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Chasing My Fiancée Across A Fantasy World - Chapter 11
🕑 Added 2025-07-28 17:50:50 +0000 UTCLizzy Graetz sharpened her saber in the darkness, drawing her sword at an angle against a whetstone with precise curved movements. The redhead was on the second shift of night watch on their way from the hick town of Dolono to the much more civilized Strayvenhoe. Polishing the stone distracted her from the sounds she heard in the underbrush. The girl had trained her ear to ignore the local expected sounds and be sensitive to the out of the ordinary, or approaching sounds that may prove to be a threat. She slapped her neck and looked at the squashed insect she had just killed.
The familiar sound that she had to ignore was the muffled voices of Gunther and Tricia. After getting hold of Tricia, she noticed a change in Gunther. He always tended to focus on the new girl in the party, but this was more pronounced. It was almost as if she herself didn’t exist anymore. Lizzy loved being the center of Gunther’s attention. He was caring and attentive when he wanted to be. She grit her teeth when she heard Tricia climax once again. She heard a twig snap and turned her head back to camp. Phlox was walking with a pronounced hip swagger, and Lizzy furrowed her brow.
“How are the two lovebirds doing?” The half dragon whispered. She wiggled her eyebrows in a suggestive way.
“He’s still going strong. Gunther’s probably going to be cranky tomorrow, not having any sleep.”
“You should join them Lizzy. My shift starts now.” She rubbed her hands together. “And I love to watch you all in the dark.”
“I’ll be glad when we can sleep in our own rooms, with walls.” The warrior put away her whetstone. “Just two more days of travel, one more night of this.” She thumbed to the sound of Gunther grunting.
Phlox wagged her finger in Lizzy’s face. “Is that jealousy I hear in your tone? I hope Gunther was as clear to you as he was to me when I joined. He told me that he could never have a single girl to himself, he had too much love to give the world. I accepted. Did you?”
The red head sighed and looked into Phlox’s slit shaped pupils. “He wasn’t nearly as hungry when I started as he is now. To be honest, I think his performance on the battlefield is now a secondary priority to him, compared to his performance in the sack.” She tossed a stone into the darkness. “I just hope he doesn’t get us all killed with that attitude.”
“He swore to kill the Demon lord.” Phlox’s tail flicked. “He’s a good man.”
“He was, and I still think he is deep down. I just feel like all the attention we give him has gone to his head.” Lizzy stood up and walked back to the girls’ bivouacs. “Keep your head on a swivel. And don’t get distracted by their lovemaking.”
Phlox nodded and waved her off with her tail.
…
Tricia turned her head to the side and closed her eyes as she lay limply on a blanket. Gunther’s cock was long and thick and bumped her uterus on every down stroke. Her thoughts returned to her hometown and her classes. Despite how hard school was, life felt so much simpler there than here.
Gunther lowered his head onto her neck and sucked hard on the white skin of her neck. She winced as blood was pulled to the surface, forming a hickey. It was like he was marking her as his own. The horny hero slammed his pelvis into her soft pussy, causing slaps to echo through the trees. While she hated being controlled, it felt nice to be wanted like this.
To be wanted like John wanted me. I was the whole world to him. She imagined the love she would have made with John if she had been able to go back to the tent that fateful night. While Gunther was handsome, he acted like he knew it. John was humble and sweet to her.
Gunther’s pace quickened and he rolled her legs up and pinned them down near her shoulders. In this mating position, Tricia felt the strain on her tendons as she was bent into a pretzel. She moaned louder but kept her eyes closed.
“Take my seed, my love. I want to see you pregnant by year’s end.”
“Mmmph. Ahh!” She stuck her fingers in her mouth and bit down to stifle her moans.
“Let out your yelps of pleasure my dear. Everyone should know that you’re completely my own. No one shall touch you but me.”
“Fuck me….fill my pussy up. Get me pregnant John. I love you so much!” Her pussy clenched over and over. Gunther could see her toes curl up in an orgasm. Losing his control he smashed his nuts against her, giving him extra pleasure as he tried to ejaculate at the same time. He could feel the release of cum deep in her belly and grunted in satisfaction.
He rolled over next to her, his cock was completely clean. That was the odd thing about fucking Tricia. It felt so delectable when doing it, but it was like her pussy scraped every last drop of his cum from his dick. He often questioned if he actually seeded her.
Lying on his back he remembered the last words she spoke. One day I’ll find you John, and when I do, I’ll kill you and make sure Tricia is mine forever.
…
Forty miles behind Gunther, John’s group sat by a fire while he was off taking a piss. They were discussing John in quite some depth, and how they came to be pretty much running away from Dolono.
“He took on Jethro and slew him. How can such a greenhorn take down an A-class adventurer? His entire party was there too and couldn’t help him. Thank goodness he wasn’t in a town where there was law or he’d be in the stockade.” Netruna whispered while cutting chunks from an apple. “The amount of progress he’s made in the short time we’ve met him is extraordinary.”
“Should we be on guard?” Lori said while staring at the flames. “He’s so strong.”
Allonsa sniffed. “I’m always on my guard around men. I’ve been bitten once too many times. Every time I’ve let my guard down, thinking I’ve had a friend, it turns out they’re just a guy trying to get in my pants. It usually ends poorly for the man.”
Brideen poked her fingers together and shrugged. “I think he’s a good man. I can’t imagine him hurting any one of us. When you lose something you love, it’s a great motivation to get better so you can regain what you lost. We’re going to Stravenhoe to find his woman. You’d want your man to do the same thing if you had one.”
Netruna poked her. “When are you going to seal the deal? You and John are getting very friendly. If you can make it with him, then there’s a chance for me as well.”
“He’s too shy for the subtle approach.” Brideen frowned. “I suppose I’ll have to be more direct and accommodating. If that doesn’t work, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
Footsteps in the dark caused them to clam up.
“Hey y'all.” John stepped into the firelight and sat on a decaying log. Poking the embers he managed to get the fire to burn higher. No one said anything, but relaxed and grinned slightly.
John looked up from the flames. “I was just thinking to myself why doesn’t this team have a name for itself?”
The girls all laughed, Brideen raised her hand. “That’s my fault. We figured something would come to me. So far, nothing came to mind.”
“There’s a creature back near the mountains where I come from. It’s a large cat with a short tail. When you look at pictures of it, you would swear it’s the cutest thing in the world. It’ll tear your face off.”
“Oh a bobcat?” Netruna said brightly.
“That’s right. We should call you all the Bobcats.” John laughed, “you’re cute but dangerous”.
The girls all booed him and threw bits of duff they picked up from the ground at him. “Awe come on - it’s better than nothing.”
Brideen blew her hair out of her face. “I suppose we can do that. It’s much easier than writing out each one of our names on the guild forms. How about we use that name until one of us comes up with a better name.”
Lori snorted. “That’s a pretty low bar.”
“Ouch.” John muttered. “I’ll keep my ideas to myself next time.”
Brideen laughed and walked over to him. “It’s a good name John.” She offered her hand. “Come with me.”
John took it and walked with her out into the darkness. He looked back at the camp and saw the others waving and giving thumbs up. What the hell is going on? A few minutes later Brideen stopped in the faint moonlight and rolled out a blanket. She pulled a flask from her coat and took a swig before handing it to John.
“Try it. Dolono is known for its brandy.” The man took the metal flask and took a drink. The brandy tasted like pears and went down easy. He smiled and took another sip.
“Hey not too much, that stuff is pretty strong.” Brideen put her hand on her hip and reached out to get it back from him.
“Why did you bring me out here, Brideen? Isn’t it a bit dangerous, just the two of us?”
“I’m not worried at all John, I’ve got you to protect me.” She approached and wrapped her hands around him.” She smelled like flowers and pear brandy. “It’s like you’re a different person from the first day I met you John. You made mincemeat out of Jethro.”
“He attacked me.” He looked down at her body, then in her eyes. “And anyway he deserved it.”
“He attacked you because you insulted him in public. Honor means a lot to my people John. You started that fight.”
John narrowed his eyes slightly. “Is there a problem Brideen?”
“About Jethro? No. About you? You’re a member of the party and we’ll fight and die for anyone of us. Don’t let your emotions get in the way of what you want.” Her hands moved to his pants. She gently unbuttoned his fly. “I know that men have needs, and when they aren’t met they get tense. I bet you haven't even had a chance to help yourself, living in a common room with four women.”
“What are you doing, Brideen?” He backed away, coming up against a tree. “I’ve already got a girl.”
She didn’t respond. John started to breathe deeply and his heart started to race. His hands opened and closed, trying to grip something that wasn’t there. The curvy blond fearlessly put her hand into his pants. John could feel her slender fingers probing his body, easily finding his trouser snake and slipping it out. John looked at this seductive woman looking up at him and smiling. That little bit of touch and movement gave him an erection.
“You’re quite impressive John, and I just don’t mean combat. You’re already standing at attention.”
“That’s because you’re stroking it.” His eyes darted left and right. “Come on Brideen, please stop.”
She acted like he didn’t speak, only listening to the throbbing in her hand. Stroking lightly, she opened her mouth and gave his glans the attention it so acutely desired. With a free hand the blue eyed blonde cradled John's balls and stroked his wrinkly scrotum. Her mouth accepted his head and quickly continued to bob further and further down. She hummed, sending pleasurable vibrations down the shaft.
John had never felt such pleasure in his life as her suction inflated his penis even further. “Brideen, why are you doing this? Fuck, that’s good.”
Hearing his compliment she laughed while her mouth was full of John’s meat. Her hand left his scrotum and both hands grabbed him by the waist as she pushed her mouth down his shaft, straining her lovely neck until her nose touched his silver belt buckle.
John was paralyzed by pleasure. A very small part of his brain said that this was not being true to Tricia, but the rest of his body overrode that thought. His body had been yearning for the touch of a woman for so long that it compelled him to experience this woman’s affection.
He wanted to grab her by the ears and thrust hard until he spewed jism down her throat, but he resisted, knowing it would likely hurt. The road to orgasm was short for such a lonely man and after a few minutes he dug his fingers into the bark of the tree he was leaning against and disgorged his nutsack against the roof of her mouth. Pulse after pulse of hot jizz sprayed from the tip of his cock. Brideen desperately tried to gulp down all the love he was giving her, but quite a bit dribbled down her small chin. She had to cup her hand under her mouth to catch any sperm before it fell to the wool blanket. Brideen made satisfied noises as she licked and slurped his messy cock.
When he experienced his last shudder, he said “that was incredible Brideen.” He wondered where she had gotten such good experience at doing such naughty things but decided to ignore that fact. “Let me return the favor.” He got down on his knees and rolled the cute girl onto her back.
“You don’t have to do that John. I…I just want you. You don’t need to…” She bit her finger in anticipation. Like Brideen earlier, John didn’t answer her protests. He moved with purpose to remove her thigh high white leather boots. His next actions pulled down the white leggings she wore. Her pink white skin prickled in the cool night air. Her pussy was clean shaven and beautiful. He was drawn to her woman hood.
A light kiss from him made her gasp and arch her back. “You don’t want to taste me John, that’s dirty.”
“Don’t ever tell me this precious part of your body is dirty. It’s hot as fuck.” The young man simply kissed and tongued her pussy like it was her mouth. He dragged his tongue through her slit, feeling every fold covered in slippery fluid.
Where was the clitoris? I heard it was something under a hood. He searched with his tongue, creating a serpentine path with its tip. Brideen’s blue eyes rolled in the back of her head and she reached out with her hands to grasp his short black hair and force his mouth harder onto her cunt. “John, keep going. It’s so good!”
Once he reached the top of her love taco, he thought he found what he was looking for. Under a flap of pink flesh, his tongue found what could be only described as a small marble of hot pink flesh. Experimenting, he licked and sucked it. Brideen responded immediately, pulling his hair painfully and squeezing his skull in her vice like thighs.
“John! You're sucking me hard. Mmmh. Fuck my pussy with your fingers too, I’m begging you.”
John’s right hand angled under his chin and he slowly inserted his fingers in her wet loving warmth. The girl exulted in the penetration and started to undo whatever straps and lace that kept her bosom covered. Every single moment of delving deeper was seared into John’s memory, being the first time he ever had any part of his body inside a vagina. He stopped when he felt a rubbery golf ball of flesh with a small hole on its surface. He imagined that it was the entrance to her womb. Something in his heart told him to be gentle, so he simply stroked around the end of her canal. She moaned in frustration. “Fuck it John, fingerbang my pussy.”
Straightening his two fingers he started pumping. A moderate wetness became a drenched mess. Her clitoris was now being sucked instead of licked. She started balling her fists and hitting him on the back of his shoulders in protest of being stimulated so roughly.
“If you keep this up I’m going to squirt all over your handsome face John.”
What’s squirting? He relished her unique flavor, something he never experienced in his life before. He dearly wanted this woman to experience the same pleasure that she had given him, so he sucked harder and pistoned his hand about as fast as he thought she would enjoy it.
Her pelvis turned away from his mouth, but he repositioned in hot pursuit of her love bean. Finally overcome, she unloaded a stream of fluid onto the bridge of his nose.
“Aaaah. I love it! John, I love what you did. I’ve never felt so good.” She shuddered for a long while and then pushed his head away from her pussy. “Too much, I’m sensitive now.”
John moved to spoon Brideen. This position was the closest he had ever gotten to Tricia when they would cuddle on her bed. Now with Brideen, his hard cock parted her thighs but he refrained from thrusting and simply held her naked body, kissing her neck lightly.
A loving cuddle morphed into a tight hold, like John was fearing for his life. “I did a bad thing, didn't I?”
“You were very good at doing it though. And I’m just kidding, you did nothing wrong.” She talked in a way that screamed vulnerability. “I could tell you were inexperienced John, but for a first try you were amazing.” She turned to him and kissed him greedily. “I want your raw power inside me John.”
“But…”
“Don’t say it John. Why don't we simply say we are each other’s comfort until you find your true love.” The look on her face was innocent. “I don’t need commitment, I just need you.”
Is Tricia prettier than her? He had trouble deciding. “You deserve real love Brideen, you need to find someone who can…”
Brideen forced her mouth over his and then pulled him on top of her. “My pussy won’t rest until you’ve claimed it.”
The head of his penis touched her clit and then migrated south and then back up again. This happened while the pair sucked on each other’s faces in the dark.
“Brideen you’re so pretty.” He kissed and grabbed her breasts. “Why would you want to be with me?”
“Shut up and fuck me. I need your raw dick inside of me.”
“But what if you… ouch!”
Brideen bit his ear to shut him up. She grabbed his cock and guided it inside of her. After two slow strokes he quickened and fucked her furiously. She found she was reaching orgasm quickly.
“I can’t stand it John. Push me down!”
Taking his hands he grasped her shoulders and forced her back to the wool blanket. His cock now owned her pussy, filling and emptying her every half second. Her abdomen tensed at the endless pounding her gash suffered. Her body pushed back on it’s own, involuntarily struggling against the hard fucking. His hands cupped her breasts and massaged her nipples. Her breasts were large and firm. The ping nipples looked like they were aching and so he gently pinched them.
Losing all control the night was filled with Brideens moans. She became frantic, not able to handle the continuous orgasm. “John, please cum inside of me. I can’t take it anymore.”
He clenched the blanket and gave all his power to each thrust. His balls smashed into the bottom of her pelvis on each punishing stroke. Brideen wrapped her long thick legs around him in complete submission and his cock buried itself deep. Not long after, his balls tingled with each smash into her and large strings of cum erupted from his penis, into her womb.
While they orgasmed they made out passionately, knowing their partner’s desperate thirst for love. Brideen squealed into the starry night.
Brideen kept muttering “I love John’s cock.” Over and over until he collapsed next to her. Her pussy leaked thick gobs of spooge, ruining the fine blanket, but Brideen didn’t care.
“I want you to use my body whenever you feel tension, John. I need you to not worry about it until you find Tricia. I’ll take whatever you can give me.” She pecked him over and over.
John was in a state of pure lust and kissed her back, massaging her generous ass and tits. “Can I come to you in the night?”
“Any time John.”
I don’t deserve this. Brideen is so good to me. In the moment he lost all thought of Tricia and dozed off to a peaceful slumber.
