Ero-Game: Power and Sword

I leaned against the railing of his backyard terrace and looked out at the  little garden he had cultivated. He came out of the house holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other.
“No, glass for me?” I raised an eyebrow.
“No. You tell me how you guessed my name. Explain everything.” He asked, eyeing me with suspicion. He’s a half-orc hiding in the human  territory, after all. He didn’t resemble the orcs and inherited his father’s human looks, but the monster races and humans aren’t on  friendly terms.
“Okay.” Though no multiple-choice options were showing up, I already knew the answers. “The military woman thwarted the demons in the last war, and you said she hates rats. So Thratt.” It was a terrible hint, and no one would guess it from what he said. His hints were vague and pointless, but I knew the answers thanks to the game. “Secondly, you ordered pig fat on spiced cashews, which is a famous dish in Osh. Thirdly you said your birthday was in August, not March or May. So Nommay.”
“But how did you know it’d be not March or May? Why couldn’t it have been June and July?” He asked.
Of course, I wouldn’t know why. You’re the idiot coming up with these hints. “I guessed.” I shrugged. “But that begs the question, why are you hiding out here?” I wondered if he’d answer if I pushed. Though, I already knew the answer. 50 000+ are too many points. There are only 3  ways a man can live a peaceful life with that many points. One, seek protection under a country. Two, seek protection under a strong  woman. Or three, hide. Well, the first two might be the same.
“Yes, I wonder?” He looked me over and drank the wine. It didn’t look like he was going to answer. “I suppose it doesn’t hurt to be seen every now and then. You saw through everything I said. It’s amazing. It’s  like you can read a person’s soul.” He looked me over carefully. Clearly, he’s under some kind of misunderstanding. I smirked and played it cool. Putting my hands in my pocket, I shrugged. “Then do you know what I’m going to say next?”
“I’m not a mind reader,” I said.
“Strip.”
“Oh,” I looked at my clothes. He was also still clothed, but I shrugged. “Well, if that’s what you want.” I did a little striptease for him. I took off my blazer and dropped it on the floor as sexily as I could. I tried to keep eye contact with him as I unbuttoned my dress shirt, but his eyes wandered all over me. I dropped the shirt on the floor the same  as my blazer. Then I did a little spin and showed him my back. I felt  stupid as I did it, but I pushed that feeling back, hoping to please  him. I did a 1 and a half turn, stopping with my back facing him. Then I removed my sports bra and showed him my naked back.
I used my left foot to take off the right foot’s shoe and vice versa. Then tossed them away.
Then I unbuckled my belt. Bent my back to better accentuate my hips and ass and pulled down my pants. When they were down to my knees, I let  them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. I again bent my back to  accentuate my ass and slid down my underwear, revealing to him my peach. I stepped out of it and threw it to the side too.
I turned around and gave him a full frontal view. I liked the look of hunger in his eyes. “Okay, now your turn,” I said.
“Your socks.” He said. I was still wearing my socks. I unsexily and  quickly pulled them off. As soon as my socks were off, he said, “Get on  your knees.” I raised an eyebrow. I was still the only one naked on the  terrace. I squatted down. He shook his head. “On. Your. Knees.”
I realized I was squatting. “That… Such semantics.” I expressed my annoyance as I went down on my knees. It was easier to squat on this  floor. I wanted to complain but held back. He put down his wine glass and bottle, stepped forward, and unbuckled his belt.
He unbuttoned his pants and pulled everything down. It was fat in the  middle and had a nice shape overall. It was uncut, but that was a given  since most of the boys in this world were uncut. “This is what you want,  right?”
I nodded and was about to grab his cock when he slapped my hand away. “Ouch,” I said and rubbed my hand. I glared up at him.
“Open your mouth.” He said. I opened my mouth. “Stick out your tongue.”
“Aaw.” I stuck out my tongue.
He smacked my wet tongue with his flaccid cock. He rubbed its tip on my lips and smacked my face with it. Like a kitten marking its sent, he  rubbed his cock all over my face, mushed his balls against my nostrils, and let me smell him. “You’re a beautiful woman. It’s been long since I  had a woman,” he said. “You’re going to let me enjoy this if you want my  experience.” He put his cock back in my mouth and said, “Suck.”
I grabbed onto his hips and got to work. I slowly sucked and massaged his cock. Moving my head back and forth. “Mmm…” He groaned. “I missed  this.” I felt him come alive and harden in my mouth. He moved aside strands of my hair that were on my face. I blinked my big and cute eyes at him as I continued to suck him. He had an expression… I wasn’t sure if he was glad or angry I figured out his name.
He grabbed onto my hair and thrust his hips. I tried to accommodate him and carefully matched his rhythm, but he didn’t care for that and  clenched my hair tighter and thrust deeper. I was thinking: he’s going  to screw up my hair when I felt his tip hit the back of my mouth. “Um!” I  had to put my palms on his stomach and push him away. He didn’t care  about me; he pulled at my hair harder and tried to get his cock back in my mouth again. I let him get back in my mouth, but he did the same thing and hit my throat. I had to push him off again. Though I’m a magician and wasn’t physically as strong as him, I could handle myself  fine.
He kept a tight hold of my hair with one hand. Smacked his spit-covered dick on my face with the other hand and grunted, “Take it all the way.”
“No,” I looked at his cock and said, “impossible.”
“Yes, you’ll take it all the way.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
I shook my head with my lips tightly closed. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. Open your mouth.”
“Not all the way. I can’t.” I said and opened my mouth.
He tried the same thing again, and I pushed him off.
“You want experience, don’t you?” He glared at me angrily. I indeed  needed the experience points. I nodded. “Put your hands behind your  back.” Still thinking and indecisive, I stared at him. I didn’t know what to do, I needed the points, but I couldn’t think of a solution. I had no spells that could charm or trick him, only spells to knock out or  kill.
I tried to reason. “But you said if I guessed your name-”
“And now I’m saying: put your hands behind your back.”
“But.”
“You want the points, don’t you? What if I were to shout right now? What would the neighbors think?”
I don’t know what the neighbors would think, but I know I wouldn’t be able to get my points, but, “You’re bluffing.” It’d cause just as many  problems for him as it would for me.
“You want to test me, asshole?”
How am I the asshole? I wanted to ask him, but I didn’t want to test him. So my hands went behind my back.
He pulled his pants up a little, but his flaps were still open. I watched a little confused as he picked up the shirt I’d dropped on the  floor and crouched down behind me. He grabbed my forearms and started  tying them together using my shirt. “This isn’t necessary,” I told him,  “I won’t fight you anymore.” He wouldn’t listen but tightened the knot.  “I’ll let you do what you want.” I sighed. I thought about telling him  how this was useless. But I didn’t want to make him any angrier and ruin the chances of getting his experience points.
He stood up in front of me again. He pulled down his pants again and put his spit-covered dick on my face. “Open.” He said.
“Aaw.” I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out.
“Good girl.” He said. I wanted to shoot back something witty, but I didn’t have a fast enough wit, and his manhood was already in my mouth.
He clenched my hair. I clenched my fists and prepared myself to endure it. He’d tied my arms pretty tight, and he got to feel my throat.
My entire body was trying to get it out. I was coughing and choking, and  my eyes were tearing up like a bitch. Then I made a strange bleating sound I’d never made in my life, and he finally released me. I curved over, coughing and wheezing. I spit on the ground. I thought I’d  vomited, but the spit was clear.
He didn’t even give me a minute. He pulled my head back up by the hair and, pointing his stupid dick at my face, said, “Again, open. Open.”
“Let me- Ah Uh aa.” I didn’t get to finish my sentence. He was inside me again. “Ah aawaa Eaa…” He mushed his pubes on my nose.
I was reminded of when I was little, my older brother would put a pillow over my face and hold it there. And I’d struggle. We stopped playing  together as much when I got my memories from my past life. This felt  worse.
He let go of me, and I curved over again and coughed. I thought I was  going to puke. I made vomiting noises and motions, but nothing came out,  just spit.
“I can’t. I can’t.” I shook my head as saliva drooled out my mouth.
He pulled my head up and said, “You’re doing it.”
“Mmm.” I shook my head.
“Open up.” He said, “Be a good girl. Open. You want it, don’t you.” I  opened my mouth. “Good girl.” He smiled and pushed his cock in my mouth.  He smiled like the fucking devil and fucked my face. I kept coughing and making vomiting noises, but thankfully nothing came out. My eyes became watery, and everything became a blur.
He only fucked my face for a few minutes, but it felt like hours.

Finally, as I lay coughing and spitting on the floor, he decided to stop abusing me.
“Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.” He said, walking into the house. “I don’t want the neighbors seeing me naked.”
“But it’s fine seeing me naked?” I hissed. And got back up on my knees. My arms were still tied behind my back.
“You’re a woman. What does it matter.” Annoyed, I got back on my feet and followed him inside.
“You didn’t seem to care about taking out your penis,” I said. “And when are you going to untie me?”
He ignored me. “Yeah, I got lost in the moment.” He chuckled. He walked  up the stairs, and I followed behind him. “I forgot how much I missed  blowjobs.”
“You didn’t cum, though.”
“Ah, don’t blame yourself. I was always good at controlling myself.”
We talked as we walked down the upstairs corridor. “But you’ll come?” I was worried he might go back on his promise.
“Yeah, don’t worry. I’m already exposed, so I’m going to enjoy it.” We entered his bedroom.
He turned around, drew me closer, and kissed me. I sucked on his tongue,  and we enjoyed each other’s lips. He grabbed my ass with one hand and  rubbed my pussy with the other hand. He felt up my leaky pussy and put  his fingers in to explore.
Then he picked me up. “Oh.” And tossed me on the bed. “Wa o.” I landed awkwardly on my arms which were still tied behind my back.
“What’s that look?” He asked. I was wondering how to roast him after I get his points. “You’re wet as a fish. I know you want me.” I didn’t like it and hated to admit it, but I was wet and horny. My little girl wanted to be filled.
He stripped, finally revealing his entire body. Though I’d already seen his dick, now I saw how well it went with the rest of his body. “Spread  your legs.” He said.
Finally, he’d asked me to do something I wanted to do. I spread them for him and showed him my meat-loving flower. “If you untie me, this would  be easier,” I said.
He climbed on the bed and came to me. He put his mouth on my pussy and gave it some love. The way he moved his tongue made my eyes roll back. I  wish I could’ve grabbed his hair. His tongue petted my pussy until I  climaxed. “Eh e e.” I was almost willing to forgive him for the rough deepthroating.
Looking up, he asked, “Did you cum?”
“E.” Can’t you tell you, idiot? The way my legs are shaking, the way my stomach’s spasming, even my asshole’s puckering, just look at me! Do you  need to ask? So I didn’t answer him, but he smiled, having understood. I  wondered if the orc blood makes him aggressive, but probably not, I reckoned.
He brought his lips up to mine, and we kissed. Our privates were touching, but he still wasn’t in. He stopped kissing me and straightened  his back. He looked down at me, and I looked up at him. He smacked my pussy with his cock. “Eh!” My entire lower half jolted. “Stop teasing me. Put it in.” I told him.
He ignored me and rubbed his dick on my pussy. Then grabbing the back of my right knee with his left hand, he inserted just the tip of his dick  in me. It felt nice. Then he popped it out. “Eh.” I looked down and saw him do it again. Putting in his dick head and then popping it out.  Popping it in, then popping it out. “What the hell are you doing!?” I asked. “Stop fucking around, and fuck.”
He looked annoyed. Complaining, “Why can’t you just let me enjoy it.”  Then grabbing the back of my knees, he pressed me down on the bed,  positioned his hips to mine, and entered me.
“Ea aaa aw.” My nostrils flared as I felt him fill me up. My wet pussy gaily welcomed him.
He moved around awkwardly for a bit 'til he found his rhythm. I couldn’t reciprocate the way he had me pinned down. But I didn’t need to. He got  his hips into the swing of it. Made the bed shake, creak, and bang. And  made me lustfully hum to his tune. His lips came down to mine and our tongues entangled. He let go of one of my legs and fondled my breast. I  wrapped that leg around him.
I only wished he’d untied my arms.
I came again, this time on his dick.

I could  feel his urgency in the way he moved. Just as that urgency reached its peak, he pressed tightly against me. I could feel the head was deep inside me. Then I felt him ejaculate.
He grunted like a big boy. “That’s it, baby. That’s it.” I caressed him with my legs.
A heap of sweaty mess. Our bodies pressed against each other. We laid there in the afterglow of our sex.

***

He was  gone when I woke up the next day. I knew that’d happen. He’d packed his  bags and run away. If he acts the same as in the game, I even know where  he’d run to. But that didn’t matter; he was of no use to me anymore.  But my arms were still tied. “Hey, Thratt! You there!?” I called out just to be sure. Sure enough, no answer.
It turned out a little differently than I remembered, but I still managed to get the experience points.
I struggled off the bed. “Thratt!?” Still nothing.
His cum has leaked and gotten between my ass cheeks. My level was now 15, and I could choose a new spell.
I tried pulling my arms apart with all my strength, but the knot only got tighter. “He knows how to tie a knot.” I tried again and again with  no luck.
Sighing, I activated: [energy manipulation, lightning]. And burned through my shirt. I picked it up when it fell to the ground and looked  at it a little depressed. I was a little depressed. My shirt was ruined. “If I see you again, I’m going to electrocute you, Thratt.” I threw aside the ruined shirt and went downstairs.

Sure enough, all my remaining clothes lay on the terrace. I jumped outside, grabbed all my clothes, and came back in. I put my underwear back on, cum crusted butt and all. Then my pants and blazer went on. The only  thing that was missing was my shirt. I buttoned up my blazer.
I was feeling hungry, and so I opened his fridge. There was only alcohol inside. No food at all except an onion.
I checked the money in my inside blazer pocket. “Maybe, I can buy something on my way back.” But I needed a shower.
I went back out into the terrace and put on my socks and shoes.
“Forget it.” I decided to drink the red wine and head back to the inn. I’ve been wanting some of it since I saw it in his hands yesterday anyway. So I opened up a bottle from the fridge and poured myself some.