Dirty Games and Dirty Minds 5
Perhaps Luxor is getting too warmed up to the idea of being fucked in a game? … Naah
Dirty Games and Dirty Minds 5
Perhaps Luxor is getting too warmed up to the idea of being fucked in a game? … Naah
Luxor groaned.
All day at work had been difficult for him. And finally, once he got back into the game, he was bombarded with requests for dungeons and mini raids. Still, he was one of the top Tanks. As such, he had been given priority on the loot as long as he followed the requests and helped most newbies with their guild runs.
Guild runs that were starting to get heavy on him as, for the fourth time in the evening, he was handling the same boss to help people catch up with the new update.
And yet, as the Barbarian tanked the hits, blocking or avoiding the hits, there was one thirst that remained.
“Bored, too?” asked a voice, right by Luxor.
“Y-Yeah,” grunted the Barbarian, receiving a hit from one of the large Felines that were to be tanked during that fight up until the timer was done and they were replaced by the burly Cyclop that served as the main boss. “You too?”
Shadow didn’t answer but nodded, then glanced over his shoulder. They were the only two on the frontline, handling the combat while the newbies were chanting and casting.
Technically, Shadownight was among the last to reach the new zone from the previous update. The Ninja was an excellent and rich, but he was a loose cannon and a shifty presence… At least, that was the consensus Luxor adhered to until recently.
“I got a good tip. And a good friend among the Empire. Wanna try something tonight?”
“Something something. That’s what you mean?”
“Dunno, something to help with your tension. Unless you want to lose the fight?” chuckled Shadow. “Pretty sure your sanity is low enough you can get bad ends, no?”
Bad ends.
It somehow explained why Shadow no longer put any effort into raiding. The guy was a monster of a DPS, but whenever they were on a new fight with a monster that seemed to fit his tastes, he made no effort and let himself die.
Sure, he moaned and complained about his rig in guild chat, about how he had a hard time logging back and respawning. But… It was a lie.
“Yeah… What? You think we could?”
“Make errors, let ‘em take some hits. We’ll say we’re tired,” chuckled Shadow, like a devil on Luxor’s shoulder.
Shoulder Luxor looked over to see the newbies. So far, those guys had been pretty useless during the fight. He’d done most of the damage with Shadow despite having a five-player composition.
And it wasn’t by a short margin. More like the two DPS in the back were doing no effort, expecting the free loot while the healer looked as tired as Luxor from the carry run.
“Fuck… Let’s do this.”
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**Luxor the Conqueror. Barbarian Level 99.
Sanity: 32/100
Oral capacity: 42 | Anal capacity: 78 | Fertility: 2**
Permanent Debuff: Penis Reduction I
“Bad bitches should be punished! Bad! Bad!”
Luxor moaned as he felt the sausage-like fingers dig into his asshole and that wide tongue digging into his mouth. Whenever he tried to take his breath, Luxor was forced to gulp down so much saliva that he was feeling almost drunk from it.
But it was probably worse for Shadownight, whose gulping echoed within the large cavern.
The instance was made to represent the dungeon, but simplified, with only the boss room to load. And that boss was happily enjoying the two men who led their group in a team wipe just so they could have some dicks.
“Fu-Fuck,” moaned Luxor, his eyes rolling. “We can earn gold that way, too?”
The answer wasn’t forthcoming, but instead came in a direct private message.
“No! U lose sum xp and gold, but gain reputation.”
“Reputation for what?” grumbled Luxor, only to be silenced when the Cyclop’s tongue delved into his mouth and filled it with saliva. The more the scene kept going, the more salty and luscious the big Cyclop’s saliva was. The more tempting it was, too, to let him have his ways with those burly fingers that dug everywhere they desired… And mainly in Luxor and Shadow’s holes.
Though again, the aged Ninja was happily choking on the Cyclop’s cock, not even trying to be quiet in the way he had to abuse his throat and almost asphyxiate himself to let that enormous uncut shaft deep into his throat.
Luxor had no doubt Shadow had trained for this so much that his current stats would be in the triple digits. And the Barbarian did not doubt that, under the Ninja’s tattered clothes, his friend was in a worse state than he was.
Even now, Luxor remained in his cage.
No, more than that, he’d accepted the request from the Commander and fulfilled the quest to shave his testicles and asshole. It felt strange after that time, but the breeze grazing his glabrous ass and nuts was something else. As well as the touch when the Cyclop’s fingers dug inside that stretched asshole to stretch it further, adding a third finger that made the Barbarian wince and suck up that tongue more.
To swallow that saliva, the Monster kept giving and giving, while seemingly driven to an orgasm through Shadow’s actions.
Then, as if in a reward, the Cyclop began to huff and his chest lifted. It didn’t take long, only five minutes, in which the Cyclop had milked one ejaculation out of Luxor.
Five minutes in which he humped, rolled his hips, and fucked the Ninja’s eager mouth until a flow of chunky and steamy cum was pumped directly into Shadow’s stomach. A flow the Ninja happily accepted while having his hands dancing on the Cyclop’s low-hangers, massaging them and lifting them whenever the abdominal muscles pulled.
And… A few moments later, the boss of the dungeon sighed. He exhaled, throwing his head back while he sat on his makeshift throne as the “King of Beasts”.
The Boss almost dropped Luxor, too. And the still impaled Barbarian hissed as the sudden thug until he managed to hang onto the Cyclop’s shoulder and finally… Ended up on his lap, grunting and closing his eyelids.
The Cyclop seemed to be frozen in place; even his nametag was gone in that moment. And with a swift movement, the Ninja was back on his feet, his mask covering his features and his shifty attitude.
Though, the first sound that came was so croaky, Shadow reached for his throat. Something strange in a full-dive MMORPG.
“We can leave, we’re done,” said the Ninja, though eyeing the naked Cyclop who hadn’t moved at all.
“We’re not kicked this time?” asked Luxor, scratching his head as he pulled the fingers free from his asshole, definitely feeling and enjoying the sting from his gaping entrance.
“Not at all. It’s a repeatable instance,” commented Shadow, stretching his neck. “Just that it costs experience.”
“Experience like… Level? Like… Negative experience?”
“Wait? You never noticed it?”
Luxor blinked, then added Shadow approaching, waving his hand.
“Pass your finger on your XP bar. You’ll see a red spot appear.”
As indicated, Luxor noted that five percent of the total bar was covered in red. Something almost surprising when he was two-thirds of the way to the level one hundred...
“That’s… A penalty?”
“Experience penalty. You can reduce it by gaining experience in normal fights or through some scenes,” said Shadow, leaning close, though the Ninja was looking a tad pudgier?
“You could have warned me! Plus, I might have lost everything I won tonight!”
“No. It’s just a penalty. It's a portion of your experience each time. There’s no problem with it.”
“Even if the whole bar is covered?”
“That’s… Another problem!” said Shadow, shaking his head and raising his fingers, summoning his own control window.
“What’s the problem if it’s full?!”
“Tataaaa!”
With a press, Shadownight was gone, and the Barbarian was naked in that room, facing his XP bar. Another window appeared, requesting to start again or leave.
Something Luxor picked by leaving the instance.
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“You’re late, Whore.”
The Soldier’s voice was rough, brutal, and cruel. It was of one petty man who’d never had much pleasure in life until now. Until, between the Minotaur’s legs, there was one Barbarian currently worshiping that massive equine cock and those black, greasy testicles.
With his face rubbing against the genitals and his mouth opening to suck on the skin, Luxor was doing his best to please the Soldier and ensure he would give him that daily quest.
Enough… That Luxor even began to slurp on the cocktip, swallowing the precum directly offered by the urethra while having his fingers dancing on the pouch.
“Sorry. I was busy,” grunted the Barbarian, whispering right to those hefty testicles.
The truth was he wasn’t busy. More like he spent one hour inside his house, trying to message anyone who had been in contact with Shadownight to see if they knew much about the restricted adult content and its experience penalty.
In some cases, he got a positive answer to the first question. But nobody answered the second. As for Shadownight, he blatantly deflected any questions by asking Luxor if he wanted to farm a few “dungeons”.
So far, that experience penalty kept titillating the Barbarian even as he continued to suck on the Minotaur’s cock, digging his fingers deep inside the sizeable orbs… Enough for the large bovine to huff and moo.
“Busy? A whore like you isn’t busy. You were frolicking with lesser males. You shameless bitch,” scoffed the Soldier, nudging Luxor’s testicles with one hoof and making the cockcage click against it.
It was no longer the same cockcage as before. Instead of a lion’s face, the cockcage now had the face of the Emperor etched on the cage. An evidently bovine face, much like the high-ranked Minotaurs. But it had something else on it that the Barbarian couldn’t pinpoint, even when he removed the cage to examine it.
“I was busy,” moaned Luxor, whispering again to the flared cocktip, guiding it with his hands to his mouth as he began to impale his throat on the cock and already felt something greasy, heavy, and salty, drip inside his throat.
Minotaur Cum consumption: Resisted.
Luxor looked at the window, then returned to the cock, mulling while sucking on the shaft with the method he’d learned. His jaw and teeth minded, Luxor straightened his back while going on all fours. He aligned his mouth with the cock and… Advanced. Advanced as the massive organ stretched his throat, making it bulge, and he felt the organ progress deeper inside him… Yet, with no end.
No… The towering Minotaurs were far too big for him to take one in his mouth fully, but it didn’t mean the experience was somehow exciting for both. And a good way to pull Luxor’s mind away from that penalty bar that continued to grow as he submitted to that Minotaur.
Then… With a huff, the Soldier relented. His arms uncrossed, his face relaxed, his eyelids closed. And one meaty hand held onto Luxor’s head while weak thrusts forced the Barbarian to mind his breathing and reflexes. Weak thrusts that were still going to the Barbarian’s deep ends, making it feel like the Minotaur’s cock was capable of pushing through the other side.
And then… It was done.
The Soldier grunted, pulled free his cock until the flared and veiny spire was glistening with a mix of saliva and cum… And he smacked Luxor’s face with it.
“If you say so. But your mouth is too good to pass up. Whenever you’re late, the troops are nagging me,” grunted the Soldier, smacking and wiping his grimey cock against the Barbarian’s lips. “You still want to work in the trough?”
“Yes. Let me in. You won’t be disappointed.”
“Urf… Fine.”
With one hand, the Minotaur pulled his skirt down, covering his shaft as it shrank back inside the sheath. His dismissive attitude and hand were completed by the apparition of a quest window for Luxor, who stood up and brushed his knees.
“I’ll get going.”
“Be quick. Or the Empire will punish you.”
With that, Luxor stepped away, still licking his lips as he sent the quest window away. He knew the content already; he already knew what he was to do with it. Repeatable quest.
It was one of the rare few allowed to grind the reputation within the Empire.
Most were grueling fetch quests, forcing you to explore the new continent through and through.
Kill one hundred monsters, get the proofs, and bring them to an officer. Or merely talking to a dozen essential dignitaries and answering their questions.
In comparison? Luxor only had to do one quest to get twice what the other would pull each day…
And that quest was easy as he strolled through the military city. Most soldiers eyed him with interest, while they would scorn other players. And some even smacked his posterior, though no player could see it unless they had activated the adult content.
The place was bustling with players and NPCs, some of whom were fighting due to an error in selecting an NPC and attacking them instead. Sometimes, an aoe was sent Luxor’s way as he went from the barracks at the city center to the edge, where the slaves of the Empire would be held.
The trough.
That was how the place was called, which reeked of fluids and sex, when Luxor approached one tent and entered it, loading into another instance. One that wasn’t… Empty.
“You’re late,” commented one low voice. Another farmer like Luxor or Shadownight. The automaton-like Mage was already on all fours, his face coated with fluids while standing above a trough that was to channel all sorts of fluids down to the slave pits.
“Don’t tell me. Even that damn bastard told me, and I had to give him a quickie so I’d get the quest.”
“Seriously, he noted it, too? The NPCs are getting smarter with each expansion.”
With a growl, Luxor slipped his gear into his inventory, instantly going naked except for his recently silver-pierced nipples and his cockcage honoring the Emperor.
Then… Like a pig or a pet, he went on all fours, his knees scrapping against the rocky soil.
“Come here, you bitch. I’m sure you’re hungry!” laughed one of the Minotaurs in front. Today was Minotaur, though it could have been Gnolls, Humans, or any race that formed the bulk of the Empire.
“I’ve got a Bull, you want to tag team, Steel?”
Steel had quite a long name when he started the game. Since then, the Automaton Mage had his nickname changed to Steel… Fitting for his body, which was made of steel and aluminium, giving him a human shape except for the lacking nose, glowing one eye, and missing cheeks.
“Fuck… I’ve been at it for hours. I only pulled Humans,” mumbled the Automaton, slipping away from his spot to approach Luxor.
The pulls were random, but Steel, another of Luxor and Shadow’s friends, always came here for one thing.
And it was that meaty, throbbing, and veiny shaft that popped between the two. The flared cock, enormous and tempting, was like a spire. Or a log, length-wise and width-wise.
Something that would break someone’s jaw IRL. But not here. Not the Barbarian’s nor the Automaton’s. The latter of which was the first to open his mouth and usher the organ inside.
There was no gargle, but the faint wheezing sound from the Automaton’s machinery grew while Luxor descended and went for the Minotaur’s testicles, covering those orbs with licks and kisses that were all meant to worship and love.
Praise be those cum-churning and heavy testicles.
“I am still searching for that XP penalty. I don’t know what it is, and nobody has an answer to give me,” mumbled the Barbarian, kissing and passing his tongue along one bulging vein, teasing it. Then, he returned with his fingers touching and stroking. “Each time, they tell me they don’t know, ask Shadow, or its a secret. Did you find anything?”
As he asked, Luxor glanced in Steel’s direction.
The Automaton’s eye remained wide open, though the lenses were unfocused. The jaw, artificial, trembled from the inner pistons fighting for and against the reflex of closing down.
Steel’s fingers, even his fists, were closing on nothing, on sheer air, while that minotaur spunk was pumped inside his machinery.
Without cheeks, that cum was going all over the Automaton’s face, all over his naked shoulders, over his large and reinforced torso… And to his facsimile of a cock, forged to have the exact representation of the Emperor on that small and limp cock.
A mocking sight, one that was still getting repainted in white and fluid, while the Automaton seemed to relax and appreciate.
Even for Luxor or Shadow, who were often focused on pleasing their partners, Steel was at another level. He was lost, completely enthralled by the moment of worship and pleasure. And there was not even a notification, nothing, coming from the Automaton until the Minotaur sighed and started to thrust inside the Automaton’s mouth, rubbing along the smooth and rather articulate fake-tongue. Or penetrating that throat, an artificial plastic-like tube from what Steel had described.
Either way, the Minotaur was enjoying the fucking as those testicles smacked against Luxor’s face, hitting his nose, his chin, his lips whenever he tried to go for a kiss.
And soon, the Barbarian had to give up and watch the Mage getting facefucked, the face held, while on the sideline, unable to resist the appeal and sight of the Automaton going entirely limp when abused by a strong minotaur.
In… Out… In… Out.
The boulder-like nuts smacked against the fake lips and the missing cheeks, against the chin, coating the metal with sweat. The thunderous hits filled the tent, though none of the other soldiers seemed to care as they waited for their turns. And then… As that Minotaur finally stopped and sighed, seemingly busting his nuts, Luxor got the notification he’d pleased one of the ten needed Minotaur for today’s mission.
It wasn’t his own feat, but it was still counted from his pool of NPCs when Steel’s face was pulled away, with cum all over the place… And a gurgling sigh emanated from the Automaton.
“Ah. Thank you. I was craving Minotaur cum.”
One day, Steel explained that as an Automaton, his character wasn’t able to enjoy meals: everything tasted bland in the game. Unless he threw his character away, he couldn’t find anything pleasant to eat.
Up until now. Up until the Automaton was eagerly collecting the cum from his features, from the steel fingers, from his armature, to rub it against his tongue and moan.
“Should I let you have your turn with them?”
“No, no. Have your fun, too,” said Steel, shaking his head. “But I got… Something for you.”
Luxor stopped as he was about to ask for an NPC to come. Sadly, he’d already made the motion. The second Minotaur soldier already grabbed him by the head and smeared that face with the precum from the sheath while Steel spoke.
“I got the information that if you are filling the bar, you get a new class. I’m not sure if the information is correct, but that’s what I was told.”
“Hrphhh?!”
The moment Luxor tried to look at Steel, it was to have that cock forced through his lips, through his throat, down his stomach… And to feel the Minotaur happily fucking his face, without a care if he could breathe.
The Barbarian tried to push against the Minotaur’s legs, to free himself. But the grip was too powerful, holding him against that groin when he heard Steel move around.
“I’ll get going. Good luck with your mission. I still need a few more moments before I unlock my bad ends, too!”
Luxor couldn’t answer in words. And though a small “See ya” notification was sent, the Barbarian remained locked and throatfucked by that bastard of a monster, unable to peel free while another dose of cum was stuffed in his throat.
Minotaur Cum Consumption: Failed to Resist. Cum Addiction unlocked.
**Luxor the Conqueror. Barbarian Level 99.
Sanity: 27/100
Oral capacity: 62 | Anal capacity: 88 | Fertility: 2**
Permanent Debuff: Penis Reduction I