Standing at the Line

"Please..." John rushed to Tricia's side as she crumbled to the ground, her hands buried in her crotch. He thought she had perhaps been burned... but her moaned plea told him otherwise. "Please... stop her... if... if my... if I lose control... then everyone..." Her hands both pumped against her crotch with an unexpected ferocity, and John grew hard taking in the sight. The small bit of wall left of her cover now served to give her some privacy as she fell over, laying on the rubble and dust as she continued to jill off uncontrollably.

A fourth Eye, and then a fifth, and then three more began to sprout all over her body, each black and red, each looking upon him. "What the... Hell...?"

Tricia Gorbachev
Lvl9 Scythian healer
<Gorbachev Opekuny>
101 / 150hp
303 / 385mp (44,399/45,000mp)
Status Effects: Eye of Gorbachev (Oitosyros) (x6)
Relationship: 93

"I can't hold back... John, please, before it's too late... render me ****. It's the only way we'll survive... please...!"

John shook his head, trying to process her gorgeous body, the relationship score, and all her sensual convulsing. Perhaps it was the multiplying eyes that helped him remember their situation, but John ultimately saw through to her bizarre request. "You... you want me to knock you out, here, while you're like this?! How the Hell do you expect me to-"

A short rain of golden dust fell over her face. Her eyes each rolled up in turn, and the next moment Tricia was snoring obnoxiously with her mouth half-open.

Fairy used sandman's slumber on Tricia Gorbachev. It was super effective!

John snapped out of his horny contemplation and stared up at Fairy, who shrugged back at him.

<What? You wanted to help her. This helped her.>

John had words for his ever "helpful" assistant, but they would have to wait: the smoke was clearing, and now Tara (whose nudity didn't help him focus on the battle) pulled herself out of the lava that was once the crater of her impact. The globs of melted wall and pipes turned to slag rolled off of her body as she burned them, and her footsteps left pools as she walked forward, her eyes wide and staring **** into John's.

Fairy chimed in. <The only stronger spell I've got is based on hellfire, and we know that's out.>

<I can't kill her in one shot, either,> John confessed. He tapped the topmost button on his vest.

Vest of the noble flame resistances doubled. 60 seconds remaining.

<Don't hit her with any of your other damage spells. She's close to going nuclear, and even your mana bolts could probably set her off.>

"You know," Tara whispered, her skin falling away from her extremities and around her eyes, revealing more of the fiery body underneath, "not blowing yourself up is a sign of discipline among those who bind themselves to the True Flame... but maybe there are situations where it's justified, right?"

<Crap,> John thought, <she's... she's going to kill herself just to spite us?!>

<We have to try to kill her first! Maybe that Ruin spell!>

<It's too random, and if it does just short of enough we're even deader than if we tried a simultaneous strike!>

<Well... well then what are you planning to do, cockspittle? Fuck her to ****?>

<... Jesus Christ, that's... wait, yes!>

<... T-That was a joke->

John couldn't defeat or kill this mage to survive... so he had only one option left. Rather, he only had one option left that his hard-on allowed him to consider. He dropped his static field. He reached sideways with a serpent's lunge, and Tara cackled as she expected this new strike to deal the same pittance of damage, and finally end her run in a blaze of glory... except the fingers that touched her, even as they blackened from nearing her hellfire form, delivered no pain to her.

Aphrodisiac applied! Target is now 15,000% more receptive to you.

Vest of the noble flame prevents 80 fire damage.

-308hp

John grunted as his agonizing hand returned, quickly using equilibrium to try and balance out his health pool. Gamer's body let him keep his fingers, but they still ached as he looked at Tara. She looked back, and her expression of fury began to twist with perplexing arousal.

An unexpected voice broke his gaze. "Well well well... what's the new Brighton lapdog doing here?"

John was already tense with wondering what would happen from here, so much so that he almost didn't notice the party of two that walked up from the unburied staircase. One, a sexy punk chick about his age, walked with something like a limp that perhaps explained all the blood stains slowly turning brown all over her clothes. Next to her was a muscular, older man with no shirt and an expression more grim than his partner's. The girl seemed... familiar, somehow, though their info didn't help explain why he thought that.

Travolta Meyer
Level 19 Martial Artist
<Collide>
691/1,195
100/100
The founder and leader of Collide, and a headstrong warrior with formidable, arguably superhuman strength.
Status Effects: Healing Stim (46 rounds remaining)

Jane Hollmey
Level 15 Chosen
<Collide>
202/690
140/340
Member of Collide with family ties to the Abyss Auction. Chosen to wield the Innate Light, a potent and malleable energy ****.
Status Effects: Healing Stim (48 rounds remaining)

"What... did you do... to me...?!" Tara fell to her fiery knees, melting the stone further as she sat in place. The floor might eventually give out, he realized, and though she could probably survive the fall he didn't want her running loose. Like Tricia before Fairy put her to nap, Tara now fell into a masturbating mess, writhing in the fires of her burning through the floor infrastructure.

"Look, Travolta? Jane?" John quickly greeted, stunning them more than he expected. "We're short on time. I came to beat up smugglers and save the girl. Somehow the only bad guy here so far is someone from the Cabal. Now you two showed up. So are we enemies, or are you the reason Talon thinks something went wrong?"

"How did you-"

"Neutral," Travolta interjected, cutting off Rave's concern, "as long as we're all here to put them out of business. We don't care what happens to the girl."

"Good. You two keep healing then," John urged, surprising them again, "and please don't attack the Hellbat; she's about to explode and kill us all."

"W-What the Hell do you mean?" Travolta stammered.

"How did you know my real name?" Rave finished her demand.

"Later! Just... give me some privacy here, please." John walked towards Tara, and sweat was already on his brow before he crossed the leveled threshold that was once the wall between the lab and the hallway. The Collide members watched, still shocked, until they noticed the masturbating fire mage.

<Fairy, take Tricia and blink somewhere below in the third floor, or wherever you can be with her alone. Keep her safe... and under no circumstances are you to taint her with an even higher libido.>

<You must admit, you're at least curious->

<Those are my orders.>

<Yes, Master, of course, Master!>

John got within just a few feet of her before warnings started to blare about his vest resisting dozens of points of damage every turn. "Do you want me?" John whispered. Collide blinked at the man... and grew slack-jawed when the fire mage nodded and moaned, caressing her breast, already mostly made of crimson fire, at the mere imagining of laying with John. "Good... then turn off your burning effect."

"I... I'm the True Flame incarnate, I... I can't, not like this...!"

"Then turn it down... that'll be enough, I think. Can you?"

"I... I can..." The warnings went away, and her flames dimmed as requested. Red flames melted into skin, and she was nearly restored to her initial appearance, even less elemental than John had first seen her. Still she burned in patches, but John could now caress and squeeze her fat, aching nipple and only take 30 fire damage for his trouble, easily soaked by his vest. He knew this because he shamelessly did so, right before the eyes of those present. Fairy grinned just before blinking away with the prone Tricia.

John gave her cheek a lick, smirking as it evaporated the moment it left his tongue and all the protection the vest offered. "Come with me." She nodded. He reached between her legs, and jumped away as her back arched. Rave and Travolta were left looking at the cooling stone floor left behind, and then at each other.

"He... he is a Brighton ****-mage, right?"

"He climbed right onto Miss Prissy's motorcycle after she just about murdered him, so I've got no other guesses."

"Pretty odd, then..." Travolta's words trailed off, and he found himself staring at the collapsed bit of roof opposite of the staircase. They were now standing in the middle of the arena, bereft of enemies save the one trapped by Jimmie's machine, but still he stared tensely at the rubble.

"What now?"

"I know this feeling..." He fell into a boxing stance. "Someone's breaking in."

Rave followed his vision to the rubble... and noticed a thin, golden crack of light. With a sigh, she joined him in preparing for the fight. "Well speak of the hoity-toity devil herself..."

Below their confrontation, John and Tara reappeared in the barrier's version of the art room, and the two all but fell onto each other over the laminated wooden flooring. The material of the floor beneath her peeled and blackened, but John couldn't much care; the heat was merely erotic now, and he worked to unbuckle his belt of the breeder to free his cock. Tara would be the final mate needed for his quest to control the libido that even now made him forget the wannabe-samurai in a bubble, the unknown Collide, or how safe Fairy could really keep Tricia. She'll be fine, the back of his mind assured him as he scooped Tara's fire-spitting face with one hand and kissed her mouth, probing her tongue with his. She tasted like smoke, but in an oddly pleasant way, like a crackling wooden fire.

"You... how are you doing this...? Why is this... everything I want, God, just... fuck it. No, fuck me... fuck me until this burning ceases, this only burning that truly aches. Not in so many years have I felt such a fire... please... douse this flame in me!"

John grunted as he worked between her legs. "You're a pretty one-note mage, huh?" She furrowed her brow at him, and he quickly added, "A-And I like that, really!"

It was enough to get her back in the mood. His hands glided down her voluptuous body, appreciating the bounce of her natural double-D's and her hips as he gripped them. She was taller than him, he realized, and so outmatched him in every physical dimension... perhaps even in how much room her muff had to accept him. Maybe she could take it all, then. "I know a bit of magic myself." She gripped his cock, appreciating its nine inches... and then moaning, half in worry and half in anticipation, as it grew in her hand. Though his augment body didn't crit, thirteen and a quarter of inches was more than enough to impress the Hellbat that was about to be ravaged by it. He tested her pussy lips with his fingertips and withdrew them so she could see the strand of femcum that already bathed her pocket. It was difficult to not be impressed with himself, having defused an unwinnable fight. Don't get cocky, John ordered himself past his own libido, she's still a threat... and fucking her until she cools down might not solve how to get rid of her. He'd worry about that later; for now, he rubbed her clit, trying his best to be a gentleman and not skip foreplay just to-

"You want to die, baby, trying to get me more fired up?" For a moment, John worried that's how that actually might work. "Give me the dick, now! NOW, I say!" More apologetically, she added, "Please! Please?!" There was more than one road to being a gentleman, horny John decided, and he bashed his inhuman cock into her, slowly working its girth into her even with the help of copious lubrication, feeling her body expand to take more of him in. His mind was nearly numbed by the sensation... but the pop-up that greeted him snapped him back into control.

Quest complete!
500XP
Masturbation has become Gamer's drive!

Gamer's drive, passive
Gamer's drive: The Gamer can temporarily increase or decrease his libido by up to 5% per character level, to a maximum of 75% at level 15, at will. Balls refill to full thirty seconds after an orgasm. There is no longer a limit to number of orgasms per day.

Ding! You're level 13!
+20hp
+20mp
+5 stat points
+1 paragon point

John mentally rammed his libido down... and realized at once how insane he was being. What the Hell would he gain from fucking the enemy like this?! The barrier belonged to a Yarrick Dell... the swordsman, Talon had called him, and almost certainly the samurai cosplayer in the weird bubble, even if John couldn't check him. How would he get to him to bring this barrier down? This fight wouldn't end with the evoker wrapped around his cock... and whose thick legs, partially made of hellfire as they were, wrapped around his waist. Despite his monstrous growth, he hilted her, battering her cervix as her womb had nowhere left to run. She rotated her hips, and even his controlled libido couldn't help him ignore the expertise with which the hell-witch fucked. "Yes... God yes, make me your woman, John! I don't even care anymore: fuck the Gorbachev, fuck the smugglers! This is what I want... what I need!" She grabbed his hands and led them onto her breasts as she submitted to him. "Take me... take all of me, as long as I get you! I've fucked demons and devils, dwarves and elves, but none... Hell, nothing like... yes!" If she didn't need to be beaten into unconsciousness, he might've considered finding out more about all that. As it was, he was ready to try calling Fairy in; Tara would eventually simmer back down to merely Overheated, and with her dimmed fires perhaps she could finally be dusted into sleep... but he was stunned there, between the thickest thighs he had the pleasure to ride. More than how he gripped her giant ass even while she laid on it, more than her swaying, beautiful black breasts, more than her lustful groans and burning scents... John found his attention consumed by the information above her head. That's impossible... she's... I mean, Talon said she was fused with a monster, but... but she's still a human being! So how...

Tara Dase / Shvoorrf
Level 11 Evoker / Level 9 Hellfire Elemental
<The Cabal>
989/989hp (CAPTURABLE)
1,027/402mp
Status Effects: Incandescent (55%)

No... this is wrong. She's a real person! This is worse than the collar I used on Rurik, this is permanent, this is... I don't even know if I can release a summon, but... It was the only way out he could think of to put a solid end to any fears he had of her, at least unless those Collide people could kill her in one blow. How long would sandman's slumber keep her down? What if they were stuck here for long enough for her to wake up; would he get to fuck back to sleep? Moreover, to risk even a moment of the Hellbat firing up the place again, possibly waking Tricia to do whatever the latter was afraid she would do. Tara's body shuddered as she peaked, and her grip on his cock demanded that she be attended. John could no longer ignore her, but his lowered libido also meant he was nowhere near coming. "I've... got to have a minute to think, lady... so just... take this for now...!" It made sense. This felt good... and he wanted to feel better. The sooner he got his rocks off, the sooner he could go back to thinking with a straight head... he'd just turn his libido back down when he was done. It was a simple, easy plan. Using Gamer's drive, he decided to try cranking it in the other direction... and with his libido brought over the 100-point line in effect, he immediately filled her pussy with seed as he began to violently fuck her in earnest. His plan, to pause for the thirty seconds he had between orgasms to really weigh his alternatives, disintegrated in his own lustful fire.

"God, yes," Tara moaned, "that's what I wanted! YES!"

"Fucking take it...!" He gripped her skin and twisted it until she howled in pain and pleasure, and used these handles of her flesh to violently jack hammer into her, breaking the link of her ankles as she struggled to stay wrapped around his body. He had over a foot of dick to drive, and he reveled in nearly fully withdrawing and then slamming back in with his new stamina, pumping another load almost the moment it was ready a half-minute later. He trembled as he shoved into her as hard as he could, gripping her belly with his hand as he grunted his animal desires. She was sent into a tailspin of augmentations, the stacked package that he had grown accustomed to pumping into victims whose condition he lost all concern for: increased lust, desire for cum, ovulation, and almost a swelling of her breasts until he realized how perfect they were already. At this rate, she was doomed to be yet another pregnant summon in his harem- Yes... fuck yes, I could fuck her like this whenever I wanted... and that power of hers? Of course I'm going to take her! What kind of idiot would let such a powerful **** go free?! He reached for her mouth and grabbed her tongue between thumb and forefinger, and she happily obliged as she moaned in the ecstasy of a lifetime of wanting to come, and never being able to, until now. That twitching bit of pink was where he would brand her.

<Do it, Master.> Fairy's voice rang in his ears.

<Do not,> Alysha interjected. <Have some kind of honor, John Newman. If ever I'm to be free, I cannot have you becoming what may be destined.>

<Think about how delicious it will be to have a human ****, especially with the experiments you could perform on a ule'karn...> The meaning of the word was lost in translation, but John didn't much care. He struggled even now between the urgings of interested parties... and softly, in the background, the memory of his hesitation with Vanessa, of the contract he consumed for materials to make his new ring, of the relief he felt to no longer carry that burden...

... the memory of regretting what he hadn't done, and the fear of doing it.