(Stella)

Name: Stella Moore

Race: Dawn Elf (Citizen)

Mana: 5000 / 5000 (MP)

Health: 300 / 300 (HP)

Class: Carnal Enchantress

Sub Class: Arcane Artificer

Level: 1

Primary Skill:

Staves, Rank: Master

Wind Casting, Rank: Master

Summoning, Rank Master

Fire Casting, Rank Master

Secondary Skill:

Alchemy, Rank: Journeyman

Scrying, Rank: Master

Barter, Rank: Master

It worked! I gave a little fist bump. The only drawback with my new Class change was that I had to start at level 1. But the bright side of all the level 1 skills that come with my new Class are OP as hell. The loud snoring behind me broke my moment of joy. I looked at the naked body of the stranger I picked up from the Boars Tusk. He was good-looking at a guy. ‘But he’s not Jaxson.’ No! I shook my head. I would not think about him. No, no, no. I got out of bed and wrapped my sheet around my naked body. I walked into my study and bolted the door behind me. I sat on my reading chair and pulled up my new skill tree.

Sex Craft

Sexcraft is a particular kind of skill. Very few know its secrets. Once it has been learned, the Sexcraft user can use it to gain power from others. That power allows the user to change the world around them.

Skill: Sexual Charge

A User gains power through sexual acts. At level 1 gain +5,000 to mana for 24hrs.

Skill: Sexual Proficiency

Users gain proficiency with their Class weapons or armor as their carnal skills increase.

Skill: Seduction

The alluring power of a witch is almost too great for anyone to withstand. After any dialogue with a target, the seduction debuff goes into effect. At level 1, players with high Charisma or Intelligence may resist the debuff.

I switched over to review my stats to see what I had to work with.

Stats:

INT: 100

DEX: 50

CHA: 100

Con: 50

WIS: 80

PROF: 1

Proficiency. That was a new one. Well, I had one point in it. I guessed that the more sex I had the more it would go up, I scrunched up my nose at the muffled snoring from the next room. Maybe I’d move to the Dawn Elf capital. Sex craft was a race-specific Class. Other races could learn Sexcraft from an initiate but only Elves like me could learn it from the scrolls.

Elven society was formal and informal in others. Marriage wasn’t standard practice. Most Elves had lovers, and the only form of marriage the Elves recognized was Polygamy. I could go and have a dozen partners and build up my proficiency.

‘Really? You have Jaxson.’ Whispered a little voice in my mind. No, I don’t! He was a means to an end and that is that! I tried convincing myself. ‘Oh please. You know you’d climb that well-muscled man like a tree for nothing.’ With an angry huff, I rose and began pacing.

With every step I denied any attraction to the man and with every step, I thought about our one joining, and heat pooled between my thighs. The more I thought about him, the hotter my body grew, and the more I thought about the subpar snore-fest in the other room, the angrier I got. I stormed into my bedroom and unceremoniously kick the naked man out of my house along with his gear.

I leaned my back against the closed door and sighed in sudden sexual frustration. This wasn’t happening. Not to me. ‘Keep telling yourself that.’ I growled and banked the back of my head against the door before returning to the bedroom to locate my vibrator.

The following morning, I checked my stats to see my proficiency went up by another point and my level went up slightly. So, masturbation would gain me some proficiency and increase my level, but not by much. It would take me a lifetime to get back to level 90 at this rate.

‘Go see Jaxson, dumb ass.’ I groaned and tried to silence the voice in my head, but it was very persistent. ‘If you need an excuse, just say it’s raising your level. You can just use him, right?’ Right! I’ll just use him. It’s only about sex. It’s so I can raise my levels again. I’m not attracted to him at all! ‘Bitch please.’ The voice snarked. I straightened my shoulder and lifted my chin. “I feel nothing for him,” I said to the empty room. ‘Sure, you don’t sweety.’ The voice dripped with sarcasm, but I ignored it and went to get ready for the day.

After a long bath with my favorite rose oils, I chose a deep burgundy dress with high slits and a plunging neckline. As I modeled for myself in the mirror, my legs and thighs were on full display, with my deep cleavage bared. The fabric hugged my body tightly, highlighting my every curve and the points of my nipples. “Jaxson Pierce, eat your heart out.”

With a very satisfied smile, I walked out the door and sashayed down the road to Harlow’s workshop. When I arrived, I thought about knocking on the door when I heard clanging from inside. Harlow must be working. Harlow had mentioned Jaxson would be working with him. That’s why I chose to look for him here.

I spied a window and some crates beneath it. I quickly stacked the crates and looked in to see Jaxson and Harlow working at the forge. Both men were bare-chested, and both had a sheen of sweat. I the sight of both men as they hammered on hot metal their muscles rippling with every swing left me dripping wet. I never thought of Harlow in that way before. He always had a grandfatherly air about him. He looked to be mid-thirties, but he had a look in his eyes like he was much older. I never knew how old he was when he converted to BO.

The game had been around for a hundred years. The VRP became an option for folks about fifty years back. I never asked Harlow about his past and he never asked me about mine. It was our thing. Neither of us liked discussing our pasts, and we were both okay with that. I was a private person and so was he. But it surprised me when he said Jaxson would work with him.

I watched the two men work for a solid hour before they stopped to take a break. Finally. I hopped down from the crates and knocked on the door. I took a moment to compose myself. When the door opened, and a sweaty Jaxson opened it my composure flew out the window. His hair was damp with sweat and his male scent drove me wild with need. It didn’t help he was looking at me with hooded eyes, devouring me with his gaze. Damn it. I yanked his head down to mine and plundered his lips.

He surrendered as I all but mauled him. The sound of a throat being cleared broke me out of my lustful haze. Harlow stood there with a raised brow and a smirk on his face. I flipped him a birdie, and he laughed.

“Jax, that’s more than enough work today. Carry on.” The bastard was snickering as he left the workshop.

I didn’t have time to dwell on him. Jaxson lifted me up and pressed me against the outside wall of the workshop. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his erection push poking my center through our clothes. He took me, again and again. At some point, I was sure I went blind. When my vision came back to me, I was a smiling Jaxson. Well, more a smirking Jaxson. Okay, he had a smug smirk and it pissed me off.

I thought about frying him with a bolt of lightning. Except a notification was blinking in my periphery. I mentally opened it and read the message.

Notice

Sexual Proficiency increased.

I checked my stats and saw that my Sexual Proficiency was at 7. My proficiency went up 6 levels. I sighed inwardly. I couldn’t argue with those stats. I came here to ask him to help me. But that smug expression was still pissing me off. So, I slapped him. The surprise on his face made me feel better. I untangled my legs from around his waist and straightened my dress.

“You’re an odd one.” Jaxson said, “You obviously came here to see me and as soon as we’re done, you slap me. Is that your kink? Slapping your lovers. If so, that’s cool.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “If you didn’t look so smug, I wouldn’t have slapped you.”

He shrugged. I sighed loudly and face him, crossing my arms. “Look, I have a proposition for you. I recently had a class change. I’m a Carnal enchantress level 1. I need your help to get back to level 90.

He raised his eyebrow. “How would I do that?”

“Sex.”

Jaxson’s brows flew up. “Oh, I’m in.”

I snorted at his eagerness. I suppose it flattered that he was so eager. “There will be some ground rules.”

“What kind?”

“First. You will not try sleeping over. This is business. I’m not looking for a relationship. Two. You need to make yourself available at least three days a week for experimentation. Third. You can’t tell Harlow. I don’t want him knowing about this period.”

“Why don’t you want Harlow to know?”

I blew out a breath. “Because I don’t talk with him about anyone about my sex life and especially my friends. And since you’re working with him, I don’t want you saying anything to him or anyone. Do you agree to my terms?”

He rubbed his chin, eyeing with a strange look in his eyes before he held out his hand to shake. “I agree.”

I shook his hand firmly. “Good. Now get your things and meet me at my place.”

“Yes, mam.” He bounded into the workshop.

I didn’t wait for him. After all, he knew where I lived. Besides, I needed the walk to cool my head. This could work. Obviously, I was physically attracted to him. This arrangement would work perfectly. I got to scratch my itch and he got sex without having to pay for it. Yes. This was going to work. We’d have no strings sex; I’ll raise my levels and when I reach 90, we’ll go our separate ways.

‘Oh please. You know damn well you’re not just going to part ways.’ Yes, we will. I was not a relationship girl. Not in my past life not in this life. I didn’t do relationships or commitments. We will fuck. I will raise my level and then we will part, and I’ll never see him again. I stood in front of my front door, confident I’d won this fight with my psyche. I turned at the sound of footsteps and I felt my knees go weak. Jaxson was walking along the path to my house. He was a black two-piece suit with gold embroidery on the sleeves. His hair was disheveled, but that made me want to run my hands through it.

My heart was racing a mile a minute and the way the sun seemed to halo his form made him look like some sort of dark angel. My mouth was dry, and my hands felt sweaty.

‘Yeah, you will feel nothing for this man. You’re just going to use him and lose him. Bitch, please.’

I wanted to argue, I wanted to snap back at my consciousness, but I couldn’t. Watching him walk towards me I knew at this moment that I was in deep trouble. I could see a life with him. I could see myself walking up next to him. I could see him sitting in my den or working with me in my office. I could picture him eating with me at the dining room table. I was terrified and excited all at once. Did I dare to let this man in after so many decades alone?