Chapter 91 - Consent Was Never An Option (1/2)
”What do we want?!” Yesmina shouted.
”Papa's seed!” Came the thunderous wave of replies.
”When do we want it?!”
”Now!”
”Good! Bring him out!”
I was then carried out while tied to a bed with some sort of magical rope, fully nude. We were gathered in front of the city lord's manor where hundreds of beautiful winged Angels were worked up in a frenzy.
By now all the players and other NPCs were driven out of the city and the Angels had taken over.
I felt like I was in episode four of Kuroinu, but reversed and I was the only one getting gangbanged.
...Okay, I'll admit it. Guys, I f.u.c.k.i.e.d up. I f.u.c.k.i.e.d up real bad.
***
”The only real perk to being a Dragon? Lifespan. I just want to live long enough to see future cars. Are cars gonna be able to fly or is everything gonna be on a magnetic track, that's all I wanna know.” I broke off to swat Yesmina's hands. ” Girl seriously man you gotta get your hands up off me before I f.u.c.k you up. Shit is nasty, creepy as f.u.c.k. Been touching my n.i.p.p.l.e for the last fifteen minutes.”
Oh, right. It was Grey now.
”What's a car, Master?” Minnie asked.
”A metal carriage.”
”...Woah…” Girl looks like I just blew her goddamn mind. She then very expertly refilled her bong's bowl with fresh weed and prompted Sera to set it alight. The water bubbled as the smoke traveled down the stem and then up the chamber neck, releasing the now much smoother and creamier fumes. ”That's wack yo.”
”Word.” Sera agreed vacantly. She then giggled moments later. ”Oh gods, I can't believe I'm just saying word to things now.”
”Word.” Minnie nodded absently.
Oh yeah. These guys are high as balls. I chuckled and looked over at the scene of chaos to our front. There were players everywhere in the city. Literally filling the streets with white usernames above their heads. And what were they doing? Living up to the Love Orgy title, of course.
I mean n.a.k.e.d bodies up and down the streets just pounding against each other.
”Oh f.u.c.k yeah spread it.”
”What the f.u.c.k, take it out!”
”Oh god, I can feel you inside me.”
”I hope mom and dad don't find out.”
They were totally freaking out the locals.
”What the hell is going on?!”
”Mommy, I'm scared!”
”It's the end of days!”
”Dammit, Karl, put your c.o.c.k away!”
Every non-player was having a perfectly normal reaction to the mass orgy that was currently plaguing their city. The city guard had, of course, been called. But they had trouble keeping up with the sheer number of pervs and soon their jails were going to be full if they weren't already.
I'm not even sure if most of these players knew each other, they just spawned in and started f.u.c.k.i.n.g.
Some of them even tried to get with Mary and the others, but that never ended well.
”Young Master, is it okay if I feed these rabbits their own disgusting baby carrots?”
Bubbles just drowned them. ”I'm shpoken for!” She would drunkenly drawl.
As for Chef Milf and Becks?
”The sound of their heads popping is so ther.a.p.eutic.” The Fae Queen was doused in blood gotten from literally popping the players' heads open between her hands. ”Pretty!” She'd marvel each time their bodies would burst into specks of prismatic light.
Becks...she just kept close. ”Warm...warm…” Kid absolutely refused to leave my side. Once, some enterprising young chap tried to sneak up and f.u.c.k her from behind as she buried herself in the back of my neck.
His screams as a thick icicle was thrust into his unsuspecting anus still rang in my ears even an hour after he logged out.
I morbidly wondered if the ”game” would have allowed **** between players and NPCs.
By the way, we didn't all choose to come out.
”It's over 9 o'clock, why are you singing? People are trying to sleep!” Mira roared as she rushed downstairs.
”We had our roof ripped off and THIS wakes you?!”
”Ripped off? What? You--” She'd stopped. ”M-Mother?” A nervous, fearful stammer.
The woman had been busy staring at her own sparkling hand with a stupid smile on her face. She continued with that weird grin as she looked up and saw her daughter. ”Mira..heyyyy~.I missed you SO much~ Wow, when did you get so fat? Anyway, look, I found Daddy! Come and say hello~ ” There was simply no sign of the dangerous, kill-happy woman who first arrived.
”Are you…” MIra hesitated. ”Are you...high?”
”Oh crap, the baby!” I had realized the smoke and powder handing in the air wasn't good for a pregnant woman. ”Everyone out!” I waved off the fumes and hurried everyone out the door.
”Wait! What's going on? Why's mother here? And why's Evie on the floor?” Mira called out in worry.
It was only when I heard this that I recalled she was hiding in one of the corners of the room prior to my drugging of Mary and the others. I remember turning and seeing her ass up in the air staring back at me as we left.
Anyway, that's what happened.
Now we were just sitting on a bench enjoying the sight of pure mayhem as players f.u.c.k.i.e.d, locals panicked, and Chef Milf began a competition with Milly to see who could get the highest kill count.
Minnie would probably be freaking out right now if she was able to make sense of anything going on at the moment.
[Several targets have been charmed]
***
The first to come off was my shirt. Then my pants. That's how it began. Now freed from the shackles of common decency, I danced. Loud, feminine cheers greeted me with feverish excitement.
Rhiannon, our resident Fae Queen whose name I finally learned, conjured multicolored lights for special effect while Basshunter's Dota played aloud. In my mind.
Vi sitter här i Venten och spelar lite DotA (I hear you, man)
Vi sitter här i Venten och spelar lite DotA (I feel you, man)
Vi sitter här i Venten och spelar lite DotA
Och pushar på och smeker
Med motståndet vi leker
Vi sitter här i Venten och spelar lite DotA
Och springer runt och creepar
Och motståndet vi sleepar
Let's get it on!
As my tight leather underwear--not sure where I found them--cradled my crotch I did the signature head whip and suddenly numerous pairs of panties found their way onstage. Which was to say, the table in my living room. We came back after
My body shone faintly with sweat and my h.i.p.s thrust in and out to the beat of the song. I'm fairly certain at one point my c.o.c.k hit someone's face who got a little too close, but I didn't hear a complaint.
[Multiple targets have been charmed]
The system kept spouting out new notifications like that for hours.
I abruptly stopped. ”Gotta take a leak.” I told them. And hopped down. I drunkenly wandered off to the bathroom to the sound of cat-calls. It was a bit chilly for some reason, and dark. I tripped and fell face-first onto the dirt.
Shaking my head, I saw a bright orange dot in front of me. It was beautiful. Like...like a firefly. But it wasn't a firefly. I stared at it. After about three minutes I got the urge to kick it.
”F.u.c.k!” Someone cursed. I blinked. A dude! ”What the hell is your problem?!” I belatedly realized that the orange dot was from a lit cigar being smoked by some guy in the woods away from the Academy.
Wait. Hol up. The Academy? When did I get here? I don't remember coming here….
Oh gods. It finally happened, didn't it? I done got myself kidnapped by aliens.
Well they picked the wrong guy to probe!
”Bug-faced bitches. Imma go Independence Day on they asses.” I slurred, suddenly staring at the man in front of me with intense suspicion. Somehow my c.o.c.k was already in my hand and I was peeing on the ground by his feet. His face was horrible. He was definitely a shady motherf.u.c.ker if I ever saw one.
I narrowed my eyes at him. ”You're one of them, aren't you?! Die!” I was ready to tear the no-good body-snatcher limb from limb but a familiar scent caught my nose. ”Wait. Do you smell that?” I sniffed. Then sniffed again.
The guy muttered, ”Crazy asshole.” And walked off. I paid him no mind.
I could almost taste it...this smell, this flavor….
I felt my mouth water. Turning my head, a big bag of weed greeted me. ”Damien,” It called, voice like a siren.
And my mind, dizzy from copious amounts of drugs and herbs, began to hallucinate an entire life between me and the giant bag of weed. Our first kiss. Our first paddle boat ride. The time we first made love. Our wedding day. Happy times, for sure.
”Damien.”
Though of course it was followed by a period of turmoil shown by the day when I, stressed out from hard work and having to take care of all the bills, snapped at her.
I could see it now. A sleazy, tank-top wearing me, in my mind, accepting a cup from my lovely bag of weed. Then spitting it out in disgust and slapping the bag angrily.