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Dirty Games and Dirty Minds 4

There’s no apex for the perverted players yearning for more

“**Dude! U got your legend? How did you farm the fluids so fast?”

“Secret, my man. But got the fluids from the hydras in the east of the golden fort.”

“Rly???? Thats the spot?”

“Don’t tell I’m not helping.”**

Luxor chuckled. Not kindly, but with a gleam in his eye as he saw another of the guys who hadn’t helped him mooch for tips. They didn’t help him, didn’t even propose gold. And ever since he shared the screenshot of his new weapon, they were all flocking to him, as if it were no bother, when they had ghosted him.

So he sent them on a fool’s errand, while continuing to savor the ambrosia-like beer Shadow’s servants offered him. Each time his mug was empty, he only had to shake it, and they would run to fill it while he waited in his “friend’s house.

For someone whose nickname was Shadownight, the house itself was well-put-together. It was a large, rough stone structure from the outside. However, the interior was reminiscent of an ancient Greek bathhouse, complete with a white-tiled floor. The walls themselves had the same tiles, though, with the addition of some painted with floral iconography. And alcoves in which potted plants grew.

Dividers formed the different corners of the room, and many baths were available for the guests, as well as a self-replenishing banquet, with all the associated buffs, on the side. Such a house would cost almost millions in gold, solely for the parcel. And each furniture, from the small white bench to the larger banquet, cost another fortune.

A fortune. Luxor knew the origin of it as he sat on a sofa near the entrance, clad in his nearly claimed armor. The pristine metal was glimmering from all the effects provided by his legendary double-handed ax. And even in private, he basked in the glory from all the pings he received from people wanting to inspect his gear.

Life was great, life was good, except for a few details.

Such as waiting.

A wait that finally stopped when steps echoed and from a discreet staircase, Shadownight appeared, still wearing his attire.

“Come upstairs. You’ve got the access,” said Shadow. And Luxor began to follow.

“Oh? The fabled upstairs? You know the entire guild is curious what’s there?” asked Luxor, smiling and scratching his beard, which he’d made grow at the barber.

“It’s nothing but my little getaway from my everyday,” said Shadow, shrugging. “Ready for the next farming spot?”

“Heh… Huh. About that. I got a nasty debuff from the Hydra, and I haven’t gotten it out,” coughed Luxor, glancing at his status windows.

**Luxor the Conqueror. Barbarian Level 98.

Sanity: 52/100

Oral capacity: 23 | Anal capacity: 51 | Fertility: 2**

Permanent Debuff: Penis Reduction I

It was the same as before, with that permanent debuff line that kept glaring back at him.

“Do you know how to fix that… Hmm… Penis reduction debuff?”

“That? You’d better try the alchemist elixirs. They have a few cock growth potions if it matters so much to you,” snarked Shadow.

“No! I just asked, it… Bothers me.”

“As much as your smaller dick,” chuckled Shadow, noticing the moment Luxor pried his eyes away from his interface and was met with… A sex dungeon.

Or something similar with all the chains dangling from the ceiling, the sling in one corner, the collection of dildos all over the place, the king-sized bed without sheets, and much more.

If you searched for a sex dungeon, you’d find a picture of that place. And as much as it was impressive to see, it reeked of sex, lube, and cum, all the same for Luxor as he waved his hand before his nose.

“Do you even air it out?”

“Often. But I have clients,” chuckled Shadow as he pointed towards a sofa, strangely cleaned up, and a coffee table with a bundle on it. “Here, I prepared everything for you.”

Luxor glanced at the bundle, then at Shadow, who sat down.

“What’s this?”

“Your costume for that new farm. Unless you’ve done it already, you can’t do it without.”

“How do you know that?”

“I have my ways with my fellow degenerates,” said the Ninja, his eyebrows surely dancing underneath the mask.

“And so… I must wear it. Everything?”

“Everything. In a way, it’s better that you got the debuff from the Hydra. Nobody has found a way to remove it. But one of the items inside will be… more snug.”

With an arched eyebrow, Luxor approached and put his hand on the bundle. And swore.

“’The Whore’s outfit’? Seriously?”

“Hey. You want your gold or not?” said the Ninja while the Barbarian was checking his inventory, and the other part of the bundle. Then, he bit his nail.

“Shit.”

“You tasted the thrills of the legendaries… And you want a new house, no? I could help you pay it.”

“Why can’t we do the Hydra? It’s already a good way to farm,” said Luxor.

“And you’d want another stack of your buff? Plus, you’d ruin the market.”

“Urgh… True,” groaned the Barbarian, spitting the nail away. “Fine. Continue. I wanna hear about your method.”

“It’s simple. You go to the Empire outpost delta, that’s in the next-to-last zone for the new expansion questline. You see a big guy and say ‘I want to defect’,” explained Shadow, raising his index to note he was quoting.

“I say that with that dress and… Done?”

“It’s more complicated,” nodded Shadow. “Check the stats on the outfit.”

“Charisma. Charisma. Femininity? Charisma? What’s those stats?”

“Adult stats. You have to appear feminine enough. If your charisma is above fifty and femininity is forty, they will allow you inside. Then, you have to find the commander and ‘convince’ him you want to join the Empire.”

“That’s …”

“Weird? Yeah. For a while, only female characters could follow that questline. We thought it was fixed, but now we know about the femininity stat. It doesn’t appear until you wear an item with it. And I found the perfect outfit to maximize it. If you wear it, you’ll be allowed in like a good bitch.”

“Urgh. I-… Why do I have to dress up like a whore?”

“You should’ve asked that before the Hydra,” commented Shadow with a grin. “I won’t guide you there. I’ve got something else to try tonight. But with that, you’ll be perfect.”

Luxor glared at his inventory, then at Shadow.

“Are you sure it works?”

“Perfectly. You’ll see. It’ll be a breeze. Now now, gold can’t wait, noooo?”

Shadow even waved his hand, as if to push away an unwanted idiot. And Luxor was feeling like one. Sure, his account was more replete in gold than before. But he was a bit afraid it would go too far.

What happened if he relied solely on that adult content to get what he wanted? He, who prided himself on being one of the best players of the guild, was now getting ready to infiltrate a camp of Gnoll soldiers while disguised as a whore?

The Barbarian’s face burned as he closed the inventory and nodded.

“Yeah. Better get going,” he mumbled, stepping away from Shadow, descending the stairs, and stepping out. A moment later, he opened the map and selected the nearest teleportation point to the camp. And then, with a few coins out, he was in the lush forests of the latest expansion.

The place was said to be rich in resources, according to the NPC, which led them into a war with the current established ‘bad-guys’ Empire on that land. The truth was that no one cared, and some people even joined the Empire’s side by completing a few quests that rewarded them with new and edgy outfits.

Of course, such a choice did not affect the NPCs and was fluff, but Luxor was aware of how ‘flexible’ the Empire was towards the players.

Maybe it was similar?

The thought occurred while his mount flew over the trees and approached the outpost, closer to a large city than anything, and he jumped off his mount before the auto-dismount feature hit him. Then, he used his glider to fly over the dozen guards standing at the entrance. A few turns, and he landed atop the biggest building, a blocky metallic structure that was undoubtedly the outpost’s center.

“Now… The… Stuff,” grumbled Luxor, pulling out his inventory window and checking the outfit.

It wasn’t a single item like most cosmetics, but a set of items. A purple veil to cover his face and beard, ribbons as accessories to attach his hair. Then, the dress was like a tight crop-top bra with sequins dangling from it. Gold bracelets to replace his gloves. The same ankle rings adorned his boots, and finally, the flowy purple skirt, which was to fall to his knees and no further on the front.

Still, with that, Luxor noticed his femininity wasn’t above forty. Hence, he looked at the ‘make-up’ Shadow gave him. They were consumable, and as soon as he used them, he could feel the presence of the powder over his cheeks, the elongated eyelashes, and the itch from the mascara. Even his lips were feeling a bit sticky from the glossy lipstick as he smacked them.

However, even with those, he still missed five femininity points.

“Fucking… Seriously. You prepared it from the beginning, Shadow,” mumbled Luxor as he looked at the last item from the bundle. A chastity cage. Or rather “The Good Girl Chastity-cage”.

It was a metallic cage made of purple metal, stylized to resemble a lion’s face. More than that, as Luxor examined it, he saw the condition to wear it: “Cock length below 50%”.

Whatever that value meant, it was in green, so Luxor was able to equip it, finally reaching the threshold told by Shadow. Though he was feeling… Weirded out by how everything seemed to click in.

“Shit. Too late for now,” groaned the Barbarian, shaking his legs and kicking the air, only to wince at the cold metal grazing his skin whenever he moved. “I’ll do with it. Mission infiltration.”

Checking the veil covering his beard, Luxor jumped off the roof onto the floor. Sure, he heard the ping from the fall damage. But he ignored it as he saw the Empire Guards pointing their spears at him.

“Halt! Who are you?” shouted the first Gnoll, clad in black and red armor with oversized pauldrons. “You stand before the Commander’s palace. State your identity!”

As usual, none of the NPCs inquired about how a player had fallen from the sky or why a burly and potentially macho Barbarian was disguised as the sluttiest of courtesans, his hair flowing over his shoulders and back with dangling ribbons attached to it.

“Oh… yeah. Roleplay time,” mumbled the Barbarian, coughing and then taking up a falsetto voice. “Hi, boys. I’m… Hmm… Luxa. And I’m here to… Abandon. No… Deflect. Defi… Defect for the Empire! Yes! I want to defect!”

As soon as he said that, the posture of the Guards relaxed, and they planted their spears in the ground while leaning on them. Even their attitude, stoic and cold, became lecherous.

“Oh? A beautiful flower wants to deflect? Sure enough, I can help you enter the Empire. Or let the Empire enter you,” said one of the Gnolls with a different voice, voice actor issues.

Sure enough, even with that long muzzle and those prominent brows, befitting a hyena-like creature, the Gnoll offered the most offensive and eager smile. He even went so far as to stroke his codpiece.

“Oh yeah. We need a pretty girl to entertain the barracks. You want to join us and have some fun, girly?” continued the second guard, licking his chops.

“No,” answered Luxor, grunting.

Then, as he saw the Guards’ brows lifting, he coughed again, taking back that higher-pitched voice: “No. Sorry guys. I must see the commander. Someone told me I had to see him to defect. It’s very important for me. But when it’s done, I can have my fun with you… Biiiig boys.”

Luxor even went as far as blowing a kiss, trying to imitate all the iconography he’d seen over his years… Mostly porn.

But it seemed to be enough to make the Guards relent and step back.

“Fine. But don’t let him take your cunt. I want you… Tight. Roar,” added the Gnoll, even making a paw movement towards Luxor, who cringed behind his veil. Then, the Barbarian stepped towards the commander’s building and pushed the metal door.

A moment later, Luxor went through a loading screen and was inside… An instance. Not surprising since that Empire Commander was a mini-boss to be killed in the story. Here, however, he appeared as a friendly NPC with the green name on top of his head. All amidst the large room that was supposed to be his office and living space. Like outside the instance, there was the same desk with nothing on it, the few shelves attached to the walls, and the enormous giant’s skeleton dangling from the ceiling.

But contrary to the outside version, this instance had one open door leading to another room. And… Luxor knew he was in the right place.

“Bingo!”

“Well, well, well. A human dares to enter my command post and ask around to defect? I am curious why the Empire should welcome a turncoat,” said the Commander.

Much like the rest of his fellows inhabiting the outpost, the Commander was a Gnoll. Their species formed the core of the Empire’s infantry, scouting forces, and interceptors. As such, it was not surprising to see the spotted Hyena-like creature licking his chops and grunting while standing up, wearing his red-and-black plate armor. It was impressive to see, decorated with so many medals. But more impressive was the detail of the armor as Luxor approached, noting the high-quality textures that imitated metal.

And such similarity was in the Gnoll’s lush fur’s quality, the flowing mane, and the red eyes focused on Luxor despite the snarl.

“I-“ began Luxor, only to cough up again. “I heard… I heard Gnolls were well-endowed. And you… Sir is bigger than most.”

“Oh… So it’s for that,” said the Gnoll, relaxing and chuckling, raising one hand toward Luxor while gripping the codpiece covering his private parts. “You are craving Gnoll meat? Tell me, when was your first experience with us?”

Luxor gulped. No, he had no experience. But now, the Commander didn’t hesitate to talk dirty. So much Luxor had to swallow his saliva and shake his head.

“No. I never had any experience with Gnolls. But I heard-“

“You… Heard,” repeated the Gnoll, his voice a bit artificial.

“I heard.”

“And you came here,” said the NPC, coming close. Closer until the pungent scent of metal, blood, and sweat saturated Luxor’s every breath. “You heard how good it is to… Submit.”

Luxor bit his lips under his veil but nodded.

And trembled slightly as he felt the clawed fingers go over his face, stroking his cheeks despite the veil.

“What a good girl, knowing her place in our world. Now… Come with me. I will introduce you to the Empire’s diplomacy,” said the Commander, ushering Luxor not towards his desk but toward the side door that had been teasing the Barbarian.

And inside was… Well, another room. One that was quite bare in decoration, with only a bed and one table, as well as more shelves. But when Luxor was done with his inspection, he saw the NPC no longer had his armor.

Instead, the potent and puissant Hyena was fully naked.

Sex Scene Initiating

His body was an approximation of human anatomy. However, the muscles were more clearly defined, more bulging, and those pecs were massive. All compared to Luxor, it seemed like the Commander was a true monster. More so with the dainty fabric covering Luxor.

And as expected, the Barbarian’s eyes drifted down the belly, down the perfect six-pack… And right onto that cock, pink and erect, sprouting free from that sheath. It was massive. From its end with a swollen tip to the enlarged length, and then the red knot at the base. It was something Luxor gulped at and yet approached, driven by a curiosity as he put his hand onto it. And felt it.

The throb. The slick texture. The stickiness under his touch. The heat. The tension within that flesh, the Commander chuckled.

“Are you so eager to meet your fate, human?” asked the NPC, his voice more natural. Perhaps one line from the usual fight that was used instead of the AI generation.

“Hmm… Yes?”

“Good, now. Come closer and give me a kiss,” said the Commander, leaning and passing a claw alongside Luxor’s gorge, up his neck, and right onto his chin.

“I-… Can you close your eyes?”

“No need. I know what you are, human.”

“You-“

Before more could be uttered, the veil was lifted, and the Gnoll’s muzzle pressed against Luxor’s mouth. The Human huffed and blew air through his nose. But in the heat, their mouths met and the Hyena-like’s wide tongue slipped between his lips for a kiss. A forceful, invading, and perverse kiss. But one Luxor did not even fight as he sighed, relaxed… And felt the Hyena stroking his chin.

Then, seconds later, the clawed fingers went away, down, and right on Luxor’s posterior before the kiss broke, and the Gnoll laughed.

“We, Gnolls, have a good nose. But I could smell the stench of a bitch on you. As well as the aroma of a Hydra. The Empire will accept you nonetheless,” said the Commander, cupping that ample posterior and digging in.

“Ah? They… Do?” coughed Luxor, unable to resist the touch or even to stop as the hands pulled him towards the bed, then threw him on it.

An instant later, the Gnoll’s powerful body was above him, plunging the Human into the dark… And a tuft of swampy fur that was rubbed against his face, making him breathe the musky perfume of a Gnoll stud.

“The Empire does not care for who you were at the beginning. The Empire only cares about what you can be for the Empire… And you shall be a whore,” said the Commander, passing a hand down Luxor’s legs and thighs, pulling on the skirt to uncover the Barbarian’s hairy pubes and genitals. Caged genitals.

Tense genitals.

Genitals that were soon to meet with the Gnoll’s raging erection when the cocks touched, though per the interim of the lion-adorned cage in between. Of the lukewarm metal sticking with fluid… Or the ring pulling on the hairy nuts until they were taut in that scrotum.

But far from fighting the touch and the caresses, the rubbing, Luxor let the Commander do his thing. There was no point in acting against the scene, as it was scripted, and the combat system was locked during that portion.

At most, he could kick and scream, but for what? To make it all worthless?

Plus… He had seen bigger.

“Are you afraid, Human?” asked the Commander, his voice almost suave by Luxor’s ears, nibbling them while the hands went between the Barbarian’s thighs, prying them open… Enough to have those claws graze the skin and the muscular posterior.

“What? N-No,” scoffed Luxor, no longer trying to appear feminine. But his ego almost got the best of him.

“Are you not afraid of what will happen if I knot you?”

“What will happen?”

“You will be… mine. And the Empire’s. No more backing out if I take you. You will belong to the Empire, and everyone else will know what you did,” chuckled the Gnoll as his hand went on the cheeks.

Then, as Luxor was about to answer, a pop-up appeared before his eyes.

**Will you defect to the Empire?

>Yes >No

Beware: Defecting to the Empire will incur penalties.**

Here it was. The so-desired pop-up for all the people wanting the most edgy outfits on the server. Yet, instead of grinding for hours to increase his reputation, Luxor only had to open his legs to a monster. Only had to let a monster use him and stuff his ass and then pay him.

He inhaled and then pressed the button closest to him. The most obvious, and he sighed.

> Yes

There was no way to go back on this, Luxor knew.

Nothing, as he felt the purr from the Gnoll and that cock slipping under his genitals. It didn’t stop, smacking against humans’ testicles and leaving them battered. But then, it was at the entrance. At his asshole, which had finally recovered from the moment with the Hydra.

But ever since he had increased his capacity beyond 50, that orifice looked puffed up, swollen, and almost like… A glazed donut.

A donut that winked back when the massive cocktip brushed it.

A donut that opened on the dick slipping close. And closed when the Gnoll stepped around.

There was… No problem. No issue for the Commander to insert more than half his length within. And this time, Luxor wasn’t experiencing numbness. He experienced constant and sheer pleasure. Even one inch in would be enough to make him moan and groan.

Even one finger would turn his hyper-sensitive asshole into a den of pleasure and joy.

The Commander’s cock? It sent him almost roaring with his head thrown back and his hands gripping the sheets already. Even his caged cock was spewing precum over the Commander’s pubes while the Barbarian snarled under his veil.

“This is good, right? I can see you’re… Loving it,” purred the Commander, leaning forth and so accentuating his musk. Earthy. Intense. Gamey. But good. Good as even breathing it was somehow making Luxor’s lungs feel good. Everything felt good somehow.

Instead of the artificiality of his first times, this version of fucking felt more natural, more accurate about what Ed was supposed to feel.

His asshole clenched even in real life, tugging and pulling as if it would hold onto the Gnoll’s meaty cock. His cock dripped.

And then… he was back in his role when the Gnoll’s face came closer and one claw pushed the veil away, so that tongue would once more conquer Luxor’s mouth.

It savagely assaulted the mouth, took it, invaded it. And Luxor sucked on the appendage, sucked on the steady stream of saliva like he was nursed on it.

And whenever the Gnoll pulled further, it was for the Human to push closer, to go for that kiss while more of that Gnoll’s cock was inserted within. And once more, Luxor’s perfect abs were smoothened, erased, crushed from within by another cock. One that was not as big, this time, but still impressive to have it imprinted through his belly.

“Your… Hole is well-prepared Human. You were readying yourself for the Empire?”

“I-“ started Luxor, thinking of what to say. He got fucked by Dragonkins and a Hydra? No. “Yes. I did, Sir.”

“Sir? I like it,” chuckled the Gnoll, liberating Luxor’s lips to nibble on his ears, gruffing and messing with them while the clawed fingers danced on the thighs, on the flesh… And right on the Human’s testicles, playing and poking at them while that knot was moving nearer, closer.

“Such pitiful things,” commented the Commander, his voice suave but oh-so-mocking. It was cruel and cold and peevish. And so eager to find fault as he went over the cage. “It is better to keep that little thing locked that way. But it can be better.”

Then, the touch continued along the thighs.

“Those can be fatter. And that ass bigger. More meat for the men, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” commented Luxor, though he wasn’t really caring. He was getting dicked by a Gnoll. And damned he was, it felt so great to have that throbbing mast against his little pleasure spot.

He hadn’t been fucked in-game since the Hydra took him. But now? It made him almost wish he’d gotten the occasion to get fucked by the Dragonkin or another monster. Or maybe, he should’ve asked Shadownight sooner about his “farming”.

It was like being doubly-rewarded in the game: rewarded with gold; rewarded with sex.

And yet, it wasn’t fully done.

The Gnoll wasn’t fully inside, but his knot was almost in. And the Commander growled by Luxor’s ears. Clearly, the Commander enjoyed the tension of that rim on his knot in the same way Luxor enjoyed it.

“I need…. No. I will knotfuck you. You can take it,” said the Gnoll, forceful.

“Knotfuck?” asked the Barbarian.

But he got his answer the second after when the Commander’s hips gyrated, and with one thrust, the knot was in. It burned, it stretched, it forced the asshole to open like with the Hydra, but without the drug and numbness.

And Luxor cried. Cried from the pleasure as his cock spewed cum all over his perineum, asshole, and the Gnoll’s groin. It spewed all those fluids onto the Gnoll, who huffed and growled as, steadily, the tension from Luxor’s asshole lessened.

But not the pleasure.

Not the joy.

Not the bliss of such a powerful orgasm that hit Luxor. And Ed.

In the back, there was an alarm sound. But nothing the Player could focus on as he was getting fucked by that raw stud. By that stud who, once satisfied with his knot lodged inside, yanked it free.

He yanked it from the hole, pulled on the rim until it stretched outward slightly. And then, without breaking a sweat, the Commander punched it back inside. And Luxor roared.

He cried, unable to resist the appeal and the pleasure when his prostate was squeezed to the extreme, and another alarm sound echoed within his brain, different from the third. Then a ping, then more.

All the while, the Commander kept fucking Luxor’s asshole, using his knot as a way to pummel the hole. And it wasn’t only one-sided.

Without his legs locked around the Commander, said Commander had all the freedom to move Luxor around. He forced him on the side, on the belly, again on the back, during what felt like hours of abuse.

Cumming was all Luxor experienced in that moment of intense sex, getting railed by that knot going in and out at a brutal and increasing pace. Each time, the suction noise from his asshole was getting louder and slicker, from the precum being pumped inside.

Each time, Luxor’s breathing was breaking into a moan as he came again and again, until even cumming was starting to hurt. But it remained… Good. Perfect, even.

Delicious for the grinning Barbarian whose hungry lips met with the Commander whenever he was rolled on one side or another. Whenever that dick was pulled out, revealing a cum-coated crater, before the position was shifted and the Barbarian was again fucked. Again railed. Again fucked until even his legs were starting to feel numb. Even his hands were reddened from pulling on the sheets.

But everything had to stop.

Sex, pleasure, embrace.

It was to stop the moment the Commander’s brutal pace slowed down and that knot no longer pumped in and out. Instead, the relentless fuck became… Just slow thrusts. Slow humpings. Slow movements that were almost tantric in the way the Commander rubbed his knot against the abused rim and had his hands running along the Barbarian’s belly and sides, stroking that hairy body.

“Hmm. We ought to add human whores to our camp, for morale. You might be good in a fight, but you’re better in bed, whore,” purred the Gnoll, passing a hand under the crop top to pinch Luxor’s erect and needy nipples.

“Ah… As… As you said,” mumbled Luxor, unable to tell or answer anything worth. His mind was mush. He was mush… he was barely focusing his eyes on what was ahead.

On the commander who was moving around after pulling out.

Except… the sound of gold coins clinking together, or a purse being lifted and dropped, attracting the gaze to that bag. On the gold bag, which was bigger than anything Luxor had seen. It was probably full of thousands of pieces, or more. Such a price was… Massive.

One price that dropped right on the bed, before Luxor, as he watched the Commander strut around.

“Leave the room at once, whore. I don’t want to keep you around when my superiors visit the camp. But you can do whatever you want in the barracks,” said the Commander, nodding… Before he stopped.

By the time the Commander stopped, Luxor had already pocketed the coins, and his inventory had won more than five thousand gold coins. A value that was far better than anything he’d earned before. And if his eyes widened, they widened further when he heard the order.

“You should have your nuts and ass shaved next time. Or I’ll refuse you,” said the Commander, cold and stiff again when he passed the door.

As soon as he passed the door, Luxor received the notification on the closing instance. One among many.

**You joined the Empire!

+20% reputation with the Empire soldiers!**

**Sanity under 50!

Danger of submission!**

Hyperventilation aler-

With a grunt, Luxor stood up and waved the screens away, one by one. He tottered on his feet and advanced, continuing to chase the windows until… he saw one peculiar quest.

It wasn’t in the standard blue but in purple, with a clear statement.

**< Commander’s Wishes >

The commander has no need for a hairy Human whore like you.

Shave your ass and nuts.

Reward: Progression in the Empire**

“The fuck is that quest?” mumbled Luxor, feeling suddenly weightless as his environment shifted. The instance had closed, and suddenly, the Barbarian was once more outside. His outfit had been reduced to tatters, and his hair, beard, face, and even his body were caked in fluids, whether it was saliva or cum.

He had earned enough gold in one run to cover everything he’d need for the next raids and beyond. But as he glanced towards the barracks, and saw the other Gnolls, something pulled Luxor to approach them.

**Luxor the Conqueror. Barbarian Level 98.

Sanity: 43/100

Oral capacity: 23 | Anal capacity: 63 | Fertility: 2**

Permanent Debuff: Penis Reduction I