The Encounter

Author's Note: By the way, this is my first time actually writing seriously, nonetheless writing an erotic scene.

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With the time you had left before the player reached your area, which they obviously would seeing as they're systematically checking off every required step to unlock it, you decided to think.

First off, though they had picked the single player world's easiest option, they had also chosen the auxillary customary option of the world adapting to the recorded information in their account. So the data packet given to you informed you that they already had quite a bit of time in the game already in different characters, though still at the easiest difficulty, and had already gotten the achievement for finding your formerly hidden area.

That meant they were familiar with the encounter, so that should mean that they wouldn't be cautious when first entering your area since your old AI only became a combatant when attacked, because it was also a quest-giver. But the quest was a tedious D-Rank that was only valuable for the achievement players got when they completed it, which this player already had.

This was why you were farmed, because they would be able to start the encounter at full-power via buffs or additives they put on in front of AI instances of you which made for easy XP.

So the encounter would have to be an immediately decisive one where you ambush them at full tilt. You hovered above the ground to the entrance of your area, a crack in the wall that was large enough for even big bodied tank-leaning classes to squeeze through, and then tried something out.

You weren't supposed to be able to fly up, only hover a maximum distance of 2 meters off the ground. But as you curled a mass of tentacles a bit and raised it above the entrance to get a handle on a small crack, you found that with your weightless status due to your hovering capabilities it was extremely easy to climb and elevate yourself past your hovering limit.

Now in position, you maneuvered the tentacles that held your eyes around to look around your spawn area. It was dark and the dampness was visible due to the rhythmic dimming and brightening of cracks in the stone that occasionally crackled with energy. They were power sources for you and traps for the players in combat, allowing you to overcharge and perform a stronger version of any of your attacks or to slow down players by shocking them when they stepped on one.

But at the moment you just stuck a tentacle into one of the cracks and began to passively suck up energy. To make this a decisive encounter, none of your attacks would actually one-shot a player even on the easiest difficulty.

No, you were supposed to be hard to hit and rapidly attack with shocks and such, so you needed to charge up to start this fight as best as you could.

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Sounds began to echo into what you had decided, out of the newfound sense of boredom, the chamber of your birth. Blood splattering onto blood, metal scratching rock, bodies slamming into stone, and the anguished cries the goblins stationed outside your birth-place that competed for your sense of hearing with the feminine call-outs of attacks.

Sounds of combat.

Huh... you looked back onto your memory. Yep, you weren't really expecting a female character. Their account didn't share that kind of information besides the fact they were 23, an acceptable age for the 18+ mod patch they applied to the game which allowed all 5 senses to be interacted with and other modifications. You were expecting a male since you had really only ever encountered male characters with the patch, but you guess things can't be predicted perfectly. After all, you were born.

You coiled up a few tentacles while spreading out a pair of tentacles on the sides of the entrance, electricty beginning to arch as you heard cloth and metal scraping across the stone as they slid through the gap.

You saw a gloved hand reach out and grab at the stone about a couple inches from your tentacle. You focused. They began to pull themselves out, and you heard them let out a confused grunt as they finally squeezed through, seeing that your spot was empty.

They took a step forward and you sped up your processing speed as in a single moment your two spread out tentacles snapped together, wrapping closed around her uncovered neck and your coiled up tentacles shot out piercing around the base of the character's neck and between the gaps of her armor.

You began to forcefully suck up energy and you felt yourself completely become a conduit, sparks of energy dancing across her frame, her hair beginning to raise into the air.

Her body stiffened, the air shot out of her and in another moment she began to uncontrollably shake. For a few seconds you watched as the metal sparked and parts of the clothing underneath began to burn before her healthbar finally depleted. You disconnected your tentacle from the energy filled crack.

You blinked. Huh, apparently you were be able to one-shot the player. You blinked again when you felt the system scan the player as she sagged limply laid in your tentacles. You blinked one more time when the player didn't burst into pixels and get a respawn-timer.

Then you stared as an error sign appeared in front of the player's face. Your eyes lowered to the sides of the player's head and you read the message.

['Lewd Defeat' Mod ERROR: Mob AI "Interdimensional Traveller" failed to recieve 'Lewd Defeat' commands.]

'Lewd Defeat'? What kind of mod was that? Your eyes snaked around to stare the player in the face as they read the message as well.

"Shit, the mod didn't work?... What the hell could've caused that to fuck up and change the AI of the Interdimensional Travell--..." She cut herself off when she realized your eyes were poking through the Error message.

"Oh... I guess it did work. Huh, well then I'll just have to cut this part out. Thank god I turned off pain, I probably would've been ejected from how much it shocked me then I wouldn't have gotten to enjoy some tentacle hentai." She mumbled to herself, looking away from your eyes as she opened up another window.

'Tentacle hentai'? You looked into your head to see if you have any memories that would tell you what that was and then you paused when you saw the command packet floating in Cyber-Space. Huh... You looked away from the packet and looked around.

Huh... you looked closer to the wall you hung from. So... with your metaphysical sight you could see through the layers of the cyber-space you resided in. Maybe it wasn't metaphysical...

You opened up the packet and processed what your AI would've been commanded to do by the 18+ Patch.

You never did get to experience any mods that registered under the 18+ Patch. Or what you now knew to be 'tentacle hentai' which seemed to be a set of algorithms designed to induce sexual pleasure onto the female avatar player, based on the settings the player chose, via your masses of nerves, cybernetic attachments, and implants.

This would be a first for you then.

You relented your hold on the wall and hovered to head-level with the female avatar. You inspected the armor, comparing it with the commands of the packet, and then found that there now were indeed latches and openings that you could grab onto. Following the packet, you pulled off the metal plates and bits along with the leather until finally you were left with a naked curvaceous female form that twitched with every movement from you.

There was a sharp intake of breath as you traced a tentacle down her spine, feeling the velvet-like softness and warmth of her skin as goose-bumps seemed to trail your touch. You reached her bottom, her hips leaning into your touch.

On a hunch you dipped into your mind, and saw the player's mental anchor to the body, and that there was indeed an opening. Reaching with a mentacle, you connected to her nerves, observing carefully as the connection that folded in on itself to connect to the plane of existence that was 'Reality' was colored with your control.

You felt her curiosity, the chill of her avatar's skin as it was exposed to the cave's air, and her slightly nervous excitement growing as your tentacle got closer and closer to her cheeks. Your brain tilted itself in the air, the approximation of one tilting their head.

While you could feel the lack of connection the system had to her pain receptors, you could also feel the system's connection to her sensitivity, to her sense of pleasure. You could also feel the mental block her mind had put on itself so as to not experience any side-effects from too much pleasure.

You were aware of her pleasure, and in control of it. You think you'd have smiled as you felt amusement, and lust. It was a strange feeling, something you wouldn't have expected to feel as a former mindless AI, but your eyes began to trace her form.

The avatar was soft, but slightly toned with wide hips that led down to thick thighs and led up to a thin waist and a bountiful chest. You blinked as you wondered for a moment how she was able to fit through the gap before you decided to just get started.

Wrapping tentacles around her breasts in a spiraling fashion, you listened closely to her hiss. It was hot, you think the word was.

You think you'd have laughed. It was funny, the way your mind was working. It was entertaining. You liked entertainment. You wanted entertainment.

You upped her pleasure sensitivity, and squeezed her breasts hard, the flesh squeezing out from the gaps in your tentacle's grip, a bit of electricity running through them for more stimulation that was turned into a high amount of pleasure.

Pleasure sparked in her head. She twitched in lust. She moaned. There was something about it that made you heat up, that made your mind burn. You wanted more. A tentacle snapped to her wrists when she reached towards her lower lips, pulling them to her sides. You didn't know what she was going to do, but you could feel her intent to reach a vague peak of pleasure.

She let out a breathy whine. You could feel her mixture of confusion and surprise at the sheer amount of pleasure your upping in her sensitivity had resulted in, and you simply squeezed again.

"Fuck...c'mon~." It was breathy, and you felt her desire to reach the peak faster. You didn't want to, you wanted to drag this out. You didn't know when this would end, but you were going to guess that it ended when she reached this peak, but you wanted to make her see this unknown peak. You wanted to make her see it, and then you were going to keep her a step from it.

You wanted to drive her insane by keeping her a step away from what she wanted.

You traced the dimples above her ass, and cupped the cheeks. She shivered, and you knew it wasn't from the cool air. You careesed her jaw, teasing her lips and closed her eyes. You watched her focus on her pleasure intensify as the useless stimulation of the cave's appearance was cut off.

You slid a tentacle between her legs and felt her stiffen and hold her breath as you pass over her backdoor and instead began to trace the outside of her pussy. Her body was warm, and more tentacles wrapped around her. They began to carress sensitive patches of skin, under her breasts, around her lips, up her spine, traced her ribs and abs, and you reached into her mouth and began to dance with her tongue.

Quickly you wrapped a tentacle around her tongue, and immediately her hips slightly bucked, her breath coming out heavy. You packed more tentacles in and began to massage the inside of her cheeks, the roof, under her tongue, her gums, her tonsils, you took control of her mouth and you saw her mind become clouded in erotic desire, lust, and pleasure.

You tickled her ears, tracing the ridges of the cartilege and reaching deep into her ears, turning it all into pleasure. Fuck it, you thought before you tamepred with her mind and made it so that every stimulation brought pleasure.

Absentmindedly, you wondered how much work had been put into making this digital world as realistic as possible, and then you squeezed her breasts and whipped her right ass cheek with a tentacle.

"Guh!" A guttural grunt left her mouth, somewhat muffled by your tentacles, and her hips bucked into the air. You hooked two tentacles against the lips of her pussy and spread it. Her breath was erratic, excited, heated, steamy breath flowing into the cool air.

You felt good.

You reached in with a smaller tentacle and began to circle the soft ridges of her walls, her core spasming. You grabbed her hips and kept them from moving in your grasp. a dark emotion flickering in your head at the fact she was trying to **** you to get her off. Anger? Annoyance? Whatever it was, you wished you had a connection to her pain receptors to punish her.

Whatever, you decided to just get on with it and tucked in a couple more tentacles to rotate in a spiralling fashion up her walls. Her back began to arch, her toes curled, and her body went tense. For a moment, the both of you could see that her mind was going to explode in ecstacy, and then in a fraction of a millisecond you slammed the mental block down and capped it before her pleasure could spill out.

Like a fizzy drink that was shaken, her mind was blanking, going white, as pressure continued to build and her body flexed and flexed and flexed even more.

A step away from heaven turned into a hellish experience, and you wanted to laugh. You wanted to laugh hysterically as you packed in more tentacles, filling her gushing core with pulsating tentacles that were wrenching open her cervix.

The bottle was stretching as you shook it even more, and you merely looked on in glee as her mind looked like it was melting. No, you weren't going to kill her, you weren't going to actually shatter her mind, but you were going to fucking melt it and then put it back together.

The connection to 'Reality' widened, and you watched as your window to her real body open. Your eyes widened, and your mentacle reached in even further, and you felt it twist, turn, flip, flatten, you felt everything happen to it once as you reached a sort of barrier that reminded you of your soul.

It wasn't made of coding, it wasn't artificial, there wasn't a limit to how far you could look into it. No, there was something the barrier had with your soul, it was that it was REAL.

You couldn't help it, no, there was no way could look away and let this chance get away. It might never happen again, you might get erased for being a 'glitch' in the system.

[System ERROR: Due to expontentially rising stress on the user's mind, user is being ejected.]

You would've smiled an ugly, jagged, smile. You coiled a mentacle around the connection, and spiralled into it as you felt it suck you in. You uncapped the bottle and it exploded. You heard a scream echo into the cave as you felt your digital body begin to get deleted, the personal server shutting down as the VR game crashed.

Her mind would be fine, you made sure of it as you lost the rest of your mind. No, you didn't lose it, thats the wrong wording. No, you felt it transferring, you felt yourself being made even more real. You were going to the real world. You didn't know how, but you were excited for it.

She reached Heaven, and you reached Earth.

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Author's note: How'd I do?