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LootQuest: DLC 4

Iris paced nervously, trying to figure out the best way to do her latest quest. That pacing was out of character; hardly something a seasoned, stealthy, professional rogue would ever do. The player, however, was another matter entirely. Sometimes Iris almost forgot that she was in a different world here; LootQuest was so far from any sane reality that it paradoxically almost felt real. It was like those casinos that put up obviously fake, plastic scenery to immerse their guests into what felt like a false reality where they could safely gamble away all of their life savings in one hazy night of lost control. After all, what did your money really matter in a pocket universe of plaster pyramids, plastic sphinxes, and all the staff dressed as pharaohs or their concubines?

Granted, one had to eventually leave that bubble of hyperreality, and that was the point where the consequences converged on them in a catastrophic, all-destroying torrent of anxiety and lost prospects. Iris wondered if it’d happen to her with LootQuest, one day. So far, she had pretty successfully separated her real life from everything that happened here – like “killing” enemies only to use them sexually – but reason told her that it was only a matter of time. Thankfully, she oddly found herself preferring to be the one “losing” which at least was something.

Not really the time to ponder LootQuest's weird psychosexual effects on real life, she told herself, shaking her head. The reason she was pacing was that one of the important quests of the main storyline loomed ahead. She was to travel to the far-away nameless and ancient jungle, where she would face one of the Scaled One’s greatest lieutenants; one of his direct descendants. Beyond it being a reptile, none of the other players wanted to spoil exactly what shape that lieutenant took.

“It’s not sapient, at least. Well, you know, as in it’s just an NPC boss,” Adrian, her muscular barbarian wolf-friend, advised her, while casually enjoying one his trophies. This time, it was a kobold that granted a little more stamina. She knew the buffs made them worth keeping around, but it still felt weirder than just using an enemy right after defeating them.

“Or it wasn’t the last time I did the quest. Beyond that I think you’ll like it, even if it gets a little… weird,” he grunted.

Pry as she might, Iris couldn’t get any more information out of him. Well, bar for one particularly strange detail. “There will also be a kind of ritual. Don’t worry about it, it’s just part of the storyline.”

“A ritual” was awfully non-descript given the game they were in. But it was all she got. They wanted to keep it a secret, which almost certainly meant it was weird even for LootQuest’s standards. It was also another solo quest, meaning Adrian couldn't come with her. And that left the serval with no other choice except to prepare for the journey.

Her mount, Prince – the hippogryph that she had successfully “tamed” last time she did a main quest – could go with her, however, and he had already proven to be a reliable partner, bar for the fact that he kept cumming at the slightest pleasant touch to his cock and subsequently dying, only for Iris to have to wait a few minutes for him to respawn.

Thankfully most of the enemies didn’t target mounts. Iris could only imagine how obnoxious getting knocked out of the air ten times in a row would be.

Either way, she grabbed her gear and left Adrian’s house – but not without petting his spent cock, giving it a little kiss, and telling it that she’d be back soon, which made the wolf giggle – and went to the stables to fetch Prince.

As always in this game, she arrived to find Prince on top of a female gryphon, rutting away merrily. The beast was insatiable regardless of respawn times. Iris sighed, sat down, and decided to take it easy. It wasn’t as if there was a rush. Time flowed differently in LootQuest; what felt like an hour here was only a few minutes in real life, or so it seemed. Something about the way the game was hooked up to your mind.

She watched as Prince thrusted faster, both hippogryph and gryphoness squawking with pleasure, until her mount came after just a couple of minutes. His body stiffened, a look of bliss on his face with his normally alert eyes rolling back, and then he, after filling his lover, slumped down on top of her bonelessly. The gryphoness tolerated his weight on her for a moment, but then shook herself, and Prince, almost gracefully, slipped out of her, falling onto his side and into the puddle of cum that had formed beneath them during his orgasm.

He was, once again, completely dead after just a few happy minutes of rutting.

Good job, genius. Iris stood up again. It wasn’t as if the display hadn’t been hot. It left her a little tingly, certainly. But at the same time, she was irritated, having psyched herself up to get on her way and get that quest done right now. Instead, she had to wait.

“So, how was it?” she asked the gryphoness, gingering reaching out to stroke her beak. “Good? Yeah, I know he’s a bit of a one pump chump sometimes, but…”

The gryphon replied with a purring trill. Evidently, she was pleased enough with Prince’s performance. Iris found herself wondering if her owner would be surprised with a clutch of eggs soon. She didn’t know if NPCs chosen as mounts could get pregnant, much less if the eggs could then hatch into new mounts, or simply companion pets? She had no idea, as was often the case in this world.

“So, how’s your day been-” Iris continued, just as Prince’s body dissipated into nothingness. “-sorry, looks like he’s returning in just a second. You should sit like a good girl, or he’ll try mounting you again.”

The gryphoness planted her rump on the ground, preening herself with what almost seemed like amusement. Seconds later, Prince rematerialized at the back of the stables and found himself staring directly into the serval’s eyes.

“Nice show,” she said, with a perfectly flat affect. “We have places to fly, though, so maybe you should wait for your rewards like a good boy.”

Prince puffed his chestfeathers out, as he always did, a proud little protest to show that he wasn’t just some common bird. It was a defense mechanism. Despite being a mere NPC, the hippogryph seemed to have an uncanny ability to tell when he should be embarrassed, though his reaction tended to be more regal posturing.

“Yeah, yeah. You know I’ll like you no matter how quick you are,” Iris sighed. “Now come on, we have places to be. Killing the big bad’s lieutenant or something.”

Prince, having re-established that he was indeed the alpha hippogryph with absolutely no flaws whatsoever, hopped over the fence with a flamboyant flourish of his wings. Sometimes, Iris didn’t know why she even bothered keeping him at the stables.

“Hope you like snakes!” someone called out. Iris spun around and saw nobody; it was a quiet day without too many players online. Must’ve been a fellow rogue, she thought. But at least that was something. A snake.

That seemed simple enough. She imagined that she’d simply grab it by the neck and feed it to Prince, who probably wouldn’t mind some noodles.

“You wouldn’t, would you?” she asked playfully, looking into Prince’s eyes as if the hippogryph could read her mind. He didn’t reply, making no gesture to clarify if he had understood what she asked. And that was fine; he was just a mount.

She climbed on top of him, and then they were off into the digital skies, a long flight to the jungles of the southwest ahead. Thankfully, while Prince came easily and hard enough to be down for the count rather quickly, his stamina in flight was endless, and by now, Iris had saddled him, which made the entire trip significantly more comfortable than having his bony back dig into her crotch for the whole flight.

During that flight, she made a mental checklist of what she knew.

First, she’d find the snake and kill it. The second item on her list was to meet the tribe get their blessing. Technically, she could do that first to make herself stronger, but if it was just a snake, how much trouble could it really cause? If she somehow died from an unlucky bite, she’d just go get the blessing and then return the favor.

The reward, beyond lore, was unlocking the next tier of gear, as well as a combat buff for her mount, meaning Prince. That would allow the beast to assist her in combat. How, she didn’t really know.

Beneath them, the environment of the game slowly shifted. There weren’t any sharp borders between them like in the games of old, where you’d be walking through a jungle one moment and then abruptly into a blasted, magma-burnt wasteland, or even an icy winter wonderland. LootQuest did it in a more natural way; the typical central European look of the game gradually became something more akin to the mediterranean and Iris thought she was able to see some olive trees down there.

No cities, though. There wasn’t much between the main capital city of the game and the jungle. The world of LootQuest was massive, but much of it hadn’t been populated by the developers due to a launch-time crunch that probably played a big role in why the game had “officially” been a failure. But then again, nobody had been counting on the game ending up so glitchy and corrupted that it developed a strangely obsessive and horny cult fanbase anyway; indeed, on those vaguely Italian or Spanish beaches far below, she could see little player-made houses and even towns dotting the landscape. Almost like they might in real life.

It was quite fascinating. She was tempted to land and see if anyone was actually around, but then, maybe that could wait until after she was done with most of the main quests. Right now, she was still a newbie in the eyes of the veteran players, the ones who’d already had their mounts for years.

So, she left that pleasant, idyllic landscape behind as Prince kept flying, soaring through the sunny skies without any sign of exhaustion or displeasure. Slowly, the landscape became rockier and more mountainous, but also much more humid and greener. It looked like a strange, uncanny middle ground between the rainforests of Asia and South America, taking elements of each to make something aesthetically pleasing. The entire game was a mishmash of themes, anyway.

Eventually, she saw an enormous temple that pierced the thick jungle canopy. Checking the quest description, it did say that the “Servant of the Scaled One” resided in such a temple, supposedly once dedicated to the jungle tribes’ native gods and goddesses, but had since been corrupted by the bad guys, effectively.

Prince landed just outside of it. The temple itself looked much like those of the real-world Aztecs, but naturally, with the impossible scale and architecture of a video game adding flair. It was overgrown with vines and moss, looking worn as if nobody had gone in- wait, hold on. A small path had been cut through the vegetation, though seemingly long ago. That had to be the work of another player

Well, either way, it made her task easier. After telling Prince to stay – which he would only do as long as no attractive female of any species happened to walk by – she made her way up the steep steps and into the temple.

The inside was covered with dust, bar for a set of pawprints that led deeper. She didn’t have to go much deeper, though; after only one room, she entered a massive central room, in which an enormous green snake was coiled around the middle pillar. It looked at her with disinterest, its forked tongue flicking through the air as it smelled her.

The snake was at least as big as Prince. Bigger, really. Well over the size that a natural boa constrictor could ever dream of being.

Quickly, Iris went into stealth mode, cursing herself for not doing so to begin with. She was supposed to be a rogue! She had, though she wasn’t sure why, been expecting a regular-sized snake, and more than that, a venomous one rather than constrictor.

Ah, well. It wouldn’t be much of a problem. She wasn’t sure how she might fuck the snake – nor was she particularly horny yet – and so, she pulled her dagger, creeping closer step by quiet step.

It would’ve been easy, except that the moment she was within reach, the snake struck out, ignoring her stealth entirely and quickly coiling around her. It felt like pure, powerful muscle, a warm yet unyielding squeeze around her chest forcing the breath out of her lungs. The dagger fell from her grasp as it restrained her entirely.

Fuck. Iris was mentally preparing herself for another long out-of-body experience, but as fate would have it, nothing about what happened next was fast. It didn’t choke the life out of her; instead, as she fell, she could feel a very familiar masculine stiffness press against her crotch, and being plenty familiar with LootQuest by now, she knew exactly what was about to happen. And of course, with the game being what it was and the Grand Serpent evidently having all kinds of buffs to increase the pleasure it inflicted, Iris found herself getting into it no matter how much she’d have preferred not to, her body eagerly responding to the twin, serpentine shafts.

The oxygen deprivation somehow made her body more sensitive rather than numb, with little fireworks of pleasure going off inside her head as the snake grinded against her increasingly damp sex. It hissed in her ear, and though it was a mere feral, she could hear pleasure in that simple sound. Confident, sexy pleasure. The snake’s tongue flicked across her ear, and she shivered again.

She couldn’t struggle, couldn’t move her arms even a single inch, and every time she breathed out, the next breath in was shallower and more laborious. It was quickly becoming apparent that she’d get fucked and then “die”, which wasn’t really the worst outcome, but it was embarrassing to feel the snake’s shafts prod and poke at her lips just because she had forgotten that stealth didn’t work on high level boss enemies.

All that frustration melted away as one of the snake’s shafts pushed into her and it immediately began to rut, doing so in a strange and serpentine way where its entire body seemed to contract with each thrust. The sensation was totally alien, but the lack of air made every little bump, grind, and thrust feel absolutely electrifying. Iris would have gasped, but realized she couldn't because she could barely draw breath at all.

The Grand Serpent proved an able lover. Perhaps that was how it’d conquered the local tribes and defiled their temple, by simply strangle-fucking any resistance into sweet, blissful oblivion. But there was more to it; the hissing almost began to make sense to Iris as she, immobilized, received every inch of that feral, serpentine cock. It wasn’t anything meaningful, only noise, and the snake wasn’t talking, but there was a kind of pattern to it. A glitchy undertone that seemed to seep into her head and leave her dizzy with lust.

It was as if the corruption of the game was threatening to get her, too. What would even happen if a player was affected? Would she end up wasting away entirely while stuck willingly, even eagerly, in this virtual reality, serving the Scaled One and their minions?

Iris squeezed her eyes shut. It probably wasn’t possible. Probably. But it showed her exactly why the “bad guys” had been so successful, likely more so than the original story ever intended for them to be. Then, she moaned, as the snake struck some sensitive part inside her, sending a quiver of ecstasy through her body. But that wasn’t enough for the snake; suddenly, she felt a wet warmth against the top of her head, and seconds later, realized that it was the snake’s maw, stretching to engulf her.

She wasn’t afraid, but the enveloping heat and wetness felt strange. Not unpleasant. If fact, it made her clench harder.

Oh, come on, Iris, you can’t be getting into this too.

Yet, with the Grand Serpent’s cock plowing into her, it was difficult not to get into it. The serpent was drooling all over her, and she could feel its tongue coiling around her neck as if trying to pull her deeper into its hungry maw. Her fur was soaked by now. And then its maw engulfed most of her face, blocking her from actually seeing anything as warm muscle enveloped her. Iris could barely breathe at all, only getting what air managed to slip into the snake’s mouth as it worked to swallow her.

And that made it all the more exciting. There was a strange, twisted intimacy to it all, the wetness and surprising heat of the snake’s body around her, swallowing more of her even as it fucked her at an ever-increasing pace, rutting her like a toy, and bringing her perilously close to orgasm. Especially after the snake managed to squeeze its other shaft into her in a display of serpentine agility, which again nearly made her moan as her pussy was stretched to its very capacity.

Her one chance to escape, if she hadn’t passed out yet, would be when the Grand Serpent had to let go of her arms to swallow them. But if she came first, that would assuredly deprive her of what little oxygen she still had.

Soon she was inside up to her shoulders, and then the snake’s merciless maw stretched even wider to swallow those, too. Iris had no strength left to struggle, and even then, she was only moments away from her pussy surrendering to the twin serpentine cocks that were outright mastering it, leaving her drooling just like the snake was drooling over its latest snack: her.

Being that there was no escape, though, Iris relaxed. She was going to respawn anyway, and so, in her aroused state of mind, she simply allowed it to happen. As more and more of her body slipped down the serpent’s gullet, she found herself enjoying the way its muscles rubbed every inch of her body, her nipples aching with pleasure at the sensation.

Iris was tensing up, already, the familiar tension of an orgasm building in her quivering loins. She couldn’t moan, or move, or do anything except get pushed deeper into the snake’s belly. Stars were already dancing at the edge of her vision despite the total lack of light, and- oh, fuck, she liked it entirely too much, she had to not let herself-

-she came with a silent moan that forced the rest of the air out of her lungs, but it was entirely worth it as shattering, overwhelming ecstasy wracked her body, leaving her clenching and milking around the snake’s swollen cocks. Iris surrendered to the pleasure, shivering as everything began to fade into a void of pure, carnal bliss with her juices running down the snake’s shafts and her legs as the final seasoning on the meal that it had made of her.

She barely felt that first squirt of cum deep inside her before being jarringly kicked into third person view to watch herself get eaten. The snake filled her – Iris could see that hemipenis throb hard, a trickle of white spilling from her well-used snatch – before pulling out. It held her deep enough in its throat that only her hips and crotch dangled out, looking as smugly satisfied as a snake possibly could, only to then uncoil slowly and drop onto the floor, with Iris’ body slumping like a ragdoll.

Then, the snake swallowed again, and her flared hips disappeared into its mouth. A few more almost spasmic swallows later, only her feet dangled out, and then, nothing at all, as the serpent’s mouth closed into a satisfied smirk. Iris watched the bulge that was her body slowly travel, sent down the snake’s gullet by each warm, strong contraction of his muscles. In a way, she was happy that she didn’t have to feel that in first person, but another part of her desperately wanted to. It wasn’t as if LootQuest had any real simulation of pain, after all, which meant that it’d just be that continued full-body embrace, helplessness, and lust-tinted pleasure.

Something about it was deeply degrading, too. Watching the character that she had spent so much time on getting so easily disposed of for not taking the proper precautions. Eventually the snake burped, as the bulge of Iris’ body settled in its stomach. She even heard the serpent’s belly gurgle, as a kind of final exclamation mark to her defeat.

Everything went black as the scene was over, and for a moment, Iris floated in a formless, comfortable void, as if dead. Everything felt perfectly fine.

Then she popped into existence again, outside of the temple, with Prince staring at her. Before she could get her bearings, the hippogryph – making a noise that sounded like squawking laughter – rushed over to tug on the band of her armored bikini. Not really having the wherewithal to do anything else, Iris followed him towards a nearby bush, where she found something unexpected in the form of a body. It looked like a wolf, dressed in rudimentary gear, with a small journal clutched in his limp arms.

Wait. She paused, picking up the notes from the body, which was perfectly intact, despite being visibly… soaked. It smelled of the snake’s insides, a smell that Iris would probably never forget. There was something off here, but she couldn’t pinpoint what before she started reading.

Where am I?

I am here, but not here. Like nothing is real. Everyone repeats the same actions.

Why? Why am I suddenly awake, but all others yet asleep? Because I died too many times?

Is our world real? Is this the afterlife? I have nothing but questions.

I must seek the answers, seek The Scaled One. They must know if he is the source of all of this.

But maybe he is a mere victim. Maybe he woke up as I did, and…

The note trailed off, as if the writer hadn’t been sure of what else to say. He must’ve journeyed to the temple and then gotten eaten, none the wiser.

The problem was that those notes would make sense for a player. This was not a player’s corpse; those always despawned after the initial scene. A chill ran down Iris’ spine, leaving her more afraid than she had been when swallowed by the snake. That was proof definitive that the NPCs were growing sapient. Likely as a result of being constantly respawned. Was that the sources of the glitches and corruption?

…and did that mean that the Scaled One was sapient? Suddenly Iris found herself just as full of the questions as the nameless NPC who had met that grim – yet pleasurable – fate. He’d respawn somewhere far away now that she had looted the body, which meant she had no hope of meeting him.

It seemed like this one had been trying to find a way to break free, to exit the game somehow. It wasn’t possible, of course, but while Iris as a player knew that, an in-game character couldn’t possibly know. If that was what the Scaled One was doing, he might end up breaking everything and everyone in the process of corrupting the game until it could no longer run.

Deep breaths, Iris. Let’s get that blessing first. Then, kill the snake, and then go back and tell Adrian about all this.

Right. The tribe. Evidently, the blessing was needed so she wouldn’t get eaten. Not that the experience had been all that unpleasant. In fact, Iris was pretty sure that she’d developed a new kink; it turned out that being swallowed whole and kept in that warm, wet embrace was rather exciting. At least, as long as she didn’t have to feel being digested, which the game thankfully skipped right over.

Still, she had to actually finish the quest, and so, she hopped back on Prince’s back – the hippogryph almost looking like he was grinning – and took off once again, this time to fly to the little village not far from the temple.

It was a brief flight, and upon landing, she was immediately greeted by a flock of NPCs of various species, mostly types of felines, everything from tigers and lions to jaguars. Apparently, in LootQuest, they all lived roughly in the same region.

“The prophesied one!” a tigress exclaimed. “Have you come to free us from the Grand Serpent’s tyranny?”

“Yeah, kinda already tried,” Iris replied. Sometimes she really didn’t know why she talked to the generic NPCs. Especially outside of the major cities, they didn’t really reply with any sort of dynamism. “So, where’s the blessing you’re going to give me?”

“Come! You must see the matron! She can strengthen you to give you the upper hand!” the tigress continued, indeed ignoring everything she said, with the others in the group nodded along.

“Right,” Iris snarked. She found herself in an odd mood, between cumming her brains out in the snake’s belly, and then finding out that the NPCs could apparently gradually grow sentient with enough respawns. “I don’t suppose you could just gang up and kill it yourselves?”

“Come! The matron awaits!”

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed, following the tigress towards the center of the village, where she was led into a large hut. The villagers remained outside, and she found herself facing a fertility goddess. Or if not that, then very close to one. On a primitive throne sat a jaguar, curvy and soft as a dream, with two enormous, bare breasts that leaked with milk.

“So, are we doing canned dialogue, or…?” Iris asked, though she found herself briefly fantasizing about latching onto one of her milky nipples.

The matron chuckled. “I’m not entirely sure what you mean. But I do know that you need help to defeat the Grand Serpent.”

She didn’t seem sapient – fully, anyway – but at least, she had the flexible dialogue of most important NPCs, which was a relief. That meant Iris could talk to her almost like she would to a real person.

“Yes, so I’ve been told,” she replied. “Will you grant it to me?”

“With pleasure,” replied the curvy matron. “All you have to do is nurse from me.”

Oh.

Iris hadn’t been expecting that.

“Um, well, okay. Is it just milk, or…?” she stammered, trying to arrange her thoughts a little more. “How will it help me?”

“It is blessed milk,” the matron grinned. “It’ll strengthen you. Make you less vulnerable to the serpent’s seduction.”

“And to being squeezed to death, I presume,” Iris remarked. She stepped closer. By now the serval had almost no real reservations left when it came to exploring new kinks. She’d already been choke-fucked and swallowed by a snake; nursing on a jaguar’s massive tits and drinking her milk was downright vanilla in comparison.

“Perhaps. You may sit in my lap for this, champion,” the jaguar purred.

Iris mused that the original blessing had probably been something more normal. Perhaps a spell, or a ritual. But the scrambled and hypersexual nature of LootQuest was exactly why it still existed when every other attempt at an immersive MMORPG had failed.

Well, in for a penny. She was clearly outmatched by the snake without this, and so she straddled the jaguar matron’s very soft lap. She couldn’t really remember how one traditionally nursed, but soon enough, Iris found a position comfortable enough to purse her lips around a swollen teat. A few gentle sucks, and her milk began to properly flow. The jaguar moaned with pleasure, or perhaps relief at having someone ease the pressure.

The blessing was surprisingly tasty. Sweet, rich, and milky, it was easy for the serval to gulp down – what kind of feline didn’t like warm milk? – and as she did, a warm, fuzzy glow seemed to spread throughout her body. It didn’t feel quite like strength, but rather, endurance. Like she could keep breathing even when squeezed tight. Though there was a sensation of strength there, too. Iris wasn’t sure what to make of it, but she kept drinking, feeling herself grow rather wet with her face pushed snugly against the matron’s generous, bountiful breasts.

Yet, another sensation came. All that warm fuzziness seemed to be flowing to her crotch, intense enough that it made her hips twitch. That feeling was completely unfamiliar to her, though with how kink-focused the game was – at had become now, at least – it didn’t take her long to figure out that she was growing a cock once that new stiffness rubbed against the matron's soft thigh. She immediately thrust again as pleasure surged through that growing, stiff appendage.

How having a cock would help her, she didn’t entirely know. Maybe it was simply a side effect of the matron’s undoubtedly corrupted milk. Some sort of artifact of the game’s glitchiness, or perhaps an intentional curse that she’d have to dispel afterwards. Still, with all her thoughts seemingly flowing towards that hardness, she was soon humping against the cooing matron while drinking more of her milk. The jaguar was moaning at the top of her lungs, urging her to continue. It almost seemed like she was about to cum.

Moments later, she did cum, purely from the stimulation of being nursed from. Suddenly the matron groaned, her entire body stiffening and then twitching as she squeezed Iris against herself. She seemed utterly ecstatic, her naked pussy soaking her throne even some of Iris’ body where she was sitting, spasming and gushing with her nectar. Iris kept her lips firmly around the jaguar’s teat, her mind hazy but aroused, as she swallowed a few more drops of milk.

The matron slumped backwards with a satisfied smile on her face, and it took Iris a few moments to realize that she had just died from the overstimulation. Maybe that had always been her role, to sacrifice herself for her tribe, only the original script probably didn’t have it happen so intimately. Of course, she’d respawn soon enough, but the new version wouldn’t recognize Iris beyond a generic champion.

Iris wiped the milk from her lips, and the excess from her breasts. She glanced down, and sure enough, her new cock was rock hard. Briefly, she considered fucking the matron too, but as she had no loot – quest NPCs rarely did – her body would disappear soon, and that’d leave her even hornier than she already was. Iris would simply have to take it out on the so-called Grand Serpent somehow.

She mournfully squeezed that new addition to her body and nearly slumped down herself at how intense the surge of pleasure was. It took every ounce of her willpower to not at least stroke herself off then and there, but there was that ever-present risk of dying from sensory overload if she did it. And then she’d have to reacquire the blessing.

With a sigh, she stood up and left the happily dead jaguar behind, walking out of the village and back to Prince, where a short flight back to the temple awaited.

The worst part, and one that kept bothering her, was that she really wanted to get eaten again, while also not wanting to fail the quest. That desire had only gotten more intense with all the blood in her body seemingly rushing to her cock.

Well, at least the snake would be easy now. Relatively easy. Iris felt positively aglow with newfound strength, and so she entered the temple again, not bothering with stealth this time but instead focusing on the swashbuckler aspects of her class.

The Grand Serpent greeted her with a hiss, showing no sign of recognizing her. If it was as she had thought, that respawning brought gradual sentence, this boss encounter had to be something that beginners didn’t often make it all the way to.

But that pondering was for another time. The snake lunged for her the instant she was within reach, only this time, Iris was ready, ducked the attack, and caught it by the throat. Naturally, that didn’t really stop it – the snake’s lower body still coiled around her and squeezed so hard it was difficult to resist – but Iris knew exactly what to expect, and she knew exactly where the snake’s cocks were. It seemed to naturally end up pressing roughly against her own, something that it clearly wasn’t expecting.

Nor was it expecting that Iris, with a growl emanating from deep within her lungs, would grab both hardening shafts in her free hand and squeeze them together around her own in a small facsimile of the snake’s own constricting body.

“Let’s see how you like cumming yourself to death,” she hissed in turn, albeit in a much more feline tone. Not that the snake understood anything but her intentions.

The two fell over again, but this time, both were struggling. The snake’s mouth enveloped her arm, but this time, she bent it – not without feeling a tingle of arousal again, as she felt its hot maw around her – in a way that’d make it harder to swallow her. And she kept stroking. The snake twitched, seemingly losing focus as she grinded all three of their cocks together in a firm grasp quickly lubricated by both of their copious precum.

There was one risk with the plan. She was also perilously close to orgasm. Iris gritted her teeth, trying to force herself to think about the implications of sapient NPCs while she kept running her fingers up and down their throbbing shafts, driving them both ever closer to orgasm.

They were wrestling with each other, both parties suddenly far too distracted by pleasure to do what they had been planning. The snake flailed and thrashed, letting go of the serval’s arm and trying to go for her head, only to be caught again. Iris was panting with effort, squirming and trying anything she could to fight back that sweet, overwhelming pressure growing inside her. She probably wouldn’t die, but she’d be left far too weak to resist.

In a brief stroke of genius, she thrust her hips, lodging her cock into the snake’s slit. It was a tight embrace, given its own hardness, but it made both of the serpent’s shafts spasm with pleasure, and she managed to thrust perhaps an inch deeper while still rubbing them both.

“That’s it,” she growled, finally feeling her enemy swell in her grasp, suggesting that it was just a fraction closer to its climax than she was, a little deeper in the throes of pleasure. “Time to finish this quest.”

She squeezed, hard, and the snake let out a stuttering breath as it suddenly erupted over her crotch. Iris kept milking those serpentine cocks as firmly as she could, not missing a beat, drawing out the Grand Serpent’s orgasm for as long as she could, even as those spurts of cum soaked her own cock with thick, liquid warmth.

Iris didn’t stop. She kept squeezing, stroking and pumping the snake’s cock, but let go of her own – letting it slip from the snake’s slit – so as to not push herself over the edge. In the throes of his orgasm, the snake couldn’t do anything about it, and so, Iris milked it truly dry, sliding a couple of fingers inside it to fill the void left by her cock, thrusting them as deep as she could and feeling its cocks throb eagerly, if perhaps unwillingly.

Finally, the Grand Serpent gave a strangled hiss. It could survive an orgasm on its own terms just fine, but with her roguish skills, she did quite a bit of additional damage, particularly as the snake, overcome with pleasure, slumped back and was no longer focusing on her; at that instant, her devilish touches suddenly counted as a backstab, and the serpent came again almost immediately, only far more violently. This time both of its cocks erupted like firehoses in the serval’s cunning hands, utterly soaking the feline in cum, but she didn’t mind. The rush of power was totally worth the mess, as was finally completing the damned quest.

The serpent fully lost its grip on her, its coils falling limply around her, and in that moment, Iris deployed her final move; she squeezed its shafts together and took both twitching cockheads into her mouth, licking along the member to tease more pleasure out of the snake, and that was all it took. With a choking sound, the great beast flopped over onto its side, its forked tongue lolling form the side of a half-open mouth as Iris kept suckling on the throbbing members, catching a few more spurts of thick but almost flavorless cum in her mouth. She no longer felt the snake pulse, beyond the last few reflexive twitches of its cocks.

She had won. Finally.

A few moments after its defeat, a golden glow rose from it and drifted towards the temple’s exit. Though Iris wanted to savor the moment of her victory a little longer, she reluctantly let the Grand Serpent’s cocks slip from her mouth. Whatever was about to happen was more important, though she immediately regretted – in a base, visceral way – that decision as her cock bounced painfully with each step she took towards the exit. If she didn’t take care of it, she’d end up making some really bad decisions sooner or later.

Thankfully, bad decisions in LootQuest didn’t tend to have lasting consequences, so perhaps it was all worth it anyway, in the end.

The glow, upon reaching him, engulfed Prince. The hippogryph shuddered, and then he grew. Not by much, but enough so that he was noticeably bigger than others of his species. At first, he looked confused, but then, as Iris – rushing outside to follow the glowing mist – watched, his cock began to slide out. Being powered up like that apparently felt rather arousing.

By now, Iris was so horny that she couldn’t think straight. Despite defeating the snake, she hadn’t gotten any relief, and having a cock, it turned out, was demanding. She kept having bad ideas.

She had really enjoyed being eaten, and Prince was just big enough that, with some stretchy video game rules and logic, he could probably do it to her. And respawning might get rid of her cock, too. Not to mention that she was pretty sure that she’d cum her brains out when it happened and be a little more able to think clearly again, such as about the implications of the NPC notes she had found.

Iris approached Prince again, the hippogryph striking a sufficiently majestic pose to illustrate how much more powerful he was now. Not that anything had really changed, bar for his size. She reached to rub his feathered chest.

“Are you feeling hungry?” she asked, with little hesitation.

Prince nodded eagerly.

“How hungry?” Iris continued, grinning ear to ear. “Maybe you’d like to eat me.”

Prince was never, not in a million years, going to decline an opportunity to show how strong and dominant he was, she knew that. Part of it was overcompensating for the fact that he always came almost instantly when his cock was touched, but it made for excellent motivation when it came to play like this.

“I kind of need it,” she huffed, feeling a blush creep across her features.

Prince nodded again, opening his beaked mouth and running his tongue along it demonstratively. It didn’t really seem like he could swallow her whole, but then, the snake hadn’t been quite big enough to do it either… but then again, snakes were more adapted to doing that kind of thing.

Iris shivered as she removed her armor, placing it on the ground for later. This would be her chance to enjoy every moment of it without having to struggle, because as haughty and obnoxious as Prince could be, she knew that the hippogryph wouldn’t actually do anything she didn’t want him to. Not to her, at least.

She heard his belly rumble as he quickly approached her. Iris laid down, her cock throbbing with anticipation as the hippogryph opened his beak wide and grabbed onto her feet. She wasn’t totally sure how any of it would work out, but being semi-sapient at best, Prince didn’t question it, and so, it worked. His mouth engulfed Iris’ paws, and immediately her heart was racing with excitement.

Not that her cheeks didn’t also burn with embarrassment at developing yet another kink. But there was something more intimate and almost wholesome about sharing a moment like this with her trusty mount. Certainly, it was more consensual than using the bodies of her fallen enemies for pleasure, she reasoned.

Prince grabbed onto her with his relatively agile front legs, pulling and swallowing. The tight, wet warmth of his throat swallowed up more of her legs, and his tongue coiled round them, tasting every inch of the naked serval’s body. Iris couldn’t help but moan quietly. The whole thing felt so alien, so taboo, and yet, feeling his throat clench around her ankles, there was undeniably a lot of pleasure in it, too.

Prince’s warm breath washed over her as he worked her deeper into his mouth, and down his throat. Again, his tongue coiled around her, only this time – as she, in a sudden lurch, slipped down prince’s constricting throat all the way down to her hips – it lashed over her painfully hard cock, and Iris nearly saw stars. Her whole lower body felt warm and sopping wet, coated with the hippogryph’s saliva, but it was her cock that really glowed with pleasure, jerking against his tongue.

Iris, when she dared to open her eyes, could see Prince’s throat bulging with her legs. He was rumbling, clearly happy to do this, both aroused – evidenced, clearly enough, by his own hard cock – and hungry, the look in his eyes conveying that in turn. He swallowed again, though, enough so that his tongue could lap over every inch of Iris’ cock. For as much as Prince was “straight”, however much that meant in LootQuest, he clearly still recognized Iris as a female, no matter her genitals, and he fixated on the stiffness, slurping on her, savoring the taste of her fur, naked skin, and precum.

It wouldn’t be long at all before the intimacy and warmth of all those sensations brought Iris over the edge, but she didn’t fully recognize the signs that it was about to happen. One moment the pressure simply grew until her eyes were tearing up, stuffed waist-deep in Prince’s mouth already as she was. The next, she suddenly moaned as that pressured pleasure reached a shuddering peak. She couldn’t hold back whatsoever, and her cock bucked and throbbed as the first of many thick, warm ropes of cum erupted over her belly, only half caught by Prince’s caressing tongue.

The serval writhed and squirmed, her hips thrusting to feel more of that wet, warm muscle against her cock, utterly blinded by pleasure as she was swallowed deeper yet, with all the sticky seasoning that her bouncing cock added to her already delicious body.

She hadn’t even finished cumming before Prince grabbed her shoulders firmly and stuffed her into his mouth, all the way to her breasts, where his tongue once again teased her. Now, she could feel the hippogryph’s slimy throat squeeze against her still-cumming cock while his tongue lashed over her nipples instead, prolonging the orgasm for so long that Iris was, briefly, afraid that she’d pass out and respawn before getting to experience being fully inside him. Iris let out a stuttering, husky gasp. She felt every detail of Prince’s tongue, down to his very tastebuds on her nipples, and the air was getting humid with his breath.

Dutifully, she squeezed her arms into her mount’s mouth as well, rendering herself completely helpless. His beak scraped her skin but didn’t break it, not that there would’ve been pain even if he had.

With one final gulp, she was suddenly stuffed fully inside Prince’s body. His mouth closed behind her, and his soft, cushy throat squeezed around her head. There was only darkness now, darkness and that wet warmth. Throat-muscles contracted around every inch of her for a few minutes, an almost crushing sensation that left Iris feeling very small, with even her cock softening as her orgasm ebbed, the last few gushes of cum delivered straight against the lining of Prince’s throat.

Iris could hear his belly gurgling and rumbling, though all hearing was muffled. Mucus coated every inch of her, she couldn’t breathe, and Prince’s inner muscles massaged the entirety of her body in one final, sensual farewell, and then, the serval finally fell completely limp.

And then she was once again booted, cruelly, into the disembodied third person view, where she watched Prince’s belly bulge visibly and heavily as her body slipped all the way into his stomach.

The hippogryph flopped onto this side, burped, and then relaxed, settling in to digest his snack while waiting for Iris to respawn the way she always did, which would take a while. So once again, for the second time today, she watched the beast that devoured her take its sweet time digesting all there was of her, the bulge only slowly shrinking. Had Iris had any sort of genitals, or even a body at all, in that third-person view, she would’ve certainly rubbed herself to the sight, but as it was, it was more denial than anything. She still felt the tingling of lust in her head and where she knew her body should be – and where it was in real life – but was unable to do anything more about it.

At least that final orgasm inside Prince’s mouth had been wonderful. In fact, her head was still rather fuzzy after it, which made it rather pleasant to simply float in the middle of nowhere. At least Prince seemed even more satisfied than she did.

It took perhaps fifteen minutes or so total, during which Iris’ thoughts drifted every which way while she listened to the hippogryph’s bulging belly happily gurgling as it dissolved her body inside it, and during that, he seemed to grow increasingly aroused. Prince looked almost confused by it, the way his cock swelled and throbbed with each little clench of his belly, as if Iris’ body was being digested directly into arousal or cum.

It seemed that she wasn’t the only one who found being eaten to be deeply erotic. The sight fascinated her, and as she watched, Prince squawked, his hips rocking on pure instinct as pleasure washed over him. He clearly enjoyed the sensations of his stomach slowly digesting Iris, but didn’t seem to understand why.

Iris, of course, knew that he’d die the instant that he came. But she was hoping that he wouldn’t, not before her body had been fully – or at least mostly – digested. Prince’s legs kicked as he fought the oncoming climax, perhaps aware of the same facts that Iris knew. Soon, he was panting, his massive equine cock leaking with arousal as he tried his hardest to not cum, grinding his break in the throes of pleasure as his body gorged on that of Iris.

He seemed to last a little longer than he did when being stroked, perhaps because the sensation was so unfamiliar, but as his full stomach gurgled and twitched, Iris was quietly cheering him on, trying to will him into lasting for as long as possible.

But then, he did cum, and it was with an enormous rope of cum erupting form his thick cock, the hippogryph falling limply onto his side and then rolling over entirely in a convulsive pleasure-spasm, soaking himself with each clench of slowly shrinking belly and his throbbing cock.

You can do it, come on, Iris thought, watching everything unfold, or rather, contract.

Prince tried to struggle onto his feet, but with each rope of cum that soaked his body and the ground beneath, he was weaker, his hind legs failing to support him, and he tumbled over again, despite his best, even heroic efforts. His stomach clenched again, and another rope of cum erupted, indeed as if Iris had been digested directly into plentiful, thick cum.

His stomach gave one last, gurgling clench, and he let out a shuddering, wheezing breath, fully collapsing onto the ground as his body gave in. His tongue lolled to the side of his open beak, and he expired like that, with a blissful look on his face and his body completely covered with cum.

Well, he tried as hard as he could, Iris thought, knowing that she’d be soaking wet if she was in her body. She was certainly pleased – and just as surprised as Prince – to find out that apparently not only was being eaten incredibly hot, eating someone was as well.

But without an aroused body to touch, and the show over, her thoughts quickly began to wander once more. She thought about the implications of that adventurer-NPC, but it was hard to focus, so she started thinking about the fact that she apparently got off, and got off hard to the act of being eaten. At least as much as she enjoyed using the bodies of her enemies.

Maybe Adrian would be willing to indulge her. Gods only knew she had indulged him plenty of times, and with a simple spell or potion of enlargement, he’d easily be big enough to devour the slender cat.

And then, once again, the world turned inside out and she was shunted into her fresh new body, standing naked in the grass, and then Prince appeared in front of her, clean and immediately grinning at her in that feral hippogryph way, greeting her with a snort as he slowly, leisurely stood up.

“Well, that was something, wasn’t it?” she gasped, the moment she reappeared right next to Prince. Her mind felt wonderfully clear with the haze of orgasm and defeat both dissipating, and her cock was gone, replaced by a familiar pussy between her legs. “Okay. Okay. The moment you’re done with that we have to fly back to the city.”

Prince rubbed his head against hers in a surprising gesture of affection. His belly was still bulging, but only a little after the digestion and many orgasms, and then again, their relative sizes hadn’t stopped him from eating her; why would the weight stop him from flying?

Sure enough, it did no such thing, and soon the two were flying back, with the quest completed. She hadn’t gotten a reward, but the next part of the storyline was unlocked regardless. Yet, it seemed so unimportant compared to the fact that she’d found something that could explain what was happening to the game.

The Scaled One was almost certainly sapient, and whatever his plans were, they’d bring the entirety of LootQuest down if he wasn’t stopped, somehow. It’d be a long road there, many quests that she still had to complete before she’d even be ready to save her bizarrely kinky wonderland, but Iris was ready to start, and she hoped Adrian would be, too.

And maybe he could try eating her.