Dirty Games and Dirty Minds 7
New class, new reputation, new… Places to visit?
Dirty Games and Dirty Minds 7
New class, new reputation, new… Places to visit?
“Aren’t you the nicest whore in town?”
The coo was lovely to hear, practically a purr to Luxor’s ears as he felt the spines rub against his asshole, promises of pain and pleasure.
He couldn’t stop rubbing his posterior back against the cock, his asshole itching for more. No, his body always itching for more.
Whether it was his weightless balls, his unused asshole, his untouched cock, his unfondled chest. Everything in Luxor ached as he glanced to the right, to see Shadow sitting on the nearby tavern’s table and observing.
“How is he?” asked the Ninja, watching the Barbarian about to be fucked by a burly Feline mercenary coming from the unknown lands. Practically one of the few NPCs of his species, and the only one that wasn’t tied to a quest.
“Fuck… His purrs and his cock are driving me crazy… Fuck… But he should be more brutal.”
Even so, the Feline was already gripping Luxor by the nuts and pulling on them like crazy, using his palm to squeeze and press on the meaty orbs while happily enjoying the tense hole sucking on his dick.
But it seemed not to be enough.
Not when Luxor was smacking his posterior back against the NPC’s groin, narrowly sending the Feline tumbling down if not for the wide stance and the weight on Luxor’s back.
That and the security that protected NPCs during sex scenes.
So, without even skipping a beat or being bothered by Luxor’s abrupt push, the Feline was constantly purring in the Barbarian’s ears, gripping and squeezing his nuts like a stressball, and plunging that veiny and spiny penis deep within.
And Luxor? He smiled. Stupidly. Genuinely. Intently.
He smiled, letting the saliva drip from his mouth over his beard while not even noticing what Shadow was doing on the side…. Taking notes on an interface.
As if… The Barbarian was too lost in the pleasure of having his prostate massaged that way, his cock spewing and shooting on the floor after what was his third orgasm in a row. His breathing was loud and roaring, but he was far from being out of breath. Quite the contrary, as he seemed ready for more. More abuse, more fucking… And that tavern had quite the number of NPCs who were eager to fuck him. Or rather, all NPCs were eager to fuck him: from the one-armed Orc mercenary to the fat Human innkeeper, to even the shifty rogue trainer, rat-like, who eyed him.
They all eyed him down when he was naked, and every NPC, every player with adult content, could notice the marks that had been etched onto Luxor’s body.
And the gifts.
Luxor’s nipples remained as pierced as before. But on his lower belly bore, in purple, the tender branding of a womb tattoo. From the defined cervix to the womb itself, passing by the stylized ovaries, that drawing was complete.
And yet, not the only one, as his testicles, glabrous, were covered with swirling brands that designated him as a worthless whore. Yet, it was not only that. There were the Jacob ladders, going along the Barbarian’s cock and balls. There were the runes etched on the inside of his thighs, indicating he wanted a good male to use him. And the swirls that had also been added to his naked and hairless pucker, with arrows pointing to his vertically split, and cunt-like, asshole.
When he’d been out of the Forge, he’d noticed his new gear… And how, by exposing it, it affected all NPCs. It was like a cheat code that allowed any male NPCs to be attracted to Luxor, and for them to be eager to pay him so they could have a turn with him.
A turn much like the Feline mercenary, who had been no different once Luxor removed his armor and approached him, uncaring whether players were in the tavern. Nevertheless, they couldn’t see what was happening unless they had the adult content enabled.
And for those who did, they had a free spectacle they could enjoy as the Feline roared and pumped another dose of cum inside Luxor’s asshole before pulling back… And wiping his sticky cock against the Human’s asshole.
“Good whore. I’ll probably use you again,” purred the Feline, handing Luxor a plump coin purse that disappeared once the Barbarian received it.
“A… Pleasure working with you,” whispered back Luxor, grinning though sweat was all over his body when he straightened himself, passed a hand over his forehead to push the hair away… And approached Shadow, leaving a trail of cum behind him.
“That was enough info for you?” asked the Barbarian, sitting down right by the Ninja, right on the table… His ass was practically a whiff away from one of the NPCs, a human. And his plate of steak was right by Luxor’s asshole as that cum started to squirt free. Luxor squeezed on his swollen gut, adding some “sauce” to the meal.
And the NPC wasn’t even reacting to it, despite the large dollop of cum, from all origins, covering his plate.
“Enough info? Not at all,” said the Ninja, waving his window away and turning to Luxor, pulling down his mask enough to reveal his old traits and smiling back at the Barbarian.
“I’d like to make you an offer now that you’re no longer in the guild.”
“Urf. You’re not gonna mess with me about it?”
“Me? Nooo. It’s not like you had your fun with the dwarves, heh?” chuckled Ninja, giving an elbow jab to Luxor’s sides.
And Luxor growled. When he returned to his senses and was back outside, with a yearning and one hell of a hunger, it was to receive the message he’d been kicked from the guild. From what it seemed, he’d spent too much time in the Forge, enjoying the Blademasters, to the point he’d missed one raid and a few dungeon runs.
And the guildmaster wasn’t happy with his late performances. He took the occasion to kick Luxor and replace him with one of his friends.
Still, with a sigh, Luxor summoned a window. He was swimming in gold; his inventory was full. The sole question was… Well, the other stats.
**Luxor the Conqueror. Barbarian Level 98. Whore level 1.
Sanity: 9/100
Oral capacity: 107 | Anal capacity: 118 | Fertility: 7**
Permanent Debuff: Penis Reduction I, Whore Gear, Cum addiction.
That fertility stat. It was finally increasing, though he didn’t know why. Or rather, he had a hint, but he didn’t see why it had to increase now.
“Checking your stats? How’s your anal capacity?” asked Shadow, leaning to see what Luxor observed, though he couldn’t see it unless Luxor presented said screen.
“118. And oral 107. My sanity hasn’t moved. But I have that fertility that increases.”
“Oh, you can finally level it?”
“Can finally level it? You can level it?”
“Why, yes, indeed. You’d think it was here for nothing? No. There is a reason for it,” commented Shadow with a chuckle. “But that content isn’t as rewarding as the others.”
“It’s about… Fertility. And impregnation? But why would it increase when I’ve been bottoming for…. Ohhhh”
Shadow’s brows rolled and danced in that same mischievous smile while he leaned back, tapping the table and the cum on it… before collecting some and licking it.
So far, the NPC behind Luxor was still enjoying his mess of a meal, and the NPCs were back to eyeing the naked Barbarian.
“You should have been a mage with those smarts,” commented Shadow, giving another elbow jab. “But my offer is there. I’d like to ask for your help.”
“In what? There’s a way to farm an item, and you need another player? I won’t share the gains if I’m the one taking the dick!”
“Nothing like that! This time, it’s for us both. I’ve got access to… Well, the Imperial City. Do you want to join me there?”
“What? You can access it? I thought we’d have to wait for the next patch!”
“It’s not. Not for those with adult content. See, they’re testing some stuff in advance, and if you farmed the reputation like I did, they allow us to check the stuff in advance!”
“Whoa… That’s great! But how can I join if you’ve got the access?”
“Don’t worry,” answered the Ninja, waving his hand. “If I have access, I can share it with anyone in my group.”
“Anyone? Even Steel?”
“What does it have to do with Steel?”
The Barbarian tilted his neck a bit, scratching it, and then sighed, straightening his back and producing another spurt of cum from his gaping asshole. At that point, he no longer cared, and the sensation, the smell, the wetness were all familiar.
“We grind the reputation together, and we often share when we get Minotaurs. You know how hungry he is for Minocum.”
“True. True… I should try to recruit him, too.”
“Recruit him?”
“To our little band of friends,” said Shadow, smiling gently. “Friends who share our interests, but you’ll see. So… You’re in?”
“Sure! Let me grab Steel and we’ll go there!”
“Let’s do that in two days.”
-
“And that’s it?” asked the Automaton mage, his body covered with a cowl that made him almost look like a cultist. Something that was part of his appearance, once said Steel.
And just like Luxor, clad in his loincloth and harness, or Shadow in his full suit, they looked like the beginning of a proper group.
Though they were facing a dead end. A tunnel blocked by a massive rock.
“That’s here. It’ll be the passage to the next zone when the patch is up. But for the moment, there should be a trigger… here! Good, I have it!” said the Ninja, a pop-up in green, an odd color, appearing before him. “So. How would you like to go in? Sightseeing or… We go in naked and enjoy our hosts’ attention?”
The Ninja’s mischievous grin didn’t have to be seen; everyone got the memo. The slight laugh, the way he tilted his head, it was everything that told his two teammates what he meant. And Luxor wasn’t even waiting. He grabbed his gear and slipped it into his inventory, except for… Well, he put the cage on.
There, naked and exposed, the Barbarian had nothing on himself but the piercings… And a chastity cage was made to represent the current Emperor’s face.
Soon, he was followed by his teammates.
Steel, as an automaton, had no piercings nor need for a cage. Instead, his genitals had been carved to have the same representation on his tiny and limp cock.
As for Shadow, the Ninja was finally naked. And Luxor noticed the piercings as well as the same womb tattoo, and the markings he got over his hairless testicles. In fact, Shadow was similar to the Barbarian, if not for the leaner build.
“You went to the Forge, too?” asked the Barbarian, stretching and then going for his nuts, massaging them.
“No. I had another experience with a few bandits in the capital.”
“That’s the stuff you get when you get the penalty? You can get a womb tattoo? And what are those piercings?” asked Steel, butting in.
Luxor felt almost ashamed as he looked at his fellow Slut… And felt those cold, steel-like fingers poking at his skin, at his nuts.
“Remember when I was away for a few days?”
“Yeah? You snubbed me. But you repaid me so…”
“I was busy getting wrecked by the final boss of the Forge.”
“The three dwarves?”
“Yes.”
“How was it?” continued Steel, curious. “You were away for days.”
“They fucked me all that time. In the ass, fucked my mouth, used my cock, and made me experience sounding. I even spent hours with-“
“Hum!”
Shadow coughed and had his hand lifted, waving it towards the green screen. Yet, Steel continued.
“It sounds dreamy.”
“It was… Maybe you could do it, too. How’s your penalty bar and your sanity?”
“High and low, matter of fact. But not a full penalty bar.”
“Guys…”
“Sorry!” intervened Luxor, coming closer. “Let’s go, Steel. I’ll explain it to you when we’ve got the time.”
“Hmm… Okay! But if we see a Minotaur, I’m first!”
“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll see them,” chuckled the Ninja as he pressed one button and all three hit a loading screen.
The second after, they were hit by the sound and the smell of an active city. But contrary to what they’d see in the capitals and big cities across Endless Frontier, that place was devoid of players. Even then, the NPCs were going their own ways as the trio went through the streets.
The place’s architecture was militaristic to a fault, with everything built in sheer steel or reinforced with it. The tall watch towers were completed with enormous cannons that were manned. And the ambiance had that strange mix of tension and relaxation you’d only find in a city soon at war.
Above that, the place was… Full of all sorts of studs. No humans, since they were kept outside. But all kinds of Beastmen and other folks strutted around. Minotaurs, Centaurs, Merfolk, Gnolls, even Goblins. If most capitals were human-centric, that one almost felt like a call for the monsterfuckers they were.
Shadow was at the head, enjoying the lecherous glances while passing a hand on his waist.
“So, I’ve got a few places scouted out for you.”
“You went there in advance?”
“I knew you’d be all interested, but I had to know what kind of stuff they offered,” said the Ninja, not even bothered when a passerby scooped his ass and played with it.
Neither did Luxor when he felt a hand on his posterior and a breath upon his neck.
But as quickly, Luxor stepped forth and approached Shadow, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Then guide us.”
“Anything with Minotaurs,” added Steel.
“I’ve got the place.”
And by place, Luxor was surprised they weren’t going anywhere close to the barracks. Outside, the Minotaurs formed the top tier of the Hierarchy and couldn’t be found anywhere but inside keeps and forward posts, where they acted as leaders.
Yet, funnily enough, now they were swarmed by Minotaurs, the trio avoided them? They moved from the bustling streets towards less crowded avenues.
The militaristic architecture, the metal-covered grounds, the efficient shops and buildings; they steadily disappeared to be replaced by parks, manors, and a neighborhood that was more classy.
“Where are we going?” asked Steel, tilting his head as they progressed. Here, the trio was practically ignored by the guards.
“Somewhere you’ll like, Steel. I imagine you’re hungry, right?”
“… A bit,” mumbled the Automaton. He wasn’t hungry, but the addiction and the need for more cum plagued him.
“Good. Good. Because you’ll get it.”
Then, as they stopped at one domain gate, a guard intercepted them. A Gnoll in armor.
“Halt! Decline your identity and the reason for your visit!”
A glance from Shadow and a movement of the hands, and all three declined their names, only for Shadow to add something.
“We’re here to please the master of this domain, sir.”
“Urgh… Again? Fine. Go in,” said the Gnoll, opening the door and letting the trio pass through. Their walk through the gardens to the manor was short.
“What’s that place? And how do you know the trigger word?” mumbled Luxor.
“I told you I scouted the place.”
Then, watched over by the Guards, the trio strutted through the main gate. Then, they went to the right, following the Ninja through the maze-like corridors.
“How do you know that place?”
“It’s part of a future quest. You’ve got to convince this Lord to let you visit the Emperor, by force or blackmail. But you can convince him in another way,” said Ninja, passing an index over his fingers as they approached one door… Opened it… On a Minotaur stroking himself.
It was an old and gray-haired minotaur. Contrary to most of his kind, possessing fur that was colorful and saturated, that one looked like it was made of ashes. More than that, he was fatty, his horns oversized, and he was furiously masturbating over what was… A drainage grate placed at the center of a personal office.
The place was well-furnished, and most of the assets were new… But what struck the eyes was that burly Minotaur sitting on a metal chair, stroking himself and continuously cumming… And cumming… And cumming.
“Here we go, Steel,” said the Ninja, chuckling and pushing on the Automaton’s back, making him step forward, strip, and land head-first on the cum-covered grate. And the Automaton’s pistoning breath accelerated while that face rubbed against the cum.
“What? Who are you? Who let you in so I can punish them? I told them I don’t take guests for the next three hours!” huffed the Minotaur, stepping back and sitting on a chair placed by the grate so he could keep pumping and massaging that mast that was almost the size of his chest.
“We-“
“We are whores coming from outside, sir,” commented Shadow, interrupting Luxor while approaching and grabbing Steel by the nape the moment the Automaton stood up. “We were sent here to please you, sir. Here is an automaton that shall satisfy your needs as long as you desire.”
“He does?”
“I do?”
The Minotaur’s hearty laugh cut Luxor and Steel’s surprise as he stopped stroking and let his massive cock bob up and down, no longer restrained by his working hands. No longer stroking, the organ almost had a life of its own as, with each throb, it swayed.
That was then, Luxor noted the Minotaur’s testicles. He assumed they were a leather skirt… But now, he saw them for the two leathery boulders they were, partially covering the Lord’s legs.
“Three whores coming for me? And one I could peruse at my leisure? Tell me. Is that another trick from the Army Commandant to get me to increase their pay?”
“Nonsense, we-“
Shadow was again talking, his tone cold and collected like he was reciting a text.
But such recitation was to be stopped when, with a jump, Steel rushed and pressed his entire body against the sweat and cum-caked nuts to lick them. To swallow them, to worship them.
“Shit… I should recruit him,” mumbled Shadow to himself, though Luxor heard it.
The Barbarian kept quiet, knowing there was something strange. But as Steel began to worship and please the large cock, there was a sudden shift in the NPC’s demeanor.
The face relaxed, and the hand went on the Automaton’s face. And his lips formed a grin while he seemed to ignore Luxor and Shadow.
The old Minoaur’s entire focus was on the Automaton, stroking his head and pressing it against the cum-riddled skin the artificial tongue licked.
“An Automaton hungry for Minotaur cum. Wasn’t your kind made to ignore exhaustion and hunger, whore?”
The Minotaur’s expression then shifted for a second, like a spasm… And the grip on Steel’s head moved as he dragged the face along the covered testicles… Then along the shaft… And finally, with strength and his hands working, the Minotaur had Steel balanced on his lap while pressing that face against the gaping urethra.
“Shit…” mumbled Shadow again, waving his hand and summoning another green window screen, he began to type on it.
“What are you doing?” asked Luxor, still on the side… Though feeling a tad bothered or excited.
The Minotaur in front of them was using Steel like a mere fucktoy. He rubbed the Automaton’s face against his cocktip, against his length, the corona, the veiny mast. There was no end to it, and Steel himself was not even answering as he was merely licking, gulping, and taking in the flow of fluids that was forced on him, inside his mouth.
In comparison, it was akin to watching the Minotaur rub his cock against a rag. A cum rag that happily took in everything given. And Luxor?
He felt his cock stir against the cage and precum drip from it as he observed the old Minotaur grumble and moan… And finally. Stop?
The Minotaur’s grip stopped. No. Even his entire body stopped like he was frozen. No twitch, no eye movement, nothing.
Even his lips were locked in that same satisfied grin when Steel slipped from the grip and stood up, gripping his head.
“What’s… Happening?” mumbled the Automaton, a bit shaken by the way he’d been abused and mishandled.
“A little bug I reported. It should be fixed quickly,” commented Shadow, continuing to type and pass his fingers over the window, dragging something along.
“Fuck… Why did it stop?” groaned Steel.
“Why? Are you even okay?” asked Shadow, shaking his head. “He used you like a rag or a towel. It was not even sexual. It looked like it was buggy.”
“But it’s fine, I liked it!”
Luxor arched an eyebrow. And Shadow stopped typing… Before he pressed one button and sighed.
“Fine. Should it continue?” asked the Ninja, more serious than usual.
“Yes! I loved it. And I wish he could stuff me as long as he wants!” said the Automaton, his words speaking for his lack of natural expression.
“Well…”
One button from Ninja… And the Minotaur unfroze.
The eyes twitched, the hands opened and closed, the cock itself throbbed anew. And a hand locked around Steel’s neck, gripping him hard enough to make anyone choke if they were not made of metal.
“You tried to escape your job, little whore?” asked the Minotaur, scornful and eager to abuse Steel.
The Automaton didn’t even fight the grip. He had his hands on the Minotaur’s arms, but it was closer to holding onto him so he wouldn’t do any damage than trying to flee.
And soon, the Automaton was thrown on the grate, headfirst… Before a cock was smacked against his face. The Minotaur was practically kneeling over him.
“You’d better use your lips, or else I’ll have your owner break you and throw you to the slave pits.”
Without a need for more, the Automaton’s mouth opened again, and the front of his mouth, covered with lips, closed on it. From the side, with his open cheeks, Luxor and Shadow could see the massive cock throb within, slide against the tongue, and then down the artificial gullet once more.
And though reading an Automaton’s face isn’t so easy, it was perfectly easy to notice how relaxed the mage was through noticing the dropping brow, the limp limbs, the eye whose lenses were all over the white Minotaur.
Left on the sidelines, Luxor and Shadow saw, through the ministration, that a constant flow of fluids was pumped right into Steel.
With each throb of that cock, the underside bulged. With each pump and weak thrust, the bulge slipped forward before it disappeared in Steel’s mouth.
But more bulges were to happen, more bulges were forming in the underside. And yet, though it seemed from the Minotaur’s pleasant grin that he was satisfied, there was no end to this.
No end to the heavy testicles churning cum, being pulled, and for that cumflow to descend right into Steel’s mouth.
Steel, who seemed, perhaps from his artificial nature, fine. Fine after one minute. Two… three. Four. He remained as stuck, as enthralled as before. And the Minotaur, far from being tired of cumming, relaxed and threw his head back.
“Good whore. Finally, one that can take it,” even praised the burly and aging bastard.
“It won’t stop?” mumbled Luxor to Shadow, watching the naked Ninja feeling a bit tense and excited… And though, no different, Luxor felt a bit drippy between his legs. A drip, he confirmed with a glance down, seeing one blob of precum drop from the cage.
And… Well, he couldn’t even control his smacking lips when he heard Steel guzzling down that cum without even showing any signs of stopping, hurting, or even reaching full capacity.
“Maybe we should let him have his fun,” commented Shadow, leaning toward Luxor.
“You sure he’ll be okay?”
“If he’s fine after five minutes, he’ll be fine for the whole day. Plus, he looks so happy.”
Luxor grimaced a bit, watching that cock throb and bulge again, with that fat blob going down into Steel’s mouth. Some of it dripped on the side, but the Barbarian feigned ignorance as he nodded.
“Fine. What’s the deal with that Emperor?”
-
Once outside the domain, Luxor couldn’t help but glance at the Manor.
“Really? He’ll be fine?”
“For the third time, yes,” said Shadow. “I sent him a message, and he can still leave the instance if he feels like it. It’s not locked or anything.”
“Are you sure he won’t get stuck there?”
“I’m more afraid that it’s you who will get stuck there. How was your outing with the dwarves?”
Luxor scowled and frowned at the remark. No, he even pouted as they advanced, and he followed Shadow outside the domain. They turned right, then followed the road as they did before, away from the city’s entrance and further into the nobles’ district.
“Is he far?” asked Luxor, finally breaking the silence and letting his arms hit his thighs, ignoring the passerbys observing them. Mainly, they were guards strutting back and forth or keeping watch at an entrance. Sometimes, it was servants, Gnolls or other Beastmen. Finally, they approached what appeared to be a palace.
The towering structure was made of white marble, with striated colonnades surrounding it and an advanced pediment that brought shade to the entrance, which reminded Luxor of the old Greek temples.
But different, twisted, with steel underlined behind the colonnade and the windows made of stained glass like Gothic churches.
It looked old, curious. Luxor and Shadow approached it, uncaring until the structure’s sheer size hit Luxor. That place was almost a four-story building. And yet, as they approached it by the main entrance, no guards stopped them.
No… All the guards remained frozen in place.
“What is this?” asked Luxor, tilting his head while watching the overly decorated Beastmen standing watch with their glassy eyes.
“You don’t want to see the Emperor?”
“What? The Emperor? You can visit him? I thought he’d be untouchable,” commented Luxor, silent for a moment, then shaking his head. “Should we do something to access it?”
There was a scoff from Shadow, and a green window handwaved, then more buttons were pressed while they ascended the stairs leading under the pediment. More guards again, but none that seemed to react as the double door leading inside were flung open.
“Après vous.”
Shadow’s grin wasn’t feigned. And had that malice that made Luxor raise an eyebrow as he approached the door and… Was hit with a loading screen.
But a second later, he was inside the structure, which resembled a temple almost exactly. Red mats everywhere, statues of the Minotaurs everywhere. It was intriguing… And imposing with the sconces dangling everywhere, the martial ambiance, the distant sounds of fighting from training soldiers, and the eerie chants that came from nowhere.
“What’s that place?” mumbled Luxor, glancing over his shoulder toward Shadow.
“It’s supposed to be the instance when we meet with the Emperor if we side with the Empire. Or when we fight it in a new dungeon, if you stayed on the ‘right side,’” explained Shadow, air-quoting.
“But where is the Emperor?”
Luxor’s index pointed right to the Emperor’s throne, draped with red, stamped with the Empire’s sigil in gold. But it was empty. No one sat on it, no one was around. No, more than that, they were in the Palace, but there were no guards inside, nothing.
“The instance isn’t finished yet,” continued Shadow, approaching the throne and then jumping on it, sitting. “There should be a grand presentation with a long cutscene showing the Emperor revealing he knows everything about the players’ presence in the capital. It’s all to be climactic before he gets beaten, and then he flees.”
“That’s… Uh. That doesn’t seem so great,” commented Luxor, crossing his arms and stomping around. One step further, and even the air felt… Empty. No scent, no feedback, nothing. Entirely artificial.
Then he stepped back, glancing at Shadow, who had been explaining all the while.
“It’s not the finale. They’re planning for the final patch to add a raid. The ‘good side’ will fight to reach the Emperor while going from wing to wing until they beat him. And then, the betrayers will have the opposite, where they’re fighting to get to the head of the invasion force.”
Still, Luxor grimaced. He wasn’t so interested in the lore, especially when it started to add politics.
“And right now?”
“Right now? They’re finishing that mini dungeon and the city. It should take a few weeks to clean up and add it to the beta server. Buuuuuut?”
“Buuuut?”
“Do you want to see the Emperor? Or feel him?”
Shadow raised a finger, summoning again a green screen, toying with it.
“You can do that?”
“I shouldn’t. But I can. Plus, it’s a scene you’re sharing with your teammates. Hehe.”
“Should we ask Steel to join?”
“Please, he’s too much into that Minotaur’s cock. Let’s go. Let’s try the Emperor!”
“Urgh… Fine.”
“Yes!”
With one button press, Shadow chuckled. And everything faded to black.
When it returned, Luxor was hit with the sensation of soreness all over his body, like he’d been beaten. One second later, and he understood he was in one of those bad end scenes. Except, this time, he didn’t have to fight the boss.
As he looked up, he saw not an empty throne. But a Chimera was sitting on it.
The Chimera’s head was closer to a Minotaur’s, but the body itself explained why said Minotaur’s head had a mane on the representation. Beyond the typical brown-furred bovine face, the Emperor’s body was closer to a feline, with a muscular but lean body. The arms and hands were elongated, ending with sharp claws. The lower legs ended in hooves, though portions of the thighs were covered with scales on the front. And the tail of the Emperor was entirely covered with dark scales, too, ending with a snake-tail.
And again… There was that size, that presence that made Luxor wonder if there was any Minotaur or any member of the Empire as tall as the Emperor.
It seemed not. Perhaps it was merely to show he was a boss, but the result was impressive. As much as watching the Emperor’s open legs and that sheath from which sprouted… Two spine-covered penises. A sight to behold… One to make men gulp. Especially Luxor, as he was to see the Emperor’s genitals.
To see those low-hanging testicles practically before him.
And Luxor was almost driven to approach. To crawl on the floor, ignoring Shadow standing by his side.
“Come closer. Face your fate. Traitorous whores,” said the Emperor, his voice almost scolding as he reached his hand forward. And one window appeared in front of Luxor.
A pink one.
**Will you submit yourself to the Emperor?
>Yes >No**
“Oh, uh… Shit. You should ignore that one,” said Shadow’s voice in the back.
But Luxor pressed the button. Yes.