Dirty Games and Dirty Minds 3
Is this the gold or the thrill that keeps Luxor going?
Dirty Games and Dirty Minds 3
Is this the gold or the thrill that keeps Luxor going?
“Fuck… Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Again!” shouted Luxor.
With his body covered in purple blood, the Barbarian continued to hack at the Creature’s belly, cutting through until even the guts were out and exposed. But even then, nothing. Not the drop he wanted.
So far, he’d gotten a rare sword, two armor pieces, and some claws and guts he could sell back at low-level alchemists. But nothing he desired, not even one ounce of that fabled “Hydra fluid”.
That thing was supposed to be from a low-level mob, or at least twenty levels under Luxor. But after farming for hours, he didn’t even get it once. And it was enough to make him scowl as he opened the guild chat.
**“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUCK HYDRAS!”
“Farming Hydra fluid? Tough luck, gotta buy it from the trading post.”
“I don’t wanna!”** replied Luxor, sitting on a rock while watching the blood splat and the ensuing scent slowly vanish in thin air.
**“Too bad. That’s the only way I got it. Must be too rare.”
“It’s 300000 ffs! cant pay. Anyone can help?”**
As Luxor checked the guild chat, there was a strange silence. No one peeping about the next raid or the preparation for the incoming update. Nothing while Luxor glared at the Hydra’s corpse. From what he’d found in the wiki, the Hydra fluids were an essential part for crafting a legendary double-handed axe. Something that would be swell and good to show.
But he’d been at it for so long, he was only missing one piece. Worse still, he needed three Hydra fluids. So he’d be saying goodbye to his balance if he paid the price on the trading post.
**“need help with the Hydra fluids?”
“U got some?”
“N but got a way to get it.”
“Not gonna pay those scalpers.”
“Nver said about pay.”**
Once again, Shadownight was odd.
But he was an oldie of the game and knew the ins and outs. Enough for the Barbarian to tap his fingers against his current weapon, growing old stat-wise, and glare at the message.
**“Nothing nsfw?”
“Si señor! It’be nasty.”
“What do I need?”
“Take poison resistance elixir, small and big.”
“Fine. And where do I meet you?”
“Stay wher u are.”**
With a scoff, Luxor closed the chat and opened the trading post. He already had items to buy everything remotely. And one second later, a flying cat appeared from the sky and handed him the two vials of green liquid.
One was big with crystalline inlays. The second was a simple experimental vial. And he watched them, wondering as to why both when Shadownight appeared on his left in a cloud of smoke.
“You waited long?”
“No, it’s fine,” answered Luxor, showing the two elixirs. “Why the two?”
“So you can stack them.”
“Wait, you can?”
“Yeah,” answered the Ninja, stroking his neck. “Shouldn’t work, and you’ll get banned if you use it in raid. But the devs don’t care if it’s outside. Drink them up.”
Still, Luxor arched an eyebrow but followed the order. Uncorked, the vials’ content went down his gullet, and just as promised, his poison resistance buffs stacked.
He wasn’t at the promised 120% resistance, which turned any poison damage into heals. But it was beyond the 100% which meant he couldn’t be dealt any dots, and the damage was minimal.
“Done. What now?”
“You know what’s happening,” chuckled the Ninja, patting the Barbarian’s shoulders.
“… Urgh. Don’t tell me.”
“Monsterfucking time,” said Shadow, chuckling loudly.
“Fucking hell.”
Luxor stood up and followed the Ninja as they strolled through the forest. With Luxor’s carnage, it was to take time before the Hydras spawned, even in such an isolated corner of the map.
A time that explained, slightly, why the Hydra fluids were so rare… And why were the prices so high.
“So… Anyone in the know is farming them?”
“No. Not everyone. I farmed it for my legendary knife. But I don’t anymore. I know some who are milking hydras, they’re making a fortune.”
“But… it’s stupid. Why don’t the devs add the fluids to the normal loot table?”
“Because they see people are looting and selling it. As long as there’s Hydra fluids on the market, they won’t act.”
“So janky.”
“Say the one who saw himself get fucked by lizards. How many times have you farmed the place?”
“Uh… Four times.”
“Sheesh, your anal stat must be great!” laughed Shadow, smacking the Barbarian’s back while guffawing. And then stopping as they heard a large creature stomping around. “You got a few empty vials?”
“Uh… I’ve got six.”
“Sheesh. You should prepare more next time. But no time buying them, come close.”
Luxor rolled his eyes. He only needed three, not a whole store. Though the idea struck him he could get more vials later as he followed and snuck behind a bush, watching the beast nearby.
The creature was the typical Hydra you’d see in most other games: a quadrupedal beast, almost like a dinosaur with its low and quasi-stuck-to-the-ground body. But from that oversized torso would sprout the five heads that would roll, twist, look, and unfocus from moment to moment. Usually, when you were at the same level as those Hydras, you’d avoid them. But at high-level, you could rush through them.
And… yet, Luxor was feeling a bit squeamish at the vision.
“It won’t bite me?”
“No. I got this. But you’ll be the bait. I’ll handle the rest and collect,” said Shadow, opening his hand towards Luxor.
“What?”
“The vials. Give them to me. I’ll handle the fluids.”
With a growl, Luxor pulled the vials from his inventory and handed them to Shadow, before the Ninja strutted away.
“Wait? What should I do?”
“When you see the signal, you come in naked!”
Again, Luxor frowned, but as he was about to shout, he noticed the Hydra was sniffing in his direction.
“Dumb Shadow with his dumb ideas,” growled the Barbarian, still going about removing his armor. With his last bouts with the Dragonkins, he had trained to strip in one single sweep. And here he was, in his naked, hairy self. His dark hair covered most of his body, from his plump and muscular posterior to his chest… Even down to his pubes, he’d picked to fit with his current set of genitals.
He had a relatively nice cock, though he didn’t push the sliders as far as he could. And his low-hangers were practically grazing the grass as he squatted behind the bushes.
“So what now? What’s the signal? He didn’t tell me,” scoffed the Barbarian, scowling and pushing the leaves aside to glance at the Hydra.
For a moment, there was nothing. Then… As Luxor squinted, he saw a dark cloud from another bush, on the opposite side of the Hydra. Then, as if alive, that cloud spread further and closer to the Reptilian creature until, with that same strangeness, the cloud crept over the Hydra’s body, neck, and then… Forced itself into the creature’s nostril.
It tottered, growled, hissed, then roared. But the careful balance from the Beast seemed to shift and… Something pinkish appeared between those wide legs.
“Fuck it.”
With that expletive, Luxor jumped out of the bushes and faced the creature, in his prime and naked glory. Even at high level, he would be an easy snack for the Hydra’s multi-attacks. But… it didn’t rush.
The creature continued to cough and totter around, its five heads looking in different directions until they all focused on Luxor. The Barbarian gulped as, finally, the creature rushed toward him.
“I’m dead. I’m so dead,” he said, closing his eyes and praying for the pain to be quickly over and for his respawn to be quick.
But… no.
Sex Scene Initiating – Character locked
The Hydra’s teeth didn’t sink into his flesh. The terrible poison breath wasn’t burning his lungs from the inside. And that stampede wasn’t crushing his bones in many ways.
There was nothing, no danger, no pain. Only the funny and ticklish touch of the Hydra’s tongues rushing to lick the Barbarian’s body, licking and passing all over his hairy chest, his hairy pits, his happy trail down his pubes, even to his engorged but half-hard cock.
The Hydra’s tongues danced all the same, rushing over his body to collect whatever it desired. Fluids? Smell? Anything?
Still, the primal beast was diligent in its touch, passing those tongues everywhere. It even stroked the Human’s face, coating it with so much fluid he had to spit it out and scoff. But the Hydra wasn’t going for a kiss, primal and bestial as it was, much to Luxor’s satisfaction.
“Hrmph… Now… What?” asked Luxor, loudly, while the Hydra’s touch was between his thighs and on them. They touched the soft skin, explored, and then… With almost perfect guidance, the Hydra’s muzzle nestled between the thighs, under Luxor’s testicles, while the serpentine and prehensile tongue danced upward. It went over the perineum, further up… And without any preparation, it inserted itself within that needy and… well-trained asshole.
After so many runs with the Dragonkin, the entrance was as stretchy as it could be. It was perfectly trained, and though the cutscenes would never end with a Dragonkin fisting Luxor, despite Shadow’s precisio, he was certain he could take it.
Or so the Human thought as he huffed, feeling that tongue digging deep within his body and, in return, eliciting a warmth. A liquid no different in texture than the numerous cumshots provided by the Dragonkin’s entire clan. But with an artificial touch, even the barbarian could pinpoint. It was something… Chemical?
Yet, it wasn’t exactly poison since he was supposed to be immune to it.
But he could sense in the oddity of the heat, in how his asshole started to spasm without much stimulation at all.
It was forced, and a tad painful. Just a smidge of pain that was enough to remind Luxor of his muscles and sphincter.
More so when, with a huff and grunt, the Hydra forced its imposing torso against the Barbarian and, with that much strength, toppled Luxor.
“Oh… That’s it,” moaned the Human, unable to resist it while the Hydra’s tongue continued to play with his asshole. It squirmed up and down, stretched the entrance no differently than what the Dragonkins did. However, the sheer size was another unique experience.
If the Dragonkins’ tongues were a finger, the Hydra’s was closer to a fist.
And that fist was punching every spot, every place it could find in its wake.
“Fu… Fuck. It feels odd.”
“Yeah. It’s a poison. It should kill you, but your resistance is high enough.”
From where did the voice come? Luxor wasn’t sure. Wherever his gaze went, he didn’t see the Ninja. But Shadow was around if he spoke so clearly.
“It’s… Possible?”
“Janky game,” chuckled Shadow.
And Luxor nodded, then threw his head back while the Hydra’s tongue continued to play with his guts in a way that made the Barbarian’s body melt. His head went down, his licked arms went limp, same as his legs covered with saliva, or his nibbled torso.
All went down, except for his posterior, which was still supported by the Hydra’s head.
Another head slipped in, lifting the legs and spreading them. Then, there were the other heads, acting closer to hands than heads as they gently bit the Barbarian’s ankle to keep them lifted and spread while the Barbarian watched something else.
The head between his thighs remained locked. But the Hydra was coming closer.
The ground shook with every step. And for a moment, the Barbarian was feeling like he was about to be crushed, limbs and chest, by the massive legs. But no.
The Hydra was quite attentive to everything around, its many heads on watch. And with one large foot on either side of Luxor’s head, there was something else that smacked against his belly.
Another large cock… One that was similar to tendrils, if not for the soft spines coming from the elongated and thin cockhead down to the enlarged and sticky base.
“Fu-Fuck… How can they take this?”
“Crazy fucks, right?” said Nightshadow nearby, almost whispering to Luxor’s ear.
“Yeah… Crazy fucks.”
Still, Luxor was about to be taken by the Hydra.
Was to be taken by that monster that rubbed itself against Luxor’s body, delivering a steady flow of purplish precum. In the back of Luxor’s mind, there was the ping indicating he resisted the poison.
And another, and another.
The Hydra was leaking all that poisonous precum over his body, and far from making him sick, it left behind a sensation of wondrous warmth and numbness together. He wasn’t feeling anything. He wasn’t feeling his chest lifting and dropping, his guts clenching. And when some was smeared over his legs by the Hydra stepping back, the tension within them was gone.
Remained, then, the slight satisfaction from the Barbarian as he sighed and sensed that cock roll, twist, and tried to rub against his testicles. Then, against his thighs, then his backside.
The movements were tedious, with the Hydra’s heads poking and sniffing around. Even the one between his thighs, who had been tonguing him, participated in the effort as it sniffed his legs.
But after enough time, that cock was at the entrance. The elongated tip was practically nudging it and then… The Hydra went in. Steadily, slowly. The tendril-like cock moved with purpose and… Steadily, Luxor felt his guts being filled by that enormous cock.
He scoffed, he coughed, though. But his guts were full, and the pressure within was mounting, building up, creating a presence in his lower intestines that was to spread higher… And higher… And higher.
“S-Shit,” he moaned, going to feel his stomach. But that time, with some eerie effect, he was not feeling anything twisting and adapting to his organs like the Dragonkins’ tongue did. This time, it was… It was like he had no guts.
Like his entire self was a hollow tube. And within it, the Hydra advanced without waiting. The Beast was grunting too loudly for it to be merely penetrating. Truth was, Luxor was already feeling something warm being poured inside his guts.
Something that was… Way too consequent for him to take it easy.
His hands still on his stomach, he could feel the spines inside and then… The fluid pumped within. Warm, probably dense and sticky. It was much. So much fluid. But the Hydra continued to step forward, that massive cock following the same pace and advancing within Luxor’s reshaped guts.
It advanced, and each time, it went higher… And higher… And higher. It went beyond the navel. Beyond the stomach itself.
The bulge was practically at his lungs’ level. And yet, the Hydra was showing no signs of stopping, and the Human was coughing, heaving, wheezing from the pressure inside that made all breaths shallow.
“H… How can they take it?” coughed Luxor, his hands on his chest as he felt something in the back of his throat, and each sputter was saltier by the second, taste-wise.
But Shadow was not answering. And the Hydra hissed in return, almost like an order for the Barbarian to shut up. Which he did, closing his eyes and enduring the pressure that continued to build up and up.
But even then, even when the Hydra’s groin was finally rubbing against the Human’s buttcheeks, there was… Nothing else. No cocktip leaving by the other side. No cum dripping from his lips. Nothing like that, despite the flow that had continued its course into Luxor’s body to the point of making his stomach bulge obscenely.
Then, at the apex of that penetration, with the creature’s groin rubbing against his asshole, Luxor felt… The shot. The cumshot.
It was different from the mere flow. This time, it was a flood that was making him feel like he would burst. His breathing turned into dry heaves. And those perfect abdominal muscles were practically flattened. There were no traces of them by the time the Barbarian’s guts went rouder and became so taut, it was as if he were pregnant for eleven months.
But it was no child, only the Hydra’s cum that seeped through the stretched entrance with such pressure it was like a hose.
Above, the Hydra’s muzzles contorted in pleasure. And the one that had been between Luxor’s thighs was gone, too. The neck outstretched, all heads pointed in different directions, while the Hydra’s stubby legs stomped on either side of Luxor’s head, a few inches from crushing it.
The Hydra was climaxing. And it was not pretty.
Not for Luxor, who watched the flailing heads smacking together, as if a seizure hit them. Neither for anyone who could see it from the outside perspective. It was a mess: of cum, of hits, of defiant grunts from the Hydra until it was to stop.
And stopped it did.
Even if it was after five minutes of such a pitiable spectacle.
The Hydra came, and with many more cries, from Luxor and the Beast, it pulled free. Even with the numbness and the pain limitation during the sex scenes, Luxor hissed from the spines poking at his inner walls as well as the pressure applied to his rim as the cum continued to pour free like a cascade.
A cascade of such intensity, Luxor was starting to wonder how much he’d taken in.
He watched, observing that beast’s cock, longer than two aligned legs, slip free from his guts with ease. And he scoffed, huffed, shook his head.
His jaws dropped when Luxor finally saw that elongated cocktip go free and slip back inside the Hydra’s slit, he was stunned.
He had taken this?
How much cum was still inside him for that flow to push outward like that?
Even when the Hydra was stepping and stomping away, Luxor remained a mess with the spread legs and a thunder of slurps and suctions coming from his rim, trying to hold back against the tide of cum from his guts.
“Fuck… How’s that… Possible?” moaned the Barbarian, still glancing down at his belly that remained round and showed no signs of going smaller.
“Glitch limits,” said Shadow, patting the Barbarian’s head. “Even if they stuff you with gallons, you can store them. Nobody coded an upper limit.”
“G… great. I’m a fucking… Cu-Cum-tank. Get… get the fluids!”
“Not yet, friend. Squat, it’ll be easier.”
“Wh-Why? I’m practically gushing like a fountain girl,” squirmed Luxor, shaking his weak legs.
“Do it,” ordered Shadow. “Or I won’t get the fluids.”
“Why… does it have to be so shitty?” growled Luxor. Though in the end, he relented.
With his belly so round, every action he made was comparable to a stuffed hen waddling. His feet kicked up. Then, with his legs, he pushed on the grassy ground and turned, rolling until he was on his belly. Then, as it happened, as the Barbarian’s whole weight went on his guts, the roar from his gushing asshole became louder. And more painful.
Still, he gritted his teeth and lifted his head, chest, torso… Up until he was dry-heaving on all fours.
“Not… Enough?”
“Can’t you do more?”
“I- I don’t think so,” moaned Luxor, feeling the tremor shaking his legs and arms. Even keeping that position was challenging. Sweat poured all over his face, caking his face and chest. It stuck everywhere, even on his stomach as he growled… And felt something brush against his asshole. Fingers. Soft fingers.
“The-The fuck?” shouted Luxor, feeling Shadow’s fingers on his asshole.
“Let me enjoy this,” chuckled the elder Ninja, his face revealed. His traits were gaunt, his eyes bearing the marks of sleepless nights. His beard was unkempt, scraggly. But his lips smacked as he approached it to Luxor’s asshole and… kissed it. Kissed that asshole without any remorse or fear.
“Oh yeah… that’s the stuff,” said Shadow, sucking on Luxor’s gaping and gushing rim.
Whenever the Barbarian’s inner walls clenched and closed on the fluids, there was a tidal flood of musky and potent cum hitting the Ninja’s face. And as much as the liquid dripped all over Shadow’s face.
The huffs, grunts, and moans. The slurping, the chugging, the gulping. They echoed within Luxor’s ears while the Ninja’s tongue happily wagged and danced on the rim. It traced the circle, it titillated the wrinkles, it played with the inner side of the rim to pull it out further. And then prodded it inward while teasing and enjoying the constant gush of cum that smeared all over the Ninja’s face and chest, over his clothes, and all over Luxor’s posterior, thighs, and genitals.
A chaos of fluids, a flood, a musky torment that was hitting everyone’s nose as the flow seemed never to stop. That gut remained as full and swollen, as if the Hydra were still inside. But it was… Easier. Somehow easier for the Barbarian to stand up and finally, with wobbly legs, to squat.
His hold on his body was weak, imperfect. But enough for Luxor’s hands to leave the ground and his knees to point outward, the legs spread. And for his fingers to go over his round belly, over the reddened skin from the stretching incurred by the cum inside. And then down, down to his raging boner pressing against the skin and rubbing against it.
He found it needy and more demanding to grip. Nonetheless, pleasant to toy, to touch, to stroke, with his cocktip smearing precum against his hairy belly while enjoying the contact of Shadow’s tongue going inside his hole, and sometimes the fingers as if they scraped for something, or directly attempted to tease his prostate.
The result, in the end, was the same whether it was willingly or not; his prostate was teased. Luxor was as hard as he could have been in real life. And it felt so good, he couldn’t stop stroking his cock. He couldn’t stop having it rubbed against his belly, even if, through minutes of felching, the volume decreased. And so the stimulation on his spurting and tense cock decreased, even with his palm dancing on the tip to stroke and rub it.
It seemed harder to get anything from there, even with his squeeze going as hard as he could… And his strokes were so fast it would have produced some chafing.
But no ejaculation.
No cumshot. No orgasm. No abyss in which to drop except when Shadow was digging with his mouth and fingers.
“D-Deeper, Shadow,” moaned Luxor, saliva dripping over his already coated and swampy beard and face. He begged, his face contorted with that stupid, pleased grin.
He tried to look over his shoulder, but the Ninja’s face was too low. And only a portion of it, cum-covered was visible.
But the loud guzzling remained the same when three digits dug inside the Human’s asshole, playing with the stretched rim, and then rubbed the prostate.
“Fu… Fuck, more!” cried Luxor, his spit flying and his face contorted by the blissful sensation. Even his eyelids closed as his sphincter began to close-up and tense, trying to hold onto the three fingers to halt them.
A reflex.
One stupid reflex that led nowhere except in a crescendo of sensation from his sensitive inner walls pressing against the Ninja’s fingers. And the applied strength from the Ninja following such crescendo with strength and purpose.
One that was to milk Luxor of an orgasm, of another shot.
And without waiting for the Barbarian to beg another time, a fourth finger dug in and… Squeezed the Barbarian’s prostate, sending him spiraling, crying, and shouting as he came on the floor.
Came… And came. His cock pointed upward at that moment, throbbed, while jets of white cum spurted free from it.
And the Barbarian was stroking it, even when the shots were already dropping in distance and volume. He kept stroking even when the cock went limp and shrank. He continued, biting his lips, while the pleasure from the felching Ninja and the dexterous fingers was unleashed upon his tenderized asshole.
He came again. He would cum again, that was certain.
And he did.
Thrice.
Thrice orgasms taken from him after being roughed up by the Hydra and then eaten out by the Ninja. Thrice orgasms in which his body was left battered and sore, his status window covered with alarms about his weakness debuffs.
By the end, with his status window covered with stacking debuff windows, all his stats in the red, the Barbarian slumped and fell forward, into a puddle of his own making.
“You… Got the fluids?” groaned Luxor.
“More than enough,” chuckled the already masked Ninja as he went around. His clothes were reeking of cum, much like Luxor’s body. However, he acted with much more control when presenting the six vials filled with white liquid.
“I got them. And if you don’t mind, I’ll keep three for me.”
“Two.”
“I collected them.”
“From my ass. Ass that hurts. You didn’t tell me,” moaned Luxor to the ground.
“Next time, you’ll level up your ass capacity. I’ll keep three.”
“Cunt.”
“But don’t worry, I got a new spot of farm for you.”
“G… greaaat.”
**Luxor the Conqueror. Barbarian Level 98.
Sanity: 52/100
Oral capacity: 23 | Anal capacity: 47 | Fertility: 2**
Permanent Debuff: Penis Reduction I