Jackson in HRPG-World 02

"I'm DaBigBoom," he blurted out. Again getting the word wrong.

DaBigBoom's penis lay on a nest of pubic hair matted down with a combination of both his and the succubus's sexual fluids. Like all dicks after sex, it looked sorry for itself. Fifi placed a thumb and forefinger around his flaccid manhood and began to rub up and down in an attempt to bring his sex back to life. DaBigBoom never would have thought he'd be unable to get erect in the presence of a hot girl until he was at least ninety-five, and definitely never would have thought that inability would make him feel relieved.

"Tsk, males," Fifi said. "No stamina for sex at all."

Fifi's tail curled over his prone body. The three triangular flanges opened out to reveal the puckered orifice at the heart of the jar-like structure. Like a gun to his head, was DaBigBoom's uncomfortable thought.

"That's not going to help," he said. "It's making me nervous. And nerves are kryptonite to erections."

The bulbous jar at the end of her tail expanded and then contracted to whoosh a cloud of pink gas into his face. His head was completely enveloped. The strong scent—a melange of sleazy perfume, sexual perspiration and the forbidden musk between a woman's thighs—overwhelmed his senses. His head fell back and his brain throbbed. Countless memories of illicitly-watched porn films and eager fumbles with old girlfriends poured forth. Pornographic images—slutty eyes, long silky hair, bulging boobs, lasciviously long legs and vaginas held agape—flooded his eyeballs in a slick of sexual depravity. His ears were plugged with sighs of passion and the quiet squelches of coupling bodies. And the smell—it was like Fifi was sitting right on top of his face, her wet cunt dripping juice onto him.

"Aphrodisiac, keyed directly to your physiology," Fifi said. "We succubi never accept 'No'."

The pleasurable throbs passed down DaBigBoom's spine and collected in his balls. There they grew in strength and frequency. Blood stampeded back down to his groin.

"Much better," Fifi said.

Her tail contracted again and puffed another cloud of sensual odours into DaBigBoom's face. It encompassed his head and this time he inhaled eagerly, lost in his appreciation of the exciting fragrances.

"And now with a little encouragement . . ."

DaBigBoom's cock started to rise in Fifi's hand. Through a pink haze he watched as she bent over and pressed her considerable boobs together around his swelling erection. Nestled between her warm and soft pillows, his cock quickly swelled back to a hardness that tugged at his crotch and caused his balls to ache. Fifi dipped her head down between her cleavage and lapped up a droplet of pre-cum from the tip of his penis with her tongue.

"Much much better," she said.

The cloud of perfume dissipated and DaBigBoom recovered enough of his senses to realise Fifi was now lying alongside him. The soft bulges of her breasts rested against his side. One of her legs was crossed over his. One arm was slid underneath his neck while the fingernails of her other hand twiddled with his chest hair. His erection stuck up like a pole. The fleshy bulge at the end of Fifi's tail hovered above it. The orifice at the end opened out and a little stream of slimy lubricant drooled down onto his lap.

"Now where were we?" Fifi asked. Her hand caressed the back of DaBigBoom's neck. She stared at him, her eyes bright. And hard. Like precious stones. "Oh yes. Who are you, really?"

DaBigBoom tried again to tell her his real name. "I'm Da—"

Her tail came down and took in his whole length with a wet schlub. Jackson twitched as his cock was once again sheathed in soft, pliable flesh. The tail attached itself to his groin and began to pulse and suck obscenely. Warm juices were exuded over his helpless member and lascivious flesh wriggled up and down his shaft. He moaned and writhed as Fifi expertly used her tail to suck him up through higher planes of pleasure.

"The name isn't important. It's just a label."

Her moist eyes seemed to expand large enough to swallow him whole. The tail worked up and down like a piston, making lewd squelches as it sucked and squeezed him into paroxysms of ecstasy. His hips were already responding with sympathetic twitches.

"Tell me who you are and how you came to be here," Fifi asked, light yet irresistible.

"I don't know," Jackson moaned. He writhed in pleasure as her tail continued to pleasure him. "I was playing a game, a computer game, and I got sucked in. I think. I can't remember exactly. All I know was one moment I was living a normal life in the real world and the next I was in the game. Not just this game. Other games too."

Fifi's tail slowed down and began to gently pulsate around his cock, teasing him with soft, insistent tugs. She rubbed her leg against his. A gurgling sound travelled down her tail and Jackson shivered as his cock was flooded with a slithery, licentious liquid. The bulbous jar massaged it into the stretched skin of his erection with lewd pulses.

"I play them," he continued. "I thought if I completed the game I'd get back to the real world, but it doesn't happen. I keep getting moved on from game to game before I can get near the end."

"Fascinating," Fifi said.

Jackson groaned. Her tail had sucked him to orgasm. His muscles bunched and spasmed as he sprayed cum right up into the cloying grip of her tail.

"A gamer from the human world, the real one. And not just an avatar, here in the flesh. How can that be?"

She leaned over and pressed her soft lips against his in a kiss. Jackson came again. Or maybe it was a continuation of the last orgasm. The succubus had him completely in the palm of her hand. She reinforced the point by cupping his overworked balls in her hand and tickling the flesh behind with the points of her nails.

"No wonder you taste so delectable," Fifi said with a contented sigh.

Jackson was starting to get afraid. A steady stream of single digit numbers floated up from his body as her tail milked semen from him. That didn't concern him so much. It was part of the game. Pixels. It was what the succubus was doing to him and how it made him feel inside that was worrying him. He felt weird—tugged about and twisted around.

"Please," Jackson said. "I just want to get out and get back home."

Pink sparks crackled around the end of her tail. Jackson felt it grow warm around his cock, but pleasantly so. Electricity sparkled across Jackson's nerve endings. His cock stayed hard and throbbing, eager to disgorge another load. Fifi continued to squeeze and suck on him with her tail.

"Who welcomed . . ."

She paused while Jackson bucked and thrashed in the throes of another orgasm.

"Who welcomed you to the game? The first one?" she asked.

Her tail continued to pulse with slow throbs.

"Welcome? No one, I think," Jackson said. The inside of his innermost jacket was soaked with sweat.

"Curiouser and curiouser," Fifi said. "There are rules. Someone should have been there to meet you and give you your quest. A gamer must always have a quest. Oh well."

Numbers continued to stream up into the sky. Jackson screwed up his eyes as the channel within her tail contracted around him. Soft flesh squeezed up against his swollen glans in a wet kiss. The bulb squeezed right down, preparing for one last, final suck.

A loud cheer went up from the direction of the castle. Fifi lifted her head, glanced over and tsked.

"That fat pile of blubber always was a most unimpressive boss," she said.

Her tail detached from him with a noisy wet squelch. Sickly white streams of cum dribbled down his shaft for a few moments before the flow dried up.

"Pihanga's—your—forces have won this level. This battle is over."

She stood up. She was about to turn and walk away when she looked down at DaBigBoom's jackets and mmmed. She reached down, pulled the outermost one off him and tried it on. It was blue with yellow trim, with broad shoulders and long like a cape. It looked good on her, which was stating the obvious; her supernatural sexiness meant she could wear anything and make it look good.

"Wait," he called out as she was about to leave. "What's this quest I'm supposed to complete? Where—how—do I find it?"

Fifi shrugged. "I'm sure it will become apparent. These things usually do."

Her hair changed colour. Violet flowed out from her scalp and down her silky long hair, washing the black away. Her skin lightened in colour and a spiralling black tattoo blossomed on the left side of her body like twisted ivy. She struck a sexy pose for DaBigBoom.

"It's been most enjoyable, but I'm needed in another game."

The sexiness of her body was breathtaking. DaBigBoom felt like he'd just gone thirty rounds with Lennox Lewis, but a glance from her sultry eyes, a glimpse of the creamy white bulges underneath her jacket, the hairless folds of her sex, and his body wanted to do it all over again. She knew it and her eyes glittered with amusement. The orifice at the end of her tail dilated. DaBigBoom thought it was winking at him.

"It's a hentai game," Fifi said, her eyes lighting up with lust. "If I beat the hero I get to do whatever I want to him."

And this wasn't a hentai game? DaBigBoom thought. He looked down at the slimy mess of his crotch. Sure seemed perverted enough.

"Maybe it'll be you," she giggled.

She put a hand to her lips and blew him a kiss that took the form of a sparkly red heart. It floated through the air and burst against his skin with a sound like silvery bells.

A 1 appeared above DaBigBoom's head. He popped and vanished from the game board in a puff of smoke.

* * * *

DaBigBoom opened his eyes. Three faces were looking down at him. Pihanga and Fiore were already familiar to him. The third wasn't as familiar, but DaBigBoom remembered seeing her outside the hospital tent back at the castle. She smiled and looked down at him with wide blue eyes that held a smidgeon too much crazy for DaBigBoom's comfort.

"Good as new," the girl with long black hair and unsettling eyes said.

"We won," Fiore said. "You held off the succubus long enough for us to kick Wally's flabby ass."

"In recognition I hereby promote you to the rank of sergeant," Pihanga said. "Now get out of bed and follow me. We've the next level to complete."

"Ahem," the girl—DaBigBoom assumed doctor or nurse despite her wearing a costume that looked more suited to a shrine maiden from Medieval Japan—said. She held out a hand.

Pihanga tossed her a coin.

The girl looked down at the single coin in her palm and frowned. "Hey. Resurrection and full HP restore. This isn't enough."

Pihanga pointed to DaBigBoom's yellow baseball cap. "K'winny," she said.

The girl looked dubiously at DaBigBoom but didn't push it further. DaBigBoom shrugged apologetically and followed Pihanga and Fiore out of the hospital.