Jessica, DQ8

Story by forest

Hey-o, I just found out about this site. I've been out of the loop for a while and busy lately so i havent had time to find a good futa forums aside from F3. And I think i like this one more :176:

I don't want to lurk, so here's this story i wrote a while back and gave up on because i was too busy with schoolwork. it's very possible that in the future i will actually write the third part which i've been putting off for a long, long time. But for now, schoolwork has made me its bitch. Enjoy, guys!

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hi folks, i'm new here. This is my first futanari story. Please forgive and point out to me any grammatical or structural errors so that i can fix them.

Also, it's been a long time since i've actually played the game so i might have gotten a couple things wrong in that sense.

I hope you all enjoy!

Orkutsk’s Hot Winter Night – A Dragon Quest VIII Jessica Futanari Story

Jessica reached her hand out through the night’s cold darkness. Tears began to well up in the bottom of her eyes as she chased after the faintly glowing, ghostly image of her brother. Swallowing black surrounded her and held her back, blocking her way to Alistair.

“Brother!” she cried out for him. “Alistair! Wait!” she called, over and over again. His gently shining figure walked away and disappeared into the infinite night. She kept running forward, but the darkness held her back. Gasping for breath and streaming tears down her pale, white face, she cried his name a final time and collapsed onto her knees. Jessica doubled over forward, her elbows pushed against the freezing, white ground, covered with snow.

“Alist…air…” she muttered, feeling the tears fall away from her face and melt tiny holes into the snow. Something pushed against her shoulder. She didn’t move. The something nudged her again, harder. Jessica woke up suddenly in her bed Orkutsk’s inn. The silver-haired Angelo knelt next to her bed, his hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently. Jessica looked at him and slapped his hand away.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” she said to him. Angelo looked offended.

“My lady, simply remedying you from the demon sleep. I swore to protect you by any means possible, which includes saving you from nightmares as well,” he said, in his usual suave manner and pushed his hair behind his ear. Jessica gave him an acidic look. Angelo never gave up an opportunity to attempt to impress the extremely attractive redhead.

“Leave me alone…” she said to him, still shooting daggers out of her eyes.

Angelo sighed and stood up. “As you wish, my lady,” he said and walked out of her room, closing it behind him. Jessica turned on her side, her shapely, curvy form hidden by the thick blankets.

The dying flames in the fireplace cast a weak light into the room. Jessica stared at the wooden, brown wall, then made a fist and slammed it into her bed. It bounced back softly. “Stupid man,” she said to herself, and tried to go back to sleep, but was unable to. She tossed side to side, and then got out from under her covers and sat on the bed. Her thin pajamas covered her massive breasts tightly, following their round shape and rubbing against her nipples. They poked gently against the soft fabric, their outlines barely visible beneath it. Jessica held her head in her hands and sat a while in thought.

Dhoulmagus had been killed. She thought the memory of her brother would lie in peace now, but it hadn’t. Her dreams were still haunted by his presence. “That creep Angelo… he is far too persistent. I’m glad Yangus hasn’t tried to seduce me,” she thought with a slight shudder. “At any rate, I can’t get back to sleep now.”

Jessica stood up and stretched, her button-up pajama shirt rising and showing her midriff. The low firelight drew a faint, flickery silhouette of her body onto the wall next to her. She made sure the door was locked, and then took off her top, letting the milky white mounds of her breasts free. She slipped out of her bottoms and stood in front of the mirror in her room. As women are so wont to do, she eyed her body up and down, starting with her feet. Her gaze moved up her smooth legs, up her creamy white thighs, and she stared at her nether region, covered with simple white panties with a small white ribbon at the top of the front. Her eyes moved up her reflection slowly, glancing at her flat stomach. The seductive mage pressed one of her palms against her abdomen and moved it slowly upward, feeling its touch on her skin. She stopped and stared at her breasts. The generous, fleshy orbs stood up nicely, naturally perky and bouncy. She was very proud of them, and had thanked her mother mentally many times for them.

The hand on her body moved up to them. She let out a soft moan as her fingers grazed the skin on them and thought of her mother. Jessica took the other hand and cupped both of her breasts, her thumbs rubbing agains

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