Stuck with my Demon Ch. 03

"Right, so just read through the classes and when you decide which one you like, come find me and I'll get you the scroll to change your class." Alexander said.

"And it costs a gold each?" Terry confirmed.

"That's right."

With everything on the table, literally in the case of the books Terry and Constance needed to look through, the older man left them to it. Constance waggled her eyebrows.

"What?"

"He's got that dignified and handsome older look." she said, opening her book and flipping to the table of contents.

"Yeah. And?"

"And if I had a penis, I'd be trying to get it into his daughter."

"Too young."

"19 is not too young." Constance grumbled. "Anyway, what are you planning for a class?"

"Not sure."

"General idea. Healer, magic user, tank, sneak? I need to know so I can pick something complementary."

Terry sighed. "Not actually sure. Probably not a caster, tank feels too boring. I'm going to start with whatever this system uses as a ranger and go from there."

"I'll look into the healer options then. We can play doctor and I can prescribe frequent milkings." she said looking up with that shit eating grin.

"Cleric to a perverted goddess?"

Constance sighed, "that would be ideal."

Terry flipped through his options. "There's nothing in here about skills."

"Yeah, they work more like a video game. Keep in mind the skills make things in the game easier, they don't actually make you better."

"Example?"

Constance looked up at the ceiling and thought for a moment. "If you are a really good woodworker in real life and you are level one in Woodworking here, you can build a table. If you are level 50 in Woodworking. The wood is easier to work with and you can build the table faster. If you suck at woodworking in real life and you are level 50 here, your table is still shit."

"I guess that makes sense."

"Sure, I think there's a skill for most things."

That actually leaves these Classes kind of bland, doesn't it?"

Constance shrugged. "Maybe for combat stuff."

"It's already looking like it's Warrior or Woodsman. No magic or animal companion like the traditional ranger."

"And I'm already narrowed down to Hedge Witch or Acolyte. Keep an eye on the advanced Classes."

"Advanced Classes? Oh..." Terry flipped back and forth between the two he was looking at. "What if I fuck up and want to change Class?"

"It costs time and money to change. You can also multi-class, but you can't change your stats." Constance closed her book, clearly having made a decision.

"I'm leaning towards Woodsman, but I'm not entirely sure yet." Terry said.

"What do you get vs. what do you lose?"

"I get a bonus to Stealth and Tracking in a Favored Terrain. I lose Bravery, and proficiency with medium and heavy armor."

Constance shrugged. "You can still get trained in the armor. Money and time. I think at the lower levels, if you need Bravery, we should probably be running anyway."

"Okay, well I guess I'll go with Woodsman then."

"Great, I'll call in sexy Lexi." she said, jumping up and poking her head out the door. Terry frowned, the girl was way too horny.

Not a lot of fanfare to gaining a Class. Terry opened the scroll and was greeted with a system prompt.

Would you like to change your Class to Woodsman?

"Yes."

Congratulations, your Class is now Woodsman.

This had the effect of popping up his character sheet.

Name: Terry Stenson

Race: Human

Level: Woodsman Level 1

HP: 10

XP to Level 2: 0 of 2,000

Strength: 10

Constitution: 10

Dexterity: 10

Intelligence: 10

Wisdom: 10

Charisma: 10

Luck: 10

Would you like to Assign Stat Spread now?

Bonus to Stealth and Tracking in Favored Terrain... Would you like to select a favored Terrain Now?

Proficient with all Simple and Martial Weapons.

Proficient with Light Armor and Shields.

Terry took a moment to choose Forests for his Favored Terrain and assign his stats. He gave another look over his character sheet before turning to Constance.

Name: Terry Stenson

Race: Human

Level: Woodsman Level 1

HP: 12

XP to Level 2: 0 of 2,000

Strength: 13

Constitution: 15

Dexterity: 14

Intelligence: 11

Wisdom: 12

Charisma: 9

Luck: 10

Bonus to Stealth and Tracking in Forests.

Proficient with all Simple and Martial Weapons.

Proficient with Light Armor and Shields.

"Done?" Constance asked.

"Yeah."

"What's next then?"

"I don't know. I've got a farm, I was thinking of at least getting a garden plot going. But I feel like I should wander around town and figure out what the starting quests are."

"What's your Charisma score?"

Terry grinned. "It's my dump stat."

"Okay, you go get a point in the Farming skill. I'll wander around town and find lunch at the very least."

Terry nodded. "Sure." With the plan set, he headed homeward. The time alone would give him time to think.

It took a while to figure out how to use the scythe. He cleared out the tall grass and moved over to a shovel and mattock, turning over the sod until he had a large square of dirt. He got the pop-up as he started watering the freshly planted seeds.

Congratulations, you have gained the skill, Agriculture.

"Huh, I was expecting it to be Farming." he said, staring out at the admittedly small garden plot. Thinking wasn't going too well. Lacking memories meant there was absolutely no context. He didn't even know what kind of person he was. His general feeling was that making Constance 'horny as shit' was a bit of an outlier, but he couldn't prove that he was some sort of pervert. And then there was the whole vacation from his own memories thing. There was absolutely no scenario in which that was good. It left him with both the desire to get the memories back and yet also to avoid doing just that.

"Pondering which of my holes you want to violate later? Or just generally lost in thought?" Constance asked, the grin evident in her voice.

Terry blinked, surprised to have been snuck up on.

"All of them. That's the answer you should have." she said, swaying her hips from side to side. She was now holding a basket.

Terry shook his head. "Not unless you have condoms in there."

Constance shook her own head. "No need. The game Devs took away pregnancy options because the game is too realistic. It was causing issues. Also, in case you haven't noticed, no need to use the bathroom. You know what that means." she said, sing-songing the last part.

"Oh, and no, I don't know what that means. Though I like not being bothered by the inconvenience."

Constance sighed dramatically. "It means that my tight little asshole is squeaky clean and you should put things in it. A finger while you're pounding me for starters. Your hard throbbing cock once we find some."

Terry stared at her. She stared back, a pleased smile on her face.

"Want lunch?"

Constance broke out a lunch of bread, meat, cheese, and milk. They ate on the grass, enjoying the blue sky filled with white puffy clouds. Constance then excused herself to do housework while Terry doubled the size of the garden so it wouldn't feel so inadequately pathetic. He found himself eating again, this time a bowl of stew Constance had made while he had been outside doing manual labor. It was all so domestic until the little demonkin girl pushed him out to the back where she had filled a barrel full of well water.

"What?" Terry said, like he hadn't heard her the first time.

"Strip. You need a bath. I need to wash the clothes."

"Out here? In the open."

"Well consider building a wall if it's a concern, but for today, yes."

Terry glared at her, daring her with his eyes to make a sexual comment as he pulled off his clothing. For her part, she patiently waited for him to strip, then disappeared into the house. He kept waiting for her to return, certain she'd have some excuse as to why she needed to wash him down. Terry found himself both excited and annoyed. What a weird day. The water was damn cold and he was shaking by the time he got back into the house. Constance turned to him, wearing nothing but a grin. And Terry finally understood the trap.

"We don't have any spare clothes." It was a statement, not a question, and it was said more to himself than to the woman in front of him.

"Nope." Constance answered anyway, her gaze dropped to his waist. She leaned on the table, a finger between her teeth as she considered him.

Terry found his clothes hanging from a line hung between the house and a small tree. Visible from the shack's lone window.

"Unlike you, I haven't cum yet today." Constance said in almost a whine.

When Terry turned back to her, she had her chest flat against the table, her feet on the floor, ass sticking out at him, swaying slightly. Her spaded tail coiled in anticipation. One hand was underneath her, her slim fingers spreading the lips of her vagina revealing a ready wet slit. Terry wanted to say no, but he couldn't think of a good excuse not to thrust himself inside her and he was already hard.

"Fuck me hard okay." Constance said.

Fuck it. Said Terry's internal thoughts before he realized that it could have been taken in more ways than the thought had originally been intended.

"Oh yes." Constance breathed as Terry pushed himself inside her. She rested her head on the table with a happy little sigh.

Her little pussy felt amazing. Warm and wet and tight. Terry gripped her by the waist slowly moving in and out and just enjoying the initial sensation. He had to swat her tail out of his face before grabbing Constance's shoulder and increasing speed.

"Oh, fuck yeah." Constance moaned as the table started a rhythmic thudding into the wall. "Harder!" she begged and Terry did his best to comply, grabbing one of her wrists and pulling her into him. "Harder." she said again. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a standing position, still leaning against the table. One arm went over her shoulder, reaching down to squeeze her breast. With the other, he positioned her head so he could bite her pointed ear. The demonkin girl made sounds, no longer full words. One hand braced herself on the table, the other reached back to grab at Terry's neck and pull him somehow closer. The rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh and the thud of the table against the wall filled the tiny one room shack. He dropped his free hand down to rub at her clit and she moaned. "Ter..." she said in a gasp. "Ter I like this... I really..."

Terry lost the rhythm. His body shuddered as he dumped his supposedly useless seed inside her. He pushed her forward, holding onto her shoulder and her waist, still trying to fuck her while also trying to catch his breath. He slowed to a stop, leaning against her soft warm skin as they both panted. She pushed him and he stepped back.

Constance turned around, regarding him with her yellow eyes in the fading sunlight. She still had that shit eating grin. Like she was pleased with the situation so far, but also knew something Terry didn't. She dropped to her knees in front of him, maintaining eye contact.

"Do you know what alternative spell-like ability you chose for my racial ability?" she asked, mischief in her voice.

"No." Terry answered honestly as she put her mouth around his mostly soft penis like it wasn't covered in her own fluids. Or maybe she liked the taste. She pulled back, placing her hand over his privates. She purred, her eyes practically glowing. No, they were glowing. A warmth spread through Terry's waist causing his balls to tingle. His penis reasserted its former rigidity in her hand. Constance grinned wider.

"Magic viagra?"

"I get cranky if I don't orgasm at least once per day." Constance said. "Ready for round two?"