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It wasn't very common that player had gotten downtime to themselves. It was only ever in between waiting for Shedletsky to give them a quest for yet another sword that needed retrieving.
Honestly they were tired….no EXHAUSTED from the thrill of recently acquiring the firebrand and….. all of.. everything that happened, and Shedletsky was still waiting on news from the windforce guardian so they supposed a little bit of winding down was in order.
And by "winding down" they meant releasing a LOT of that pent up energy.
Somewhere in a lone hotel room in Bizville (not Terry's room this time thank Telemon), Player lay face down on the comforting bed, their ass slightly raised with their fingers toying with their clit through their thin, drenched underwear.
For whatever reason they were just indescribably horny, surely nothing to do with the fact that it had been forever since they had that familiar sense of euphoria overtake them.
It would be quick, then they could get back to….. well whatever it is they usually do.
Their fingers slipped underneath their underwear, letting out a breathy moan as they rubbed their folds together.
Wherever their mind was right now, Player wasn't really sure. Slowly, their thoughts were overtaken by general horny thinking, but every once in a while their mind would wander with a profound sense of curiosity.
They wondered how Calypso was doing, Kyoko, Noobador. Their thoughts swirling for a while. For whatever reason, they settled on and would not let go of the thought of Griefer.
Now it was only recent that they and Brad landed on good terms with each other, even becoming pals after what felt like endless battles.
The pit floors, Nirvana, That fuckass Finn Mccool. What was his deal anyway?
Point is that Player's thoughts circulated around the green plant dude. They thought about the way they moved during battle, the way he pulled off the coolest moves, how they would protect them at any cost, how excited they felt whenever he was even around….He was so strong too.
They hated to admit this but Player swore they almost came when Griefer protected them on low health one time.
The thought made them embarrassed, yet excited at the same time. Part of them wondered how he would react to seeing him like that.
Oh yeah that and also the fact that Player had a totally normal crush on him. But honestly Player wasn't fully confident that he liked them back….
They suddenly stopped and glanced over at their travelers satchel on the side table (the one they keep their deck in). Their hand moving faster than their mind and pulled from the table, shuffling through it, immediately knowing what they were looking for.
Griefer's call card. They took it out. They don't know why but for some reason they grew a bit wetter.
They had a lurch of second thoughts. Would this be wrong of them to do? Brad wouldn't mind if Player did this right? It's just a card. A card so dear and special, a card that could summon…him.
Honestly they were way too horny to overthink it.
Player set the card down on the pillow in front of them. Pulling their pants and underwear down just enough for their wet cunt to be exposed to the cool air, they didn't hesitate in sitting up and going right back to business, wet fingers against the raw flesh.
"Fuuuckk Bradddd.." They gently moaned, leaning forward as they towered over the card. They caught themselves with their spare hand planted firmly on the wall.
Speaking of Brad, Players thoughts traced back to him, moaning as they ached to know what was underneath that jacket, those pants…
They imagined themselves riding him, sliding his dick in and out with shared whimpers, grunts and other various bedroom noises.
Their eyes fixated on Griefer's card, Player's thoughts wandered further.
Player imagined Griefer suddenly overpowering them, pounding into them roughly as they moaned out sweet dirty things. His vines wrapping around and clutching their body, using them as leverage to drive his length deeper into their cunt.
"Braddddd….." They panted. Their fingers working faster as traces of slick dripped out ever so slightly onto the card. Somehow, this turned Player on even further, leaning their head back and letting their eyes close. They let their dirty thoughts all be of Griefer.
Suddenly though, a flash of white blurred Players vision, which sent them into an immediate internal panic. Oh no please don't tell me…. Their hands stopped and flew to their mouth as the familiar silhouette formed and faded to reveal Griefer's body.
The foliage man was stunned to say the least. He…. didn't really know how to react, or at least from what Player could tell. Obviously he was previously clutching his crowbar tensely — under the assumption he was being called for battle — but his muscles softened when he observed the situation.
Player however was very tense. Their face flushing like madness, they immediately started spewing out apologies left and right, frantically trying to somehow salvage the situation. Their heart pounded. Did Griefer hate them? Would he ever see them the same again? He hates them. He hated them so much. Maybe they should just crawl into a hole and-
Their thoughts were interrupted as they felt a hand on their thigh and they jolted, Players mouth sewing shut.
"…..C4N I TRY S0M3TH1NG?"
Griefer's voice cut through the tension like a sword. Words alone couldn't describe Player's shock. Did he really want to….? It was silent for a short moment, before Player gave an affirming nod, a sense of curiosity and excitement following suit.
The pair stayed like that for a while, gazing into each other's eyes. Griefer's grip softened, Player noticed. Until Brad leaned up and gently planted his face into their chest.
"H-holy shit." Player accidentally said out loud, to which Brad gave a chuckle. He wasn't doing much, just breathing into their chest with his eyes closed. If anything they figured Griefer could DEFINITELY feel their heart beating out their chest.
Fingers then slipped underneath the hem, slowly drawing upwards — much to Player's excitement.
They leaned into Griefer's touch as their shirt was lifted and their chest was exposed. Brad traced each and every little detail, kissing their scars —including the ones from their mastectomy —and 'imperfections'.
A jolt of sudden pleasure took place as they felt Brad's tongue brush over their nipple. They breathed sharply through their teeth at the warm tongue, the other taking that as a sign to envelop the nipple in his mouth and suck, toying the other with his fingers.
It felt good. Not only the mild pleasure but the sheer closeness left them a warm sensation of tranquility.
Calmness. It was a slow tidal wave that washed over them. Their breathing slowed in sync, a deep serenity.
Which of course couldn't last long as Griefer grabbed them by the hips, moving them with him as he sat back down and adjusting their position so that their cunt was directly above his face. And he wasted no time in driving in his tongue to lick and play with their folds.
They didn't even have time to catch their breath. Honestly it all happened so fast, Player yelped like three times before they shuddered and moaned the second Brad's tongue delicately touched their pussy. "B-Brad!! F-fuu…." They breathed out raggedly, almost falling over before catching themselves with their hands on the wall once again. Player's words only motivating him to work more as he growled into their cunt.
Circling from their clit to their folds then back again, his tongue moved like heaven. A rhythmic symphony of lustful connection. Brad lapped hungrily, teeth grazing the delicate flesh, while slipping his tongue inside their hole. Player threw their head back and moaned like no tomorrow in response.
Player started grinding their hips to Griefer's tongue. "Fuc-FUCKKK!! Grief- F-fuck please- Braaaaadddddd." They moaned out, probably a little too loud but they didn't care. They didn't care if the next hotel room could hear them. They didn't care if the staff heard them, the entirety of Bizville. Fucking hell, They just wanted Griefer to be theirs.
It wiggled around inside Player's walls. They felt his tongue penetrate deep in their pussy, retracting and protracting, in and out. Player couldn't help but feel a familiar warmth as it went on. They opened their mouth to warn Griefer but were met with their breath hitching and a feral moan from their lips.
Their chest heaved as they tried and failed to collect themselves over and over again. "B-brad I- hnnfff…. If-if you keep g-going I'll…" They managed to blurt out, hopefully getting the message across.
Oh they got the message across alright.
Instead of stopping however, Brad decided it would be a wonderful idea to speed up his actions as much as possible, his tongue working like magic to their cunt. It immediately sent Player into a moaning mess, leaning back and grinding closer and closer, wanting simply to melt into his mouth while simultaneously grabbing fistfuls of hair.
It all became too much for Player however, and as they drew closer and closer to their climax, the warmth enveloped their body and their vision went white, seeing stars.
They moaned, loud. Probably louder than they ever had in their entire life as their voice cracked. A wave of slick spurting itself from the confines of Player's cunt, letting lose as they clutched Griefer's hair like a lifeline.
And he lapped it all up, tasting it all.
While Player was coming down from their high, Brad took the polite initiative of moving their cunt off his face, spare drips of slick on it from what Player could see through half-lidded eyes.
"Y0U 0KAY?" The male questioned after a long silence, hands still situated on their thighs and vine-tail curling around the other's waist.
They nodded in response, chuckling above him with heavy breaths. "Fuck. You're amazing…" They added.
"G00D…. B3C4USE IT'S MY TURN N0W.." Brad's grip on them tightened.
Player let out a yelp of surprise and shivered. He didn't stop however, instead sitting up and lowering them onto his lap, which had grown a bulge somehow in the time between everything that happened.
They said 'somehow' as if Griefer wouldn't be massively turned on by the acts before them.
"Ha… do I turn you on that much..?" Player teased as they were positioned above Griefer's clothed dick, their bruised cunt rubbing ever so slightly and leaving traces of slick in their wake.
Honestly if his grip tightened any further he might've drawn blood, so he held back — At least as far as Player could tell. Player swore they could hear Griefer faintly whimper, stifled, though clear as day. They were further driven to grind harder on his bulge, desperate to hear those precious noises from him.
Instead, however, they were met with resistance. "W-W4IT ST-ST0P.." Griefer panted out. And so they did, looking up at him confused as he caught his breath. Did they do something wrong?
After a moment they met each other's eyes.
Griefer gave a warm smile. Then, without warning, flipped them over on the bed, his leaves rustling. "OH!" Player exclaimed as they were promptly shoved down, their arms pinned above their head and the plant man letting out a growl.
Now NORMALLY Player would say something stupid in response to something like that like "bro is the alpha??". But strangely enough they found it hot. In fact they were so aroused by it that their legs were already wrapped around his waist.
Player was READY for that plant dick, arching their back in seductive pose and looking back at Brad with half-lidded eyes. They opened their mouth to beg for more but were instead met with his lips clashing with theirs.
Immediately, Griefer shoved his tongue inside. Pretty rudely if you were to ask. But Player didn't mind it. They drank in every last sensation he left in their mouth, while at the same time grinding against his lovely body.
Their cunt was still wet, a little overstimulated but still it begged. It begged and begged for Brad's member. They wanted that sweet nectar.
Player didn't even realize they felt dizzy until Brad pulled away and drew breath as if for the first time in years. And they both stared in bliss, recollecting themselves after their mouth dance of harmony.
Holy SHIT were they both turned on as fuck.
"H0W M4NY N1GHTS…" The question caught Player off guard. It also seemed to confuse them a bit as Griefer noticed them tilting their head.
"S0RRY..I-I M34N…" He stammered, his hand drawing back from Player's wrists, freeing them. Brad's hands however, went straight to undoing his belt. Player started subconsciously drooling, eyes drawn to his movements. "H0W M4NY N1GHTS D1D Y0U SP3ND TH1NKING ABOUT ME?"
The Player immediately grew flustered, SOMEHOW a lot more red in the face than before. "I- That's-" They struggled to defend themselves as they watched Griefer pull down his pants.
"H0W MANY TH0UGHTS D1D Y0U HAVE ABOUT M3? H0W M4NY T1M3S D1D Y0U CUM TH1NK1NG AB0UT ME? D0 Y0U NORM4LLY D0 THIS SH1T T0 MY C4RD??"
Question after question felt like a barrage of arrows, and it was honestly impossible to focus on them when Griefer's thumbs were on the hems on his boxers. Player wanted to defend themselves but every word that came out was a flushed stutter.
They watched his movements with anticipation. His boxers came off. Both of their chests heaved at the same time. Griefer's out of relief, Player out of arousal.
It was huge. Not to the point where it might've been medically concerning or anything, just larger than average. Player's tiny theory in the back of their head was also proven correct as they saw vines growing around it and-
"HOLY SHIT YOUR BUSH IS LEAVES???" Player shouted after processing it a bit. Brad was completely caught off guard, dropping his whole dom facade to erupt into laughter.
Player immediately covered their mouth and made a noise of embarrassment upon realization that he in fact had a trail of leaves down to their crotch that they would've seen when they summoned him regardless. That was stupid. How could they forget?
After Brad wiped tears from his eyes, he came back down onto them, smiling. "M4N Y0U'R3 WE1RD!" He said, the threat of laughter still in his voice.
He moved a stray hair out of the other's face. Player leaned into the hand warmly, eager for the other's touch. They whined when he pulled it away.
"R3L4X, 1'LL G1VE YOU S0M3TH1NG BETT3R." Griefer smirked, spreading Players legs apart — weird, they don't remember taking their pants all the way off — and licking his lips upon seeing their cunt.
Player could feel his penis prodding against their pussy, pushing just a little bit past the lips and finally letting his tip rim through as he groaned.
Player gave a pained whimper and made a face of discomfort. Brad didn't move any further until they awkwardly gave a thumbs up.
Griefer then leaned his hips forward more, slowly pushing his dick further until he was fully inside. Player whined as they felt him press hard against his cervix, but they both panted with relief, Player waiting until the pain had subsided. "You can move now. I think I'm good." They offered.
The plant grower gave a nod and started thrusting. It was slow at first and Player could tell he was holding back. They looked back at him, seeing their own lustful reflection in his eyes. That must've switched something in his brain because he suddenly started picking up the pace.
They moaned within a state of pure delight, shivering at the way Brad slid in and out of their walls at a rough yet comfortable pace. He leaned down, his hands now firmly planted on either side of them, gripping the sheets tight like their pussy.
Honestly it had only been maybe a minute but they were both already begging for each other. The sound of sweet whispers and wet plapping filled the room. Players hands found their way to Griefer's back, clutching as if to claw.
Their eyes lay fixated on his for a while, his green gaze ever piercing. Player's eyes suddenly rolled back as they felt a shiver — no, a euphoria that spread from their cunt throughout the rest of their body. Brad clearly hit a particular spot inside them and he noticed, adjusting his angle so he could hit their prostate over and over again.
Every thrust inside felt like heaven. Every time Brad shoved his dick into their prostate they thought they were going to die. Not in a bad way though. It was hard to describe.
"Y0U FUCK1N L1KE TH4T PUNK?" Brad's voice cut through the- well you could hardly call it silence but you get the point. He got real up close and personal, touching foreheads with the one they were pounding. Player merely moaned in response, their face scrunching up, overwhelmed by the pleasure as some drool leaked from their mouth.
Griefer gripped their face and pinned it down into the pillow, kinda smushing it but it wasn't too rough (unlike the current plowing that was currently going on). "B3T Y0U N3V3R H4D DICK THIS GOOD BEF0R3." He continued, breathing heavily. "S4Y TH4T Y0U L1KE 1T!!"
Player moaned and arched their back a little. Fuck. Their words really had a way of turning them on. "Ah- I-I…I love your dick Braddd….!" They half whispered.
"MM FUCK Y34H L0UDER FOR ME B4BY." Brad grunted out.
Player breathed heavily, focusing entirely on the effort of moaning out. "FUCK I LOVE YOUR FAT DICK BRAD POUND ME HARDERRRR!!!" Their voice echoed off the walls.
Griefer chuckled and went harder than ever, his movement dripping with invigoration. He leaned down and dug his teeth into the crook of their neck, not enough to bleed, just enough to leave his beautiful marking on them. Player whimpered at the lovely mix of pleasure and pain, shivering underneath.
The endless pounding continued, and Player felt that ever so familiar warmth in their stomach. They what was approaching. "Grief-fuck I'm gonna cum…!" Their grip on his jacket tightening as they held on for dear life.
But he didn't stop. He never stopped. He only kept going as Player begged and begged for more, their orgasm swiftly on the approach. Suddenly Player's vision went white. Their back arched as a sudden wave of ecstasy overtook their senses. They came hard on Griefer's cock, cunt squeezing down on him as their slick spilled out.
Player moaned out loud, calling Brad's name as their orgasm hit them like a semi-truck.
Their head spun but Griefer still pounded on, his pace relentless and his body breathless. "F-FUCK Y3AH SQUEEZE M3 JUST L1K3 TH4T…!" He shouted. Through their daze, Brad grunted loud and shoved his cock all the way in as he came in his final thrust. Player whined. The feeling of warm cum making them shiver as they felt him fill their hole to the brim.
Still, they didn't let go, and let him finish his business. Finally, he collapsed, hugging Player tightly in his arms.
After the deed was done, Griefer pulled out — Player whined at the loss — and randomly found a rag to clean with. He then tossed the rag aside after he was done and climbed back into bed, throwing his arms around the other and clutching them tight, spooning them.
Player's hands found their way to Brad's, their thumb drawing circles and feeling the tendons underneath his gloves. They smiled. They could've only imagined the warmth he would've provided, both figuratively and literally (and also sexually).
Truly they felt at ease in his presence. They wanted it to last forever, and they hoped Griefer felt the same.
Well, they did notice a few stray vines wrapped around their body but it could be entirely by accident. There's probably no way that Brad actually liked them in that way right?
It struck them to ask a question but the plant man beat them to it. "S0OO0… D0 YOU NORM4LLY DO THAT T0 MY C4RD?"
Oh shit.
"Uhhhhh" Player started sweating as they struggled to answer. "I-I.. never done it before haha…. I guess I just think about you often while I do that." Player didn't really think about what they said, and just smiled, leaning back and just enjoying Brad's touch.
"Y0U…..TH1NK ABOUT ME?" Griefer questioned. "Yeah…haha, that's weird right?I mean you're my friend." They muttered. Strange. Their eyelids felt heavy and they felt tired after everything.
"I M34N…. N0 I DON'T TH1NK IT'S WEIRD… I THINK AB0UT Y0U T00- W4IT 'FR13ND?!' 4FT3R ALL TH4T??" Brads voice turned to a blur, Player was already drifting off to sleep.
"I L1TER4LLY KISS3D Y0U.. 4RE YOU SER1OUS????"
"PL4YER??"
Its kind of crazy the way everything happened. If only he liked me. They thought with solem, as sleep consumed them. All in Brad's arms.