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Iris was back in LootQuest again. By now, it had become a sort of nightly ritual that the serval always looked forward to. The game just kept getting better the more she played it. Yes, sex was part of it – it was downright fun to kill enemies and use their bodies for her own enjoyment, or sometimes let herself get used – but it wasn’t the only thing. Exploring the full world of the game was a reward in itself, too, not to mention all the loot she had gathered in just a few days of playing!

It was addictive, that was the best word for it, but stopping, well, that was a worry for some other place and time. Right now, all Iris really wanted was more, and more she got as she logged in once again.

She spawned in the middle of the busy little town she had grown rather familiar with, though on a rooftop; exactly where she had logged off, so that she wouldn’t accidentally telefrag anyone upon loading in. It was considered bad manners by the more veteran players, even if everyone found it hilarious regardless.

Iris hopped down from the rooftop with practiced, dexterous ease. She was a rogue, after all. The question was just what a rogue like herself should do this evening. Later on, she planned on hitting the next story dungeon, but first, she wanted to get some better gear, remembering just how challenging some of the dungeons could get.

Oh, and she had leveled up, that was nice; it’d happened at the end of last night’s gaming session, but Iris had to log off and sleep, then. Now, she had all the time in the world to think about how to spend her points. Naturally, her extra stat point went into dexterity, and the skill points into the typical rogue skills of stealth and lockpicking. Below that was a load of secondary skills that she couldn’t manually invest into, like Knot Resistance and Impregnation Resistance, based on her constitution, and Vaginal Capacity, which apparently was dexterity, because dexterity also influenced flexibility.

Those were probably not from the game’s original launch, Iris mused. Or maybe they were, at this point she had no idea. Apparently, her capacity down there was “very large,” which made her snort-giggle briefly. But there was something more exciting that she could choose where to spend: a perk point! They were rather exciting extra abilities.

As she opened the perk menu, it seemed to flicker. The text on the screen morphed and shifted, taking a moment to stabilize. There were certainly some instabilities that the developers never addressed, according to the veterans. An old bear had told her that at some point the perk menu had permanently shifted into this new version, with no information about why or how it happened, but the shift had added rather sexual options to the menu, and Iris browsed through them, beaming with excitement.

Lusty Endurance. That one made orgasms drain her health less… but that wasn’t exciting, the scenes of losing to enemies were part of the spice of the game for the serval.

Aphrodisiac Juices. Oh, this one was more like it; it meant her enemies quickly lost control of themselves when using her, which resulted in them also losing health, making all sexual attacks a risky game.

But then there was a third option, this one specifically for only rogues. Aftershocks. According to the description, it caused enemies to remain stunned for a good while after any orgasm. That sounded juicy, both erotic and useful, since she might quickly make an enemy cum to take them out of the fight for a moment.

It did have a disclaimer that boss-type enemies and such could break out of the stun much faster, but Iris didn’t let that bother her. Some ninety percent of enemies in the game were common mooks, after all.

She went with Aftershocks as her perk, and then the last screen appeared. Ooh, she had just unlocked her natural backstab ability. It increased all damage to unaware enemies, including sexual damage. That excited the little serval even more. She’d definitely have to try that one out, and she was already picturing how it’d work to just suddenly jam her fingers into someone’s pussy from behind. Maybe they’d just cum instantly and then remain paralyzed by pleasure, too!

Iris was interrupted when the Meat Market’s – as she had learned that the little player-driven marketplace where fallen NPC enemies were sold was called – bell sounded. That meant only one thing; they were handing out more quests. They were too low-paying for the highest-level players, but Iris was very interested in earning everything she could, and so she scampered in that direction after finishing her level-up procedure.

“Oh, hi, newblet,” the shop’s main proprietor – or rather, the sabretooth player who organized it – greeted her. “Here for a job, or want to buy yourself something nice? One of our guys is running a newbie special.”

“Newbie special? I was thinking a job first, but what’s the special about?” Iris asked. She liked emphasizing her more roguish traits here in cyberspace, and that meant being greedy, sneaky, and somewhat morally questionable.

“Yeah, he’s selling a bunch of mixed high-level monsters, but only to new players. Unlooted, too, so you might get lucky and pull something real good before you fuck ‘em,” the sabretooth guffawed, seeing through the serval’s intentions instantly from the little glint of excitement in her eyes.

“So, gambling?” she asked. “Isn’t that like, illegal?”

“Hah, what country’s the game in? I have no idea, it might as well be on the moon. It’s nobody’s jurisdiction here until the govs figure that one out!” the sabretooth exclaimed merrily, and then slapped his hands together. “’sides, it’s us honest down-to-earth players who put ‘em together, not some corporation! By the players, for the players!”

He paused for a moment, trying to gauge just how much – or little – Iris was buying anything that he claimed, before continuing. “Tells ya what, since you’re a skeptic, I’ll pull some strings to get you a newbie pack for free if you do a job.”

“What’s the job?” she asked.

“We need an amazon or two. You’re small, so I guess just one, yeah? There’s a few that prowl the forests around here. Big muscular tigerwomen. Take one down and bring her here… they’re always in high demand but everyone’s too lazy to track one down, ‘cause they usually avoid players,” he said, explaining what his customers desired. “But you’re a rogue, so just sneak and they won’t be able to avoid it.”

Iris thought about it for a moment. It sounded like fun, so in other words, why not? She shook hands with sabretooth and accepted the contract, and then headed out of town to the nearby forest. It was one of those dark forests, mostly consisting of coniferous trees undoubtedly modeled after the Black Forest of real life. Iris had already been there a few times to pick some mushrooms and berries for easy food buffs, but she had never thought of sneaking while doing so.

The forest was her favorite place in the game, so far. It was amazing how lifelike it was, with leaves crunching underneath her feet with each step, and the simulated wind whistling through the treetops. Iris found a comfortable spot on a little knoll, and stealthed.

No, it was nothing like sneaking in real life. She simply chose to toggle an option, and as long as nobody had seen her do it, the serval was invisible and silent. Video games made things so simple, compared to reality, but she enjoyed it. She had spent a good while stealthed in the little town too, simply watching people do what they did. Spying on more than a few carnal encounters, too, presumably along with her fellow rogues.

At first it seemed like nothing and nobody was moving around at all, bar for some deer and other things that players sometimes hunted for early-level food. Then, she suddenly heard a twig crack somewhere nearby, and swung around, still invisible to the world. A tigrine huntress approached with careful steps. She was huge and muscular – yet undeniably feminine – and carried a bow.

Not quite an amazon in the sense that Iris had been expecting, but certainly amazonian in stature. She wasn’t wearing much. Some kind of leather loincloth that only covered her front, and the skimpiest piece of fur over her breasts. Her striking, striped body only seemed to emphasize that nudity further.

Iris found herself wondering how many of these Adrian had taken down and fucked. They seemed like a natural match for his archetype of “big wolf barbarian”.

Okay. The serval took a deep, quiet breath. Steady now. Don’t you dare make a sound. She didn’t exactly know how the backstab mechanic worked, but the description had said “unaware enemies” – and the amazonian huntress was as unaware as they came, perhaps focused on the deer she was supposed to be hunting. Iris snuck up behind her until she was so close she could almost feel the warmth of the bigger woman’s body.

Mm. Her wild, musky scent had the serval fantasizing about what she might do. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t enjoy the tigress a little before taking her body to the meat market.

Besides, they were all NPCs anyway. It had been one of the first inhibitions that Iris shed; she stopped thinking of the enemies in the game as real people, simply because they weren’t. But, looking at the huntress move just like a real person would, it was hard to hold onto that truth.

There was a voyeuristic glee in watching her, especially because the little loincloth didn’t cover her ass at all. She did have some sort of panties on underneath it, though, which told the serval that she a very early design, before the game had become so… erotic. Did she even have a detailed pussy?

Only one way to find out, it seemed. Iris flexed her fingers. It was time to attempt that sneak attack.

In one smooth motion, she jammed her entire hand into the huntress’ panties from behind, and they quickly found the pussy that she did indeed have. The tiger froze as if paralyzed, with a strangled whimper escaping her lips. She didn’t seem to know how to react, or maybe it was part of how “stealth attacks” worked.

Iris slid her fingers deeper, feeling the tiger clench around her intruding digits. The ones not inside her smushed against her clit, tweaking and rubbing that sensitive little nub, and just as the huntress was about to twist free, a small orgasm shot through her – her juices quickly soaked Iris’ hand with each weak little clench of her pussy – and- yes! She fell into the soft grass, robbed of all muscle control by the perk Iris had picked up.

“So much for the big, strong amazon thing, hm?” Iris grinned as the tiger stared at her, surprised – or as surprised as an NPC could be, anyway – at her sudden appearance from thin air. “Hm…”

Half of her wanted to just get it over with. The other was very curious about the scantily clad and muscular barbarian. She had never actually had a lesbian encounter in reality, but the desire had always been there.

So rather than simply killing the enemy, she knelt down and pulled the huntress’ panties aside, and then snuck her fingers into that rather wet and unwillingly welcoming pussy again, curling them towards her front to press against her most sensitive spots. Iris could smell her arousal, and the fur around the paralyzed tiger’s slit was already growing damp with desire.

Fingering the much bigger woman like this made the serval feel powerful. Especially when after a few seconds, with the aftershock paralysis surely having worn off, she didn’t get up. It was interesting behavior for an enemy; apparently surrendering to the pleasure of having her clit tweaked instead of getting up and actually attacking the little serval.

Despite the hotness of the act, it made Iris wonder if the NPCs in the game might’ve developed a little spark of something, like that naga in the intro dungeon. Yet, she banished that thought; it had too many implications and was better processed when she wasn’t knuckle-deep in an amazonian huntress-tiger, fingerfucking her towards a massive climax, and quickly. It almost seemed like people didn’t usually bother with these low-level enemies, and that’d left the tigress starved for it.

It suited Iris just fine. It felt a little cruel, but she could hardly drag a struggling giant tiger to town. So, in other words, she had to cum, and she had to “die”. Her puffy pussy looked so wet and rather delicious that Iris couldn’t help but to lean down and drag her tongue over those folds. She wasn’t sure if the taste was anything like in real life – the serval had never tasted herself – but it was sweet like honey, here. Almost addictive.

Suddenly the amazon attempted to sit back up. Iris quickly pounced on top of her and used her entire body weight to hold the larger woman down while she redoubled her efforts of fingering her to orgasm. Though she was light, she pressed her thong-clad ass into the amazon’s face, hoping to distract her, and she succeeded. Only for a few seconds, but she succeeded. The tigress hesitated, and that was all it took.

An immense orgasm seized her body. The amazon’s back arched, she let out a snarling moan and tensed up. Her pussy clenched around Iris’ fingers, and gushed her warm juices over them, soaking her palm in pure feline need. She thrashed for what felt like a minute, trying to get up but no longer able to, not when she was wracked by an orgasm, and at the end of it, she went limp.

Iris wished she’d been able to feel what the amazon felt. She had started to enjoy it. Yes, there was the bitter sting of defeat, but in a way, dying and getting immediately punished for it further was… hot.

The rogue pulled her fingers out of the tiger’s body and with only a little hesitation, licked them clean, enjoying that honeyed flavor that made her libido shoot sky-high in an instant. Clumsily, she undid the strap to her armored bottoms and began to grind against the tiger’s now unresisting body, feeling her fading heat in the most intimate way.

Then she almost jumped out of her skin as the tigress twitched beneath her. But no, it was simply the NPC trying to react to the stimuli. Death seemed to mean something more akin to full-body paralysis and waiting for a respawn timer than true unconsciousness the way one felt it in real life. But who really knew, with pure constructs like this?

The amazon’s snout felt nice, the bristly fur rubbing against Iris’ clit and lips nicely and making her shudder, but she had another idea. Something she’d always wanted to try but was too afraid to ask anyone for. It was easier here; consent didn’t matter for mindless NPCs, and it certainly didn’t matter for dead mindless NPCs.

Driven by the lusty heat of the moment, she climbed off the tiger, but only so she could lay back down the other way, pulling one of her legs over herself and scooting closer. She knew this was something lesbians did. Scissoring. The idea of rubbing her pussy against another excited her too, no matter how taboo it was. The thought of all their wetness mixing and clinging to them both, maybe seeing just how much of a reaction she could get out of the fallen warrior. Her spotty fur and her dead enemy’s stripes seemed to go so well together.

Then, she smushed their sexes together, and the sensation was incredible. Soft, wet heat. Her hips twitched as she instinctively began to grind, and almost immediately, Iris could feel the tigress twitching in response. That only made it better, somehow, and it took almost no time for the cat to be left panting and whimpering as she bucked her hips, pushing and grinding firmly, moaning as her clit was teased by the tigress’ striped fur and bumped against her fallen enemy’s own little nub.

Here she was again, pleasuring herself with the bodies of her defeated enemies. Fuck. Iris’ orgasm came quick and violent, rushing over her like a tidal wave and leaving her screaming and yowling like a cat in heat getting raked by its partner. Only there was no cock involved here, only the sweet, slick friction of her pussy rubbing against another in frantic, spasmic motions of her hips, doing everything she could to feel more, smushing her folds against those of the tigress as their juices intermingled and soaked them both with each clench-induced gush of wetness.

And then it was over. Before any self-reflection could really set in, Iris got up, wiped herself dry on the tiger’s tail, and pulled her armor back on.

Nothing wrong with just taking the edge off. That’s what everyone else will be doing with her body once it’s at the meat market, anyway, she told herself, not quite ready to fully admit that it was the forbidden perversion of the act that turned her on. The act of using someone truly defenseless for her own pleasures.

The journey back was heavy. The amazon weighed a ton and forced Iris to drink a strength potion she’d found earlier to have any chance of doing it. With it, she managed – barely – to carry her corpse to town and then to the meat market, where the sabretooth was already waiting with an eager, greedy gleam in his eyes.

“About time you show up. Ooh, that’s one’s a beaut,” he laughed. “Bit heavy eh? But ya, you’ve earned your newbie pack.”

He tossed her a small, wrapped bag.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“That’s the pack. Just open it somewhere nice and private and the bodies are gonna fall out. Don’t ask me how they fit in there,” the sabretooth said, and that was the last thing he told her before returning to serving another customer, while his assistants placed the dead – and soaked – amazon on display.

Iris rented a room in a nearby inn – she couldn’t quite afford player housing this early, but the NPC innkeepers still accepted the worthless gold coins that enemies dropped – and locked the door behind herself to unpack her “newbie pack”.

Despite having just had her fun with the amazon, she was already excited about what she might find in it. It was incredibly morbid really, trading in “dead” enemies, but again, the serval reminded herself, they weren’t real. They only looked like creatures while really being objects, so enjoying them like this was no more offensive than using a dildo.

She unwrapped the magical package, no larger than her backpack really, and gasped as several defeated NPCs suddenly appeared on the floor. One was a goblin dressed in scraps of leather, which didn’t seem like a terribly “high-level” enemy to the serval. The next looked like a naked werewolf of some sort, very large and very male, and the third… the third she wasn’t sure. It was a draconic humanoid of some sort, but Iris couldn’t say much of anything about it, not even its gender. It was, however, dressed in the most exquisite armor that the serval had seen so far.

Naturally, it was the third that really drew her interest. The armor glittered in the candlelight. It looked even sluttier than the bikini she was wearing, though. The panties seemed to lack a crotch at all, and instead had scaled armor along the side of the draconid’s hips.

There was a top part of it too. That one didn’t leave her nipples bare, but it was very close. At least it seemed to protect the shoulders.

Slowly, Iris peeled the ensemble off the draconid. She considered enjoying its body for a moment, as was more or less the idea with this pack, but she was too curious about the armor, which looked highly enchanted, so she put it on, top first, and then the crotchless thong that left her pussy open to the air.

It wasn’t even the lewdest article she had seen in-world. Several garments seemed to include plugs, and judging by the expressions of the women – and men – wearing them, some of those plugs vibrated.

Iris glanced at herself in the mirror. She looked like a character from a porn game, but that no longer felt wrong at all. In fact, maybe she was developing a narcissistic streak, but the obscene levels of exhibitionism encouraged by the game’s outfits kind of turned her on. She was starting to enjoy walking around like a lingerie model from Middle-Earth, and more than that, she loved how the men were just as readily on display.

Ah, the draconid seemed more and more appealing with each second. Its slit was left completely bare, but Iris still couldn’t tell if it was male or female. Maybe a little bit of rubbing would help, she thought, as she knelt next to the defeated lizard.

In doing so, she bumped her crotch against his leg, and suddenly she was cumming so hard she squirted, an immensely strong orgasm shooting through her without any warning. She had to dig her claws into a nearby chair to keep herself from collapsing. She was left panting, shallowly gasping for air by the time her pussy stopped spasming and her legs trembling.

What on earth was that? She had cum so violently it had robbed her of almost all control.

The armor?

Fuck.

Iris tried to take the top off. It was as if it was glued to her skin, refusing to budge even an inch. With rising dread and bile in her throat, the serval tried the crotchless armor-thing, only to discover the very same thing; she couldn’t take them off, no matter how hard she pulled.

She had to talk to Adrian about this. He’d know what was going on. And apparently, she also had to avoid anything touching her pussy, at least anything hard that might cause any loss of hit points. Very carefully, expecting to fall into the grip of a debilitating orgasm at any moment, Iris stood up on unsteady legs.

Iris opened the menu and sent a little message to Adrian, the only real “friend” she had managed to make so far – at least the only one close enough that he’d assist her with something like this.

He was quick to reply. “Let me guess. Cursed items?”

The message arrived with an insufferably smug-looking smiley at the end. Another one followed, of him asking where to meet, and they decided that Iris’ room at the inn was as good as anywhere else.

She waited impatiently, keeping her legs spread so as to not accidentally squeeze her pussy in a way that might make it explode with pleasure again, until someone knocked on the door.

“Adrian? Come on in,” the serval called out.

The wolf entered, grinning widely, but once his gaze found Iris, that grin faded.

“Holy shit,” he exclaimed. “That’s some really good gear.”

Iris furrowed her brow. “Yeah, it’s also stuck to me, how do I get it off?” she asked.

“No no, you want to keep that on, it boosts your DPS by like, double. After all other modifiers!” the bulky barbarian told her. “It’s crazy good.”

“It makes me squirt like a water fountain if anything bumps my pussy,” Iris groaned.

“Hold on, let me see exactly what the curse is… I have some scrolls here somewhere,” the barbarian exclaimed, digging into his virtual backpack and spilling out multiple parchment-style scrolls, each tightly rolled up.

He chose one of them, broke the seal, and read a few words from it. The scroll instantly combusted, though without flame; rather, it seemed to flash into ash in an instant. His eyelids fluttered as the magic – really, the game – filled his head with knowledge.

“Oh, yeah, I can kinda see how that’d be rough,” he said, looking neutral at first and then slowly breaking out into a grin. “I’d still wear it though.”

Iris rolled her eyes. “So, what is it, and how do I get it off?”

“Well, like I said, it doubles your damage, but every time you take any damage around your pussy, either arousal or health, you’ll cum violently,” he grinned. “It’s called the Armor of Mixed Blessings.”

“Yeah, real cute,” Iris snarled. “And to take it off.”

“It’s cursed so you need an un-curse scroll, being that neither of us are wizards. There’s one of the beginner dungeons that I think always drops one. I guess I could help you clear it,” he beamed, flexing a muscular arm.

“I mean, I don’t really have a choice, do I?” she sighed.

“Nope, unless you want to enjoy being all out offense like yours truly,” Adrian smiled. “Or maybe sell your body to some high-level wizard, hard to say if they’d prefer you dead or alive. But hey, look on the bright side. It’s one of my favorite dungeons. Like a mishmash of ancient Egypt and… uh, Greece, or Rome, I dunno.”

Iris stood up, picking up all of her gear, and turned towards the wolf again. “Well, let’s get going, then,” she said, with grim determination.

She didn’t much feel like playing with the bodies she had bought. Sex was no fun if you came instantly and violently the moment a cock touched your pussy, after all.

Sure enough, they did get going. Iris didn’t have a mount yet, so it was to be a long journey. She hadn’t really been meant to encounter cursed items until after she had a mount – the serval dreamt of getting a hippogryph for herself – but thanks to the “newbie pack”, here she was, fighting the urge to touch her pussy just to see if she’d explode again.

The two of them walked along a long field reminding her of any country’s rural countryside, of rolling hills and the odd tree here and there. The only thing that reminded her that it wasn’t actually real were the odd creatures she could see in the distance. Hippogryphs more than anything, but also groups of kobolds and whatnot that guarded some minor points of interest dug into the sides of the hills like burrows.

Eventually the grasslands turned into dirt, and then to sand, as the environment – the biome, as they called it – shifted to a desert around them. The virtual temperature was definitely oppressive, but at the same time, Iris noticed that it didn’t make her sweat. She just knew it was oppressively hot here, somehow.

It was a neat effect. The two adventurers climbed the nearest dune, and just behind it, there; a complex seemingly carved out of marble and sandstone, nestled between two cliffs that jutted out of the sand like rocky shoals might reach out of the ocean to shred a boat’s hull.

No enemies guarded the dungeon, and its entrance yawned open like a chasm. Inside, the scorching desert sun cast razor-sharp shadows that added an angular, dangerous feeling to it all. Iris felt skittish. She wasn’t afraid of the horror-themed dungeon, but she was terribly afraid of accidentally bumping into something and cumming her brains out in front of Adrian.

Then again, would that really be so bad? He wasn’t bad looking. Not bad at all, really; at least in his avatar form, he was muscular yet lean, a perfect build for a barbarian and, going by what he had called his “thong of rage”, also very well hung. Maybe there’d be no shame in it. He’d probably like it, and a shiver shot through Iris as she imagined her well-hung companion also fucking her corpse.

Perverted? Yes, but she had embraced that part of herself long ago.

As they entered the dungeon, she went into stealth again.

“Whoah, I keep forgetting your rogues can do that,” Adrian chuckled. “It’s amazing, just disappearing into thin air like that.”

“Shouldn’t we be quiet?” she asked. “In case someone’s listening.”

“Iris, please, I’m like sixty levels above what they want for this dungeon, we’ll be fine,” Adrian laughed heartily.

He had a point. Nothing here would be a challenge for him… probably. The game certainly wasn’t as predictable as it had once been. And even barbarians were weak to some things, namely arousal, due to their lacking mental faculties.

Not that Adrian was stupid, but the character he played certainly was.

They came across a large room with a chest. So far, the entire dungeon was silent as the grave, which made sense; it seemed built most like an ancient Egyptian burial chamber than anything, even if the pillars around the chamber and their marbled nature looked distinctly more Greco-Roman.

“What do you want to bet that when I open that chest,” Iris asked, “We’re going to get swarmed with enemies.”

“Well, you do have those engravings on the walls,” Adrian nodded. “They seem to mention that. But my intelligence is too low, so the game won’t let me read them in detail.”

Iris glanced at the wall behind the chest. It was inscribed, and though the lettering made no sense to her at first, one intelligence check later, the symbols shifted into place for her to read.

“It says that the great scaled one will come to free us all,” Iris read. “That he… obtained something called the spark, and with that, he’ll free everyone.”

“Doesn’t sound too bad,” Adrian replied.

“Well, it’s the big bad, so when it says free it probably means something terrible,” Iris remarked. “Like maybe freedom is enslavement. Man, this doesn’t really say anything about the place we’re actually inside- wait, here’s a little bit.”

According to the wall, this desert dungeon was where a coven of Anubite jackal priests had once imprisoned a manticore.

“Yeah, there’s those mixed themes,” Iris giggled. The manticore was from Greek and Persian mythology, not Egypt – but who keeping track, anyway? The point remained that it was, at least in this game, a dangerous lion-beast with parts of both snakes and scorpions, and the gifts from the latter included the poisonous stinger.

The inscription mentioned that over time, the priests and the manticore had become friends, and then lovers. The developers really had intended some level of sexuality from the very beginning, it seemed.

“Okay, well, cool stuff. Wanna open the chest?” Adrian asked, a little impatient as always, but that was just how barbarians were, it seemed.

“Fine,” Iris replied. She walked over to the chest and opened it. There was a single solitary scroll inside- wait, there was some kind of jewelry in the back too. It was like a ring, but too big for her fingers.

Before she had any time to ponder, though, a quake shook the temple-grave-prison. The walls around Iris and Adrian crumbled, and the jackals emerged from the dust. Each looked almost identical, wearing a much-too-tight loincloth and nothing else, and each wielded a khopesh – the long, curved sword of ancient Egypt.

They looked like they wouldn’t be much of a challenge. Just behind them, though, was a much bigger shape, growling as it approached. The manticore.

“I hope you’re as overleveled as you think,” Iris shouted, but Adrian was already rushing for the enemies, howling as he threw himself into the fray with absolutely no regard for his own safety.

Well, sure enough. He didn’t even have to draw his weapon for the anubites. One swing of his fist had one crashing into a wall so hard that those bricks crumbled, and the next he raised over his head and slammed into the floor so hard that Iris felt the vibrations all the way from where she was standing. Still – he wasn’t playing attention in his berserker rage, and suddenly the manticore leapt for him, stinger already raised and ready, a drip of gleaming green venom hanging from the tip.

“Watch out, Adrian!” Iris called out, and just barely managed to dodge another anubite’s khopesh-swing, the cruel blade slicing through the air less than inch from her throat.

He heard her, but not in time. The manticore landed in combat with its stinger raised, and the next second, the stinger was buried in Adrian’s shoulder.

The barbarian responded by punching the manticore’s snout so hard that the beast collapsed onto the ground.

Guess it goes to show how easy it is when you’re way overleveled. Iris laughed. She parried the next strike the anubite attempted with her dagger – the steel guard of it perfect for catching swords – and moved in for a counterattack. She eschewed her dagger in favor of something a little spicier for it; the game was more fun when you used the sexual attacks, Iris had to admit that much.

Her hand wrapped around the jackal’s tightly outlined sheath and squeezed him hard through the loincloth. The jackal gave an entirely undignified squeak and dropped his khopesh in surprise, and that was before Iris used the element of surprise to begin stroking him through the silken fabric, while dancing around him to avoid any impacts against her bare sex. In a way, the thrill of being so powerful yet so vulnerable only made the encounter much hotter for her.

Meanwhile, Adrian as panting and snarling as he fought all the other priests at once. The poison did little to weaken him, but it did make him much hornier, it seemed; at some point, the manticore’s venom had become an aphrodisiac, and soon his cock was straining painfully, to the point that he had to remove his armor and let his shaft swing out freely.

One the priests took the opportunity to grab his stiffness, and Adrian responded with a whimpering moan. He was saved by Iris using her roguish precision to chuck a rock at the jackal’s head. It hit him with a thud, and he collapsed sideways, stiff as a plank, but that momentary distraction had her personal enemy successfully connect with her bare sex. It was little more than a slap, but was enough for the curse, and in an overwhelming spasm of pleasure, suddenly Iris was the one collapsing onto the stone floor, trembling and shaking as her pussy spasmed and gushed, painting the floor with her unwanted arousal.

Adrian was there quickly to return the favor, and swept the anubite out of the way, leaving Iris to finish cumming as he fended off or knocked out all but one of the remaining jackals. The manticore, for all its splendor and majesty, never got up again. Iris would laugh about it later, when she regained any use of her faculties, but right now she could only watch as Adrian let out a triumphant howl. Her orgasm had left her legs weak, but she managed to slowly clamber back onto them.

By then, the wolf had cornered the last anubite, with his jet-black fur and overly tight, ornate loincloth, against the wall.

“Oh, you’re going to get your cock sucked,” Adrian grinned at the last of the anubites, who retreated a few steps before the barbarian jumped him and effortlessly pinned him to the wall. “Mm, that venom… it makes me hungry.”

Iris was about to comment on what he was doing, but then she realized that this was the perfect opportunity to shed some inhibitions. To bond with her first and so far, only friend in LootQuest.

“Wanna share him?” she asked, and instantly felt her cheeks flush a deep crimson. The game’s graphics made her embarrassed blushing very visible.

“Oh? You’d like that?” Adrian grinned. He kept the anubite pinned against the wall. “We should share the manticore. There’s more to enjoy, I think it’s a hermaphrodite, and this little guy…”

He turned towards the enemy again, with a wide, hungry grin.

“He’s my snack,” Adrian said, breathily, and sunk to his knees in front of the struggling jackal, who flailed, trying to push the much larger male off him. “Aren’t you?”

Iris looked at them, and then at the manticore. Though as defeated and dead as anything in this game could be, it was still moving, still warm and twitching as the serval approached. Sure enough, between its legs it had two cocks – one leonine and the other reptilian – and behind the heavy balls, a puffy little slit.

She sat down to wait, and with how weak she still felt after cumming her brains out, it was a welcome relief. If not for her barbarian friend, she’d have had no chance, but at least now she could reach into the chest and actually pick out the scroll from earlier. Deftly, she unwrapped it, and once again passed an intelligence check to make the glyphic writing congeal into real words.

The jackal barked and struggled as the bigger wolf engulfed all of his cock in one greedy inhalation. He was squirming, clearly oversensitive, but Adrian didn’t seem to care in the slightest. He had his prize and Iris could tell he was going to enjoy it before sharing the bigger beast with his her, and so he sucked, visibly savoring the taste of musk. Iris watched him drool around the shaft as he let out a whimper of his own.

It was the first time that Iris had seen that side of him, but big and dominant as he was in combat, it appeared that sex quickly revealed another part of him. One that he seemed to finally be willing to let Iris see.

He was relishing it, Iris could tell, with the jackal’s shaft no doubt leaking precum onto his tongue, and all his senses inflamed by the manticore’s venom. He sucked aggressively, bobbing his head up and down all the way along the anubite’s cock until the jackal was begging for him to stop in some unfamiliar language. But Adrian didn’t, not even when he slumped back, so overstimulated that he couldn’t even keep his balance.

Iris watched, sneaking her hands to fondle at the manticore’s bestial cocks herself. They still twitched in her hand, which excited her. She’d never seen someone give a forced blowjob before, but watching the enemy melt under Adrian’s affections while also watching Adrian himself whimper and slurp with abject happiness around that sizable, knotted jackal-knot was rather intensely erotic.

The moment that the jackal reached orgasm was very obvious. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he whined, his entire body tensing as the already overwhelming sensations consumed him completely. Adrian gulped eagerly around his no doubt throbbing and jerking shaft, eyes closed as he savored the flavor of his cum, and probably the dominant position he was in, too.

His own cock had left a little puddle of his precum underneath him by the time the jackal’s struggling ceased and he, much like the others, slumped back and then slowly slid all the way to the ground, with the wolf’s mouth still around this cock. It wasn’t before he was flat on his back that Adrian finally broke the suction.

“Mh. I love doing that, but fuck me, I need some relief,” he groaned. Indeed, his cock looked painfully erect, both as a result of their little battle and the aphrodisiac venom. “Gotta say I wasn’t expecting that.”

“The one thing that can take down an overleveled barbarian?” Iris asked, while fondling the manticore’s cocks. One was ridged, the other smooth, and she was tempted to take both. Or maybe she’d just take the serpentine one and let the other grind against her clit.

“Well, my physical resistance is sky high. Lust resistance, not so much,” he sighed. A hand snuck down to squeeze his swollen shaft. “Did you find the curse-breaker scroll?”

“Yeah. Should probably use it before this,” Iris remembered, reluctantly letting go of the manticore’s cock and returning her attention to the scroll.

Adrian, meanwhile, couldn’t wait to get started. He had soon pulled the manticore to the center of the room and rolled it onto its back, leaving its pussy easily accessible and the two hard cocks pointing straight up. He wasted no time; at this point, he couldn’t waste any time, probably because, from what Iris could tell, his balls might literally explode thanks to the potent venom still in his system.

He rubbed his pointed tip at the beast’s cunt and then thrust, sliding into that warm, eagerly – or perhaps not so eagerly – twitching pussy around his cock. He let out a deep, satisfied groan, the kind all males did, knowing they would soon get the release their bodies yearned for. Iris turned her attention back to the scroll, wanting to join the wolf as soon as possible.

The serval finished reading the scroll to make sure it’d do what Adrian claimed it would. Then, she read a few of the words out loud, and finally – with a satisfying clatter – the cursed armor finally fell off her and onto the stone floor. The scroll disintegrated into her hands, but at least she got some lasting loot out of this whole experience. The little golden ring, which she, as she turned to face Adrian, slow-fucking the manticore, suddenly realized the purpose of.

It was a cockring. And she’d absolutely have the wolf try it out, since he seemed to like taking enormous risks.

But first, just like Adrian, she needed some relief. The orgasms she’d had with the armor on had been intense and pleasurable, but they hadn’t given her any satisfaction. So, seeing the manticore’s cocks bounce back and forth as the wolf rocked its body, she couldn’t wait any longer, and approached them both with a lusty grin on her face.

“Make some space,” she murmured, and then straddled the beast, still warm to the touch. “God, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Nnf, I can’t believe you’re doing it,” Adrian grunted, though he was starting to show that needy side of himself again, and blushed as Iris joined him. He held onto the serval’s waist to steady her as she lined herself up with those beautiful cocks, ready to be enjoyed, and then guided the serpentine, curved one to her folds. “U-usually, it takes people a while to get used to this.”

“Guess it just… nngfh- oh fuck, he feels amazing,” Iris groaned, interrupting herself by sinking deeply onto the chimera’s cock. Just as planned, the ridged, more draconic shaft was perfectly aligned to grind against her clit, and it made her shiver with delight. “Yeah, I don’t know.”

“I th-think it’s dominance,” Adrian replied. “Just making someone fully y-yours, oh fuck, I need this so badly.”

It certainly seemed that despite his bulk and dominant attitude, Adrian was very easily overwhelmed by pleasure, and the pleasure brought forth that submissive, needy, whimpering and very vocal side. Iris liked it.

She began to ride the beast properly, gyrating her hips and grinding her cunt against the rough fur around its bunched-up sheath. She, unlike the wolf, was getting more confident and dominant than anything the more pleasure built up. More shameless, more eager to take what she wanted.

And what she wanted now was to cum hard around the manticore’s cock. That, and she wrapped her arms around Adrian as the wolf thrusted deep into the beast’s puffy sex, and planted a passionate kiss on his open, panting mouth. His eyes widened in uncharacteristic surprise, and their tongues tangled purely because she forced hers into the wolf’s mouth, almost as if wanting to devour him while they both used the dead manticore.

When the kiss broke, it was to the sight of a single strand of saliva connecting the two perverted lovers, and Adrian reduced to an absolute whimpering mess by the surprise.

“Wha-what was that for?” he stammered. The manticore clenched around him on pure automatic reflex, even if the body no longer had a mind in control. “T-that into it…?”

“I’m into you, silly, and also this, yes,” Iris moaned. She could barely keep herself under any measure of control with how hot the pleasure in her pussy burned, her orgasm already approaching with each needy twitch or her hips and each instinctive squeeze of her inner muscles. She placed her hands on Adrian’s sturdy shoulders and dug her claws into his fur.

It almost made the barbarian squeak. He kept thrusting, raising the beast’s hindquarters, seemingly so he could thrust into it while as close to Iris as possible. From what Iris could tell, he felt like he was close to her beyond just physically so, and the feeling was very much mutual. Maybe it was because of the incredibly taboo sex they were having. Or maybe it was something more, but it wasn’t as if she could ask about it, not while he was a moaning mess of pleasure and awkward shyness. Maybe later, when he slipped back into his confident self.

Suddenly, Iris felt the manticore’s reptilian cock throb inside her. A faint splash of heat. It was very weak, but unmistakable nonetheless, a feeling any woman and quite a few men would recognize. An orgasm? Had the manticore just cum inside her? Was that even possible? She didn’t really know what deep-set instincts still remained, or what virtual neurons still fired inside the chimeric beast, but the sensation came with another heady rush of sheer dominance.

A very erotic rush.

Iris came, and this time it was a true, satisfying orgasm. Her back arched and she let out a yowl like a cat in heat, clutching at Adrian’s body as she shuddered in mind-melting pleasure, spasming and clenching around one of the manticore’s cocks and bumping her clit, repeatedly, against the other. Watching her cum was in turn hot enough to pull Adrian over the edge, too; he sank knot-deep into the manticore’s by now rather well-used cunt and erupted almost immediately, moaning and whimpering at an embarrassingly high pitch that Iris hadn’t heard before.

And as they came together, sharing that blissful, glowing moment of utter perversion, the two embraced each other in another kiss, this time sought out by both pairs of lips and both tongues at once. Their hips kept moving, ever so slightly, every instinctive tremor and shudder prolonging their orgasms as Adrian filled the beast and Iris did her very best to breed herself on its amazing cock.

She couldn’t say why it felt so wonderful. She had no desires like this in real life. But that moment with Adrian was dissolute while they both violated the defenseless manticore, rocking it back and forth like a ragdoll between the force of his short, knotted thrusts and her bouncing on that cock until her legs gave in, too tired to continue.

The immediate aftermath was a little awkward, maybe. Adrian took a long time to meet the serval’s gaze, and the both of them were blushing about what had just transpired. Then again, it meant that they were lovers now, as far as Iris was concerned, and should pretty quickly get over any potential shame about sharing as they did. But neither said anything, opting to simply lean against each other and enjoy each other’s warm presence for the longest time; long enough, in fact, that Adrian commenting on his knot shrinking again was the first thing to come out of his mouth.

Oh, right. There was that thing, Iris remembered, digging into her inventory again and grabbing something from it.

The moment Adrian’s cum-covered cock slipped out of the manticore – and came to rest with the tip maybe inches away from Iris’ much more animated entrance – she suddenly slipped the cockring onto him, pushing it all the way past his deflating knot.

“Um, what-“ he stammered.

“Well, it was in the chest next to the scroll,” the serval smiled mischievously. “Probably can’t be cursed.”

Adrian tugged on the ring. It didn’t feel cursed, but he also couldn’t pull it off because of knot engorging more now, with it doing what a cockring did. He sighed.

“We usually use these for currency,” the wolf sighed, and when Iris replied only with a wide-eyed stare that made her bewilderment clear, he continued. “You know, since the official currency is mostly worthless. Gonna be hard to buy anything with this now though unless you help me get it off!”

Ah. Hoisted by my own petard, Iris thought. Not that she really minded, the game seemed more fun when you picked up and put on everything you found and let it decide where you’d go next. If they hadn’t, after all, they would’ve never had this opportunity to bond and explore their strange kink of violating defeated videogame opponents together.

Underneath them, the manticore began to fade. That meant, Iris had learned, that the arena would reset the instant they left, and that they’d spent entirely too long in there already. Still, she leaned in to plant another affectionate little smooch on the side of Adrian’s muzzle.

The serval stood up, dislodging herself from the beast’s cock, and feeling her wetness and the little bit of cum that the manticore had managed to somehow pump into her ooze out. Right now, she really didn’t care much.

“I’ll help you with the ring later,” she grinned. “Should probably get out before-“

“-you do realize you’re naked again?” he pointed out.

Iris blushed dutifully as she pulled out her old set of armor, the one that wasn’t cursed, though she’d certainly keep the cursed set, too. Just in case she wanted to play as a glass cannon like the wolf.

For now, though, just as she was getting dressed, her real life alarm rang, loud enough that she could hear it through the numbing veil of the virtual reality she was in.

“Well, I guess it’s bedtime instead of more adventures,” she sighed. “Kinda wish I could live here, sometimes.”

“I do, too,” Adrian smiled. He returned the smooch, but planted on the serval’s forehead instead, as she quickly began the logging-out process. “I’ll see you later.”