DPS, Or Why Backstabbing Isn't Just Combat Anymore
The battle had been raging for hours now, with neither side giving nor gaining ground. The cries of battle drifted up to my position on a towertop, raining down spells as needed.
"More DPS on the tanks!" Cried a voice from a singing stone in a pouch on my belt, eliciting a sigh from me.
"Surely that wasn't directed at me." I said, as I lobbed another fireball at a heavily plated soldier rushing down a hill. The fire engulfed him, melting portions of his plate, but it didn't seem to impede him much. I tapped the singing stone on my belt, switching options to display health bars. The one above the soldier's was little more than three quarters gone.
"Yeah, mage, more DPS!" Came another voice, guttural and deep.
"Ugh." I grunted. "You do realize I'm the only mage on this team, right?" I conjured up another fireball, sending it soldier-ward as he charged one of our own computer-controlled soldiers. Both the bot and the player character fell, their equipment smoking piles of slag.
"Quit usin' fire magic, noob!" Came another cry, one soldier looking up at me from the battlefield. "I wanted his shit! Stupid fuckin' troll mages."
"Oh by the gods above..." I muttered, sighing and rubbing my pale blue brow. Sweat dripped from it, partially due to the cloying humidity in the Sevarian Jungle, and partially from the exertion that came with manipulating mana. I called forth more fireballs, sending them towards a charging group further up the hill. They rained down like hail, a few missing but most striking their mark. I did considerable damage, considering that I was several levels higher than the average for this area. I had only entered this skirmish to gain more reputation amongst the leaders of my clan,the Blackfeather Trolls.
"Dunno where, but we got a stealthed rogue." Said a calmer voice, filled with melodic tones. I recognized her voice as the player I had joined up with, my only real friend on this server. I tapped the stone again, casting with one hand as I picked it up and held it to my head, phone-style.
"Sylvarian," I said, a pronounced sigh to my voice. "I'm probably going to switch back to my other server after this...I'm too high leveled for here."
"Right, right." Came the delayed, out of breath response. The sound of pounding hooves was loud through the Private Message. "I'm heading back to request reinforcements."
"Okay. I'll keep my casting up." I tucked the stone back in my pouch, going back to casting full-time.
A few moments passed as I continued to cast. Before long, however, I felt a slight tug on my belt. I reflexively dropped one hand, tapping the pouch that held both my singing stone and my Tome, the source of my spells. My hand kept going, until it stopped against my toned thigh.
"The fuc-" I began, but was swiftly interrupted by a knee driving into my back. I went to my knees, and found myself immediately locked into a headlock.
"Shh, troll." Came a deep voice, whispering into my ear. "Keep quiet if you want to keep your throat." The flesh on the arms holding me was a deep jade, and heavily muscled. He drug me back, keeping the lock around my throat tight and giving me little option as we ducked behind a stack of crates, spinning me around and pinning me by the shoulders to it. I felt the cold steel of a dagger against my throat as I came eye-to-eye with a masked orc, his amber eyes glinting in the afternoon sun. His long violet hair was pulled back into a tight braid, and his body was covered in black leather armor. He pressed down hard on my shoulder, nodding a bit.
"Kneel." He commanded. I did so, looking up at him. His dagger rested against the side of my throat now, and it felt its sharpness with every beat of my heart. His other hand went to his belt, swiftly unbuckling and unfastening it. I felt myself blush, eyes going wide as he revealed his thick member, half-erect and throbbing hotly before me. It was surrounded by a thick tuft of violet pubic hair, smelling strongly of masculine musk. "Suck it."
"Wh-What?" I gasped, looking from it to him. "I'm not going t-" He pressed the dagger firmer against my neck, bringing a light trickle of blood with it. I winced strongly, hissing in pain.
"I ain't givin' ya a choice. Suck it." He grinned. I trembled a bit as he lifted his swiftly hardening member with one gloved hand. I licked it softly, the intense musky taste flooding my senses as I did. I began gently licking it, tracing the thick veins in it as it throbbed. The orc groaned quietly, his head falling back and mouth opening slightly as I licked. I couldn't help but moan quietly myself, my own member slowly hardening under my loincloth. He'd never see this though, my lavender robe closed tightly around my body.
"Nnrgh...lickin's nice, but suck it..." The orc groaned. I glared up at him as he looked at me, shaking my head slightly. The orc grinned menacingly, dropping his dagger and grabbing my tusks roughly. I gasped as he did, the feeling equivalent to having your lower jaw yanked. He thrust forward, into my open mouth, pushing me back against the crates. I gagged and choked as he thrust, but soon became accustomed to it as I let my tongue explore the member swiftly thrusting in my maw, held tight in place by his tight grip on my tusks. He thrust strongly, driving his stiff member deeply, filling my mouth with his warmth and causing me to choke again. Abruptly he pulled out, his member glistening with my saliva.
His grip shifted again as I knelt there, slightly dazed as he held my head against the crates. His other hand strongly gripped my belt, yanking it off and opening my robe. He was far less gentle with my loincloth, ripping it free from my body as he pulled my legs out from under me.
"N-Ngh! Hey!" I protested, grabbing his arm with my own and feebly struggling against him. 'Next level, upgrade Strength.' I thought, as he fended me off without much effort. Without a further word he lifted my legs, kneeling and moving into position. His slickened member bumped against my virgin ass, causing me to yelp in surprise.
"N-No, please, please don't..." I begged as he grinned at me. "P-please..."
"Like hell I'm walkin' away now." The orc grunted. He pressed forward, grimacing at my tightness. He scooped up his dagger just as I was reaching for it, and in a flash it was at my neck again. I stiffened, stopping my struggles as he pushed more firmly. Pain flared through my ass, lessened only barely by the saliva on his cock. Suddenly his member slid to the hilt, pain rushing through me like a barbed torrent. I couldn't help but cry out as he penetrated, but he didn't seem to care as he began to viciously thrust. My member, softened considerably by the pain ripping through me, dripped a small amount of pre as his firmness slid inside me, throbbing hot and thrusting mercilessly. I took it in my hand, stroking softly as his massive member violated me deeply, his flesh pounding against mine as our bodies dripped sweat. I soon hardened again, panting in pleasure as he took me, thrusting violently.
Pain slowly gave way to pleasure as he took me, my long hair soaked with sweat as he viciously thrust, his muscled body pressed against mine. He removed the dagger, grabbing my tusk again and maneuvering me into a deep kiss. Taken by the moment I returned it, our tongues dancing along each others as he thrust, my own stroking fueled by the sheer lust of the moment. Our pants and moans filled the air, out of earshot of anyone else by the sheer height of the tower. Voices drifted up from the singing stone in the discarded pouch on the other side of the crates, but were drowned out by the animalistic grunts and sounds of our sex.
"I-I'm gonna..." The orc whispered, breaking the kiss as he panted. I looked at him confused for a moment, before he clenched and held me right, growling deeply. His seed jetted deeply into me, filling me with sticky warmth. I cried out and orgasmed as well, the sheer sensation sending me so far over the edge I had no chance to hold it back. My seed spattered across our naked flesh, pressed between us and mixing with our sweat. He pulled out swiftly, his member coated in seed as he glanced around. He pulled a flag down from a post, wiping himself off as the distant sound of footsteps drifted up from the lower levels of the tower.
I laid there, dazed and afterglowing, as he swiftly rearmored. He disappeared around the crates as a pair of people ascended the stairs, a female elf with flowing raven hair and a stocky dwarf wearing platemail that looked far too heavy for me to even lift. I dimly acknowledged them as they stared agape at me.
"K-Kejyn?" Stammered the elf. The dwarf merely sighed and looked away.
"I found your rogue." I panted quietly, before slumping to the side and passing out.