ones,» the archer replied, thrusting her hips faster in anticipation of another orgasm.

I cum as well and got another window of mana loss. Considering that mana regeneration is one point per minute and I have a total of 170, this time should have been my last.

«Ahhhh... You don't look like you have much stamina,» the woman smiled, standing up on me again and bouncing in a new position. «So, what do you say, will you come and be our servant? You'll do our laundry, cook our meals, and set up camp. And in return, we'll teach you how to fight properly. You will also take turns warming our beds...»

«Is there any other way?» I asked cautiously. The role of a disenfranchised servant under very attractive warrior women did not suit me at all.

«Of course you can,» the golden-haired woman's smile suddenly turned predatory, and she pulled a dagger from behind her boot and held it to my throat with an elusive movement. «You can die foolishly!»

Without stopping fuck me, the woman laughed.