Fairies

Seeing that error message across your eyes made you only think about fairies as you watched destruction unfold in front of you. To your relief all still there standing ontop of the rounded table, no higher than a candle stick, calling out for their missing friend. Most of there mobility was threated by fire, just the intense heat alone could scold their tiny lungs or wings.

'I could help them' you thought.

As you hoped to return under the table the fighting intensified to more physical levels, a 109 knight in golden armour collapsed next to you crawling for cover, he was swamped all over in short giggling succubi as they moved savagely to separate him from the large segments of his armour. He must've been travelling alone as he did not call for anyone nor did anybody come to help. A health potion was locked in the palm of his left hand, seeking the correct opportunity to use it when needed, adamant frustration in his voice, unaccepting that he was struggling against unintelligent naive low level foes.

But as before the short winged succubi were deceptively heavy, their juicy asses pressed and flattened him out on the scuffed wooden floor, littered with embers and splinters as though his body had been crushed by balls of iron. You watched as he could only turn his head muffling his defiance through the vertical gaps in his helmet, until.

With small grippy little hands, his helmet was slid gently off with a wriggle before tossed to roll at your ash covered hands, the fear, confusion you could see in his eyes was like nothing you had seen in a player before. You were normally long dead or on your way to find somewhere to die by now, the vivid horrors of everyone's deaths never awoke any morbid interest in you to watch these events play out in full.

Even you felt some of his anguish seeing how well crafted his gold helmet was.

The time taken to aquire or buy such an item must have ment many months of grueling hard earned playtime. Playtime that was being unrightfully challenged, and disregarding all manner of his class, skills and abilities by these fodder equivalent enemies.

"YOU'RE BROKEN!!! ALL OF YOU!!!" He whined breathlessly, sound of the gold armour denting, warping all over him like a crushed soda can. His whole playthrough spent spoilt for choice with a range of optional approaches to combat, so much hand holding leaving him in nothing but a scared tantrum.

"Shhh..." the heavy succubus whistled, stradling over his face. "You're just bad at the game." She smugly remarked with a wink, hint of purple in her pupils peering through her chunky thighs. The warm perfected flesh pushed slow but hard over his mouth and nose, smoothering the knight into a spasum of arousing sensations.

He struggled to remember his fear, his concern for hundreds of hours of item collecting, ability acquisition and sorting. The brutality of a well fought battle ending in a strong satisfaction of secured relief and reward, mindless curiosity left him parting the lips of his capture, gliding along with his tongue sensually locked into the warm flavour of her meat.

The sound of battle around him deafened, only the sounds of sopping wet pussy showering his tongue held his attention. An almost painful moan released itself up into her, letting him see the small flutter of her black wings on her low back as his eyes began to water below her fat bottom.

Lower down they had unveiled the knights aching cock, almost thankful to have escaped from the restrictive metal codpiece, for a moment it was just free, held in suspense. But patient they were not, all were greedy and maniacally descended to scavenge, to taste, to lick, to suck, to DRAIN. He could do nothing except moan hard up into the mounted pussy upon his face,, much to her own personal delight.

Many eager mouths fighting, slurping all over his wet pressed crotch. The knight utterly yeilded, excepting every sensation these greedy temptresses had to inject, letting free the health potion in his left hand. He moaned himself into madness underneath them, their wings fluttering in excitement to more broken prey. You wondered from the shakyness of his muffled voice if he was aware enough to know his levels were being secreted out of him.

A monstrously easy method that had no commendable skill behind it to justify earning the mountain of experience pouring out of him, dismayed even further by mocking giggles and laughs while engorging on his slick member.

Gripping the knights golden helmet you realised this is what progression would like, an enemy dies you can collect its loot. But it was sad finally watching him break, pumping his overdue load just above their heads to a synthanthy of laughter as his level crashed to a miserable 0.

Break, burst, shatter into hundreds of gold coins and items he did. Such a stunning sight as they all hit the floor bouncing around, though no time wasted with the winged succubi, not even stopping to wipe there mouths returning to the burning air, too detached to be collecting trivial currency.

Who was interested though came down shorty afterwards, the sound of their fraile beating wings rapidly collecting up gold coins, nervous to the sound it made upon acquisition. "Hurry! Leave the gear and we'll fly upwards!" Came a small squeaky voice above you, 5 small fairies, barely noticeable amongst all the erupting chaos, absorbing what coins they could.

Quickly you cry out for their help, though you'll have to work alot harder as an NPC's cries fall on deaf ears. You have to find a way to seperate yourself from others with your generic voice box, say something unique that would interest them.

"I know a safe place to hide!" You yell,

Out of the 5 that hear you only one stops to look at you, and even she is not that much bothered. Golden helmet in hand you equip it reciving new stats +50 HEALTH +125 DEFENCE +35 CRIT RESISTANCE and let it shrink to fit your character model comfortably. Even though there was metal over your head you could see through it, clear and transparent, useful you guessed for combat. As strange as you may appear now the fairies surely had to recognise you as a player character, though be quick, they looked upwards to the burning ceiling for escape.

Stumbling towards the table they gathered on you were left dismayed by the sound of ceaseless rumbling, the roof with all its chard weight above your restaurant caved in, sinking inwards from the center, falling like a blanket of wood and fire. Your legs turned to mush upon its raging approach, until the bulk of the inferno was broken up into smaller chunks, the heat and flame blown away by cool air.

Many were simply smashed into oblivion, lost under smoldering debris or trapped at low health, lacking the necessary points in strength to move such rubble. You had barley survived being crushed but you did take a huge hit from heat, resulting in +8/70. The pain that came with having more health was excruciating, never had you been able to take this much damage and still be standing.

Although, you notice you're rather naked now, the fire having made little work of your maids outfit. You stood their perfectly warm thanks to the cooking of other players, your short thick figure still hilariously disproportionate to your gold helmet. Great hips, smooth strong legs from your BALANCE skill as waitress. Your butt slightly sagged due to lack of commitment to your job, though definitely a prize many men would value almost as much as high level gear.

You wrap your arms around your large heavy breasts, none other than for personal comfort amidst the devastation around you. Everything jagged, steaming with adventurers limbs poking out, all manner of their status reduced to beaten victims. The red haired elven mage's head poked out under a thick log, her voluminous crimson locks dirtied and festered with splinters in front of her dirty blackened skin, lightly coughing. Not planning or strategizing, merely hoping to survive the damage overtime effect of the fire.

Knights and warrior classes used all the strength possessed in them to shift and move rubble away from them. You had complete second thoughts about your ambitious journey from watching all the destruction playout, leading to screams of pain attempting to keep the items within their possession.

You sank to your knees amidst the inevitable choas that followed your whole existence, wondering if this was all there was to it. When the sound of slow heavy beating wings blew away the smoke over your restaurant, exposing a bright glimer of light above you, your shiny golden helmet brightened in its presence.

"OH, MY DARLINGS" came a posh concerned voice, big, bold but not shouting, whispering in fact. Her voice filling the ears of all who were left around you. The ease you felt in her presence before you even saw her filled you with comfort, "SUCH CRUELTY HAS LEAD YOU TO RUIN, FURIOUS GREED OF LESSER BEINGS WITH NO OUNCE OF CONTROL."

One more heavy beat from her white feathered wings washed away the last whisps of smoke and orange embers, leaving a nine meter wing span floating wide to a commanding presence over ash. White, hints of gold traced this elegant form to a figure of lightly tanned skin, a true venus form of beauty, with the full hourglass figure proportionately sized. So soft and squeezable she seemed dazzling in the light above, relaxing your muscles and leaving your jaw loose.

Clinking of big thick hooped metal chains, smooth with a silver finish wrapped loosely over around her femmine endowments, teasing the eyes to find her hidden prizes. A series of complicated locks intertwined all the chains together, the largest being golden, embroidered with sliver wings, hung from the three chains covering her crotch. The rest dangled loose from her body, an undefinable number of chains sweeping across the air, like weightless reeds.

Her face blinfolded by velvet white cotton wrapped underneath her slightly curled brunette hair, accentuating a large square jawline, left agape as if she would burst out into song. "THERE IS A WAY MY CHILDREN, A WAY THE INTRANSIGENCE OF YOUR LUST FOR POWER IS SPARED." She whispered so eloquently positive, her mouth kept open to capture the true pronunciation of each word.

Many silver chains drifted lower, twisting, turning like snakes, the metal ringing all around you as they found every adventurer lodged in captivity. What you heard next filled you with bitter betrayal, seduced by her voice, her motives became clear as you heard moans erupting all around you as she made contact with all below her. The vitality that remained in each of them was stripped away, euphoria rang in your ears, exciting your warm body.

In your final moments the pleasure you felt from the warm chain wrapping around you it was like an extension of sex itself, you melted in every sense in its grasp.

GAME OVER

TIP: TEAM BUILDING IS AN EXCELLENT WAY FOR MUTUAL BENEFITS, SAVE TIME, SAVE RESOURCES.