A wet nightmare

John spun around, ready to see the hundreds of willing holes, waiting for him to fill them with whatever he pleased to use. Right in front of him was a face, a female face. He had never seen her before, he would have remembered. Especially the fact that she had one red and one purple eye. That kinda struck him odd.

"Who are you?" He asked with a stern voice. After all, this was his place.

"I don't know. Why don't you give me a name? I am sure you could think of something better than me. All I would come up with is... cocksleeve... cumdumpster... fuckmeat..." She whispered the 'names' to him as she got even closer. John expected her to kiss him, but the first part that touched him were her breasts. A quick glimpse down revealed the massive ones she was carrying. Were those D cups? No, E, at least, if not more. Or rather... those weren't any cups at all. Mostly because they looked super fake. They weren't sagging in any way, standing absolutely upright, as if they were being held up by an anti-graviational pull. However, he could feel them pressed into his chest, and they were as soft as a pillow.

There was no chance that these breasts weren't natural. Wait. Yes there was. A big one even. He made this girl, this was his reality, so he probably made her have natural tits in the form of the giant models that only porn stars with fakes got. Nice.

"Do you like the girls?" She asked teasingly and took a step back again, revealing her full front to John. Only now did he notice her clothing. Before he had just assumed her to be naked, but instead she was wearing a red set of nipple pastings, so sheer that he could see what was hidden beneath. Tied to those pastings were two lines of cloth, flowing downwards and meeting each other in her pussy. No, not at, in.

The two lines of cloth were going down so tightly fitting, that they were sliding in between her pussy lips, spreading them open at all time. If his eyes were not lieing to him, and given his observe skill level, they rarely were, she was naked in the back. Which meant...

He bowed down a slight bit and confirmed his assumption. Both strings of cloth were tied to the end of what looked to be a buttplug, deeply inserted in the strange beauties rear end. While he was looking she reached down and started to rub her revealed clit.

"Ohh, it has been too long. I haven't been brutally fucked in forever... I personally believe no girl should go without a cock for more than five minutes. Would you agree? And I believe my five minutes are up, so could you do me the favour and give me a good stuffing, stud?" He was already fiddling with his pants as yet another annoying pop up message informed him of something.

Gamer's mind has rendered the opponents mind control useless. The effect on your body could not be supressed due to the difference in your Libido and Wisdom Attributes.

Wait, what? This she-devil was using mind control on him? He took a step back and observed her.

Succubus, Level 9 creature,

150/150 hp

This creature gains power through having sex with its victims. It takes their life energy by consuming their semen in any of her orifices. It's physically weak powers are being made up for by her ability to make her advances unrefusable for her victims.

So this was a succubus. A real one. A monster that would kill him if he would fuck it. And there he was. His pants opened up in front of her, a raging erection pointing out already, his mana down in the twenties and no fighting skill whatsoever learned, yet again facing certain doom.