Gatecrash: Awakening

I awoke first the next morning. Elias was still softly breathing, my head rising with every inhale and lowering with every exhale. I surreptitiously pulled my phone out of my inventory and checked it. We had about two hours before breakfast was served. As I debated between rousing him and letting him sleep, I felt a firm length begin to press against my belly. A much more fun idea occurred to me.

We were both under my blanket and top sheet, so I slipped lower down, careful not to wake him. I settled kneeling between his legs, which had been spread to allow mine to rest on the bed once they'd gotten past him.

Even in the darkness under the blanket, I had no difficulty seeing his stiff cock thanks to my Gloamsight. It was at about half-mast now that I wasn't pressing down on it, and angled perfectly toward my waiting mouth. I opened wide and took it in one gulp.

I bobbed up and down, keeping my slurping to a minimum. I wanted him to be woken by the sensation rather than the sound. Despite the shower we'd had at the end of the night, he was slightly salty, and he had a musky scent which made my head spin now that I was trapped in it under the blanket.

He groaned softly as I worked, stretching his legs. But he wasn't awake yet. He felt smaller than when he'd been inside me yesterday, though it quickly became apparent that this was because he wasn't fully erect yet.

At first I had no trouble getting his entire cock in my mouth, but with each beat of his pulse, it got bigger and bigger, until I started having to open my throat to get it all the way down. It brought to mind my experience with the roper two days ago, which had turned out to be excellent practice.

I kept a steady rhythm, warming him up as I recalled the pace he'd taken last night each time he was trying to cum. He liked it fast and hard, so I obliged him. I felt a surge of delight as he began to moan in his sleep, and I kept working in earnest.

Despite my best efforts, however, it seemed Elias was one of those men who had difficulty getting off early in the morning. He was hard as a rock, but no matter how vigorously I sucked him off, he didn't seem to be getting any closer to release.

Instead, he got more and more restless. Flexing his legs, moaning deeper and deeper. He placed a hand on my head, gently stroking my hair. He even started working his hips in time with my motions.

And still he didn't show any sign of finishing. At this point I felt like I was being challenged. I synced myself with his hip thrusts, getting him as deep as I could. The warmth and girth of him filled my mouth and the back of my throat, and I could taste his slightly bitter precum as it leaked into me. But he just wouldn't give in. I slurped and sucked more vigorously, determined to make him cum.

That finally seemed to rouse him. He shifted his posture, stretching. Then he froze, undoubtedly bewildered by the sensation between his legs. He sat up slightly and pulled the covers back, revealing my mouth around his dick as I desperately tried to get him to finish. "Callisto?" he asked, blinking his bleary eyes. He seemed still half-asleep.

I sighed and took my mouth off of him. Not wanting to waste the moment, I surged forward, pouncing from my position between his legs and pushing him back down onto the bed. I kept my hands on his shoulders, looking between us past my bouncing breasts to line up his dick with my entrance, already soaked thanks to the morning activities. As I began to lower my hips, I growled, "You have too much stamina for your own good."

He let out a surprised "Oh!" as I engulfed him. He quickly got with the program, wrapping his arms around me and closing his legs a bit so that I could get my knees on either side of him. Our positions last night hadn't given the opportunity for much kissing; even when we'd been face-to-face on his chair, his mouth had been mostly focused on my neck and chest. But now he pulled my head closer and brought our lips together.

I could feel him trying to take charge as he thrusted his hips and forced his tongue into my mouth. But even with my insides getting rearranged by his thick cock, I was determined to make him cum first. I bounced on his girth, throwing my hips back and dropping my full weight on him again and again in an attempt to up the intensity.

But I'd gotten overeager. Our combined force and the passion of his kissing was joining the excitement I'd already felt at how worked up my morning blowjob had gotten him, and they sent fireworks of pleasure shooting up my spine and exploding in my skull. And while my regeneration was keeping me from being sore from last night, I was still sensitive to his touch.

He struck when I was most vulnerable. As I reached the apex of another bounce, he grabbed my hips and forced me down onto his cock. The sudden feeling of pressure and fullness was too much. I became a drooling mess, collapsing onto him and moaning into his mouth.

Milked by my quivering pussy and egged on by the display of his virility, Elias followed. He kept pumping his hips, grunting with exertion as he lifted and dropped me a few times, using me like a fleshlight to finish himself off. As his length pulsed inside me, delivering yet another sticky load, he wrapped his arms around my back and held me tightly against him. Then he lifted my head and rested it in the crook of his neck.

We both laid there, panting, as we recovered. Once our breathing had steadied and I tried to lift myself, he pulled me in for another passionate kiss. When we separated, he was grinning like an idiot. "Good morning."

I was propped up on my elbows, looking down at his cheery expression. Although I felt more than satisfied as I basked in the afterglow, I replied with a pout. "I wanted you to cum first this time," I complained.

He chuckled at that, squeezing me a bit tighter with the arms he still had around me. Seeing my indignant expression at his laughter, he ran his hand through my hair and replied, "If it makes you feel any better, I love how easy it is to make you cum. A beautiful woman like you twitching around my dick makes me feel like such a fucking stud." Then he slapped my ass.

The involuntary moan I let out at the sudden sting was even more embarrassing than what he'd just said--and how good it made me feel. I gritted my teeth to keep some semblance of indignance on my face, lest my expression melt into a grin like the one he was wearing. Which I noticed had only grown more smug at my reflex.

I fully pushed off of him, gasping as his cock slid out of me. I looked a bit ruefully at the mess we'd made of my sheets; seemed I'd be washing mine as well. Then I made my way over to the bathroom, hearing Elias get out of bed and follow me.

We took a quick shower, exercising great restraint as we didn't keep up our nonstop hedonism. Other than him groping my chest a bit while we were washing each other. And me fondling his balls. We certainly would not have been at it again if only he hadn't needed to recharge thanks to how early in the morning it was.

Once we were out and dried off, I sat on (the clean part of) my bed clad only in a towel wrapped around my hair. He took my desk chair. He asked with some concern, "Are you going to be alright? Even I'm a bit sore after last night, and I'd bet it was a lot harder on you."

"Totally fine," I replied. And it was true; I was in peak shape even after getting my back blown out. I even checked my Status to be sure: full HP and AP. Seeing his skeptical look, I let him in on the secret. "I picked up Lesser Regeneration. Even if you'd managed to shatter my pelvis, a night's rest would be enough to get back to normal."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise at that. He nodded understandingly as I finished speaking, but then his surprise returned as he came to a realization. "Did you get the free Skillbook coupon?"

I considered telling him that the same item that had made my eyes a different color had given me Lesser Regeneration. After all, this was true, and I wouldn't even have to say "no" if I phrased my response properly. But it seemed like I was becoming weak to Elias after spending so much "quality time" with him. I replied, "I did."

He gave an appreciative nod. "No wonder that merchant said you were the most dangerous Level 1 Hunter he'd ever seen." He came to another realization, looking me up and down with a sly smile. "So you had 100 Coins and you still refused to buy clothes?"

I blushed at that, putting a hand over each of my nipples and crossing my legs to hide my pussy from his impure eyes. "Like I told you, all of the cheap stuff in the Tutorial Shop is a ripoff. I'm not going to let these leeches take advantage of me."

"So why didn't you buy anything from Dagstaff?" Elias asked. The lewdness had gone from his expression as his eyes went back to mine. He seemed to be asking purely out of curiosity.

I considered what to tell him. While it wouldn't be untrue to say that I got off on flaunting my goods to everyone, that answer would make me look like an enormous pervert. Not that I wasn't one, but Elias didn't need to know that. And as I wondered about whether to let him know about the Feats, I also wondered why I shouldn't just tell everybody. There was still time for the rest of the Hunters to strip down for three Instances and get the Feat.

In the end, I rationalized it with indignance. I hadn't been given the option of showing up here naked, being put on display for all of the Hunters. Wasn't it only fair that I should get some kind of advantage for my trouble? But I still couldn't think of what else to tell Elias, so I said to him, "You have to promise not to repeat what I'm about to tell you." I smiled a bit at the sudden intensity of his gaze, his seriousness as he affirmed that he wouldn't. Once I was satisfied, I continued, "You get Feats for clearing three Instances without equipment."

"And equipment includes clothes?" The question seemed more from clarification than doubt. He accepted my nod at face-value, his curiosity finally satisfied as he learned why I'd been willing to continue subjecting myself to so much public humiliation. "That's... wow," he replied, shaking his head. "I don't think I could do it even knowing there's a reward. And I can't believe you've done so much without any weapons and armor."

"I'm just that good," I replied with a wink. There had been a lot of luck involved, true, but I was proud of what I'd achieved so far. Elias's praise made me break out into a smile. "And we can get a lot more done if we can work together going forward."

After our affirmations and commitment to continue clearing the Instances together if the opportunity arose, Elias got dressed and departed to his room. He decided to get his sheets cleaned before breakfast. I did the same, ignoring the curious glances from the other women who were using the laundromat at this time.

Breakfast was light, and Elias and I ate together again. We ignored the dark glares from Forrest and his group, who didn't come to bother us this time. Then, after another speech from Garrick, I handed off my towel and headed through the Gate.