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"Oo-oh fuck, it's happening again, I'm gonna- nnnnfgh!" Adrian howled as Iris spawned into the world, the weirdly and deeply sexual realm of LootQuest quickly rendering into existence before her eyes.

Oh, yeah.

After their latest adventure, they had found that the manticore venom that the hulking wolf had been injected with doubled as a curse, which meant it didn't wear off when you died. It was also an aphrodisiac that kept making him hornier and hornier, harder and harder, and extremely pent up, until he exploded so hard that he died.

Yeah, that's LootQuest alright, Iris thought, with a little bit of amusement, as she watched Adrian coat himself with every last drop of cum his virtual balls had in store, before seizing up and then going limp as his heart – or maybe mind – gave up under the overwhelming pleasure.

“Help. Me," he groaned, though it wasn't as if he was in actual distress. Death was almost always pleasant in LootQuest, though getting stuck in a loop like Adrian had could get a little tiresome. Still, the sight of him fading out and his cock staying almost comically hard did a good job in getting Iris rather tingly herself. Very tingly, in fact.

After a little while of getting acclimated to the weirdness of it, the serval had begun to see the act of virtual pleasure-snuff – they had no better name for it, because it wasn't quite necrophilia – as a kind of kink, a good way to use someone while they were totally helpless, and yet knowing that they were watching as disembodied spirits. Or they weren't, if they were NPCs, but Adrian, who she had gotten into a bit of a romantic, lewd tryst with after their manticore adventure the other day, definitely was.

They had agreed that they could use each other when they died, but there was always a bit of a mocking edge to it. They were still alive, after all, while the other was dead, and their body was now a pleasure-toy for the one left standing.

So, feeling her virtual pussy growing wet, Iris tugged off her armored panties, which she still thought were ridiculous, and climbed on top of Adrian's heaving body. He was probably dead already; the rest of the functions were just neurons controlled by the fading simulated functions of his body.

Which happened to be a very erotic thought for the serval. A good way to rub one out as Adrian himself called it, before getting the day's questing started. Of course, she'd have to save him sooner or later, and some preliminary research showed that the town trader – with his stall near the meat market – sold cures for exactly this kind of thing, even if his prices were rather exorbitant.

But the point was that she'd do that after enjoying her dead virtual partner's wonderfully erect and cum-slick cock, with a thick droplet of his seed still pearling at the top, a cock which she eagerly guided to her pussy's dripping entrance, and then sat down, easing the wolf into herself as she rocked her hips. She was acutely aware of what a pervert she was shaping up to be. Before LootQuest, Iris hadn't done anything more adventurous than anal sex. Now, she was riding her new best friend's virtual corpse, while grinning at the fact that the game was definitely forcing him to watch. It was all playful, even if Adrian might've been a little irritated.

“Don't worry, Addy. I'll find the cure- mmh, find the cure for you later. Just gotta enjoy you being all helpless for a little," she murmured, and then leaned down to kiss the wolf's nose. He didn't react, as expected, but he remained hard as a wonderfully realistic dildo inside her, and the serval's hips moved faster and faster as she raced towards a quick orgasm to take the edge off.

She had recently chosen a perk that gave her some damage – both physical and lust – if she had cum within a few hours. It was a perfect excuse to indulge in the game's twisted mechanics more often. It was named Orgasmic Power, too, which always made her smile when she looked at her character sheet. It felt like it made her orgasms a little more intense too, which was risky. If you came too hard in this world, there was a real risk of dying on the spot, and then having to watch the humiliation of whatever NPCs were nearby using her corpse.

Just like she was using Adrian at the moment, but at least in his case, he consented and enjoyed it, at least as long as he wasn't stuck in a permanent orgasm-death-loop.

“Almost there. Then I'll- rrrh- drop you off at the meat market while I find the cure, yeah. Yesss, god, your cock is amazing like this," Iris explained, ending her sentence in a clenched-teeth hiss. She bucked her hips a few more times, flicking a finger over her stiff little clit, and then came, moaning shamelessly as her wet pussy milked the wolf's cock for all it was worth, each squeeze intensifying the waves of her orgasm. She also soaked Adrian's grey-furred sheath in her juices, but that was fine, he'd be clean when he respawned anyway.

“Oh, there we go," she huffed, satisfied, and settled down with Adrian's cock still buried all the way inside her. “Okay. So, meat market. I was thinking they could use your body while you're still death-looping anyway. If you have a problem with that, just tell me."

Adrian said nothing, not could he. Iris smiled playfully.

“Thought you'd agree. I'll tell them to pick you up here while I go and talk to the medicine trader. He's probably going to ask me for some unicorn horns, but it's worth a try…" Iris monologued to her presumably intently listening friend.

If the trader refused or was too expensive, she figured she could probably sell sessions with herself, dead or alive, to the veteran players, and collect enough money that way. But the trader – who wasn't a real player, unlike the owner of the meat market – was programmed to offer dangerous deals for everything in his inventory. They always required the player to go out and really fight for some obscure resources, which he then traded for the desired item. Simple enough.

Before leaving, Iris wiped her snatch clean on Adrian's tail, giggling at the feeling of his soft fur tickling her slit. “Sorry, but we don't exactly keep tissues around," she smiled. The game, in fact, had no tissues at all, at least that she had seen, not even in player housing. Then, she barely remembered to put her enchanted, armored, and very comfortable rogue-panties that left just a tuft of her pubic fluff visible at the top, back on before exiting.

Exiting was, of course, done by teleporting. The housing had no doors, but she could approve others to enter it as desired. Technically, it belonged to Adrian, but they had decided to share what they had, and so it was also her spot to “sleep" while busy in real life, and thus gather “Well Rested" buffs to level up faster.

She reappeared in the middle of the busy town square. Thankfully, she didn't clip into anyone else. LootQuest didn't have telefragging like the shooters of old, but it was still a bizarre sensation to be inside someone else pseudo-physically. The game had a rather overwhelming buzzing sensation that players felt when it happened to discourage it, and it felt a little like every overlapping body part going numb simultaneously.

Well, the trader wasn't too far from that point. He was a fidgety old rat, just uncanny enough that everyone who met him wondered if he was a real player until he began to repeat dialogue, but – and Iris liked reminding herself of this – it wasn't as if some characters like the naga tutorial boss hadn't begun to show signs of some sort of semi-sentience already. Maybe the rat was too.

“Ah! Welcome to Old Whiskers' Boutique of Cuuures!" he called out as Iris approached. “What manner of cuuure do you require, madam?"

The whiskers that were his namesake kept twitching with every few words, as if scenting new opportunities. Iris hated talking to the guy, specifically because of the uncanniness.

“Manticore venom cure," she stated. “How much?"

“Ooh, manticooore venom is not an easy thing to cuuure," the rat crooned, stretching out the syllables in a way that made the serval's skin crawl. “But yes, old Whiskers has what you need. The cost, the cost, there is always a cost," he continued.

“What will it cost me?" Iris asked.

“Oh, not cheap. Not a cheap cuuure," he said, and then closed his eyes. Adrian told Iris that closing their eyes meant the NPCs were generating something new, like quests.

“Kobold eggs, blessed by the Scaled One!" he suddenly exclaimed. “Go fetch some from the matriarch deep below the city! In the caves beyond the sewers!"

Kobolds? That's not too bad. Kobolds were a trash mob, the kind of enemies everyone could kill at any given time, without too much trouble. Though there did tend to be a lot of them in an active nest.

Still, Iris felt confident in her growing skills as a rogue. She had even beaten a goblin in melee not too long ago, after some weapons training from Adrian.

“Okay. Hold that cure for me. I'll be back soon," she told the rat, who closed his eyes for a second before responding.

“I will hold the cuuure for you. Do not disappoint Old Whiskers!"

He still made Iris' skin crawl.

The next stop was the Meat Market, where players sold unlooted NPC corpses as lootboxes… allegedly. More often than that, it seemed that the real purpose of it all was to use their bodies for pleasure. They did also accept player bodies, though only ones stuck in a death-loop like Adrian. Otherwise, the respawn times were too short.

The big sabretooth proprietor greeted her with a wide, yet somehow filthy grin. Rumors said he actually ate some of the bodies he was sold, but nobody has seen it happen. Not that it'd really be any worse than all the things Iris had already done, herself.

“What will it be? We have some beautiful double-cocked snake-men in stock-“ he began, but Iris held up a hand to interrupt him.

“Friend's stuck in a death-loop. Adrian, the big wolf barbarian, remember? Manticore venom. I want to rent him out while I get a cure," Iris explained, and the sabretooth's grin widened.

“Oh. Ooh. That's good. Say, twenty gold per hour? I know quite a few of my customers would like to play with such a high-level body," he asked, with the kind of excitement that told Iris he wanted to play with Adrian, too. As top or bottom, the serval couldn't tell.

“Deal," she replied, and allowed him access to Adrian's house. “Keep him until I get back. Ugh, he wanted blessed kobold eggs, so that's… down there, isn't it?"

“Sure is," the sabretooth replied. “Not too bad a quest, though, at least if you enjoy wanking dozens of cute little lizards, ya know? Or getting gangbanged by them. Those kobolds, they got no sense of boundaries whatsoever! Just hold your nose until you get to the caverns."

Despite his lecherous personality, the Meat Market's proprietor was always helpful. It got him repeat customers, he said, though as he helpfully pried open a sewer grate on the market's land, it was obvious he was rather amused by the whole scenario, too. The smell was unthinkably foul, and Iris decided she'd simply rush through to the cavern entrance where the kobold nest was.

“Have a fun time down there! We'll take good care of your chunk of man-beef until you return!" he called out as Iris disappeared into the gloomy darkness of the city's sewage system. “No rush, though! He's got plenty of cock for us!"

So, bottom it is, Iris thought, as she pinched her nose and focused on navigating the disgusting tunnels. Thankfully, beyond a few easily dispatched slimes, even the enemies thought the area was a little too unpleasant to make a nest in.

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The caverns seemed to start from a hole blasted into the sewer wall. The smell of kobolds was immediately obvious, and after making sure that her respawn location was at the dungeon entrance, Iris pulled her sword and walked inside. This would be quick enough, she reasoned, that she didn't have to sneak. Kobolds were fairly weak, after all.

Unfortunately, Iris had forgotten that kobolds also loved setting traps. It was nearly a fetishistic endeavor for them, owing in no small part to the fact that adventurers often got caught in them, which meant the entire tribe got to have some fun. In her hubristic naivete, Iris didn't look where she was stepping.

One second Iris was walking through quiet caverns. The next, her world was flipped upside down by the snare around her ankle hoisting her into the air, and she was immediately swarmed by kobolds coming out of every nook and cranny, yipping and yapping in triumph.

“Ooh, hot-and-saucy cat lady!" one yipped, and then pinched her chest painfully as he tore off the serval's bra, leaving her breasts to spill out with an exaggerated, jiggling bounce, which the kobolds cheered. “Biiig tits!"

“Me first, I want to use her mouth!" another yapped, as they swiftly disarmed the frustrated rogue.

That's what you get, I guess. Time for another humiliating death-orgasm. Just you wait, you little bastards-

-ghlk!

One of them thrust his cock into her mouth, and deep at that, directly down her throat. Iris inhaled through her nose. One thing that had always amazed her, and would probably never stop doing so, was just how accurately sex – and everything that was part of it – was depicted in LootQuest. The cock plugging her throat felt perfectly real, like smooth, warm lizard-skin, alive and throbbing just as eagerly as the kobold himself yipped and yapped as he fucked her muzzle with almost mindless glee. His scent, too, was pungent but ultimately somewhat erotic, a wild lusty musk that coupled well with his cock squirting tangy precum into her throat over her tongue. And owing to the same distant canine heritage that made the kobolds yip and yap, he had a knot too, one that pushed against the serval's lips with each thrust.

The others around her were already rubbing themselves against her. None could reach her pussy with their cock, but someone's fingers were already sliding in and out of her. Initially, it “hurt" – in that distant, simulated way – but she found herself quickly growing embarrassingly wet, as if her body enjoyed being taken advantage of by an entire gangbang of kobolds. Yes, that was what you called a group of them, Iris told herself. A gangbang. And then she choked again as the one fucking her mouth thrust deeper, his balls covering the serval's nose and preventing her from breathing at all.

Somehow, she didn't feel terribly alarmed despite being so perilously close to death. It was just how this game was played. In fact, the thought of the horny kobold accidentally choking her digital body to death made her clench a little, the tingly feeling intensifying without even needing the fingers plunging into her sopping wet passage, or the other pair pinching her stiff teats and roughly manhandling her breasts.

“Ooh! The cat lady clenches when she can't breathe!" the throat-fucking kobold exclaimed, excitedly.

Do I? Maybe her throat muscles spasmed as she tried to breathe and couldn't. They had absolutely tweaked the sensation of asphyxiation in this strange world, too; there was no panic, not even discomfort, more like a slowly creeping darkness that seemed to make all her neurons fire with pleasure.

Was that intentional, or was it the corruption of the game post-abandonment? Either way, it was perverted, and it made Iris feel delightfully dirty as she felt her juices leaking from her pussy high above, down her belly, over her tits and even down the sides of her face. It was certainly working, and the serval played along, “desperately" trying to draw breath as she squirmed and thrashed as much as she could with weakened muscles.

One of the kobolds came, and she felt the slick warm cum splatter across her back. Another came, with a muffled cry, into his hand, and in less than a second that load was being fingered into her. The kobold growl-yapped something about eggs, but at point, Iris didn't care. It felt incredible, though, feeling that silky-smooth virile slime eagerly stuffed down her pussy with her having little choice on the matter.

She could feel herself dimming. And yet, the one thing that stood out in her mind, besides humiliation, as more and more kobolds coated her in their cum, was that she wanted to ask them to cut her loose and fuck her properly, on the ground, using all of her holes instead of just her mouth, so that she could at least cum herself to death, but that wasn't to be. It was with frustration that she felt the one in her throat throb hard, then erupt, a faint sense of liquid warmth pumping down her throat in heavy twitches of his cock. And at same time, the darkness slowly washed over her.

One mind-bending inversion of reality later, she found herself in the familiar external view again, waiting to respawn as she watched her now completely limp body get fucked, but only in the mouth, by the gang of kobolds. Apparently, none of them figured out that they could cut her down to get more use out of her.

Not that it mattered now, the disembodied serval sighed internally. She felt nothing but faint tingles and pent-up frustrated lust as she watched herself get reamed. She couldn't help but notice that her pussy was still twitching, milking another pair of scaled fingers, which was such a delightfully perverted detail that it made her want it more. She wanted to respawn, and pin one – or several – of the scaly little bastards down, and then ride them until they begged to seed her. Which she might let them do, or not, depending on how good their cocks felt.

“Yeah, I'll just have to take it out on you later," she said, though no sound came out. Only other dead players could hear her in that state. Ah, well.

She waited a few more demeaning minutes, as her body got increasingly coated in sticky cum, before another warping sensation respawned her at the dungeon's entrance, where she stood for a moment, regaining her bearings. Behind her, the horrible smell of the sewers wafted in through the broken wall, and the dungeon was quiet, as if she had never been here at all.

As Iris respawned, she found that her legs were still shaking, and it didn't before her thighs were again soaked with lingering arousal, with the armored bikini doing little to stop her from, well, leaking. It was somewhat funny, like some commentary on metaphysics, how her real-life arousal immediately stained the pristine virtual bodies she was placed into. Like a tainted soul that couldn't abide by purity, Iris mused.

Then she turned towards the cave entrance with a determined look on her face. Her eyes narrowed to slits. But this time, she sheathed her enchanted blades. This was personal now. Not that she hadn't enjoyed the gangbang, but having it done by kobolds of all things was demeaning, degrading, and debasing, and now she'd return that favor.

In spades.

Iris went into stealth, which meant simply activating an ability, and nobody could see her. She'd still have to be careful, but it made things a lot easier. She walked into the kobold lair, noticing that the snare she had stepped in had been prepared again, in the exact same spot, and stepped around it quietly. Iris recalled that the first kobold had popped up from behind some half-rotten barrels, and sure enough, the lizard was there again.

By the time he saw that Iris was there, she had one hand wrapped around his muzzle, and the other around his cock. Oh yes, personal. The cock didn't feel as big as it had in her throat, when it had been choking her, but it quickly responded to her touch either way, twitching and hardening against Iris' palm.

She wanted to say something demeaning, but it was already hard to keep the kobold's mouth shut so he couldn't alert the others. And it wasn't as if she needed to insult the kobold; he was already fucking her hand, what little willpower the lizard had disintegrating almost instantly as Iris stroked him. They didn't have much in the way of endurance either, which meant this would be quick.

But of course, it was hot. She liked how excitable the little males were. And sure enough, in just a few more pumps of his cock, the kobold stiffened and groaned, cumming embarrassingly fast into Iris' hand, and hard enough that he seemed to go limp the instant the first spurt of cum soaked the serval's palm. He gave a few more whimpers, followed by a few more weak twitches before the spurts slowed to oozing, and then collapsed.

One down, maybe a dozen to go. Just then, she had an idea. She picked up a little rock – the floor was littered with plenty of them – and tossed it towards the center of the room.

“Huh? Was noise! Noise from other cave!" someone called out in reaction, and soon enough a kobold rushed into the room. Iris grabbed him and pulled him behind the barrels, quickly stroking his cock until he also spilled his seed.

She had, she realized, found a winning strategy, at least for that room, so she repeated it, and was quickly rewarded with a pile of dead, twitching kobolds and her hands soaked with their cum. It was delightful; each time she tossed a rock, a kobold said the exact same thing – “Noise from other cave!" and rushed in investigate, at which point they were easy prey for the serval's rogue skills. She didn't even have to backstab any of them, they'd happily “stab" themselves to death using her warm hand! It made her feel rather powerful, and of course, rather a bit worked up.

“Huh! Was noise! Noise from other cave!"

Grab, stroke, squirt, next.

“Huh! Was noise! Noise from other cave!"

Grab, stroke, squirt, next.

Iris was frankly amazed that the kobolds managed to survive at all if they were that stupid, but she didn't mind. It made her job easier, and she kept doing it, despite her hand getting a little sore from having to squeeze around so many cocks. There must've been about ten, total, though she wasn't really counting. The smell of cum hung thick in the air, the wall was covered in it, and the pile of kobolds looked happy and satisfied in their waiting-for-respawn repose.

But then, after the majority of the cave had been emptied, no more kobolds could hear her distractions, so she reluctantly continued on – eyes glued to the floor to avoid any other traps – and arrived in another room. This one looked like a kind of warren, with plenty of dark nooks for the lizards to sleep in. Nooks that'd be good for taking care of her own needs, Iris realized, probably without being seen. There seemed to be two of them, here. One was asleep, and the other was lazily patrolling along the length of the room, both blissfully unaware that they were the only two kobolds left, minus their egg-laden leader.

She snuck into the niche with the sleeping kobold. The poor little thing must've been having erotic dreams, as his cock was already sticking out, and that solidified the plan that had been brewing in Iris' mind. She clamped a hand around the kobold's snout and pulled him up, pinning him against the warren wall.

“Looks like your lucky day, you get to make me cum," she whispered, watching her prey's expression go from alarmed to hopeful in an instant. Oh, the blessing of being a stupid NPC…

As long as he wasn't quite as quick to cum as the others, though, Iris knew she could have quite a bit of fun. She pulled her armored thong to the side and pressed herself against the kobold.

“Make a single sound and I'm going to end you," she warned her half-willing lover, grumbling as she realized she really should've taken care of the patrolling guard first, but the pussy wanted what it wanted, and nobody could pretend to be totally immune to their own worst impulses.

The kobold replied with a muffled yip, which Iris wasn't sure was meant to be a “yes" or a “no," but on the positive side, she didn't care. She had to lift the kobold up – he was small and light, like most of them, but well-hung – and pin him against wall while trying to adjust herself to fuck that beautiful, oversized cock. He throbbed in anxious anticipation, but, as Iris told herself, it'd be a much more pleasurable end than most other adventurers gave him.

Can I actually get pregnant here if the sex doesn't kill me? Should probably figure that out. Or just pull off before he cums. She had seen other players pregnant, so it was possible somehow, but was it a specific character build, or could anyone end up with a bellyful of babies or eggs?

Iris was, frankly, entirely too wound up by now to consider miniscule risks like that. It probably wasn't a mechanic in the game anyhow. She managed to get the angle right and impaled herself deeply on the kobold's shaft, stifling a moan as it sunk deep into her. And then she began to rock, grinding and humping against the kobold, who didn't seem to mind despite the cave wall looking none too comfy. For all the serval knew, she was probably fulfilling some weird fantasy of his, of getting fucked by adventurers, anyway.

He felt amazing inside her. Thick, warm, eagerly straining against her vice-like grip. She sped up her motions as she felt that glorious, warm glow of an orgasm rapidly sneaking up on her. Iris knew she had gotten worked up, but was this game's central kink really getting to her that much? She actually found herself blushing – but also, naturally, dripping like a leaky faucet – as she fucked the kobold harder and harder, a little pool of her juices forming underneath them.

Her legs trembled. She was close, no doubt, but then she felt the kobold throb.

Not yet, you little shit, let me cum first. She grabbed him more firmly, and fucked him faster and harder, desperately racing towards her own climax and trying to beat the kobold to it. The little lizards had almost no self-control at all. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he wheezed with pleasure, unable to quite pant or moan with Iris' hand around his snout.

“Don't you dare cum yet," she whispered to her small lover, while her hips moved faster and faster, churning her nectar into a froth as she fucked the kobold almost violently, forcing his cock as deep into her as it'd go.

And then she heard footsteps. The goddamn guard was approaching again. She froze, not wanting to be caught at such a vulnerable moment, but couldn't stop her pussy from involuntarily continuing to clench around the kobold, who stiffened, and then suddenly went limp, his poor, rapidly beating little heart evidently overwhelmed by pleasure. But Iris couldn't move, or the guard would hear her, and being heard and seen while naked would not be good for her career as a rogue.

So, she had to stand there quietly, feeling the kobold throb inside her, to that unmistakable rhythm. At least it felt good, demeaning as it was. But she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out as she was quickly inseminated. Iris could almost imagine the guard hearing the pressured spurts of kobold-spunk pumping into her, especially once he stopped just next to the sleeping-nook for one incredibly tense moment.

But he didn't notice them, and turned around quickly enough.

Iris realized that she had been holding her breath when little glowing dots spread across her vision, and let out a shuddering breath, as quietly as she could. The kobold was dead, though with his cock still lazily pumping away inside her. The overflow dripped down the serval's spotted thighs, and though she was deeply frustrated at not getting to cum, she didn't quite have the heart to cut the kobold's final moment of happiness short, either. So, she did the kind thing and let him finish, until his cock stopped those instinctive twitches, its duty done until the little monster's next respawn.

“If you were still alive, I'd have you eat me out," Iris muttered once the kobold's orgasm ebbed. But by now, she was fairly certain that she wouldn't get to cum at all in this dungeon. Adrian would just have to do the honors, later. The fact that these low level enemies – that she had lost to once, Iris reminded herself to avoid feeling too hubristic – were so easily overwhelmed by pleasure and killed by it was bothersome, though, because if it wasn't for their incredibly low amounts of “lust health" or whatever it was that cumming depleted, she could've given that kobold a good half an hour of use.

But she couldn't. So, the serval lowered the kobold, letting his cock slip from her messy embrace, and laid him back in the sleeping nook. It almost felt a little melancholy, but it wasn't as if he was sentient. Or a real person, at that; the kobold was just a cute, sexy NPC for players to have their fun with, unlike that naga she had met.

Or the Scaled One. He had to be sentient, right? If the boss characters had all been “blessed" by him and developed sentience, it only stood to reason that he had to be. But then, if so, what were his goals?

It wasn't the right time to ponder any of that. The serval straightened herself up and glanced out into the hallway. The guard was still there, performing his routine and unaware that everyone else was gone. It was time to get rid of him, too, and the serval's first instinct was to repeat the same strategy she had been using so far, but gods, surely she hadn't become that much of a slut? She had swords and daggers that'd make it so much faster.

Iris, with her hands covered with cum, reminded herself that she wasn't here to jack off, much less fuck, every single kobold, no matter how horny she got. Not that it was unpleasant, rather the opposite; she enjoyed it a little too much. But it was time to take care of the last of them the old-fashioned way. It was just one kobold, but she wasn't going to take any risks at this point, because stroking a dozen lizard-cocks all over again would get boring, no matter how hot it was.

She tossed out another little rock, and the instant it landed, the patrolling guard – this one had purple scales, which was rare and rather fetching, even if it meant nothing – ran up to investigate, saying something about caves and noises, as all of the others had done before him. The AI was incredibly predictable, but in LootQuest's defense, iris couldn't remember any game in which it had been otherwise.

She snuck up behind him, and then hooked an arm around his neck, putting him into a chokehold. The kobold gave a wheezing little cry, thankfully not loud enough for anyone else to hear, but Iris squeezed harder for good measure and pulled the struggling lizard into shadows with her, just in case she had missed anyone.

“Time to say goodnight. Don't worry, you'll respawn. Not that you know what that means," Iris muttered quietly. “Just means you-"

She felt something hard brush against the hand she had wrapped around the kobold's waist to pull him. He was hard, and also extremely well hung, clearly getting off to the sensation of being choked out. And his hips were moving, trying in vain to thrust into thin air to get off before everything went black, just like all of the other kobolds, except this one got excited before she had even touched his cock, merely from the sensation of being strangled.

Didn't know they gave the NPCs fetishes, too, Iris thought. Ah well, sucks to be you, little guy, but you're not getting a hand.

I think.

His cock throbbed, leaking clear precum down along the shaft. It looked rather sexy. It felt like a shame to not at least touch it a little bit, but… was she really going to pleasure every enemy here? It wasn't as if she owed them anything. The loot was the same, and the kobolds respawned either way so that the next adventurer could mow through them. Yet, somehow, it felt like the right thing to do. The little lizard was already starting to go limp as she choked the air out of his lungs. It wouldn't hurt to give his non-sentient binary brain a happy sendoff, would it?

Maybe there was some good karma in being kind even to digital lifeforms.

So, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, gave it a single smooth, loving squeeze. Her prey began to fuck her hand rather eagerly, a thankful wheeze escaping his lungs as he worked up a jackhammer pace, the slick masculine meat sliding between her soft fingers and its owner no doubt dreaming of breeding someone, or whatever it was kobolds wanted. In a way, it was endearing.

“Hurry up," Irish whispered. “I have other things that need doing."

Thankfully, just like all of the others, the kobold was prone to reaching his climax a little too quickly. In mere seconds, he came like a firehose, throbbing heavily in her hand in that incredibly erotic no-holding-back kind of orgasm. The first spurt of cum hit the cave wall at the opposite side of the room, and the next soaked the serval's fingers in thick, sticky white. She felt the purple kobold tremble in her grasp as he came hard before sputtering and collapsing back into Iris' arms with a blissful – and dead – smile on his face while his cock kept twitching, as if emptying out all the reserves, just in case a single drop might end up inside a receptive female.

It was rather hot to watch, hotter to feel, and for a moment, Iris almost wanted to give his spilled seed a new home, to mount him and enjoy those last few reflexive throbs inside her, just as she had with the last kobold. The problem was that it'd only leave her even messier and hornier, with little chance of having enough time to make herself cum before he went soft, but the idea was still alluring to her. Ultimately, though, the serval understood that she didn't have time for it. Well, she did, but leaving Adrian to be used for longer than necessary wouldn't have been very polite.

She dropped the kobold in the same sleeping nook as her previous overexcited partner and continued on. It seemed like she'd gotten just about everyone with the simple distractions, and she'd had fun doing it. That was the point of a game, wasn't it? A bit of wasted time in exchange for fun, though she still doubted that LootQuest's designers had coded that kind of fun into the game. Either way, now all that remained was finding the kobold matron and getting her “blessed eggs".

That probably involved making her lay them. Would orgasmic stimulation do, Iris wondered? Maybe a belly massage? She wasn't sure it blessed eggs were any different than regular kobold eggs, but maybe they'd hatch into dragons if left undisturbed.

She really had no idea. The cavern only led one way, though; deeper. It was an early game dungeon, so there was nothing too complicated when you weren't dumb enough to rush into kobold traps. Iris was still chiding herself over that one. A few empty corridors later – empty because almost all of the kobolds were in a pile where she had been stealth-“killing" them, the serval happened upon a larger room, decorated with the furs of animals she had never seen before.

In the middle of it was a throne made of bone and seemingly scrap metal, and on it, sat a very heavily pregnant, naked kobold with green scales and a rather ostentatious headdress made of the same materials.

“Ah, the slayer comes!" she exclaimed. “I suppose it's inevitable, every time someone needs my eggs. But…"

The pregnant matriarch thought for a moment, and it struck Iris that she didn't behave like the other NPCs, but more like the naga she had met in the tutorial dungeon.

“…at least you gave them all happy endings. Every last one. Such kindness is admirable, I think," she added. “And it's not like they're gone permanently. The Scaled One has given us this blessing, one among many."

Iris stared at the kobold leader. There it was: that uncanny level of self-awareness where the character knew they respawned, and could perhaps have some level of abstract thought, but still believed the game to be the real world. Iris didn't really have the heart to tell her otherwise. She looked happy, with her enormous, swollen belly, and the belief that the mystical dragon-god – the final boss of the game since launch – was looking out for her.

“I need your eggs. Some number of them, anyway," Iris replied. “To save my friends."

“Why not?" the surprisingly eloquent kobold mused. She groaned as she stood up, gesturing towards one of the furs laid out on the floor. “One might consider it sacrilege. But each time I wake up from dreamless slumber, the Scaled One fills my belly anew, so what harm is there in sharing his blessing?"

She waddled over to the furs, and then sat down again, spreading her legs. Other than the headdress, she wasn't wearing a scrap of clothing.

“You could cut me open. But you chose to pleasure all of my underlings," she grinned. “So perhaps you could extend to me that same treatment? Carrying all these eggs each time I wake up makes me so… needy."

Another pause. Iris weighed her options. “How do I get the eggs out of you with pleasure?" she asked.

“Oh. Yes, I suppose you wouldn't know," the matriarch grinned. “Intense pleasure induces laying. Yes, I might die… but what does that matter when a new life awaits when I open my eyes?"

Well, I've already jacked off everyone else in this dungeon, Iris thought. Her hands were still sticky with kobold cum, at that. And she was bisexual, so the sight of the matriarch's puffy slit did give her a twinge of arousal. She hadn't managed to cum while forcing that one kobold to fuck her, and it felt like the last time had been forever ago. And so, she had an idea.

“I'll pleasure you if you pleasure me," she suggested. “You're not the only one feeling needy."

“Perhaps you should've gotten caught in one of our traps," the kobold replied with a cheeky smile, totally unaware that Iris had done just that. It was like she thought. Uncanny self-awareness, aware of her own rebirth but perhaps not that everything reset.

Iris took off her rather revealing clothes, though she was a little unsure of what she'd actually do with the kobold. Bisexual as she might be, she had little experience with other women, especially digital lizards. But bravely, she stepped forward and climbed over the matriarch, careful not to put too much pressure on her belly.

“Mm. Good choice," Iris heard her say. “But maybe this would be better-"

She suddenly grabbed Iris' waist and pulled her over onto her side. For a moment, the serval was worried that she'd been tricked and would have to go through the entire cave again, but upon noticing her reaction, the kobold matriarch laughed.

“Oh no, I know there's no reason to fight at this point. Besides, my bounty is endless," she crooned, and then, suddenly, her snout was between Iris' legs and her long, reptilian tongue was caressing her sex with feathery little licks that made the serval's fur stand on end.

“S-straight to the p-point," Iris moaned, but then, not to be outdone, she focused on the task at hand; stimulating the kobold into laying at least some of her “endless bounty", first by sliding her cum-covered fingers into her. It was surprisingly delightful; she had never actually played with another woman, and although the kobold was virtual, she was rendered with the same love and care for the carnal that suffused LootQuest. As such, her pussy clamped down around Iris' fingers just like a real one would. Her smell was a rather exotic spicy musk, one that made the serval want to smell it more. Or taste it, though for a moment she very much enjoyed the sweet rushing waves of pleasure surging through her own body as the dungeon's end boss ate her out. There was certainly an aspect of dominance to it, too, even though their act was fully consensual.

“Gonna lay your eggs for me?" Iris huffed, and then leaned in to let her lips brush against the kobold's clit. That piece of anatomy was just like it was on every other woman, despite the scales covering her body, and the effect was the same; the matriarch shuddered and moaned, wetly, into Iris' pussy.

“Keep doing that and I will," she groaned. “Scaled One preserve us; I forgot how much better other women are at this."

Not to be outdone, Iris wrapped her lips around the kobold's clit, fingering her rather eagerly, while having the same done to her until they were both panting and shivering with pleasure. It wasn't quite what the serval had planned to do when she got home from work that morning, but she was happy either way, with the matriarch's tangy spice coating her tongue.

It actually didn't take long before the matriarch was shuddering and moaning, and Iris felt her entire body tremble next to her, accompanied by a very noticeable clench of her belly.

“Rrf, it's… going to happen. I'll lay m-my blessed eggs for you," the kobold growled, and then pushed her snout flush against the serval's pussy, wet with saliva and juices, to distract herself from the mixture of orgasmic pleasure and jarring discomfort.

It was surprisingly hot to feel the first of her eggs pop into her birth canal, just next to Iris' fingers inside her. In fact, the serval gasped at the feeling, but kept her composure enough to plant another wet kiss against the kobold's clit, which immediately provoked another egg-laying pleasure-spasm of both her sex and her belly. Each one pushed the egg further, while the matriarch gasped with pleasure, her nectar gushing out around the leathery egg.

It was breathtaking how detailed the game was, Iris thought, only to have her thoughts scrambled by the kobold's tongue suddenly pushing deep inside her, rather than merely dancing across her folds and clit. She moaned out, just in time for the first of the kobold's eggs to pop out. It was leathery, but the shell was quickly hardening, and it seemed to carry around it a deep ultraviolet glow. The blessing, perhaps.

But she had no time to ponder it. Her glorious, so-many-times-denied orgasm was finally approaching under the skillful ministrations of the matriarch's tongue, and Iris was just on the brink of ecstasy.

The matriarch's swollen belly twitched again as another egg left her womb. For a brief moment between surges of pleasure, Iris wondered if she'd be in her position, having let that kobold fill her. Probably not- nnngh!

She moaned out as she suddenly got pushed over the edge with a little touch of the kobold's tongue against her overexcited clit. Her entire body shook and shuddered, the serval thrashing about in the throes of a sudden, overwhelming orgasm. It was powerful enough that her entire body felt like it was spasming, glowing white-hot as the promised pleasure finally crashed over her very soul.

Iris could barely hold on. She felt like the world was upside down, that she was drowning in pleasure, and her pussy clenched and milked tirelessly around the kobold's tongue. Another egg popped out of the matriarch and Iris realized that she was still, somehow, managing to rub her, coaxing out egg after egg while she, herself, fought against blacking out from the pleasure. Was the kobold trying to kill her? She didn't stop licking, not for a second, as Iris' legs kicked weakly and she moaned in overwhelming ecstasy, unable to even breathe in.

“Stop," she wheezed, fully expecting that she'd been tricked and would respawn outside of the cave soon. But to Iris' surprise, the kobold did stop, easing off her clit while still grinding her own soaked slit against the serval's fingers. A third egg popped out. A fourth. Iris slowly caught her breath while rubbing the squirming, moaning kobold until she stopped squirming. Instead, she tensed up, and then, with a loud cry of pleasure, came, and hard. The fifth of her eggs almost exploded out of her along with her juices, her pussy squeezing hard around the sixth and last one.

“You don't stop," the matriarch groaned, in the midst of her climax. “Make me cum harder! Grant me another beautiful awakening full of the Scaled One's eggs! May he awaken us all!"

Iris didn't really need to be told. She jammed almost her entire hand into the kobold's squeezing passage, and she moaned out even louder. The serval's lips pursed around her clit, and her raspy tongue wiped over, reducing the matriarch's moans into wheezing gasps. The last of the eggs pushed past Iris' hand and popped out, and the sensation – and maybe relief – of that seemed to make her cum again.

“Keep one! Keep one of my- my eggs-" the matriarch screamed. And then she said nothing more, reduced to an unintelligible mess of twitching, trembling pleasure and juices. She looked to be in a state of rapturous bliss with her eggs laid, with both the relief of being emptied and orgasming, and perhaps – though Iris couldn't tell for sure quite yet – death. Death that she wasn't even slightly afraid of if so, convinced that the Scaled One's blessing had made it a trivial little chore.

And perhaps it was. After all, if she respawned several times with a belly full of eggs, of which even a few survived in the hands of adventurers, well. It meant that the kobolds would continue to multiply, perhaps outside of expected parameters within the game.

Iris rolled over onto her back, panting heavily, trying to focus her thoughts. Her heart was still beating rapidly, and her thoughts were fuzzy. She recognized that feeling of getting a little too close, cumming a little too hard, but the kobold had spared her. Maybe it was because she had been “kind" to all of her servants. Or maybe she viewed it as important that adventurers took the eggs with them, but for what purpose… she'd have to ask Adrian, and anyone else she could find.

Everything was quiet, and she rather welcomed that. It gave a chance for her to recover a little. Next to her, the matriarch laid, indeed expired and ready to respawn after Iris left. Would she remember this encounter, or did she only know that she came back to life?

Questions for another time. The serval brushed over the kobold's wet slit one last time, teasing briefly at the egg-stretched opening and enjoying how it clenched against her hand, before gathering the slimy but hardening eggs into her backpack. Each had that eerie glow, and there was a diffuse compulsion of sorts as she touched them, but a compulsion to do what? She didn't know, other than a vague desire to lay eggs, herself.

Maybe that's how the glitches and corruption spread, she thought, as she stood up on trembling legs and almost fell over immediately. A quick survey of the room revealed a little pile of gold – worthless, mostly, but she still scooped up a handful for good measure – and in the back of the room, the matriarch's own armor. Something with leather and crude chains, just as revealing as everything else. Iris stashed that away for later examination, too. Right now, she had to get back to Adrian, who had been cumming his brains out for hours.

It was probably time to fix that.

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With the eggs in a handy cloth sack, Iris returned through the cave – stopping briefly to admire the pile of dead kobolds she had left in the central room, who would respawn the instant she left – and then the sewers, holding her nose just as she had before. Upon arriving at the Meat Market through the grate, she returned to the rat merchant first and handed him the eggs.

“Oh yes, goood blessed eggs. Good for cuuure, too. And omelets," the rat crooned, fingers caressing the leathery, hardening surfaces, and with his whiskers twitching as they always did. Iris couldn't tell if it was serious or an attempt at humor. But he kept his end of the bargain; in exchange for all the eggs, except one that Iris didn't reveal to him, he gave her a little vial of purple liquid that she was to make Adrian drink.

She then returned to the Meat Market, while wondering what exactly the matriarch expected her to do with the “blessed egg" she had kept. The sabretooth only now noticed her.

“Oh, it's you? When'd you sneak out of the sewers? Don't tell me you succeeded that quickly; we still have half a dozen women who wanted to try your friend out!" he laughed.

“Sorry, not sorry," Iris responded. “My share?"

With a theatrical sigh, the sabretooth counted out a few cockrings and whatnot – the things that had become true currency rather than the official but worthless “gold" – and then nodded towards one of the little rooms off to the side, where the currently dead wolf was having his near-permanently hard cock ridden by a rabbit, who seemed to be the spellcaster type.

“Oh. Hi. I'm almost done. Mm, wish we all had friends like this stud," she giggled upon seeing Iris.

The rabbit smiled at her, with a little bit of lust – the kind of expression that said she hoped the serval would join in but didn't dare ask – but she also seemed somewhat sheepish or self-conscious and didn't say much else, instead continuing to pleasure herself while the serval waited. Adrian would have to drink the potion when he respawned… probably. The rat hadn't specified, and all the rules of LootQuest were so strange that it could've, really, been anything at all.

Iris also couldn't really blame her for taking her time. She, herself, had been riding Adrian to get off just before dropping him off, after all. Soon enough, with a shuddering but quiet orgasm, the rabbit finished up, took a moment to catch her breath, blew Iris a kiss, and then left her alone with her best friend's body.

“Time to wake up, sleepy. Otherwise, I'm gonna use your cock too," she spoke, knowing that Adrian was probably listening. “Did you know the kobold matriarch is kind of sentient too? She knows she respawns, and thinks it was the end boss who blessed her with that ability."

Adrian, as expected, didn't reply. Until his body suddenly disappeared and then reappeared seconds later with a frustrated yet very satisfied look on his face.

“Please tell me you found-" he whined as he began to swell up again, and was interrupted by Iris handing him the vial, and miming drinking it. “-thank the Scaled One, like all the NPCs keep saying, I've had enough orgasms for a year-"

Adrian downed the purple liquid in one gulp, and instantly his cock began to soften again as the warm glow of the antidote flushed the manticore venom from his system. With a deep sigh of relief, he wrapped his arms around Iris and hugged the serval tightly to himself.

“Thank you. And no, I didn't know. But I knew that the other sentient NPCs all worship him. Maybe we should start grinding for that fight…"

“Yeah," Iris whispered. “I think the Scaled One might be sentient too. The kobold matriarch said that he 'awakened' her."

“I dunno if that's actually part of the game, my head's a little… fuzzy," Adrian chuckled apologetically. Well, he had been cumming and respawning for hours now. “But yeah, definitely a good idea to gear up, then. At least start the main questline?"

“You mean you've never done it?" Iris asked. “But you're like, way high level."

“Yeah, but you… well, you don't really play this game for the story, do you? Until now, anyway," Adrian laughed. “Oh, gods, I need to sit down."

Sitting down for a while seemed as good a suggestion as any. Though it had felt like an eternity, time in LootQuest flowed a little differently than in real life, and Iris had only been underground for a few hours. That left them with plenty of time to actually play the game together. But the trust that had now been proven – that either of them would go out of their way to help the other – would certainly assist them in their endeavor to conquer the game.

And, naturally, to have some fun while doing that.