Dirty Games and Dirty Minds 2
More gold needs more farming ground… Hence, more abuse for Luxor
Dirty Games and Dirty Minds 2
More gold needs more farming ground… Hence, more abuse for Luxor
Luxor grunted as he glanced at his account balance. He frowned; he was, once more, getting close to the negative. That new axe he’d bought from another player was worth it, but it definitely left a dent in his budget.
One big enough, he was barely managing to earn his gold after each raiding night and his “regular” session with the bandits in the early leveling zone. It was a problem.
One big problem for the Barbarian who sat at a tavern in the Capital of the “New World”. That place was often abandoned since most players rushed to the “New New World”, but it had a good ambiance for Luxor’s gloomy mood.
Plus, the ale was pretty good for its price and not as costly as the “Gold ambrosia.”
Still, he relented. Luxor reached the empty air and pressed one button, summoning a message window.
“**Shadow? Got any new spot for farm?”
“Define farm.”** Answered the Ninja, two minutes later.
“**Adult farm.”
“Luxor, who will pk me wants a new spot?”
“Fuck. I was angry. Not gonna hold it against me?”**
Silence.
It was true, Luxor shouldn’t have told him he’d PK Shadow. Player Kills were a significant aspect of the game, with numerous negative consequences for the murderer and the murderee. Still, he didn’t expect it to go so badly. One of the reasons why Luxor’s balance was so bad.
“**Please?”
“What’s ur capacities? Adult capa”**
A wince. From Luxor. But still, he typed the answer.
“**Oral 22. Anal and fertility at 1.”
“U got something for sucking dicks.”
“You gonna help me or what?”
“Got something. Meet at the Dragonkin East camp.”**
Luxor grimaced.
That place wasn’t high-level at all. It was around level 20 that you’d get there, and it was a nasty spot for the old timers since the Dragonkin were bugged and used to kill anyone approaching the camp.
Now, it was an open-air dungeon everyone strolled through. But Luxor grimaced at the memories.
“ Going there.”
One spell later, one rush on his mount from the central Capital of the old world and a quick fly across a few chasms, Luxor was in the Eastern expanses. A large flat of dust and sand that was practically hell for the newbies without fire resistance.
Luxor? He took it easy as he approached the dark figure right by the camp entrance.
“Shadow. Are you still angry?” asked Luxor, jumping from his armored raptor-like mount.
“No. I figured you’d be a bit confused your first time. I accept your excuses,” said the Ninja, raising one hand and feigning humility. “You are ready for the farm?”
“Yes. It’s… It’s not as bad as the first guy you asked me to suck, right?” asked Luxor, still shivering at that greasy man. He was definitely the worst bandit he’d sucked. But there was that odd itch at the back of his mind whenever he thought about it.
“No. It’s a good training spot. Most high-end farms with adult content need… Well. A lot of capacities, oral and anal. Unless you have a cunt.”
“It’s… Important?”
“For female characters? It’s like their main stat; they gain a lot of gold for this. But it’s not advised.”
“Why?”
“That doesn’t concern you, Luxor. Let’s go,” huffed the Ninja, beckoning the Barbarian to follow inside the dungeon.
Instantly, the air became more raw. The scent of lizard musk was hanging in the air, and it was far more intense than what Luxor remembered as he followed the Ninja.
“Now. Follow me. I’ll stun the guards, but don’t kill any Dragonkin, got it?”
“Sure. I’ll wait,” nodded Luxor, crossing his arms and waiting.
Waiting while Shadownight slipped behind the guards and stunned them with one attack. Typically, the Dragonkins were excellent fighters, resembling wingless dragons on two legs. But Shadow wasn’t a low-level newbie, and he had the skills to sneak behind them to unleash an ambush.
Each time a group was stunned, Shadow made a sign for Luxor to follow as they advanced within the mini-city, made of tents and huts. And the further they went, the more that reptilian musk was mixing with the scent of sex. And the cries of distant women.
“Something…”
“What?”
“I… I can hear the lizards fucking girls?”
“Yeah. That dungeon gets changed when you activate the adult content. Now, we’re going to the boss so you can gain entrance to the camp. You won’t have to do this again.”
“And that’s good. I won’t have to ask you to do this again?”
“Good egg.”
Luxor was doubtful of the method’s efficiency, but he followed, keeping his head low. The place had an aura, a sort of distortion of what the dungeon would be. But it was still the same dungeon Luxor had farmed when he was low-level.
He looked up, seeing the towering ruins in which the Dragonkin built the “camp” and then, further, the tents and structures dangling from the stone arches. But once they got closer to the other side, the cries were getting dull.
The scent, however? It was getting stronger, enough for Luxor to breathe through his nose.
But finally, they stopped by a massive tent, right by the tent flap that was letting some light through.
“How does it work, from there? I get in and done?”
“No. It’s a forced roleplay moment. Say you want to enjoy the Dragonkin’s hospitality and strip. Dragonkin’s hospitality, that’s the keyword.”
“Really? That simple?”
“Hey. A guy died thirty times until he got it right,” scoffed Shadow, though he laughed. “Yes. That simple. Some dev was lazyyyy.”
With a scoff, Luxor shook his head and pushed the flap.
Inside, there was the Dragonkin Chieftain as seen with the letters above his head. Usually, entering the tent would trigger a cutscene with everyone’s avatar getting stunned. Then, the Chieftain would stand, wave his oversized spear, shout something, and then the fight began.
Instead, the burly and oversized red-scaled Dragonkin was lazily sitting on his throne, scratching his chest and groin through his loincloth.
“A soft skin. What an odd sight in my camp. Nobody told me we would be delivered fresh meat,” said the Dragonkin. Contrary to his peers, that one had an elongated muzzle split in that carnivorous grin, with bits of meat stuck to it.
One of his kill animations involved them.
For a moment, Luxor considered this. Then, he pushed through his bad memories and advanced, smacking his chest.
“I am… Luxor the Conqueror. And hum… I ask for the Dragonkin’s hospitality!”
In the distance, there was the sound of a facepalm, followed by the sound of someone teleporting away. Nevertheless, Luxor’s eyes remained on the Dragonkin who stood up and already… Cast a long shadow on the Barbarian. A shadow that was overbearing when that guy, more than 10 feet tall, looked down upon Luxor.
His yellow eyes were going over the Barbarian’s body, as he sniffed… And chuckled.
“Yes. Yes. I smell the scent of need on you.”
“You do?” asked Luxor, sniffing his own pits. He did not smell anything, so he started to undo his armor by sliding it to his inventory, the harness and shoulder protection vanishing.
“Yes. The scent of someone who has experience with other males. Your holes must be craving for more than what you took, do they?”
Luxor frowned.
But coined that part on the Dragonkin’s automated answers. Hence, he shook his head as he finished stripping. And observed himself. His own body had been crafted to be the perfect example of strength: coiled flesh beneath the hairy skin, a robust frame with broad shoulders and muscular limbs. And well, he did give a bit of thought to the dick sliders when he went on the dick-slider, going for three-thirds instead of maxing it. Still, he possessed an eight-inch cock, he had measured…
Eight inches that seemed to be nothing compared to what the Dragonkin was packing behind his loincloth. One that stirred and started to be pushed by a tent.
“Your silence is fine. We will prepare you!” snapped the Chieftain. And with that, Dragonkins appeared from all corners of the room. Small, big, soldiers-like, or mere servants, they appeared as they’d do during the fight.
The difference in that situation was that they were all naked, or wearing nothing that could cover their modesty. And from their smooth genitals, long, purple cocks were peeking from their slits. Cocks that were growing and bulging and releasing that reptilian musk Luxor had been inhaling all this time. And for a second, the Barbarian was starting to regret this as they were all hung, almost as hung as he was. And yet, the Chieftain was just… Bigger.
“Shit.”
Sex Scene Initiating – Character locked
No answer from the NPCs as they all approached.
And like a prepared cutscene, they went and grabbed Luxor’s arms and bent them, kicking him in the back so he would fall head-first against the ground despite all his strength, constitution, and passives he’d earned.
The cutscene continued, acting like he was still a low-level newbie when the Dragonkins kept him head-down and had their grubby, clawed hands going over his posterior.
They touched the soft skin, dug into it… And instead of a cutscene, Ed was feeling everything Luxor was supposed to feel.
The feedback of those hands squeezing his glutes, the shaking as those index fingers ran along the exterior of his thighs, and the interior. The heat from the palm squeezing and prying his buttcheeks so the warm breath could stroke his rim and elicit a moan. His, the game’s, then his real self’s.
“Fu-Fuck,” moaned Luxor.
His body was getting tested by the Dragonkin, whether by the touch upon his genitals or the muzzle pressing against his asshole. Some even played with his chest, their fingers not even hovering above it, but plainly digging into his pectorals.
There was effort at play to make that moment compelling. In making the Player feel the warm breath and the huffs against his asshole until there was that warm tongue squeezing against the entrance and… Going inside it.
It didn’t push long against the rim, forced the sphincter or whatever. No, the prehensile tongue slipped in with such speed, such a thrust, such a strength. Luxor heaved and gulped.
The sensation was alien, a feedback of a whole different kind. And one that made Luxor’s frown and his body tense up.
Or so was the return he sensed from the game while he remained at the Dragonkins’ mercy.
He bit his lips, though his mouth remained wide open for the small Dragonkin Servant to force his tongue through in a kiss. One luscious and intense kiss with the tongue tying and twisting, with the saliva being shared, with the back-and-forth produced by the two individuals somehow at odds.
And Luxor sighed, not even feeling any pain except the dissociation from what he was supposed to know about the penetration… And how pleasant it was to have that tongue delving so deeply inside him; it was starting to coil and twist in ways the Barbarian never expected possible to feel.
Yet, he was feeling it.
He experienced it and confirmed the sensation by placing a hand on his belly, sensing the serpentine tongue forming the twists that were his guts before; though with effort, that tongue was pulling back. Steadily, slowly, and then…
With a wet slurp, coming from his rim attempting to close, Luxor gasped. He inhaled so loudly, he almost heard the ping from the notification about a hyperventilation alert. But no. And then, there was the sigh and then a wince from the warm air rushing inside his gaping guts. Inside that rim that formed such a nice ring, neat and all pinkish, all gaping.
There was still that dissociation that allowed him to feel everything and yet see the scene from a different perspective.
Probably a gift from a kinky developer.
Nevertheless, with his arms bound behind his back and his mouth stuffed with some musky fabric, a loincloth, Luxor had nothing to do but watch as one of the warriors came closer.
His erection was huge, purple, almost “angry” in the way it throbbed.
And then, it smacked against Luxor’s posterior. There were growls, a speech only in Dragonkin. And then… That cock, that tip, was at the entrance.
Then, one second later, it was inside. And… Luxor moaned.
He cried, he shouted, he roared in the fabric. But there was only a whine coming from him as the Warrior was getting inside entirely. As that cock, enormous and brutal, delved within his ass; it smacked one spot.
Luxor hollered.
The hit of pleasure was intense, like nothing he’d seen. It wasn’t an orgasm, or anything he’d experience in real life. It was like a simulation, a stimulation that was meant to evoke something just as intense, but not real.
Not the real deal. Even then, it was feeling warmer and better as that sensation crept over Luxor and Ed’s spine, like tendrils spreading further and making everything feel good in their wake. The cramped muscles? Melted butter. The tired legs? Warm chocolate. The tense neck from work? Marshmallow. It was that sensation only memories of old meals could describe to Ed’s mind as his nervous system was getting overloaded; by the sensation coming from that Dragonkin’s cock digging against his prostate.
By the long and prehensile cock smacking the organ again and again, titillating it while the Warrior’s back-and-forth was all too intense and brutal for someone to take it without experience.
But Luxor was taking it, and Ed was experiencing it in tandem.
In the background, there was the beep from a dissociative alert, one of the game’s protections. But it was good. It felt good. It was something else for the Player as he viewed and enjoyed it. He wasn’t even fighting the dissociation. Instead, he relished it even as he sensed the drop in the spark and the pleasure vanishing when the Warrior pulled back and free, relinquishing Luxor’s creampied asshole.
But the massage resumed just as soon when one of the servants, tiny and derided, clambered on the Barbarian’s jutting ass, gripped it… And plowed it with a cock that was going down to his knees. And even with such a small body, the Servant knew how to use that cock.
The diminutive Dragonkin bounced up and down, his scaly thighs hitting that ass with such strength that the echoing smacks filled the room and shook Luxor to his core.
With each Dragonkin going inside Luxor and adding another dose of cum inside the Barbarian’s asshole, there were more searing marks on that plump posterior. Different heights, different weights, different types of thrusts all led to that posterior burning through and through. Outside, the abuse. Inside, the scalding hot cum poured within.
And pouring out whenever that asshole wasn’t in use or plugged in.
There was that warmth coming off from that cum as it dripped from the gaping hole along the perineum, along the testicles, only to form clumps on the floor.
Clumps that were nothing compared to what was in store for Luxor as the next in line was no other than the Chieftain.
After what felt like hours for Luxor, of abuse and rushed brutality, there was the end of the line. All warriors, all servants had had their turns. His asshole bore the marks of their affection, and his toes still curled from the successive “orgasms” he’d been forced to bear, different than what real life offered.
Nevertheless, he knew…. It would be done. But he also knew what the Chieftain had in store was to be spectacular. And it was.
The Chieftain’s cock was almost twice Luxor’s size, both width and length. It was a monster that, when slapped on the Human’s back, left a long line of precum over that hairy back. And a weight that left Luxor huffing… And almost wanting it.
His asshole had been burning. But so close to the Chieftain’s mast, something odd occurred: his asshole clenched, winked, and begged for the Dragonkin to use it.
The more that cock touched and grazed that entrance, the further the sensation went for the Barbarian, who couldn’t control the spasming muscles. He could only sense it, endure it… Embrace it.
Embraced it like the sensation of that enormous cocktip, sleek and warm, pressing against his entrance.
It didn’t hurt. Not at all. No pain reception, no hindrance, no discomfort.
Only the fullness from that cock, the presence of that warmth, the pleasure of that pressure.
And then, the presence of that warm body pressed against his back when the Dragonkin leaned forward and almost crushed Luxor underneath his body.
“You are a fine guest. We shall let you around, human,” scoffed the Chieftain, his elongated tongue lolling out of that mouth. And smacking against Luxor’s face, coating that beard and those frowning brows with saliva. One sticky saliva that went even on his lips and inside his mouth for a second when it was agape.
“Fu-Fuck,” moaned Luxor, unable to resist the weight or the pleasure of his asshole being teased that way.
For a second, the dissociation alarm resonated again when one part was relaxed and at peace, another clenching and fighting from the sheer volume ushered within.
One was breathing easily. Another had to swallow and chug down the offered saliva.
One didn’t even lift a finger. Another squirmed while the sensations were becoming too much, too brutal, too many. And… With a cry, there was an orgasm. A real.
Or it felt as close to real as it was when the Barbarian dug his face against the ground, rubbed it in, while his ejaculation added to the mix coming from the Dragonkins’, to the pooling semen that went between his knees and all behind him.
An intense sensation and awareness that became the focus of the game even as the NPC above the Barbarian continued his “work” and plowed the Barbarian’s asshole.
The thrust rocked the powerful Human, made his body swing and sway… And through another perspective, it might have been possible to see the belly bulging from that enormous cock.
But the cutscene was locked on Luxor’s genitals and his ass, on that orifice that was burning red from the abuse… Before, with a growl, it all stopped. And one single droplet of cum escaped from the orifice, tracing the way down to the testicles before it dropped… Dropped… And dropped, followed by the camera, into the puddle.
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**Luxor the Conqueror. Barbarian Level 98.
Sanity: 78/100
Oral capacity: 23 | Anal capacity: 32 | Fertility: 2**
It was gone.
With a grunt, Luxor reached for his nape to stroke it. It felt like his everything was hurting, now. His face, his posterior, his muscles, all as if he’d been beaten black and blue back to the respawn. However, he wasn’t in the respawn zone.
The musky atmosphere was still there, and the structure was obviously a Dragonkin’s hut. It was sparse in decoration, with the same tribal assets you’d find throughout the game.
But it was a place nonetheless for Luxor to rest as he checked his stats and saw the recovery buff granted by staying inside.
Then… He saw it. The changes.
“ The fuck? what was that? 32 capacity? WTF???????” sent Luxor through private message, seeing Shadow was still around.
“**Ye Best leveling spot for that stat. U owe me.”
“Srly!! Bro! 32! Nd what was that thing with the camera and stuff. Crept me out, almost logged off.”
“Bug from old version. Cutscene system fuck too much with your brain. That’s why u can level here. But bugged.”
“Uh?”
“U can’t take damage in cutscene. You’d die if you took the big guy without but it’s ll mystical n fucky. Dn worry bout it”**
Luxor crossed his arms before the private message window. He glanced at it, tilting his head. He’d heard about the previous systems integrated into the game.
When the tech wasn’t as good, it couldn’t allow players to do everything they wanted. But he heard it produced some cases of psychosis due to the contradictory influx of information. That and the many seizures.
Currently, the game was as squeaky-clean as possible with all sorts of protection. Except for this, a bug… Nevertheless, Luxor sighed and put back his armor that was still in his inventory before he noticed something. As he glanced at the bed he was on, he saw a coin bag. He snapped it and added it to his inventory, noticing that his account suddenly had one thousand. Such a good value for such an easy action. One, he could do again since, when stepping outside, the Dragonkin nodded at him… And smiled while stroking their groin.
Maybe he will abuse their hospitality.