Jackson in HRPG-World: 1-3 Puff-Puff Setback
“You seem a very angry young adventurer. It’s time to use one of my special attacks. I think you’ll like it.” Her red eyes twinkled as she smiled at him. “How about it? Would you like to see my Puff-Puff attack?”
Jackson shook his head. Puff-Puff. Really. Those wacky Japanese, always trying to get crap past the radar.
“Isn’t that some lame euphemism for rubbing your titties in my face.”
Moréhâgg smiled. She placed her hands on either side of her swollen breasts and squeezed them together. Jackson almost expected to hear some kind of stupid boing sound effect.
“Why don’t you close your eyes, relax and enjoy it,” Moréhâgg said with a voice like crushed velvet.
“Yeah right,” Jackson said. “And when I open them you’ll be rubbing two of those stupid slime creatures against the side of my head. Or it will be two sheep rubbing their asses against me. Don’t bother trying to tease me. I know this is an E10 game. There’s no way you’re getting your tits out.”
Moréhâgg pounced, knocking Jackson on his back and pinning him to the floor. She straddled his chest and unhooked the catch holding her latex corset-thing together. Her breasts—big, pink and extremely bouncy—bobbed free.
“You were right with the first guess,” Moréhâgg said with a lascivious smile. She caught her swaying mammaries and cupped them in her hands.
Jackson looked up at the swaying mounds of creamy-pink flesh. He clearly saw the perky little pink points of her nipples. What the fuck was going on here? This didn’t happen in battles. They all followed the same ridiculous yet inviolable laws.
Moréhâgg’s red eyes twinkled. Her moist lips pouted as if for a kiss. “Puff-Puff,” she breathed.
She fell forwards, burying his head in the warm space between her large and extremely soft boobs. Jackson lay back, unable do anything as she covered his face with her bosom. She twisted her upper body from side to side and Jackson felt the soft mass of her heavy breasts paff his head one way and then the other.
Giggling, Moréhâgg pressed down harder. Her arms went around the back of his head and she scooped him up into the smothering embrace of her cleavage. Jackson’s head, wedged up between her soft boobs, moved from side to side as she twisted her body. Her skin felt like the smoothest silk as it rubbed against his cheeks. His nose and mouth were pressed so tightly into her chest it was hard to breathe.
Moréhâgg had no intention of suffocating him just yet. She let his head fall away enough to allow him to take a breath. He inhaled air saturated with the heady musk of her body. Laughing, she paffed his head with her swinging breasts. Then she was pressing down again and squeezing her tits together around his face.
“What do you think, adventurer? Nice aren’t they. Have you ever felt a pair as warm and as soft as this?”
Jackson hadn’t, although he couldn’t admit that. His mouth was filled with her overflowing chest. She let him take another hasty breath and then started squeezing her boobs against the sides of his face again, squeezing them like they were super-soft rubber balls.
Was this an actual attack? What kind of fucked up game was this?
Actually, it felt pretty sweet.
At least up until the point when Moréhâgg didn’t lift up to allow him to take a breath. Instead she responded to his squirming struggles by pressing her chest down even harder, smothering him as effectively as if she’d placed a pillow over his face.
“I need you nice and pliant for my other moves,” Moréhâgg said.
Jackson wriggled as he tried, unsuccessfully, to squirm out from under her. His lungs were aching.
“And now my other Puff-Puff attack.”
She lifted her smothering bosom. Her breasts shivered and two thick purple clouds of perfume puffed out of her nipples…
…right as Jackson sucked in a much-needed lungful of air.
The fumes rushed up to his brain and sent it sailing away on fluffy, perfumed clouds. He lay back on the floor and felt all his muscles relax as the tension drained from his body. Well, not all of it. Down between his legs he felt a great deal of tension straining against his underwear.
“Time to make you a little more comfortable,” Moréhâgg said. “It’s far too hot in here to be wearing all this leather armor.”
She went straight to his groin, undid the buckle and pulled down his leather leggings. Jackson didn’t resist. He thought he might be hallucinating as there were little dancing pink hearts floating in front of his vision. Moréhâgg pulled away his cotton underwear and his cock bobbed up like a hypnotized snake.
“Ooh, nice,” Moréhâgg said. She ran a moist tongue around her glossy red lips.
The hearts went away. Jackson noticed the comfortable paralysis that had kept him still had ended. He could move. He tightened his grip on his sword.
The succubus noticed too.
“Humph. Lucky roll,” she pouted. “The entrancement should have lasted for at least another two turns.”
Rolls? Turns? What was she?
Jackson started to raise his sword.
Moréhâgg poked his wrist with a single finger. “Block.”
Jackson’s hand fell back onto the floor.
Moréhâgg shifted position. The pink mountainous peaks of her naked breasts loomed over Jackson’s face.
Her nipples were already expelling more clouds of perfume as she dropped down and mashed Jackson’s face up between the soft pillows of her breasts. Mewling in pleasure, she rubbed them against his face. Jackson’s vision vanished beneath jiggling pink flesh. Moréhâgg made a lot of indecent noises as she smothered him with her tits. Three times she pressed down hard enough to cut off his air, and three times she allowed him breaths tainted with her cloying, magical perfume.
At the end of it ‘Jackson is unable to move’ was scrolling through his head like a child’s first attempt at a goto program. A silly grin was plastered on his lips and his cock was throbbing hard enough to burst.
“Better,” Moréhâgg said. “That should keep you still for a while.”
Jackson couldn’t move, but other than that his thoughts were relatively clear…apart from the distraction provided by his raging hard-on. Moréhâgg squatted right above it. Her vagina was completely exposed, naked and not even pixelated. Jackson’s cock wasn’t pixelated either.
This had gone way beyond lame innuendo. She was really going to fuck him. That couldn’t be right. Even the sleaziest of game developers wouldn’t dare going this far.
Well apart from that crazy dude who’d made that fucked up monster girl game.
“Um, isn’t this a children’s game?” Jackson said. “E10+?”
Moréhâgg cocked her head. “You’re over eighteen aren’t you?”
“Then quit complaining.”
She sat down.
On his cock.
Unable to move, Jackson watched as his throbbing hard-on slowly vanished inside her. It felt like he was pushing up inside a cup of some kind of warm, soft, gooey substance. Moréhâgg sighed as she reached the base of his penis. Her labia puffed up, forming a tight cuff around the root of his cock. Her pussy wriggled around him and a thick cloud of pleasure diffused down his shaft and through his body.
“Oh yes,” Moréhâgg sighed.
She closed her eyes. Her left hand squeezed the firm globe of her breast. Her pussy stopped wriggling and instead squeezed tightly around him, packing her soft squishy tissue up against every over-sensitized millimeter of his throbbing hard-on.
Jackson’s mouth fell open.
That felt nice.
At least until the familiar slap he felt every time an enemy’s attack hit him. Forty-four flashed above his head in red numbers. Moréhâgg gave a contented sigh. Forty-four flashed above her head in green numbers.
She was draining his health points to replenish her own?
Her pussy relaxed, feeling again like a cup filled with warm gooey jelly.
“Mmm.” Moréhâgg shifted position. Her chest, and the pleasant curves of her breasts, rose as she drew in a relaxed breath.
She breathed out and her pussy pressed tightly around his cock with a moist squish. Jackson’s legs quivered as he felt her soft flesh squeeze his erection with a pleasant pulsing motion.
The pleasure was again forestalled by a slap as forty-four flashed above his head in red numbers. The same number appeared above the succubi’s head in green.
She gave an indecent sigh. Her cheeks reddened. Both of her hands squeezed the bulges of her tits together.
“This is my second favorite action,” Moréhâgg said. “Do you like it.”
“I’m not sure I like what it’s doing to my health points,” Jackson said.
Moréhâgg tipped her head back and laughed. She shifted position in his lap, bouncing against him with little rocks of her hips. The gooey flesh of her pussy pressed tightly against his cock in another smothering embrace. Snugly gripped, Jackson felt more pulsing little sucks run up his throbbing shaft.
His heels rattled against the stone floor. His hips moved against her with involuntary jerks. Her body was a soft warm centre wrapped around his most intimate organ. He thought he might have come. Something had oozed out.
He felt another weird slap as another forty-four point chunk vanished from his health and went to the demon girl straddling him.
Moréhâgg opened her eyes and smiled down at Jackson. Her face had a contented glow.
“Back to full health,” she said.
“That’s…uh…good to hear,” Jackson said. “That means you can stop, right…?”
Her three hits had taken over ninety percent of his health.
Moréhâgg placed a long finger at the corner of her full lips and gave him a coquettish smile.
“The next one will take me to zero health,” Jackson said.
He didn’t know what would happen then. He wasn’t sure he wanted to find out.
Moréhâgg shifted position in his lap. Her labia tightened around the root of his cock, preparing for the final suck that would take Jackson right to the Game Over screen.
Moréhâgg paused. She smiled down at Jackson.
“The fight has gone long enough. My Coup de Grâce move is ready.”
Uh-oh, things do not look good for our