3 x 3 Eyes

Status Effects: Eye of Gorbachev (Argimpasa), Eye of Gorbachev (Api)

John blinked through Tricia's squirt, and everything blinked back.

Tricia's body had been riddled with Eyes, the first of them that John saw being those warped against one another and glaring at him from her pubic mound; the whole length of her, with not but eyes and a twitching vagina, burning into John's mind to the point of shock, and every inch of the Gorbachev continued to spasm in his direction as she was overcome.

But if only it had stopped at her flesh: the floor beneath his knees, the bricks surrounding him, the ceiling of the living room... beyond Tricia, upon every surface that was not alive, the new Eyes had spread, risen like tumors, and opened. Looking to the Warden, John saw that her hand had come just short of grabbing her shield, now riddled with Eyes that stared back from its mirror surface. His eyes drifted down to his shirt, that stared right back up at him.

Each of the new orbs, each staring with intent at either Moira or John, was topped by an eyelid made from whatever materials it sprouted from, and every Eye thereunder followed one of only two designs, neither familiar: one featuring a translucent globe of foggy, gray, and viscous liquid topped with an otherwise human iris of pink, and the other a prismatic orb that shimmered like the inside of a diamond. There was no iris to be seen on these blinding windows save a single, golden dot of light at its center that trembled like a flame.

Lily, trapped in her tiny pocket space behind a tunnel, was just starting to worry she had been forgotten when she felt the sudden, unnerving sensation of being watched. Slowly she turned to look at the Eye-covered walls...

"Eeeeeeeek!"

John thought he might say something, or try to somehow disenchant the arousal before the Eyes all attacked. His horror came first, and he barely managed to inhale a **** breath before the world exploded in pop-ups and flashes of pink or prismatic cones of magic.

Tricia used j(DVfm! Attribute increase attempt resisted.
Tricia used 8HoVSlFn3fjFrnU$jfd#@dfNdjnJF!?hab! Emotion illusion attempt resisted.

John's world continued to explode and stun him, driving a steady stream of sensory overload until he couldn't focus on the pop-ups as they poured down his interface, one after the other, each blurring with the mixtures of lights and the invasions upon his mind.

John rubbed his face, and groaned at the awful feeling, the terrible need that made his nethers ache.

The world about him, beautiful and suddenly bereft of the Eyes he could barely remember, had not changed from the state it had been only a minute ago... but a newfound joy filled his heart, and a desire to please others washed over him and mixed with a deep, needy desire to fuck.

Blinking and slightly stunned, John read the topmost pop-ups on the small mound of them hovering before him.

Tricia used j(DVfm! Your libido has been increased by 5. Your new libido total is 394 (reduced to 98 by Gamer's drive) for the next 9 hours.
Tricia used 8HoVSlFn3fjFrnU$jfd#@dfNdjnJF!?hab! You are overcome with an artificial sense of carefree joy and merry indulgence for the next 9 hours. This effect replaces the same caused by any previous casting of 8HoVSlFn3fjFrnU$jfd#@dfNdjnJF!?hab.

Achievement unlocked! "Me So Horny"!
Have your libido temporarily or permanently raised over 300. Technically, you shouldn't even be able to read this coherently anyways, so... good luck!
+5 WIS
+500XP

That would normally be pretty alarming... but not nearly as much as the sight before him. With wide eyes and a casual dismissal of every pop-up that had come up, he stared down at the spread-eagle body of Tricia, which trembled as she fumbled awkwardly with her pristine pussy and stared, worryingly, at John. On her forehead remained a familiar, pink-glowing Eye.

Tricia used j(DVfm! Libido increased by 7. New libido total is 401 (reduced to 100 by Gamer's drive) for the next 9 hours.

"John... I'm sorry... I'm so... please, don't be angry... I..." She was crying.

Why is she crying? Hell, this feels amazing! These Eyes of hers are the best thing that could've happen, quite frankly... "Are you kidding me?" John stood on his feet and started to stash his clothes into his inventory. "We did it! We stopped that one really bad eye... and now we can celebrate!"

Tricia blinked up at him with just two glistening eyes. He sounded odd, but he seemed earnest. "Y-You're not... angry...?"

He vanished his shirt, and her heart jumped as he spoke. "Like I could be! I mean, sure, apparently you're controlling my emotions right now, but, so what?" He chuckled, but her hope sank at his words. "Thing is... it feels like I can finally be... honest, you know? I've been holding back for so... long, it's just... it's just good that we can finally finish it."

<John Newman, if you can still hear me, please, you're not->

Get all the women naked and ready to show up here, John casually ordered. Not sure what we'll be doing here yet... but we ought to make a party of it, right?

Tricia moaned as his bare legs were revealed underneath his boxers, and her breath caught as she saw the monstrous outline against the navy blue of his underwear. "F-Finish...?"

"Of course," he almost growled with a grin. His boxers were stashed last, and the threatening snake sprung to attention, nearly ready to shoot just with the kiss of the open air. "You and I have a quest to complete."

Tricia hummed with fear and delight against sealed lips. John was acting strange... But he's going to... to...!

John brushed his hair back, and took in a lung-full of the warm, false air of the barrier. Man, I haven't felt this good since... maybe ever! Feels like I could do just about anything... and why shouldn't I? These girls will like it, too, won't they? Hell yeah... time I cut loose and rock their worlds!

"Hnnng..." A feminine moan from the adjacent living room reminded John of why he spoke of a plurality of pussy, and it only widened his grin.

He looked over to Moira, who was pawing blindly, almost comically John decided, at her shield. Her back arched with the pleasure running through it, unfettered unlike the case with John... and he hadn't even been over to her yet. John snapped his fingers comically, laughing as the tunnel protecting Lily vanished, and was replaced by one at the succubus' feet. Lily dropped a short, safe distance next to Moira... though John hadn't counted on her being a twitching, howling mess herself. "Ah... Lily!" he shouted with a wave, all despite the short distance between them. "Bring her here!"

Lily's expression told him that even her immunity was put to the wayside: her glasses were a foggy mess, her clothes were nearly translucent with the copious amounts of "sweat" she produced, and she had lost her skirt at some point. She moaned the few words she managed as she slowly fell over from her kneeling position. "M-M-M-... ooooh, Master, I really wanna... but... but...!" Lily lifted her leg and drove her fingers into her tiny pussy as she laid there, balled up and crying out in bliss. John suppressed a laugh as his secretary unleashed another torrent of her poisonous lust, this time catching Moira in her spray as if to mark the Warden.

Moira, with her deeply crimson hair now matted with demonic femcum, sputtered and struggled to resume her mission.

"Right... let's go over there instead, Trish," John confidently declared. He bounded to the healer's side and scooped her up. Even this innocent caress sent her body to shudder. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"This... feels so..." Tricia raised her hands and slapped her cheeks. "N-No! John... please, I don't... I don't want you to do this if it's because of my... please, I don't want you to be angry with m-" Tricia pleas were smothered as he kissed her.

She expected something rough, needy, animalistic... but his was a tender, loving caress, and her heart threatened to burst as he teased her lips with his tongue and walked while maintaining that soft, effervescent rise in her own dire spirits. He withdrew those precious lips only when he took a knee and laid Tricia next to Lily, and paranoia began to wrestle for control of the Gorbachev once more. "What... a perfect spread," John cheekily declared. He eyed Moira as she moaned and spasmed, and her hands desperately tried to find the edge of a shield her eyes couldn't even focus on. He contemplated her for a moment, and the shield that was on its back... "Oh! Trying to get to your inventory... ah, and I bet I know whyyyy~."

Acquisition successful.

"Moira, Moira, Moira," John chided, walking over to the Warden, "have a little humility, and just ask me for help!" John kneeled by the busty, drooling paladin and, with a flourish before her eyes, revealed his theft from her shield's inventory: Vow Keeper, the key to her chastity belt.

Despite the hundreds of points of libido gained, Moira still had enough of the power of the Lady to recognize a threat... and with a pathetic attempt to grab the key, to try and snap it with her bare hands if only as a last ditch safeguard against violation, her hands fumbled against his fist. Her fingers slowly wrapped around the shaft of enchanted gold. Just... just a single... snap, and-

John scooped her face in his hand, and she trembled as her body refused to come without her presently-sealed genitalia. Her fingers bent, gripped, and spasmed around the key to her heritage. "Moira," he cooed, "it's fine! We're always so worried about things and... I mean really, can't we just relax today? It's been a really bad day, right?"

"J-John..." He leaned in to kiss her, and she cried as she leaned into it, even as she felt the key slide in and the mechanisms disengage. The enchantment was deactivated... and she screamed her pent-up pleasure into John's mouth as she sullied the inert device that had denied her. When at last she was done, leaving the artifact a dripping mess, John vanished it into his inventory.

She's not going to need this.

He broke the embrace of his lips on the Warden and rose erect, threatening the three beautiful bodies before him with the droplet of precum dancing at the tip of his manhood. Moira's body trembled at the thought. Lily eagerly hoisted her legs up with her hands, pouting pitifully, hopefully at her master. Tricia, watching the whole process, tried to collect her wits past the aphrodisiac spell, past the tingling of her orgasms from his slightest touch... past the yearning to lose her maidenhead to this mysterious mage. But this isn't... how this was supposed to happen...!