Clara's Misadventures in VR Pt. 03

|| -- Chapter 15 -- ||

After their visit with Selene, Clara and Abigail headed home for the night. For Abigail, that was a tent in the forest outside the village. Compared to renting an inn room, sleeping outside was far cheaper.

"You're sure it's okay for me to crash with you tonight?" Clara asked. She blinked in surprise when she saw the size of the tent. It was large enough for two, but just barely. "I don't want to impose."

"Don't worry, it's bigger on the inside." Abigail pulled open the flap, and warm light spilled out from inside it. "I usually save up my money, but a tent isn't something I skimp on."

"Woah." Clara blinked as she looked into the tent.

It was fully furnished with an ornate bed, a dresser, and a hanging lantern suspended from the ceiling. It looked more like a bedroom than a tent. The inside was small compared to an inn room, but it was far bigger than its outward appearances suggested.

Abigail stepped inside and Clara followed her in.

"I hope you don't mind sharing a bed," Abigail said. "I've never had a roommate before, so this is the only one I have. We'll have to sleep pretty close tonight."

"I don't mind." Clara glanced at the bed and nodded. However, when Abigail began to take off her clothes, she blushed.

(We're gonna be sleeping together... We'll be in the same bed, side by side and barely clothed...) The warmth rushed to Clara's cheeks as she thought about it.

The last time she'd slept in the same bed with someone was her roommate. It was just a whimsical thing, and they didn't do anything, but Clara could still remember how hard her heart pounded that night. It was right after they experimented with kissing each other, but she'd been too nervous to do anything. She'd barely slept a wink as she felt the warmth of her roommate next to her.

(You're still acting like a total virgin, you know that?) Abigail sent her thoughts through their telepathic connection, and the heat in Clara's face grew even worse.

"I-I'm not." She shook her head vigorously. "Even if I ignore the times you and I had sex, I still got fucked by Selene. You can't call me a virgin after that."

"I know, and it really pisses me off." Abigail turned back towards Clara, and she stepped closer, bringing their bodies tight. In the confines of the tent, Clara had nowhere to turn.

"What do you mean by that..?" Clara's heart pounded in her chest. Abigail's intense eyes were so close, and she could feel her smaller breasts pushing into her own.

"Alleyway sex doesn't count, nor does getting fucked by some tentacles..." Abigail reached down, and she hiked up Clara's skirt, pulling the dress up her body. "From my perspective, you lost your virginity to Selene's strap on, and that really pisses me off."

"Uhm... I..." Clara swallowed as Abigail lifted her dress higher and higher. Reflexively, she raised her arms, allowing Abigail to pull it up over her head, but it left her naked. The only thing she had left was her white cotton panties.

"I wanted that honor, you know?" Abigail leaned even closer, bringing her lips centimeters from Clara's. "I wanted to be the one to make you feel like a real woman."

Clara's eyes fluttered. Abigail was so close, and she felt her lips closing in on hers.

This was a kiss, right? Abigail was leaning in to kiss her. That had to be it. Clara waited with her eyes closed, trembling in anticipation. Abigail's words made her heart pound in her chest, and she wanted nothing more than for their lips to meet.

Seconds passed, and Clara doubted herself. Perhaps this was a rom-com moment where Abigail was just reaching for something behind her. Perhaps there was something on the bed that she needed to grab, and she didn't mean to get so close. However, just when Clara was about to open her eyes, she felt them.

Abigail's lips brushed hers, then their two mouths connected, and Abigail embraced her. She squeezed Clara tight, crushing her in her arms as she kissed.

It was so intense, Clara's mind spun. She nearly collapsed right then and there, but Abigail held her tight. The passionate kiss continued on for what felt like an eternity, and Clara let out a heavy breath through her nose.

From her experiments with her roommate, she wasn't unfamiliar with kissing another woman. Abigail's soft lips felt familiar against hers, but the kiss was much more passionate than anything Clara could recall. Despite having dozens of intense orgasms since entering the game, this was the first time she had kissed inside the virtual reality, and it felt even more intense than sex.

"Nnnnnmmh..." Clara mewled into Abigail's mouth and she panted for breath through her nose.

"I might not be your first anymore," Abigail said, and she pulled back, fixing her with another intense, smoldering gaze, and Clara's knees gave out.

. "But I'll be the first to make love to you."

Clara'

, and s. "But I'll be the first to make love to you."

Clara'he fell backwards onto the bed, staring up at Abi. Her heart pounded in her ears, and she struggled to breathe. The words just kept repeating in her head, how Abigail said she was angry with her getting fucked by Selene, and how she wanted to be her first.

(When she says 'make love', what does she even mean..?) Clara thought to herself. Was that truly different from sex?

(I'll show you exactly what I mean.) Abigail pulled off her crop top, and she slid her shorts down her legs, leaving her in only her panties, just like Clara herself. (This isn't going to be like that cheap allwon'tad.)

, or our short stint in the dressing room

Clara swallowed. There was something intense about the way Abi looked at her, and even as she stripped, she didn't break that gaze. Throughout it all, she stared directly into Clara's eyes.

"I, uhm..." She tried to think of something to say, but nothing came out.

"Shh... You don't need to say anything." Abigail took her hand, and she pushed Clara down onto the bed, laying atop her. "Our emotions need only to come out through our bodies."

Clara swallowed. Abi was so close, staring so intensely into her eyes. The confused churn in her thoughts only grew worse with Abigail's soft naked body pressing against hers. There were no clothes to separate them anymore.

Her nipples pressed against Abi's; her thigh resting between hers, and Abi's thigh between Clara's own legs. The embrace was even closer than when they kissed. However, Abigail didn't move to kiss her again, she just stared down at her in silence.

(Look only at me, Clara.) Abigail thought to her.

(I don't know what that means... I am looking at you.) Clara wanted to laugh. She was so nervous, yet so aroused. Her pussy clenched inside her panties, begging for something to fill it, but she was too embarrassed to ask Abigail.

"You're even denser than I thought." Abigail smiled and she leaned down, kissing her again.

Her soft lips pressed against Clara's, and she moaned into the embrace between their mouths. Abigail's body felt so good against hers, especially when she kissed her like this.

On and on, she kissed her and their lips smacked together, filling the tent. With each new embrace of Abi's lips, Clara grew more aroused, and her nipples throbbed on her breasts. Between her legs, the inside of her panties grew into a smothering mess, and a large stain formed in her underwear. However, Abigail didn't do anything but kiss her.

Even as Clara mewled into her mouth, squirming on the bed, eyes fluttering in helpless arousal, Abigail continued to kiss her. It felt cruel, like she was purposefully teasing her. Clara panted for breath, barely able to breathe through the urges coursing through her, but Abi made no move to satisfy those urges.

"Is something wrong?" Abi pulled back looking down at her with a half-smile. "You've started to squirm."

"I... Uhm... Aren't you going to put it inside?" Clara tightened her legs, squeezing around Abigail's thigh. However, Abi shook her head.

"I said I was gonna make love to you, not fuck you." Abigail pulled back and she sat up on the bed.

Clara blinked in surprise. "What?"

All her pent up arousal had nowhere to go. A flicker of frustration built inside her chest, and she shook her head. Just when it felt like she would feel the best, Abigail had pulled back.

"I have some dildos in my dresser if you want to masturbate." Abigail gave her a serious look. "If you're really that desperate, you can borrow one."

"You're the one who built me up like this... Take some responsibility." Clara shook her head. The thought of using a dildo didn't even interest her. She wanted Abigail... and the cock that lay between her legs.

"I'm not interested in fucking you. Not tonight." Abigail said and she shook her head. "I want to show you what it really feels like to make love."

"I don't get it." Clara shook her head. "Don't those mean the same thing?"

Abigail had been talking in riddles all day. Why didn't alleyway sex count, but this did? Was it the bed? No, because there was something else that made Abigail pause. Whatever she was looking for, Clara didn't know what it was.

"Making love is very different, Clara." Abigail leaned closer, bringing her voice down to a whisper. "It's not something I can do to you, it's something that happens between us. It takes two to tango, you know?"

Clara still didn't know what she was talking about, but her cheeks burned as Abigail whispered to her. With a furtive glance, she looked up to see an amused smile on Abigail's lips.

"What's so funny?" Clara gave an indignant pout.

"I think it's cute how you,"lushed frsaid, and her crooked smile widened even furt.) Abigail thought back to her.

"Shut up..." Clara shook her head.

"You know, I learned a lot about you today." Abigail scooched closer. "I learned you had a slutty side, a cute side, an innocent side, and how you're totally clueless on everything important in life."

"Now you're just making fun of me." Clara shook her head.

"But, after learning more about you, it made me want to make love to you," Abigail said. "I want to show you what genuine sex is all about, and how the passions of the heart can be expressed through the body. However, I can't do that alone."

(I still don't get it...) Clara thought to herself. (You're just talking in riddles now.)

(Try thinking about it a little harder.) Abigail reached out and cupped Clara's cheek, turning her face back towards hers. "Look at me, Clara."

Clara stared at her. Abigail was just as cute as ever, with her blonde ponytail and soft features. She was cute and reminded her of the roommate she had in college, but Clara couldn't see anything else.

"What am I supposed to be looking for?" Clara asked.

"Don't look for anything." Abigail shook her head. "Look at me. I want to make love to you. Do you want the same?"

(Of course! I want you to make love to me. I don't understand why you are holding back.) Clara clenched her thighs together, squirming on the bed. (Just tell me what you want me to do.)

"It's not about what I want; it's about what you want." Abigail smiled and shook her head. "This is gonna be a long night, it seems."

"I want you to make love to me." Clara nodded vigorously. "I want you to show me the difference you were talking about. I want to feel everything that you said."

"You're still not looking at me. Not the way I thought you would." Abigail gave a sad smile and shook her head. "Perhaps I misread things."

"Wait..." Clara grabbed her hand, tightening it in hers. She looked down at it, then back up to meet Abigail's eyes. "I'm sorry to disappoint you..."

"I'm not disappointed. It's just... I can't make love to you unless you also want the same." Abigail shook her head.

"I want you to make love to me too-" Clara began to repeat herself, then stopped. "Oh..."

It clicked, and she immediately felt dumb. For the first time that night, she looked at Abigail. Not at her outward appearance, but who she was.

This was Abigail, the woman who tried to help her in the village. She also cornered her in an alleyway and got her to suck her cock, but Abi treated her respectfully. When she asked not to be called a pervert, Abi called her a lady. When she felt like she was losing her mind, Abi believed in her. When she needed help, Abi took her in. Despite only meeting her earlier that day, Abi felt like someone she could trust. She was the closest friend Clara had since her roommate disappeared all those years ago, and her mere presence made Clara feel more comfortable. When she was getting fucked by Selene's strap, Abi was the only thing she could think about.

"I want to make love to you too..." Clara said. It wasn't a desire for Abigail to make love to her, but for her to make love to Abi. All this time, she'd been thinking about it backwards.

"That's exactly what I was hoping to hear." Abi said.

"Then... Allow me..." Clara leaned in and kissed her. Once more, her heart pounded, and she wasn't sure if it was the right action, but when Abigail leaned into the kiss, she knew it was the right one.

Her confidence grew as they kissed together, and Clara pushed her over. She kissed harder and smacked her lips against Abigail's. For the first time since entering the virtual world, she took the lead. She was in control.

She pushed her knee against Abigail's panties, rubbing against the bulge inside them. With slow deliberate strokes, she humped against her, and Abigail's moans tickled her lips. With every rock of her hips, she felt Abigail's member stiffen and engorge.

(God, I'm so fucking horny.) Clara thought to herself. She needed Abigail's cock inside her, but the desire felt different this time. She didn't just want to lay there and get fucked; she wanted to take the top.

"Go ahead..." Abigail pushed down her panties, letting her cock pop out. "I won't stop you this time."

"Thank fuck." Clara almost laughed, and she pushed aside her own panties. With her legs straddling Abi's hips, she let herself down on top of her cock, sliding it deep inside her. Just inserting the thick member made tingles of pleasure ripple out through her pussy.

"God, you're even sexier like this..." Abigail thrust into her from beneath. "I didn't expect a shy girl like you to lay me down."

Clara's heart skipped at her words, and her confidence wavered as she thought about how reserved she normally was. However, she pushed away the self doubt. Staring down at Abigail, she smiled and squeezed her large breasts, rocking her hips back and forth over her cock.

"I'm gonna make you scream... Once you taste my pussy, you're never gonna go back." Clara's cheeks burned as she said the words, and the embarrassed part of her wanted to cringe up and disappear. Only in her wildest fantasies did she ever think about dirty talking during sex, but Abigail smiled up at her.

"I won't let us sleep tonight. I'm gonna savor this body of yours until sunrise."

Clara's heart skipped at the words, and she felt her confidence grow. Despite how embarrassed she was, Abigail had rolled with it. She'd accepted her.

Once more, the warm feeling in her chest grew stronger, and Clara panted for breath. As she bobbed her hips over Abigail's cock, she moaned loudly. Not just from pleasure, but from relief. It felt like an enormous weight lifted from her shoulders.

She no longer cared about being embarrassed. Abigail had seen all her embarrassing thoughts and more. There was nothing to worry about, not when she was with her like this.

"Clara... Come here." Abi grabbed her hand, pulling her down onto her chest. She began to thrust her hips into hers and squeezed her tight. "I love you..."

"I love you too..." Clara whispered the words into her ear, swinging her hips faster against Abi's.

She felt like she was going insane. They'd only met today, but she meant the words. She'd never felt so comfortable with someone, never felt so safe. As Abi squeezed her in a tight embrace, the warmth in Clara's chest grew larger.

She wasn't sure how long they continued like that, thrusting and embracing together on the bed. However, the warmth in her chest only grew larger as the hours passed. By the end, sweat drenched the sheets, and they both panted for breath from the exertion.

"I'm coming..." Abigail whispered.

"Me too..." Clara leaned down, and she slammed her hips against Abi's. At the same time, she kissed her once more, embracing their lips as their shared orgasm rippled through their bodies.

Once, twice, three times, Abi's cock spurt into her, and Clara's mind spun from satisfaction. The waves of pleasure twitched through her sex, and she clenched down around her cock, moaning. For what felt like minutes--or perhaps hours--they moaned and squeezed each other tight on the bed.

Only once they passed out did their embrace loosen.

|| -- Chapter 16 -- ||

The next morning, Clara and Abigail set out towards the northern plains. They accepted a quest to cull the number of slimes in the grassy fields, and the guild would pay them one small silver for every Broken Slime Core they brought back.

"Do you remember what I told you, Clara?" Abigail asked. "Don't let any of the slime splash on you when we break the core. It's very important."

It was a bright sunny morning, and they stood in the grassy fields together. The air was pleasantly warm, and the smell of grass in the air was relaxing. However, herds of small blue slimes jumped around through the fields.

Clara and Abigail stood at the top of a small hill, only five meters away from a blue slime. Unlike the other ones in the field, it was alone, and Abi had chosen it for their first target. Since Clara had no combat experience, she wanted her to prove she had what it took to defeat a genuine monster.

"Is it necessary to worry about the rest of the slime?" Clara glanced between the slime and then back at Abi. "If the core is destroyed, won't the rest become inert?"

"It'll lose coherence, but it won't die." Abigail shook her head. "A slime can grow out of a single drop. If we track the remnants of a slime into the city, we could create a monster outbreak."

"That seems dangerous..." Clara turned back towards the slime in front of them.

The blue gelatinous blob came up to knee height, and it had a soft rounded shape--similar to a water balloon. With its vivid azure hue, it looked cartoonish, but Clara couldn't underestimate the tiny creature. If only a single drop of its body was necessary to clone itself, it sounded worse than dandelion weeds.

"There's a shower outside of town to wash ourselves if anything happens, but it's best not to need the shower in the first place," Abigail said. "That water is cold."

"Okay, I'll be careful." Clara pulled her wand out of her thigh strap, and she turned towards the creature.

She hadn't used combat magic before, but there was one spell that she wanted to try. Of the ones in her magic book, there was one that got Clara excited to use. It was the fireball spell, a classic magical attack for any fantasy RPG. While picturing it in her mind's eye, she pointed her wand at the creature.

"Seriously, be careful, Clara." Abigail said. "And whatever you do, don't use fire."

"I got this- What?" Clara had just finished composing the spell when Abigail's warning caught her by surprise. She had already begun casting it when she realized her mistake. (I can't use fire?!)

[ I Can't Use Fire? ]

The ball of fire burst out of her wand and hurtled towards the wandering slime. It struck it with a rumbling boom, and then the small blue slime exploded. However, the explosion was much larger and wetter than Clara expected.

The small slime burst into a thousand smaller droplets. However, the smaller droplets grew larger, turning into watermelon-shaped balls of blue slime, then those burst into smaller droplets and grew in size again. Where the smaller slime had stood, a thousand more slimes exploded out of it as it duplicated itself ad infinitum.

"Ah!" Clara screamed in a higher pitch than perhaps was necessary, and the rush of slime splashed all over her, covering her in the vivid blue substance.

It dripped down her face, cascaded down her breasts, and a large amount slipped inside her dress. In an instant, she was soaked in the blue slime and dripping from head to toe in it.

"Clara..." Abi looked over at her, and she was in a similar state. Her normal rogue-ish outfit was drenched in the blue slime and more of the small droplets clung to her skin and hair. "Why would you use fire magic on a slime!? You're obviously supposed to use ice, everyone knows that."

"I didn't know that. In all the games I played, you're supposed to use fire on the slimes." Clara shook her head, blushing in embarrassment.

(That's right, she's not from around here...) Abigail thought to herself, and Clara nodded.

(Sorry, perhaps I should have waited longer to cast my spell.) Clara sent her thoughts back through their telepathic connection, and she lowered her gaze towards the green grass.

"There's no need to blame yourself, and..." Abigail looked around them and grimaced. "We have bigger issues to worry about."

The slime bits grew into new slimes, surrounding them in a field of the blue water balloon-like creatures. Each one was the size of a watermelon and just as large as the original. Clara had only managed to duplicate the small monster a hundred times over.

"Oh..." Clara swallowed nervously.

To make matters worse, her skin tingled where the slime droplets clung to her. The slime secreted a light aphrodisiac directly onto her body, and with the slime coating every inch of her, the arousal-inducing substance worked fast.

A flutter ran through Clara's belly, and her nipples stiffened inside her dress. She pushed her knees together, blushing at the countless slimes surrounding her, and a ripple of anticipation ran between her legs. Despite the situation, her pussy grew hot and dripping with arousal.

(Reason number two for avoiding contact with slimes...) Abigail thought, and she glanced at Clara, a similar blush filling her cheeks. (They are difficult to ignore once they get inside your clothes.)

A large bulge formed in Abi's shorts as her cock grew erect, and the sight sent a fresh flutter through Clara's belly. She glanced at it, blushing. (Sorry...)

"There's nothing to apologize for. Besides, slimes are mostly harmless. We'll get out of this alive." Abigail turned to face the hundreds of slimes around them and she took a step back, coming up next to Clara. "I hope you don't mind getting fucked by these things though, we might be here for a while."

"A-Are you already giving up?" Clara's voice wavered as the arousal burned through her body, and her knees nearly gave out. Inside her dress, it almost felt like the slime was purposefully licking at her nipples, and the small amount inside her panties had made a b-line for clit, as if they knew exactly what they were doing.

"No, but..." Abigail shook her head. "The easiest way to deal with a slime hoard like this is to dig in our heels for the long hall."

"Hang on, what are you doing?" Clara blinked in surprise.

Abigail stipped off her shorts and shirt, tossing them aside. Her dagger, which was sheathed on her belt, also landed in the heap of her clothes. In an instant, Abigail was naked and defenseless. Despite her insistence, it looked like she was giving up her body to the slimes.

"You'll see..." Abigail turned to the crowd of slimes and spread her legs towards them. "This is what it means to be in it for the long hall."

Clara watched her, blushing. As the first slime reached her, it traveled up between Abigail's legs, and she sat down on it. The blue slime enveloped her hips, pushing inside her ass and stroking her cock at the same time.

(No really, what is she doing?!) Clara thought to herself, and her cheeks burned in embarrassment. When a slime approached her, she kicked it away. Despite how good it would feel to throw herself into a slime, she did her best to resist the urge. (Perhaps Abi has lost her mind.)

(I haven't lost my mind.) Abigail thought back. (Just watch.)

"Ah, fuck!" Abigail cried out, and a spurt of seed erupted from her cock, pouring out inside the slime. "C'mere, everyone. See? I'm totally vulnerable."

The other slimes began crowding around her. However, as they got close, Abigail shot out a hand, grabbing the core from inside one. Like a bear fishing for salmon, she swiped the cores out from the slimes around her and crushed them in her hand.

A wet splurging sound came out of the targeted slimes, and they melted into puddles. One by one, Abigail defeated them with her bare hands. However, it didn't stop what the slime beneath her was doing.

Clara noticed spurt after spurt of seed leaving Abigail's cock, and the rogue moaned. Up above, small tentacles of slime reached out of it, flicking over her nipples. The sight of her small tits getting played with caused a tingle of anticipation to form in Clara's own chest, and her blushing grew worse.

(That looks like it would feel good... No, what am I thinking!?) Clara shook her head, tightly clenching her wand in one hand.

(This is the most efficient way to hunt slimes.) Abigail thought to her. (You're welcome to join me.)

She shot Clara a smoldering look, but then her face twisted in ecstasy as yet another spurt of seed twitched out of her cock. As she lunged at one slime, she missed it as her hands trembled from the orgasm.

"There are some side effects, of course." Abi shuddered and shook her head, but her cheeks were bright red. "With this number, it will take me a while to finish them all. I really could use some help."

Abigail glanced back at her, and Clara's determination wavered.

It felt wrong to give into these monsters, but if it was the most efficient way to hunt them, who was she to argue with Abi? Clara had a duty to help her, didn't she? If she were to say no now, wouldn't she be letting her fellow party member down?

The slime inside Clara's clothes sensed her emotions waver, and they released a fresh wave of aphrodisiacs, pumping it into her body. In an instant, the heat between her legs redoubled.

Clara clenched her thighs together, and her core tightened as the urges built inside her. It took all her strength just to remain standing as her knees threatened to give out. The arousal burned like a hot fire in her belly, causing her breath to come in heavy sighs and ears to burn a bright red.

She could think of nothing she wanted more than to get filled, just like Abi was. To feel those same slimy tentacles on her own chest, playing with her own nipples, filling her sex and ass with their amorphous appendages.

The thought was intoxicating. Clara bit her lower lip, and she felt a drop of slime dripping down her slit. Despite being disconnected from a core, it wasn't dead. The slime knew exactly what it was doing as it slipped inside her clitoral hood.

As she stood there, the drop of slime vibrated around her clit, squeezing it and amplifying the sensation. The pleasure was so intense, and the aphrodisiacs so strong, Clara came right where she stood. Even as she wavered in uncertainty, the drop of blue slime pushed her over the edge.

(No way... I'm coming!) Clara's hands shot between her legs. Without thinking, she began rubbing her panties. It was like the last straw breaking, and she couldn't help rubbing her pussy as the pleasure and urges crescendoed through her.

(Even if you don't let them fuck you, there's more than enough slime in your clothes to tease you... Fuck, I'm coming too!) Abigail's cock spurted another load of twitching seed out of her cock and she let out a loud moan.

Clara laughed and shook her head. The last of her hesitation disappeared as she saw Abigail come. With a moan, she fell to all fours, kneeling in the grass, and the tentacles surrounded her from all sides. Their tentacles stretched out of her and thrust into her sex, filling her pussy.

The tentacles of the slimes changed shape, perfectly adapting to the exact number of ridges and bumps to drive her crazy. With quick fast thrusts, they pumped in and out of her sex, sending Clara toppling into a second orgasm, then a third.

Whatever aphrodisiac was in the slime, it felt like it released her limiter, allowing her to come as quickly and fast as she wanted. For what felt like hours, she knelt on all fours, letting the slimes fuck her from both ends and driving her into more orgasms than she could count.

They milked her magic and she occasionally saw the slimes duplicate. It wasn't like they weren't feeding off her for nothing, but Abigail took them out faster than they could reproduce. Just as she promised, this was the most efficient way for them to take out the slimes.

Clara, however, couldn't concentrate on taking out any slimes. On her first expedition to cull the slimes, she created more slimes than she slayed.

|| -- Chapter 17 -- ||

Clara and Abi picked up the slime cores. After Abigail finished off the last of the slimes, there was nothing left but a field of puddles around them and the remnants of the slime cores. Clara stored each one in her item box so they could sell them to the guild later.

"We won't be able to claim these as part of our culling quest, but we'll still make a little coin off these monster materials," Abi said.

"We won't get full price for these?" Clara picked up the last one, tossing it into a glowing hole that connected to her storage. "Why not?"

"We were paid to eliminate slimes, but these were created from your magic." Abigail stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her outfit. "If we claimed these for our quest, it would be fraud."

"I guess that makes sense." In the games Clara played, it didn't matter where you got the items. Some MMOs allowed you to turn in quest items you purchased from other players, but it seemed like this world was much more thought out than most games.

After they collected all the cores, Clara used her magic to clean them up.

Abi had taken off her clothes before getting fucked, but she had been caught in the initial slime explosion. Her crop top and shorts were still damp with slime, and if she left it like that, the aphrodisiac substance would soak into her body.

Clara gave a flick and swish of her wand, clearing away the damp slime in an instant. The blue secretions were whisked out of Abi's clothes, and she tossed the ball of slime over to the side. It was an easy spell, but Clara would have more trouble with her own situation.

(Those slimes stole my panties...) She thought to herself.

Just like the tentacles, one of the mischievous slimes grabbed her panties and ran off with them. She didn't have a chance to catch it with her mind preoccupied by the countless orgasms, and it meant she was going commando again. Below her dress, her bare sex and ass were exposed to the air.

(You must be unlucky. None of them stole my underwear.) Abigail thought back to her. (Perhaps they prefer your scent to mine?)

"Shut up, I don't smell..." Clara shook her head, blushing. "Oh, that reminds me. I didn't orgasm when you came from the slimes. Did something happen to your ring?"

"Oh, uh..." Abigail scratched her cheek awkwardly. "I took it off before sitting on that slime. I figured you wouldn't want to be forced to orgasm with me."

"That's no good..." Clara stepped closer to Abigail and she took her hands into her own. "Abi..."

The field of slime puddles wasn't a romantic location, but Clara blushed as she held Abi's hands in her own. She summoned the confidence she felt during their previous night together and fixed her gaze on the blonde rogue in front of her.

"What is it?" Abigail stared at her, and a light blush filled her cheeks.

"Don't take off that ring unless you have to..." Clara bit her lip. "I want to feel your thoughts, especially when you are coming."

(Ahhhh! I can't believe I really said that!) Clara blushed hard, and her inner thoughts escaped as her confidence wavered, but Abigail stared down at her with a relaxed smile.

"Fine, I won't take it off so easily next time." She tightened her grip on Clara's hands and pulled her closer. "So don't take off yours either."

The burning in Clara's cheeks grew even worse as Abigail embraced her. She laid her head on her shoulder, and she felt like her heart would burst out of her chest. Abi must have felt the pulse pounding between their bodies, but she said nothing.

Just like when she ignored her inner thoughts, she remained just as calm and collected as ever. Clara could only wish to have such a steady confidence and to say such romantic things without hesitation. However, then one of Abi's thoughts slipped through their telepathic link.

(I hope Clara doesn't realize I'm hugging her to hide my face- oops.)

Clara pulled back to see Abi blushing just as hard as her. They stared at each other for a few seconds before they both burst out laughing at themselves. The middle of a bunch of slime puddles wasn't the place for such serious moments.

--

"Oh, what's that?" Clara asked, pointing at some ruins in the distance.

She and Abigail had decided to continue their exploration of the grassy plains. It was a warm spring day with the smell of grass in the air, and the sun was high in the sky. On such a beautiful day, it would have been a disappointment to return to town so quickly.

"That's some old ruins. They can be found in the wilderness," Abigail sheathed her dagger, and she handed Clara a broken core from a slime she just slayed.

"Old ruins..." Clara said, and her eyes lit up. She accepted the broken core and stuffed it into her storage, their usual pattern by now.

She would store the monster materials while Abi slayed them. By this point, they'd been doing the same thing for hours now. Clara was more than familiar with the process of hunting down slimes and collecting their cores. However, the ruins were new.

"Let's go explore it!"

"That's not a bad idea. If no one's visited it today, it might still have some treasure we can collect." Abigail nodded. "But don't get your hopes up on the treasure, most of it's useless."

"Treasure..." Clara's expression grew even brighter at the word. "We gotta go explore it now."

With Abi's assent, they headed off to the ruins. However, they were much smaller than any dungeon. The stone work walls were lower than any house, and the interior was even smaller. By the time they arrived, much of Clara's excitement died down.

(This is just like the ruins from 'Elder Rings'.) She thought to herself. (I hope it doesn't have a cookbook or something dumb.)

(Why would a cookbook be in these ruins?) Abi thought back to her.

"Uh, ignore me." Clara shook her head. "I'll go check it out."

She headed inside with Abi close behind. The inside of the ruins was overgrown with grass, and sunlight streamed in through the broken walls. It was a single room only a few dozen meters across, but a chest lay at the far end of the ruins.

Clara stepped up to the chest, and she lifted the lid. On first inspection, Clara thought they had gotten unlucky. However, as she continued to stare at the wooden base of the chest, she noticed small pink rings laying inside it.

The rings were small. Each one would have barely fit on the pad of her finger. Clara stared down at them in silence, trying to figure out what they were. However, she couldn't make heads or tails of the strange treasure. The three pink rings looked more like trash that someone had left behind.

"What'd you get?" Abi stepped up next to her, looking over Clara's shoulder. "Oh, I don't recognize those."

"I wonder what they are," Clara said, and she reached down to pick them up. She only intended to examine them closer, but the second she touched them, a large flash came out of the chest.

"What the...?" Clara stumbled back in surprise.

A constricting feeling formed inside her dress and between her legs. At the peaks of her chest, her nipples stiffened instantly, and a weird feeling wrapped around her clit. It was as if something were lightly gripping her nipples and clit.

"Oh... It looks like the rings were cursed." Abigail said. "That flash happens when armor and weapons are equipped automatically. Do you feel those rings anywhere?"

"Uhm..." Clara blushed, turning back to Abigail. Her nipples stood stiff beneath her dress, tenting the thin crimson material, and the feeling of the pink band around her clit was no better.

"Pfft, what the heck is that?" Abigail reached out and poked her nipple. "You're totally stiff all of a sudden."

"I-It's the rings!" Clara's blush grew worse as Abigail poked her nipple. Hurriedly, she pulled down her dress to show Abi. "See?"

The pink rings wrapped around both her nipples, and they gripped her stiff protrusions tight, like two rubber bands. Clara felt even the air against her nipples as the sensitivity in them heightened. It felt exactly as if her nipples had stiffened on their own, but it wasn't her own body doing it, it was the pink rubber bands.

"These will be hard to get off..." Abigail reached out and tried to pull one off, but all she did was stroke Clara's nipple. The pink band at the base of her stiff protrusion remained tightly around her nipple. "We might need to find a priestess to remove the curse."

"You mean I'll have to walk around like this..?" Clara asked. She pulled up her dress again, but her blushing only grew worse. "Why does a treasure chest even have cursed items, anyway? This feels like a bad joke."

"It's said the bad items are a prank by a trickster goddess..." Abigail nodded. "Hang on. Where's the third ring?"

"That's..." Clara blushed even harder. "It's down here..."

She lifted the front of her dress and spread her outer lips. Her clit, which usually rested inside its hood, now peaked out. The pink ring lay at its base, squeezing her clit and pinching it lightly. The mere presence made Clara's cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"Oh..." Abigail nodded, and Clara let her dress back down over her privates.

"How do I get these off- Ahgnnnmm?!" Clara's words were interrupted by a dull buzzing sound.

The rings on her clit and nipples began to buzz. Inside her dress, the bands made her nipples twitch back and forth, rubbing against the inside of her dress and sending Clara's mind spinning. Between her legs was even more intense, though.

Her throbbing clit buzzed with the ring, and Clara's eyes fluttered. Her knees nearly gave out from the vibrations, and she leaned forward, falling into Abi's arms. For several long seconds, she moaned and panted into Abi's chest, squeezing her thighs together.

"It seems like the rings also have a vibrating function," Abigail said. "Why don't we find a place to sit down for a bit? We won't be able to break the curse without going back to town, but we should wait and see how strong it is."

Clara nodded and she headed out of the ruins with Abi. They sat at the back of the ruins, leaning on the walls. The spot gave a pretty view of the forest in the distance, and the springtime breeze was as pleasant as ever, but she could barely concentrate on them.

Pleasure rippled out through her clit, and her core clenched reflexively. She couldn't help squirming as she sat against the wall, rubbing her thighs together and moaning. Every second felt better than the last, and Clara felt an orgasm approaching in the distance.

The stimulation was light, but still intense. The combined buzz at her nipples and clit made her mind foggy and she stared at the sky through half-lidded eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Abi asked.

"God no." Clara shook her head and she leaned against Abi, moaning. "It feels good."

She looked up to meet Abigail's blushing gaze and smiled. After their stint together the previous night, Abi had been blushing a lot more recently, and Clara found it cute. Despite having the rings forced on her, she felt herself growing even more aroused.

"You know, Abi..." She breathed the words, hips squirming as her clit vibrated between her outer lips. "Perhaps you could help me?"

Clara reached over, rubbing the bulge in Abi's shorts. To her delight, she found her friend fully erect. The shape of her hard cock inside the canvas shorts made Clara's pulse quicken, and she traced her fingers back and forth over the bulge.

"If you come, I'll be forced to as well..." Abigail whispered and she leaned closer, bringing her lips close to Clara's. "Perhaps I should come inside that tight pussy of yours?"

A chill ran down Clara's spine as Abigail talked dirty to her. The racing beat in her ears grew louder and louder, and she closed her eyes. Without thinking, she leaned forward, kissing Abi on the lips.

(That sounds like a good idea to me!) She thought to herself, and grinned.

Clara turned over and straddled Abi's hips. Beneath her, Abigail let out her cock, rubbing her tip between her lips and finding her opening. As Clara poised over her cock, her eyes gave one last flutter, and a fresh chill ran down her back.

Only a few days before, she could never have imagined herself being so forward, but it felt right. There was nothing more she wanted than Abi's thick cock in her pussy--to feel her hot seed spurt inside her once more.

Clara slammed down her hips, hilting on Abi's cock, and she moaned. As the pink band buzzed at her clit, the thick cock inside her felt even better than she expected. The trifecta of buzzing rings at her nipples and clit made sex feel even better.

"God, you're so hot, Clara..." Abi let her hands down on her hips, and she guided them up and down, stroking Clara's hips over her cock. "I can't believe you were a virgin only yesterday."

"That's..." Clara's mind spun, and the heat of embarrassment burned through her cheeks, but she couldn't deny Abi's words. Instead, she gave into her urges, bobbing her hips up and down over Abigail's engorged cock. "I'm not a pervert..."

Clara let out the one last mewl of protest, but Abigail shook her head, smiling.

"I never said you were." She took hold of Clara's ass, bouncing it even faster over her cock. "You're a fine, sexy woman, and I wouldn't have you any other way."

"Ahnnnmgh!" Clara moaned louder, throwing back her head.

She wanted nothing more than to give herself into the moment. To let out a screaming moan as Abigail's cock fucked her silly. However, just when she raised her voice, another pair of voices echoed out from the other side of the wall.

"Did you hear something?" A voice called out.

"Perhaps it was the wind?" A second voice replied.

There was another pair of adventurers at the ruins, and they stood on the other side of the wall. Just the sound of their voices sent Clara's heart skipping in nervousness. If she could hear them, couldn't they hear her?

(Be quiet. Someone else came looking for treasure.) Abigail thought to her.

(But I need to come...) Clara thought back, and she let out a shuddering sigh. (Fuck, I'm so close!)

She stared down at Abigail with wide eyes, and Abi stared back at her. Both of them were teetering at the edge of orgasm, and the vibrating ring at her clit didn't help. Perhaps because of that, Clara began to move her hips again.

She bounced up and down over Abi's cock, letting out muffled moans, and her eyes rolled up in her head. The idea of being caught only seemed to heighten her excitement.

"Ah, the treasure is already gone," a voice said.

"Well, we did already find a new sword in the previous ruins. We've gotten more than enough for today."

Their idle conversation seemed to echo in Clara's head, but she kept thrusting up and down over Abi's cock. Each wave of pleasure rippling through her pussy felt better than the last, and she felt herself drawing up to the edge.

(Wait, Clara... If you go too fast...) Abi shook her head. (We'll make noise.)

(And how long should we wait? I want to come now.) Clara thought back. (I know you want this too.)

As if answering her question, the voices continued talking, and their words sealed their fates.

"Let's have a snack here." A voice said from the other side of the wall. "We still have some lunch left, right?"

"Sure. We can take a break here." The other voice said back.

The two adventurers on the other side of the wall were in it for the long hall. They wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, and they were even gonna eat lunch. If Clara and Abigail wanted to come, they would have to do it with those other two within earshot.

(Fuck it...) Abigail thought back. (Just try to stay quiet.)

(I will!) Clara nodded, and she bobbed her hips faster. The sound of her sex stroking Abi's cock filled the air, and the buzz of the pink bands rang out with it, but she didn't have the mental faculties to care.

She continued to stroke faster and faster until their hips became one. She lost track of where her body ended and Abi's began. All that was left was the pleasant tingles rippling through her sex--and then she toppled over the edge.

She let out a muffled moan, breathing into Abi's ear, and Abigail let out a similar sigh. Her cock twitched, spurting a load of hot seed deep inside her, and Clara clenched around it. For several long seconds, they embraced, with Clara sitting on Abi's lap and enjoying the twitching contractions of their shared orgasm.

"Did you hear something?"

"Maybe it was a slime? I wouldn't worry about it." The second voice said back.

|| -- Chapter 18 -- ||

Clara breathed heavily, staring into Abi's eyes. The seconds felt like minutes as Abigail's cock twitched inside her pussy, and waves of satisfaction washed through her brain with each new spurt of seed. In the real world, she would have had to wear a condom, but in the game, they were having raw and unprotected sex like it was nothing.

(At this rate, I'm gonna get addicted...) Clara thought to herself, and she bit her lip, sinful pleasure swelling through her hips.

(Then get addicted.) Abigail thought to her. (I'll always be ready to fill up that perfect pussy of yours.)

The dirty talk only made Clara's blushing worse, but she couldn't look away. Even as she squealed inside her head, and embarrassment burned through her cheeks, she could only clench harder around Abi's cock, breathing heavily.

"I don't think that was a slime." The voice replied--and it threw a bucket of cold water over them.

"Fine, let's go check it out." The other voice replied.

The two adventurers on the other side of the wall were coming, and if they spotted them like this--with Clara straddling Abi's hips and her dress hiked up around her waist, it was incredibly obvious they'd been fucking. They'd had sex with two strangers on the other side of the wall.

"Shit..." Abigail cursed, but it was too late.

"It's not what it looks like!" Clara glanced to the side and her voice rose several octaves as she saw the two other women turn the corner, spotting them.

The two adventurers were a priest and paladin. One wore white holly robes with gold trim, while the other wore shining white plate armor. From the matching holy symbol on the front of their outfits, it was clear they were both part of the same organization.

(They're Disciples of the Gold Leaf. This is bad.) Abigail thought through their telepathic connection.

(Gold leaf?) Clara thought back, and she glanced at the symbol on their outfits. It was a gold leaf, but Clara had never heard of them before.

"It seems we've found two wayward lambs, lost to the temptations of the world." The priestess put one hand on her cheek, smiling. Her white hair gave her an almost ethereal feeling to her expression, yet it was terrifying.

"It seems we'll be proselytizing in the field today." The paladin said. She had brown hair and a scar running down her cheek. She was completely different from the ethereal beauty next to her, but her cocky grin was no less intimidating. "On the authority of the Royal Crown, we'll be arresting you two for public indecency."

--

A few minutes later, Abigail and Clara were bent on all fours and naked, crouching behind the ruins. The soft grass beneath them and the warm spring day made it a little more pleasant, but Clara's cheeks burned from embarrassment.

"I, Raia Liora, Priestess of the Golden Leaf, shall arbitrate your punishment today." The priestess said, introducing herself, and she kneeled behind Clara, tracing a hand over her rear. "You shall repent your sins."

She slapped one hand over Clara's bare rear, sending a sharp pain through her backside. The skin smarted against the springtime air, but a weird feeling also came with it. Clara felt herself growing aroused as Raia spanked her.

The priestess spanked her a second, then third time, and a twitch ran between her legs. The spanking stung, but the embarrassment and strange warmth between her legs grew stronger. Clara's ears burned as Raia continued to spank her.

"I, Leeda Evaline, Paladin of the Golden Leaf, shall arbitrate your punishment today." The paladin kneeled beside Abigail and spanked the rogue in the same way as the priestess did.

"Nmh!" Abi's back arched, and her cheeks reddened as the sharp slap echoed through the air. Clara noticed a handprint forming on her ass before the paladin gave her another heavy spank.

"We'll continue your discipline until you reflect on your actions." The priestess smiled, and she gave Clara's ass another spank. "Normally, we would spank you in the middle of the town square, but this will have to do for now."

"Ngmh..." Clara bit her lower lip as the stinging pain raced through her butt. However, her arousal only continued to grow. A bead of arousal glistened on her lips, then dripped down her inner thigh.

(What is with this perverted punishment?) She thought to herself. (Isn't this even more indecent than what we did?)

Kneeling on all fours behind the ruins, naked and getting spanked by a priestess, it felt even more wrong than their hidden sex. Clara's cheeks burned hot with embarrassment, and she squirmed as the stinging pain smarted her ass.

She had never been one to fantasize about getting spanked. Even in porn, she thought it was just fluff to fill the time. However, to have it done to her, forced into the humiliating punishment and get spanked, it sent a flutter through her belly.

The arousal continued to build between her legs, dripping down her thighs in a shameful display, and it wasn't missed by the priestess behind her.

"You're even getting off on your punishment? You must be a sinner to the core." The priestess slipped two fingers between Clara's thighs, and she pushed them through her labia, stroking lightly. "We'll have to punish you for that, too."

Clara's mind spun as her fingers explored her folds. She sucked in a sharp breath and pushed her face into the grass beneath her. Despite the humiliation, she couldn't help but push back against her hand.

(This is the church of the Golden Leaf.) Abigail thought to her. (Anyone caught for public indecency is sent to them for 'punishment'. We were unlucky to get caught by these two.)

A deep fog clouded Clara's mind. The priestess's fingers between her legs felt so good she could hardly think, but she looked over to see Abigail in a similar state. The rogue had her head down and ass up, and the paladin stroked her cock while spanking her.

"Nghmm..." Abigail moaned, and a bead of precum formed at her tip. Every stroke of the paladin's fingers teased a small mewl of pleasure from her lips.

(I don't know... I think it's lucky I get to see you like this.) Clara thought to herself, and she smiled before another slap landed on her ass. "Aghm!"

"Don't you two have anything to say to us? You violated our god's sacred commandments by having sex in public." The priestess pushed her fingers deep into Clara's pussy, and she gave another spank, causing Clara to clench around them.

"I'm sorry... She moaned, eyes fluttering." (God, it feels so good.)

(Be careful, Clara... Their religion is practically a cult. You can't get too caught up in their pace.) Abigail glanced over at her, but the paladin gave another sharp spank on her ass.

"I'm sorry- Ahgnmm... I'm sorry!" Abigail cursed as the spanks continued, but her eyes fluttered.

The sight was so hot, Clara felt her own arousal blossoming out of control. Every spanking slap on her ass felt better than the last, and the priestess's delicate fingers inside her pussy made her head spin. Just when she thought she would go crazy, the pink bands around her clit and nipples vibrated.

"Oh? What's this?" The priestess asked. "It seems this sinner has magic rings around her most sensitive parts. What a shame. That violates even more of our codes."

She gave an even harder spank, causing Clara's back to arch. The combination of stinging pain, fingers in her pussy, and the relentless buzz of the rings made her mind go blank. Despite the pain smarting her skin, and despite the embarrassment burning through her cheeks, she felt herself climbing towards orgasm.

The relentless spanking slaps only increased in frequency, and the priestess's fingers pistoning in and out of her didn't help. Higher and higher, Clara's pleasure climbed towards a climax. For the umpteenth time since entering the game, she could only blush as the perverted game guided her to orgasm.

(Don't give in...) Abigail thought to her. (If we come, they'll only give us more punishment.)

(More punishment?) Clara's eyes widened and she glanced over at Abigail

The sight of her friend getting her cock stroked and the red handprints covering her ass only amplified Clara's arousal, and the promise of 'more punishment' sent her over the edge. As a tingle of anticipation ran between her legs, imaging what the priestess would do to her if she came, Clara clenched down around her fingers.

(I'm sorry, Abi. I'm coming!) Her sex clenched and waves of pleasure tingled through her hips.

Beside her, Abigail let out a grunt, and her cock spurted a load of seed down onto the grass. She toppled into an orgasm of her own, cock twitching and eyes fluttering. The sight amplified Clara's own arousal, and she watched Abi through half-lidded eyes.

"Mnghhhh..." Clara groaned and sighed. The buzzing rings at her clit and nipples slowed down as she came off the orgasm, but an intense afterglow remained over her mind.

"It seems these two need further guidance," Raia said.

"We should take them to sermon," the paladin said. "I think it will take a bit of reeducating to wash away their sins."

|| -- Chapter 19 -- ||

Clara and Abigail walked through town naked. The priestess and paladin pushed them along, with one hand on their shoulders to guide them. It was an embarrassing display, but Clara had no choice but to go along with it.

(Everyone's staring...) She thought to herself, and she glanced at the other villagers in the town square. As they walked through the busy commercial area, the residents of the village stopped to look at the two of them.

(This is another reason you don't want to get caught for public indecency.) Abigail thought to her.

The blonde rogue's cock stood at stiff attention. Despite Abi's own blushing cheeks, and the orgasm she had only half an hour prior, her member was fully engorged and dripping with precum. Clara would have commented on it, if she wasn't in an even worse spot.

Arousal dripped down her thighs, and the feeling of so many eyes only amplified a strange flutter in her belly. Despite her shameful arousal, the thrill of getting stared at only seemed to amplify the urges more. Flutters of anticipation and embarrassment filled her belly.

"Doesn't this count as public indecency, too?" Clara asked. "Walking through town naked like this is much worse than what we did."

"By experiencing even greater humiliation, you shall atone for your sins." The platinum blonde priestess smiled and she reached down, pinching Clara's butt. "Don't make me spank you again. I'd love nothing more than to bend you over in front of all these people and give you a second helping of punishment."

Clara let out a small yelp at the pinch, yet it only further stoked the warmth in her belly. The arousal felt almost impossible to ignore, and her mind spun with need. Despite the pain, it felt like her brain had associated the punishment of her ass with pleasure.

"You two will be good girls for us, won't you?" The paladin tightened her grip on Abi's shoulder, smiling. "We'll be taking you to sermon so you can purge those sinful urges of yours."

(Dammit... She's hot.) Abi took one look at the paladin and cursed.

The blonde rogue turned her gaze ahead, refusing to look at the paladin. With brown hair and a scar on her face, the paladin didn't look hot from Clara's perspective, but perhaps Abigail had different preferences.

(I see, so that's your type, huh?) She thought to herself.

(It's not, but-) "Nghmmm..." The paladin grabbed her ass, causing Abi's thoughts fell into a jumble, and her cock twitched again. (Dammit...)

--

They arrived at the church a short time later. It was a building made of white stone and stained glass. Multi-colored lights streamed in through the front of the prayer-hall as the afternoon sun caught the light. It looked like a holy church with the pews of wooden seats to match.

"You two will take a front-row seat for today's sermon." The priestess said, and she guided Clara over to the first row in the church pews.

"Have fun, we wish we could join you, but..." The paladin followed behind with Abigail in tow, and she sat her down next to Clara. "We have a different sermon to attend, unfortunately."

The priestess and paladin left, leaving them naked in the church. The polished wooden seats and stuffy atmosphere of the church only made their nudity more embarrassing.

(Could we just leave now?) Clara thought to herself. With those two gone, it seemed like they could leave, but Abi shook her head.

(I wouldn't try it.) She thought back. (If they learn we skipped the sermon, they'll track us down, and they won't be so nice next time.)

"That was nice..?" Clara asked, and she winced at the feeling of the red, smarting skin on her ass.

"Believe it or not, yeah," Abigail said with a nod.

The other church members filtered in after that. As Clara and Abi sat together, still naked, the other listeners to the sermon took their seats behind and around them. A few glanced at them, but otherwise the focus of the room lay on the front of the prayer hall.

"Welcome, my wayward flock." A woman in a nun outfit stepped out onto a raised stage at the front. She led another woman with chains out behind her. The second woman was wearing a blindfold and ball gag, but nobody reacted. Not even the nun acknowledged her existence.

"We have returned to purge our sin." The entire room spoke at once, including Abi.

Clara's eyes widened as the voices swelled and then disappeared all at once. It was as if everyone knew what was happening except her. As a newcomer to the game world, that was to be expected, but it was still unsettling to hear everyone else speak at once, as if they'd rehearsed it.

"And so you shall purge your sins," the nun said. "Today, I will also chasten the lost lamb behind me. She asked to be disciplined before you all today. Please welcome her with empathetic hearts."

"Welcome, lost lamb." The chorus of voices rose once more. "May your sins be purged as our own."

(Abi, how do you know these lines?) Clara asked through their telepathic link. (How often have you been caught for public indecency?)

(N-Not that often... Just- enough times to remember what I need to say.) Abigail thought back, and a small blush filled her cheeks. (The prayer is starting, by the way. Whatever you do, don't say a word until the end of the sermon.)

Clara nodded and returned her gaze to the front. With their seats so close, they had the best view of what was happening, and she could see everything the nun did.

The holy woman walked around the stage and lit several incense sticks in a circle. Then, she sat down on a chair in the middle of them, and the blindfolded woman laid on her lap, bending over the nun's knee. The position pushed her butt out and made it very spank-able.

The intention was obvious, and Clara blushed as she remembered her own spanking. With a loud slap, the nun's hand landed on the woman's ass, and the sound echoed through the hall. Just like Clara and Abigail had been spanked, so too was this woman.

(This is a sermon?) Clara asked, and she rubbed her knees together, fidgeting in her seat.

(This is a normal sermon, yeah.) Abigail nodded from beside her, and she grasped her cock, slowly stroking it. While the woman was spanked, Abi began masturbating.

(Wh-What are you doing!?) Clara's eyes widened at the sight. She nearly exclaimed in surprise, but remembered Abi's warning. She couldn't say anything without interrupting the sermon.

(This is a normal sermon...) Abigail thought back to her. She leaned back on the wooden bench, spreading her legs, and her eyes fell into a half-lidded lull.

(I see... This is normal...) Clara glanced between Abi and the rest of the church members. Everyone was in a similar state of arousal. Many had hands between their legs, or had pulled out their cocks to masturbate.

As she glanced around, Clara felt her own arousal growing as well. A faintly sweet scent wafted through the air, and the smell made her nipples harden and clit throb in anticipation. The longer she watched the woman get spanked and smelled the incense in the air, a dull heat built inside Clara.

(This is a normal sermon...) She thought to herself, and she put one hand between her legs. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched on and bit her lower lip.

Her fingers slipped inside her, like they had a life of their own, and she held back a moan. With quick strokes, she pushed in and out of herself, pistoning and clenching around her fingers. The embarrassment of masturbating in public was quickly swallowed up by the arousal brought by the wafting pink smoke of the incense sticks.

The pink bands around her nipples and clit began to vibrate. They started as a dull buzz, but grew louder with each passing second. The sound filled her ears, and the intense vibrations across her most sensitive parts left Clara's mind spinning.

She leaned back in the wooden pew, taking a similar position as Abi. With spread legs and a slack expression, she watched the woman get spanked in a deep trance. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she felt it odd that she so quickly gave into the temptation to masturbate, especially in such a public space, but those thoughts quickly melted into the blissful waves tingling out of her clit.

Faster and faster, she thrust her fingers in and out of herself. The pleasure from her pussy climbed higher and higher, swallowing up all rational thought. She let out a humiliating moan, back arching against the wooden bench, but she felt no embarrassment from it.

The rest of the congregation moaned with her, their bodies contorting in pleasure. The fever took everyone in the room. As the pink incense grew thicker, even the woman getting spanked let out a shuddering breath.

The gagged woman squirmed, and her cheeks turned bright red. Large handprints covered her ass, and the nun continued to spank her with harder and harder slaps, yet her cries were not from pain. The sweet moans echoing through her ball gag rose to a feverish pitch, just like everyone else in the room.

"With this, we purge our sins and let go of our carnal desires..." The nun spoke out to the congregation, and she continued to slap the woman's ass.

Each spank echoed in Clara's ears, and it beat through her like a drum. Even her heart seemed to match the pace of spanking, echoing loud thumps through her veins, pounding in her head. It was a slow, steady beat, just like the nun's hand against the woman's ass.

"Purge our sins. Let go of our carnal desires..." The voices of the congregation rose around Clara, and she found her own voice joining them. She didn't know how she knew the words or when to speak, but she matched the chorus perfectly.

"Punishment is our freedom, humiliation is our salvation," the nun said.

"Humiliation is our salvation. Punishment is freedom." Clara spoke the words back to her, joining the rest of the congregation.

With two fingers, she rubbed her vibrating clit. The pink band caused her sensitive button to shift dozens of times a second, rubbing against her fingers on its own. The sensation was dozens of times more intense than any time she'd masturbated before.

(Oh god, I'm coming.) Clara thought to herself. She was so close, and she clenched down around her fingers, but Abi shook her head.

(Hold out just a little longer. We can't come before the sermon finishes!) Abigail let out a mewl, squirming beside Clara. The glans of her cock was bright red as she pumped and stroked the shaft.

Clara took one look at Abigail, and she nearly toppled over the edge. The sight of her friend so hopelessly aroused, stroking her cock like a dumb slut, just like she was doing to her clit, it fanned the arousal burning in her belly. She clenched down on her fingers even tighter, struggling to hold back.

The unwavering spanking continued to beat through the air, pounding in Clara's ears. Every fiber of her being wished to cry out in ecstasy, but the pink incense held her back. Just as much as it aroused her, she found it difficult to come, only teetering on the edge.

"And so, we release ourselves, delivering our sins and cleansing our souls..." The nun gave one last spank, and she looked at the crowd. "Let our souls be purged of temptation."

The pink incense turned red. Everywhere in the room, it happened at the same time, shifting in hue without warning. However, Clara barely even registered it. She only felt the wave of bliss swallowing up her mind.

"Let our souls be purged of temptation," she said, through gasping breaths, and the rest of the room moaned. "Amen!"

Clara came, clenching down around her fingers, and she felt Abigail come next to her. Abigail's cock twitched and spurt her seed down onto the ground, back arching. Clara stared at her through half-lidded eyes as her throbbing clit sent tingles of pleasure out into her hips. The telepathic rings seemed to blur their senses, and she felt Abigail's ejaculation just as intensely as the twitching spasms through her own sex.

After that, her thoughts grew foggy, but she was aware of how Abi's seed glowed gold then disappeared. Clara's own arousal turned into a glimmering gold, and the mess between her legs evaporated, disappearing into the ether like gold flakes on the wind.

|| -- Chapter 20 -- ||

"Would you two like to visit our confessional booth?" The nun stepped in front of Clara and Abi, looking at them expectantly.

Most of the other guests had already left, but they couldn't move from their seats. With the telepathic rings connecting their minds, their shared orgasm had come twice as hard as normal. It was like every crest of pleasure had twitched through Clara's legs twofold, and it left her mind in a daze.

(Confessional booth?) She blinked at the words, looking up at the nun.

(It's an optional part of our punishment. Those caught for public indecency are given the opportunity to confess their sins.) Abigail explained the confessional booth through their telepathic link, and Clara nodded.

"I bet a dirty girl like you would love to confess her sins, right?" The nun smiled down at Clara's ditzy expression and cupped her cheek. "I bet you have lots of things to admit to."

"Yesssh..." Clara continued to nod, and she looked up at the nun. The thought of confessing her sins to this woman felt far more erotic than it had any right to be, and a tingle of anticipation raced between her legs.

"Then, please come with me." The nun took her hand and guided her to the side of the prayer hall, where a large box-like booth lay.

Clara stepped into the left side while the nun stepped into the right side. However, as her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the booth, Clara's brow furrowed. On the seat of the booth, there was a glistening dildo.

It was a large and purple toy, with bumps and grooves to enhance pleasure. The sight of it made the tingle of anticipation even stronger between Clara's legs, but she couldn't shake the strange feeling she had about it. Was this really something that should be in a confession booth?

"Is there something wrong?" The nun asked from the other side of the screen.

"No, nothing!" Clara shook her head, and she sat down on the seat, taking the dildo deep into her pussy. The feeling of the thick purple toy inside her sent a chill down her back, but the flicker of arousal in her belly turned into a hot burning passion, simmering just below her navel.

"Now, my child..." The nun shifted in her chair. Unbeknownst to Clara, a small panel of buttons opened up on the opposite side, and the nun stared down at them with a keen eye. "Please tell me, how have you sinned?"

"Oh..." Clara breathed the word in a moan. The dildo felt so good inside her, it took all her focus just to listen to the nun. "When I first met Abi, I sucked her cock in an alleyway. I couldn't help myself. I was so horny, I lost all control."

"I see... You bear a heavy past." The nun smiled and she clicked a button, causing the dildo to vibrate inside Clara's pussy.

The reverberations sent Clara's mind spinning, and she raised her voice, crying out in a moan. It was heavier than any vibrator she'd tried. The buzz of the toy made her heart skip and tingles of pleasure to race through her hips.

"I'm sorry- Oh god." Clara shook her head, unable to stop herself from moaning.

"Do not apologize for your sins, my child. Atone." The nun clicked another button, causing the dildo's vibration to increase in intensity. "Tell me, what other sinful actions have you taken?"

"A-After... After I sucked Abi's cock..." Clara could barely speak. The intense pleasure melting through her pussy left her mind a soft mush. Everything, from the silicone shaft buzzing between her labia, to the way the head of the dildo grinded against her g-spot--it all felt more pleasurable than any time she'd masturbated before.

"Please, keep going." The nun slowed the vibrations, and it teased a crying mewl from Clara's lips.

"Oh, god. I asked her to fuck me. Right in that alley," Clara said, if only to have the nun increase the intensity of the vibrating dildo. "I took her raw, right in my pussy. We fucked in the middle of the village where anyone could find us."

"Dearest me..." The nun's smile widened. "You have been a naughty girl, haven't you? I think we'll need to go further."

She clicked a button, and the dildo rose and fell, pistoning in and out of Clara's sex. It moved in slow, smooth motions, but it was enough to send Clara over the edge. She instantly toppled into orgasm as the vibrating head stroked against her g-spot and the shaft stroked through her labia.

(I'm coming!) Clara shouted out.

(Now!???) Abi's surprised thoughts joined hers.

Outside the booth, Abi shot up in her chair. The intensity and speed of the orgasm took her by surprise. After Clara had left, she completely forgot about her friend. She had stared into the distance, in a daze from the post-orgasmic glow, but Clara's orgasm interrupted that.

Hot seed spurt out of her cock, spilling down onto the floor between her feet. Abi doubled over, grabbing her cock, but it was too late to avoid a mess. Her twitching cock spurt load after load of seed down onto the ground, and her eyes fluttered from the waves of pleasure washing through her.

(Give me some warning next time...) She thought to Clara.

(I'm coming again!) Clara's thoughts came back in a mess, and Abigail's eyes widened in surprise.

(What!?) A fresh spurt of seed twitched out of her cock, then another. Clara's previous orgasm had barely faded before the next one came and sent Abigail into her own mess of twitching pleasure.

Her cock grew limp, but the seed continued to spurt out of it. Even after Abi lost all sense of where she was or who she was, the orgasms continued to come. The endless waves of pleasure milked all the seed from her balls, pumping it down onto the floor between her feet.

All she could do was wonder how Clara was still orgasming.

Back in the booth, however, the answer was obvious. The sly grin on the nun's face had turned into a soft laugh as she listened to Clara's moans. She tapped at the controls of the machine like a piano, finding her weak spots and angling the dildo to elicit the most intense cries of pleasure from Clara.

"Tell me, my child. What else? What other sinful actions have you taken?" She pressed a button on the panel in front of her, turning the vibrator function up to max.

"I... Oh fuck. Oh god!" Clara's hips bucked and she squirmed in her seat, but the intense buzz of the toy and its insistent strokes through her pussy were impossible to ignore. She couldn't stop confessing, even if she wanted to. "I masturbated in the alley behind the magic shop. Fuck. I hiked up my skirt and just went to town on my clit."

"Masturbating in public. That's a cardinal sin, you know?" The nun laughed again, and she clicked another button on her panel. "How about I give that sinful clit of yours some love as well?"

A vibrator rose out of the seat, and it pushed against the apex of Clara's slit, grinding against her clitoris. The sensation was so intense it sent Clara into an orgasm instantly, and then another. The waves of pleasure seemed to blur together, and stars danced in her eyes, but the nun continued to ask for more sins.

"Tell me, there must be more, isn't there? What other shameful acts have you done in public? Here at the church of the golden leaf, we will punish them all."

"I rode Abi's cock out in the northern plains." Clara's words slurred together, and she struggled to talk through her moans, but she couldn't stop confessing. "I hopped on her lap, and we fucked behind the ruins. Even though there were other people nearby, we couldn't stop."

"Good, that's it, my child. Bare all your sins to find release." She clicked another button, and a pair of mechanical hands popped out from behind Clara. They groped her breasts and pinched her nipples, driving even more pleasure through her crackling brain. "Leave nothing out, my child."

"Oh god, I loved it all. I loved the way Abi's seed felt inside my pussy. I loved the thrill of having sex where other people could hear, and I loved getting caught. The punishment only turned me on more, and walking through the village naked was a turn on."

The words tumbled out of Clara, and the pleasure grew more intense with each new embarrassing confession. Eventually, she ran out of things to say, so she made up fantasies, then confessed about how turned on they made her. It grew into an endless loop of rewards as she confessed all her sinful desires.

Outside the booth, Abi collapsed into her seat, in a daze from the intense orgasms.

For every orgasm Clara experienced, her own cock twitched out a load of seed, spurting from the tip of her flaccid member. She no longer had enough stamina to keep her cock hard, yet the orgasms continued, and she smiled in a daze, basking in the endless waves of pleasure.

Just like when they prayed as a group, her seed transformed into a glittering light. It floated up in the air then disappeared as the offering was accepted. However, more seed spurt from her tip just as fast as it could be whisked away, creating a pool of seed between her feet nevertheless.

|| -- Chapter 21 -- ||

Clara stepped out of the confessional booth, and her knees trembled. It took all of her effort just to remain standing, and it felt like her lower half had turned to jelly. Walking was out of the question.

"Let me help you, my child." The nun stepped out of the other side, and she took Clara's hand, guiding her back to her seat. "You had many sins to confess. Do you feel cleansed?"

"I do." Clara blushed, and she sat down next to Abigail. "I never expected a confessional to be so intimate..."

"Many are surprised at their first time," the nun said with a smile. "However, I have never met a lost lamb who doesn't return. Our confessional booths have a cleansing effect on the soul."

"Abi, do you want to go in next?" Clara asked, but she paused as she saw the state of her friend.

Abigail was staring up at the ceiling, eyes glassy. She didn't seem hurt, but she hadn't reacted to Clara's arrival either. Even when she called out her name, Abi continued to stare into the distance.

(Are you okay?) Clara thought to her, sending the words through their telepathic link.

"Huh? What?" Abi shot up in her seat, looking around, then she doubled over. "Ohhh, fuck..."

She grabbed her cock and stroked it. With a slow pump, a trickle of seed dribbled from her tip. It wasn't much, and Abi was soft, but she shuddered as the seed left her cock. She pumped it several times, getting it all out.

(Oh yeah, she comes when I orgasm.) Clara thought to herself. She had lost count of how many orgasms she had in the confessional booth. For someone like Abi, who had a cock instead of a pussy, it must have been tiring.

"It seems this lost lamb is still recovering from the sermon." The nun turned her smile towards Abigail. "Would you like me to help purge those sinful urges from your body? The confessional booth is open now."

"Oh, uhm... Maybe later." Abigail shook her head, blushing. "Did you enjoy yourself, Clara?"

"Yes, it was very... refreshing." A warm crimson hue spread through Clara's cheeks. Her lower half felt like Jell-O, but she couldn't deny how refreshing it had been. It felt like her soul had been cleansed.

"The sins of the world weigh upon our shoulders," the nun said. "Only through the teachings of the golden path may we cleanse those urges which plague our bodies."

"Uhm, speaking of the golden path," Abi took a deep breath, and the crimson hue in her cheeks faded to a pinkish hue. "What happened to the other two that were with us? The ones that brought us here?"

"Sister Raia and Swordsworn Leeda are busy at the missionary summit. They regretted they couldn't join the sermon with you, but they had other duties to attend to today," the nun said. "Do either of you have an interest in becoming missionaries like them? We could always use some capable adventurers like you two."

The word 'missionary' reminded Clara of something. Despite the strange rituals in this church, they were still a church. Outside the game world, she had met a demon, but if this was a church, perhaps they might know how to deal with demons?

"Uhm, excuse me." Clara spoke up, interrupting the nun's questions. "Does your church have any exorcists? Or know how to deal with demons?"

"Exorcist?" The nun looked at Clara with a confused expression.

"What's that?" Abigail asked.

"Huh? I mean, someone who banishes demons. You know, like..." Clara had seen a movie with an exorcist once. They hadn't been the most effective at dealing with the demon, but they had methods. "Is there a way to protect oneself from demons?"

"That's a strange question, dear." The nun gave a vague smile and shook her head.

"There's no way to 'deal with' demons," Abi said. "The only way to handle them is to avoid meeting one. If you ever find yourself in the presence of a demon, it's already over for you."

"Indeed." The nun nodded. "We teach methods of purging our sins to cleanse our worldly desires. The purpose of the golden path is to lead us away from temptation and the world of demons. There is no way to save a soul who has already caught the attention of a demon."

Clara thought back to the encounter she had with the demon in her apartment. It had been terrifying, but also alluring. Her seduction at the hands of the Succubus felt like an inevitability. She'd been easily subdued, but the words of the nun and Abigail felt strangely defeatist.

(It's weird that they say it's impossible to resist a demon.) She thought to herself. There ought to have been rumors, at least. Even if those rumors were wrong, it was weird for them to be so defeatist about meeting a demon.

(It's just common sense.) Abigail thought to her. (Everyone knows you can't beat a demon. They're on a completely different level from the monsters we face.)

"There is one method, I suppose." The nun put a hand on her chin thoughtfully. "Demons cannot tell a lie. If they say something, they'll keep their word. A contract with them is binding."

"But why would they enter a contract?" Abi shook her head. "It's impossible. If you try to get tricky with a demon, all you'll do is make them more interested in you. Even if you get them to enter a contract, all you've done is tie yourself to the demon."

"Indeed." The nun nodded to herself. "A contract goes both ways, and it could be more dangerous than nothing at all. It's best to give in to the demon. If you run across one, whatever they say, do it."

"I see..." None of it made any sense to Clara, but she nodded along. At the very least, she learned one thing. Demons couldn't tell lies.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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