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8 — State of a sexual emergency
🕑 Added 2025-06-02 08:38:38 +0000 UTCThe apple orchard wasn’t that far from the Town of Kibblestadt, if you had used the road, and you carried no, luggage. As if almost affirming that reality to a point, Rennia had been running for at least a couple miles after the frightened Edric. He had to have used some kind of [Speed skill] to get away, and yet, despite trailing behind, she couldn’t let him go. She couldn’t let “them” end like this. She couldn’t let this be the last thing he thought of her.
She didn’t know what compelled her. The gnawing lust, the hunger. But somehow, her stamina remained unfazed, the abdominal pain she experienced earlier, was practically gone as well.
“Edric!” she called out. “Come back!”
No response. He never once turned to face her.
Fiery torches and expensive lampposts glowed in the darkness of the night. The town was just ahead. She saw him blaze through the checkpoint without question or report. The guards on the towers stared in befuddlement. Rennia approached. It didn’t take long for them to take notice of her—or what was wiggling between her legs.
Her chest burned as she ran after him into Kibblestadt, huffing and wheezing for air. Love was all she could think about, Affection for a fucker who didn’t even want to look at her. Who wouldn’t accept her for what she is now.
Omg, Rennia. How could you mess up this badly. This is all Lyanna’s fault, if she didn’t—
“Edric, wait! Let me explain!”
She clearly wasn’t thinking rationally. Everyone would see her now. But she couldn’t relent. She had to get to Edric. Clear things up, explain how this happened.
A guard’s mouth hung open as he pointed to his fellow guardsmen. No words left his mouth, but his pointed finger said it all. She blitzed past the checkpoint, soles flattening the ground, and her toes digging into the dirt road of their shitty town.
“Hey! RENNIA. STOP AT ONCE!!!”
She ignored the call of the enforcer and proceeded inwards. It didn’t take long for alarm bells to start ringing behind her. Feet shuffled and she was pretty sure people were running after her.
Edric had turned at a corner, inwards into the market district. Rennia trailed after him, slowly, as she was losing momentum. The loose-fitted, unconstructed marble road at the inner part of the village had made her stub her toes. She was pretty sure at least one nail was bruised.
She didn’t care. She kept moving.
Edric! Edric! Edric! To call it love was a euphemism. It was a twisted sensation. She wanted him to want her, to love her in all the wrong ways. She couldn’t explain it—it was like she was possessed in two ways.
A small flicker of consciousness occurred in her mental frame. People were staring at her, and not just the guards that were chasing after her, but the people. People who knew her. People who knew her mother. Shame—that’s what she was feeling. Utter and unbridled shame, of what she had just done. Social suicide. She’d never live this down. Her mother was going to kill her.
Rennia stopped. She dropped onto the cold pavement in the town square. An army of guards trailed behind her, shouting.
“Stop!”
“SToooop!”
They came with wooden batons and clubs, pointing at her like she was a crazed, monstrous sex beast hunting the adventurer. She lifted her head and noticed a crowd was forming. At the same time, doors were being slammed shut, and some people were being ushered into their homes. The guards surrounded her. Even the people she considered harmless were afraid of her.
Some of the older folks had shouted, “Succubus!” and “Widow-demon!”
She didn’t deny anything. She just ignored it, but knew the gist of it happened, all because of that damn apple. She was going to pay the price for this. No doubt the clerics will be accusing her of heresy soon enough.
Why didn’t she just choose to do those fucking chores like she was instructed to. Why sneak out to be with her lesbian airhead of a friend, why did she have sex with her??
Oh god, Oh goddess help me?
No gods, were coming to save her. Not now, when she wanted to believe.
It took long for her—for some reason, to realize why they were staring at her exactly. Seeming in her daze, she had lost conscious concepts of promiscuity and embarrassment. The crowd had stared at one thing: the cock between her legs. Girls her age stared with bemusement, the older men with horror. The guards with fear.
She stood up, trying to cover it.
“Do not fucking move for your own safety.”
She froze, not knowing what to do. They were all around her. Eyes pressing into her, judging, making assumptions—it was suffocating.
“Rennia Perillion, I don’t know what the fuck is hanging between your legs, but you’re acting erratic and is currently butt naked. Stand the fuck down!” a woman said, approaching. She was helmetless, unlike her peers, wearing a small beret. It was the headguard.
“Wait, you don’t understand—this is all—”
“Yes, yes, a misunderstanding. Except you’re swaying a cock around bigger than my sword and most of my retinue.”
That comment drew ire from her subordinates. They all grumbled and groaned. And it drew more questions than would be answered.
She didn’t care.
Rennia’s eyes widened, and the tears came again. She fell to her knees and started bawling. Where was her mother when she needed her?
“Mm…”
She wanted to call out, but it was futile. Her mother was on the other side of town, and even then, what was she going to do? They were going to lock her up either for malicious witchcraft or public indecency—or worse, accuse her of being a man.
It didn’t take long for the crowded villagers to start spitting their vitriol.
“WWiiitch!”
“Lock her up!”
“You think it works?”
She shut her ears closed. She didn’t want to hear a damn thing. She looked in the direction Edric had gone. There was nothing there. Just a curious crowd of a growing angry mob emerging from the other street.
She was so dead. Her social life was basically over. She was fucked, she had fucked and had gotten fucked by her own lecherous brain.
Rennia, the female adventurer with a cock—that’s what she’d be known as by now, if they don’t boot her out of the village. A man playing dress-up.
The guard captain snapped her fingers.
“Ahem!” Ysara cleared her throat. Her eyes locked on Rennia’s bulging penis. “Ms. Perillion, by the laws of this kingdom, and by extension, the barony Eiglewood, I place you under arrest for the crime of—uhhh—public indecency and aggressive exhibitionism.”
All those crimes, in the span of a few minutes. They’ll were planning on throwing her in the jail cell weren’t they.
“Stone the cockwhore!” a man had shouted out of the crowd.
Another shouted: “Chop it off.”
Ysara shouted in fury. “No! No! There will be no stoning! No mutilating! No Violence! Rennia has been a helpful member of this community since adulthood. Her mother is a pillar of this very town! Have you no shame people? She is clearly being plagued by some… curse. Into your homes, the lot of you! Shoo, shoo!”
The guards, one by one, started chasing off the crowd. The people dispersed reluctantly. It was the women her age that remained staring, and some weirder older men.
Captain Ysara and one of her subordinates walked up to her, reluctantly tried pulling her up slowly. As if cursed by the fates themselves, she had noticed three familiar faces arrived: a clothed Lyanna, who looked as dead as a mutilated fish; a disgusted Kalon, who couldn’t look her in the face; and the elven girl Saelon, whose gaze was built on curiosity.
Rennia was so fucked. As Ysara escorted her, Rennia couldn’t help but notice the beauty of her face. White as porcelain, blue eyes, and hair redder than a flame tree. It was alluring. There it was again—that strange feeling of wanting to fuck anything in sight. She wanted nothing more than to shove her cock down Ysara’s throat, but…
Her penis rose, and the guardsmen—and woman, stopped in awe. The remaining crowd stared, staggered. The sensations were welling up in her cock. She was building a climax. The muscles in her legs spasms and she dropped down again.
Then—
Violently ejaculated on the ground and into the air, in full view of everyone. Thick spurts of white fluid spilled all over a Guard captain known as Ysara’s face and mouth.
Rennia was so dead.
