Age Of Milfs: Trapped In Degenerate S.M.U.T Game

The second man shouted and shoved the girl aside. She fell hard onto the dirt. He drew a short sword and lunged. I sidestepped the first slash. The blade whistled past my ribs. I brought the axe up in a reverse cut that caught his forearm. The fire edge bit deep. He screamed and tried to pull back. I followed, stepped inside his reach, and drove the axe into the soft place under his jaw. The blade sank to the handle. His eyes went wide. I ripped it free and let him fall.

The third man by the cart had time to grab a spear. He planted his feet and thrust. I knocked the shaft aside with the flat of the axe and stepped in close. One hard swing took him across the chest. The fire edge cut through leather and bone. He staggered, dropped the spear, and collapsed against the cart. I finished him with a downward strike that split the top of his skull.

Silence returned to the clearing except for the soft crackle of the fire still clinging to the axe blade.

I stood there breathing steadily, blood cooling on my skin, and looked at the girl.

She had pushed herself up onto one elbow. Her dark hair was stuck to her cheek with sweat and dirt. Her eyes were wide and fixed on me. She was shivering hard. Not from cold. From something deeper.

I crouched in front of her and cut the rope around her wrists with the edge of the axe. The bindings fell away. She did not try to run. She only stared.

"Your mana," I said. "How low is it?"

Her voice came out thin and cracked.

"Almost gone. They... they were draining it slowly so I would stay alive until they sold the core. I can feel it. If it drops any further I will not wake up again."

I could see it now. The way her skin looked too pale. The fine tremor in her hands. The shallow way she breathed. Mana deprivation. In this world it killed just as surely as a blade.

She looked at my naked body, then at the still-hard length of my cock, then back to my face. There was fear in her eyes, but under it was something sharper. Desperation.

"I need... I need it now," she whispered. "Please. If you leave me like this I will die before night."

Her name surfaced in my mind from the system’s quiet identification. Aria.

I set the fire axe down on the grass within easy reach and moved closer.

Her shivering got worse the moment my hands touched her.

I moved closer until my knees pressed into the soft dirt beside her. Aria’s dark hair was tangled across one side of her face. Her torn clothes hung loosely, one shoulder fully exposed, the fabric at her thigh ripped high enough that I could see the pale skin underneath. She was still shivering, but her eyes never left my cock.

I reached out and brushed the hair away from her cheek. Her skin felt cooler than it should. The mana deprivation was already sinking into her body.

"Look at me," I said.

She did. Her pupils were wide.

"I’m going to restore your mana the only way that works fast in this world. You’re going to take everything I give you and you’re going to keep taking it until the system tells me your reserves are stable. Do you understand?"

She nodded once. The movement was small and shaky.

I pulled the torn fabric of her top down. Her breasts were full and soft, the nipples already tight from the cool air and the fear. I cupped one and felt the weight of it in my palm. My thumb dragged slowly across the peak. Aria’s breath caught. A soft sound left her throat.

I leaned down and took the nipple into my mouth. I sucked steadily, tongue circling, while my other hand worked the second breast. Her back arched a little. The shivering changed. It was no longer only from weakness.

My hand slid down her stomach and under the torn edge of her skirt. She was bare underneath. My fingers found her pussy already warm and slightly slick. I parted the lips carefully and rubbed the tip of my middle finger up and down her slit without entering. Aria’s hips twitched.

"Please," she whispered. "Don’t tease. I need it inside."

I ignored the request. I kept the same slow, light pressure, circling her entrance, spreading the wetness that was starting to gather. My mouth moved to her other breast. I bit the nipple just hard enough to make her gasp, then soothed it with my tongue. Two fingers finally slipped inside her. She was tight. The walls clenched around the intrusion immediately. I curled them and stroked the front wall in a steady rhythm while my thumb found her clit and rubbed in small circles.

Aria’s head fell back. Her mouth opened. Soft, broken moans started leaving her with every breath. Her hips began to move against my hand, trying to take the fingers deeper. I pulled them almost all the way out each time, forcing her to chase the sensation.

I added a third finger. The stretch made her whimper. I fucked her slowly with them, twisting my wrist, spreading them inside her, feeling the way her cunt tried to pull them back in. More wetness coated my hand. The soft sounds of my fingers moving in and out of her mixed with her increasingly desperate breathing.

I pulled my fingers free and held them in front of her mouth. She stared for a second, then leaned forward and sucked them clean without being told. Her tongue was warm and eager. When I took my hand away her lips were shiny.