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LootQuest DLC 5

After her latest adventure of being eaten repeatedly, Iris landed in the capital city of LootQuest, placed Prince in the stables where he belonged, and then logged out to try to process exactly how she felt about the entire thing. Despite the new revelations she'd had about the game's corruption, it took a few days of reflection before she finally decided that although it was weird, it really wasn't the worst thing. She tried to liken the sensation to taking a hot bath, but far more sensual. Like intimate self-sacrifice to provide excitement and sustenance for someone else. In the end, they had all been little more than excuses, and the truth of the matter was that she simply enjoyed it, at least when respawning after the inevitable result of being swallowed whole was so easy.

And so, she logged back in, comfortable in that weirdness and in the knowledge that basically anything could happen here and she'd probably like it. Of course, just as she thought that, she heard a heavy gulp behind herself, and as she turned, it was to discover Prince eating one of the smaller gryphonesses, with a satisfied – if stretched – grin on his beak and his cock at full mast, leaking with excitement from the act.

“You know, I was hoping we could do some side quests,” Iris sighed. And then someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around again, face to face with the stable’s owner, who appropriately enough was a horse himself. It was probably an intentional choice.

“While we don’t strictly mind this kind of activity in the stables,” he began, harrumphing to clear his throat. “There is a certain fine involved owing to the temporary loss of another’s mount.”

With another heavy sigh, Iris pulled a few spare piercings and cockrings – the effective currency of LootQuest, given the incredible inflation of the game’s official money – and gave the stable owner a handful. She made a mental note to find work for Prince to earn his keep if the hippogryph was going to be like this, on top of being about as good at fighting as a wet tissue.

She then turned around once more, just in time to see the gryphon’s tailfeathers disappear into Prince’s maw. Iris had effectively paid for this show, so she decided to watch it. It wasn’t as if there was a whole lot else she could do before she could take her mount to fly to the nearest side quest. She had been thinking of doing something simple for today to really clear her mind and get back into the game. Then she could talk with Adrian about lore, corruption, and implications.

As expected, by the time Prince’s bulging belly had fully engulfed the gryphon, his cock was leaking cum already. He hadn’t orgasmed yet – though given how he was panting and squirming it wouldn’t be much longer, either – but it seemed that simply the act of eating someone else was ecstatic to the extreme, just as it had been when Iris watched herself be eaten by Prince the other day.

Ah, it was something to think about another day. Right now, Iris really just wanted to relax, have fun, and maybe get horny like a normal person. Well, something akin to one, anyway.

Sure enough, Prince flopped over onto his side, and just as before, it was as if his gurgling gullet was quickly digesting the gryphoness into cum rather than sustenance that nobody in this game really needed. He tried to hold back, at least in a token effort, groaning as his cock twitched a few times before he tensed up, humping the air as he came violently, soaking the stable floors with heavy ropes of warm, plentiful cum.

Then he promptly slumped down dead, as expected, while Iris rolled her eyes. She hadn’t seen any of the other mounts act like Prince. Then again, maybe they had the basic decency to keep it private, while Prince had no such shame at all. He certainly had a very satisfied, lopsided grin even in death, with his tongue lolling out limply.

Adrian dropped by while she was waiting, noticing his friend sitting idle.

“So, what’s on tonight’s to-do list?” the big barbarian wolf asked. Sometimes, Iris wondered if he looked anything like that in real life. She had chosen a body that roughly matched her own, but that didn’t mean everyone else had.

“Just gonna grind some side quests, starting with these uh, temple bandits, I guess,” Iris replied.

“I don’t even remember that one,” Adrian laughed. “I guess it’s just kill X number of bandits?”

“Not even. It’s that they stole a relic and I have to get the relic back,” Iris explained. “No description of the relic included.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s just pure filler. Hey, you might earn a new perk at least,” the wolf grinned. “Guess you’re waiting for your mount to respawn?”

“How could you tell?” Iris asked sarcastically.

“Well, not a lot of other reasons to- oh, there he is!” Adrian exclaimed, gesturing at Prince as he reappeared, replacing his corpse. “Guess you’ll be off now, but drop by after you’re done. I want to hear how that snake-killing adventure went!”

Iris was just fine with that. She did, however, give Prince a heavy slap on his flank as she climbed on top of him and set off, once again leaving the bustle and noise of the capital behind.

Thankfully it was a short flight, and soon the bandit camp loomed ahead. Mixed species, as expected. The quest was something about them having stolen an important yet undescribed relic from one of the city’s temples. Iris hadn’t paid too much attention. The side quests didn’t have much in the way of lore; they were an excuse to get people fighting generic enemies to gain experience.

Not that LootQuest didn’t sometimes manage to surprise her regardless. For all she knew, the bandits could all be corrupted enough to be aware of their nature as bandits. Or they’d be focused on some weird kink like eating people.

Iris and Prince landed not too far from the camp, behind the cover of some convenient trees. She toggled stealth mode, as one did in this game rather than actively sneaking, and approached them slowly, completely invisible to the NPCs despite making no real effort to hide.

Prince, even more confident in his abilities after having received the buff from Iris defeating the snake that ate her, charged past her with a loud squawk, and in a heartbeat, he was too far ahead to hear her quiet whispers of protest.

The hippogryph crashed into the bandit camp, where a commotion immediately ensued. Much to the serval’s surprise, however, none of them tried to attack him. Instead, they laughed as Prince pinned one of the women – a wolf – down, tearing off her clothes with his beak. He was clearly still rather worked up from his earlier snack, and the bandits evidently found it hilarious how the wolf struggled, unable to fend off the much larger creature.

“Oh, man. That’s just how it goes sometimes, isn’t it?” Iris heard one cackle as she snuck closer.

“Hey, she had it coming. Didn’t lift a finger to help us steal the relic, she didn’t,” someone else replied.

Iris might, normally, have been thankful that her mount decided to help her. The problem was that, well, he was still Prince. Possibly the single most overinflated ego in the entire game despite his hair trigger. That meant he wouldn’t last long, giving Iris only the briefest chance to take advantage of the distraction.

She moved slowly up to bandit who showed no interest in what was happening at all, idly leaning against a tree. This one was a crocodile of some sort. Not that she really cared about his species. Instead, taking full advantage of her rather kinky rogue perks, Iris sneaked her hand down the crocodile’s pants. The enemies were programmed to never notice the first attack, even while it was happening, and so her suddenly grabbing his cock counted as a backstab for the corrupted game.

That meant that in a single stroke, the crocodile let out a choking cry of pleasure as an intense orgasm washed over him instantly, magnified to unbearable and nearly unfathomable levels by the stealth attack multiplier. He soaked his pants, convulsing in pure, if somewhat confused, ecstasy, coating Iris’ cunning hand in thick, warm cum, unable to hold back in the slightest at the sudden sensory overload.

At the same time, Iris watched as Prince managed to spread the wolf’s legs wide open and drive his massive cock into her open pussy. With how tight she must’ve been for the rather massive hippogryph and his equally large equine cock, it took her mighty mount a grand total of three thrusts – each down the very hilt inside the wolf – before he squawked in dissolute pleasure, his entire body trembling just like the crocodile’s as he came like a firehose.

Iris’ prey shuddered in her hands, stiffened, and then slumped back. She caught him, heavy as he was, and pulled him into the nearby bushes, where she knelt to keep milking his cock while it twitched in those “post-mortem” throes, seeing him off to the lands of respawning, to whatever extent such existed. There was always that rush of dominance to doing it, to squeezing his cock and forcing out more cum, her touch feeling so good that even a supposedly dead NPC kept trembling, his hips twitching ever so slightly despite the rest of his body being limp as butter.

Meanwhile Prince, as he always did, kept fucking the wolf despite him by now surely knowing how it’d end when he came. The hippogryph’s blunt cock slammed into her body again and again, cum gushing out around his throbbing shaft, while Prince wheezed for breath to puff out his chestfeathers as he always did when feeling proud, which happened to be nearly always. The bandits around him laughed and clapped, the mockery of it completely escaping the simple-minded mount-beast. Not that it really would’ve mattered anyway; he got what he wanted, draining every last drop of cum in his balls into the wolf, who was so full that her belly was visibly bloated.

Then, with a satisfied neigh-squawk, he collapsed bonelessly on top of her, wheezing as the force of his orgasm snuffed him out yet again, and leaving his bulk squashing the wolf into the dirt. His cock was still inside her, lazily pulsing away even after he was gone, the flare still digging into her inner walls to make sure as little as possible spilled, though plenty did so regardless.

It was, perhaps, a good method for ensuring a pregnancy, as long as his bulk didn’t simply crush his partner before they could conceive, anyway, Iris thought as she finally left the poor crocodile and moved on to the next bandit. This one was a female tiger, looking like one of the game’s many barbarians who had preferred the company of bandits over her own tribe.

With another perk already empowering Iris’ stealth attacks even further, the tigress was easily dispatched. She clamped a hand over her mouth. Oh, sure, the muscular yet curvy barbarian was far stronger than her, but she was both higher level and had the stealth advantage as she clamped one hand over the tiger's mouth and pushed her cum-covered fingers deep into the bandit's surprisingly damp pussy.

“Looks like someone enjoyed the show,” she whispered, mockingly, as if the NPCs could truly understand anything she said. Then again, maybe they did. This was LootQuest, after all.

As she thrust her fingers and the cum on them deep into the bandit’s rippling, clenching depths, another thought occurred to Iris. Pregnancy. By now she knew how pregnancy worked in the game… and yet, she didn’t know. She had seen several pregnant NPCs, and from the way the bandit’s cunt was suckling wetly on her fingers in orgasmic desperation, it was clearly a game mechanic. Yet, she had never been knocked up despite having plenty of sex. Perhaps only certain enemies could do it, she assumed. It wasn’t long before the tiger, shaking and trembling, collapsed into Iris’ arms with her pussy clenching wildly, spending the last of her life in doing so.

But just as the serval tucked her away in the bushes next to her comrade, she was suddenly interrupted by a gruff voice.

“Hello, hero,” she heard that voice call to her. Ah, that would be the gang’s boss. As she had learned with the snake, stealth typically didn’t work on them. She faced the source, a rather muscular – but yet, soft – crocodilian like the underling she had dispatched, but with a wide grin on his face.

“I know what you’re here for. Like everyone else. Yes, we have the relic you want, but I’d really prefer it if you didn’t kill all of my people and myself,” he opened. “It’s a pain waiting for them to come back so that we can steal the relic again after you return it. Even more of a pain when it’s me, too.”

Ah, so he was one of the NPCs that were somewhat aware of being in a game. Though he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, with his jolly demeanor. On a closer look, he didn’t seem like the type of bandit who’d actually fight anyone himself, rather commanding the rest. He was stocky but indeed strong looking, the kind of build that someone outside of a fantasy setting would call a “dad bod”.

“I’m getting that relic one way or another,” Iris replied. She was at a high enough level by now that it wouldn’t be a problem, and she did enjoy her work.

“I know you will, and there’s not much I can do to stop you, except to make it really annoying with everyone on high alert. And then you’ll be going grey trying to figure out patrol routes and all ‘at,” the crocodile grinned.

He had a point, there. Iris didn’t want to waste too much time on side quests, and sneaking was substantially more fun when the enemies weren’t aware that you were there.

Iris gave a demonstrative sigh. “So, what do you suggest? Ahem, what do you propose?” she asked. Sometimes, it was enjoyable to just talk with the more advanced NPCs.

“You could just let me fuck you. Oh, don’t give me that look. I’m all pent up and you’re such a sexy young cat,” the crocodile replied, with a lecherous smile. “And then once I’m done getting some relief, I’ll simply give you the artifact. And we’ll steal it right back. But we’re going to steal it back anyway after you’re gone.”

“Let you fuck me?” Iris asked. Her gaze dipped a little lower, to the crocodile’s leather pants. His cock was bulging against them like some symbol of his virility. Not bad, Iris found herself thinking, feeling a familiar warmth in her belly.

“Mhm. Why not? You’ll enjoy it, I fuckin’ need it, and then we just keep on doing what we do with your pussy full of cum and my balls all nice and empty,” the bandit leader drawled. He, in turn, reached down to squeeze that bulge, his fingers in position to unbutton his pants should the cat say yes.

Oh, it was a stupid idea for absolute certain, Iris knew that. She was still a little needy after all her adventures, and especially after snuffing out the other bandits. But what could the leader really do? If he killed her, she’d just be back, and he apparently knew that.

Still a dumb idea though, girl, she admonished herself, preparing to answer with a simple no and her daggers, but then, the crocodile stepped closer. Iris fell into an instinctive combat stance, but he made no offensive move. No quick movements at all, in fact. Instead, he finally unbuttoned and then pulled down his pants.

His cock sprung out, and what a cock it was. It was imposing, almost threatening, nearly as thick as Iris’ forearms, with a pair of heavy balls to match, their plum-sized heft a clear sign of his masculine potency. In real life, she thought, she probably wouldn’t have been able to take it at all – and it’d probably knock her right up, too – but here, it made her mouth water. She quietly cursed herself for evidently being susceptible to the crudest form of “seduction” – it barely deserved to be called that – in existence, but every time she played LootQuest it felt like her mind was in exactly the right place for such things to work, thanks to the general themes and vibe of the game.

Taking her lack of a worse reaction as agreement, or at least partial agreement, the crocodile grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock. He felt very warm against her palm, and even more imposing up close. The sheer hardness also made Iris clench.

“So, how about it? If you’re too shy to just say yes, go ahead and stab me in the neck. Otherwise, I’ll be breeding you now. Let’s have some fun instead of fighting,” he chuckled, wrapping his hands around the serval’s body, though not trapping her arms. His meaty fingers quickly undid her armored bikini-bra, with Iris stuck in inner conflict about fucking yet another NPC like some common slut while her modest breasts bounced free. Immediately, the crocodile was groping them greedily, one warm serval breast in each hand, sending jolts of pleasure through Iris’ body as his thumbs brushed over her stiffening nipples.

Fuck it. Just about everyone who still played LootQuest was rather slutty, she reasoned, trying to oblige the tingling dampness between her legs. There was just something about the crocodile. His confident smile, his rough fingers, his crude and cocky demeanor… and that beautiful, thick cock that’d feel so good inside her, fucking her brains out.

Again, she thought of real life. In real life, a person like this crocodile was bad news even if he wasn’t the leader of an entire gang of bandits that only wanted to get off inside her. But it wasn’t as if indulging a little with a digital bad boy could really have any consequences for her anyway. That was the final justification in her mind as Iris once again surrendered to her growing, irresistible lust.

“Fine,” she huffed, and wrapped her fingers around his heavy cock greedily, just in time for his hand to slip under her soaked, armored panties and finger at her lust-warmed lips.

“Mm, sure feels like you need a good breeding,” the crocodile drawled. “Get on your back, let’s make sure we don’t make a mess. Wouldn’t want you leaking all over the place instead of keeping my seed inside you like a good girl.”

Jeez. Iris had no idea why his words had such an effect on her. She seemed powerless against him. No, not just powerless, not just horny. More submissive, too, enough that she liked his demeaning, belittling words, though she took that as a kind of natural thing, a result of the crocodile’s words.

Thoroughly bewitched, she didn’t resist, nor did she question why the crocodile was so insistent on specifically making sure all his cum remained inside her. It was all just a bit of casual fun with an NPC, after all, not a relationship, or even anything where they’d ever see each other again. He guided her to a fur rug laid out in front of his hastily erected tent, and Iris laid down, leaning back, only blushing a little as she realized her legs were rather submissively – and instinctively – spread, letting the bandit get a good, proper look at her dripping slit. She felt the cool breeze on herself acutely, reminding her of just how wet she was, though it wouldn’t bother her for long. Not when the crocodile, with a self-assured, cocky smirk, knelt in front her, his cock looking even bigger now that it was poised to claim her.

“You adventurers really need to just relax more. No need to kill each other all the time when we can just do this,” he chuckled, and then, grasping his shaft, guided it to Iris’ puffy folds. Noting how wet she was, he deemed no more foreplay necessary, not that the serval was sure if the NPC even had more foreplay in his routine.

Instead, he thrust in, his cock feeling so thick and massive inside her that Iris gasped for air, as if she needed to breathe in the game. The stretching sensation alone was wonderful. There was no pain whatsoever – there never was, in LootQuest – and so it was merely a pleasant fullness, along with a feeling like tired muscles being massaged and stretched. At least until her body eagerly responded a split second later, inner muscles happily clamping down around the crocodile’s thick breeding rod.

“There you go. Now just give me a minute and I’ll get my rocks off. You can cum if you want to,” he grunted, and began to thrust. Immediately, as he drove all the way into Iris, the serval felt his incredibly heavy balls nestle against her, no doubt full of his seed and already eager to fill her.

Affected by his seduction as she was, it almost made her feel proud that this handsome, almost fatherly reptile wanted to fuck her. As expected, the feeling of his cock splitting her open, bare and hard as a steel bar inside her, did make Iris want to cum, too. Wasn’t that the whole point of this? A quick, casual orgasm together. Just a cock and a pussy.

He fucked her harder, keeping a steady rhythm. Soon, Iris was so wet that each inward stroke made her pussy audibly squelch. Gods, it seemed like she did need this, and badly, at that. The handsome bandit had been entirely right.

“That’s right,” he grunted, voice thick with satisfaction as he plundered the serval’s pussy – which Iris welcomed wholeheartedly, her feminine anatomy cheering him on – with his bare, unprotected cock. It wasn’t as if this was real life, and so, feeling him throb and swell inside her as he thrust faster and faster only excited her further. “Take Daddy’s cock.”

He grabbed both of her legs and nearly folded the serval in half as he went for the explosive, sticky finale, hammering into her at a quick pace that had Iris helplessly moaning as her soaked pussy squeezed around his cock, milking him even before her own orgasm washed over her. Not that it took very long; a few more thrusts and the serval was in heaven, her quest and worries entirely forgotten for the moment as her body surrendered to “daddy’s” cock, clenching around it in rhythm to the waves of wet, fuzzy pleasure that radiated through her entire body, drenching the serval in wonderful, addictive bliss, and soaking the crocodile’s scales with a squirt of her juices.

He gave a few more heavy, thumping thrusts into her, and then groaned in climax as his shaft, buried deep enough in Iris to kiss her cervix, twitched, straining against her silken inner walls. His balls tightened, drawing up close to his body, and then, the first pressured spurt of rather thick seed jetted into her body, splashing warmly against her trembling cervix. His belly squished against her as he pressed down, forcing himself as deep as he could go, and her body in turn, small and delicate beneath him, accepted both his length and every throb, letting his cum soak into her.

Not that it really had to. Finishing the act like that was plenty enough for the game mechanics to trigger a certain new condition in Iris’ body. The crocodile simply liked making sure that all of his potent seed was safely inside her, just in case it improved his chances.

He filled her up like that, intimately yet without any real love beyond the physical, until he had nothing left except a growing satisfaction, and then, without any further fanfare, pulled out and wiped his cock clean on Iris’ tail. Very notable, he did not force her to cum again, which would’ve probably killed her, even though he easily could have.

“Yeah. That’s good. Real good look for you. You should come by again one day once you’re done with that clutch,” he laughed, but at that moment, Iris couldn’t really comprehend anything, least of all spoken words. Her mind was floating somewhere else entirely, enjoying the warm feeling inside of her.

Iris was left dazed, but after a few minutes of laying on her back, with the bandit’s cum soaking into her well-used pussy, she managed to unsteadily get back on her feet, immediately feeling a trickle of his potence ooze out of her. Ah, well. Half the people in the game were stained in some way or another, anyway.

“At least you’ve earned this,” the crocodile smiled, and handed her an artifact or relic of some measure. “Well, your sweet pussy has.”

It looked like a nondescript box. She didn’t really care; focusing on anything at all was rather hard in the afterglow, and so, Iris simply grabbed it, thanked the bandit, and left.

By now, Prince had respawned, and so, she climbed on and the two were off. Yet, not even halfway back to the capital, she realized that she felt unusually heavy. Bloated. It was a sensation that she’d never really had in LootQuest, which couldn’t be good. She bid Prince to land in a nearby clearing, and the hippogryph did so with a frustrated squawk, though with Iris just having witnessed his failed assault on the bandit camp, he didn’t complain too much, lest she bring it up.

When she landed, Iris noticed that she felt quite a bit heavier than before. Her belly was bloated. With cum, she assumed at first, but surely that would’ve leaked out by now. No, there was something else going on. It took her a little moment to put two and two together, namely the crocodile seeding her and the current sensations. A brief wave of nausea crashed over her, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle.

What did throw her off a little more was looking down and watching her belly bulge out further before her eyes. Impossible in reality, of course, but evidently not here. As Iris, mystified at first, looked down at her swollen belly, she finally figured out what was going on. She was pregnant. The damned crocodile had managed to do it somehow. Quickly, she checked her character screen – which she rarely did, except to choose new perks – and sure enough. She had a debuff with no time limit, simply reading Pregnant.

Not just that. As she saw in her stat screen, the crocodile hadn’t just been using his words. He had actively used an ability to seduce her, and not knowing about it, Iris had been caught entirely flat-footed.

The crocodile’s seduction wore off, and suddenly, Iris’ mind felt completely clear again, bar for a flash of anger, both at herself and the bandit boss. She quickly realized what had happened. What she had let happen! Maybe that had been the whole point of the quest. Either fight the bandits, which she could’ve easily done, or get seduced and accept a debuff. And she, apparently being an idiot who could be seduced even by a mostly mindless NPC, had ended up doing the latter.

It did feel good, though. The problem was that she was kind of waddling around owing to the increased weight – even her tits felt heavier than usual, and certainly looked more pronounced – and as the debuff specified, on top of that, she was suffering from penalties to both stealth and her lust resistance, owing to the “hormones” raging in her avatar’s body. In fact, just thinking about the crocodile pumping his seed into her and getting her pregnant made her wet all over again.

However, if she was to actually continue the story, she’d have to figure out a way to “cure” the debuff. And given that she had no idea how to do that, she knew exactly who she’d have to talk to: Adrian. Having played the game for so long, he had to have a solution of some sort.

A quick flight back had Prince squawking and complaining about the added weight, but soon enough, Iris was in the capital again. The moment she landed, though, quite a few of the other players turned to look at her.

“Hahaha, I remember when that happened to me,” a tigress laughed.

“Yeah, noob mistake. I remember it felt pretty good, though,” her friend, a squirrel, commented.

“Hell no it didn’t, I basically couldn’t progress at all, never letting any of the smart NPCs cum inside me again,” the tigress shot back.

By then, Iris was blushing, trying in vain to cover the proud dome of maternity that her belly protruded into. It felt so shameful, walking around like that while everyone around her apparently knew exactly what had happened. Between all the knowing glances, smirks, and even suggestive motions from males, it was embarrassing to the point that Iris’ face was entirely red by the time she reached Adrian’s home.

And then, she got that same look from Adrian.

“Did you do that intentionally?” he asked, grinning from ear to ear.

“No. I uh, I got seduced by… a bandit. Bandit leader. Look, I didn’t know this could happen!” Iris whined in shame. “It never happened before.”

“Some enemies just have the breeder tag,” Adrian shrugged, as if it was entirely common knowledge. And maybe it was, for end-game players. “Should’ve looked him up in the bestiary.”

“The worst part is, he totally knew it was going to happen, he said he was going to breed me, and then… the moment he came inside me, this started to happen,” Iris continued complaining. Not that her panties weren’t getting soaked from just recounting the events.

Adrian burst out into laughter. “I mean, he did literally tell you…”

“I didn’t know it was possible,” the serval squeaked. “How do I fix it?”

His expression grew a little more serious. “Oh, that’s not easy. It’s a permanent debuff. Almost. You have to find a specialist healer, so I hope you enjoy being pregnant.”

“What? Can’t I just like… lay the… birth… I dunno if it’s eggs or live young!” she complained.

“It’s always eggs in this game, and yes, I was going to suggest that to give you some relief… but you’ll just produce more eggs once you’re done unless someone heals the debuff,” Adrian smirked.

He paused for a moment.

“You know, let’s just do it. Making you cum a few times should probably induce the laying,” he said. “And I bet you’re getting pretty milky, too.”

“I mean, yeah, but…” Iris mumbled. It didn’t really make any sense that she’d lactate while pregnant with eggs, but her breasts did feel awfully heavy, and her bikini armor felt wet against her nipples.

“Hey, we’re friends. Don’t worry about it. Let me get you a couple of towels to lay on,” the wolf grinned, and then fetched a few of them, laying them flat on the floor.

Iris felt equal parts frustrated and horny. The sensation was nice, especially as she laid down on her back and finally took the weight off her legs, but she rather liked being able to do things in the game. How long would Adrian’s “relief” last? A few hours? Maybe a day, if she was lucky? It had to be long enough to find a healer, at least. The capital city had none of the specialists, and Adrian didn’t have any leads, either.

Thankfully, all those thoughts were quickly forgotten when Adrian pressed his strong, rough fingers against her clit and began to rub, expertly tracing little circles around her already stiff little nub, spreading her wetness over it and then flicking It gently, playing her overexcited pussy like an instrument. A trickle of the crocodile’s cum leaked out as she clenched, and while Adrian grinned, he didn’t comment on it.

Instead, he kept rubbing until the heavily pregnant serval was panting out loud, squirming on the towels with her pussy running like a faucet. It seemed that her condition also made her slit feel extraordinarily sensitive. Not missing a beat, the moment she tensed up in anticipation of her first orgasm, Adrian leaned over her and latched his lips over one of her nipples, nursing on her with his tongue flicking across that nub as well.

It didn’t take long for the warm, sweet milk to fill his mouth, but by then, Iris was already cumming, and cumming hard, thrashing and trembling as pleasure washed over her.

“That’s it. Just keep cumming,” Adrian coaxed her. “It’s okay if you die. I mean, I’ve kind of wanted to do this for a while, now.”

Oh. Even through the near-blinding orgasmic haze, Iris knew what he meant. And that made her cum again, harder this time, as if reinforced by the inner muscles that’d soon be pushing her eggs out. It was hard to even breathe with Adrian’s milk-stained lips closing around her other nipple and nursing all the pressure out of her, leaving Iris limp and yet still twitching instinctively as her laying began, induced by the powerful climax.

An egg pushed into her slippery passage from somewhere deep inside, pushed outwards by contractions both orgasmic and less so. Iris moaned helplessly, and Adrian’s fingers never left her clit. He just kept rubbing until the serval was seeing stars, already feeling herself fade into wild, blissful darkness. It was almost enough to make her forget that she was just playing a game. The egg popped out of her and onto the towels.

“Good girl, just keep pushing. Keep cumming, too,” Adrian goaded her, his lips only leaving her stiff, milky teats for long enough to whisper those words.

She did. Egg after egg pushed out, accompanied by those spasming mini-orgasms that rushed, jolted through her quivering body, until Iris could do nothing at all except twitch weakly. She had never imagined what laying eggs would feel like, but if she had, “orgasmic” would never have been the word that came to mind. It turns out that it was. Too much so.

One final, massive orgasm wracked her body. Every muscle tensed, blinding pleasure blanking out her entire vision as another egg popped out with a gush of her wetness, soaking the towels and the growing clutch. She slumped down limply after that first moment, a sensation not entirely unlike when she had been eaten. Her orgasm kept resonating through her body as she was utterly overloaded with orgasmic bliss. It was heaven, it was absolute ecstasy, it was- she wasn’t breathing- her heart wasn’t beating-

And in another jarring moment, Iris was outside herself again. Even her spectral un-form continued to shiver with aftershocks of pleasure as she watched Adrian keep teasing her now “dead” body, which still twitched as she – as it – kept pushing out eggs. There were maybe a dozen of them, and Adrian made sure to stimulate her avatar long enough to coax every single one of them out.

Iris wondered just how badly she had soaked her chair, or her bed. She couldn’t remember where she had put on the headset, but no doubt she’d need to do a round of laundry by the time the night was over.

Either way, once the last egg was done, and once her body had stopped trembling on pure instinct, Adrian smirked again. Iris suddenly noticed that he was completely naked, not even having realized that he had taken his clothes off at some point. His red, lupine cock was, as expected, rock hard as he finally left her clit alone and moved over her spent body.

The fact that he was going to use her body like that turned her on like crazy despite her many orgasms. It was like somnophilia dialed up to the most erotic extreme; she was defenseless, “asleep” but also able to watch it happen. Adrian moved as if he knew that, hoisting one of her legs onto his shoulder to allow the invisible, floating viewpoint he knew Iris had to get a better view of how he’d fuck her.

He rubbed his tip against Iris’ soaked, unresisting folds, and he did it slowly and deliberately, giving the disembodied serval plenty of time to feel a tingling echo of the sensation, almost as if she was still in her body. Gods, Iris really wanted to watch him do it, the point she was almost cheering him on.

Another grin, a little wink towards where he figured Iris was watching from, and then the burly barbarian pushed, his haunches tensing as his cock slipped into her body. Iris stared at how her pussy eagerly engulfed his length. Slowly, she lowered herself a little, floating right next to her body. It really looked like she was just asleep, which made it even hotter to watch. As if she had been drugged and the wolf was about to rut her unconscious body, using her like a sleeve for his own pleasure.

It wasn’t like that, of course. Adrian was doing this because they were both into it, but he did play into the fantasy, letting his claws dig into Iris’ hips as he thrust all the way inside. His knot, already half-swollen with arousal, smushed against her entrance wetly.

Adrian began to fuck her. After that initial slow, show-offish pace, he went at it hard, groaning and grunting as he pulled out, only to slam back in, every motion punctuated by that masculine eagerness. He was using Iris’ body like a toy, but that was exactly what she wanted; the serval only wished that she had hands in her incorporeal form, because she could feel her arousal building again despite being unable to do anything about it whatsoever.

She could only watch as Adrian’s cock disappeared into her still-warm body, coated in her own wetness and quickly – with each sharp thrust – preparing to fill her already pregnant body with more thick, plentiful seed, as if to hammer home some kind of point. Iris found that, too, incredibly thrilling, from the way Adrian’s cock visibly throbbed, to her own warm and leaky anticipation of getting filled.

She wondered if Adrian had picked a breeder perk, too. Oh, it didn’t matter. She couldn’t get any more pregnant, and even if she could, there was nothing she could do about it.

Adrian took his time, and while he cared very little about how Iris’ body might’ve felt – his thrusts were sharp and rugged, handling the serval like a ragdoll – every moment was very showy, making sure that her disembodied mind could enjoy seeing her idle body tremble as he claimed it, thrust after thrust, even pulling back just enough to let her watch his cock throb, with just the tip left inside her, as it deposited more warm precum into her already soaked sex.

Yet, regardless of his intentions, it didn’t take long before their shared kink had him panting and growing as he used Iris’ body. Every thrust brought him a little closer, to the point that the showmanship was eventually forgotten, with the wolf aggressively grasping both of her ankles and driving himself knot-deep into her, only to pull out again, fucking her with his entire length now that even mild discomfort wasn’t an issue. Iris felt a kind of pleasant ache as she watched Adrian’s knot pop in and out of her.

Soon, he couldn’t take it any longer, driving his entire length into her, and then holding himself there as his muscles rippled in orgasm, the base of his shaft twitching at a very familiar pace. Iris could almost imagine how it would’ve felt if she was still inside her body; that muted, warm tickling, just barely noticeable as she was inseminated. Of course, all she had in her current state was the fantasy of it, which, while enough to leave her plenty wet, didn’t really manage to make her feel much more than that.

Still, she smiled. This whole act had effectively become the whole focus of LootQuest, after all, with all of its strange kinks. And in a way, leaving her body like that for someone to enjoy could be both intensely degrading and deeply intimate, the latter of which was how she felt right now with Adrian.

When the wolf finished, he was panting heavily, but he remained tied with Iris long enough for his breathing to stabilize while waiting for his knot to deflate enough to pull out. It wouldn’t have caused either of them any pain to do it earlier, but as iris had discovered, it seemed to be a rather deep-set canine instinct to stay inside until it happened, one that was just as pleasant here in virtual reality as it was in real life.

Eventually, he pulled out, and the instant that he did, the serval’s body faded. And then, she found herself respawning, which was as disorienting as ever,

Adrian offered her a smile that was only half apologetic when she respawned, her cum-soaked and oozing body disappearing and then re-manifesting in his home with the serval now standing a few feet away from where her body had been, now leaking only her own juices. But Iris had already honed in on an entirely different task.

“Okay. So, find a cure for this first. And then we need to do something about the corruption,” Iris panted. Her belly was already slowly growing again, much to her dismay, but it wouldn’t substantially hinder her for a few hours, at least.

“The corruption?” Adrian asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Iris raised a hand and then realized she had been so distracted that she hadn’t told her barbarian friend anything about what she’d discovered. “Oh, right, I didn’t tell you yet.”

By the time she had explained that she’d discovered actual proof, or at least, near-proof, that plain NPCs in LootQuest slowly grew sentient if they died enough times – Adrian listened to every word with rapt attention and fascination entirely unbefitting a barbarian such as himself – she was, hours later, heavily pregnant again.

That made it clear enough. After laying her eggs, she had only a couple of hours before the debuff began to affect her significantly again, and after four, she’d be so affected that doing anything would be a bother. Regardless of where she found the cure, she'd certainly be doing it with an enormously swollen belly getting in her way.

“Tell you what,” Adrian rumbled. “I’ll try looking into the corruption thing while you find a cure. Before that, though… I suppose we should tease another clutch out of you.”

Iris didn’t protest.