The morning sun hit me as I left the tavern, it's early dawn light giving the village a dim lighting. There was a slight breeze, and it tousled my hair as I walked through the village. My best bet right now was to go to the chieftess and see if there was anything, she needed me to do.

I passed by a few early worms, giving them a polite wave as I made my way to the edge of the village square. The only people who were up this early seemed to be miners, and the occasional woodsman. Well, the guards were up too, but that was kind of obvious.

A guard stopped me as I made my way to the chieftess' house. A spear in his hand as he blocked me from the entrance. "Excuse me sir but state your business."

Ah, right. I guess waking up at dawn and going over to the village leader's front door is a bit much. "Well, the chieftess had wanted me to do some work for her. She never specified a time, so I decided to be proactive about it and come early."

The guard was dubious of my claim if his expression was anything to go by. However, he nodded and called over another guard. "I am going to go verify your claim and see if the Chieftess would like to see you. Please, stay here."

His friend came by and took his place as he entered the house. Huh, I never really thought about what it was called. I mean, sure it's a house, but it probably has a cool name and stuff. Ah well, I suppose I may as well just call it the Chief House. Yeah, that'll do.

My mind drifted to my equipment, and how outdated it was. I really needed to get some more materials and Craft and modify some more. After all, you can never have enough weapons in your life, and anyone who says otherwise is a damn liar.

My first priority was my gauntlet, surprisingly enough. Honestly, it was one of my more flexible tools in the fact that I could fit whatever I wanted onto it as long as it fits. The strange mechanics that goes into my Crafted items that allowed them to break the laws of physics and do impossible things were something that I wanted to test. For example, if I built a flamethrower out of my knife and some magic, would it work? If not, could making a blueprint of it and then using Craft with that blueprint work? The gauntlet itself was an impossible item, and I was pretty sure that the gold blood vial was too.

Sure, that was rehashing old theories, but it did help me come up with more examples. Such as the survival pack I had gotten. It was innocuous enough, a simple pack to all me to build things helpful for survival, and som other things surprisingly enough. For example, it let me make alcohol out of grain or berries. I had no fucking clue why, but it was there. However, it was this item that gave me pause for a lot of other items. See, I always skipped the process of actually building things, instead I skipped from raw materials to finished product. But alcohol is different. That's a thing that takes time, no matter what you do. Especially in the case of wine, where the longer it was left, the better it tasted. So, for me to be able to skip that whole process and immediately have alcohol, it meant that in theory, I could use that logic for other things. Like taking an apple seed and turning it into a tree, or more likely than not, another apple.

Hell, at that point I basically had infinite food since I could use the seeds in each apple to make even more apples. And that's just a small example. If I ranked up Structural Analysis and Craft high enough, could I create life by making a blueprint of a person, or animal? Hell, why stop there? What if I had a bunch of different blueprints for living creatures and mixed and matched their traits, creating an entirely new species.

Holy shit. I could make cat girls.

The door to the Chief House opened, and the first guard exited the building. "Right, you can go in. The Chieftess is right inside."

Ah, the wonders of asking for things politely. I bowed my head slightly to him, entering the Chief House and softly closing the door behind me. The chieftess sat on her throne, tiredness in her eyes but other than that she was just as hot and intimidating as before. Maybe more so, considering she may have early morning grouchiness.

I walked up to her, stopping a few feet away and clasping my hands behind my back. She gave me a once over, humming slightly as she finished and looked at me. "Kneel."

My confusion must have been obvious, as she sighed and began to clarify. "It is customary for the Chief or Chieftess' subjects to bend the knee when addressing them. I didn't enforce this yesterday as you weren't a subject, however now that you will be staying here, you must obey the rules and customs of our people. So, kneel."

Fucking, damn it. I hid my annoyance with a smile and bent my knee to the ground, like some lowly pauper. Still, I'll do what I can in order to speed this along. The chieftess hadn't said anything, so I took this as my time to speak. "Chieftess, I was hoping that you may have some work you needed to get done. Not that I don't mind spending my day in the tavern, but I certainly wouldn't want to take advantage of your hospitality."

I was careful in regulating Otherworldly Charm, making sure not to overdo it as I spoke. Thankfully, it seemed that my conscious control over the perk was great. Now I just needed to make sure that my unconscious control was better.

The chieftess' eyes softened as I spoke, my Otherworldly Charm taking hold and making her view me in a much more positive light. She crossed a leg and began to speak. "Yes, well I do I have one project for you. You see, arrow making is such a chore, and while it's necessary, it does take a lot of time to make as many as we need for an army. And if you're not a liar, you could do that much and more in a far quicker time."

This… was not what I had imagined when I offered my services. I was hoping for some cool secret technology that could only be made with very careful precision and skill. Not arrow making. Still, I couldn't argue with her, not when she was the one responsible for giving me a place to stay. So, I grit my teeth and I nodded. "Of course, chieftess. Where should I start?"

She waved a hand over and beckoned a guard. "Follow him to the fletcher. There, you will fill all one hundred and fifty-six quivers with twenty arrows each. When you are done, you may return to doing whatever it is you were doing."

One hundred and fifty-six. Thirty arrows each. I wanted to complain and bitch about it, but there wasn't much I could do. This was what I signed up for, and I couldn't pull out now.

Shit, did I pull out with Emery? Whatever, thoughts for later.

…

"Craft: Arrow."

The arrow appeared in my hand, and I placed it in the final quiver, finishing off the last three hours of monotonous and dull work with a sigh. True to her words, there had been one hundred and fifty-six quivers at the fletcher's. And since I needed to fill each one with thirty arrows, I had to sit down and pack each one individually. So, after all is said and done, I ended up Crafting four thousand six hundred and eighty arrows. So about fifteen thousand and sixty arrows per hour. If you wanted to go even further, that'd be twenty-six arrows per minute. And that wasn't even counting all the times I messed up while placing the arrows and either put too many or too little within the quiver.

I left the fletcher annoyed, not bothering to put a happy face for the Forestkin that passed me. If there was one thing I could look forward to, it was heading to the forge and getting started with building some new equipment. Thankfully, the fletcher and the forge were in the same side of town, and it was only a few minutes walk from the fletcher to the forge. It was around nine or so, and the village was filled with people bustling through the wooden streets. Well, technically I guess this was more of a town than a village, but that might not even be a word here. Or they might not consider this a town.

Arriving at where the forge was supposed to be, I came face to face with a large wooden sign, the words "Avery's Smith" carved into it with a little picture of an anvil to the side. Honestly, I didn't really see the point in branding your business like that when it was the only one in town. There was a little open sign on the door, so I didn't bother knocking and just made my way in.

The inside of the smithy was set up as a shop, with display cases and weapon racks everywhere. Speaking of racks, the person manning the store was an older woman, around her early forties if I had to guess, and was surprisingly muscled in comparison to the rest of her race. Target acquired. I flashed her a smile and made my way to her, pausing to look at some of the weapons on display. There were the normal swords, axes, and bows, but then there were some whips made of this strange grass-like material that gave me pause. "Observe."

Grass Blade Whip

A whip made of bladed grass, capable of shredding light leather armor and flesh with ease.

Oh damn. That's metal as fuck.

I tore my eyes off of the whip, though it took more effort than I would like. Stopping in front of the sales counter and eyeing the woman, who eyed me with mild amusement. I took this as my chance to speak. "Hi there. My name is Darius, and I was wondering if I could use your forge."

The woman smirked slightly and crossed her arms under her bust. "I figured. The Chieftess told me that you'd probably come by something about being a craftsman or something like that. She said to let you have free reign of the forge, and that she'd take care of any costs. The names Avery."

Free reign? Holy fuck, how important even was my job? It was just some arrows. Well, it was almost five thousand arrows in three hours. Which now that I think about it, was over a hundred times the amount of a arrows few fletchers working together would make in a day. Ok, so maybe I could see why. Wow, Craft was a seriously broken skill when you think about it.

Not one to look a gift horse it the mouth, I thanked her and followed her to the back room. We went through a large storage room before emerging outside, standing in front of a large forge with materials neatly placed everywhere. The forge was placed in a way so that it's be impossible to see from the town center, requiring you to go out of your way to look behind the building for it.

A chuckle echoing out from behind me brought me out of my thoughts, and I turned towards Avery. Her chucking faded, though she smirked as she spoke. "It's pretty amazing ain't it? Honestly, you're just lucky the mining business here is so profitable, otherwise I'd be more worried about letting some random man use my materials. Right, I'll be managing the storefront, so don't think you'll be alone for a single second."

With her piece said and done, she left, leaving me alone in the forge with no supervision. This is the dream.

I got to work, rummaging through the materials, and taking stock of that I had to work with. To be honest, the only somewhat magical material here was gold, and that didn't seem to mean much as gold was way more common here than in most other places. In fact, the gold seemed to equal the iron in ease of access, which was a departure from normal Minecraft. Then again, so was the lapis. Maybe these lands were just way more resource rich? It would make sense, considering fucking illagers were mining gold and lapis like it was iron. If that were the case, it made sense as to why Avery and the chieftess didn't care if I used the materials here. They were so common that it'd be like complaining if I used all the sand in the desert. That was probably an exaggeration, but I'm sure my point still stands.

Going back to the metals, there weren't a lot of interesting things to use, other than the blades grass which I was so gonna use for the gauntlet later. There was just some gold, iron, tin, copper, lead, and a lot of blades grass. Honestly, that was I supposed to do with lead, tin, and copper? The lead was basically useless since I didn't know how to make bullets. The tin and copper were also useless, since they didn't make for good weapons. The only use they had was for bronze, and I didn't know anything about it other than that it took about ninety percent copper and ten percent tin in order to make classical bronze, and only six percent tin for mild bronze.

Wait a minute.

I went over the information in my head, feeling it come to mind as soon as I asked. This was the odds and ends pack at work, supplying me with the knowledge in order to Craft straight up bronze. Holy shit. Having the knowledge to make and understand anything you had a blueprint of was great, but that didn't mean you always remembered what you had. I didn't even know I had this, and yet as soon as it became useful it sprang to my mind immediately. That was incredibly useful and meant that I could sort of search for what I needed just by thinking of its application or use. Well, probably anyway. I wasn't entirely sure about it, but it did sound like it made sense.

I grabbed the tin and copper, using them to Craft some bronze ingots, which was apparently how my power formed it. To be honest, I wasn't sure how the bronze would fare in this world. Typically, iron would beat out bronze in a battle of superiority, but considering this was a fantasy world, I wanted to see if that changed at all. "Observe."

Bronze ingot

An alloy composed of copper and tin, it is weaker than iron, though not by much. Unlike most cases of bronze, this bronze has the unique quirk of boosting the effects of any metal or metal-like material it is infused with.

And there it is. On its own it wasn't much, but mix it with something else, and suddenly you're going places. This next part I would have to do manually, since this was just experimenting at this point. I grabbed a piece of iron and began to melt the two ingots, mixing them and carefully alloying them. Once I was done, I let it cool and observed the finished product.

Failed Bronzed Iron

There was too much bronze in the mixture, thus failing to make anything of use.

Well, that was disappointing. Still, I had a clue of what to do next. I Deconstructed the failed alloy, getting back some bronze and iron. Staring again, I used half the amount of bronze this time.

Failed Bronzed Iron

There was just a bit too much bronze used in the mixture, thus failing to make anything of use.

Just a bit, huh? I tried again, lowering the amount of bronze by a fraction.

Failed Bronzed Iron

Again.

Failed Bronzed Iron

And again.

Failed Bronzed Iron

And again.

Failed Bronzed Iron

Over and over, changing the amount of bronze I used each time by just a fraction of what it was before. Something it was too much, other times it was too little. But eventually, I managed it.

Bronzed Iron

An alloy of bronze and iron, stronger than normal iron but just slightly weaker than steel.

You have gained:

Bronzed Iron blueprint

Ladies and gentlemen, we have lift off. The end result was a dark brown metal, the dark color of iron mixing with the shining bronze of, well, bronze. Honestly, it kind of looked like dirt. Very pretty dirt, but dirt, nonetheless.

I would've spent some time doing the same thing with the gold, but I didn't really have any use for it at the moment. Sure, it's a nice material, but I didn't know enchanting yet, so there wasn't any magic to enhance. And I didn't have any magical materials like the ebony or stalhrim, so I couldn't use them. Instead, I chose to snag a couple of ingots, just in case.

Now then, time for the main event. Crafting some bronzed iron, I began to forge it into a massive shield. Now, when I say large, I do mean massive. Not big, not large, massive. It was so unwieldy and big, that not only did it cover me head to toe while standing tall, but I also was completely unable to actually lift it, instead I had to lift parts of it and shift it around the room. Now you may be asking, why would I make something so big and unwieldy? I mean I am a speed type fighter, and shields just don't fit my style, so what gives? Well, it was the same shield idea from when I was brainstorming in the forest, only bigger and even beefier. See, since I can vanish and summon things from my inventory with no limit to weight, I could effectively have a massive fuck off shield deployed whenever I wanted in basically no time at all, and I could dismiss it just as quickly. Is some kind of attack about to one shot me? BAM! Shield to the rescue. It was a very cheap move, but at the same time, it was an awesome one.

Once I had the shield in my inventory, I sat down at a workbench in the corner and began to tinker on my gauntlet. I had gotten rid of my shirt and jacket while I was working sit the forge, and I was sweating to the point that it was actually kind of uncomfortable. I really needed a shower after this. Maybe they have bathhouses here? I'm off track again.

There was some wood near the workbench, and I'll be damned if it wasn't one of the highest quality wood I had ever seen. Second only to my dick. I'm not sorry.

Anyway, the wood was incredibly strong, far stronger than any sort of wood had any right to be. And that got me curious. "Observe."

Darkwood

Colloquially known as Iron Wood, this wood is incredibly strong, about as durable as stone even. While not able to match iron, it's light weight and impeccable durability make it an acceptable alternative for those unable to get any iron.

Well now, wasn't that interesting.

I quickly got to work disassembling the gauntlet and carving the darkwood to suit my purposes. Of course, I wasn't gonna stop there. After I had carved the wood to suit my liking, I had forged some bronzed iron to fit into certain grooves and edges that I had intentionally left in the gauntlet. Once they were done, I grabbed some blades grass and began to make the rope of the grappling hook out of the stuff, turning it into a weapon of its own merits. Now, it was time to put them all together.

I started with the wood and bronzed iron, putting the metal into the wooden gauntlet, and placing bronzed iron bands around it for that extra oomph. Next, I removed the old rope from the grappling mechanism and replaced it with the blades gras rope, changing around some pieces as I deemed it necessary. Finally, using the last scraps of bronzed iron I had at my disposal, I made a new hook for the grapple. I changed the design a tad, giving it a sharper point and some barbs so that it would get caught and stick easier.

I leaned back, admiring my creation. It held the same general design, though a bit sleeker and smoother. I had added bronzed iron claws to the fingertips, allowing me to get a better grip on things and maybe even climb some vertical surfaces. Of course, these would be very limited, but it was the thought that counted. The hand itself was thinner too, as I used less wood for it and instead had wooden plates on the finger joints and the back of the hand. In its place, was some leather I had left over.

Going down from there, the leather on the forearm was completely covered by the wood and metal, so its only purpose was to be a bit of comfort so that I didn't have wood and metal chafing against my arm. The wood covered my forearm completely, and it was bound with two bands of bronzed iron, with small strips of it connecting them, leaving about an inch apart between each strip.

On the outer side of the gauntlet, I decided to implement some of the design of my parry knife, having curved blades of bronzed iron spike out. They'd be able to catch blades and, if I do it right, snap them with a strong enough twist of the arms, or at the very least disarm people. They had been placed along one of the bands, so the wood wouldn't be scratched or damaged from any blades that got caught there.

The grappling mechanism had moved places toward the bottom, resting just where Spider-Man would have his web shooters. Unlike the somewhat bulky appearance of the old grapple, this one was a lot sleeker, and the rope more neatly placed.

I placed my hand on it, running my fingers across the side. "Structural Analysis."

You have gained:

Modified Shinobi Gauntlet blueprint

I sighed slightly, glad to be finished. From there, I added the right-handed attribute to it from a blueprint for a set of leather gloves and Crafted the gauntlet again, though flipped as it was made for my right arm rather than my left. I then equipped the gauntlets, getting used to the weight. It was a bit heavier than before, but some time getting used to it should get rid of any discomfort I have with it. The only pain would be getting used to dual wielding them and adjusting how I went about grappling.

Right, I think it's time I took a break. I've been in here for hours, and I'm starting to get a bit antsy. I'll stop by the tavern for a bit. If I'm lucky, Brynjar and the gang will be there. Then, maybe I could get Citrine to teach me some enchanting, and failing that, get Evanora to teach me alchemy.

I gave myself a quick whiff, grimacing as my sweaty body stank like ass. Maybe I should hit the bath house first. Failing that, maybe just a small body of water. Honestly, anything was better than the absolute ass that I smelt like now.

…

So, the good news was that they had a bath house. The bad news was that it cost money to use. Something called a Silvet or something like that. So, I had to go old school and find a communal pond that the poorer folk used. It was disgusting, sure, but if it worked it worked. Just as long as I don't think about the dirtiness of the people there, and the layers of grime they were covered in, and the-

Right, I'm done with that train of thought.

It was an hour or so past noon by the time I left the pond. People were out and about, younger couple going around and exploring the many shops and stalls in the town center, oohing at the little piece of shit trinkets that the owners peddled. The men, if you could even call them that, took the women around the stalls and would buy them the shiniest thing they could find, in a vain attempt to woo them.

They were carefree in a way I'd never seen before. Back at my old village, everyone had this sort of grim determination about them, as if they were celebrating the fact that they were still alive. Here though, they were just… having fun for the sake of fun. They were carefree, because why wouldn't they be? They didn't work from dawn to dusk, doing back breaking labor just to maybe survive the next day. They had no reason to, since the town was large enough that it had a surplus of food and people, the population was up, and they even had currency.

So strange indeed.

I pushed open the doors to the tavern, only to immediately have my ears blown off by the loud laughing of over a dozen traps. And Brynjar, of course. It looked as if the Forestkin knew the language that Brynjar and the others were using, as they were all standing around one of the tables and telling jokes or something like that, drinking and even occasionally singing. Citrine had joined them, standing next to Brynjar, and drinking from a mug. Alex was nowhere to be seen, and Evanora was sitting in the corner watching the whole thing with an amused smile. Right, time to carefully sneak my way up the stairs and-

"Darius! It is great to see you! Please, join us for a drink!"

God damn it Brynjar, it's like two in the afternoon! Who drinks at this time?!

Still, I could make the most of it. After all, enchanting was a skill that was high on my list of priorities, and considering Citrine was apparently really good with it, I may as well try to butter her up and get her to teach me. Plus, Brynjar was just a really cool dude. "Well, if you don't mind me bringing down your fun, then sure, why not?"

He raised his mug in the air and laughed triumphantly. "I'm glad you've seen reason! Oi! Barmaid! Get my friend here a mug of your finest mead!"

A mug of mead? Fucking hell, this guy is trying to kill my liver. I accepted the mug from the barmaid, taking a chair and pulling it up to the table. I was immediately bombarded with questions, the drunk Brynjar having no filter. "So, what are you doing here? Besides making arrows of course."

Well, considering this has been my first day, not much. "To be honest, just Crafting. A little bit of smithing on the side of course though."

He scoffed at that, chugging his mead, and slamming it on the table. "That can't be all. Surely, you've seen some of the local women? Why, a young lad like you should be out and about, not wasting away building things!"

Am I getting a lecture about my love life right now? That's uncalled for. Citrine seemed to recognize that as well, as she placed a hand on Brynjar's shoulder and looked at me. "What he's trying to say, is if there's some special girl who's caught your eye? After all, you're a handsome young man, and you've got to have some girl who's pining after you."

Ah, the wonders of never having a family. Sometimes you take that for granted. I didn't get a chance to retort or deny such claims, as Brynjar gripped my shoulder and pulled me to my feet. "Are ya kidding? Of course he does! I mean, look at the lad! He's a dashing you man, and he's got quite the rogue look going on! He reminds me of me when I was but a young man, ready to take on the world and make my family proud!"

And fuck. Everyone in the tavern was looking at me, either hollering their drunken approval or judging me. in the back, I could see Emery as she waved slightly, holding back laughter as I was put on display. Unfortunately, Citrine spotted the interaction and waved her over. "Darius, you never told us that you met such a lovely young woman."

Oh my god. Please just kill me already. "This is the first time I've seen you since we went our separate ways yesterday. How would I have told you?"

She waved it off and began to drunkenly question Emery, who was desperately trying to get away from the whole thing. Sucks, doesn't it?

Brynjar pulled me away again, and I was only barely able to hold onto my mead. This time, he brought me to a group of traps, and why is that a sentence? Anyway, he brought me to the m and began to question me once more. "Say Darius, you look like the type. Do ya know any good songs?"

The fuck does that even mean, "I look the type"? That's just rude as hell. The worst part was, that I totally did. If I had to guess, it was probably because of Jack of All Trades, but it didn't change the fact that I was upset that he was right. Welp, time to get wasted I guess, cause no way was I doing this sober. I chugged the mead, finishing the mug and slamming it on the table.

Congratulations! For ingesting poison, you have discovered a perk!

Poison Resistance (High)

You can survive most high ranked poisons, and lower ranks are barely noticeable.

Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me with this Mickey Mouse bullshit right now. Whatever, time to make a fool of myself. "Right, just try to follow along then. There once was a ship that put to sea- "

Begrudgingly, it was actually a rather fun time. Sure, it eventually devolved to just laughter and talking about the prettiest barmaid, but it wasn't as bad as I thought. Since I was apparently immune to alcohol, I decided to take some bets and drink some dudes under the table, racking in the winnings. The currency was these silver coins with a picture of a stylized M carved into it. Well, at least now I know why they were called Silvets.

Eventually, I ended up just sitting at a booth in the corner, sipping on a mug of mead. Evanora had opted to join me, and we began to idly chat about random things. "So Evanora, what was home like for you?"

She sipped on her own mug, though at a far slower pace than I was. "It was fine, I guess. Boring though, very boring. What about you?"

Ah, awkward conversations never seem to go away for long. "It was… normal, I guess. Then again, that doesn't really mean much to you, does it?"

She laughed slightly, shaking her head, and telling me to continue. So, I did. "Yeah, I figured. Really, it was mostly just work. Wake up at dawn, head to the fields or get ready to go out and hunt. When I was done, I'd do some work around the village, helping the older villagers with what I could. It was a lot of work, and there weren't a lot of us, so leisure time was spare. I trained a lot, if that helps."

I hadn't noticed I had started rambling until Evanora cleared her throat. "That sounds… interesting. Why'd you leave?"

Ah, that. It would be a bit of a downer to tell her that everyone I knew and loved had died, that I hadn't been strong enough to save anyone. That we hadn't prepared enough, and that I hadn't been able to stop the illagers from… defiling their bodies. That all it took was one blow to-

"Darius? Are you alright?"

Shit, I was getting distracted, wasn't I? I looked up to face her, ignoring the slight warm feeling behind my eyes. "Sorry about that. Just… reminiscing."

She nodded, though she looked worried about it. "It's fine. I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories. Your eyes are pretty expressive, and I didn't realize till I saw them that… well, you know."

Well shit, I was bringing down the mood right now, wasn't I? I leaned forward a bit, doing my best to turn things around. "It's fine. Anyway, you said my eyes are expressive, I didn't know you were looking into them so often."

That seemed to get her, as she began to stutter slightly while spitting out denials. "I wasn't- it wasn't- look! Your eyes are just a really strange color! I've never seen anything like them!"

Heh, this was- wait, color? Brown wasn't a very uncommon color, hell, even Emery had brown eyes. So, what did she mean by-

No. It couldn't be.

"Right, well I'm going to go to my room and drop my jacket off. It's getting a bit warm in here. I'll be right back."

I made sure to stay calm as I walked up the stairs, though it was a difficult thing to ask as I got closer to the room. I gently closed the door, and all but ran to my desk and grabbed the mirror off of it, staring into the reflective surface.

My once brown eyes were now a deep navy color, just like Daria and Darian. In fact, giving myself a deeper look, I could see the resemblance between me and Darian. Despite the many years of age he had on me, we still looked incredibly similar. Hell, if I were his age I'd probably look the same. My hair had grown to the point where it would cover my eyes if I hadn't used my fingers to push it back, and my facial hair was heavily stubbled, but that didn't detract from the fact that I was just like him.

It shouldn't matter, after all, it was just our looks. That didn't mean anything. I went back downstairs to enjoy the drunken atmosphere, but I couldn't help but make the comparison as I drank. It was dumb, oh so very dumb.

So why couldn't I stop?

…

And there we go, chapter done. Now, I bet you're curious as to why there is till so much more left to go? Did I do a shitty thing and have a really long AN? Did I accidentally paste the first chapter of My Immortal after this one? Well, no, no I didn't. Now, the best way to explain it is to just put this:

"I'm reading this fic because I want a Female Illager Rape scene"

-Void

So this is for you Void.

This Is What Happens When You Listen To People On Discord

On second thought, it'd be nice to let some stress out on her. I desummoned my weapons and gripped her face with one hand and groped her breast with the other. Her eyes began to tear up as she realized what was going down, and I'll be damned if that didn't turn me on.

I released her face and used my now free hand travel down her body and grope her inner thigh. Her body was surprisingly thick and maneuvering my hand around to her backside proved that to be true. My fingers sank into her ass and I squeezed, electing a cute little moan from her. Damn, why do women in this place have to be so hot?

My knife appeared in my hand, and I was careful to only cut her armor apart as I cut a hole in her pants. I ripped open her chest armor and let her bare breasts free, the mounds of flesh fitting perfectly in my hands. Fuck, I was going to have fun with this.

I pulled my pants down enough to let my dick flop out and land on her stomach, my balls resting on her pussy as the tip of my dick reached up to just passed her belly button. She thrashed in my grasp, unable to escape. Of course, I wasn't going to stick it there just yet. Instead, I held her down as I slid up her body, eventually resting my cock on her face and staring her in her fearful eyes. "Bite, and I'll make what I did to your friends look like child's play."

There was a barely perceivable nod, and I rammed myself down her throat. "Oh shit, that's tight!"

She gurgled and gagged as I thrust down her throat, my balls smacking her chin as I used her throat like a toy. Fuck, it really was tight. The way her throat constricted against my shaft as it thrust into her open mouth was heavenly, and it wasn't long before I could feel myself reaching my end. "Fuck! Here it is!"

Her eyes were rolled back, her consciousness slowly fading as I deprived her of oxygen. Tears had been rolling down her face, and her once pale flesh was a bright red. I gripped her skull with both hands and thrust into her throat one final time, blowing my load straight into her stomach.

I stood like that for a few moments, before in extracted my cock from her throat and watched as she coughed up cum. She was mumbling incoherently, and her oxygen deprived lungs began to breath in once more.

She began to get a grp on her surroundings, and she soon remembered what was going on, and she was only just barely able to stop herself from crying. "A-Are you done?"

Her voice was rough and scratchy from having my cock lodged down it for so long. Her weakened state and fearful eyes made any sense of clarity I had fade immediately, as my dick hardened once more. "Not on your fucking life."

Funny, because she wasn't going to live for much longer after this.

I gripped her wrists with one hand and forced them above her head, using the other hand to aim my dick to her pussy, and thrust forward.

She yelped out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her pussy tightening around me in a manner that her throat wished it could. God damn, she definitely wasn't a virgin, but whoever was fucking her before this was definitely not doing a good enough job. I could only fit half my cock in her, but that wasn't going to be an issue for long.

The woman beneath me moaned and groaned as I roughly thrust into her, forcing a little bit more of my cock into her vice of a cunt with each thrust. Using my free hand, I roughly groped and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples and forcing moans out of her.

Eventually, I decided to change things up a bit, and I pushed her legs together and held them like that, angling my hips downward and making her moan even louder. Her breasts bounced and her face was red, until suddenly she let out the loudest moan yet, and her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as her pussy tightened impossibly.

I couldn't hold it in anymore, and I let lose in her pussy, filling her womb with my seed. I thrust in a few more times, letting the last of my cum shoot out into her. Once the final strings of cum shot into her, I pulled out, watching as the cum gushed out of her pussy like a kiddie pool with a hole in it.

She laid there, mouth open and tongue out, twitching occasionally as I readied my knife. "Right, well, that was fun. Now, I just have to kill you and- "

"Well hang on a sec! You still have one more hole to claim. Here, I'll even help."

The torches went out, before lighting back up with a blue fire, and a new figure laid next to the passed-out pillager. She was beautiful, her hair black as a void and a chest that seemed impossible. Her ass was nothing to scoff at either, and it swayed and jiggled lightly. Her eyes were an intoxicating navy color, and I could feel my dick harden once more.

"Come on now, we still have some more to do. Here, I'll clean you off."

She stood up, her tits and thighs bouncing and jiggling hypnotically as she walked over towards me, resting her chest on my own before slowly sliding down till her breasts were on my cock, and she wedged it in between the two fleshy mounds.

Using her arms, she squeezed her breasts together and slid them up and down, rubbing my cock between the two mounds. The head of my dick popped out of her breasts with every downward motion, and she licked it like a lollipop. "How's this?"

I couldn't say anything, instead choosing to nod and groan. She smirked, letting go of her breasts and licking up and down my cock, her eyes never leaving my own. Eventually, she clamped her mouth on my dick and began to bob her head up and down, swirling her tongue at the tip and somehow massaging my cock with her throat.

It didn't last, as she pulled away and stood up once more, standing a mere inch shorter than me. "Let's get to the main course."

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and jumped up and me, forcing her magnificent ass into my hands. I had gotten with the program at this point and slammed my dick into her awaiting pussy.

"Ooh, yes! Slam those hips Seven!"

Seven? Whatever, thoughts for later. I suckled on her breasts and squeezed her ass, giving it a good smack every once in a while. unlike the pillager, she didn't bother hiding her moans, instead, she let them out freely and as loudly as she could.

"Fuck! I knew you'd be a good lay! Yes, that's it! Deeper! HARDER!"

I followed her instructions to the tee, slamming myself to the hilt with every thrust and watching her chest bounce uncontrollably. Her cunt muscles seemed to tighten around me at will, as if she were controlling the organ completely. It was indescribable, and I found myself cumming in no time at all.

"YES! THAT'S IT! INSIDE ME!"

Just before I lost control, I squeezed her prodigious cheeks with a hand and thrust my thumb into her ass, making her scream out. I latched my mouth onto her own, kissing her as I painted her walls white. She groaned, sliding my cock out of her snatch and letting the cum dribble down her thigh. "That was wonderful Seven. Now then, it looks like our little friend here woke up. Why don't we see to her needs?"

True to her word, the pillager girl was awake, and she stared at us in absolute terror. The woman to my side wasted no time walking over to her and bringing her to her feet, raping the girl's mouth with her tongue. She eventually stopped, leaving the girl breathless. The woman's hands made there way down the pillager's body, resting on her very jiggly ass, and spreading her cheeks. "Why don't you take the backdoor Seven?"

The pillager tried to protest, but she was stuck in the bustier woman's grip, unable to escape. Well, I wasn't going to deny an invitation like that.

I didn't bother trying to ease my way in, instead lining myself up and shoving my cock into her bowels, hearing her scream in agony. Her jostling just made things worse for her, as her ass shook and pushed my dick even deeper in. It was almost painfully tight, and there was a little bit of blood leaking from her ass, lubing me up even more. I gripped her waist and thrust forward, making the pillager yelp even louder and openly sob.

"Well now, let's shut you up."

The navy eyed woman's crotch began to bulge slightly, until an oily black dick sprout from her, it's dark color contrasting against her pale skin. It was fucking weird, but as the pillager girl's ass tightened in fear, I decided that I had better things to worry about.

"That's better."

She took the pillager's head in her hands and slammed her mouth onto the tentacle cock, silencing her as the woman thrust into the tight hole. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and she moaned without abandon.

As I looked down at the pillager girl's ass and spanked it, watching as it jiggled enticingly, I realized something.

This had to be the best possible timeline.

And as I came, spilling my cum deep into her bowels, I had to give myself a medal for choosing to go through with it.

Good job me.

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That was 1,664 words of just pure porn. This has been A Decent Hoonter, shamefully bidding you adieu.