Ravens of Eternity

163 Time Off, Pt Pelli looked at the screen intently as he scrolled through the various character classes available to him. Images of their outfits and loadouts were splashed next to their individual growth stats and abilities.

All of them looked fun to play, regardless of the scenario they were in.

And although the changing room he was currently in was a little cramped, it was more than enough for him to move around. The mirror next to him showed off his current outfit, which was the fully armored Knight.

“What if I took a healer class?”

He tapped on the Battlepriest class, and his outfit immediately began to change and shift. His plumed helm and plate armor began to fade away, and was replaced with a hooded chain robe. Over top of the chain was a priestly white and gold tabard, and it had a beaming sun embroidered on its chest.

His sword and shield combo also faded away, and was replaced by a huge and heavy two-handed flanged mace. It was made of a strong steel, but was inlaid and partially plated with polished gold as well. It looked devastating and divine at the same time.

He felt its considerable heft in his hands, yet it simply didn’t feel right in his grip.

“This is a bit much.”

He went back to the screen and tapped on a few buttons and filtered out everything but the smart and nimble classes. He scrolled through what was left until he came on Assassin.

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It looked sleek and deadly, with all-black armor and access to a variety of razor-sharp weapons. Not only that, but the skills and powers it came with sounded pretty awesome and insane. Tornado Attack, Shadowblade, Triple Assassinate... Just their names drew him towards it.

But he rejected the class in the end.

“Freya’s got that covered. No need to double up. Besides, that ain’t me anyway.”

He continued scrolling through the classes, though nothing caught his eye for some time. There was your typical Thief, a fancy Duelist, a secretive Ninja. Then he saw it – the Trickster.

A grin formed wide on his face, and he tapped it quickly.

His outfit morphed again. The chainmail and tabard faded away, and was replaced with a high-collared cloth outfit that was reinforced with a hardened leather gorget. His two-handed mace disappeared as well. It was replaced by a rapier in one hand, and a runestone in the other.

His head was then adorned with a leather cap with a long blue-green feather sticking out of it.



He looked at himself in the mirror and noted how much more appealing and dashing this class was to his previous choices.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said.

“I agree,” said Eva.

Pelli jumped up in alarm and utter surprise. Eva had opened the door to his changing booth without him noticing in the slightest. And him being surprised was more than a rarity.

“H-hey,” he stammered. “This is private!”

She quickly entered and shut the door behind her. If it wasn’t cramped before, it definitely was now. Eva pressed up a bit against him, felt his warmth under the outfit. Her own began to rise, and her pulse quickened.

Their sudden proximity got her more than a little worked up.

“I consider that more of a guideline than a strict rule,” she countered.

Her hands began to roam all over his body, felt his taut muscles and his athletic frame under the fabric. One of them slid downward, and began to cup and rub his growing manhood.
“What are you doing?” he whispered urgently.

“Making you a sandwich,” she teased as she pushed him up against the wall.

“We’re in public, you know...”

“I don’t think anyone else is in here with us. If they are, you’d better tell them to get out.”

She began to tug at his laces and buttons, but they frustratingly stayed put, and he frustratingly stayed clothed.

“I mean, can’t you wait until we get back to the hotel,” he protested, “until we’re in private?”

“No,” she replied.

Her breath was hot as desire began to fill her.

Four months of forced celibacy had taken a toll on her. And now that she had a chance to make up for lost time, she decided to pounce.

Eva nuzzled his neck, and began licking and nipping at it.

At the same time, she traced the outline of his fully-erect member, and rubbed and squeezed it faster and faster. She traced its tip with her fingers, and concentrated her massage on it. He twitched with anticipation under her hand.

Both of their breaths became more ragged as passion overtook their senses.

“Take off your suit,” she demanded.

She then pushed herself off of him and deactivated her own suit. Her Assassin’s outfit faded away until all that was left was a loose grey onesie, which she quickly worked at undoing its straps. As she revealed more and more of her skin, Pelli’s brain caught up to him, and he began to undress himself as well.

His stiffness made it a little difficult to remove, and he almost fell over clumsily as he worked his feet out of each pant leg. Just as he freed himself, she pushed up against him again, and both felt their warm skin against their own.

She leaned up and kissed him hard on the lips, and he returned the passion in kind. He pressed himself into her as they locked lips, but then she bit down hard.

Pelli yelped, pulled back, and instinctively reached up to his lips with his hand. When he pulled it back, he saw blood on his fingers.

“You’re being crazy aggressive right now, you know that?” he said.

“Gimme a break” she said. “I’m an ex-con who just served some hard time...”

Her fingers swept down his chest, and traced the curves of his abs further below with delight. Her hand kept going further until she reached his cock, and wrapped her fingers around it. Then, she began to rub it like she did before.

Without the clothes in between, the sensation of her hand working his shaft shot through him like a bullet.

Pelli began to pant and gasp as she stroked him faster. The warmth of her hand combined with the speed of her strokes drove him absolutely wild.

“Figures you’d ambush me in the changing room,” said Pelli. “Attack me when I least suspect. That’s fucked up.”

His legs began to shake as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm. With every stroke, she would give his head a little squeeze. More and more and more. She pressed up against him, and jacked him off quickly until he was so close. So very, very close.

But then, right at the edge, she stopped and let go and backed away.

“I’ll take you whenever and wherever I want,” she said. “Now get on your knees.”

He whined lightly as she denied him his orgasm. But he decided to obey and got down on his knees.

“Tongue out,” she added.

When he obliged, she stepped up, hooked a leg over his shoulder, and pressed her bud right on his tongue. Then she began to grind on him until pleasure began to fill her body in waves.

Her scent filled his nose to the brim, and he found himself gorging on her clit with his tongue. He licked and teased and even nipped it lightly, and lapped up every bit of nectar she produced. Enchanted by her smell and her taste, he lavished himself on her until she moaned in deep ecstasy.

Eva shivered with pleasure as he continued to lick and tease her expertly with his mouth. She felt herself rising further and further as her wetness continued to pour out of her. It spilled out over his mouth and coated his chin.

She pushed her mound further into him, and held his head in place with her hand as a soft orgasm coursed through her. Her legs buckled slightly as her body twitched uncontrollably for a couple of moments.

When she was done, she dismounted, then gave him a thankful, loving kiss on his sloppy mouth.

“Now,” she commanded. “Fuck me hard.”

Eva turned around, bent over, and arched her back. She pushed her butt upwards, showed her glistening slit to him, and how eager it was to accept him inside.

He could easily see her juices and his saliva dripping down from her pink lips. Almost in a trance, he took a step behind her and poked at her entrance. His member throbbed with anticipation the moment they touched.

She shivered in anticipation of feeling him inside.

He rubbed himself up and down her clit, and coated himself with her wetness before he slipped his tip inside. Both of them sighed with satisfaction as he slid into her slowly.

He felt her wrap around him tightly, just as she felt him fill her to the brim.

One he went in as far as he could go, he began to pull back, then swayed his hips back and forth, in and out, again and again. Though he started slow, he began to pick up the pace.

Waves of pleasure swept across the both of them with every thrust.

He grabbed both her hips and groaned with pleasure as he slid his manhood back and forth inside her. And she sighed deeply as he struck the same spot over and over, which brought her closer and closer to completion.

But it wasn’t enough.

“I said fuck me hard,” she said, her voice stern and forceful.

“Fine,” he said. “You asked for it.”

He tightened his grip on her hips, then quickly sped up his pace. It only took seconds until he was pounding her from behind, his skin slapping on her skin with each thrust. Every moment that passed made him rougher, more animalistic.

Eva yelped as he slammed her, filled her, drove into her over and over and over. Pleasure shot through her in waves, and took over everything else.

It no longer mattered to either of them where they were. Their grunts, and yelps, and slaps, and squirts were now loud enough for everyone around them to hear.

Pelli too lost himself in pleasure, the feeling of Freya’s tightness was more than he could handle. Combined with her whole essence, he was completely lost. She had intoxicated him so very easily.

Eva’s hand reached down and began rubbing her swollen clitoris – although she was getting beautifully hammered by Pelli, she simply needed more. Combined with his thick manhood and furious thrusting, she quickly reached another orgasm, and cried loudly as it swept through her.

She squeezed hard around Pelli as her orgasm coursed through her body, which in turn pushed him clear over the edge himself. The tightening of her walls was something he was completely powerless against.

He bent down over her and muffled himself with her neck as his orgasm took him over. He pushed himself as far in as he could go, and filled her up to the brink. His cock twitched uncontrollably as his cum spurted out into her.

That feeling pushed her own orgasm further – she found his heat comfortable and irresistible and utterly gratifying.

Both their cries of pleasure were easily heard through the thin walls of the changing room. The surrounding guests and employees alike turned many shades of red at the lurid sounds of the pair’s lovemaking.

Worse, it kept going for another half hour or so.

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