Kirito in Galagil's Sword Art Online 1.4

Kirito's eyes focused as Galagil suddenly turned to all those at the front of the line, enormous erection swinging like a club brandished from his groin. He held out his paper, his fingertip tapping a new line he'd just added to the instructions:

'No matter your gender, if you are done with her, you have to call her a whore and gift her some Cor. Gift her as much as her service was worth to you.'

Kirito nodded mentally even as the blue-haired girl dismounted Abigail's mouth right at ten seconds again.

He wasn't exactly happy at having to call her that, but going along with this couple's roleplay fetish thing was the normal thing to do, right?

His penis was still extremely hard as he stepped up to Abigail.

Behind him, the line of alternately nude female players and bottomless male players stretched back nearly twenty deep as not everyone even needed to see the page in order to want to participate. A burly man with an oversized beard tapped his foot impatiently, sending his moderately larger than average dick bouncing. An athletic girl, with soft breasts whose nipples pointed east and west, chewed on her fingernail, a blush creeping up her virtual cheeks as she watched.

The crowd around the line was a tapestry of warped emotions, reacting to the spectacle in their own ways. Some cheered, their laughter tinged with a **** edge, a release from the crushing weight of their virtual imprisonment. Others watched with a detached curiosity, their eyes glazed over by the endless parade of perverse delights Galagil orchestrated. Still others, newcomers mostly, looked on in discomfort, disgust twisting their lips, as they whispered to friends while gesturing at the brazen sexual acts happening right on the city streets.

Kirito tuned it all out as he stared down at Abigail.

He was a novice, a virgin and the prospect of interacting with Abigail, even in this virtual context, sent a knot of excitement twisting in his stomach.

He hesitated for a beat, feeling ridiculous as he took the last step and bent down, positioning the tip of his computer-generated, anime-perfect penis against Abigail's lips. He watched her closely, making sure he wasn't crossing any limits. She had to do this to make up for what she'd done but that didn't mean he had to be a dick about it.

Her entire face was wet with saliva and that large woman's vaginal discharge. Her round eyes looked up at him, brimming with tears, but her mouth hung open, an inviting pink hole framed by glistening lips.

The warmth, the wetness, the softness all seemed designed to suck him in, make him move, make him rut into her.

He resisted but Abigail didn't.

Eyes open and staring up at him, the attractive westerner blonde sucked him into her mouth. He gasped, it felt a million times better than his hand. Wet noises emanated from her as she bobbed her head back and forth.

Then he felt the tip of his dick squeezed against the back of her throat and the sensation was instantly too much.

He came, a strangled cry escaped his lips, a high-pitched squeal that made him want to bury his head in the sand in shame.

Kirito clutched her head without conscious thought, his hips bucking. He groaned as her hasty swallowing stimulated his tip again and again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.

He pulled away from her on shaky legs and
a hand landed on his shoulder, the player behind him crowing, "Pent up, buddy?! That wasn't even the full ten! Thanks for being quick though, cause I'm so ready!"

Kirito shrugged it off and turned back to Abigail.

"Whore," he choked out, the word alien on his tongue, and he felt like apologizing instantly. Unable to meet her eyes he initiated an exchange with his menus and gifted her 500 cor, before stepping away for the next guy.

Suddenly feeling exhausted and extremely off-kilter, Kirito just stood there for an awkward moment before he hastily re-equipped his pants, trying and failing to avoid seeing Abigail, her hands splayed out and gripping the next player's thighs as he roughly fucked her face.

Kirito, still buzzing from his own encounter and burdened with a strange guilt, lingered as he noticed that Galagil wasn't around at all. That didn't surprise Kirito but he felt more than a little concerned for Abigail who wasn't being checked on by her partner even as the situation seemed ready to spiral out of control.

His initial outrage at her crotch-punch had ebbed, replaced by a mix of embarrassment and sympathy. The way Galagil treated her seemed normal for him, but Kirito was still bothered by her being left to the whims of a crowd of players, even if she did seem to enjoy it.

"Whore!" the burly man bellowed, as he held Abigail's head back while furiously fisting his thick prick in a meaty palm. He unloaded all over her, ropes of pearly-white seed arcing over her face, before releasing her with a satisfied groan.

Kirito cringed, his sympathy intensifying. Even if Abigail chose to do this, the man's treatment of her seemed excessive, too personal. She was doing penance for her earlier crime, not being treated like some common whore by players.
"That's worth a hundred cor!" He declared before sauntering off.

The influx of funds to her virtual account seemed to please Abigail briefly before the next player's penis bumped her lips, demanding her attention.

Somehow as he continued to loiter near her, Kirito found himself enforcing the ten-second rule and attempting to limit the rough treatment she received. His hesitancy fading and his voice and posture firming up as his sense of right and wrong solidified.

As the minutes passed and more and more players sampled her mouth, her demeanor changed, and her gaze seemed to seek his each time her line opened up, a flash of recognition as they locked eyes, a grateful nod or thumbs up that sent his stomach twisting.

Abigail, at first passive and compliant, seemed to shift as the cor came pouring in. Her moans became louder, her lips sucking at players longer and her reactions more exaggerated. It was clear she was making the best of her situation as Galagil failed to return and Kirito served as a safeguard.

Kirito found himself growing strangely fond of her, an unexpected protectiveness arising as she seemed to become dependent on his presence to moderate the scene. Torn between his protectiveness and his own discomfort, he watched the show unfold.

More players were lining up than ever now, Abigail's blonde hair slick with fluids from face to breasts. A few were getting bold, some even outright masturbating on the way up to her, releasing prematurely in a hot splatter against her nose and cheeks, coating her in a pearly white glaze.

The crowd of players cheered for the women as they rode Abigail's face, laughing in turn whenever a guy would shoot early.

If not for Kirito's impassive glare and the hand on his hilt, players would have pressed in from all sides, using Abigail any way they pleased.
This led to an awkward moment. A short spiky haired player with just a tuft of a goatee on his chin, initiated an exchange in the menu, a gift of cor for Kirito rather than Abigail.

"Well done, pimp," he grunted, slapping Kirito clumsily on the back. "Keeping your girl busy, eh?"

Kirito sputtered, cheeks burning hotter than from Abigail's ministrations. "I'm not –" he stammered, the words failing him even as he accidentally accepted the exchange request.

"Whatever you say, bro." The player flashed a thumbs up, winking conspiratorially. "Hella awesome idea. I'm gonna try it with some of the newbie-chicks."

Kirito glared at the departing guy, suddenly wanting to punch him, but he couldn't exactly leave Abigail even if he had been the type to fly off the cuff like that.

Shame overwhelmed Kirito, threatening to swallow him whole. He wasn't some pimp! He hadn't planned for this! It had just happened!

He'd just become- somehow -the unofficial timekeeper, counting down each ten-second session. Most players complied, their own awkwardness mirroring his. But some, emboldened by the anonymity of the virtual world, pushed the limits. Kirito found himself intervening physically now and then, shoving aside players who were thrusting harder, yanking their wrists from Abigail's hair or even drawing his sword to intimidate overly aggressive players.

As her virtual purse no doubt bulged with Cor, Abigail grew more enthusiastic in her servicing. She found her voice and started engaging with the players, dirty talk spilling from her lips as she begged the men to violate her mouth. She started making demands of the women as well, ordering the girls to "Stop just moving your hips like a slut, sit down on my face, really use me!"
The players rewarded her, their Cor spilling into her account, seemingly endless now.

Kirito watched with a mixture of fascination and concern. He saw the exhaustion creeping into her eyes, the way her movements became sluggish, her responses less witty.

He knew this couldn't go on. Even if Abigail seemed committed to pleasing the players until they all grew bored and moved on, he knew it needed to end before some group of players decided to gang up on him and just take her.
Combat wasn't permitted in the city without a duel being accepted by both parties but you could be physically restrained by simple ****.

"That's enough," he declared. "She needs a break."

It took a bit but eventually Kirito managed to clear the line, even as Abigail rocked her body, bobbing her head eagerly up and down on the last player's dick, one hand confidently pumping the shaft as the other rubbed his balls.

They finished and the scrawny guy scurried off, looking embarrassed now as the crowd had dispersed and the players passing by on the street now were staring with shock and outrage.

Abigail's eyes were glazed and unfocused, but she fixed on Kirito as he squatted beside her.

"Thank you, for protecting me."
She hugged him, his face planting right into her cleavage as her breasts squeezed around his cheeks.

This seemed strange as she'd just been used by dozens of players in a lewd display. He knew logically that there would be no risk of disease in here but the amount of saliva and vaginal secretion, semen and other bodily fluids on her face seemed disgusting.

"Uh.. no problem," he stammered, feeling his face burning for an entirely different reason, as Abigail nuzzled him, pressing her cum coated cheek against his.

"Oh. Sorry, I should probably wash this off." She released him, giggling, the gesture innocent and affectionate.

"Probably. Where's your clothes?"

She shrugged. "Galagil has them." She rose with a wobble, a shaky hand shooting out to brace against his shoulder. Her tone was neutral, neither accusatory nor affectionate.

It would be pretty normal for that guy to take a girl's clothes and wander off. He got up and held his hand out to her, "Let's get you some extra clothes then."

She took it and he led her towards an NPC clothing merchant, the silence between them filled with the lingering echoes of moans and the clinking of Cor. He ignored the stares and comments following them like flies as they were now the only ones obviously associated with the recent public sexual event.

The attributes of Abigail's rather wide and full bottom were enough to activate the games 'jiggle physics' engine, her bottom wobbling in a hypnotic way as she walked. You could track their progress down the street by cartoonish boners sprouting in a wave behind them as Aroused statuses proliferated.

Male players were looking at Kirito with envy and respect while female players were glaring at him as if he were forcing her to parade around naked in public.

As they walked, he noticed a swarm of friend requests had flooded in.

The line participants, still under the twisted delusion he was Abigail's… manager, eagerly sought future business. He deleted them with a grimace, the awkwardness of the situation lingering like a bad taste in his mouth.

He made to buy Abigail's new clothes, specifically with the ill-gotten cor that guy had paid him but she shook her head.

"Keep it, Kirito. I'm rich now. Besides, it wouldn't be right for a knight to take payment from a damsel in distress, would it?" She said playfully, making the opposite of sense with her quip.

She was suddenly a lot more relaxed back in clothes, a dark blue leather cuirass over a light blue tunic and a white pair of trousers that stretched obscenely over her round bottom.

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward, but nodded anyway. "So. Guess we go our separate ways now, huh?"

"Unless you fancy being my bodyguard for a while? Did I tell you, I'm loaded!" She beamed, patting her hip as if that's where her coin purse would be.

"Yea, I think you'll be okay." He offered a smile. She was nice and it was hard to turn away.

Abigail gave him a quick, tight hug. "Thanks, Kirito," she spoke into his chest, her arms holding him close. "If you need anything, let me know. I'll be your suger-mama! Just say the word!"

She pulled away, her smile a tad mischievous and added a suggestive, "Any word, any time, Kirito~"

He watched her go with a mix of confusion and amusement.

When her friend request popped up a moment later, he accepted it.

Now about that damned quest reward so he could get the hell out of this madhouse...