**Well hello there :)

I'm so happy to be able to upload again, and I want to thank you all for your kind encouragement with the 'Birthday Party' series!

This story is going to be a little more mellow, at least to begin with, and focuses more on 'futa on male' romance, rather than futadom (although that may or may not be a story tag later on ;) ). Also, if the spelling is a little weird, that might be because Australia uses British English, which has some spelling variations to US English :P

I really hope you enjoy it

Story tags include, but not limited to: futanari, futa on male, romance, anal, deepthroat, cumflation, feels

All characters are over the age of 18**

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"Get behind cover!"

Gideon used all his agility to fling himself behind a boulder as a deafening wave of flames roared around him. The searing tongues of fire flicked and curled around the weather worn rock that took the brunt of the searing blast, and he should slowly feel his mana draining as his flame resistance spell absorbed what was still able to reach him. He knew that one unimpeded blast would have burned him to a cinder.

Sweat poured down his face from heat and fear as the wall of flame went on for a few more seconds, before finally dying down. Dragons still needed to breathe, too, after all. The boulder he'd been behind glowed red hot in the aftermath of the attack as he peeked his head over, heat distorting his vision slightly as he watched Sir Gildredd, shield up and blade drawn, squaring off in front of the 20 foot tall red monstrosity.

Behind the knight stood Shadara the cleric, the stout woman keeping a constant stream of fortifying and healing magics upon him to keep him standing in the face of the dragon's onslaught. She looked like she was on her last legs herself, her magic was beginning to wane and she was down on one knee as the physical and magical strain took its toll on her. This battle had taken a toll on everyone. He quickly scanned the battlefield to see who else besides those two and himself were still standing.

Bliggin had been the first down. The rouge's nimble feet and reflexes not quite enough to stop the magical creature from swallowing him whole in the first few seconds. Dammit! She'd always been too reckless! Rofulo had gone down a few minutes after that, the jovial quips and comments that normally lent them inspiration in the heat of battle only seeming to aggravate the dragon and draw its ire. Gideon could still the bard's broken body on the field behind it, trampled under its enormous clawed feet as it had rushed him.

Terranna was still up on a ledge about 40 feet to the drake's left, firing arrows down at it as fast as she could and slowing it down with her ranger's magic. The elf might be the only one to survive this fight if things kept going the way they were, and if the dragon didn't just chase her down and burn her to a crisp along with the rest of them.

Far over to his left their other fighters, Ulysses and Rhiannon, were being healed slowly by the druid Fanyssia. Both the sword fighter and axe wielding barbarian had been slowly beaten down during the fight, and while their attackers had done a serious amount of damage, the consequence had been putting themselves in harm's way. And lastly, was himself. As a wizard his job had been to pepper and harry their quarry with ranged magic, keeping it somewhat distracted so the fighters could dive in and do the brunt of the work. Problem was, no one knew that this particular dragon seemed to be immune to not just fire attacks, but lightning and ice elemental attacks, too. Which put him and consequently the rest of the team into the dire situation they had found themselves in.

Whispering a few arcane words he threw out a clap of deafening thunder up around the dragons head just as it was about to make a swipe at the knight in front of it, one of the only spells he had prepared that weren't one of the elements it seemed to be immune to. The creature flinched and wavered in its attack at his strike, giving the knight an opportunity to strike, which he took great advantage of. Recoiling back from the bite of his blades the dragon reared up on its hinds and brought its front claws down, shaking the ground violently and unbalancing the knight before snaking its neck down and striking at him with its teeth.

The knight howled in pain as its teeth ripped through his leg armour like wet parchment, crippling him and bringing him down to one knee. The cleric's magic was waning even more now as she fought to put everything in to healing his crippling wound.

Gideon's hands flew back again as the dragons head reared up again, liquid fire gurgling up through its long serpentine neck as it prepared another searing fire breath. Eating into the depths of his mana he cast the strongest fire protection spell he could on the knight. If he went down now, everything was over.

"RROOOOAAAAGGHHHHHH!!" a mighty roar cut through even the loud crackling of flames as Rhiannon came flying through the air at the creatures neck, her great barbarians axe hewing into the scaled neck of the beast. Its roar shook the ground as one of its twin steel crescents bit deeply into its flesh.

Dear gods! Was there a chance? His elation was short lived, though, as despite her blood rage l, the haft of her weapon slipped from her fingers as she fell the ground before the creature, and collapsed. Gravely Wounded though it was, the dragon quickly recovered, searching for its sudden attacker and, upon seeing her sprawled, reared on its hinds again and brought its front claws down onto her with a sickening crunch.

"NOOOOO!" Gideon looked around for the source if the scream before realizing it had come from him. He sucked dry the last of his mana pool, and then some, his lungs burning as he began sacrificing his own lifeblood to power a godly thunder crack that split the air near the creatures head, deafening and disorienting it, and shaking the axe loose from its neck, leaving a huge gash that spit blood onto the dusty ground below. The wizard was not a front line fighter, not by any means, but he found himself sprinting out across the field as the huge adult red dragon stumbled about in its few moments of confusion.

Ignoring his own pain, the knight leapt downward as well, pressing the attack despite his leg on being half healed before the cleric ran out of stamina and collapsed behind him. Gideon knew this was it. Their main fighting force was pretty much all down now, their cleric down, their druid waning behind them, the archer still loosing arrows that the dragon ignored like flies, and him with a freshly tapped out mana pool.

Somehow he managed to dodge the dragons tree trunk like legs and sweeping tail as it moved forward to return the knights attacks, sliding across the ground as he came upon the crushed barbarian.

She was still alive, he knew that much, as he hadn't seen her spirit leave her, as it had the bard and the rogue, but he wondered how she could be. Her legs were cracked and bent in several wrong ways, one arm was only hanging on by a few strings of sinew, and her chest was caved in. her rage must have helped her resist the bone crunching weight of the dragons mass bearing down on her. He moved carefully, trying to stabilize her and coax her back to consciousness. Eventually, slowly, her purple eyes weakly opened.

"G...gid...eooonn" He could hear the blood pooling in her lungs already. He didn't have much time.

"Shhhh, you're going to be okay Rhia. We need you, you must live!" Reaching into his robe he brought forth a small vial containing a brilliantly slivered fluid that radiated soft light around it.

'The tears of Bahamut'. An item most rare, gifted to him by the high priests of the platinum dragon god after ensuring his twisted twin Tiamat wasn't reborn into the physical plane. The tears not only healed the drinker of any and all wounds or illness, including lost limbs, it granted them increased strength, speed, and resistance, making them near invulnerable for a short while.

"N...no, Giddy...it's...too precious...what about...your sister?" She gurgled out, her voice rasping through the slashed and crushed tissues.

He popped the wax sealed cork off the vial and held it to her lips.

"She would want you to have it! Drink it Rhiannon, you must! Let's finish this, and when we're done here...we'll travel the continent, just you and me. We'll find another way to cure her...together." He gently stroked her bloodied cheek with his thumb as he upended the vial and watched the platinum pour into the back of her throat.

He held her mouth and nose closed as she swallowed, triggering a hacking cough that threatened to spew the precious nostrum, but after that brief second she settled and he saw her throat contract. She shuddered as the fluid finally went down her throat, as he idly wondered if such a healing liquid would be palatable or not.

His brief musing, however, was cut short as another roar issued from the injured dragon. Gideon looked in horror as Gildredd was crunched in the jaws of the dragon, screaming as its razor shape teeth shredded the rest of his armour as easily as it had on his leg. Glancing down he could see Rhiannon's body rapidly recovering, wounds closing, bones snapping back together and realigning, her eyes becoming more alert and aware. A few more seconds. He just had to buy a few more seconds, and keep the thing's gaze off of Rhiannon.

He leapt to his feet and drew the short dagger out of his ankle sheathe, holding it shakily in both hands as he raced towards the chewing head of the dragon. With a desperate cry he sprang forward and drove the weapon forward with all his might, aiming for its large yellow eye. As if in slow motion he watched as the glowing eye rolled to face him, before he felt a crushing blow to the side of his body. The creature's tail whipped at him and hit him hard, sending his frail body hurtling through the air before he was stopped by an outcropping of rock, much like the one he'd hidden behind earlier.

Gideon was surprised with how little it hurt. Really, shouldn't something like that hurt a lot? Stunned, he looked down to find the left side of his body completely smashed in, and his legs twisted and mangled. He tried to move, but realised he couldn't. Oh...his head...his head had smashed itself against the stone hadn't it? His eyes being the only thing he could move now, looked over to his shoulder. Sure enough, blood was seeping into the fabric of his rode, saturating the thick woollen fabric in his lifeblood...but, had it worked? Had he bought enough time for her?

He looked up to see Rhiannon on her feet, looking even more powerful than when they'd started this fight. She launched herself forward and caught the haft of her great axe in both hands, before rolling and launching herself into the air behind the dragon as it dropped the knight in his jaws to the ground, making to incinerate the knight once more as the yellow orange flames travelled up through its throat and lit the back of it mouth.

Rhiannon's eyes crackled with primal rage as lightning of the old gods ran through her, her muscle packed body bulging even more as she brought the electrified axe-blade right back down on the spot she'd cut into earlier.

"Of course..." He thought silently to himself.

The dragon's immunity came from its magical hide, find a chink in that armour and...

*RRRRZZZZZZ-BOOOOOM!*

Her thunderous blow rang out across the field as the blade shore through more than a foot of muscle and cut deeply into its spine, severing the vital cords just as the beast sensed her presence above it, turning its head to try and counter the attacker with its blazing breath. Too late. The mass of the creature collapsed to the ground behind the point of her intrusion in its neck as its fire spewed to the side of the mortally Gildredd, its jaw snapping open and shut as it spasmed in its death throes.

Thank...the gods...at least his death...would mean something. She was alive, and that was all that mattered to him.

As if Bahamut himself had heard his dying thoughts, she was suddenly there in front of him, kneeling down in front of him. Most people, especially fellow wizards, thought of barbarians as nothing but brutish savages, and even Gideon had been one of them at first. It was only as he'd gotten to know the warrior over their travels that he'd come to realize she wasn't an ignorant savage, quite the opposite in fact, she was just more honest and blunt with how she felt and what she wanted. Not one to play politics of mind games. She was much too pure than that kind of chicanery.

He watched her as his vision began to grow weak now. Her thick hair in braids, dark as the night except for a swathe of blood red that ran down her right. Her large hands held out in front of her, usually so strong and sure, now trembled with uncertainty as she foundered about what could possibly be done to hold the life in his broken body. Her lips opened and closed with her mouth as she shouted something at him that he could barely hear.

"Well done, Giddy! Hold on...Well done, Giddy!..." She was so close to him, but sounded so far away...

'What a strange creature she is...' He thought absently as his view tunnelled, the void swarming all around him, all he could see was her.

She brought her hands up to his cold face and cupped it gently as tears began rolling down her cheeks.

'Such a strong warrior...shouldn't cry about someone as weak as me...' He thought as he felt the last of his life ebbing away...

[Congratulations! Krothmuss the Bloody Scourge has been defeated!]

"Y-YES!" Gideon jumped up from his chair as the mission cleared message popped up on his screen, immediately regretting his decision as his knees hit the edge of his desk and toppled over his monitor.

"Shit!" He shouted in surprise and pain as the edge of the desk gouged his knees.

"What was that?" Rhia's voice came through the team chat at his second exclamation.

"Never mind! Heal me, heal me! Inventory should be unlocked!" He shouted back as he hurriedly picked the monitor back up and sat himself back down in his gaming chair.

His health bar was almost at zero from bleed damage out before it suddenly stopped and began to rapidly rise. His screen view came back from being black and white to colour as his health regenerated from the potions the barbarian was using on his character.

"Pheewww! I thought I was a goner there! I hate the penalties they hit you with when you KO, and - Yes! Level up! Woooo, got me some level 7 spell slots now!"

"Ha ha! Don't worry, Boo, I got you. Pick something good!" Rhia laughed back as she finished healing him with their reserve potions. "Alright, HP should recover fine on its own now. Let's try to save some of the others before they kick it." She said as she un-crouched and sprinted to Gildredd.

Gideon picked up his mouse and rested his hand back onto its gel cushion over his keyboard, and clicked his way over to Shadara, dumping stamina and mana potions on her to get her up, since they needed her to res the others before they got KO penalised.

Once they were all back on their feet, including the newly resurrected Bliggin and Rofulo, Gildredd brought them all over in front of Krothmuss' digital corpse.

"Alright everyone, I know that didn't go exactly the way we had planned, but we did it! Well done to Shadara and Fanyssia for keeping everyone healed and buffed right up until the end there! Ulysses, you had some damn good DPS before you got taken out, we wouldn't have been able to take the dragon out without it. Bliggin and Rofulo, don't get too down, you played to our characters, and that's what our little RP guild is all about. Bliggin would have absolutely thrown caution to the wind, considering her family was slaughtered by red dragons. Terranna," He tuned to the elven ranger who was idling near the outskirt of the group using an 'embarrassed' emote.

"I know it didn't seem like you were doing much, but the aggro you were drawing kept him from focusing for most of that, so thank you." once the rest of the group was done he turned to him and the hulking barbarian next to him. "Rhiannon and Gideon are the MVP's of this fight though. Gideon, it's my fault you had the wrong spells prepared, I didn't think it would have two more elemental immunities! No wonder they said this boss was janked. Good improvising, and good work healing up Rhia, who got the last hit with that massive shank right at the end there. That damage must have been huge! All in all, great work team! That fight took a lot longer than we all though, 3 hours can take it out of you, so with that said, I'm hitting the hay! I'll sort out my loot next week. See ya' peeps."

One by one the other members logged off as Gideon sorted through his loot, their mics popping off as they left the game. He was pretty tired, too, but preferred to organise his stuff immediately so he didn't forget what he had, and so he could trash the junk to make a little extra coin. He was just about finished up when Rhiannon's voice came through his headset unexpectedly.

"Hey, Giddy. Thanks for healing me like that. I can't believe you used your 'Tears of Bahamut' on me, that's such a rare drop for the quest." Her voice sounded genuinely thankful through his headphones.

"Uhhhh, yeah whatever like 1 in 1000 no big deal don't worry about it ha ha ha ha ha!" He blurted out in a rush before stopping himself and cringing.

'Way to go you fucking dweeb...' He thought angrily to himself as he tried to calm down. 'Nothing's more attractive than a desperate sounding idiot.'

"Anyway, *ehem*" He cleared his throat as he took a deep breath. "I'm glad I did! It was definitely worth it, I couldn't just let you die like that, Rhia... For the fight! We- we needed you in the fight! To help win it...the fight, that is." Gods, what was he doing!? Stumbling over his words like some level 1 pleb ogling his first tavern wench.

He blushed as he fiddled with his mouse. He'd been part of the guild for almost 3 years now, joining the RP-Life Guild soon after he started playing 'Dragons&Dungeoneering: Online'. Rhiannon had already been part of the guild then, and he'd been immediately enamoured with her voice and tall, powerful looking futanari barbarian avatar. Over the course of their gaming and adventuring they'd gotten to know each other a lot, and had developed a nice little online friendship through their shared digital trials and tribulations.

He'd tried to keep a lid on his inexplicable attraction to this person he'd never met IRL, after all he didn't want to come across as some kind of creep, but more than once he'd let slip some comments here and there that had made him more than a little embarrassed. For the most part though, Rhia seemed to take his slip ups all in stride, laughing them off as she slapped him heartily on the back and easing his jittery nerves. Much like she was doing now.

"Hah hah!" Her voice sounded like smoky old world English gold in his ears, and he loved it. "Well anyway, thanks, I really mean it. I know that took a lot of grinding and luck to get that drop, those things go for like $400 in the market place?... Hey," Her jovial tone suddenly getting more serious. "Did you mean what you said in the battle? That you wanted us to quest alone together and find another cure for your sister?"

"Oh! Oh, uhm...I was, you know, PR-ing... I mean if you want to that would be super cool too I just don't want to make you do anything it was my choice to give you the tears I knew you could defeat the boss if you were all healed up!" He blurted out before quickly realising he was digging his hole deeper by verbally gushing again.

"I mean...yes," He took another breath to calm himself. "Yes, I would lo-like!...To quest together with you...if you'd like to..."
"Marry me, Gideon."

"I ju-..." He choked a little in his own spit as he gasped, before stammering. "W-w-w-what?"

"Marry me!" She said again, like it was just a normal thing. "We'll get special buffs if we quest together while married, and we can find the other and teleport to their location if one of us starts early or late." Oh, of course...Gods...he felt like an idiot.

"Uh, well then...y-yeah, let's...get married."

"Awesome! Let's do it before next week's guild meet up!" she said, happily.

"Y-yeah. Let's do it then...Um, okay. I'm gonna log off now, I'll see you next week, Rhia."

"Oh... Umm, wait! Hey, so...do you wanna maybe meet up IRL this weekend? All the other guys play in different cities, and we're the only two who live near each other. It seems like a waste not to put a face to each other's name and voice, especially since we're in the same city. I think it would be really cool, what about you?"

"O-oh! S-s-sure!" He stammered.

"Sweet! Let's meet up this Saturday in the square outside town hall! I'll meet you at say, about 2pm?"

"Y-yeah! That sounds good to me."

"Perfect, I'll DM you my number just in case we need to talk before then, okay?"

"Sure thing!"

"Oh, and uhmm, one more thing...I...Well done, Giddy!" She blurted out before her mic popped as she logged off.

That was a little odd...She always seemed to say that to him nowadays. After a quest, or a good fight. He didn't really mind it though. It was nice to be appreciated, if only for how helpful he was.

'OMG! We're were going to meet her in real life!' He thought to himself as he took down her number from his messages.

He couldn't wait! This was going to be a dream come true!

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This was a mistake...

He sat on a concrete step just outside town hall as he waited for Rhiannon to arrive at their specified meeting time. He checked his watch again.

1:55pm.

He'd been there since 1:20, nervous and excited for their meet up at first, but as time had gone on, his elation had turned to anxiety as he people watched, hoping to see her through the crowd of people around him.

It wasn't that he was worried about her, per say. No, as he watched the people bustling around him he started to become acutely aware of the futa/male couples walking around together. The futa were all tall and beautiful, and the men were either small and pretty, or tall and handsome. Rhia was a futanari in real life, just as she was in game, so he already had some idea of what to expect, and although she knew he was a guy, he was worried she would be disappointed when she saw him.

For lack of a better term, he had always considered himself...dumpy. He was a child of non-empire parents, his mother and father just a normal man and woman, who'd emigrated to the Empire for work when he was child. He'd grown up here, gone through high school here and vocational training here, but despite the particular education and 'training' he'd received like all the other boys, he'd always been found by those around him to be somewhat lacking.

Less than half of the boys who'd started the senior year with him had actually been around to complete it with him, being Bound by various futa before graduation. The rest had become 'free males' like him, but even less had made it through the 3 years of vocational school. He'd heard that some guys needed to be compelled into relationships with futa, but he'd never had that problem, being attracted to their stunning physiques and personalities for as long as he could remember, to the point where he never really seemed to fantasise about settling down with a normal woman. Despite all his hard work in school and in his personal life, though, no futa, or woman for that matter, had ever seemed to glance him way.

Not that he didn't understand why, of course. Futa were usually attracted to the small, effeminate men who were more susceptible to the transformative effects of their 'special sauce'. Even as he sat there in the step he saw half a dozen futa/male couples walking together, their petite pretty boys practically hanging them as they led them along, either by the hand or on a leash attached to their collars. He even saw some female/male and futa/male couples where the guy was taller and more masculine. Women who preferred less sapphic relationships, and even some futa, seemed to like men who were more ruggedly handsome, to either be dominated by, or to dominate for more 'exciting' conquests.

Gideon was somewhere in the grey area between those two groups, of middling height and build. His face could only be described by himself as...unexceptional. Not that he was 'ugly' persay, he just didn't have either the cute or handsome looks that futa seemed to go for. He was decidedly, and painfully, average.

He was also a little softer in the body, in part due to his job as a line cook for a local restaurant. He loved to eat and he knew how to cook, a deadly combination. Despite all the exercise and diets of pre-packaged 'futa-milk' he partook of, he could never seem to slim down his body enough for him to even be a 'butter-face' for even a random horny futa.

He rubbed his hands on his jeans as he looked back down at his watch again.

2pm.

He scanned the crown for her. they'd texted back and forth a little over the week, confirming the place and time of their meet up, and organising how they'd recognise each other. She would be wearing a black bomber jacket with blue jeans and red high tops, and he would be wearing a blue cap and button up shirt with the 'Dragons & Dungeoneering' logo on them.

His eyes finished scanning the crowd around him and he lowered his head again, sighing quietly to himself. Still nothing.

What would she think when she saw him, he wondered? His elvish avatar was the embodiment of everything he wished he was in heal life. Thin, cute, and desirable. He could only imagine a look of confusion, followed swiftly by disillusionment and disappointment, when she saw how differently he looked from his game character.

Minutes slowly ticked by as he periodically glanced up to check out anyone who came near him, and the longer he waited, the more he was sure that this was all a big mistake. What was he thinking? Rhia was expecting some pretty little thing, not some uninteresting bump on a log like him. She might have been looking to meet up as friends, but would she even care anymore once she got a look at him?

Worst case scenario she was looking for a little 'fun', thinking she they could have some time together in a love hotel of something. He didn't look forward to the crushing regret that he would see on her face when she realised the mistake she'd made. It was something he'd seen more than once when he'd tried online and blind dating services.

Yeah...this was definitely a mistake.

He checked his watch yet again.

2:35pm.

She was more than half an hour late now. He double checked his phone, too, but saw nothing. Not that that was anything new for him. No messages to say she was running late, or she needed a rain cheque and had to cancel. His mind began to wander to the worst possible scenarios.

Oh gods, had she already seen him? Had she seen what he really looked like and been so turned off that she'd just noped right out of there? Would he come back online in a couple days to find she'd left the guild and blocked him, or that he'd been removed from it at her request? A hundred anxiety riddled situations played out in his head as he sat there, each one more painful that the last.

He...he should just go.

Even if she'd already come and gone, even if she was really running late and hadn't seen him yet. He should spare her the indignity of coming all this way only to be met with...him. Maybe luck was on his side? Maybe her phone had died and they would miss each other in the crowd and they could keep their online friendship going without her having the knowledge of who he really was.

He swallowed a lump in his throat, un-shed tears standing in his eyes, as he made his mind up. This was what he got for getting his hopes up. This is what he got for thinking someone like her would ever be interested in someone like him, either as a friend or something more. That anyone would, really. He swallowed his melancholy, just like all the other times he'd been reminded of his worthlessness, and stood up as he checked his phone again for the train times. If he left now, he could probably just make the next one, which would get him home at arou-

Suddenly, he felt a large hand on his shoulder as someone stepped up from behind him. He looked backwards as he jumped forward, startled at the sudden touch, craning his neck up to look into a pair of beautiful, large eyes before turning his head back down coquettishly.

"Giddy?" A familiar, friendly voice asked.

As much as he didn't look like his avatar, she did.

It was as if Rhiannon the barbarian had stepped out of the game itself and decided to walk among them in modern, and decidedly more modest, clothes. Nearly 7 feet tall and shredded, Rhiannon stood there, wearing her black bomber, ripped black jeans and white shoes, as promised. Even her hair was accurate to the character. Jet black with scattered braids, and a bold streak of vibrant red that ran down from the right side of her head. Her features were strong and beautiful, her body powerful and shapely.

A warrior goddess.

Seeing how stunning she was in the real world only made him feel worse, though, and he felt his stomach flip as he prepared himself for the worst, the look of distain he would see when he acknowledged her. Maybe...he could plead ignorance? Say she was mistaken and he was someone else. Maybe he could still save them both the indignity of...him.

"That is you, isn't it Giddy?" The nickname she'd called him for a couple years now made his heart flutter in his chest whenever he heard it.

Hearing her say it now, in front of him for real, made it want to explode from his chest as he felt his face flush hot in a stomach churning combination of excitement and embarrassment.

He tried to meet her gaze as he replied, but was so afraid. What would he see there? Disappointment? Regret? Revulsion? He couldn't help himself, he knew what was going to happen, but he wanted to be seen by her, at least once...even if it was for the last time.

"H-Hi, R-R-Rhia..." He forced himself to look up at her, baring his awful face to her and bracing himself for the worst.

"Ah, thank goodness! I'm sorry I kept you waiting like that." Her apologetic tone matched her face as she brought a hand up and rubbed the back of her head in relief. "Everything just seemed to go wrong for me this morning, I got held up by something for work, the trains were crazy, my phone died...Thank goodness I caught you!"

"Oh...that's alright..." He didn't really know what to say.

She didn't look let down. She really looked...relieved! So it really all was a coincidence?

"So, um...are you...did you...what...what do you want to do? There's a....game store? O-or some good comic places..." He trailed off, realising he had no real plan for what they should do.

Gods, he was hopeless, it was like he was self-sabotaging himself.

"Actually, I'm really hungry!" She smiled and laughed, rubbing her stomach and licking her lips dramatically.

Looking down he could see the vague outlines of her trim, defined abdominals beneath the white shirt. As he beheld the smooth outline of her breasts, and saw the barest hint of her nubs poking out through the thin cotton material, unencumbered by a bra as she obviously was, the slightly darker colouration of her areolas contrasting the surrounding pale flesh. He felt his heart flit suddenly as if it had been replaced by a ball of fluttering butterflies, and felt his eyes drawn lower.

A hot, pulsing twinge erupted from deep within his core as he spied a length running down the inner thigh of her right leg. The protrusion a little difficult to see against her black jeans, but easily more than half a foot long as sprang down from the bloated crotch of her pants. The sight of her futahood bulging so close to him, separated by only a few layers of tightly stretched fabric excited him almost beyond words and splashed away his previous anxieties.

He felt blood flow into his own, lesser organ as it grew stiff in his pants. As subtly as he could, he slowly crossed his hands down in front of himself to try and hide excitement as his cheeks heated even more. He couldn't help it though, she was just so stunning.

"Yea-yeah!" He managed to tear his eyes away from her crotch to look back at her dazzling smile. "Food...food sounds good. Was there anywhere in particular you wanted to eat?"

"Yeah," A slight pink blush coloured her own cheeks as she saw him ogling her package. "I know a great place! Follow me!" She turned as she gestured for him to follow, and they walked off out of the square.

Rhia's recommendation for lunch was burger place. An old hole in the wall, which for all its old and unappealing decor, made up for it by grilling up one mean dang burger. As they talked over the course of meal and a few beers, Gideon actually found himself relaxing a bit, caught up in the excited and enthusiastic energy that seemed to exude from her.

They talked about D&D:Online of course, but also games they enjoyed playing when they were kids, movies, TV shows, and music they liked, and so on. They slew a horde of casual topics until the path of their conversation inevitably came around to what he least wanted to talk about: himself.

She had talked about herself to start off with, and he'd been more than enthused to learn about her life. He learned a bit about her job at one of the biggest marketing firms in the city, if not the Empire. That she had transferred across the pond to be closer to her sister, and a bit more about her family in general, and of course, her interests and dreams. She seemed evasive whenever anything about her sister came up though, not that he was one to point fingers.

A part of him wanted to bare every part of himself to her, too, but the dark shadows of his anxiety kept him in check, making him a rather cagey partner whenever she tried to ask about anything to do with him. Rhia wasn't stupid, and seemed to pick up on his reticence, but seemed okay with leaving it alone for the most part, that was at least until later in the evening.

It was well past 5pm when they left the diner, the pair of them meandering their way through the city streets until they came to one of the long parks that was scattered though the cityscape, and she finally called him out on it.

"Come ooon, Giddy!" She said with an exasperated sigh. "Answer the question properly. You've been dodging my questions since lunch." The latest question she referred to being 'where he wanted to be in a year'. He'd answered with 'alive', but his blithe, noncommittal responses were beginning to bother her a bit.

"Listen," She stopped them on a quiet sidewalk as she squared off in front of him, crossing her arms as she leant down to him slightly in a move reminiscent of when she would perform an intimidation check in the game.

"The whole point of us meeting up IRL was to hang out a bit and see who we are, outside the game. Come one, we're friends, right? At least, I'd like to think so." Her eyes locked his into their gaze, an inescapable force that he almost wanted to be stuck in forever, but one that also held a look of anxiety itself. What did this goddess have to be anxious about?

"I don't know how you feel, but the reason I invited you out...was because I didn't just want that to be an 'in-game' friendship anymore. I wanted to get to know the real you. So, please, throw me a bone and tell me about the 'you' in real life. What makes you tick? What do you like and dislike? What do you want out of life?"

"Sorry, I...sorry...I don't...really know what you'd want to hear about me. I'm not...really very interesting." He felt his lower lip tremble as tears began forming in his eyes. He tore his eyes from hers, casting his face down to hide his pitiful looking face from hers.

"I don't care that you're not the most interesting person on the planet." She said softly as her arms relaxed and hung to her sides. "Like I said, I wanted to meet you. So would you humour me and let me get to know my 'fiancée'? Unless...Oh, gosh, unless you really don't want to. Ah, jeez, I'm sorry, I didn't even consider your feelings in this, did I? I just assumed you felt the same as me. We can call it here if you want to go home or something."

"No!" As much as he hated talking about himself, he didn't want this to end yet. He didn't want her to leave. He had to bite the bullet. "G-go on...ask me whatever. I-I'll...I'll answer anything you want." And he did.

She asked him about his work, his hobbies outside of the game, how fulfilled he felt, his dreams for the future, his thoughts on music and art and politics. They walked along beside each other, laughing, debating, and digressing as he finally began to share a part of the real him.

The last time had checked his watch it was 7:30. They'd been walking around for a while since then, slowly making loops around the park as the sun had set behind the tall buildings of steel and glass. Their path was lit as lamps interspersed throughout the park came to life, illuminating the pair as they continued talking.

"So...How about your love life?" She finally asked as they strolled down one of the central paths, tall bushy trees and dense foliage pressing in from both sides and almost creating their own private world.

Gideon's stroll slowed to a stop on the bitumen path, Rhia's long legs continuing for a couple steps before she noticed his absence beside her, stopped and turned to look at him questioningly. His head hung as he stood there silently for a few moments, then he turned and sat down on a nearby bench, slumping and pulling the brim of his cap down low to cover his face.

"What love life?" His quiet reply bitter on his tongue.

She came over and sat down beside him, close, but not so much as to crowd him.

"Sorry if I hit a nerve or something. Did you have a break up recently, or...?" she asked, her tone curious but empathetic.

"No...No breakup."

"Oh...then, it's been a while? You know it's okay to have dry spells. A couple years ago I-"

"No...No dry spell..."

"Oh...ummm. I don't understand...are you...seeing someone then?"

"No, I'm not-...I've...I've never 'seen anyone'...I've never...I've never been in a relationship, okay?"

"Come on, I find that hard to believe." She said with a small, friendly sounding chuckle.

He knew she was probably just trying to be supportive, but the thought of her pitying him just made it sting all the more.

"Please don't do that." He said flatly.

"Do what?" She asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

"That. Pandering to me, everyone I know talks down to me and gives me platitudes about, 'you'll find the right one, and 'there's plenty of fish in the sea'."

"How do you know they're pandering and not just trying to be supportive?"

"Because, I just-!...I...Come on Rhia, don't pretend that you can't see what I look like." He pulled his cap lower as hot tears fell down his cheeks in shame and embarrassment.

"I do, Giddy! Looks aren't everything y-" She broke off mid-sentence, already cringing as she regretted what she'd said.

"Wow..." His eyes went as dead as his voice. "Thanks..."

"No! I'm sorry, that didn't come out right!"

"Come one Rhia..." He groaned through silent sobs that ere now wracking his chest. "Just...just look at me..."

"I am." Her voice was insistent

"No!" He stood up and faced her, his anxiety turning to frustration and boiling over. "I mean really look at me!" He gestured to himself aggressively as he stood in front of her, finally showing his red, tear streaked face.
"There's nothing...good about me! I'm not- I'm not attractive! I'm not cute, or handsome, or strong, or graceful, or smart! ...I'm an ugly, stupid...stout, damned goblin! I'm worthless! A boring nobody, and nobody..." His voice wavered as his hot flash of frustration was quickly overwhelmed by crushing sadness. "Nobody...wants a thing like this. Nobody wants...me." His shoulders slumped as sobs shook him and he squatted down in front of her, face in his hands as he cried for a minute.

"Gods...I'm-I'm sorry." He spluttered out as he finally came back to his senses, wiping his face on his hands and arms. "I shouldn't have...I'm so sorry for unloading on you like that, that's not fair. I know you're just trying to be nice, I just...It gets so...frustrating sometimes, you know?..." He slowly got up and sat back down on the bench heavily, more depressed than ever.

Not only had he confessed his worthlessness to the one person he yearned to impress, but he'd probably just ruined any chance of getting to know more of her now by vomiting his self-hatred out like that. It was like a self-fulfilling prophecy. He was so afraid to ruin things, he had made himself do it in his fear.

After another silent minute she finally spoke up, her voice quiet and soft.

"Look Gideon...I don't know what you've gone through. I don't known the kind of hurt and pain you've had to deal with, but...you're not the only person who has body image issues. A lot of people do. Even I..." She paused and he could sense something on the tip of her tongue, but she bit it back, sighing before she continued. "I wanted to meet you. Doesn't that say something?"

"You wanted to meet me as a friend though, right? What....what did you expect me to look like? Be honest, would you have wanted to even meet if you'd known what I looked like beforehand?" Why was he doing this? Why was he pushing her away? Of course she never would have come.

"Yeah, Giddy, I would have." Her answer was simple and steady, without any hint of reservation or deception.

"W-...why...?" He honestly couldn't understand why anyone would want to.

"Because...because the guy I became friends with is...is just you, Giddy. The same 'you' as from the game. You haven't changed now that we've met, have you?" she seemed to be waiting for a response, so he just shook his head silently.

"Don't sell me short Giddy, I don't make friends easily. People are selfish, arrogant, shallow, and rude. I've known plenty of people who judge books by their covers, who never bother to get to know the substance of a person before they make judgements about them." She looked upset for a moment before her eyes fell back on him, and softened.

"Not you, though. You didn't know what I looked like when we met. You don't know what any of our guild mates look like, but you always treated everyone with respect and consideration from the moment you started playing with us. I was worried that I'd meet you, and you'd be nothing like you were in game, but you were just the same. Better even. I can't tell you how happy that made me... Besides...not everyone has the same...tastes, you know? Not everyone wants the same things. Just because you and some other people you've met don't think you're attractive, doesn't mean everyone does..."

"...Thanks Rhia...and, I'm sorry again. You didn't deserve that...it wasn't directed at you, it's just been building for a while I guess...I hope you're right, though...I hope...I can find someone like you one day...someone who sees me and... and still wants to be with me..." He whispered morosely, the both of them going quiet for a minute in their secluded little spot.

"Well..." She said suddenly, breaking the silence. "Why not me?"

He turned his head to look at her, a shocked expression on his face. What? He'd misheard her, right? He tuned to look at her and saw she was looking straight ahead, now, her eyes actually avoiding his, and she was blushing.

"You...you want to find someone like me you said" He continued, her voice shaking slightly as she grew even redder in the lamplight. "So why...why can't that be me? What if I said...that I liked you, and I found you attractive...and I didn't just want to meet you just because we were just friends in a game? What if I wanted to m-meet you because I wanted to be more than friends? I mean, unless...unless you don't see me that way, which I would totally get..."

"No! I mean yes, I mean...Rhiannon you're...everything I've ever wanted... I'd be so unbelievably happy if I got to be with someone like you, or...or with you, but...you shouldn't be with someone like me. I'm not worth it." He hated how defeatist he sounded.

Here she was, the futa of his dreams saying she liked him, and he was telling her she didn't know what she was talking about? What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Don't you think that's up to me to decide?" She said forcefully, finally turning to face him as tears stood in her eyes. It seemed a sight so unbelievable to him, on someone so powerful and gorgeous, looking so vulnerable.

"...Can I tell you a secret...?" She whispered as she looked down between them. "I, uh...I already knew what you looked like..."

"What do you mean?" He didn't understand.

"I started...stalking you online a little bit last year." She admitted with a guilty tone. "We were really starting to become good friends in the guild, and I was really curious about you, so used your handle to find your name in the forums, and I looked up your social profiles to learn more about you. I've known what you look like for a long time now. And then, earlier today...I wasn't late. I got to the square just before 2, and then I saw you sitting there, and I got so nervous because you were even cuter in real life." His heart fluttered at the compliment, sending a strange shiver all through his body. "I watched you waiting for me, looking all anxious and adorable, but then I saw you getting up and I realised you'd probably gotten upset, so I rushed over and played dumb about the whole thing...I'm sorry."

His face was burning as brightly as hers, at her confession. He'd never, ever been so flattered in his whole life. So this was what it felt like to be wanted? It was almost like a dream, and he was terrified he'd wake up at any second.

"It's just..." She continued. "When you say you're 'worthless'...that hurts me, too. I don't think you are. I don't think you're ugly. I know it seems selfish, but it's like...you're telling me I'm stupid for liking you. But I'm not stupid, Giddy. I like you because there's so freaking much to like. You just can't see it, and I don't think you want to see it. I think you've gotten so used to thinking no one wants you, that you've centred your whole identity on that delusion. You say no one wants to look at you, but when I was watching you I saw plenty of futa looking, and they weren't recoiling back in disgust. To be honest I was scared one of them was going to snatch you up before I worked up the courage to come over to you."

His lip was trembling.

"So...Will you let me?" she looked at him, her enchanting purple eyes drawing him in. "Is it okay for me to like you?" Her hand slid towards his, halfway between them on the seat.

He didn't understand it, but...he was starting to realize that maybe he didn't really need to. She was right...just because he didn't like himself, didn't mean she couldn't. His hand inched over to meet hers, hesitating slightly before interlacing their fingers together. He felt so small in her large hand, small but somehow, important. He'd never felt such intimacy before.

For the first time in a long time he felt his heart swell in his chest, it a warmth rising up his neck and into his face. New tears sprang forth from his eyes, but tears of joy instead of depression. He wiped them away on his arm as he cry-laughed, and they just sat there for a time, enjoying their newfound understanding, before she spoke again.

"I don't want the night to end here, Giddy. Will you...come with me?" She rose from the bench, her hand still tenderly holding his.

He looked up at her, teary eyed, and in awe. He never would have believed it...not in his wildest dreams, that someone as wonderful as her might actually be interested in him. What choice did he have? He nodded and stood up with her.

"I...I don't want it to end either. Rhiannon...I really, really like you. A lot. Can we please... just stay together, for as long as we can tonight?" His warm brown eyes looked up into hers as a wide smile split her full, dark lips and lit up her face.

"I really, really like you, too." She leaned down, bringing her face close to his as her free hand came up to cradle the side of his neck and draw him to her the rest of the way. "And just in case I haven't made myself clear enough about that yet..."

Their mouths met in a long, tender kiss that took his breath away. His first kiss. Her lips soft and strong as they undulated against his own. It was a chaste kiss, but was definitely more than just friendly in its duration as it went for almost a minute. He wanted to get lost in that moment, to live forever in that beautiful dreamlike moment.

When their kiss ended he could barely move but to breathe. His eyes slowly opened as he lowered his right foot, which he hadn't even realized had popped up in longing, as she'd pulled him up to meet her mouth. He watched, enraptured as her tongue flicked over her lips as they parted, savouring the taste his mouth had left on hers.

"Come on." She softly cooed as she led him away, down the lamp lit path and out of the park, her hand wrapped around his as he readily followed, still in his dreamy daze.

The two of them walked in a companionable silence down the brightly lit city streets, enjoying each other's company until they came to the more populated areas and had to huddle together to get through the hustle and bustle of the people crowding the sidewalks on the Saturday night. Even after the two of them stopped and shared a cup of chocolate gelato, Gideon's mood began to darken as they walked through the hordes and past the people sitting in the lively bars and restaurants.

Every shout and whisper, every face and sidelong glance cast their way seemed to taunt him. He could feel the judgement of strangers pressing in on him as he struggled to keep up with Rhia's long stride through the throngs of people. A pair of women glanced their way, eyes going wide before they look at each other and snigger obnoxiously. A large, biker looking futa leaning against a brick wall saw them and cocked her eyebrow in confusion. A host-boy smiled widely as he saw Rhia, then caught a glimpse him being strung along behind her. His brightly painted lips pursed and button nose wrinkled in disgust.

More looks, more whispers and barely concealed laughter. He knew what they must be thinking.

'But he's so gross looking.'

'What is someone like her doing with someone like him?'

'She could be doing so much better.'

'Is he paying her?'

'What's wrong with her?'

'What a good person, taking her ugly friend out like that.'

'Ew, why him?'

'He's not good enough...'

'Must be just a pity fuck...'

'Chubby...'

'Ugly...'

'Loser...'

The sidewalk became a blur as he started tearing up again, his long lived insecurities rearing their foul heads again. His head was down-turned as his eyes flicked from left to right at the people crowding on either side of them, his feet slowly falling farther and farther behind as she led on, until...

Rhia looked behind her as her arm went taut against his, and she practically stopped in her tracks at the sensation. Halting so suddenly, even with his slowed pace, he almost went careening into her. He glanced up and saw her looking at him, puzzled as he shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably, before she followed his eyes darting gaze, and saw a few people glancing at them, who quickly looked away once they knew she'd seen them. It wasn't difficult for her to put two and two together.

He stared up at her desperately as she stood in front of him, a look of gentle understanding coming to her face before it was quickly replaced by one of determination. With one step of her long legs she brought herself up alongside of him spun on her heel, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him tightly into her side. A flash of surprise and embarrassment swept through him, but quickly melted away as the touch of her strong arm hugging him close made safe and secure.

They continued walking down the city sidewalks for a while longer, the previous glances and faint whispers left completely unacknowledged by him now in her protective embrace, before he realised they were in an upscale part of town he'd never been to before. The previous noisy and busy streets, bright storefronts, and cracked sidewalks had given way to serene quiet, subdued lighting, and immaculate roads and landscaping as only a few other people walked around them. He could hardly believe they were in the same city, it was so different.

"Sorry." She said abruptly, breaking the silence. "I just wanted to keep you close. I hope it wasn't too...possessive..." She had a slightly embarrassed tone as he looked up at her, and a slight blush could be seen even in the dim light.

"No...it's okay. I actually wanted to thank you. I was getting a bit...nervous again, about myself. It was nice when you pulled me close. As for being possessive...I kinda liked it."

"Oh?" She replied, an amused little smile coming to her lips.

"Yeah, it's a little embarrassing...maybe more than a little...but, I don't know. The idea of someone saying they like you is one thing. Feeling it is something else. I liked the feeling of being hugged close like that...I haven't felt that way in a...a long, long time..." His voice was soft and subdued, even in the relatively quiet area, barely audible even to himself.

They walked in silence for a couple more minutes, her arm still around his shoulders, until they finally came to a halt outside a tall apartment building. He craned his head back to look up at it. In the darkness, its extraordinary height seemed to stretch into the infinity.

'Eternity Towers' was emblazoned above the large glass double doors in flowing, luminescent sliver. The name was apt, considering the scale of the structure.

"Well," She said as she slid her arms off from his shoulders and stepped in front of the building's large doors. "This is me..."

He'd never been this close to it before, let alone stepped foot inside the glamorous building, but it was nearly impossible to miss its looming silhouette from anywhere in or around the city. Just one of the lowliest apartments here could buy a mini-mansion out in the suburbs, he'd heard, and that was only if you were able to make it to the top of a very long waiting list.

Just...who was Rhiannon? He realised that despite all the time they'd spent together in-game, there was still so much he didn't know about her.

"Wow!" Gideon said, still gawking at the ritzy looking skyscraper for a moment before turning his face back down to look at her, rubbing at the back of his head nervously. "Ahh well, I...I had a really nice time today, and...thanks. For putting up with all my bullshit..."

"You're allowed to have bad feelings, Giddy." She warmly, with a reassuring smile. "No one should be expected to feel just fine and dandy all the time, it's alright to feel sad and insecure sometimes...Even I-..." She paused as she looked askance for a moment.

"I just don't want you to let those feelings warp your sense of reality..." Her eyes sought his, as she tucked a stray bit of hair behind her ear before looking at him and blushing. "You're such a fantastic guy and...I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

"You're...you're right." He said as his eyes misted a little, and taking a deep breath. "I should trust you....I want to trust you."

"Then trust me." She said, stepping close to him and bringing her hands up to cup his face in their embrace.

She bent down and kissed him again. Her lips pressing firmly, but gently, into his. He felt himself melting into that kiss, his heart racing at the intimate contact. This kiss, however, was less innocent that their first in the park. He felt her tongue slip out from her lips and press against his, probing slightly before it pushed forward and forced itself into his mouth.

He moaned and leant forward into her body as her long, spit slick muscle moved in, exploring its new home and making friends with his own small pink organ. The two of them danced around each other, their slimy lengths rubbing and tasting what the other had to offer. She tasted like her earlier meals of beer, burger, chocolate gelato, and something he could only describe as robustly...'her'. A wholly unique flavour separate from the others, of which he quickly found himself craving more.

She pulled herself back and slipped herself from his mouth, his lips pressing together and stripping the receding muscle of its flavourful moisture as it left before leaving with a faint, slurping *pop*. His eyes were half lidded as she pulled away, his lips parted in the wake of her exploring tendril. For the second time that day she'd taken his breath away with a kiss and left his head swimming.

"So, how about you come up for a night cap?" She purred in her dusky brogue, dragging the tips of her fingers along his cheeks, beckoning him.

"YeA-*ahem* Uh....yeah..." He squeaked out, swallowing hard. "I'm suddenly feeling a little, ah...thirsty."

The sight of her smiling face as she bit her plump bottom lip was radiant in the light of the building lobby. She took up his hand again and led him into the building with him following tamely still in his daze, as she swiped her finger in the security pad and opened the doors as a doorboy bowed and tipped his hat to them deferentially.

"Good evening, Ma'am." A burly looking futa in a guard uniform said as she stood up from behind a desk. Her eyes widened as she saw him trailing behind her by the hand. "You have a guest?"

"Evening, Roberta." Acknowledged the olive skinned sentry, casting a sidelong glance her way at the futa's reaction. "Yes, I do. Was there something you needed?" Rhia asked as they crossed the lobby before stopping in front of the elevators and swiping her finger across the biometric pad again, calling a lift.

"N-No! No, Ma'am!" Roberta stammered briefly as one of the elevator door opened as they stepped inside.

Gideon saw a look of red faced embarrassment on her as the doors closed, obviously embarrassed by her lapse in decorum having needled into the business of one of the building's occupants.

"Pfffff! Hah!" Rhia began laughing as the elevator started its way up, her coolly composed face breaking into an impish grin. "Oh my gosh! Did you see the look on her face?"

"Ah, yeah. I hope it's no trouble. I mean, I hope its okay I came in with you." Jeez, he sounded like such a simpleton sometimes. "She looked...surprised."

"Of course it is!" She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, drawing him in and pulling his face into the top of her cleavage. "She's just a security guard, not the Matron of a dormitory. Don't worry about her. I think she was just caught off guard, seeing as I've never really brought anyone home since moving here."

He found that hard to believe. With the way she looked, living in a place like this, he could easily imagine throngs of men and women that would wait just for the chance to be with her. Maybe she just ended up back at her hook-up's homes instead of her own...

'Dammit, Gideon!' He silently berated himself again.

What was the point of thinking things like that? What did it matter, even if she'd had a thousand partners before him, and another thousand after? Tonight, she was with him and he was with her. Even if his worst fears were realised after tonight, and this was the only time he could be with her, shouldn't he just...enjoy himself?
He sighed heavily into her bosom, encircling her arms around her waist and deciding to live in the now. With a glance he looked out the glass elevator wall, trying see how far up they'd come up from the other buildings. His breath caught in his throat.

There were no other buildings.

His eyes widened to saucers as he looked down on the glowing cityscape beneath them, his stomach deciding now was the right time to do a series of backflips. He'd never thought he had a fear of heights, but then again he'd never really been this high up with only a single piece of glass standing between him and a long, long drop. His legs started trembling as his knees went weak. If not for Rhia's embrace he might have collapsed to the floor right then and there.

"Are you okay?" Her voice sounded worried as she felt him shivering in her arms.

"Mmmm, yeah. Wow...we're...really high up." His voice cracked from the apprehension he felt. He could feel his hands and feet growing cold and clammy.

"Yeah, it's not much farther- Uh, no!" Her voice went from blasé to worry as she looked down at him. "Giddy, are you scared of heights?"

"Uhhmm...I didn't think I was? But now, I'm not so sure." His arms tightened around her.

"Aww, don't worry little elf," She purred mischievously as she pulled him so hard into her body he began having a little trouble breathing. "Rhiannon won't let anything happen to you."

He believed her. Her strong arms around him made him feel so safe, despite having seen how high they were. He felt the anxiety draining away, the cold fear which had frozen his hands and feet quickly thawing as he grew warm in the comforting cuddle.

*DING*

The elevator doors opened quietly as the two stared into each other's eyes before she loosened her embrace and guided him out. The elevator opened up into the middle of a long, austere hallway, with each termination ending in a large black door. She led him to the right of the corridor, her boots echoing loudly as their hard soles clacked against the swirled white and black polished marble, until before he knew it they were stopped in front of it.

After quickly swiping her finger against a third bio-metric pad, a series of heavy metallic *clanks* came from the door before it silently swung open of its own accord, and he was ushered inside by the burly arm around his shoulders, until he felt it slip from him as he stepped in the door softly closed behind, leaving him in total darkness.

The interior of the apartment lit up as he entered, revealing the spacious interior of the entryway and a long, wide hallway that seemed to lead into a large main room. He followed the bright light to the end of the corridor, going past several doors on either side before reaching the end.

The entryway hall opened into the large lounge room, revealing an oval shaped main living room, sumptuously furnished, that even by itself was 4 or 5 times the size of his entire apartment. Its vaulted ceiling reached up two levels, and he could see a silver railed walkway above him in the reflection of the large curved 2-storeyed window made of a single seamless piece of reinforced glass that looked out onto the city below. Even from 30 or 40 feet back he felt a little bit of vertigo grip him, realising again just how far up the were.

Looking up as he moved in a little more he saw the silver banistered walkway curved around fully half the circumference second level. He could see more doors and hallways up there. Gods, just how big was this place? He must have been gawking like a slack jawed simpleton, because he heard a tittering come from behind him. He jerked around, and growing flushed, embarrassed she'd seen his silly gawping.

"That was pretty much my reaction the first time I saw this place, too." She said with warmth as she slipped around behind him and wrapped him in her arms again, shuffling them both into the main space of the living room.

"Wha-?...This place...you live here?" Bewilderment still in his voice as he gazed around.

"Yeah...it's not mine, though. It belongs to my company. One of the perks of my job."

"What do you even do? You never really told me at lunch." He said, remembering how she'd glossed over it when he'd asked.

"Ever hear of 'Jameson&Hersh'?"

"Nnnooooo...? Should I have?"

"Not unless you own a multinational that needs the best marketing in the business."

"Are you like, the CEO?"

"Hah hah, no. If I was I might be able to buy the whole tower! I'm just a lowly Junior VP in charge of acquisitions." In retrospect he would realize she sounded more than a little uncomfortable saying her title, but unfortunately in his confused excitement he completely missed the cue.

"'Just' a Junior VP? Rhiannon the Bloody, a corporate executive who lives in an ivory tower. Like literally!"

"No, its-" Her tone was becoming a little more strained now.

"You could buy and sell someone like me."

"I wouldn't-" She sounded exasperated now, and annoyed at having been interrupted again.

"You could buy all the guys and girls you could ever want! Just one look at you and this place and they'd be dropping to their knees-"

"Is that what you think!?" It was her turn to interrupt him as her sudden shout almost seemed to shake the air, her hands shaking as they gripped at his clothes. "Is that...really who you think I am?" Shocked out of his lightheaded stupefaction he easily caught it now, the hurt in her voice.

Gods, what had he done? Why couldn't he stop goading her like that?

What a joke...he knew why. His insecurity was almost like a self-fulfilling prophecy at this point. Here was someone who had taken him in, and he was trying to push her away...to convince her she was making a mistake by just associating with him.

"Rhia I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"It's...just a goddamn job." She suddenly sounded very tired, the annoyance draining from as her arms went slack and slowly slipped from him.

He felt awful as she stepped past him and walked over to the edge of the titanic window with her arms crossed over her chest, looking out onto the glowing miniature city below and leaving him alone there on the edge of the room. He'd done it again, they'd been having a good time again, and he'd come this close to blowing the chance of a lifetime with the woman of his dreams because of his damned self-esteem issues. He needed to fix this.

Pushing through another dizzying spell of vertigo he made his way over to her, and stopped to her side. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but he couldn't invade her space while she looked so vulnerable. So he just looked up at her in silence, and waited for her to talk in her own time, chewing on his bottom lip nervously.

After some time, and still avoiding his eyes, she finally cleared her throat.

"My father...she's on the company's board. That's how I got my start there...But I worked long and hard to get where I am! In fact, I had to work twice as hard as anyone just to try and prove I wasn't getting 'special treatment'. I worked my ass off!" He stared, wide eyed, as she bared this hidden part of herself, still feeling like garbage to have put her in this mood.

"I worked 70...80 hour weeks. Sometime weeks I never even went home, I just slept at the office. Worked and slept, worked and slept, like a machine. But it was killing me..." His eyes misted as his heart ached for her. "I felt dead and hollow, even when it all finally paid off. Even when I was promoted and given this place, this 'ivory tower', I didn't feel anything." He cringed as she threw his words back at him, but knew he deserved it for being so unwittingly callous.

"I drank because I thought it would help me relax, and yes, I slept around with men and women because I wanted to feel something. I wanted a connection with someone...anyone. They saw this place, though, and that's all they cared about. They saw me, and they-..." She broke off again, her voice catching as she held something back again.

"I was at my wits end, honestly. I don't know how much longer I would have gone before burning out, but then...I found the game." Some life came back to her voice and he saw the barest hint of a smile on her lips. "Just by chance, really. I was drinking one night, and I remembered playing tabletop Dungeoneering as a kid with my older sister and her friends, and I thought 'fuck it'. I ordered the online game and a VR console set that night. 2 hours later a drone delivered it, I signed in...and I've never looked back." He stayed silent as she continued, hopeful that his inaction might have a better effect than any of his past disastrous actions.

"I started to want to come home. I met people who liked me for what they saw through the virtue of my actions and values, rather than how much use I was to them or how hard I worked for them. And then, I met you..." She finally looked at him, the sadness and exhaustion gone from her face, replaced with a warm, contented smile.

"You most of all, Giddy." The warmth with which she spoke his name sent a thrill through him, as she reached out and cupped his cheek in one of her large, rough hands. "You didn't know anything about me, and I didn't know anything about you. You joined the guild and in your first dungeon, when I thought you'd end up going down to a slime or some other level 1 mob, you actually ended up saving me from the boss."

"C'mon...I mean, I would've been KO-ed if you hadn't saved my butt a bunch of times...you were amazing Rhia..." He finally broke his silence, smiling bashfully from her compliment, and touch, at the recollection of their first quest together.

"I thought you were amazing, too..." Her smile and voice faltered at the last, and she had to clear her throat before continuing. "And you never stopped amazing me. You inspired me, Giddy. I know it might sound weird, but I admire you. You're so determined, and strong, and good... Does all this...really bother you?" She asked sombrely as she removed her hand from his cheek and gestured to the large room.

"Does it change who I am? Does it mean I'm not the person you spent time with? That you laughed with, and fought with, and...saved out there on the battlefield?...Do...do you not like me anymore?" She interlaced her fingers, wringing them anxiously as she watched him, waiting.

"Of course I like you!" She didn't need to wait long as he practically shouted his response immediately upon her finishing. "Rhiannon, I'm sorry...I guess I was just in, I don't know...shock? But this place, I know you've probably heard this before, but it doesn't matter to me. You're all that matters to me, and I know you're still the same person, regardless of whether you live here, or a one bedroom downtown shithole, like me." She smiled a little, her spirit buoyed by his words.

"Knowing how you got it, though, the work you put in...if anything I think I admire you more than ever. I'm just so happy that...that I could be useful to you somehow, you know?" His nose stung again as his eyes misted. "That even if I couldn't do much, that I was there for you, and helped make your life a little brighter just like...how you made my life brighter. You make my life worth living, Rhia..." He looked into her dark orbs and saw she was tearing up, too.

"You're...you're the only reason I can get up some days. I get depressed, and I want to just...I'm not in a good place. But then I think about you, and I start to look forward to seeing you again in the game, and I start thinking about what you'd do, that you wouldn't give up. You'd always do your best, and-" He stopped as she stepped over and embraced him again, holding him as his arms slipped around her and gripped her just as tightly.

They stayed like that for a time, simply enjoying the warmth of the other. There had been a catharsis to the tumult of emotion there, they'd found out a lot about each other tonight and bared some scars deep scars. But it seemed to have been worth it, as he'd never felt so close to someone like this.

"I'm sorry I ruined the mood." His apology was muffled a little by his face in her chest, but audible.

"It's okay...I guess I was more on edge than I thought. I didn't expect get so defensive, its just that...I don't want you to think of me differently. I just want to keep being Rhia and Giddy." She cupped the side of his face in her large hand and turned it up to her.

"So, if this is the living room...how big is your bedroom?" His unexpectedly daring question shocked them both.

Her by its boldness, and him by its impudence. He was about to apologise again when he saw a blush creep up her neck and cheeks again, as she bit her bottom lip.

"I'd be happy to show you..." She let him go and took his hand, leading him away from the massive window and over to a set of stairs that led up to the second level of the apartment.

They walked to the middle of the railed walkway before she turned down another corridor and led him to a room at the far end of a long, curved hallway, stopping only momentarily to point out a door to the left and telling him that was her gaming room. A part of him wanted to peek in and check out her setup, but the look in her eyes and her insistent pull on his arm, told him he'd have to wait till later.

Lights came on automatically as they entered the bedroom at the end of the hall. Once again, the space was huge by his standards. The room was spartan in décor besides a large padded high backed chair sitting in a corner by the door and an almost overly large bed sat against one wall, while a white glossy dresser sat opposite it, its top adorned with two silver photo frames, and a large frameless mirror hanging on the wall behind it. The far end of the room, opposite the door, was dominated by yet another huge single paned window, practically replacing the outer wall and allowing an additional dizzying view of the city below, as two closed doors led out of the room on either side of the dresser.

"This is it." Rhia said, gesturing to the great space.

"Cozy." He replied with light sarcasm, and a playful smirk.

"Hah, yeah, really homey..." She agreed as she turned back around to him, a cheeky smirk on her own purple painted lips. "Now that you're here, that is."

She gingerly lifted the cap off his head and tossed it to the chair in the corner, tousling his hair for a moment before lifting the bag from his shoulders and letting it join the hat. He matched her, running his hands up to her shoulders and sliding them into her jacket before slipping her leather jacket from her shoulders and letting it hit the floor in a heavy *thwump*. The two stared at each other only a moment more before they stepping into each other and their lips met for the third time that night. Once again her tongue made its way into his mouth, this time invited as his lips parted in anticipation of the long muscle, and danced around with his as their hands explored each other. He'd wanted to touch her all over since that afternoon, to feel her strong muscles and caress her soft skin, and now in this private sanctuary he could finally fulfil his desire.

His hands rubbed up and down her stomach, feeling the ripples of her tense abdominals as they undulated with her heavy breaths. After admiring her taut stomach he moved up to her chest and caressed the underside of her breasts, eliciting a moan from her that reverberated in his mouth. They felt firm yet soft in his grasp as he gently kneaded the large mounds of flesh, each heaving orb more than a handful for him. She moaned again as his palms grazed over her the hardened nubs of her nipples, pressing herself into him harder, as he rubbed soft circles around them.

Her own hands were in the midst of their own fervent explorations. One hand stroked over his chest and slowly unbuttoned his shirt before slipping underneath to caress his warm bare skin, as the other wound its way to his back, pulling him into her body as it glided up and down before slipping below his waist and gripping one of his buttocks hard in her large hand. It was his turn to moan as she groped him, his throaty, subdued whimper accompanied by a shiver than ran up his spine and threatened to collapse him as he felt his knees going weak.

Their mutual touches continued for a time, both languidly traveling the surface of the other's forms, until the thin layers of fabric that separated them became too great of a hindrance. Rhiannon was the first to break, the hand tenderly massaging his ass slinking back up to his chest to aid in undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt. She made quick work of it, the buttons coming undone in short order despite their blind fumbling. With the last one undone she brought both hands to his soft chest and slid them up to his shoulders and down over his arms until his shirt slipped from him entirely with gravity's aid, and crumpling at his feet.

Taking her cue, he brought his own hands down to the bottom hem of her thin white shirt and slipped his fingers underneath to her hot, smooth skin. She relaxed her arms and allowed him access as he slid the cloth up her torso, first revealing her tight muscled stomach and the defined bumps of her 8-pack abs, before it rose over the dunes of her breasts, finally revealing the pale, milky orbs that he'd spied when they'd first met. Their flesh was as fair and pale as the rest of her, deepening in colour at the edge of her dark pink areolas and the diamond hard, half inch thick nipples that sat perfectly at their softly bumpy centres.

He couldn't help himself, at the sight of such bountiful beauty he buried his face into one of her tits and latched his mouth around her nipple, licking all around her areola as he suckled gently on the hard nib.

"Ahhh, Giddy!" She squealed at the sudden assault, a noise so unexpected from such a powerful futa, before it transformed into a sultry purr.

"Mmmmm, yes baby..." She growled her appreciation as she took up her shirt in her hands and removed it the rest of the way, pulling over her head and bulky shoulders before tossing it to the floor beside his.

She embraced his head as he fed from her, holding him gently but firmly as he continued his work and switched from one breast to the other, leaving warm trails of kisses in the valley between her twin peaks. Her fingers snaked through his thick, dark hair as she enjoyed the sight and sensations coming from below her, but another, hungrier sensation in her pants was beginning to make itself palpable and after a couple minutes passed, was no longer able to be ignored.

Gently, she pulled his head from her chest and lifted him up until their faces were level. Almost on instinct, he wrapped his legs around her trim waist and looped his arms around the back of her neck, as she braced him with her hands on his ass and waled them both across the floor of the room and over to her large bed. Once at its edge, she bent at her waist, lowering them down until he felt the cool silky sheets on his bare back and his body sink into the soft layers of blanket and mattress as her weight pressed into him from above deliciously.

The two made out for a little longer before she lifted off, removing his arms and legs from her waist and neck, and moving her hands to his crotch. He lay there on his back obediently as she briefly rubbed the hard outline of his prick through the cloth, before undoing his belt and unzipping him. Hooking her fingers into the waist of the pants she slowly pulled them off, over his hips, down thighs, past his calves, and off his feet.

Nearly fully disrobed before her, he couldn't help but try to hide himself. His arms went to cover his crotch and chest as he curled in on himself.

"Don't!" Her sudden, calm command stopped him in his tracks as he tried to hide. "Don't hide. I want to see you."

He hesitated for a moment, conflict playing out on his face as much as in his mind, before shutting his eyes tightly and sucking his lips into his mouth as he slowly uncurled and forced his arms to his sides. Fighting back tears, he splayed himself out on the bed in nothing but his pale blue boyshort undies, and socks, as her dark, raven eyes roamed over every inch of him. He'd rarely felt so vulnerable and afraid.
Gods, it felt like his whole body was on fire! Every square inch of his naked skin must have been flushed red by now.

He'd only been in a situation like this once before, having previously been sold the 'it's what's on the inside that matters' line. After seeing his pudgy lumpy body, that futa had almost immediately thrown his clothes back in his face and told him to leave, once she'd gotten in a few good laughs, of course. That incident had shattered what little self-esteem he'd had left by then, and had been the last time he'd dared to bare himself like he was now, for the better part of 5 years.

That was why he couldn't look at her now. He couldn't bear to see the visage of disgust he expected to be plastered on her face the second she was able to get a real look at him.

He waited for the inevitable.

A laugh. A groan of disgust. A cutting remark, blunt insult, or simple command to leave. He fully expected to have his clothes to be thrown back at him any second now, as her lips curled back in revulsion. He waited as the heaviness of his anxiety began to weigh so heavily down on him he thought his chest would be crushed under its terrible strain.

He heard nothing, though, only silence in the dimly lit room. Somehow, that was almost worse! He didn't know what she was thinking. Was she so shocked she couldn't even speak? Or did his naked body repulse her so much that she was silent from stifling her laughter?

After well over a minute of silence his little heart couldn't take it anymore. Furrowing his brow, he forced his waterlogged eyes open and looked through the faint light to the figure above him.

Rhiannon was still looking down at him, her eyes wide as they darted across his supine form, and her hands up covering her mouth, balled into fists. Oh, gods! She WAS trying to stifle her laughter! Humiliation and shame froze his heart, as if a dull knife had just jammed its way into his chest. He tore his terrified stare from her as he started desperately looking around the room for a way out.

He should leave! He should just grab his things and leave! Oh no, did he remember how to get out? He'd have to risk it. He could get dressed in the elevator, and- wait, would he be able to take it down without biometric access? Maybe there was an emergency stairwell! But where was it? He hadn't seen-

"You're so beautiful, Giddy..." His brain froze as she finally broke the excruciating silence that had haunted him with her almost reverent tone.

That...had not been the response he'd been expecting. Looking back to her he saw one hand now cupped her cheek as the other twirled a stray lock of hair between a couple long fingers. She wasn't laughing, but she was smiling as she bit her plump bottom lip, looking down at him...hungrily.

It took him a second to comprehend the look on her face, but once he did, he recognised it as the look he'd only seen reserved for other, prettier boys around him. He didn't know why, but his heart seemed to ache all the more from it.

"Wha-...what are you talking about?" His voice shook, more petulant than he intended it to be as he looked to the side again, unable to meet her heated gaze head on. "You don't...you don't need to lie to make me feel better...I know I'm not...I'm not..."

He hesitated for another moment, gathering his courage before finishing his anguished plea.

"You don't need to lie to me...I just...want to be with you at least once...even if I'm like this...please..." His voice trembled almost violently as he finished, desperate for just one night of love in his barren, lonely existence.

A jingling and zip was heard, followed by a soft shuffling. Daring to glance back, he saw Rhia bent over, waves of her raven hair cascading over her toned, muscled shoulders and swaying a she shucked off her ripped black jeans and stepped out of them. His eyes whipped to the door as a fleshy smack met his ears and she stood back up to her full height, quivering on her bed like a gnome on a sacrificial alter before the stunning barbarian.

"Gideon, look at me..." Her voice was soft, but firm, and like a moth to an overwhelming flame, his teary gaze was inevitably brought back to her now buck naked form.

Her rigid futahood pointed out towards him, its length bobbing with her heartbeat as a thin string of precum oozed from its bulbous tip down to the patch of sheet between his legs. A set of equally impressive balls the size of his fist, smooth and heavy looking, swung lazily from just below its root.

"Even if you don't believe what I say," She said, looking down to the foot long member that swayed between them. "This thing doesn't know how to lie." As if on cue, the soda-can thick cock jumped and pulsed as a fat glob of pre exuded from its slit, joining the growing puddle on the comforter's surface.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched it, the anaconda entrancing him like a snake charm in reverse.

"You know...you're not the only one with body issues, Giddy..." His eyes were able to break away from the swaying trouser snake at her words and he looked up. She suddenly seemed self-conscious as she stood there, her gaze drifting down to herself. "I don't know how many other futa you've seen, but I'm...I'm not...as big as they are..."

He blinked for a second, before looking back down at her python.

He watched porn, just like anybody, but he'd never really taken those cocks as a serious reference for how most futa were built. 18 inches and over seemed needlessly excessive, anyway. But he had seen one or two futa up close and personal in his youth. As a guy in the empire it was next to impossible not to, considering the 'training' that was compulsory for high school seniors once they turned 18.

Both his teacher and his 'training partner' had been about average for a futa he supposed, between 13 and 14 inches long, which they'd leaned was the standard. He hadn't even really noticed up until now, but Rhia was a few inches shy of that. Any guy would have been unbelievably lucky to be packing a foot long cock, but for a futa it would have been considered small.

"Like I told you...I used to sleep around a bit. One look at this, though, and a lot of them lost interest. The ones that stayed only wanted what I could offer them with my status. No one ever really wanted me, for me...until I met you..." Her sombre words cut through his jaded, prickly exterior, straight to his heart.

He really was such a fool.

All this time he'd been so preoccupied and selfish with his own past wounds, that he'd never even considered someone like her could understand how he felt. He wanted to say something to her, to apologise again for his self-centeredness, and reassure her that she was more than enough for him dick size and status be damned, but was stopped as she let out a quick sigh and locked her dark purple eyes with his.

"I told you before...I can't pretend to know what you've gone through, or who's treated you so badly for you to be so down on yourself like that, but I think whatever it was has made you woefully unable to believe that you're actually a really great guy....and that someone like me would be lucky to have you..." Her words and gaze pierced his soul, striking at the thorned chains which had entrapped his heart.

"Barbarians like me aren't very good with our words anyway, though." Her tone picked up heat again as she came forward, bringing one knee up on the mattress, followed by the other until she was straddling his waist. "So instead, let me prove how I feel about you, little elf."

Her face lowered to his as she spoke, culminating in a kiss as she finished, and engulfing his mouth with hers as her brawny forearms planted either side of his head. Opening automatically, his lips allowed her probing tongue unrestricted access to his hot little mouth, his own muscle eagerly joining hers as they danced and coiled around each other, sampling the intimate flavours of each other for the second time. Her unique taste was just as intoxicating as it had been the first time, and he could easily see himself becoming addicted to it.

A heated sigh escaped him as she overwhelmed him with her unexpected passion, vibrating their twining tongues and eliciting a mirrored moan from the large futa. She eased herself down, tenderly dropping some of her weight onto him, and he felt the scalding sensation of her cock's hard length pressing into his torso. It felt so massive as it pulsed against him, wetting his skin with her never-ending trickle of precum, he felt a sudden wave of incredulity that anyone could think something so magnificent wasn't worth their time.

The two of them had experienced their own share of discrimination and issues, in their own ways, and had somehow found each other. They both needed this. They needed to feel the loving touch of another, and forget the pain.

He lost himself to passion, arching his back to grind her member between their bodies as his thin arms came up and wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her more deeply into their kiss. The sweltering heat of her sex radiated into him as her balls crushed gently against his own diminutive set. The friction and warmth quickly inflating his dick through the thin fabric of his undies as the scent of her excitement quickly filled the room.

Her dominating presence against him was also bringing another part of him to life, though. Even though he was a virgin, he could already feel his core growing warm, pulsing with a mounting need that it be filled. He felt his untouched boy hole begin twitching in longing for her presence, and a small sensation of moistness begin growing at his backdoor as his inexperienced asshole begin leaking.

Despite his years of solitude, his daily regimen still included a steady diet of pre-packaged futanari semen supplements along with some normal food. So although his rear may not have been as prepared a boy who was dosed with fresh futa cum on the regular, it was still relatively well prepared for the day he might finally lose his V-card. Hopefully, that day was going to be today.

Their heated make out went on, and on, each of them contented to simply express their mutual passions through their wrestling lips and grinding bodies for a time. But after several minutes, their thirst for something deeper became too much to bear. Rhiannon brought one of her arms under his arching back and lifted him slightly, before shuffling the two of them forward on her knees, towards the centre of the massive bed.

Once there she spun them, keeping a hold on him firmly until their positions were reversed and she was lying flat on her broad back with his legs now astride her powerful figure, all without breaking their kiss. Gideon swooned at the feeling of her so effortlessly manipulating him. In his wildest fantasies he'd allowed himself to dream of a lover like Rhia. So strong, and wonderful, and lovely. The reality was almost too much to handle.

He needed more of her.

With no small amount of effort, he pulled his arms out from under her neck and with one last long, luscious smooch and flick of his tongue, extricated his lips from hers. A needy mewl breathily escaped from her at the loss of him, but was quickly replaced by happy little moans as his mouth found the skin of her neck and chest. A trail of sweet, wet kisses marked path of his mouth as he manoeuvred around her organ and moved down her majestic body, from her clavicle, over her breasts, to her sternum and down her toned rippling stomach, until he stopped just above the root of her cock, at her smooth, warm pubis.

"Nnnngg...Nnnahhh! Oh, Giddy..." She breathlessly panted down to him. "Please Giddy, I want you so badly..." Her greedy plea thrilled him as his hand slowly wrapped around the base of her cock.

The thick, study rod felt even more massive as he held it, his fingers not even coming close to wrapping around its girth, as precum ran down its vessel riddled length in crystal clear rivulets. He lowered his face and pressed his face into the velvet soft skin of her sack, nuzzling his nose into the space where her root met her balls. Her powerful musk was strongest here, its scent making his head swim as her pheromones seeped into his brain, and making him groan in hunger for her thick slab of meat.

Extending his tongue to its limit he pressed it against her hot flesh and slowly drew it up along her many ribbed inches of girlcock, collecting a treasure trove of liquid excitement along the way, before meeting the smoothly bloated head, and locking his lips around the source of the musky fluid.

The taste of her was intoxicating.

Her salty sweet nectar coated his tongue as he swirled it around the smoothly puffed flesh of the purple cock head now feeding directly into his suckling maw. Rhia rolled her hips languidly at his oral ministrations, hands clenching fistfuls of bed sheets as her eyes closed in dreamy ecstasy, moaning feverishly as he attended her throbbing member. His maw was quickly filled to capacity as viscous globs spewed forth in increasing volume in response to his reverent adoration, and he eagerly swallowed the heady brew.

A warm tingling warmed his throat as the syrup thick mouthful slid down and dropped into his belly, quickly spreading through him and feeding the yearning need for her love in his core. Her body's sticky appreciation only fuelled his efforts as his hand near the base of her cock began pumping slowly, as his other hand slid under her balls and gently squeezed the milk laden orbs. With his hands jerking and kneading her sex, he began bobbing his head up and down on her bell-end, coaxing more moans and spurts of gooey precum from her.

"Oaahh!...Fuhhh....Fuck yes!...That feels...amazing!...Haaaahh!" Rhia's yelps echoed through her bedroom at the increased stimulation.

Her moans of appreciation filled his chest with a warm buzz of pride comparable to the tingling that filled him as he continued drinking her delicious pre from the tap. Although he'd never had a partner beyond his training partner and teacher in high school, he'd nevertheless kept up his practice with his 14 inch dildo at home, and he felt beyond gratified that his near daily exercise regime was paying dividends. Emboldened by his success, he dared to go further.

With his hands still busy he reared himself up over her, as he stilled his tongue and relaxed his jaw, before he began lowering himself down on her thick shaft, sinking the leaking head deeper and deeper into him until it was knocking on the entrance of his throat. As the meaty tip nudged at his oesophagus, he felt tears well in his eyes as he gagged and coughed softly, before he was forced to back off slightly. Despite the uncomfortable sensation though, his gorge had refused to rise, reminding him of his lessons in high school about the vomit-suppression effects of futa seminal fluid, something he hadn't experienced first-hand since turning 18.

Steeling himself, and taking a deep breath, he relaxed his throat and dove back down onto her. Her fat helmet hit the back of his mouth again, provoking another gag from him, but he pushed through the discomfort, bearing down harder until he felt her thick organ breach his passage and sank deep into him.

"Holy shit!" His waterlogged eyes snapped up at her exclamation as she looked down in surprise. "G-ughhh!...Giddy! Hwaahh...fuck! Your throat! Oh, Goddess...You feel so good!"

Breathing shallowly through his nose he pressed on, looking back down the barrel of her crotch cannon and seeing he wasn't even yet half way down the foot long shaft. He wasn't done by any means, though. His finish line was the root of that monumental shecock.

Inch after inch of her sank into his tight, wet passage. The ridge of every vein was felt on his throat and tongue as he forced her deeper, his teeth grating along its surface as his jaw was unable to stretch any further. A male would have likely been writhing in pain at the sharp incisors scraping along the sensitive skin of their sex, a futa's specialised sexual physiology however meant that their cocks were much more durable than a male's. To her, his teeth were nothing more than another pleasurable stimulation.

Another of her sex's quirks soon became apparent as her rigid member began to bend, curving down to follow the path of his gullet as he deep-throated her. Built to fuck and breed despite any obstacle, a futa's dick would bend and twist to embed itself in their mate, be it in their mouth, cunt, or ass, making them near unstoppable sexual predators.

Two thirds of the way down, his air was finally cut off as her soda can thick cock packed his passage to capacity, distending his neck as he continued forcing it down. His head was beginning to swim as he felt the tip of his nose press into the smooth, firm pubis. With a final push, his soft lips met her body as his lips stretched around her girth.

Tears ran down his cheeks as a shiver ran down his spine as he relished the feeling of having her fully embedded in his oral passage. He looked up the muscled torso and past the heaving breasts of the futa he adored, and saw her looking down at him through wide eyes, unbelieving that such a small inexperienced guy had taken her to the hilt on the first try.

Knowing his air was limited, he got to work on her. He hummed as he kept her at the base, vibrating her cock, as he swallowed. The action, futile though it was, served to undulate his throat, milking her length from base to tip and dumping more of her precum deep into his body. he continued gently stroking and massaging her apple sized testes with one hand, while the hand that had been gripping her base, now freed, moved under her sack to the hot, sodden folds of her snatch and began stroking and teasing the feminine aspect of her sex.

Rhiannon arched her back and cried out as her head fell back against the mattress, unable to cope with being attacked so vigorously. She couldn't believe the shy guy who'd bemoaned his own inadequacy and inexperience mere minutes ago was working her over to the point of ecstasy. It wasn't that his motions were practiced or precise, quite the opposite in fact. But the eagerness with which he worshiped her more than made up for it.

It was the thing she had been craving and missing all these years. An emotional connection with a lover that surpassed the bounds of skill, and brought a basic carnal act into the realm of erotic sensuality. He was making sweet love to her, and she was quite certain she'd never be able to go back to her past proclivities of one night stands or drunken flings.

The sounds of his *glacks* danced through her ears and off the walls of her bare room as he began bobbing his head on her, rising only a few inches off her pole before crashing back down and crushing his lips against her pelvis. For more than a minute he took her, his tears mixing with the sloppy blend of his spit and her precum, until a messy mix of fluids coated her crotch and ran over her balls, dripping over her pussy and seeping into the bed sheets.

After a few more rapid thrusts, he held himself down for a few seconds until his bodies need for fresh air got the better of him and forced him off, her cock receding from his throat with a wet *schlorp* as he rose, before popping free of him. The hush of air on his abused tissue as his lungs drew in oxygen forced a hacking cough from him, as thick swaying strings of saliva connected his lips to her spit slickened donkey dick. Bringing his hand up from her juicy folds, he gripped the base of her meaty rod again, and rested the moist surface on his face as he sunk down against her muscled leg and caught his breath.

He was becoming cock drunk. He knew the feeling, or at least, he'd read about it. The cocktail of her pheromones and precum were uncoiling his mind and dissolving any lingering doubts or inhibitions he may have had, replacing them with a near overpowering need to be fucked. His core pulsed again at the thought, his boy-hole twitching and winking as it leaked its own lubricating fluid in anticipation of being dicked down by the powerful she-stud. With a throaty moan his lips met the skin of her sack, sucking needily on one of the milk producing orbs therein as the hand at the hilt of her shaft began pumping away in earnest along its great, vein riddled length and eliciting a matching groan from his prone lover as squishy *schlicks* filled his ears.
Rhia could feel herself getting close, electric tingles running from her balls to her brain as her little lover worked his magic. She wanted to cum, but not with this foreplay.

"Giddy..." Her breathy sigh stirred the boy from his oral devotions as he looked up at the sound of her voice. "Please, Giddy, I want...I want to be inside you..."

Her plea seemed so weak and desperate, even in her own ears. If her father could see her now, begging a male to allow her to fuck him, she'd probably disown her on the spot. All her life she'd been taught nothing but dominance, like every child of the Empire. Futa didn't ask for permission, women were for breeding, men were for fucking, that was the natural order. Her older sister had taken to the Empire's dogma like a fish to water despite her medical condition, and perhaps because of it, becoming a top agent in one of the government's clandestine agencies. But Rhiannon, had always felt somewhat reticent about the whole the idea of picking just any guy to mate steadily, let alone Bind.

Not that she didn't believe futa were the alpha sex of course, that much was plainly evident to her even without the propaganda and religious doctrine the government and Church drilled into its children. No, futa were obviously the top of the food chain...but that didn't mean they had to treat their mates like pieces of meat. To each their own, she supposed. If a futa wanted a brainless fuck puppet to suck and fuck the loads from them, then that was their business, but she saw no reason why she couldn't have something more...substantial in a long term relationship.

"I want..." She continued. "I want to feel you, m-...my little elf..." Her hands reached out to him, long fingers entwining in his soft chestnut brown hair as he stared up at her with those dark, entrancing eyes of his.

He looked up at her for a moment, near tipsy from drinking her precum, before a wide, happy grin spit his face. He'd been longing to hear those words on her lips from the moment they'd met in the square.

With one last firm suck, her heavy nut plopped wetly from his mouth and jiggled back next to its twin as he crawled back up her incredible body. His tongue and lips followed back along their previous trail as he worked his way back up, slowing only slightly to take only last lick of her sex from sack to leaking tip, before inching up past her abs, over her breasts, pausing again to lightly lick and nibble her nipples, and up her neck, until his lips were once again mashed against hers. The two of them enjoyed another long kiss as she embraced him flipped them back around, ending their pash when he was flat on his back under her.

A mewl escaped him as her lips left his, leaving his to stare helplessly up at his barbarian queen as she leant up and spread his legs, lifting then up over her brawny shoulders as her cock lay heavily over the top of his own. Their difference in size now more prevalent than ever as they lay against one another, dwarfing his diminutive sex. Her boy-breaker was nearly 3 times his length, and many times more thick.

"Oh, my..." She hesitated as she looked down, feeling his little pecker as it strained and pulsed against her greater organ.

Stiff as a board, it leaked its own modest strings of precum as it was crushed by the relatively gigantic mass.

Caught up in the glory of worshipping her, he hadn't bothered to pay any mind to himself. After all, why bother with his own little thing when there was something so much better staring him in the face?

"Do you want me to play with you, Giddy?" She bit her lip as she drew the tip of a finger along the underside of his petite shaft, drawing forth a small glop of pre which lazily dripped down onto his belly. "Hmmmm...You look so desperate down there."

He WAS desperate, but playing with his prick was by far the lesser of his hungers right now.

"Gods, Rhia," His voice cracked slightly, the aftermath of his deeptroat making him sound like a pubescent teenager again. "I need you inside of me! Please...please fuck me...Take me...make me yours tonight...please..."

He begged her, frantic for her to finally fill him and quench the red-hot yearning in his core.

She smiled happily at his fervent appeal, giving his little dicklet a few gentle tugs before letting it go to slap against his belly. Taking her fuckstick in hand, she slid herself over his junk, eking a few shallow gasps from him as her spit slicked, ribbed length slid along him, before guiding its tip to the moist, dripping rosebud she'd been fantasising about for months. His browneye winked and trembled as the wide, hot head pressed against it, practically begging to be turned out, but she hesitated one last time before claiming his most precious place, and she hoped, his heart.

"Remember to breathe, Giddy, and relax. I'll be gentle, but you need to tell me if its too much, okay?"

Nodding enthusiastically, he grabbed two handfuls of bed sheet and tensed his arms, while doing his best to ease his lower half. Just as with his throat, he'd been masturbating and training his asshole for the day he might finally have sex, but there was a stark difference in taking a real cock as opposed to a facsimile, as he'd leaned when he's swallowed her. He silently made a prayer of thanks to the Goddess for the gift he was about to receive, knowing that even if it hurt when she entered him, there was no way he was going to let this chance escape.

Biting her bottom lips again, she locked her gaze with his as her hips began rolling forward, nudging her head against his slick pucker and increasing the pressure on his virgin ring. He felt the tip of her bull cock breach his hole almost immediately, but it took another few seconds before his knot gave out as she bore down on him, and the fat bell-end popped into him with a slimy squish.

His eyes were torn from hers as he arched his back off the bed, and his head shot back, gasping at the muddled mix of euphoria and discomfort as her thickness began stretching him. He was right, this was nothing like the silicone dick he'd practiced with at home. She was so much harder, and hotter, as he felt the crest of her glans flare up inside of him. So...real!

Just like that, he'd lost his virginity, and he already wanted more.

Rhia had paused at his visceral reaction to her invasion, worried that he was in pain, but her fear proved to be far from the reality as his head rose back up and his eyes looked with hers again, ecstasy etched on his face.

"More...fill me up more!" His voice was husky and demanding, and was all the invitation she needed.

Her hips began pressing forward again, slowly but steadily driving another couple inches of her femcock into his untamed depths.

"Mmmmmm..ahhhhnn.....hhaahhh-AAHHHH! OH FUCK!!" A bolt of electric bliss had suddenly erupted from his core as she pressed in, making him shout out in pleasure amidst the pinching pain he felt from being stretched out.

His intense reaction making her pause again for fear he was pained, before seeing that delirious grin still plastered to his face and putting two and two together.

"Oh dear, little elf. Did we just find your bitch button?" Already knowing the answer, she pulled out slightly and bucked her hips forward again, driving another couple inches into him.

Gideon's training had gotten him somewhat acquainted with his prostate, but never to such an intensity as this. Reflexively, his sphincter clenched around her girthy shaft as she drove in again, practically crushing the sensitive gland as it stretched his rectum. He tried to control his breathing and fought to calm himself as another couple inches entered him, and burying half of her member in his guts.

Clear precum oozed thickly from his dick as she continued pressing into him, making a small puddle on his quivering belly as her hips inexorably drove forward. Just as with his mouth, he could feel every pencil thick vein as she entered him, the pulsing vessels distending his hole that much more as she pushed deeper and deeper into him. When nearly her full length in him, he finally felt her head bump into the soft curve of his colon, before twisting slightly and somehow finding its way along the path of least resistance.

She leaned down into him, her breasts pressing into his chest as she pushed his legs back and encroached on him, lifting his lower back off the bed as his knees were brought almost level with his chest. With one final thrust of her hips, she jammed the last couple inches into him, her pelvis squishing into his bottom as her sack thumped heavily against the top of his ass. The two of them paused for a moment, each in their own little worlds as they closed their eyes and relished the feeling of being joined so completely, before opening again and staring at one another.

Gideon looked up at Rhia in utter adoration. It was like a dream come true, not only to finally lose his virginity, but to be with someone so amazing and lovely for his first time. Someone he cared so deeply for.

"Giddy," She whispered as she leaned her head down, nuzzling into his face and neck as she held herself deep within him, her throbbing member fully sheathed in his warm, wet boy-hole. "You feel so good on my cock....How do I feel? Are you okay?"

"You feel...fffucking amazin-Haahhn!" His breathy, whispered response cut short as he felt her flex herself inside him, stretching him further and crushing his P-spot, sending a few extra heavy jolts of bliss through his brain as he felt her mouth latch onto the side of his neck and suck hard. "Fff-ahhh!...Fu-Fuck me, Rhia! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeee!!"

"Mhhmmmmm" She purred, before letting his tender flesh go with a wet *pop*, admiring the little love bite she'd marked him with. "Whatever you want, little elf..."

Bracing her arms to either side of him, she shuffled her knees up slightly to give herself more leverage, then slowly began pulling out of him. Despite its natural lubrication, his taut asshole gripped her as she slid out a few inches, as if fighting to keep her elephant dick inside, before she stopped and gently thrust back into him. When she hilted again she pulled out again, a little further this time, until a little less than half her shaft was buried in his backdoor, then lowered a little faster until her balls slapped his butt.

Keeping his eyes locked on hers, she began picking up a leisurely rhythm, making love to him sweetly and gently, allowing him to enjoy his first time to its fullest. The veins riddling her bulk ground against his insides as she lovingly fucked him, grinding against his prostate with every forward and backward stroke, until he was in a near constant state of bliss from the burning sparks of pleasure that erupted from deep in his core. With each thrust, splurts of precum dribbled from him as her gut stretching girth squeezed his juice out, joining the rest on his stomach in a growing pool that son began overflowing and spilled off around his torso and onto the bed.

What little discomfort he'd felt initially was quickly washed away by her waves of euphoria that rushed forth as she filled him and ceaselessly rubbed against his sensitive gland. His body almost seemed to mould itself to her, his lower half relaxing into her steady thrusts and allowing him to lose himself more deeply in the intimacy of their act. Unclenching his fists from the bed sheets he brought them up to her arms, fingertips trailing along and lingering on her hard, bulging muscles of her biceps and triceps that supported her.

The feel of them was almost similar to her fat dick, steely flesh beneath smooth soft skin with just the slightest hint of give as he squeezed into them. They slowly slid up along to the outside of her shoulders, feeling the bundles of muscle tense and release in time to the thrusts of her hips, before roaming over and down to the outside of the breasts squishing into him and rising up and around to the nape of her neck. His fingers interweaved in her hair and pulled her to him into a passionate kiss.

His head swam as she took him, long minutes passing unnoticed in the midst of their carnal embrace as their tongues danced and entwined, the moist *squish...squish...squish* of her slow steady rutting the only sounds in the room besides their low, throats moans. The steady stream of jots as she gently pummelled his prostate were beginning to gather, coalescing deep inside his core, into chaotic whirlwind that grew hotter with every thrust. The tumult of energy began slowly radiating outward, growing in size as it spread to his sex, and through his legs.

"Uuughhhh!...Fuuhhggg!" The chesty groan erupted from him, reverberating into her mouth and vibrating their tongues as he felt something big coming, something he'd only ever felt once before when playing with his butt. "GguugHH!...So-...something's...c-coming..."

"Shhhh, let it happen, little elf..." She panted down at him as her eyes closed with the rapid approach of her own orgasm. "I'm so close, Giddy...can...can I cum in you? I'm on the pill, but I'll pull out if you wa-"

"No! Don't pull out!" His needy voice cut her off. At that moment he couldn't care less if he was Bound by her, he just couldn't think of anything worse than being unable to feel her finish in him. "F-Fill me up...Uughgh! Do it, R-Rhia!...Gnnuuhh!...Please!"

Her pace increased suddenly, spurred on by his plea, as her balls swung into him as she clapped his cheeks with her powerful thighs. The massive cock turning him out seeming to grow even hotter in his guts as she raced to meet his climax, and it only took another minute of her rapid humping before he felt himself reach the point of no return.

"I'm gonna-...Hurrnnngg!...I'm...I'm cu-!" His cry seized on his throat as the buzzing maelstrom of sexual energy exploded through him.

Every muscle tensed for a moment, arching his back, curling his toes, clenching his asshole, and pulling his balls up as his dick shuddered and began spewing ropes of his seed that slopped out between their pressing bodies. Rhia continued driving into him as he shot his watery jizz, clenching her jaw as his ring tensed around her thrusting pole and driving her even faster towards her oncoming orgasm. Even after his spent cock shot the last of its ejaculate between them, however, the rolling waves of bliss didn't stop.

His muscles relaxed as he was wracked by a series of full body spasms, each one shattering his brain and leaving him dumber than the last as his bitch button released its white hot bundle of energy though every fibre of his being. The rolling spasms undulating him only served to milk the cock still fucking him, and Rhia soon grunted as she reached the crest of her own climax. Latching her mouth over his and releasing an animalistic growl reminiscent of her barbarian avatar, she come down with one hard, final thrust, hilting herself as deeply as possible as her cum-laden balls pulled up against his battered cheeks, finally ready to release their pent up load.

Gideon didn't understand how it was possible, but he felt her monster cock swell even bigger as the first wave of cum erupted into his bowels, painting him in their creamy nutt butter. Her seed was scalding as it flowed into him, that first shot already more than what he could save up in a month, but she didn't stop there. Another pulse crushed his already abused prostate, then another, and another as she continued filling him, the heat of her cream travelling up through his insides as he felt a new pressure begin to grow inside him.

The feeling of her unloading into him also had an extra, unforseen effect on him. As it rekindling his own carnal fire, the combined sensations of his smashed P-spot, the girlcum packing into him, and the knowledge that it was all happening with the futa he'd fallen in love with, sent him into overdrive.

"NNGGHHHHRRGGGHH!!" A guttural cry roared him into Rhia's mouth as a second, even more powerful analgasm shook him to his very core, his vision nothing but white for a few seconds before it returned to the glorious view of the futa still cumming in him.

The pressure in his guts was becoming almost uncomfortable as he finally felt her cock begin easing off, her pulsing shaft going longer between firing, until it finally stopped. She stayed inside him then, even after her balls finally dropped back down and relaxed, their kiss never breaking as the both began to come down from the heights of their mutual ecstasies and post coital exhaustion hit them.

The ride wasn't quite yet over for Gideon, though.

His mind began feeling numb and...fuzzy as he lay there under her. It took him a moment to realize what was happening, it had been so long since he'd experienced it. The Haze. The biological stupor males were put into when pumped full of fresh futa cum.

Every nerve in his body suddenly became hypersensitive as a new, hot flush rushed through him. What little thought he'd managed to reclaim after his second mind breaking prostate orgasm was swiftly blown away, replaced by a single driving need for more of his lover's cock. He wriggled his upturned ass under her, his earlier discomfort and fatigue forgotten as he attempted to restimulate her into breeding him again.

"Mnngg-mwahh!" Rhia broke their kiss as she felt his wrecked boi-hole tense around her root. "Giddy! Giddy, slow down."

"Aahhhnn..." His mind unable to coherently express his desire, he could only moan feverishly as his Haze glazed eyes stared up at her longingly.

"Shhhhh, there's no rush, little elf. We have the whole night." Her arms tensed as she smoothly lifted herself off him. "Just lay with me for a bit."

Her arms slithered under his prone form and lifted him effortlessly, despite the added cum-weight he'd just gained, and brought him up to her. Shuffling on her knees, she brought the both of them up to the head of the bed, before laying him down and carefully swinging one of his legs across to the other side. The motion, delicate though it was, still shifted her cock in his rear, loosening the tight seal her shaft made against his boi-pussy and letting a few warm globs of thick jizz leak down his ass cheek before she lay behind him.

She ran a hand across his distended little belly as she spooned him, relishing the sight and feel of the little man pumped so full of her seed, and she watched as he shivered under her touch. His face turned towards, those beautiful warm eyes of his seeking her out in his hazed miasma, as his lips languidly puckered towards her. With a toothy grin, she leaned down and brought trailed her fingers up from his belly to his cheek, cupping it as she leaned into him and pressed her mouth to his again.

Several sensuous minutes of passed before she broke it, her hand leaving his face and reaching behind her to pull the downy comforter over the both of them. Instinctively feeling that she wouldn't be breeding him again immediately, he resigned himself to snuggle up against her as much as possible under the cover, giving his butt a little wriggle every now and then as if to remind her that he was ready and eager if she should change her mind.

Rhia broke the peaceful silence to give a quiet voice command that swathed the room in darkness, before kissing the top of Gideon's head.

"Sleep now, little elf. Rhiannon's here to protect you, now. Sleep..." Her gentle whispers filled his ear as sleep finally overcame him, feeling safe, secure, and for the first real time in his life, loved.

In his oblivion, he dreamed. His heart full, as fantasies filled with promises of adventure and romance played out in the dreamscape.

Fancies of a nervous little elf, and his beautiful barbarian love.

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**Hey all, thank you for reading!

This first part was a little rushed to finish, as life things came up, but I hope its okay! (I may come in at some point to re-edit here and there, shhhh)
This is part 1 of a planned 3 part story, with part 2 mostly written already, so i'll be trying to finish that as soon as possible for you :)

Just in case anyone's wondering, this storyline takes place about 200-300 years after the futa uprising, so that's why you're seeing new terminology, societal differences, and biological sci-fi elements. The full history of the Futanari Empire is long and intricate, and will take many stories before the full picture is seen ;)

As always, please like and comment if you enjoyed things, and even if you didn't. Again, I know my stories aren't for everyone, but I just like to write what I want to see more of!

-Jamie **