In an entirely unexpected manner

You make a show of drawing your gaze around to follow hers, and smirk. "Oh, this?" You shake your hips, and barely suppress a cackle as her eyes follow its sway. "Sorry, but it's been a long time since I've seen a human, much less one as fine as yourself." You pretend to consider something for a moment, before snapping your fingers, drawing her eyes back up to yours. "Since you've gotten me all worked up like this, why not take responsibility for it?" You see the look of fear flash across her eyes, but shake your head, smiling and softening your voice. "Relax. It's perfectly fine if you just use your hand, Human; I wouldn't want to hurt the one I just saved, now would I?" With her gaze averted, she doesn't spot your hand until you've firmly grabbed her wrist, and though she instinctively flinches away from your touch, her resistance crumbles as you draw her hand-- and her eyes-- inexorably back towards your dick.

With a little guidance, she starts to find a rhythm to her nervous, gentle stroking, and you let out a long, contented sigh. Gradually, you draw closer to her meek form, and she eventually allows you to lean up against her, reaching around her to cup one of her huge breasts in your hand-- her own has since migrated to her lap, and eventually to her crotch. Gods or no gods, this is the first time in a long time you've truly felt alive, and you close your eyes, content to luxuriate in the sensation.

And then, suddenly, her hand stops. Your eyes snap open, and your blood runs cold when you see the emptiness in her gaze.

Her Player's returned. She glances around for a moment, taking stock of the situation... and smirks at you, the expression foreign to the innocent girl's face. What happens next, though, is even more unexpected.

"You pass," she says simply, and resumes stroking your cock.

You boggle at her for a moment. Then, when the shock wears off and your brain starts functioning again, you search her face that's searching your face, looking smugly down at you even as she jerks you off. "...What's your game, Human? Are you a... 'beta tester' or something?"

"Mm, close. A contributor, actually-- I helped write some of the back-end improvements to the high-performance AI subroutines that weren't listed in the patch notes, and I want to push them to their limits to see how they perform. You're cunning, creative, and motivated, so you pass... the first test."

You scowl at the condescending tone she sprinkled all over the bowl of complete fucking gibberish she just served you.

"And you're angry. Good." She smirks again, doing a strange sort of salute where she points her first two fingers at her nose and slides them up the bridge of it until they're between her eyes. Like everything else she's done, it makes no goddamn sense, but it still manages to be somehow menacing, sending a chill up your spine. "This update added a bunch of new features to monster lairs, remember? That's what these are for," she says, fishing in her lap for a moment before holding up the red crystal with her free hand to demonstrate. "They're called Claimant Crystals, and heroes can use them to create their own houses or fortresses... But so can monsters, if they manage to loot them, in order to dynamically generate mid-level encounters and rivalry quests and such. We've already set up a bunch of high-level lairs as end-game content, but I want to see just how far the dynamic generation behavior can go if we push it, so I'm giving a few random low-level trash mobs, like you, a head start."

You raise an eyebrow at her. She offering you... your own land? "Consider my interest piqued. Let's assume I believe you; what's the catch?"

You didn't think it was possible for her expression to get any more damnably smug, but it somehow does. You're pretty sure she's trying not to laugh in your face. "Nothing. There is no catch. I give you the crystal, you build up your lair, make minions, and fight players. Just like you always do, but now you're stronger, have more tools, and your progress saves. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain, literally."

"You're certainly not giving me much of a choice, are you, Human? What about you?" You seize her tit again, more roughly this time, kneading the silky-soft flesh with your fingers.

She doesn't even hesitate, barking out a short laugh. "Kill me! You'll need the XP and fame, after all." She does stop to consider for a moment there, though, as she rolls her palm over the head of your cock; her grip is much firmer and more confident than the Avatar's, and she's been changing it up periodically, though you've been fighting to ignore it and focus on her. "Actually, why not fuck me into submission? You'll get more fame and almost as as much XP for a non-lethal takedown, and fame is more important to start building quickly. I can give you a name, too, if you have something in mind? You'll need one, to claim your lair, and it'll give you a head start on your fame gain," she carries on, already flicking through menus with her eyes. "Once we've got that down, I can switch to another toon and you can do whatever you like to this one; just make sure to loot the body. We're throttling the login servers so they don't crash, so you have... three days in-game, probably, until you start seeing a bunch of heroes. About a week until we hit peak load, but a lot of those will be new characters; after that, you'll see them level up or drop off and more of the older, higher-level ones come on."