“No,” you say with conviction, “I must learn this for Amy’s sake.”
After you have rested a little, you try again from the top. You were never a quick learner, even when sex was involved, so it takes a lot of trial and error until you finally get to the point you were looking for. You are able to concentrate your sexual energy into a small sphere and release it in a radiant display of energy that leaves you stunned and disoriented. But by now, after hours of constant work, all pleasure from the act is gone.
“It is about time,” the dryads exclaim to your dismay. One dryad steps forward to explain the rules of a sex battle.
“Inside the dungeon,” she explains, “you may challenge virtually any creature that wishes to do you harm to a sex battle instead of just beating on someone until the die. If your energy is sufficient enough when you release, you will force your opponent into an orgasmic fit that will utterly disable or destroy them. However, the same can happen to you. If your opponent releases enough energy, you will be disabled and there is no telling what they will do to you. Some will simply kill or eat you. Others will convert or enslave you. If you want to save your friends, you don’t want that to happen. And don’t forget- it is the only way to defeat the dark master.”
“Of course,” another girl says, “with your level of proficiency, you may just want to poke them with a sharp stick.”
The dryads giggle at your expense. You try to say something, but when you look around, you find the girls have all fled, leaving behind only giggling echoes.
What a terrible way to start this rescue mission. If things go bad, which it sounds like it will, you may be the one in need of rescue.
Trying to push these thoughts away, you put your clothes back on, wetness be dammed, and gather your stuff in preparation for the journey ahead. |