The swordsman smirked down at me as he raised and lowered his hips on me. Whenever I tried to grab his hips or thrust up into him, he would push me down or grab my wrists. Only after fucking me into submission, would he let me go. "Just let me handle this. I'm strong enough to take care of the both of us" he said between his own pants and moans. That rubbed me the wrong way. I really thought it was odd that he was able to manhandle me like this. I was level 16. That meant I should be stronger than most NPCs. The swordsman was treating me as if I was level 2. He began going to town on me thrusting his ass quicker and making sure to grind down on me. In my guts I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer. I did not want to be cum early like a chump. His cock was flopping around from his bouncing and it was barely damp from his own precum. I was really upset by that and grabbed his cock and quickly began jerking him off. I wanted to get him close to cumming at least before we were actually done fucking.
His whole body jerked and he looked down at me. "Wha-what are you doing? Let go of me". he said as he let out his first moan of the whole encounter. I shook my head no and just went faster. The swordsman threw back his head as all of the pleasure ran up his spine. He then glared at me and said "I'm not going to cum from something like this". He began squeezing down on my dick with the muscles in his ass and thrusting down on me. His dick was leaking like a broken faucet as he collapsed down on me. He went even faster and began moaning and breathing heavily in my ear. It was really sexy feeling his hot breath. He even played dirty by licking my ear. I could not hold it any longer and came deep inside him. He yelped as I went warm cum splash on my stomach. Feeling my extended wings pressed down into the bed was uncomfortable. The swordsman was very heavy and I had to wait for him to get off me. His refractory period seemed to be much longer than mine. When he was able to place his arms on either side of my head and shakily push himself up, he did not look amused.
Glaring down at me, he yelled "What the hell did you do to me!? No one has ever done that to me before! There's no way I would ever cum because someone like you". I looked at him in confusion. "I did not do anything to you back then. We might just be really compatible" I said. The swordsman rolled his eyes. He punched me in the gut as he got off the bed. "You know what you fucking did! You touched my cock!" I tilted my head. "You mean to tell me that, even with all your skills and experience, you have never had anybody touch your dick?" He nodded as if it was totally normal. I blinked and asked "What brothel did you come from?". That was not the wisest thing to ask him. He punched me in the nose and wrapped a hand over my throat. "Listen up, you piece of shit! I am a Protector- Special Ops. I can snap you like a fucking twig right now. Do not say that shit to me again!" he said. His grip was too strong. I could not get free and my vision was starting to blur. He let me go and I had to struggle to breathe in air again.
When I caught my breath, his words finally sank in. Every city had a Sage looking over them to make sure that the NPCs were not oppressed by players or genocided. It was supposed to be a hands-off position as some of the first Sages had multiple cities to look over, but some of them where known to act as advisors, high priests or generals. Lance Quaid had forbid them from ruling the cities themselves. That did not stop some from pulling all the strings from the shadows. The Sages also had a duty to stamp out the wiles of the Devils. They had the sole discretion on how they would carry that directive out. The sage of this city, Limerick Jill, had a scheme. She was the appointed Sage for the whole island. Protectors were the secret police made of strong NPCs that some Sages used to keep the peace an carry out clandestine missions in the Sage's domain. If you saw one, you were truly expected to turn your head and let them work. Since each had their own discretion and uniforms, I did not recognize him as one. He was still pissed off at me.
