VR Kingdoms - Stage 4: I do quests for the story, I swear!
Initializing VR Space 01/04/2053 - 12:55
I hummed a song through my full face helmet while I waited for my cyberspace to boot up, and started_Kingdoms of Lust_ straight away, after the mandatory updates. It had been a rather pleasant week; work had been slow because of the New Year celebrations, and I was in the right mind for some VR gratification.
I checked my friend list as I logged in the game. Melchior was not online at the moment, and most of my other friends logged in later, in the evening. I had time to play with one of my alts. I walked through the virtual path of the game's main menu, in order to reach my characters' storage.
They were waiting for me, standing immobile in a tidy line, waiting for me to incarnate in one of them. The first in line was my monkey herm engineer, that I had created a week ago. On the next day of his creation, I took it again and gained a few levels with Mel's monk, but progress had been slow. At the end of the first zone, we had to choose if we wanted to keep our twelve-year old appearances, or if we wanted to switch to our adult bodies. Keeping a teenage body was a challenge on itself, since you missed some useful stat bonuses, but some players kept their characters that way, for roleplay purposes. When the game started, the change was automatic, but enough people asked for a way to keep playing as teens, and even children on some servers, that the developers implemented the feature in a later patch. Melchior hesitated, but I advised him against staying a kid for his first character, and he made his feline_she-ra_, the in-game's designation for cunt boys, grow up. His black cat was now one-head taller than me, and he would have been even taller if cats did not have a naturally small build. As for myself, I had not decided yet, but since I did not have any teen character in my list, I was thinking about keeping my brown-furred monkey at his starting age.
However, I left him aside for now and pondered on what to choose. I had half-a-dozen characters; most were males, with the exception of my latest addition and an old female wolf that I had created a few years ago, on a whim. Out of the four remaining males, I picked my mid-level paladin horse, whose black coat stressed out the pearly white of his very skimpy plate armor, which hid nothing of his crotch area like the rest of the clothes in this game. I have only played my white wolf shaman and my monkey engineer lately, and I yearned for holding a big hammer in my hands, so to speak.
As soon as I chose the paladin, my viewpoint shifted to him after a short black screen, and I found myself looking through the eyes of the muscular equine. I felt myself up, both to get used to my new body and to have a little fun with myself while the game loaded. My hand went between my legs, and I scooped my generous scrotum. Damn, that felt good. I saw my character's penis peek out from his sheath, but I refrained from doing anything more as the loading approached the ninety percent.
"Entering Lionstone zone - lvl cap: 40 - PVP activated: be careful and enjoy your adventures" My character literally popped into existence, in the main room of Lionstone's inn. Nobody batted an eye at my arrival: the NPCs did not care, and the players were used to it. Still, being picked on by higher leveled players, and being forcibly brought into one of the inn's room for inappropriate 'fun' was a well-known practice on PVP servers, and I had ten levels left until I reached this zone's level cap. To ensure my safety while I decided what to do, I went to a strong-arm NPC waiting in a corner of the inn, and 'bribed' him, ensuring that he will protect me from anyone trying to pick a fight with me. It was a little costly, but I had so much money on my other characters that I could spare the expense.
Once this was done, I browsed through my quest log. Even if they brought less experience than farming 5-man dungeons, quests were always fun to do, as it often resulted in trussing up (or being trussed up) by monsters, quest givers, or both. And this was what I was looking for, at the moment. I chose a quest called 'Orc shrinkage'. I quickly passed over the fluff text; something about a tribe of barbarian orcs having settled camp in a forest somewhere outside the city, and making ruckus. The quest was asking to 'dispose of' a certain number of orcs and their leader'. I looked at the map. The camp was near a waypoint, and marked as a "shared quest zone". This should spice things up.
After a mandatory stop at the bank to tidy up my bags, I warped to the waypoint and headed towards the camp. After some walking, my status was updated: "Entering Moonlight Forest Orc Camp - level 30 - Number of players in your instance: 3 - Number of prisoners: 1" I grinned: someone had already been defeated and caught by the orcs; another one seemed to be further ahead in the camp; I'll meet them eventually.
I advanced on the map. The Orcs were no match for my character individually, but they aggroed very easily and some of them were heavy-hitters with a very nasty stun mechanic. I play carefully, kiting them one by one, sometime two, with a weak but very useful long-distance holy spell, before striking them down with my hammer. There was no blood nor gore, the orcs simply fell down and disappeared after a moment.
As I passed by a tent, in a corner of the camp, I heard moans and slapping noises inside. That's where the imprisoned player was. I spread open the sheet covering the tent's entrance by a few centimeters, and assessed the situation.
A pair of orcs was busy spit-roasting a male lizard. Judging from his tired face, and the patches of cum which covered the scales of his face and back, I guess he had been stuck there for almost all the duration of his captivity period, probably holding up the best he could until he was able to warp back to the way point or until someone saved him. His hemipenises swung like a pair of pendulums as the orcs rocked the reptile's body with their thrusts, and slapped against his inflated belly. The orcs grunts intensified and the rocking movement stopped as each green-skinned monster crammed their cocks as far as they could down their chosen orifice, to empty their balls inside the prisoner, whose eyes rolled up in their sockets while the new doses of semen joined their kin inside his tummy.
The two orcs were done, which meant they would get out of the tent once they completed their final dialogue, and I would have a few minutes to rescue the lizard. I hid behind the other side of the tent, and watched the two muscular warriors walk away. Once I was sure that I was out from their aggro radius, I slipped back into the tent. The lizard had been tied to a pole, while he waited his next users. "Wh... Has it been five minutes already?..." the lizard muttered, before realizing that I was another player. "Oh..." I quickly looked up the lizard's name. Saheron. A bard, probably the worst class to solo the game. But that did not matter right now. "Thanks for stopping by to help me," Saheron said. "Albeit I can see that you enjoyed the show," he added. Looking down, I realized that my black equine prick was completely out of its sheath, and almost at full hardness. I laughed it off; this happened all the time in this game. "Another guy had entered the zone a few minutes before you, but it seems that he made no effort to look for me. Not that I minded, anyway. Heh heh." While Saheron told his story, I cut his bindings, and cast a healing spell, or rather what passes as a healing spell in that game. "Damn, that feels good," Saheron said, as the spell energized his tired body and restored the state of his sore orifices. "It's rare to see paladins, nowadays. With the expansion pack going on, everyone wants to play a mecha-knight or an engineer." "Tell me about it," I agreed, while we made our way out of the tent and tried to find a safe spot. "I actually started an engineer last week. It's rather original, albeit I would have liked more attack power with my guns." "You will have to choose the gunner spec for that," Saheron advised. "I will think about it," I said, closing the topic. "Say, do you want to team up with me? It must be rather difficult, trying to solo as bard. You must get caught a lot" "I won't say no. I will have to finish this quest eventually," the lizard joked. "Actually, I like the RP of the class, and sometimes I like to play in order find myself in this kind of situations."
I formed a party with Saheron, and we progressed further. We were almost to the end of the camp, which was in a corner of the map, behind another big tent. I was cutting down orcs left and right, while Saheron buffed me with his songs. He did seem to really like singing for his teammates. As we proceeded around the tent, we heard some commotion forward. There was some battle taking place. It was probably the remaining player, the one who did not assist Saheron earlier. We heard metallic objects fall on the ground and then: "Unng! Crap!" the unknown player shout, followed by the orcs laughing. "Caught you, you damn shrimp!" One of the orcs said, his rough voice easily recognizable.
We pressed forward, and saw a teen anthropomorphic cow girl was being harassed by a duo of orcs. One of the green brutes had locked her arms behind her back, while the other was playing with her chest. Despite being twelve-year old, the bovine female already had precocious breasts protruding proudly, probably already full of milk if we considered her race. The other orc was busy pinching and pulling on these small breasts. "Little rogue already has nice tits," he appraised. "We be able ta drink some milk after we fuck you." "Or as we fuck ya," the other orc added. The captured cow girl thrashed against the two muscled males holding her. Her fur was ruffled at places, and her pair of daggers had been thrown away. Her cute brown and white muzzle, as the orc molesting her gave both of her tits a good twist. "Ahnn..." she squealed. "Look, she already gives milk," the green warrior said with a smile, showing his fingers covered by a few drops of the white drink. "It... It's because you've been kneading them so roughly, you pig!" the girl protested. "Sure. How about I get taste, before we give our own 'milk'. Fair trade, right?" his molester teased. The orc pushed his head against the cow's left breast, swallowing the nipple and part of the breast. I could hear the sucking noise from where I am, as well as the rogue's high-pitched reaction.
The lewd part of my brain wished for me to let the lewd scene continue, paladin roleplay be damned, but the pair of orcs noticed us. "New intruders," the orc who was holding the cow girl growled. "We take them out, then we finish our business," his ally scoffed, letting go of his breast. The unfortunate rogue was promptly thrown away, and the orcs charged us. On the moment of receiving the charge of the first orc, my body felt energized suddenly. Thanking silently Saheron, I blocked the orc's attack, and pushed him away with my shield. The second orc was on me, and managed to hit me with his mace; however, I held up thanks to the lizard bard's buff and managed to defeat him. The first enemy followed shortly after. "Bards make the game so easy," I commented to Saheron. "Yup. Paradoxaly, we're not worth a damn in solo," the lizard noted. "And we should not sell the bear's skin yet. The bosses are always scaled up depending on the number of players, after all."
While we were making small talk, the teen bovine stood up. I spoke first: "Hey there. That was a close call." "Yeah, it sure was," she answered. "Normally, rogues roll over PvE content, but locking your character's age after the tutorial makes things much, much harder. The name is Millie, by the way." I looked at Millie. Bovines were always tall and heavy-framed. But equines were too, and right now, her head was barely at the level of my chest. At perfect level to see my penis at full attention. "Well, I see someone has enjoyed the..." she started. "... Done already." Saheron cut her. Then, sarcastically: "Thanks for not helping me, by the way." "What?... Oh..." Millie realized. "Sooorryyy. If I had seen you on the way, I could have done something. But no need to be so salty about it, jeeze." "Why don't we let bygones be bygones?" I proposed, sensing the tension rising a little. "Agreed. Quest first, make-up sex later," Millie joked as she equipped back her daggers. She looked rather cute with her leather straps crossing around her chest and her arms, without ever denying access to her chest and her crotch. "That's a plan that I heartily agree to," I responded. "The make-up sex better be good," Saheron warned in a lighter tone.
Millie added to my party, we entered a small arena, delimited by a fence made of leather skins strapped between pole. A big tent stood on the opposite side; that was probably where the boss would pop up. I entered first, Millie on my side, and Saheron closing the march. Immediately after Saheron stepped in the arena, the leader of the orc band appeared. The_female_ leader, I immediately noticed. An amazonian beauty, probably as tall and muscled than the equine male that I played, with long dark-green hair falling on her shoulders. She was followed right away by two male orcs, much bigger than the ones we fought, with intricate motives painted over their bodies in a crimson red color. Their flaccid cocks were already well-sized, and the three of us silently wished that they were showers, rather than growers. "You made a mistake coming all the way here, intruders," the leader's booming voice welcomed us, in a slightly more developed vocabulary. "But I will be lenient: give us a good fight, and I will consider adding those who fought well to my harem." On these words, the dangerous trio walked slowly towards us, probably to give the players time to plan a strategy.
I briefed my two comrades: "Ok, we'll do it the old fashioned way: I tank, Millie DPS. Saheron, you keep us in good shape with your songs. If you can slip a debuff or two in-between, that will be great." Millie and Saheron nodded. I stepped forward, and aggressively hit my hammer against my shield, my most basic taunt skill. The boss and her two flunkies headed towards me, and I prepared to fight defensively, keeping my focus on the boss. The start of the fight went well, with me parrying and evading the attacks. Millie was wittling down on of the bodyguards, and my taunts managed to keep our opponents mostly on me. But then, the boss used a special attack. Some kind of bash, which sent me back several meters away, a dull pain in my arms; a stun designed to punish tanks overreliant on turtling tactics. "Millie, stop attacking!" I tried to warn, but to late. As Millie rushed at her target for a new assault, she drew his attention on her. A powerful backhand sent her flying away, and the two of them separated from the group. "Crap... I'll try to pick it back. Saheron, cover me!" I shouted to the bard. "Sure th... Oh crap! Watch out, Kern, she's throwing something!" he warned me. The boss had produced a flask and threw it on her target, who was not me, but Saheron. The projectile released a pink smoke on our support. "Cough! Cough! F... Fuck... It's... Oh sorry, Kern, I can't... Hold it..." Saheron suddenly panted. I saw him falling on his knees, beginning to mash his crotch with his hands to push out his hemipenises from their slit, then starting to masturbate them frenetically. The scene distracted me enough to receive a charged attack from the boss directly in the chest. I tumbled and fell on my back. The second bodyguard was quickly on my, pinning my arms to the ground while the boss leisurely strolled towards me.
I had an upside-down view of Millie's situation from my position. The big orc was pulling her up by the armpits, in a Nelson hold, but the teen rogue was so small compared to him that her feet were dangling over the ground. The orc was already hard, and his cock was slipping between her thighs. He was as thick as my flared horse-cock, which meant that Millie would be in for quite a rough time. The orc tried to slip his rod inside Millie, but she struggled desperately. "Don't even... Think about it!" she groaned, trying to get out of the hold. "I'm getting my prize, one way or the other!" the orc warned in return. The orc suddenly pulled Millie's body a little higher, letting his dick flop free and point upward, before letting her fall. I winced, as I saw the girl's ass being spread open by the orc's maleness. "Aaaah!" she shouted in surprise. "Other way it is, then!" the orc said. "Nnnnh, tight! You never had a cock in this hole before, did ya?" "T... Take it off!" she protested, her legs paddling uselessly.. Instead, the orc, keeping his hold under Millie's armpits, joined his hands on the back of her head for support, and pushed her down further. Centimeter after centimeter of orc cock slipped inside Millie's ass, impaling her down the thick pole. The eyes of the teenage cow rolled up, her brain trying to process the overload of sensations coming from her lower belly. Once he could progress no more inside the tight embrace of the rogue, the orc began to pump his hips in and out of the cow-girl's butt to push the remaining length inside through brute force.
Firm hands taking hold of my flared penis brought me back to my own situation. Saheron was still playing with himself, and I had to resist until he comes back to his senses. "Does watching your friend being taken excites you so much?" the orc leader asked coyly. "My, look at this beauty. I can't wait to milk it dry." The chief's bodyguard blocked my view with his big muscled body, but I could feel a pair of thick legs plant themselves on each side of my hips. A few seconds later, something pushed around my flared cock, then spread slowly around the blood-filled organ. I neighed, my whole body shuddering while the female orc descended on my cock. How deep could she go? After what felt like an eternity, she eventually bottomed out, my maleness filling up her experienced vagina entirely, even stretching it a little. "Oooh, I'll definitely keep you around, horsie," the boss cooed. "Now, let's see how long it will take me to empty these big balls of yours." And up and down on my arm-thick pole, she went. The orc pinning me on the ground wasted no time sleeping his fat slob of meat in my mouth. Despite my long equine muzzle, it reached the back of my throat easily, making me gag around his cock. "Rmmm, that's right. A nice big mouth. No risk to choke you like the others, hey?" he commented, as he began to fuck my face.
Here we were, in our sorry state. I did my best to hold my pleasure, but the amazonian orc was gifted and kept squeezing and sucking me in just the right way. Saheron was on his knees, a few meters behind us. One hemipenis in each head, he was still stroking his twin poles steadily, hissing in pleasure. Millie was in the worst situation. Her petite body was rocked by the rough thrusts of the orc taking her ass. Each time his hips slapped her ass, squeezing her tail between his pecs and her back, the air escaped her lugs, forming incoherent, high pitched moans. The form of the monster's penis was discernible under the skin of her belly, which was waving up and down all the way to her navel. While I was busy with my own 'partners', her aggressor took the opportunity of having her literally anchored by his penis to switch stance; his right arm closed around her neck, keeping her back flat against his thick chest in a choking hold, while the left reached down to her crotch. By the time I was looking again, several fat fingers had slipped inside the young rogue, and I had no doubt that he would have squeezed him the entire arm if this was anatomically possible. His thick digits did wonders on Millie's vagina, which was now dripping wet. "Fuck, girl, ya squeezing my fingers even harder than my cock," the orc growled Millie did not have enough air in her lungs to form a coherent sentence "Nnh... Nnaah... Aaah..." "Ya like it when I rub the inside like that? You're trembling like a bitch in heat," her molestor kept teasing. Millie was obviously at her limits: "S... Stop talking like... This... Hiih... Haah... Oh God... I'm gonna... C... Nnn..."
Millie suddenly bellowed a loud "Moooh!" as her entire body tensed. "Aaah... Fuck... My cock... Rrrrnnnngaaa!" the orc growled too. My eyes went wide, just like Millie's, when I saw her belly inflate, little by little, her stomach feeling with orc cum until an outlooker would have believed that she was in early pregnancy.
The orc taking my head mashed his hairy pubis against my nostrils, forcing my attention back at him. The musk was powerful, and I felt dizzy all of a sudden. I felt like I was losing control of myself. "Mmm... You are releasing so much pre that I can actually feel it inside me. Won't be long..." the female orc grunted, still mashing her trained pussy against my crotch. True to her words, I actually felt the cum starting to build up in my balls. If I allowed myself to release, I would be to tired to keep fighting. This would be a complete loss.
It is then that I heard the music. A song produced by a beautiful, silky voice. The orc facefucking me stopped his movements at once. Without a word, he stood back up. "What are you doing, you dork?" his boss questioned. For all answer, his hunchman knocked her off me, and began to direct his attentions to her. As I sat back, still a little dizzy, the orc which had raped Millie, a few moments ago, joined his brethren. The three of them formed a tangled pile of green muscled flesh, wrestling on the ground. I looked back, to see Saheron, a little tired, and semen still dribbling down from his reptile genitals, but out of his addled condition, singing what sounded like a charm song. Not wanting to break his focus, I made a thumb sign as a way to thank him. The bard replied by doing a 'two' sign, probably the duration of the song.
I rushed towards Millie, who was lying on her back, her inflated belly going up and down with her heaving. "M... My ass feels fuzzy..." she groaned, in a delirious state. "Sorry in advance, Millie, but I need you back in shape," I answered. I used one of my most powerful healing spell at my level: imposition of hands. I placed my hands on her belly and chanted a prayer. The teen cow's moans resumed as I forced her body to squeeze out as much orc cum as it could, splashing the ground next to me. "How do you feel?" I asked the healed rogue. "I think I came twice in the span of five minutes, but funnily, I feel good," she answered. "That's my spell's doing," I explained.
"Time's over, Kern. We need to act!" Saheron suddenly said, as he cautiously ran in our direction. I looked at our three opponents. Their intern strife made their health points go down some more, and it looked like we only need to make one big push. My player brain raced through the possible combo attacks we could make. "Millie, take your daggers and hold them up in the air," I directed the rogue. "Try to line them up with the orcs trying to stand up in front of us." "O... Okay..." Millie acknoledged. "Saheron, cast The Power of Love on Millie. Millie, when I give you the go, swing your daggers down, as if you would cut the orcs," I kept ordering. While Saheron began his new ballad, I put my palm on Millie's ruffled hairs and began to recite the prayer for Enchant Light, followed quickly by Enchant - cast Divine Bolt. Meanwhile, the orcs were starting to advance again towards us. "Now?" Millie asked, but I did not answer, focused on my enchantments. Ten meters. "N... Now? Kern?!" Millie asked again. Five meters. "Now!" I suddenly shouted and the rogue struck her daggers down, sending two light-elemental, power-buffed, magic lightning bolts on the clustered trio of orcs, felling them all at once. The three of us looked at the three monsters slowly dissolving away, leaving us alone in the now silent orc camp.
"Hey, I think I got an achievement for that!" Millie shouted, breaking the silence.