The sky was still dark as Iosef awoke.

  But the pale silver moonlight that filtered in through the windows that afforded the salty sea breeze.

  And as the breeze touched his lips, Iosef began to feel their dryness, and quickly pulled himself from his covers - the smoothness of it against his bare flesh rubbed against his sensitive parts making them slightly stiff.

  But desiring to quench his thirst Iosef made his way quickly to his rucksack and drew a gourd from which he drank, sking his throat with the lukewarm water held within it.

  Iosef sighed in relief as he wiped his wet lips with his forearm.

  As another breeze from the window caressed his skin he soon began to realise his nakedness alongside that of the other who shared the room with him.

  Lying completely naked upon the messy futon, spread-eagled face up was none other than Violefax - the Hero of Faramoor...!

  The faint moonlight that filtered through the curtains highlighted the edges of her lithe, curvaceous body - and revealed the glossy, waxy sheen of her pink nipples and barely visible mount of venus bared by her widely spreaded legs, tinged in the bluish hues of deep night.

  Unlike the quims of Qilian, Thayacinth and Fenia that bared slight hints of the forbidden pink lips nestled within their snatches, Violefax's mount was a single vertical slit, much like that of the small Ylessia who had assaulted his prostate some time ago.

  Unknowingly Iosef began to walk towards her - to think the elegant Violefax slept in such an messy manner!

  Iosef gulped as he admired her long, silky fx-silver hair was spyed cross the sheets and part of the wooden floor, covering part of her closed eyes - his member twitching as he imagined coiling her glistening hair around his pecker.

  Oh how great the sensation would be to release his seed upon her fine hair...

  Iosef soon found himself standing before the slumbering Violefax, clutching his rapidly growing member.

  A great fire ignited within him...

  Just have your way with her! She is blind anyway, even if you put your seed in her she wouldn't notice! Said the animalistic lustful spirit that awoke in his mind.

  The promise of sheer pleasure was so great that Iosef felt himself begin to kneel before Violefax, ready to lie on top of her perfect body and plunge his member into her exalted quim, and ravish her from head to toe...

  Pain then shot through Iosef's right thigh as he quickly realised he was digging his own fingers into his flesh as part of his body reined back into control.

  I can't do this... Iosef thought as he shook his head and pushed himself up from the ground and quickly turned about from the slumbering temptress.

  Deciding that it was likely wise to cool his head before going back to sleep, Iosef walked out of the room with the intent to stroll about in the vicinity to calm himself.

  ...

  It was only after a few minutes that Iosef soon realised he had made a big mistake.

  Mayhaps it was in part due to the delirium and partial dreamlike state he was in when he had first awoke - as Iosef noticed that he had forgotten to don the meagre garb that was his only article of modesty in this depraved oasis-city.

  He could only protect his modesty with his hands and arms as he stood completely bare in the streets, molested by the night winds and revealing every part of his body to the starry heavens above.

  Iosef swallowed his spit upon this realization, but decided to forge ahead - after all, the streets appeared empty and there was no one in sight.

  While the thought of exposing himself in the public caused his pecker to twitch slightly in excitement, he took a deep breath and exhaled, successfully calming himself.

  This was nothing compared to the terrifying ordeals he had gone through earlier in the day.

  Not willing to recall the forbidden thoughts that assailed his mind earlier, he gazed up into the skies as he walked, the consteltions reflecting in his eyes as he reflected on his journey thus far.

  There was surely a lot of room for improvement - other than his resistance to the temptations of the fairer sex, he identified a few shortcomings in his style of combat.

  There were many missed opportunities he had failed to take advantage of which could have averted much of the peril they had faced - and he had come to realise that he cked knowledge.

  Though he was confident in being able to deal with most physical threats with the mastery of sword and pugilism, he realised that such skills were insufficient in the encounters he had faced.

  He needed to understand more lore - that was the conclusion Iosef came to as he now found himself in the middle of a rge clearing - the chorus of crickets softly humming in the forests that surrounded it.

  The clearing opened up to a view of the city and the grand oasis that opened up northward, reflecting the round, silver moon in its greatest splendor, which took away Iosef's breath.

  And in this moment of quietude, a stroke of inspiration came upon him as he took the Stance of the Hornet, and meditated on the its different pys - improving them with the yers of experience that he had gained thus far.

  The cool air sharpened his mind as he swung his arms and legs in py after py - altering the forms according the the chisels that his previous encounters had brought him.

  Unlike before, he found an unusual crity in his mind - as the night air seemed to bolster his forms, as though imbibing the energies of the stars that hung high above into every employment of force he applied upon the shadow that received his blows in his mind's eye.

  And soon he found himself breathing heavily - his entire body covered in droplets of moisture and perspiration as he assimited this new wisdom in his heart.

  Then suddenly - a soft squelching sound came from his right.

  Armed, he turned to its source and found a curvaceous silhouette, obscured by shadow cast by a cloud which began to obscure the cold light of the moon.

  As the clouds unvelied the light of the moon - he saw the voluptuous likeness of a curvaceous woman of fair skin, with curling long bck locks of hair that spyed messily across the manicured grass upon which she knelt.

  Her round wet eyes of brown glistened in the moonlight and her cheeks were flushed pink. A mist of hot air escaped from her lips as she fidgeted on the spot - as it became apparent to Iosef that she was in the process of pinching her own pointy pink nipples on one hand and flicking with the other hand whatever was in between her legs.

  Iosef's eyes widened at the sight as he felt blood rush into his previously unexcited member, which now raised up to full mast and hit part of his lower belly, unhooding the head of the pink rod that betrayed his intentions time and time again.

  At this sight, the stranger increased the pace of her self-pleasuring, and Iosef could hear the involuntary guttural sounds escaping from her due to the increased pleasure.

  This woman was using him as an material for masturbation!

  Iosef's heart raced as the realisation came upon him - as a wave of conflicting emotions overran his mind - which was only a minute ago cleansed with astute crity and desire for the improvement of his mind and martial skill.

  Seconds passed as he continued staring at her - the crescendo of her stifled moaning increasing as she was no doubt getting of the fact that a naked young boy was at present witnessing her py with herself and using him as material to bring herself to orgasm.

  Soon, thought and reality appeared to overwhelm the woman, who let out a depraved moan as she felt an orgasm rock her entire body, spurting her juices across the field with a clearly audible sound of rushing waters.

  As she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm gazing up in the sky, Iosef wordlessly shuffled away from her - taking deep breaths, trying to erase what he saw from his mind.

  I need to resist... I must resist! Iosef scolded himself as he peeled himself from where he had stood a while ago and walked away with the intent to return to his lodge.

  Though he had been a mere witness and perhaps also a contributor in that embarrassing dispy of debauchery, he had for a moment felt enabled by the brazen dispy of lust by that woman.

  Its in the middle of the night after all! No one would know of the forbidden tryst that would have transpired there!

  You would have been able to rape her to your hearts content! The wild spirit in his breast berated him as he quickened his pace in his return to his lodge.

  Such a lost opportunity... No doubt could have seeded her irresponsibly, and forced her to bear your child... She was no doubt a whore who sought to be vioted that night! Sauntering in the dark naked like that... she was practically asking for it!

  Silence! Iosef shouted in his mind, trying to banish the lustful devil that coiled its shadowy arms around his pecker, trying to jerk it into action once again with its cold, dainty fingers that fiddled with his cock-hole.

  Its presence wavered at his sudden outpouring of willpower - and soon flowed like a tentacle of slime back into his heart.

  The csh of his wills greatly drained him, and by the time he returned to his quarters - he felt completely spent - covered in sweat and awash with mental torpor.

  With no longer little energy to spare, he slumped onto the messy futon spread eagled facing up, and let a sigh escape his lips as the heaviness of sleep assailed him.

  But then a rustle of sheets came from his left.

  "Nnnngh...." Violefax mumbled softly in her slumber right next to him - her clear voice rang throughout his entire body as he felt her warm breath carress his left ear

  "!?!?!?!" Iosef sucked in his breath as the hairs on his entire body stood in excitement, and a raging erection grew between his legs as he felt softness envelop his body.

  The night would simply not relent!

  Now Iosef found the exalted Violefax - completely naked without a care in the world - pressing her entire lithe body upon on him as she turned in her sleep.

  Her head rested on the sheets next to his left ear - as he could feel her soft, warm slumbering breath which smelled of jasmine.

  He could feel her modest breasts pressing against his own chest, her waxy nipples pressed against his own.

  Her warm belly within which nestled her exalted womb - no doubt the font of many future legendary heroes - pressed against his pathetically erect pecker, causing it to enveloped by her flesh and his own, caused a terrible pleasure to emerge from his loins, building pressure in his butt.

  Trying to resist, Iosef, tried to struggle to push his hero away - but he found his attempts futile as he was powerless to stop the grip of his hero. After all, she was the Hero of Faramoor! None could cim to be a hero if they had naught the might to back it up!

  And then she shifted in her sleep, pulling Iosef to her side, snuggling close to Iosef's naked body, wrapping her athletic legs around his own.

  Warmth and forbidden desire assaulted him as Iosef felt his mind going white as Violefax continued snuggling with him - practically jerking of his pecker that was sandwiched between her belly and his own.

  And soon the pleasure was too much to bear and pure bliss erupted from his loins as he released a thread of abaster that soiled their closely nestled naked bodies.

  Darkness and notes of sumac then overcame Iosef as he finally fell asleep.