I Fell into a Gay Video Game Ch. 02

Father Shion was holding his hand in front of my face. A soft white glow coming from his hand was the source of the warmth I felt. "You seem to be uncomfortable, this should help alleviate that." Despite my determination to stay vigilant, I found myself relaxing around the Father as our journey continued. It started to rain within a few hours of our departure, so it felt even more secluded in the carriage with the noises of our larger party being hushed by the downpour. The priest continued cheerful small talk with me, explaining more details of the monastery and his own role in the church. I was correct that he was high ranking. He was actually a high priest, so he had authority over all the religious institutions in his region. Eventually, I dozed off, the gentle voice, the rain, and my lack of sleep overcoming the jostling of the carriage.

Because of the rain kept up throughout the day, I wasn't able to get out of the carriage and really interact with the male leads, but I could feel their gazes on me whenever I was able to quickly stretch my legs and relieve myself. Back in the buggy, I was able to resume my conversations with Father Shion. As night approached and we stopped to rest for the night, I started to feel anxious again. Because the rain had not abated, we would sleep in our respective vehicles. That meant all evening with just me and the father. There hadn't been a sign of any sexual interest at any point through the day though, in fact he'd been downright paternal. It was possible that his role in this story might specifically give him immunity to whatever drew other men to Jester, wasn't it? After all, how helpful would he be as a holy man if he was tempted by their god's chosen one? This realization allowed me to relax more and conversation became more natural. Once more, I fell asleep to the sound of the man's soft droning.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was suddenly awoken by a shrill cry from outside. I shot up, immediately noticing that I was alone in the vehicle and it was morning, but still raining. Sounds of struggle and the clash of steel rang out and I found I was terrified to look outside. When I finally did, I instantly regretted it. The creatures that were swarming outside were easily recognizable as a fantasy genre staple: goblins. Every one of them was between 3-4' tall, their bodies ranging in various shades of green or grey, their eyes shining yellow even in the rain. I couldn't even begin to count how many there were, but they were easily outnumbering the 9 guards that were brought along. It seemed for every assailant they cut down, another 2 immediately filled its place. I couldn't see any of the male leads or Father Shion, but I heard what sounded like a small explosion somewhere further back in the direction we'd come from.

The guards were trying to stay as a group while they fought against the horde. They were better armed and better trained, but inevitably they began to fall to the sheer numbers their enemy possessed. One by one, they were pulled down and piled upon and I could hear the men start to scream and call for mercy before the sound cut off abruptly. When only 4 of them remained standing, they broke formation entirely, sealing whatever fate awaited them once they disappeared from sight behind the short wall of goblins that encircled them. Were they being devoured? One of the guards that broke free made a beeline directly for where I was.

Terror lodged in my throat and I found myself debating if I should open the door or hold it closed in a hope to save myself. That ended up not being a choice I needed to make as the man got maybe 10' away before he was tackled and mobbed as well. I felt a swell of relief and guilt. Against my will, I witnessed what was almost certainly happening to the other guards while I watched the group in front of me. I hadn't noticed before due to the distance and general chaos, but the goblins weren't just naked, they were all sporting hard-ons.

The goblins made quick work of pulling off the guard's armor, even with his increasingly frantic flailing. He was maneuvered onto all fours and his protests cut off by a goblin roughly grabbing a fistful of hair and laughingly shoving as much of his dripping cock into the struggling man's mouth as it could. As soon as he raised his hands to push that assailant away, more goblins grabbed his wrists and forced him to start jerking their cocks. In the back of my mind, I wondered how much of the water streaming down his cheeks was rain versus tears as the largest goblin of the bunch, a scarred bastard with a wicked grin plastered on his face, took his place behind the prone guard. Unceremoniously, he lined his cock up to the entrance before him and forcefully shoved forward, slamming his hips against his newly conquered fuckhole. To my shame, my cock twitched at the display in front of me. I assured myself that it was just because I hadn't been able to cum for over a week now, but I continued to stare.

Mesmerized, I listened to his muffled scream as he was pushed forward into the goblin in front of him, making him choke around the cock now lodged in his throat. The 4 goblins currently assaulting his body were gyrating their hips madly while the rest of them looked on in celebration awaiting their turns and playing with their own rods. One of them got impatient and tried to shove the mouth-fucker aside. This started a tussle between the two of them as they each grabbed at the guard's hair and alternated fucking their cocks into his slobbering maw. Eventually, they began biting and scratching at each other and tumbled to the side allowing yet another goblin to take their place. This one used his ears like handle bars before he jackhammered forward less than a dozen times until he erupted down his throat. The sight of him gagging on goblin cum seemed to set off the two that were forcing him to jerk them off. One aimed at his back while the other aimed at the side of his face. They shot their loads simultaneously, drenching their victim. All 3 were instantly replaced while the biggest one still at his asshole just seemed spurred on by the sight of his brethren cumming. He picked up speed shoving into his unwilling partner at an alarming pace.

This renewed the guard's panic. He thrashed wildly, scattering the goblins in front of him, who chittered angrily at his resistance. He didn't care though, in a desperate, but meaningless final bid for refuge, he lurched towards my coach again. "Save me, please!" He called out and in that moment I couldn't help but hate him. Dozens of feral eyes found me at the same time a chime sounded and a notification window obscured sight of the impending nightmare.

[THE GOBLINS HAVE SPOTTED YOU!]

[OPTION 1: WAIT FOR RESCUE]

[OPTION 2: RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!]

My finger was on OPTION 2 and I was out the opposite side of the carriage in a flash. I didn't turn to check on the state of the victims behind me or to see if the male leads were around. In a blind panic, I ran as far and fast as I could in the rain, the sounds of goblins raping and cackling filled my ears. The automated directions didn't overtake me completely as I ran, but I could feel a pressure occasionally as I thought about taking certain turns. It felt like I was being herded, but I had to trust that the absence of a scene notification meant that I was being directed to safety.

Running into the woods and leaving the road behind, the noises of the goblins faded into nothing, but I still didn't stop. I wasn't going to until something somehow clearly indicated to me that I wouldn't be caught by those fucking things! Sure enough, as I came upon a small cave, I could feel a slight push to stop and crouch behind a large log. The entrance was partially blocked by a boulder. I felt a wave of relief as I saw someone behind the rock, seeing just a red cap and white hair, but I instantly recognized the priest. A chime sounded.

[YOU SEE A FAMILIAR FIGURE.]

[OPTION 1: CALL OUT]

[OPTION 2: CONTINUE TO OBSERVE]

Selecting the first choice, I jumped to my feet and began happily waving as I called, "Father Shion! You have no idea how hap--" I was abruptly cut off and my hope dashed as the figure I'd thought to be the father came into view.

[SCENE UNLOCKED]

He was grotesque. Short and stocky, he was at least a foot shorter than me, but twice as wide. His face looked like a vicious old man's as he squinted his frightening red eyes and snarled at me, revealing long, sharp teeth in his disproportionately large mouth. The weapon he held in one gnarled hand was some kind of spear, but it seemed unnecessary to me considering his fingers were all tipped with absurdly long talons.

I turned on my heels and ran, but I barely made it a few feet before I felt something slam into the back of my head, sending me ass over tea kettle. Woozily, I saw a rock the size of my fist rolling to a stop on the ground next to me. I had no chance to gather myself before he was on me, pulling me up by my hair in much the same way the goblins had pulled on that guard. His talons scratched my scalp, making me bleed while he pulled me into position in front of his crotch, which was adorned only by a worn loincloth that didn't even fully cover his flaccid, uncut cock.

I struggled to get away, even though his talons continued to open small slashes in my scalp and eventually my face as he dropped his weapon to get better control of me. Did the creature even realize how much it pricked my pride that I was such a non-threat he could willingly disarm himself? But my wounded ego did nothing to enable me to fight back better. I was taller, but he was stronger and I was still dizzy from the rock he'd clocked me with. One of his talons menacingly stroked the space between my eye and my nose, bringing me to an immediate halt. A slight pressure all over my body reinforced that I should remain still.

He seemed pleased by my surrender, grinning terribly and drawing me back to his groin. He pushed the heavy cloak I wore off my shoulders, displaying the revealing clothes underneath. Making what sounded to be pleased grunts, he pushed his loincloth completely aside to reveal his hardening member. A smell that could be compared both to rotting fish and curdled milk assaulted my nose and brought tears to my eyes. Huge chunks of smegma clung to his glans and in the folds of his foreskin as it pulled back from his hideous cock.

He started humping his stinky, disgusting dick against my face, smearing his cheese on my cheeks and lips as I stubbornly kept my mouth shut. He was completely turgid now, every inch as big as the 7" I sported in the real world. His dick brushed against my nose, shoving a curd inside my nostril. Unable to stop myself, I gagged in disgust and started blowing air out of my nose in an attempt to eject it, but I was successful only in creating an opportunity for the monster to shove the entire offensive tool directly down my gullet when I opened my mouth for a large breath. I was already gagging as he pulled back out of my throat to rub his cockhead on the flat of my tongue. It tasted like it smelled and I could feel gobs of smegma on my tongue and getting pushed aside into my teeth. I couldn't stop my heaving gut as it forced up every bit of food I'd eaten for dinner the night before. My assailant kept stirring his cock inside my mouth while vomit poured around it, splattering the base of his shaft, his pelvis, and my chin on it's way to the ground. The impulse to purge kept my teeth from hitting him as my mouth kept spasming wide open.

As soon as I thought I was done puking, he pushed his cock back as far as it would go again, beating my uvula like it personally insulted his freaky monster ancestors and prompting another round of vomit. This continued in a loop until my stomach was completely empty. Now bile, drool, and precum was sloshing messily out of the sides of my mouth. The front of my robes were soaked. It felt like the entrance to my throat was bruised and swollen, but he continued to batter his way in and out.

The more excited he got, the more he squeezed my head and I continued to get small cuts and punctures from his talons. The longer this went on, the more likely he was going to seriously hurt me. Remembering how the automated directions had controlled me when Mr. Lloyd was assaulting me, part of me wished the same thing would happen this time just to make it easier on me. But apparently, I wasn't going to get any assistance, so I guessed I wasn't in too much danger necessarily. Still, my inability to relax was causing me to gag near constantly. I felt light-headed and in pain. I had to do something to make this stop soon. Steeling myself from the intense feeling of humiliation, I carefully tightened my lips around his shaft and deliberately began moving my tongue side-to-side, stroking the underside of his fat sausage.

Surprised by my sudden participation, the creature stopped thrusting his hips and stared down at me, his fiery eyes narrowed in curiosity and suspicion. Breathing carefully through my nose and hoping I didn't gag again, I thought about what I liked when I was getting my dick sucked. I maintained eye contact as I pulled back slightly so that I could maneuver my tongue better around his cockhead. He allowed me to and his eyes widened when he felt my tongue slide over and then push against his piss slit. Then I circled his head with my tongue, sucking gently, making sure I made slurping sounds as I did. I was both delaying and mentally preparing for the next step.

My attacker was still fixated on my face, but he jolted in shock when he felt my tongue slide under his foreskin, collecting the remaining smegma still shoved under the folds. I fought the urge to barf again, instead focusing my attention on the sensitive skin, hoping to egg him on to completion. While he did seem to enjoy it, it wasn't as effective as I'd hoped. My jaw hurt, my throat hurt, my stomach hurt, an ache was settling in my back and knees from being forced into this position. I wanted to go home. Doubling my efforts, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to sink my throat as far down on his rod as I could. I tried to relax, to swallow around it as it pushed into my gullet, but I simply wasn't experienced with deepthroating.

I was suddenly pushed away, his cock coming out of my mouth with a wet pop. I was confused at first, wondering optimistically if he had grown tired of my shitty attempts at head and was going to leave me and bugger off. Like all of my hopes since waking up in this game, it was in vain. The log I'd been crouched behind when I first came upon my present tormentor was now to serve as a surface for him to bend me over. Because the robes were so short, my ass was immediately out and open to view. 'I shouldn't even be surprised anymore,' I thought bitterly. Yet again, I had no chance to act before he was on me, this time his talons bit into the ample flesh of my ass cheeks, spreading them far apart, I almost thought my hole would tear just from that. As I started to squirm and grunt in discomfort, he cackled behind me, sounding not unlike the goblins I'd run from earlier. That felt like ages ago now, but how long had it really been? An hour, maybe two? Someone was definitely going to come for me. There was no way all 3 of the potential male leads were wiped out by a goblin attack, right?

I couldn't help but feel self-conscious when the creature leaned between my spread cheeks and took a deep whiff. I could feel my face and shoulders flush bright red, but I didn't have time to be embarrassed for long. His own hot, wet, bumpy tongue slid over my rosebud, making me gasp and jerk my hips. I gripped the bark of the toppled tree and pressed my forehead against it hard. I'd never let anyone eat my ass, even Lee! It had fallen in the same category as having my nipples played with. Bottom territory. 'Fuck this game. Fuck this game! Fuck this fucking fuck fuck game!' I screamed in my head as his tongue pushed experimentally at my rectum, testing its resistance. Then it began loudly licking up and down, treating my hole like a tasty treat. Every so often, it would return to poking against my barrier, a little more forcefully every time. Though I was fighting as hard as I could, I had to admit to myself that a heat was building in my loins with every sloppy tonguing he gave my pucker. My dick was hard as a rock and throbbing with arousal.

"I don't want a monster tongue to make me feel good," I wailed miserably. My hole was expanding more and more every time the fleshy battering ram knocked against my gates. I hadn't meant to vocalize my thoughts, but once I had it seemed like I couldn't stop talking. The flood gates were opened and my voice escaped in that breathless tone that I hated so deeply. "Why is your tongue so lumpy? Oh?! Ah! Mmmm, huh...nnooo it feels so weird in my hole! I can't stand it, please! Pleeeease!" He didn't listen, shoving his tongue further inside. "I hate it ooooh I hate it so much! So slimy fuuuuuuck. Slimy tongue unh...ah!" He buried his face further in my ass, pushing me forward until I was pressed flush with the log trunk, scratching my hard cock against the rough surface. Even that stimulation made me see spots and grit my teeth.

That was when he went from tongue-fucking my crater to sucking it. It was an odd sensation that seemed to pull at my lower belly. The slopping licking noises changed slightly so they were now loud, sucking kisses. It made me feel like I was melting inside and my knees shook while I continued to cry and moan in miserable pleasure. "Please stop! Mmmmm, no more! Uuuungh, not so...hngh! Ugh! Hard!" He was sucking with such force I started to worry I'd prolapse. I looked over my shoulder to see that damn red hat and his white hair. If I hadn't mistaken him for the father, none of this would have happened!

"Father!" I called out, wishing the priest would appear. He'd been so warm and kind to me in the brief time we'd known each other. I know his purpose was to care about Jester and it was nothing more than that, but I found him comforting anyway. "Father Shion, please help me!" I don't know how much the brute understood English, but he seemed to at least understand that I was calling for rescue. He dug his claws into my rump and squeezed, making hot streaks of blood run down my thighs. Angry snorting behind me further demonstrated his irritation and his tongue finally left my asshole. It felt swollen and even a little distended from his heavy ministrations. The breeze felt especially sharp now that his saliva started to cool. A new heat quickly replaced the old though and a chill ran through my entire body. The same smelly, filthy cock that had been fucking my throat was now gingerly poking the spongy flesh of my virgin hole.

My entire body began to shiver uncontrollably, but he didn't show any signs of notice or care. The head of his repulsive cock repeated the motions of his tongue previously. Sliding up and down my crack, pausing to poke at my rectum, then back up and down. Up down up down poke poke up down poke on repeat. But that precious entrance was becoming more and more pliable as the assault continued. I turned to protest again and it dawned on me that the only reason he hadn't already entered was a desire to savor my terror as I noticed the malicious grin that practically split his face in half it was so huge. We made eye contact and he slowly began to push forward. I felt my indignation and rage swell up anew, prompting me to thrash wildly again and clench my hole as tight as I possibly could.

A sudden noise stalled our struggles and drew our gaze in the direction I had come from originally. Father Shion came charging forward this time, chanting in an unfamiliar language. The creature shrieked and leapt backwards, jumping for his long-forgotten weapon, but he didn't have time. Whatever magic Father was using caused my would-be rapist to burst into flames and just like that he was gone. Wearily, I raised myself up from my bent position, but had no strength in my legs after the ordeal. Sinking down, I sat with my back against the log and watched Father Shion's approach. He kneeled in front of me and said nothing as he looked over my body, his eyes full of sadness at my current state. I looked quite a mess. My hair was tousled and I'm sure there was blood on my face and neck, fresh as well as crusted. The front of my indecently short robes were covered with a mixture of saliva, bile, and cum. My cock was plainly visible, rock hard and straining with need even in this shameful state. The dead monster's saliva and pre-cum coated my inner thighs.