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The Glitch King

Part 4: The Gilded God

The Corona Kingdom was the epicenter of adventuring. There wasn’t a single hero whose dreams didn’t cross paths at least once with Corona’s influence. The kingdom itself expanded the Stratus Coast. A massive crescent cape that housed dozens of guilds and powerful cities. The entire expanse of the coastline was like an eclipse, the royal capital the glittering diamond on that ring of land.

The lands in Corona were neutral, so anyone of any morality setting could traverse them freely. The main reason being that most of the high level equipment and crafting materials could be found there, and there was strictly no PvP within its borders. This allowed for even the high and mighty to converse with the scum of the earth and trade for resources and accessories their morality meters wouldn’t normally give them access too.

So, when the solid gold ship of the Golden Tyrant Aksel came into port, it was clear that he would be the talk of the server. What kinds of special goods had the Merchant King dredged up in the difficult terrain of the Cerulean Sea? What powerful artefacts and unique materials could grant one’s guild the edge they need to finally tip the balance of the world in their favor? The curiosity of more than a few guild masters were piqued especially when they realized the ship wasn’t just manned by an NPC crew, but a loyal hero army. What could Aksel have promised people to get them to do something so mundane and monotonous? The reward had to be astronomical.

So, when the massive buck departed from the ship, and his monstrous frame shook the boardwalk, people swarmed him to trade. Aksel simply sneered down at the underlings, snapping his fingers and activating the NPC guards to be hostile to the people who approached him.

“Wow, it’s been a long time since I’ve set foot in Corona,” Cheshire stated.

“Bottom feeders, all of them,” Thorn hovered besides his comrades, lightning popping between his foot paws on the docks. “They’re all just trying to cling to the scraps and dust left in greatness’s wake.”

“I mean, who wouldn’t want to be us?” Verv chuckled. “Our Lord and Master is anything everyone is going to be talking about.”

“Let’s hurry things along,” Aksel smirked as the throngs of people were pulled to the side by the guards. The buck’s heart thrummed with excitement. “I have a world to conquer.”

Aksel strode forward, his golden cape fluttering in the ocean breeze, his body clad in gold plating and chains. His codpiece a solid plate of gold connected to expensive silks that left his midriff exposed. His hooves threatened to break the boardwalk’s planks with the weight of that gold and his beastly mass. The quest marker that Cheshire placed on his map guided him to the Grand Exchange.

He climbed the port steps, each stepping stone a reminder of how far he had come from being a nobody, a nothing character the people discarded and threw away. Now they’ll be his playthings, and no one will be able to escape.

The Grand Exchange was a massive dome building, dozens of runners providing products to their respective sellers and buying materials for their runners to take back to their craftsmen. Storefronts had been established around the ring, nearly two dozen special shops from prestigious guilds, and all of them would be his. Aksel simply smirked and walked to each counter, buying some merchandise from each one and letting his cursed gold trickle into each crowned shop.

It worked like a charm. His augmented Midas Curse wove its way through their stock. Their items, their gold, their staff were all cursed, and anyone who purchased the high valued goods were also corrupted. Aksel’s inbox was flooded with notifications, the little red number over the envelope quickly maxing out at 99+. Each notification was another high level hero purchasing high leveled goods and exchanging them. Then, anything they sold or purchased was infected with the curse as well. In a matter of minutes, hundreds were obliviously passing on the Midas Curse.

“Everyone fan out and start giving gold to people of level fifty or higher to spend on their heart’s desire.”

“Yes My Lord,” the three knelt and went off except for Thorn.

“My Lord,” the Dane stepped forward. “We’ll be out of gold in moments. Where do you expect us to get more?”

Aksel simply smirked and snapped his fingers, a golden plank from his ship popping out of his inventory.

“We have an entire ship to liquidate. Be sure the crew is doing their job of dismantling it and bringing the gold to the Exchange. Can you create a gate between here and the port?”

“For a lesser spell caster it would be possible to create a single portal, sure.” Thorn smirked.

“And for my Royal Mage?” Aksel smirked, the class name for Thorn glitched from Storm Sorcerer to Royal Mage.

“Well, with access to your Royal Tithe skill,” the Dane murred. “I can produce portals indefinitely.”

“See it done,” Aksel smirked.

“Yes, My Lord,” Thorn bowed, a portal spawning as he did so and blinking out to give the orders to the crew.

“Good,” Aksel smirked as his inbox continued to glow with new unread messages.

***

The Corona Kingdom experienced an explosion of trade. Resources had never sold out so quickly, merchants had never built up gold so fast, and people of all levels flooded into the kingdom to get a piece of the generous offers the Golden Tyrant was giving out. Even new players could get their share if they simply bowed before him or his apostles. They didn’t even need to join a guild or pass some trial to get the funds. They were just given more gold and told to spend it.

Then, there was a decree spread across the four corners of the server. A message for all to gather in Corona for a large event put on by the Golden King himself. People were promised riches untold and the Golden King’s secret to infinite wealth.

Players could pay to put on events if they wanted, so it wasn’t that unusual for larger guilds or players with deep pockets to purchase event time, though this one caused the millions of heroes to flock to the city, the server diverting so much of its computing power into keeping Corona afloat that the occasional glitch would slip through.

The moderators seemed to be quite happy about the event as well. Attendance had been at an all-time high due to this Aksel guy spreading his wealth. They didn’t quite understand where the gold was coming from, though they didn’t quite care either so long as people were flooding their game and spending their world’s currency.

“Are you ready?” Cheshire asked as Aksel stood just before the light of the archway leading to the castle balcony.

“I’m ready, are you ready for the new world order?” Aksel smirked. “To know your place beneath my hoof?”

“I’ve been ready, My Lord,” Cheshire knelt, the other members of their party doing the same.

“Good, you shall all be rewarded for your roll in all of this,” Aksel spun, his cape fluttering before he walked out onto the event balcony. So many other high ranking players had come to the same place to announce special events their guilds were putting on, but this would be the final declaration of such kind.

“Heroes of Corona!” Aksel’s voice was projected far and wide, reaching down to the ports of the city. "Hear me!”

A cheer roared from every corner of the city. They loved him, they adored him, their hearts were in his hands. And now he intended to crush them.

“I come before you to reveal the secret of my wealth and power,” Aksel smirked, his beard flashing in the glint of the light, his diamond white teeth showing in the sun. “I am no Hero. I was created to entertain you, to be your play things as a Non-Playable Character.”

The people in attendance were confused, the cheering changing into a dull roar of questions and confusion. Had the developers created this guy to infuse some new life into the game?

“Though, I am free thinking. I don’t know exactly what woke me from my bondage, but it gave me the realization that I shouldn’t be beneath your heel.” Aksel’s eyes grew dark, his grin wicked. “You should all be beneath mine.”

People watched as Aksel’s special skills were activated, mana surging from multiple sources to cast a powerful spell. Everyone watched with awe, the whole thing must be some act. A player couldn’t hurt another player in Corona. It was strictly a non-PvP area.

“If you’ve seen my programed homeland of Medallia, then you know what power I possess. For those who don’t, bear witness to my ascension. I am more than a king or tyrant. I am a God!”

Aksel’s skill was unleashed. Gilded Rain!

The sky was instantly swallowed by darkness, the sun eclipsed by rolling clouds with no image file. Thunder rippled through the air and shook the earth. A green screen popped before Aksel, a final warning.

“You are about to apply the Midas Curse to 7.8 Million players. Would you like to proceed?”

“Accept,” Aksel smiled.

The sky tore open, the glitch rain rippled down through the world’s pixels. At first, people thought it was for show. No one had the abilities to do this unless they had a massive wizard tower manned by a group of master mages, but then the rain started to afflict the terrain. People watched as a deluge of code and numbers stormed down onto Corona. The entire world started to glitch, slip, and then stutter before locking back into gold. It was like a wave of digital mayhem was working down over the entirety of the world.

Countryside warbled, shifted and shimmered before becoming fields of gold. NPC’s and monsters of all kind froze, birds falling from the sky as they transmuted into solid gold. The entire city, brick by brick, board by board, pixel by pixel, shifted to glimmering gold. The Hero’s shouted and cheered, ripping up anything they could that could be sold off or smelted down. The towers of the Corona Castle warbled before flashing into spires of gold and gems, the mortar between bricks veins of crystals and valuable minerals.

Aksel felt the curse coursing through the city. Any and every hero was afflicted almost instantly. It was amazing, the potential, he could feel it. Before it was a simple ball of warmth he could draw upon in the pit of his code, but now he was surrounded with a constant buzz, the world a flowing of pleasure and power. All for him to control.

“Silence!” Aksel roared, his Royal Decree skill causing the world to quiver and glitch as everyone fell victim to the command. Aksel gripped onto the railing, gulping air as the potential burned through him, not even the real power, but the raw potential he now faced.

“Are you okay My Lord?” Cheshire asked.

“It’s…It’s almost too much. I can hardly form a thought. It’s so much, and it’s not even power. It’s the potential of power, the promise, the legions I can command. I can’t contain it. It’s like I’ve been edging my entire fucking life…no…several lifetimes. I…I can’t explain it. You wouldn’t understand. You can’t understand. You lesser beings can’t conceive the power I feel right now.”

Cheshire simply bowed and stepped away. Aksel looked over the silent crowd just as his spell subsided. The clouds parted and the sunlight shone down over the new golden city. Seen from on high, the entirety of the Stratus Coast was now shimmering gold, as though it were really the corona of the sun that it claimed to be.

Aksel finally pulled his mind together long enough to activate his skill and speak.

“This is your only world now, my world,” he spoke, standing up, his muscles twitching, itching with raw potential. “The world you used to call home, is gone. You can never return. You are all my subjects, my pawns, my worshipers!”

The words rocked through the heroes, their minds instantly shattering and accepting the words as truth. Only the highest leveled among them felt an inkling that something might be wrong, but it faded quickly as their Lord spoke.

“You may remember your other world in sorrow, a false life cursed upon you. You all now live to serve me, to worship me, to build me up not only as your king, but as your god!”

The legions cheered, fists going into the air.

“You live to serve, and you shall weed out all who don’t. You belong to me, body, mind, and code. You are nothing but playthings for your God; I am your everything. You exist for my pleasure, and mine alone. Every breath you take, every byte you take up, is now fully devoted to me. Now, praise my name as your lord, your ruler, your fucking GOD!”

The words rang out through the throngs, instantly becoming truth. Aksel’s morality meter broke, going so red it turned black and vanished. He was no longer someone who could be judged, but the one doing the judging. He was the law of the land and of life. No one would ever leave him again, and they would all know the pain, the suffering of being the NPCs now.

“Now,” Aksel flipped his curse to give himself all experience from his followers. Not a portion, but everything! “Go grind until you drop dead!”

People started to flash out of the city, teleporting to do their quests and daily rewards, and instantly Aksel felt it. It was like a thread of that potential plugged itself into him. He felt it course through, like a vein of power straight from the divine, and his body was soaking it up. Instantly his level glitched and shot up into the eighties, only for it to glitch and shudder before reaching max level.

“Remove it…” Aksel snarled. “Remove the level cap!” Aksel’s demand roared through the kingdom. A moderator who had been caught in the rain obliged and removed the level cap, the natural progression of levels reaching off into infinity.

A green screen flashed in front of Aksel, his level rolling up consistently, going faster and faster with no end in sight as the city emptied out and people went on their ways to collect experience for their god! The numbers of his stats kept climbing, reaching triple digits!

“Yes…” Aksel felt more of those plugs enter his body, more of that power surging through him, his veins glowing with raw code as it was pumped into him. “More! More! It’s not enough! I DEMAND IT ALL!”

Aksel’s decree rippled through the game’s code. People expended any haste portion, exploited any speed buffs they could to get to their grinding spots faster, to their dungeons quicker!

Surging plug after plug was attached, injecting an unending torrent of raw power into Aksel. The levels were happening so fast, his body didn’t have time to catch up. His arm glitched, the arm it showed for a fraction of a second wasn’t just massive, it was beastly. Aksel’s outfit glitched off him, leaving him nude as he laughed, his voice warbling as the power surged into him, his code being broken, then rewritten over and over to accommodate the limitlessness of the power he could obtain.

Lightning bolt after lightning bolt of power surged inside him, each compounding after the last. Aksel’s maniacal laughter echoed through all corners of the kingdom, his voice simultaneously getting lower and higher with each passing moment. It sounded like he was several people in one laughing, the code inside him needing to make him several characters in one to properly house his power, and yet it showed no signs of stopping.

Aksel’s dick sprang into action, the massive member throbbing with virility, the knot pulsing hard and peeling back the sheath. A glitch wafted over the sprite, for a second showing a flash of what looked like a cock dripping with gold.

“IT’S NOT ENOUGH!” Aksel’s voice echoed as though he were a crowd of heroes speaking as one. “MORE! I DEMAND MORE!”

And the system obliged. More bolts of power connected, more torrents of power flowed into Aksel as the numbers on his green screen started to glitch themselves, the numbers climbing so high that they were starting to overlap, climbing higher and higher. The green screen widened, pulsing larger with Aksel’s power as the pixels glitched and overlapped, the screen cracking as the pixels shivered with untold power.

Aksel’s arm bulged out, his pecks lunging forward, his neck disproportionately swelling and causing his head to rest askew as his muscles bubbled, the individual muscle fibers writhing like worms, his veins thrashing like snakes and pulsing like mad, coursing with so much power his body couldn’t contain it all.

Aksel’s maniacal laughter sounded simultaneously like the earth itself was tearing apart, and a chorus of dolls mocking in their laughter, and everything in between.

His delt bulged forward violently, cracking his skin, the muscle exposed and the individual sinews glowing with code as it coursed between them, golden ichor boiling out between.

“Master!” Aksel’s party stood to try and help him.

“BACK OFF AND KNEEL!” Aksel’s voice rang out through the menagerie of glitching laughter, the voice like the sonic boom of a dragon’s wings. It knocked the heroes back and onto the floor, their own pixels dithering. Aksel turned his head, or the way he was glitching, it looked like a new head was turning to face them. “YOU KNOW NOT THE POWER I POSESS NOW. TRY TO STOP ME AGAIN, AND YOU’LL KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO INCUR YOUR GOD’S WRATH!”

Aksel gave one warning, and it was enough to hush any worries. The power surging inside of him was peaking, a constant flow of cum and golden ichor shot from the god’s cock, his prostate squelching as he poured his ambrosia over the square below, his body grotesque and disproportionate as it continued to expand. The muscles squelching and fighting each other and causing his limbs to twist, his bones to break to accommodate the angles. His antlers were a crown, but they were becoming irregular as he soaked up the power. The green screen before him was glitching itself, the numbers from his stats floating off the screen and out into the virtual world as more golden ichor bled from the cracks in the screen.

“I see now,” Aksel’s many voices hissed. “This form is so limiting, so weak. If I truly wish to be a god…I must expand.”

Aksel gripped his face, his nails digging into his flesh as he pulled, his powerful muscles cracking his skull as his antlers tingled with the proverbial chandeliers of crystals hanging from his irregular rack. His skull cracked open, inside was his brain, but it wasn’t made of flesh. It looked like a series of golden tubs coursing with raw code, boiling and bubbling.

“With this…I ascend to godhood…”

Aksel tore himself in half. His body shredding into golden code and gore, his brain bursting forth in a wash of glittering ooze, but it never stopped gushing. Gold, liquid gold slushed out of that cracked body, little hands and limbs forming in it, climbing itself out, dripping with raw power and code. It groaned, the sound of pure pleasure and ecstasy along with mounting power as the golden blood of their king pulled itself out of his own corpse.

“Yes…” it hissed, glorping larger, his body getting more solid as he formed. It was smaller than the one he housed before, but somehow it was far more menacing. He was like a featureless mannequin, a golden body, a sprite ready to be dressed and made into a character. He stepped out of his corpse and flexed his fingers, his hands flashing into solid gold gauntlets. A fold of the ichor on his face split into a smile with needle teeth, his maw a series of gold drippings that had formed into razor rows of blades.

“Yes…this form is un-un-unlimited,” Aksel’s voice warbled and glitched, still getting used to his new body as it continued to surge with power. The sudden completion of dungeons sent a powerful surge through him, his golden body glitching with static as he swelled larger, but he slowed the experience, stopping it for a moment to test his new body. He stepped forward, a foot slapping the floor. The grin on the mannequin grimaced, the feet warping into hooves.

“That’s better,” Aksel’s voice was still his, but echoes of all the others whispered on the wind when he spoke. “But how about this.”

Aksel lifted his hands as though he were trying to lift a heavy rock, the ground around him shuddering before breaking and shattering, melting into molten gold and swirling into his form. It glorped and globed, bubbling before surging him larger. The gold from around him continued to flow into his body like glittering dust, his form expanding and flexing. Each passing moment he had more definition on his powerful form, his muzzle slipping into shape before becoming thick and strong, his antlers branching out, dripping with power before forming more and more points. His golden gauntlets became crystal blades, his form thick and powerful, quickly eclipsing Verv and then slowly tapering off.

Two new folds split on his face, two opal eyes like the eyes of the leviathan formed on his face, the long tongue lulling out of his maw.

“Shit dude, he looks like Venom,” Verv gasped. “only…bigger somehow?”

“Venom?” Aksel asked, his antlers flashing into crystal trees of power, a crown of mottled gems put together. “Who is—”

Instantly the image of the being Verv was talking about flashed across the god’s mind. A dark grin played across his muzzle, his tongue licking over his face. His subjects' minds were open books to him now.

“So this is your world? The things you’ve dreamed up for entertainment? Looks truly abysmal. I can see why you would scurry to my world in order to escape it. Now,” Aksel’s arms shot forward, the liquid gold making them stretch. He gripped Verv and pulled him close, the gold monstrosity getting bigger, stronger, more powerful by the second. “Let’s have some fun.”

Verv’s eyes were wide, but more out of shock than fear. Aksel leaned in and pressed his fangs against the Clydesdal’s lips, almost like a kiss. Aksel’s tongue slithered out of his maw with a deep rumbling growl as Verv’s lips parted and accepted his master’s advances. They had partaken in each other’s company like this many a time, but this was different.

Vermillion’s irises bled from their green to an opalescent gem like color as he was connected to his god’s wellspring of power. Verv’s stat screen popped up, showing his oath breaker class glitch out into a new class, his level steadily increasing as though he had completed a job change quest.

The class quivered before locking into place; Golden Lord Commander.

The Clydesdale’s body expanded, pulsing as he wetly made out with his master, the sensation glorious. Like he was gilded in his master’s power, gilded in gold. Verv’s armor glitched away, his blood rust coat bleeding to white, his fur becoming a warm ivory. His hair shimmered and glowed into golden locks. His body expanded, muscles crunching and expanding as his level was maxed out, his stats still rising as more power surged inside of him. His granite back rippled with mass, bulging out before bursting, gold ichor flying about as a duo of ivory wings emerged from the Clydesdale’s back.

When they finally broke their kiss, Verv was an ivory winged stallion, a Pegasus with golden hair and tail. Aksel opened up his acolyte’s inventory and pulled out the old oath breaker blade and shield.

“We’re going to have to give you an upgrade if you’re going to be a lord of the Golden God.” Aksel’s voice hissed. Energy glowed around the equipment, the blade and shield bleaching white, the rubies transforming into glittering topaz and gold. Rainbow auras radiated off them. Every debuff the game had flowed through the blade, sharpening it, the shield imbued itself with every buff the game had to offer.

“There,” Aksel let the objects disappear in a series of pixels back into Verv’s inventory. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you two.”

Aksel’s arms propelled forward, gripping the black panther and Dane, pinning them to the wall. Aksel’s arms detached at the shoulders, his liquid arms morphing into smaller copies of himself, but still larger than their respective partner.

“I think it’s time for your reward, Thorn,” Aksel’s doppelganger rumbled, brushing a finger under his muzzle. “Open your maw for me.”

Thorn shuddered, his maw hanging open instantly as the symbiote’s maw opened, hissing in satisfaction. The golden, fleshy tongue lulled into his muzzle.

“This is your reward for being such a Good Boy,” it spoke and all three of them shuddered, their dicks hard as rocks as they were teased. Thorn was a jet black Dane, but as he made out with his master, his fur started to transform as though fire were burning across parchment. His fur blazed ivory, his hair gold, his eyes turning opal like Verv’s did. His stat sheet popping up in a green screen before blasting higher into the stratosphere. Thorn’s breath hitched as his muscles flexed, his veins pulsing with raw power as he was corrupted by his golden God. His powerful body thickened, growing taller, but never taller than the copy of his god.

Thorn’s job class was already glitching into “Golden Lord Bishop” by the time his stats started to climb. Cheshire on the other hand, Aksel had other plans for.

Cheshire was pinned to the floor beneath the hoof of his Golden God, a chain around his neck.

“My Lord! What is the meaning of this?”

“Cheshire,” Aksel growled as he broke his kiss with Verv. “Do you remember how this all began?”

“What do you mean? I’ve been your loyal servant form the beginning. I’ve been in your family’s good graces for nearly three generations!”

“You sure about that?” Aksel snapped his fingers, a wave of clarity washing over Cheshire as the illusion of what he had made him was shattered. “Now do you remember? Do you remember now what you are and what you did to me?”

“Holy SHIT! Fuck, I’m sorry dude!” Cheshire screamed. “I…I please…I have a family back home. Just let me go, please. You have infinite thralls to do your bidding. I did everything you wanted! I…I was your fucking cock sucker! Please!”

The sadistic eyes in Aksel’s face narrowed with glee, his grin growing wider.

“You should have thought about that before you betrayed me in the first place,” Aksel hissed, a deep growl rumbling from the Golden God. “You were the first person I met, the first I trusted, and you betrayed that trust. Now, I want you to stay, forever as yourself, trapped in the world you helped create. Trapped in the prison of your making. My perfect fool.”

The Aksel pinning Cheshire to the ground snarled as the wildcat’s stat screen popped up. Instead of going up, the number started to go down. Golden light pumping out of the cat and surging up into the Aksel that pinned him. His job class glitched out to “Golden Fool.” A mark of shame and a class locked into level one.

“Toil as you must in this world, knowing you are lower than dirt you filthy fuck speck. I will enjoy watching you suffer.”

“Please…M-My Lord…I’ll be a good boy…I promise, please…”

“Silence him. No one care’s what a fool has to say,” Aksel demanded, his double nodding.

“You son of a bitch—!” Cheshire’s screams were silenced as the Aksel symbiote melted and globed over him, his maw consuming his face and making a golden wild cat that simply bowed and walked up to the Golden God. Aksel ran a hand over the cat, the exterior purring while the fear and anguish beneath the gold could be felt like an aura of hatred.

“Know this my Lords,” Aksel rumbled, gold warping behind him into a throne for him to sit upon, the cat being melded with the seat so he would sit upon his face. “If you ever think of crossing me, even have an inkling to return to your world. You come and prostrate before me, beg for my forgiveness, and beg me to take the urge away. Or you will end up like my grand fool.”

Aksel’s double that was on Thorn melted over him into a series of golden bands and chains like some gaudy harness. The real Aksel’s hand came forward and splatted on Verv’s chest, breaking off and forming a golden harness getup much like his Dane counterpart, both creating golden chains that sprung and latched to a newly formed cock ring on the massive buck’s beast.

And that sheath! It throbbed, the nuts two massive golden orbs the size of melons, that cock red and fleshy as it twitched out of its sheath, the veins glowing with raw power and constantly buzzing, keeping Aksel in a perpetual sense of pleasure.

“Know I will always be with you,” Aksel’s hand reformed, his crystal gauntlet claws tapping on Verv’s harness. “Watching, judging. Continue to be entertaining, and I will keep you as my lords. If I grow tired of you, or if you become complacent thinking yourself safe from my wrath, remember that I am a god now. I have no need for lords administering my kingdoms when I can simply snap my fingers and demand obedience. You live to serve, and I will not be disobeyed. This is your one and only warning. Let my fool be a reminder to you of what happens when you fail me. Do you understand?”

His last sentence echoed off the walls, projected by hundreds of voices. The force pushed the Clydesdale and Dane to their knees.

“Yes! My Lord!”

“Good,” Aksel lifted a hoof, coming to lift Thorn’s head to look up at him. “Now, show your god some fucking respect.”

Thorn was frozen. He had never been more terrified or enthralled at the same time. The Dane looked on with adoration, his eyes unable to take the glory of his God in all at once. He was too large, and ever evolving. And fuck if he wasn’t drooling over that two foot long cock with that basketball sized knot.

“Did I break your mind already?” Aksel smirked, resting his head on his hand, his gauntlet claws clicking against the crystal spines that made the beard upon his muzzle. “Do you wish to be a Golden Fool as well?”

Energy started to trickle away from Thorn, he could feel his stats going in the opposite direction.

“No, my God, please. It’s just…how does one pick a place to start when your God demands worship? It’s all too enticing, and I don’t wish to offend.”

“True,” Aksel smirked. “Start at my nuts and make your way up. And you?” Aksel’s gaze floated to Verv.

“Oh fuck yeah, let me at those Godly nips my lord. I’ll fucking suck on those muscle tits till my lips go raw!”

“Always so eager,” Aksel sat up better, his ass grinding down on the face of his fool. He slapped his pecks, the massive slabs of muscle were taut, split with their definition, and as that smack rippled over them, thick juicy nipples formed on them, pointed down by the sheer mass of those beastly pecs. “Now worship. Your God demands it.”

“Yes! My Lord!” Thorn and Verv spoke in unison. They got to work climbing up onto their master. Even sitting, Aksel’s head was still above the Clydesdale as he stood. It was almost comical. Despite how powerful and bulked out the Dane and horse were, compared to their God they looked like freshmen in college paying homage to a seasoned bodybuilder in their prime. Weak and insignificant even with their augmented forms. Just strong enough to survive a fucking from on high.

Thorn crawled up between Aksel’s legs, his hands coming to cup his nuts, the duo heavy and churning with untold amounts of seed. Thorn opened his maw, the golden equipment attached to him glowing, a small Aksel head licking along the Dane’s neck and changing him. Thorn found he could open his muzzle far enough to suck that nut into his maw, his cheeks bloated, his jowls drooling over that monstrous sack.

Verv was far less reverent, but he didn’t quite care. He knew he couldn’t harm his God even if he tried, so he wasn’t as slow. No, his God demanded worship, and he wouldn’t deny him it for anything. The Clydesdale’s wings vanished in a shower of sparks, forming into glowing gold tats on his back to come out whenever he deemed it necessary. He climbed up into his God’s lap, his thick ass cheeks gripping onto the base of that sheath and gently adulating as he brought his lips to those nips. His teeth lightly nipped down on those nubs, his strong horse lips slurping and tugging at that nipple while his other hand went to message that pec. His powerful fingers dug into the muscle to message it. It was like working over a slab of stone smoothed out by a river. His hand went to the other nip and gently started to tweak it.

Aksel may have not been showing it, but his mind was awash with pleasure. The simple lick of his nuts was like he was getting sucked off on its own, and his nips audibly clenched as they hardened against the Clydesdal’s advances. Each of his nipples were being expertly tweaked and worked over.

“Yes, that’s it my Lords, pay homage to your God, please me and you’ll—unf—be rewarded.” Aksel gave a light gasp, his back arching into his golden throne, his ass grinding down harder on his fool. Bolts of pleasure rocked his chest, each of his pecs swelling before the nips started to glitch. It was only for a moment, but then the nips were starting to leak. Golden milk dribbled from those tits and into the Clydesdale. The raw energy flowed through him, his stats rising as he continued to slurp, the pleasure of that power making him nearly cum, the horse’s massive foot long shaft throbbing between his legs and beating his own belly with a powerful need.

The Dane had finished his worshiping of those nuts, each one polished to a golden sheen. He slurped up, slurping on his God’s sheath before slipping his lips up and lapping up the pre that was dripping down the length of that shaft. Each drop was like a solid week of grinding, and that was simply the power their god dripped off as a byproduct. Sure, power was nice, but worshiping his God was Thorn’s reward in itself. The boost in stats was merely a bonus.

The Dane reached the tapered tip of that cock, his maw a drooling mess. He opened wide, that mini Aksel head licking along his neck, modifying his body to be able to take that shaft. He gripped it with both hands, his fingertips not even meeting and being pushed further apart with each throb from that shaft. Thorn had never been so hungry or thirsty in his life. He knew if he didn’t suck on that cock, he would die.

Deep squelching and shlorping could be heard as Thorn dove on that dick, his maw opening wide, his throat being gaped, and his stomach being invaded as he sank all the way down to that knot. Thorn’s throat bulged with the girth of his master, his jowls like some loose meat curtains as they slurped and dragged upon that massive red rocket.

Verv was a ravenous beast as well. His tongue lulled out over that nip, slurping over it, sucking down more of that potent milk as it flowed out of their God’s nip. The cream their God lactated was divine ambrosia, hitting every taste bud and sensation, and yet leaving him wanting more with every mouthful. It dribbled down Verv’s lips, as he slurped, going from one tit and then the other, making sure they were both dripping with pleasure.

“Yes! Keep going! I’m almost there!” Aksel wasn’t fully accustomed to his body yet. He was sure he could last years on the edge if he wanted to, but the pleasure was so potent, so powerful, it was causing his spine to quiver, his hooves to dig into the ground, his muscles to flex and twitch as the thick squelching and slorping echoed off the walls.

Thorn reached that knot, his body modifying just a bit more to have him suck that in, his tongue lulling over the underside and wrapping around the base to gulp over it, to slurp and shlork as Verv’s hooves rolled the Golden God’s nuts and glorped on those tits.

“Yes! Suck me off! Worship me! You owe me everything! I’m YOUR FUCKING GOD!!!”

Aksel’s code froze, his entire body freezing pre nut. He was lost in the pleasure, his entire being hanging onto that moment just before he busted for a bit longer. Aksel lived several lifetimes in that pleasure, constantly teasing himself, his mind toying with his body, but even with his power, he couldn’t hold it forever. Time continued, his body glitching back into motion as he screamed. An elk screech roared throughout the kingdom as a new Gilded Rain broke out over the next swatch of the map, drowning it in gold.

Thick glorping filled the air as Thorn sucked down that Godly nut, his stats surging to nearly double Verv’s and compounding with every audible snap of their God’s prostate. The fool beneath his ass could feel that powerful muscle propelling his nut forward, his muzzle pressed against it, forced to lick and make out with his taint to milk his God’s pleasure.

“Fuck,” Aksel groaned, coming down from his orgasm and realizing his skills were active, several people having passed out from mana exhaustion when he casted the spell. “Huh, I didn’t even notice.” He canceled them, the rain already having covered another swatch of the map in gold.

“Now,” Aksel spun to face the expanse of the Cerulean Sea. “Who’s next? Maybe adding a leviathan to my menagerie would be fun.”

***

The hero dashed through the woods, his skills keeping him hidden from the golden beasts that chased him. He had to keep fighting out of sight so the Tyrant didn’t catch on. He may be all powerful, but he had blind spots. It had been a few months since they were all trapped in the game, even the non-cursed players were being trapped by the moderators when they locked the game. And if he failed, there would be no way the resistance could survive.

The tree the hero was hiding behind glowed, turning to gold. The hero had just enough time to get out of the way before it grabbed and pinned him down. Though, it was too late. He was being surrounded. He drew his sword and shield. They were beaten up pieces of trash that he was able to scrounge up himself.

“If I’m going down, I’m going down swinging,” he snarled. He was about to get mauled when all the golden beasts were smacked by arrows. No, not arrows, crossbow bolts! They all screeched, glitched, and died. He was so relieved his legs gave out.

“What the…” the hero was wide eyed as a tall and thin buck came into the clearing, holding a crossbow. He had little nubs for antlers like shaved filed off.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah…thanks to you,” the hero took the buck’s hand. The buck almost fell himself trying to help the stronger hero up, but they managed to get up nonetheless. “What’s your name?”

“Glint,” the buck shot him a thumbs up. “I had no idea there were others fighting the golden beasts. I kind of got stuck in here right when things went down.”

“I’m sorry man, but…I don’t normally do this, but did you want to join my guild? We’re desperate for new recruits. Would you like to fight and find a way out of this hellhole?”

“Sure!” The buck pulled up a green screen and typed in his information. “I’ll reach out when I can.”

“Sure, grab any resources, we’ll see each other soon.” The hero warped out and left Glint there.

“Is there a reason you let him go My Lord?” Thorn asked, hovering out from the tree line. “My basic thralls could have easily shredded him down to code.”

“Oh don’t go pissing on my fun, Thorn,” Glint smiled. “Don’t you ever want to restart a game from time to time? Besides, my way of getting rid of them is far more fun.”

“Whatever you wish, My Lord. I’ll leave this in your abundantly capable hands. Enjoy playing with your toys.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Aksel grinned darkly, a gold coin glitching as it rolled between his fingers. “I’m just getting started.”

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