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I watched as Marin's tongue licked along the head of my shaft. It left a wet trail of saliva. Up and around the vixens tongue came. It swirled across my cock's purple head and lapped up some precum.

She swallowed the precum with a moan of pleasure.

Then her tongue immediately went back to work again. Her tongue was a paintbrush. Her saliva was her paint. My cock was now a work of art, glossy and at full attention.

How beautiful Marin was! She had pale skin, sensuous features, and blue eyes as wide as the ocean. And with her taut, nubile body, there was nothing that could shame her when it came to sex.

The purple head of my shaft now dripped with her saliva. Now, she placed her glossy lips there to crown the effort. She moved those lips down slowly. The head of my cock disappeared into her mouth, and she began to suck.

The feeling of pleasure was excruciating. And Marin did not work upon my cock alone. There was Nessa. The two vixens shared my cock. As they did so their breasts mingled. Each of their erect nipples brushed up against the other's as they crowded in trying to get yet more of my cock.

Nessa, for the most part, kissed and licked my cock from the bottom up. As she moved toward the top, she encountered Marin, who had the whole head in her mouth. Nessa licked both my cock, and Marin's lips, all around.

Then with her nose, Nessa nudge Marin's lips up, higher and higher. Until Marin's lips came off my cock entirely. Then Nessa's lips were on Marin's. With intentional sloppiness, they French kissed, saliva dripping from their mouths.

But, quickly, those two mouths came back down. The sloppy French kiss never ended, it just now happened with my cock in the middle. Whether it was a friendly competition or a team effort, I didn't care. I felt out of my mind with excitement.

Surely my lust points must have been soaring, and that was just the idea. I needed as many lust points as I could muster for what I had planned.

The truth was, except for my cock, I was fully armored. Hard coarse leather covered most of my body. My pole-axe lay on the ground next to me, ready to go. And I had two sheathed swords tucked in my belt.

Of course, it was my third sword that I kept entirely free. That was the one that two glossy tongues now decorated with their saliva. Oh, God, that feeling, that luxuriant feeling.

I'd have been stunned just watching all this on an old CRT tube monitor. But I was actually in the game. I was in Vaults & Vixens in a way that went way beyond virtual reality.

Everything was more real than real. I could smell my two vixens. I could smell their wet pussies, their lust, their desire. And the sensation of their tongues traveling across my cock, it devastated me.

Oh, Jesus, I thought, what had I been thinking? What kind of plan was this? This wasn't a plan. This was a catastrophe. Because there was not a chance in hell I was going to stop now until I reached an orgasm.

Fuck, that smell, that scent they cast off. It incensed me. Oh, shit, I wanted to fuck Nessa in her ass, and I wanted Marin's pussy so bad. I felt I was drowning, sinking all the way down into a wonderful death.

This was my plan? Why did I think I could do it again? I needed to start a new club, idiots-are-us.

The idea had been simple.

I'd hacked into the system and found the location of the golden key. I knew just where it was, what room it must be in. But scouting that portion of the vaults, I'd discovered they key must be in a gnoll lair. Probably a large one. There would be no way of getting to the golden key without first dealing with all the gnolls.

I could try to lure the gnolls away, and take them out, one by one, over a long period of time. Or I could try to sneak into their well-guarded lair. But none of that would work.

I'd seen my stats. I was a fighter. I had nothing but brute strength and constitution to rely on. Those were my primary traits.

That meant one thing. If I was going to get the golden key, I'd have to carry out a sudden, single-handed, full frontal assault. I'd have to come at them fast and hard before they even knew what was happening.

My stats weren't that bad. But considering that death was now real, not bad wasn't good enough. I needed my lust points soaring. I wanted the massive bonuses they would give me.

So I suited up. And then, I found a small quiet passage as close to the gnoll lair as I dared. Then, I asked my two harem members to give me the best blow job they'd ever done. This would get my lust points soaring. Then I'd break off before they'd finished, with all the extra bonuses lust points could bestow on one.

In the abstract, it had sounded like a great plan. But with the reality now here, I knew it had been exceedingly stupid. Because there was no way I was going to end this. This blowjob was fucking epic. And I was going to carry it through to completion.

Yes, it would end in an orgasm. And yes, that would drain me of all my lust points. Which in turn would leave me as weak as shit. And then being in a hostile area, some wimpy creature would come along and slay me. Yup, I'd die.

But for a blow job like this? What man wouldn't? Those tongues traveling up and down my cock. Those beautiful, sinuous, glistening tongues. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!

And these vixens would do anything I asked them. I could stick my nose in Nessa's crack while licking her anus and let Marin mount my cock cowgirl style, while the two girls continued kissing. Why not?

Or I could have Marin pull her legs back so far her ass came up while I rammed my rod deep into her pussy. Nessa could then sit on her face getting her cunt licked while leaning into me with delicious kisses.

Strike that. I'd do it the other way around. Nessa had the better ass, and Marin was better at kisses. Oh, God, the options.

How I loved the pretty ass of a woman. I could fuck one ass while stuffing my nose in another and licking the anus all the way around. But whose ass would I fuck? And whose would I lick? Decisions, decisions.

They were both so utterly beautiful, so sexual, and that smell, that hot, lusty smell, like girlish musk. It drove me wild. I was burning in fever and flames now.

I have been drunk on occasion. I've been shit-faced plastered with the whole world swirling all around me, while I'm convinced I'm the happiest man in the world.

Well, I had more control and sense then, than I did now. Because all I wanted to do now, was to fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck again. Despite how idiotic it would be.

What kind of plan had this been?

I looked down. Yet, again that French kiss with my cock in between. How I love the two members of my harem. Oh, there was nothing better than them. Never had been.

"Oh, baby, yes, yes," I began to moan.

"Oh, master," said Nessa kissing Marin and licking my cock at the same time. "I want you to fuck me again. Right up against the wall. Just like before. You're so good to me, master. Just tell me what you need, I'll do it."

"Oh, yeah," I mumbled. "Right. Just don't stop for now."

Nessa and Marin both knew my plan. At least I'd tried to explain it to them. But at this point, they could have cared less. They, too, wanted to have sex and fuck.

Vixens always lose their self-control first. They aren't programmed with much self-discipline for a reason. That's how the game Vaults & Vixens worked.

Vixens were very well-intentioned, all of them. They genuinely wanted to do what was best for their master. But they also loved sex. They could never resist any opportunity to engage in it with their master.

In that way, they were totally unreliable. If you were counting on them to just heat you up a bit, then back off, it wasn't going to happen. So using them to increase your lust points could be exceedingly dangerous. Especially if your character had low self-discipline.

It was like this. Vixens always wanted sex with their master. Sometimes only a harsh rebuke could push them away. And that was never a good idea because it could destroy morale in your harem. But at times it was all one could do.

I'd known all this already. I'd even known that my character's worst trait was his self-discipline. And I still remembered that the last time this had happened I'd almost gotten myself killed.

But somehow I'd gotten it into my head that if I could break away from the delicious sexual allures of a vixen once before, then I could do it again. And this time I wasn't even fucking. I was just getting a blowjob. How hard could it be? Now, I knew—fucking hard.

I was done for, truly. I gently began to hit the back of my head against the stone wall behind me.

"Wake up, wake up," I muttered.

Vaguely I remembered an image. It was an image I'd intended to focus on. It was only by focusing on that image the time before that I'd managed to disengage from the sex with my lust points still sky high. Oh, the feeling had been exhilarating. It had been like rolling three natural twenties in a row.

Now, I just had to do it again. But maybe I didn't want to...not when this blowjob felt so utterly good. So sensational.

And what was the picture anyway? What was it?

I so wanted to look at my two vixens licking my cock. I so wanted to melt into their bodies and drip away in sweet orgasmic pleasure.

But I could almost see it now. Yes. Yes. It was her. For just a few moments my mind drifted back, and a torrential flood of memories seized me.

The mission. I had a mission. I had to save Cora. Beautiful, sweet Cora. Her mind had been locked away in the game, deep, on one of the lowest layers of the vaults, a secret level.

It's why I'd gone under, into the game itself—to save Cora. No one meant more to me than she did. And she was stuck in the game in a way I couldn't understand.

I'd found her once. But only from the outside looking in.

I'd been playing Vaults & Vixens surrounded by massive high-density screens. Oh, Jesus, the setup I'd had! Force feedback gloves. A souped-up computer like you wouldn't believe. And an Internet connection that went insanely high into the gigabytes.

After nearly non-stop playing for weeks on end, I'd found her—or at least what I took to be her player character. The whole situation had been fucked and strange. I'd gone down to a deep level of the vault where the rules seemed to bend. The members of the harem I'd accumulated were freaking out.

And then Cora came at me like an adversary. Her character had transformed into a demon. I'd tried to talk with her. I didn't give a flying fuck about the game, I just wanted to talk with her. I wanted to know where she was outside of the goddam game, in the real world.

But before I'd even been able to reveal my identity, she'd engaged me in combat. The only hope I had of communication then was to stay alive, to try and defeat her. But it was hopeless, her reaction times vastly outmatched mine.

Then with my harem scattering to the wind and my character lying on the vault floor dying, Cora's demonic character bent down and whispered into my ear.

Somehow, I'd heard Cora's real voice enter into my headphones. I froze in my chair, the skin on my back lifting in chill bumps.

She'd said, "I'm stuck in the game. Get me out. You've got to go under. Start with the golden key."

Everything flooded back to me at once. I knew exactly why I was here, and what I had to do.

"Cora," I said.

"Cora?" Said Nessa, pausing just for a second in her licking. "Whose Cora?"

Marin shrugged and continued licking my cock.

"I've got to save Cora," I said firmly.

I looked down at the two vixens as the continued lasciviously licking my cock. Oh, yes, let them take long, delicious strokes. I needed the lust points, all the lust points I could muster.

Because I had gnolls to kill and there wasn't going to be a single one standing when I was done with them.

"Yes," I said. "Do it. Long, long licks."

Both the vixens giggled. Marin, whose lips were the sweetest, once again dropped her whole mouth over my cock. Down, down she went, until my cock was deep, deep in her throat.

Nessa clapped and sloppily kissed Marin on the cheek. Her big breasts falling over the other vixen's shoulders.

Marin's lips went down so far they went all the way to the base of my cock. She nearly kissed my crotch with my cock in her mouth. That's how deep she went.

"Yes," I said.

My eyes must have been flames. I was waiting. Waiting until I knew that I was on the verge of orgasm. I was letting all the juices flow in me until I was just about there.

"Slide up, you sleazy bitch," I said.

Marin did just what I wanted. Her tongue slid along the entire underside of my shaft, tantalizing me in ways I'd never dreamed I could be tantalized.

Then down she went again.

Nessa had stood up. She leaned into me. Her lips nibbled at the side of my mouth. Then she pushed her thick lips onto mine.

Wait for it, I thought. Wait for it.

Marin's sweet lips continued up and down my cock. I could feel the tension rising and rising. I was almost at the point of no return. It was so good. So very good.

Nessa's tongue darted into my mouth with long, luxuriant licks across my own tongue. Marin again deep throated my cock, then up she came, her tongue across the entire underside.

I was there. Within seconds I'd be at the point of no return. I had to break free now. But it felt so good. So very, very, good.

Internally I screamed.

I suddenly stepped aside, my cock dropping out of Marin's mouth.

"Twenty," I growled.

I'd resisted, just as I'd planned to. And my lust points were now soaring. Oh, the bonuses I'd get!

But, Jesus, Marin looked so sad. Her eyes! And all I had to do was to shove my cock right back in her mouth. It'd be so easy.

"Twenty," I growled again.

I turned away from both my vixens. I checked the two swords tucked in my belt. I reached down and picked up my pole-axe.

Fight or fuck? What was it going to be?

"Twenty," I growled for the last time.

Then I hollered and charged down the corridor.

We'd been hiding in a small side passage not far from the entrance to the gnoll lair. I now charged out into the main passage and sprinted at the two gnolls that always stood guard there.

They heard me coming. Everything happened so fast. I caught them by surprise. They wasted precious time just staring in shock. I was a lunatic with a hard cock running at them at full speed. If they'd kept their cool who knows how many bolts they could have shot through me.

But they didn't recover from their surprise enough until I was almost on them. Still, they got off two shaky shots with their crossbows. One bolt whizzed far off to my right. Another nearly caught me in the neck, but it, too, missed. It made a sinister whizzing noise as it hummed by me.

At that point, my pole-axe smashed into the first one's head. The blade burst into his skull. Then the momentum of the axe blade continued to carry his head all the way to the stone wall, where it smashed and broke. Brains and blood splattered everywhere.

The other gnoll frantically tried to reload his crossbow. An interesting gamble, but one that didn't pay off. I whirled on him and swung. My axe took him in the side just as he started to raise the crossbow.

The blade cut deep into his side. He dropped his crossbow. His hand feebly reached for the handle of my pole-axe. He loosely wrapped his fingers around it, looked at it, then died. His blood poured out over the weapon.

I felt the air shifting around me. I realized an axe blade was coming down on me. A new adversary had joined the fray. I swayed to the right and barely missed the blow of a battle-axe.

I glanced in the direction of the blow and saw a massive gnarly gnoll. He clearly knew two things. His axe was bigger than mine. And mine being on a pole required more range than his.

He closed the distance immediately giving me no room to maneuver. He began to swing again. With no time to pull one of my swords, both of which were short, I jumped at the gnoll. My pole-axe clanging to the floor as I let go of it.

Before the gnoll's battle-axe had even come down, I bear hugged him. Instantly he tried to use his nuzzle to bite me as he snarled and barked and foamed at the mouth.

I suddenly jerked my own head forward. I grabbed one of his pointy ears in my mouth and bit into it hard enough to bite off a substantial piece. He howled fiercely and shoved me into a wall. I fell from him. Missing his opening for an attack, he reached for his bleeding ear, stepping backward.

I was up in an instant pulling out one of my short swords. I viciously stabbed the gnoll in the stomach. He let go of his ear, looked down at my blade, and then died. Blood dribbled out of his stomach.

But before I even had time to celebrate, two new gnolls had emerged from the lair, and they were on me. One had a spiked club, the other a battle-axe.

The one with the spiked club came in first, I swerved the upper half of my body out of the way while using my foot to trip him. It worked. He fell flat onto the floor.

When the other raised his axe to swing, I jumped back over his fallen comrade's body. When the axe came down and missed me, it slammed into his own comrade nearly cutting him into two halves. Guts and blood spilled everywhere.

I'd grabbed up my pole-axe now. I swung it downward and crowned the remaining gnoll as he looked in horror at what he'd done to his companion. His head split and crushed like a pumpkin as it fell into the blood and guts of his fallen ally.

I looked at the entrance to the gnoll lair. There were no doors or even a curtain. I waited a few tense moments for more gnolls to dash out. None came.

I cursed under my breath. They must have been trying to set up an ambush for me, now on the alert. The less time they had the better.

I got my weapons ready. I snatched up the crossbow the gnoll had died to load. Then, I charged into the entrance. It was a long dark corridor, and instinctively I zigzagged as I charged up it.

Bolts whizzed past me. As I ran I caught the gleam of something up ahead. I pointed my crossbow in that direction and shot it as I ran. The odds of me hitting something must have been twenty to one. But with my massive lust point bonuses, I thought maybe I'd get lucky.

Indeed, a horrific shriek ran out. I'd hit a gnoll. Seconds later, I was on them. The passage ended in a T where a group of gnolls waited for me. Crossbows were thrown down as they all charged for me.

I didn't have time to count them. I charged with my pole-axe and swung into them, taking out two immediately. I then dropped the axe and pulled out my two short swords.

Everything then was just a blur of parries and strikes, dodges and kills. Bodies fell and began to stack, and blood and brains and gore filled the passageway.

I remember some of the stranger things that happen. I cut one gnoll across his eyes, and then blindly he continued to attack, his axe falling into a friend.

I remember cutting off the nose of another gnoll such that blood spurted right into my eyes, and for a moment, I was blinded by it. But I'd just kept parrying, striking, turning, and killing. If I could fight even while blinded, my bonuses must have been off the charts.

The floor grew slick with blood and gore until it was like a layer of mud beneath my feet. It was grotesque in the extreme. But in the heat of it all, I never stopped to think about it. Only much later did I remember how bad it had been.

Even after my last adversary had fallen, I was still swinging my blades. It actually took me a moment to realize that there weren't any live gnolls left to fight.

At this time, I could hear Nessa and Marin approaching down the corridor. It was their low voiced chatter that I heard. Vixens were always safe as long as they avoided the thick of combat, where they could be accidentally hit. Beyond that, no one ever attacked a vixen.

At this point, I was incensed. The battle fury had only fueled my lust even more. If either Marin or Nessa neared me, I'd have started fucking one or the other or both immediately.

I growled under my breath, let out a war cry, and headed down the passage to my left. I knew the layout of the troll lair. This is because I'd found an interaction console and hacked into the game.

I remembered now the strange poem I'd come across. It had appeared when I'd typed my first command into the console.

You think it's just a dream

But wait until your cream.

She's mine now, fairly earned,

You're here only to get burned.

What did the poem mean? Why had I seen it? Was it a message? A riddle?

As I ran along the passage two gnolls came out at me. My battle fury was now in hight throttle. They fell to the floor dead in almost as much time as it took me to pass them.

The passage circled around and ended in a V, where I could go right or left. Down one side, it led right back to the place of my bloody battle. Marin and Nessa now stood there looking at what I'd done.

"Hack, hack, hack," Said Nessa. "You must admit, he is a master hacker."

God, I wanted to fuck her!

But I ignored them and went left, down the passage that surely led to the chamber of the gnoll boss. I slowed my pace, watching out for any possible ambushes.

I came across two empty rooms. I looked inside each long enough to make sure no gnolls were left. I could search the room more after I'd made sure the layer was clear, and after I'd finally given Nessa and Marin a proper fuck.

At last, I came to the end of the passage. It ended simply in the entrance to another chamber. I knew inside this chamber I'd find the golden key. This had to be the boss's chamber.

Was the boss even still in the room? Or had I killed him in the big battle at the entrance and not even realized it?

With both my short swords drawn and ready for action, I warily stepped into the room. I took in the scene immediately. Basically, it was a petty little throne room for a gnoll boss with delusions of grandeur.

There was a makeshift throne in the center, mostly made of wood. A big gnoll boss sat on it looking cocky. Did he realize I'd just killed all of his men?

On either side of the gnoll boss were two oversized hyenas. They were at least four times their normal size and thus massive. They were hairless and black with fiery eyes. Muscles rippled underneath their hairless skin.

And there were vixens. Six of them. Three on either side of the hyenas, all of them standing oddly at attention. As if the gnoll boss like to keep them on display.

All of the gnoll boss's vixens were voluptuous and beautiful. But the one nearest him, on his right, is the one that caught my attention. Her beauty was a level up from the usual vixen. She had a classical beauty to her and a faint golden glow.

"Who are you?" Said the boss gnoll jabbing a finger in the air at me.

Was he for real? Didn't he realize what I'd just done?

"I'm the man that just killed every one of your gnolls," I said.

He got up from his throne. He was an exceptionally tall gnoll. He had muscles to match his height. He was by far the biggest gnoll I'd ever seen in the game. He wore a thick suit of chain mail. He also kept a long, wide sword at his side.

"Do you think I care for those peasants? They were merely riffraff that I can easily replace. Do you know who I am?" He said.

"Dead meat," I said, and I charged.

The giant hyenas jumped at me first. I took the first one in the chest while it was still in the air. Even before I could pull my blade free the other hyena rammed into my side, knocking me down.

Immediately, I was struggling to keep its foaming mouth away from my neck. I shoved my leather clad arm in its mouth. It was not going to hold up under its sharp teeth. But I managed to bury my other sword deep into its chest and shove it aside.

I looked up only to see the boss gnoll's massive blade coming down on me. I leaned to one side, his strike barely missing me. Then crab like I scurried backward on my elbows and feet. The boss gnoll's blade came down again, crashing between my legs, just barely missing my pecker.

This time before he could strike again, I managed to jump up. The gnoll boss laughed. I didn't have a weapon at all now. He had a mother-fucking big sword.

His eyes mocked me. He couldn't help but gloat. He was fucking enjoying this now. He raised the blow for the final kill.

I feigned horror. I simply stood there, pretending to be petrified. But as soon as he began to swing, I ducked. Then, I dived in low, right at his legs. The blade swung above me, getting nothing but open air.

I crashed into his shins, and he fell forward onto my back. I rolled, scrambled up, and got onto his back before he could recover. With both my legs straddling him, I began to punch him on either side of the head.

He turned out to be surprisingly strong. He rolled and attempted to elbow me. This was enough to get me off his back. I tried to grab his sword, which he'd dropped, but he got it before I did.

He pointed it at me, but he was still not on his feet. I backed away from him as he got up. The back of my feet bumped into a dead hyena. I quickly turned and grabbed the sword which I'd left in its chest.

By the time I'd pulled it out, the boss gnoll's massive sword had already begun to swing. It came down toward me in a chopping fashion. I slipped to the side as it crashed into the floor, leaving the gnoll boss open to an attack. I didn't hesitate to take this opening.

I stepped into him, as close as I could get. And I stabbed upward. My blade went high and into his neck. His armor was weak there, and the blade went right through. I pulled it out. I watched as the gnoll boss's hands went to his neck hopelessly trying to stem the tide of blood that now spurted out.

"Now, tell me who you are," I mocked him.

His voice came out like scratching sandpaper, "I am Gragg, the mighty...mighty..."

He fell forward on his face, dead, his blood quickly pooling around him.

I stepped away. I'd done it. I'd cleared the gnolls' lair. And fuck, I'd done it single handedly. After a feat like that Vaults & Vixen rarely threw a player for a loop. Instead, it rewarded him with experience, treasure, and sex.

Sex. Oh, Jesus that blow job I'd been getting before this all began. Nessa's sweet, succulent ass. Marin's warm, inviting pussy. Both their lips had been glossy and luscious on my cock.

With more than a glint of lust in my eyes, I looked over at the six vixens in the room. Often vixens will run and scurry to the wind after their master has been defeated. Perhaps one or two will stay and take a chance on the victor.

But this time they all stayed. They all looked at me. And what did they see? I must have looked like death, itself. Sweat and dirt. Blood and gore. It all coated me from head to foot.

And what about the golden key? That fucking key. I couldn't get things straight in my head, anymore. Isn't that key what I came here for? But dammit, I didn't care. I needed to fuck.

I stepped toward the vixens. They stood looking at me. They were all vivacious. I wanted to fuck them all. I went to the first. Her hair was red and wavy. She wore only a net, over her ample smooth, white breasts.

She ogled me, her chin turned slightly up. Oh, how I looked at those breasts of hers. Breasts like that you could fuck. I imagined what it would be like to have my cock moving up and down between them.

"Do you want me?" She said in a deep voice.

Her eyes would not quite meet mine. They only glanced now and then at me, hesitant, almost afraid.

I said nothing to her.

I moved to the next vixen.

This one wore barely anything. She had breasts made for grabbing. A slender waist, and a wiry frame. She looked flexible. She looked like I could twist her into almost any love-making shape I wanted and then fuck her brains out. A live sex doll.

"Do you want me?" She breathed.

I smiled. I practically leered in my insane lust. But with this vixen, too, there was something nervous about her. Something uncertain about the way she shifted her body.

There was nothing to stop me from taking any and all of the vixens that offered themselves to me. And as soon as I'd taken them, they would willingly fuck me, in any way I chose.

But I ignored this one, too, and I went to the third. She was the one that I'd noticed as soon as I'd entered the chamber.

Oh, now, she was special. She glowed. She was regal. She could have been a queen.

Her breasts hung like two golden globes lighting the night sky with areola's as wide as the halo's of an angel. Given the size of her mounds they should have drooped, but they didn't. She thrust out her chest proudly. And this gave those two mounds of hers a majestic succulent look. I felt desperate to get my hands on them.

And she was tall. She had long legs that ended in a perfectly rounded, rotund ass. And she'd not covered up the puff of golden hair, there above her heavenly box. In all my life, I'd never seen a body I'd desired more.

And as if her body was not enough, to see her face. She had high cheekbones. Her eyes stared right into me and through me, unafraid. She had golden curly hair that fell to her shoulders in easy and casual waves. I wanted to let my hand fall through that hair, to feel it between my fingers.

"Who are you?" I said.

"I'm a glitch. I'm a kink in the machine," she said in a deep, husky voice.

"That sounds fucked," I said.

I didn't care who she was. I had to have her. Oh, Jesus, if I didn't have her, I was going to die. But something in the back of my head fired off. Shit, with her golden glow, and sweet golden hair, I realized at once what she must be.

I looked in the direction of the other vixens.

"Get out!" I yelled.

They scurried like the wind, then, and almost instantly they were gone. Then I turned back toward the kink in the machine.

"You're the golden key, aren't you?" I said.

She smiled seductively. Oh, shit, that siren smile.

"Do you want me?" She said.

"Yes," I answered.

"Oh, Master, thank you!" She said. "How would you like me? Shall we fuck right away?"

"Yes," I said.

Then I began to strip down until I stood before her entirely naked. My cock stood at full attention as it had never stood before. And my cock was huge, giant, mammoth. Such was Vaults & Vixens.

The golden key approached me. She raised a single hand. I just watched as it hovered over my chest. Then it landed. Her touch was electric.

I swear to God, I trembled under the lush feeling of her hand. She moved it across my chest, and as she did so, all the sweat, the blood, the gore, it magically vanished. It was replaced by a piquant vibrancy.

If her hand could feel that good on my chest, then how good would it feel on my cock? And what of her pussy? Was it magic?

How I maintained my control, I didn't even know. How I didn't just throw her to the floor and fuck her silly, I didn't know. At that point, I wanted her more than I wanted air.

"Master," she said, leaning in close and whispering in my ear.

"Yes," I said, as she licked my earlobe.

"I need protection," she said.

"Of course," I said, as now both her hands moved across my sides, invigorating me as they traveled.

"Demons," she said. "They don't like glitches."

"Oh, but I do," I whispered. "And I don't like demons."

At that, she maneuvered so her eyes were right in front of mine. She was so close I could barely focus on her. But I could feel the heat coming off her face. Her lips were nearly on my lips.

"Will you fight the demons for me, master?" She said.

"Yes, as soon as we've fucked," I said.

My hands went around her, and I pressed her to me, my lips at last falling on her. It was like a bomb going off, the energy that swirled around me. My brain felt as if it were going to burst.

I could feel her two massive silken cushions of flesh pushing into me. My cock was against her stomach, and if just that could feel so good, how much better would her pussy feel.

But for now those lips, oh, fuck, those lips! My lips melted into their glossy softness. It was the kiss of all kisses. And on and on it went. My tongue slipping into her mouth, then her tongue slipping into my mouth. A wet, sloppy, sleazy kiss that would have been wonderful to drown in.

What capped the entire experience was the desperate way she wanted me. In or out of the game, I'd never encountered a woman so desperate to touch me, to kiss me, to have me. This fueled my own lust in a manner I couldn't have imagined possible.

I came to the conclusion that this was utterly impossible. That she was utterly impossible. That maybe she truly was a glitch. That somewhere in my brain, she was producing a catalytic sequence that would lead to catastrophic failure—that is death, my death.

I didn't care. I wanted her, whatever the price was that needed to be paid.

Her hands had roamed across almost all my body. Leaving me clean, fresh, vibrant, full of a lust that stretched in a surreal desire. But she hadn't yet touched my cock. And now she did.

Gently she slid her palms over the top of my thick shaft. Fire, she was a lick of fire that stroked my own flames. The feel of her silken palm as it pet my cock from above drove me to yet new heights.

How I didn't immediately explode into orgasm at such a touch as hers, I don't know. But I didn't. Instead, she lifted me to a level of static pleasure, I hadn't known possible. I'd never felt this high an elevation of my lust, my pleasure. It was an impossibly superb sensation.

Her lips moved across my neck. They slipped upwards. She nibbled on my earlobes.

Then all at once, she said, "I don't want to die."

"Nobody wants to die," I said.

"Little bits of code, zeroes and ones, that's not me. It's not the life for me. I need more," she said.

At last, her fingers slipped to the underside of my cock. And she gave a stroke so long, so perfect, that it was dreamlike.

"I suppose some deaths are sweet," I whispered.

"Yes," she said, breathily in my ear.

Her hand continued to stroke my cock. I pulled her in closer to me. My cock pressed up against her pussy. It was wet and silky and waiting. Oh, God, I wanted to enter her.

Her free hand came behind me. She lay it on my ass. She slowly began to stroke me there. Her lips now nibbled on the edges of my mouth. She tempted me there, with yet more of her luxurious kisses.

All at once her tongue plunged back into my mouth. So deep inside me. I sucked on her tongue. I drank from it. And she tasted good. Then my own tongue slipped into her mouth, and she did the same.

God, the way she wanted me. Like she was desperate for me. And yet she played me like an expert musician plays a fine violin. She knew just how to lay her touch on the fingerboard, and how to stroke her bow across my strings.

Then, her hands slipped away from my cock and ass. They slipped into my own hands. Then she was getting down on her knees. Oh, Jesus, her mouth was all at once working its way up one of my thighs.

Her lips traveled to my crotch, where she licked right across my scrotum. Oh, the sensation her tongue gave me. I felt as if I were coming then, only I wasn't. It was like entering into orgasm, only in very slow motion.

Her tongue came up, licking across my balls, and all the way up the underside of my cock. And then her mouth went over the head of my shaft. She slipped her mouth all the way down.

I could barely stand it. And when she sucked, I was sure my soul was seeping out of my cock and into her mouth. She was drinking my soul. It had to be. And I didn't care a bit.

When she backed up, and her mouth came off my cock, her lips dripped with saliva. I wanted my mouth back on her mouth. I wanted my cock deep in her pussy.

She understood. Her hands still held mine. She pulled me into her as she began to go back. She had strength and flexibility. As her body began to touch the floor, it transformed wherever her body touched it.

It went from cold gray stone to soft pink carpet. This carpet spread under my feet. It had the feeling of soft, female flesh. What strange magic this vixen had!

She now pulled me back so that I came down gently atop her, while she herself lay on the strange fleshy carpet.

My lips were on her again. She smiled as I kissed her. She made me feel as if I were her destiny, at last to be consummated. She could not have been any happier than to have been kissed by me.

My cock was again against that delicious pussy of hers, sandwiched in her pussy lips. I moved my cock against her pussy, dry fucking her. Yet already some of her pussy juices were leaking out.

She gasped in my ear, "I've never done it before."

"Done what?" I said.

"This," she said.

"Huh?" I said.

"Look," she said.

"Look? Where?" I said.

"At my pussy, silly," she said.

"Okay," I whispered. "I'll work my way down."

And I did. But I stopped first at her breasts. Oh, God, those magnificent mounds of hers. I had to touch every bit of them. I had to lick around those wide areoles to taste them fully. I could have just spent my whole life exploring her beautiful, bountiful breasts.

But I slipped down farther. I traced my fingers and tongue across her stomach and then found her pussy. I looked. I felt stunned.

"You're a virgin," I said.

"Yes," she said.

"That's impossible," I said.

Vixens were never virgins. Each and every one of them was an experienced fucker from creation on. At least everyone assumed so because no one had ever come across a virgin in the game.

And yet here I was, about to fuck one!

"The gnoll boss, didn't he want to fuck you?" I asked.

"I refused him," she said.

"But weren't you his vixen?" I asked.

"No," she said. "I told you, I'm the golden key."

"Okay," I said. "Okay. We can talk more about this later. Right now I need to fuck you, bad."

"Yes," she said in a long drawn out sigh.

I looked at her perfect pink pussy. Oh, God, it was going to be so tight around my cock. What was it like to fuck a virgin vixen?

One thing was for sure, she was wet and waiting and desperate for it. I lifted her legs up and spread them. I was just about to place my hand on my cock and guide it in.

"Stop," she said.

I stopped.

She reached out for my cock. She took it again in her electric hands. Oh, the way those hands made my cock feel.

"I have to do it," she said.

"Okay," I said.

She took my cock in her hand. She stroked it, petted it, smiled up at me.

"I'm glad your my first," she said.

"Me, too," I said.

"I know you'll never hurt me," she said, her hand roaming up and down my cock.

"Right," I gasped.

"And you'll fight the demons when they come," she said.

"Of course," I said.

Oh, that smile of hers. Jesus, like I'd become her world, her moon, her universe. She loved me. Fuck, she actually had fallen in love with me!

Then she gently pulled my cock right to her cherry. I thrust it in! Oh, the pleasure that awaited for me inside that special honey box of hers. My mind exploded.

Again, it was as if I'd started orgasming almost from the very beginning of the experience. Only it was all happening in slow motion. The first spasmodic shudder to the beginning of ejaculation had become a single drawn out moment that went on and on.

If anything ever felt like love, it was that pussy of hers as I slipped inside it. Her pussy pulsated, vibrated, and sealed around my cock. It was as if her pussy and my cock were a single unity, only now coming to life for the first time. She fit me so perfectly!

And then as I began to pull out, oh, that sliding wet friction had never felt as good as this before. I wanted to savor it. To feel every infinitesimal moment of it. I moved so slowly. Then just as my cock began to come out of that deep delicious hole, I slipped it right back in.

Again, her pussy swallowed my cock back up in its impossibly pleasurable tightness. Wet and snug and sweet, down my cock went. Oh, I wanted to take it so slow. I wanted it to go on like this forever and ever and ever.

"Oh, master," she sighed. "Master, master, master. It's so good. It's better than I ever imagined it could be."

I actually trembled at the sensations going on through me. This was religion, and I'd found my faith. And it was in her pussy. I was going to worship that pussy from now on. All I was going to want from this moment going forward was her pussy.

I went slowly at first, but then my pace began to build. And to build. And to build. And before I even realized it, I was fucking her harder than I'd ever fucked anyone before. I was crashing deep, deep into the depths of her.

Oh, and all the time, the pleasure only increased. Oh, God, I had to come so bad. I wanted to come so bad. If I didn't come soon, I would surely die.

I began to pound her. I slammed into her with such force and momentum, I had to hold her at the hips to keep her from sliding away!

And she loved it!

"Yes, master," she screamed. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Then I became a monster myself. I growled and grunted. I hollered and pounded into her harder yet. Harder than I'd ever thought I'd been capable of. I slammed into her!

Her legs came apart, loose, her whole magnificent body flopping with my wild pace. Oh, her breasts jiggled with such deliciousness!

Then she started to whine, "I wanna come, I wanna come. Please, master. Harder, master, harder! I wanna come!"

Oh, crap, how riveted I became then. This was her first time. I couldn't let her down!

I hollered a fierce howl, and then I pounded into her with all the force of a war hammer swung by a titan. Bam! Bam! Bam!

And then she screamed bloody Mary, and this was only because she liked it so much!

And then she screamed this, "it's happening. It's happening. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming. My first time! My first time! I'm coming!"

And I could feel it happening to her as if it were happening to me. I could feel her orgasm as if it were my own!

Only, then, I was orgasming, too. I could feel her orgasm. I could feel my own orgasm. It's like for a moment we were one, both of us exploding in a multicolored, phantasmic explosion of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Oh, God, the amount of cum I shot into her. Massive wad after wad after wad I shot deep into her cunt. And on and on it went without end.

I just kept coming. And she just kept screaming and coming.

And then, finally, it was over.

Oh, then the heaviness that crept over me. For all I knew my lust points had gone into negative territory.

I fell on top of the vixen as if I were a sack of jelly. Even then she still felt good to me.

"Oh, master, it was so good," she said.

"It looked good," said a voice.

I could barely move. But I turned my head, and I saw Nessa ducking down low and staring at us.

"Master Hacker, who is this?" Said Marin, ducking in next to Nessa.

"It's...um...Goldie," I said. "She's the newest member of the harem."

"Oh," said Nessa. "You're very pretty Goldie."

Goldie smiled, tiredly. We were both utterly exhausted.

"Goldie, this is Marin and Nessa," I said.

I moved a little, and I realized my cock was still inside Goldie's pussy.

"Oh," she moaned. "It's nice to you meet you both."

Marin and Nessa looked at each other and giggled.

"You're so naughty, master," said Nessa. "We could have had a foursome!"

I rolled off of Goldie, onto the weirdly fleshy floor that had transformed under her. Goldie turned and leaned into me. Marin went to one side and Nessa the other. They crowded into us. They showered us both with soft kisses.

I decided I needed to get up. To search the room. To prepare for what came next. But I fell back down immediately. I'd never felt so utterly drained in all my life.

With Marin and Nessa both softly kissing me, and Goldie in my arms, I fell into a deep, deep sleep.

I awoke with a start. I shot up into a sitting position. I was breathing heavily. The floor had changed back to stone. The room had darkened. A cool draft swept through it.

My vixens? Fuck. Where were my vixens?

I turned and saw them right next to me, all entangled, sleeping together as if they had not a care in the world.

But something felt wrong. The whole room now felt off kilter, off balance. It was like being in one of those funhouse rooms where everything looks level but isn't level at all. I almost felt like if the room shifted anymore, I'd start rolling down the floor.

Then I could hear it. A cold whining sound. It was like a gargantuan wolf howl, only more sinister. It was a deep guttural howl that reached its peak and then stretched out.

"Fuck," I said, my tension growing. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

I stood up. But it was hard. The whole room felt as if it were gyrating now. As if it were on a swing and moving back and forth. And I was still weak from having fucked Goldie. My lust points were surely still quite low.

I managed to hold myself steady. I leaned down. I lay my hands on Marin as she was closest. I shook her.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Each of the vixens opened their eyes. They quickly came awake. They could now hear it, too, that howling.

"Demons," said Goldie. "Master, you have to fight them."

"Screw that," I said. "Come on, we've got to get out of here!"