Showing posts with label Dragon Girl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dragon Girl. Show all posts

Saturday, May 09, 2015

Let's Play Monmusu Quest: Paradox! part 46

Scale Thief Corps (Scales, Tails and Sloppy Blowjobs)

This my playthrough of hentai monster girl game Monmusu Quest: Paradox.  If you want to start at the beginning, go back here.

Today we'll be doing the second quest strand from the last town (of chapter one), Saloon.  This also completes the quest strands (for chapter one) of a couple of our party members.

Saloon has some renown for creating kick-ass crystal weapons and armour.  Unfortunately, the blacksmith won't make any for us until we fetch some raw crystal from the mines south of the town.  Double unfortunately, the mines are overrun by a guild of lizard girl thieves – the Scale Thief Corps.

Time for Luka to stick a sheriff's star on his chest and go sort them out then.

The Scale Thief Corps are a little more organised than most RPG bandit guilds.  A pair of lizard thief guards attack us the moment we enter the caves.


They're an annoying fight as they have a scorch breath attack that can paralyse the whole party.  They also have a fire breath attack.  I maybe should have left Vanilla at home for this section given the number of times she goes up in flames.

There are two types of lizard thieves.  A thief-y one (Liru).


And a swordy one (Len).


Other than some returning l'il onis, all the monster girls in this section (including the boss we'll get to later) are drawn by SlapStickStrike.  It's good to see them added to the MGQ team as they've been putting out some very good monster girl doujins over the past year.

After recruiting both Liru and Len (Or Rilu and Ren) I was surprised to see they were lower level than the monster girls from Gnome's ruins, implying I should have done this section before contracting gnome.  That was until I realised just how vulnerable the lizard thieves are to pleasure attacks.

Remi goes from party healer to chief rapist of lizard girls.  And she started out such an innocent little imp.

Back in the castle the lizard thieves only have one request move each.  Liru comes across as quite experienced.

"You want to be squeezed by me?"

"Um…"

"Sure you do, kid.  It's great eroticism."

Slurp!


In the middle chest down on the second floor of the mines we find the agricultural stone.


This is item required for Vanilla's sidequest.  Returning the stone to the item shop in Witch Hunt Village adds dark and holy stones to Vanilla's store in the castle.  It also triggers an achievement, so I think this is the last upgrade that can be done to Vanilla's store in chapter one.

At first I couldn't find either the crystal or the boss of the mines.  Turns out I missed a turn off somewhere.  She's down on the 2nd BF level and sitting on a throne surrounded by treasures.  It's not possible to grab the crystal without first confronting her.


Her temptation move seems to be offering a footjob.

Sorry love, I'm not the type that gets turned on by scaly paws stamping on my junk.  Gel her, Remi!

After the fight she allows us to take the crystal but initially refuses to join the party.  If you speak to her afterwards she changes her mind.  I think this is conditional on recruiting the other two lizard thieves first as both join in on the conversation (they don't have to be in the party for this to happen).  They talk her into joining.  It's for selfish reasons – the lizard thief boss thinks this will be a great opportunity to expand the influence of the Scale Thief Corps.  They just want to visit new places and nick new stuff.

Sonya, as ever the conscience of the party, asks if we really want to take a bunch of thieving lizards with us.  Luka says he must change their ways.

Um yeah, right.


So much for changing their ways.  (That's Miranda's request scene – probably also her Bad End scene as well, although I didn't check)

Picking up the crystal unlocks a few things in Saloon.

First off the blacksmith will make crystal weapons and armour for us.  The weapons are good, but the armour is mostly disappointing as job/race restrictions mean most of my party can't wear it anyway.

Secondly, the blacksmith is also the battlefucker of Saloon.  Giving her the crystal unlocks the option to fuck pointlessly stare at close-up parts of the same artwork while some annoying music plays in the background.


Finally, this is another upgrade for Papi's weapon and armour shop in the Pocket Castle.  Include her in the party, select the talk dialogue option and she'll ask the blacksmith to teach her how to make crystal gear.  The blacksmith requires an item.  Once again I've already picked it up somewhere on my travels.  I think I found it in one of the chests in the hills to the west of Saloon.

And that's it for today.  Tomorrow we descend back into Tartarus.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Let's Play Violated Hero 5! part 13

The Violated Hero 5 playthrough is now into the major bosses (despite one of the minor bosses going missing somewhere).  If you’ve just joined now, the start of it all is back here.  If you’ve just joined now and you’re not old enough to read about perverse sex scenes or are a puritanical holier-than-thou sort that starts frothing at the mouth at the first signs of lewdness, scram.

Last up we took down the first of the major bosses - Safi the Pissed Off Dragon Princess.

Safi doesn’t take losing too well.  I think she wants to murder us.


Whoops, translation boo-boo.  Turns out Safi wants a quick death now she’s been defeated.  That’s not going to happen as Luka-clone doesn’t do that killing thing.

Ariel is really unhappy about this.  Probably because Safi is significantly more powerful than the other world bosses and Ariel is terrified of her.

Wow, Ariel isn’t letting Luka-clone be merciful this time.  She pushes him aside so she can do the dirty deed herself.  And there was me thinking she wasn’t the sort to get her hands dirty.

Luka-clone gets in the way and stops her.  Even Safi thinks it’s ridiculous.

It works though, as we go back to the map screen without any blood being spilled.

Two steps later and we’re in the throne room of the demon king.


Boss rush.

Yep, Satan shows up and it’s time for major boss fight no.2.  Satan looks like she wants to do bad things to us, Luka-clone.  Really filthy things.

It’s a proper fight.  No options greyed out like they were during the hopeless boss fights.

Oh, so it’s just the 500 HP then.  That’s a hundred more than Safi and we only just managed to beat her.  You might not be needed this time, alt!Luka-clone.


We’ve reached the point in the game where it’s time to start quaffing those potions we’ve been hording.  I use all my MP in special attacks.  After that she still has 145 HP and I have considerably less.  I do have super potions, though, so I do the unfair thing and take one to send both HP and MP back to max.  Satan switches to her feeler attack.  As with Safi, it’s a tail wrapped around Luka-clone’s dangly bits.  As with all feeler attacks in Violated Hero, it doesn’t do anything.

Oddly, the 2nd special attack is more effective than the 3rd.  A hit with that is enough to send her to the floor.

Sorry, alt!Luka-clone.  Looks like you’re needed after all.  You know the drill . . .

Luka-clone throws the fight and hits the deck.  Ariel rants for a bit and then runs away very quickly.  It’s going to be very weird if she turns out to be a harder fight than either Safi or Satan.

Satan asks Luka-clone if he’s giving up.  Luka-clone never gives up inside.  Unfortunately his body has been bashed all over the place and isn’t getting the message.  Satan says she’s going to enjoy tormenting us.

So what you got, Satan babe?


Hmm.  Not sure what’s going on here.  Is she just going to stare Luka-clone’s cock into ejaculation.

She blows on it as well (blows air rather than an actual blowjob).

And that’s enough to get Luka-clone to pop.  That’s the ultimate humiliation right there.  She gets us to come without even touching our cock.

Satan Wins: Flawless Sexality.

She asks if Luka-clone has any left in his balls.  I don’t think she’s encountered a Violated Hero protagonist before.  It’s the same principle as Doctor Who’s TARDIS, if the TARDIS was filled from floor to ceiling with cum.

Satan gets bored of not touching, turns her tail into a suction tube and sucks up Luka-clone’s cock.  She squirts some hot juices down the pipe to give some lubrication and then finds the right suction rhythm to leave us completely helpless.


There is much sucking, followed by much coming, and finally the middle of the tail swells up in a big bulge filled with semen.  Plenty more where that came from.  (although not for me. Time to look for the zinc tablets)

Scene two is time to unleash the fucky fucky.


Not right away.  Satan gets some teasing in by rubbing the outside of her pussy against Luka-clone’s erection.  She tells him she’ll put his cock in her juicy pussy if he agrees to be her semen slave.

Luka-clone refuses.  Satan puts him in anyway.  She’s not going to let that spoil her fun.  Once inside, Luka-clone ejaculates right away.

That’s too fast for Satan.  She falls back on the classic Violated Hero sex torture – using magic to block Luka-clone from coming.  Then she rides him until it becomes unbearable and Luka-clone cracks (as he always does).

Beaten, Luka-clone takes the oath to become her semen slave.  Given how much juice his testicles produce he’ll probably be able to survive for a long long time.

Or maybe not.  Satan is one hungry gal for sperm.  After she releases the magic lock Luka-clone lets go with a typical cumplosion.  Then Satan keeps going . . . and going . . . and going.  She keeps squeezing ejaculation after ejaculation out of Luka-clone.  This is an interesting contest.  Who will win – The bottomless appetite of Satan versus the bottomless balls of Luka-clone.  I reckon they’ll have to call it off as a draw once the screen gets filled up with so much creamy white stuff no-one can see what’s going on anymore.

And there’s a third scene to come!

First there’s an interlude announcing Satan as uncontested ruler of all ten worlds.  Ariel and Goddess Luna Tea have both buggered off somewhere and Satan is bored at the lack of opposition.

Safi comes in to warn her not to get complacent.  Satan wanders off, saying she’s off to kill some time (and we all know what that means given that she has Luka-clone stashed away somewhere).

She invites Safi along!

Well well, seems like Satan is not as reluctant to share as Safi was.

Mmm, yes.  Now that’s what I call a sexy Bad End.  Luka-clone is sandwiched between the ginormous boobies of Safi and Satan.  It’s been a long road, Luka-clone buddy, with many painful and humiliating ends, but it was worth it.


Then Luka-clone spoils it by coming without Satan’s permission.

She asks Safi to punish us for our lack of control.  Oh well, I was surprised it didn’t happen last time around to be honest.  Finally Safi’s malleable dragon tail ends up in Luka-clone’s ass.

Focus on the big soft boobies smothering your face, Luka-clone.

Satan uses her magic to prevent another premature accident and they both give him a right proper fucking.

After a couple of monster ejaculations Luka-clone wonders if he’s going to die.  Satan tells him no way.  She likes her new semen slave.  She’s going to keep him around for hundreds, no thousands of years.  And this is bad because . . .

Mmm, I liked those scenes.  This might be because I’m very partial to demon girls with ginormous soft boobs.

If you want more hot succubi sandwiching helpless male victims, this little book is full of it (plus a five-succubi-on-one orgy.  I don’t believe in half measures when it comes to writing erotica).

Let’s see if the angelic duo can keep up the high standards.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Let's Play Violated Hero 5! part 12.

This is a continuation of the Violated Hero 5 playthrough I started here.  Now we’re onto the final world.  Please note Violated Hero 5 is a mucky hentai game, so if you’re too young to read about such things or easily offended by the smutty stuff, you should stop reading now.

Back to the game and Luka-clone knocks over the 9th boss, General Sweet.  Ariel, being the bloodthirsty little minx she is, tells Luka-clone to get a deathblow in before taking a breather.

By now we know that Luka-clone doesn’t roll that way.  General Sweet tries to take advantage by sighing in his ear.  That might have worked on useless Luka-clone ver 4.0, but this Luka-clone has a bit more of a spine than previous VH protagonists and turns her down.  General Sweet likes strong-willed men and agrees to his demands to stop oppressing the weak humans.  I think.  Auto-translation struggled with that conversation.

Now it’s back to the world tree.  There’s only one world left and from the silhouette the boss of that world looks to be Satan.

This leaves me wondering what happened to this girl.


Violated Hero follows a set formula now.  Ten minor boss characters and five major boss characters.  So far we’ve seen nine of the minor boss characters.  The one missing is the succubus with a blind fold.

Back at the world tree and Luka-clone is debating whether to continue.  Safi and Satan both kicked his ass with ease last time around.  Ariel doesn’t think he has enough power either.  Which makes me wonder what the point of this was in the first place – irritate the other world bosses and then leave it at that?  Luka-clone decides to go to the last world anyway as he’s a big dumb hero.

Before we go, the scene shifts to mystery Alice-clone with a silly hat.  She’s waiting for the worlds to lose balance and fulfil the conditions of a curse.  Sounds ominous.

Ariel takes us to the demon world and we’re welcomed by a mysterious voice that makes Ariel quake with fear.


Hey, what happened to the map bits?  Are we just going to get thrown into a boss fight here.

Oh, it’s the goddess Luna Tea.  No wonder Ariel is terrified.

And then we go to map selection and it’s off to the demon world we go.


The first stage has another bonus mini-boss to bash us into senseless pulp during the Bad Bad End.


The mooks are pretty little unicorn dark angels.  One has black feathers.  The other has white feathers and looks more angelic.


The mini-boss is another Lily.  Nope, I don’t know what she is either.


I throw the fight to see how bad the Bad End is and it’s sexy, surprisingly.  Lily knocks us down and is very happy we’re now nice and compliant.  Then cue some very suspicious squishy sounds.  Sounds like LIly is giving us a very sloppy blowjob.  It’s spoilt a little when her wings turn into a mouth and she starts swallowing our lower body.  At least she lets us come before eating us.

Um, I might have thrown this fight more than once.  The voice actress makes some deliciously filthy blowjob sounds.

Ahem.

That moment of weakness out of the way it’s time to continue Luka-clone’s epic quest.

Lily ver 2.0 gives an impressive 3 bonus points when defeated.  I continue my strategy of spreading everything equally as it seems to have worked out so far.

Onto the next stage and . . . uh oh . . . I sense a boss pile up in our future.


(Which makes me wonder again what happened to succubus with a blindfold.)

Here’s number one: Safi, Pissed Off Dragon Princess.  Oh, and she’s going to give us much more shameful treatment if she kicks our ass this time.  Better win, Luka-clone.  That tail is going to end up in a place you’d rather it didn’t if you lose.


This time the Sense Enemy attack isn’t greyed out, which means this is a normal boss fight.  Safi has a whopping 400 HP and it takes all of my MP in special attacks to bring her down.  Good job I took the time to grind through every level until it was 100% explored then.

That’s canon!Luka-clone, though.  Poor alt!Luka-clone has to take it for the team again to discover exactly which shameful acts Safi desires to punish us with.  Be brave, alt!Luka-clone!

Safi uses her tail as her feeler attack.  By wrapping it around our cock rather than using it as a suction tube for some reason.

After beating us Safi decides it would be a waste to kill us and decides to make us her subordinate.  Luka-clone refuses to betray humanity and says he’d rather die.  That doesn’t faze Safi.  She’s a dominatrix dragon girl.  Breaking Luka-clone into her personal manservant is her idea of fun.

And she starts by wrapping those big fluffy breasts right around our cock.  Um, I’m not sure the international guild of dominatrices would approve of this technique.


Although, from the descriptions, it sounds like Safi is some kind of Judo black belt in the art of paizuri.  Luka-clone’s cock gets the full treatment.  She threatens to draw out all of Luka-clone’s sperm until his balls shrivel up.  I don’t think she’s milked a VH protagonist before.  Their testicles contain hidden sub-dimensions full of oceans of sperm.

At the first ejaculation Safi goes wild over the smell and starts licking it off Luka-clone’s cock.  I’m wondering who’s breaking who here to be honest.

Then the art and descriptions diverge again as Safi starts giving Luka-clone a very sloppy blowjob.

The second part of Safi’s fiendish plan to break us in appears to involve fucking our brains out reverse cowgirl style.


Hey, works for me.

To avoid ending up as Safi’s personal manservant all Luka-clone has to do is hold on and not come.  Right, like that’s ever happening.

Splurt!

Enjoy your new life as Safi’s slave, Luka-clone.

As Safi is one of the five major bosses that means she gets an additional bonus hentai scene.  Before this there’s a little filler scene where Safi and Satan squabble over Luka-clone.  Safi isn’t in any mood to share her spoils and Satan doesn’t want to push the issue as she likes her subordinates to be strong-willed and ruthless.

Then the bonus third scene.  And here come the chains . . .


It’s Safi on top on her bed.  She does the usual VH trick of using magic to prevent us from coming until we beg for release.  Obviously it’s super-effective versus Luka-clone and he breaks in a big explosion of cum.  I think Safi likes her new pet.

I think you got off fairly lightly there, Luka-clone mate.  That could have been a lot worse.  No spiky dragon tails in the ass for starters.

I finally have competition this time around.  There’s this chapter here where Jackson falls to the wiles of a bubble-blowing dragon girl.  For anyone wondering what happened to that series, I will be getting back to it once I get some other projects out of the way (most notably Succubus Summoning 201).

Judging by the order of the silhouettes, I guess next time we’ll be taking on Satan, who probably isn’t the overall Big Bad if her fight appears this early.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Let's Play Violated Hero 5! part 9

This is a continuation of the Violated Hero 5 playthrough, which started hereViolated Hero 5 is a squicky hentai game, so the usual rules apply.  If you’re easily offended or underage, please leave now.

Last off we faced off against the mysterious Cura of the incubators, apparently given World 6 to use as her own personal breeding ground by the angels.  Luka-clone doesn’t get a chance to order her to stop harassing humans this time.  As soon as he beats her she melts right into the ground.  Once again I get the impression Luka-clone’s activities haven’t really caused any long-lasting change to this world.

Afterwards Safi, Pissed-Off Dragon Princess returns.  Our new companion?

Nope, she wants a fight.


Hey, no fair.  No Boss Rushes without giving me a chance to level up and recover HP in between.

It doesn’t matter as it’s another unwinnable boss fight.  0, 0, 0, and then how about we dish out 9999 right to your noggin.  That potion I took to restore both HP and MP beforehand was wisely used then.  Sigh.

After Safi kicks our ass Luka-clone lies on the floor and waits for the worse.  Safi doesn’t follow through and administer a coup de grace.  She thinks it’s unsporting considering the fight was right after a battle with the world boss.

I think I’ve figured out Luka-clone’s hidden power.  He looks so much like a helpless choirboy the big bads can’t bring themselves to finish him off.

Safi decides she should at least get something out of this.

That something being a footjob on Luka-clone.


Hmm, those claws look a little . . . ouch . . . uncomfortable.  This’ll restart the scaly paws threads on 4chan again.

And in comes her tail.  For a big suck.


When did dragon tails start doing that?  I suppose it’s better than it going in the ass, especially with those spikes.

Safi sucks harder and harder and asks us to grovel and beg for mercy.  (She could suck the cock right off.  Shush, Horror-head.  Stop getting ideas).

Luka-clone eventually faints.  Amazingly, Safi is all apologetic for going at it too hard.  Hmm, Ariel, you might not be the loopiest character in this game after all.

And talking of Ariel, Little Miss Loopy shows up right after Safi departs.  Ariel interrogates us as to how we got here.

It was a bad girl wot teleported us, Miss.  A bad girl with a snake tail and a silly hat.

Ariel starts talking about pizza, I think, which makes me think the auto-translation has gone haywire again.  She’s unhappy Luka-clone offed the boss of this world.  Um, I don’t think we really offed her.

Now it’s time to head off to the moth caves.


There are giant scorpions on the wall.  That can’t be good.

The mooks for this level are girls covered in piles of snakes.  No, the snakes don’t go away if you knock them down to half health, but you do get to see a nipple.


Oddly, the mooks have less HP than the sheep women from the last world.

We reach the end of the level and Luka-clone starts sneezing on moth powder.  Then the moth swoops down and we can guess what Luka-clone is fixated on.


Ariel berates him, telling us we should be used to this by now.  She slaps him out of vile temptations.  Or probably because she just enjoys slapping Luka-clone.

Moth girl’s name is Lapis and she’s probably the weirdest monster girl design for this installment of Violated Hero.  I have no idea what’s going on below the waist at all.  Overall VH5’s monster girl designs have been much more vanilla in comparison to the previous games.


Her feeler attack is a cutaway of some kind of tube with bobbles inside.

The bad end starts with a bit of paizuri while Luka-clone’s legs and arms are bound by her tentacles.  Lapis thinks Luka-clone is a little too nervous, so she starts exuding aphrodisiac honey from her skin.  This makes her breasts really slippery and Luka-clone is soon spurting cum in her face (she loves it, obviously).


The aphrodisiac honey sweat isn’t enough, so Lapis starts wrapping silk thread around us as well.

And keeps wrapping.

Scene two starts with Luka-clone all wrapped up in a cocoon.  Lapis has a feeler in there and is giving a Luka-clone a good suck.


Things get a little weird as she inserts the other end of the feeler into her pussy so she can syphon Luka-clone’s sperm into her.  Huh, having problems with the topology of that one.  No matter, she pumps her vaginal secretions down the pipe, drives Luka-clone into ecstasy and sucks up his cum as he ejaculates over and over.

VH5 is continuing to give me a thrashing in the comparison stakes.  No moth girl story in my extensive back catalogue unfortunately.  There is a spider-girl story where somebody gets cocooned in this collection, though (and that story doesn’t appear anywhere else).

Next time we get to see the first of the fan winners for VH5 as we head off to the realm of the mirror demon.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-9 Bubble Bother

We’re off into a strange combination of fetishes for Bab’s finishing move.  If it’s not your cup of tea I hope you at least get a few belly laughs at Jackson’s expense...


Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-9 Bubble Bother

Bab’s eyes twinkled.  She smiled.

“There’s just one final thing I want you to do for me,” she said.

Uh oh.

“Actually, it’s something I want to do to you.”

Triple uh oh.

“Mmm, all this... activity has put me in the mood for something really filthy.”

More Uh ohs than he could count.

Bab’s green eyes gleamed with lust.  “Bubblegum anal,” she said.

“Uh, okay, I guess,” Jackson said, really hoping the words wouldn’t return to bite him in the ass.

“Perfect,” Bab said with a breezy smile.

She stood up and there was a bounce in her step as she walked over to the small table standing next to the arcade machine.

“Don’t get up,” she called back.  “I’ll be right back.”

There wasn’t much chance of Jackson disobeying that request.  The bubbles imprisoning his hands and feet might have melted away, but he still felt as though he’d just finished a strenuous bout of gym exercise.  His body wanted a good lie down even though that was all he’d done for the last half hour or so.

Bab came back from the table and stood over him.  He noticed there was a pouch dangling from her left wrist that hadn’t been there before.

“So, about that help,” Jackson asked in a hopeful tone.  He looked up at her face through the rounded peaks of her breasts.

“Shh, this part is tricky,” Bab said.

She squatted down until her knees formed right angles.  A hand went down between her legs and rubbed along the lips of her sex.  Her eyelids drooped half-closed.  Her cheeks puffed in and out.  She lifted her tail and Jackson saw something emerge.

A brown something.

Eww, not scat, Jackson thought.

It wasn’t.  Not entirely.  It started to swell like a balloon and he realised it was another bubble.  Not that it made it any less yucky, considering where it had come from.

This had better be worth it, Jackson thought as the bubble expanded and enveloped his cock and balls.  Like before it felt soft, moist and stretchy, but there was also a noisome feeling to it, like the pleasure couldn’t quite override the disgust.

Not that his cock cared.  It swelled up and let the wet membrane engulf it.

Bab sat down as if the bubble was a space hopper.  The edges looked a little softer and gloopier for this bubble.  The colour, drab brown, also wasn’t in keeping with the vivid dayglo hues of the previous bubbles.

The other bubbles had smelt of sweet candy, Jackson thought.  Maybe this one was supposed to be chocolate.

It did not smell like chocolate.

Bab sat and wriggled her ass.  Jackson thought she was about to get her pneumatic on.  He was disappointed she hadn’t blown up another bed beneath him.  The floor was kind of hard.  Bab gave a couple of experimental bounces, but it was more like she manoeuvring to find a more comfortable position.

She leaned back, grabbed Jackson’s knees and lifted them up.  Her cheeks puffed in and out.  Jackson felt his hips and upper thighs lift up off the ground as the bubble inflated.  The soft membrane rolled down his thighs as Bab blew it bigger.

She switched position, this time leaning forward until her upper body was folded over his.  She grabbed his upper arms and leaned back, pulling his torso and head up off the ground with her.  He felt the advancing bubble membrane creep across his belly.  Beneath him it continued to swell—forming a cushion for first his buttocks and then expanding up under his lower back.  The elastic surface felt soft... squishy.  Just like a... no, best he didn’t pursue that line of thought.

“This is kind of gross,” Jackson said.

“It’s disgusting, I know,” Bab said, her green eyes shining.  “Getting this filthy really turns me on.”

Her cheeks puffed in and out.  The bubble continued to expand.  It rolled down past his knees in one direction and swelled up over his nipples in the other.  The bubble was getting as big as the one she’d trapped him in earlier, but this time the membrane was thicker.  Instead of Jackson slipping inside, the bubble swelled and deformed around him.  Bab gave a little grunt of exertion and the bubble grew until it engulfed everything of Jackson apart from his head.  Gentle pressure surrounded him and squeezed down on every part of his body.  Apart from a slightly icky squishiness it didn’t feel that bad.  Quite comfortable, actually.

“Whew, this is a hard finishing move to pull off,” Bab said as she paused to regain her breath.

“Uh?  Finishing move?” Jackson said, his eyes widening in alarm.

Bab bounced lightly on the brown bubble she’d cocooned Jackson in.  He felt waves of gentle force flow around his body.

“Yep.  Special moves are used during the fight.  Finishing moves are used afterwards for extra bonuses.  Just simple game terminology.  Nothing to worry about.”

Jackson was plenty worrying.  The bubble wrapped around him seemed to be getting tighter and tighter.  He couldn’t move his arms and legs.  It was like being slowly squeezed in an inflatable vice.

“Tight,” he squeaked.

“It’s meant to be tight,” Bab said, “just like anal sex.”

She playfully bounced on the bubble.  Waves of purple light washed across the translucent brown surface.  Jackson felt waves of warmth wash through his body and coagulate in his balls.

“And feel good,” she said, her voice low and husky, “just like anal sex.”

The bubble membrane squeezed up against and tugged on his erection with squishy suction.  That did feel good.  Really good.

“Uh yes.  Just lie back and let me give you a good squeeze,” Bab said with a husky sigh.

Her muscular thighs squeezed against the sides of the bubble.  The purple waves flowed with greater frequency.  Jackson felt a little screwy inside.  Loose.  Like everything that was him was tumbling down to concentrate at his crotch.  The last time he’d felt like this was when that succubus had used her tail to...  Oh fuck.

“Oh yes, I’m going to squeeze the good stuff out,” Bab said.  Her eyes were closed and her cheeks flushed red.

Oh you stupid fucking moron, Jackson thought.  She’d got him—tricked him and got him—and he’d let her do it, let her wrap him up in this bubble where he was trapped and helpless.  She was gathering his energies in his balls.  Getting him ready for her to fuck-suck out his soul.  The other succubus had tried to do that with her tail, had been about to fuck-suck him inside out, but the battle had ended first.  There was nothing to stop Bab, though.  She going to fuck-suck out his soul.

For real.

Jackson squirmed and writhed helplessly.  The sensations from his cock were crowding out everything else, as if the substance of his being was being torn down and added to an erection that was mushrooming up into a colossal tower.  Bab manipulated the bubble and the soft membrane squeezed him, caressed him, stroked him... urged him on with insistent suction.  She gave breathy sighs and grunts.  She pushed her heavy breasts out and they swayed with the motions of her body.  She cupped them and fondled the nipples.  Jackson was about to bubble over.  Bab rose up...

...and paused.

“Oh, that help,” she said.  “You need to find the Living Stone.  That’s the key to escaping the game universe.  Find that and you’ll find your way home.”

She sat down.  The bubble puffed out sideways.  Jackson felt the soft membrane squeezing all around his body.

He erupted.

It felt very much like coming himself inside out.

He twitched spasmodically inside the bubble as semen spurted from his throbbing cock.  A crazy racket of electronic bleeps blared out from the arcade machine.  Jackson’s hips bucked.  Pleasure whip-cracked through his body as his cock gushed...

...and gushed...

...and gushed...

...until Bab finally relaxed with a contented sigh.  The squeezing eased up and was replaced with a gentle rocking motion.  That odd empty feeling settled into Jackson.  All the colour seemed to have leached out of the world.  His ears felt clogged up with gum, with barely any sounds slipping through.  He couldn’t even smell the bubble anymore.

He was quite glad of that.

Bab opened the pouch dangling from her wrist.  She pulled out two silvery discs and pushed them between Jackson’s lips.  They tasted cold and metallic.  Coins?

Despite tasting and feeling like coins, the disks settled on his tongue and vanished.  As if they’d dissolved like a pill.  And like a pill, Jackson started to feel better.  The colour came back to the world and sounds returned to normal volume.

“I held a couple of credits back,” Bab said with a bright smile.  “You’re not an avatar.  Killing you would be permanent and I don’t want that.”

She leant over and kissed him on the forehead.

“Maybe we’ll meet up in one of the other games.”

She swished her tail round and whacked the bubble.  It didn’t burst, instead launching into the air like a beach ball with Jackson still stuck inside.  Bab blew him a kiss as he flew across the room.

“The Living Stone, don’t forget,” she called after him as Jackson sailed out of an open window.

* * * *

A forlorn-looking figure covered in evil-smelling gunk shambled into the village trailing puddles of brown gloop behind it.

“How went the battle with the dragon, sir?” a village guard asked.

“Could you point me in the direction of the nearest baths, please,” Jackson said.

Jackson in HRPG-World 4: Bubble Bother – END

Jackson will return in: “Jackson in HRPG-World 5: Lightning x Labyrinth x Lesbians.”

I’m not sure when the next one will go out.  I have a good idea of which game I’m going to be parodying and where the story is going to go, but I want to concentrate on getting a good chunk of Succubus Summoning 201 written first.

Sunday, May 05, 2013

Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-8 Bubble Bother

Hmm, lost the plot a little and ended up skipping last week.  Anyway, normal service is now resumed...


Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-8 Bubble Bother

Bab shifted position on top of him, turning around until her head was level with his.

“And how come all the succubus-type monsters seem to know this is a computer game?” he continued.

Bab ignored him.  She lowered her face until her nose brushed against his.  There was a big smile on her lips and her big green eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Fancy a bubblegum fuck?” she asked.

Jackson might, if he knew what one was.  Although he could take a good guess.

Bab lay on top of him and ground her mons against him.  The soft bubble-bed rocked and swayed with her motions.

“Hey,” Jackson said.  “You need to give me a chance to reload.  I’m not a porn star.  And they have to have all kinds of shit injected into their bollocks before they—”

Bab ignored him.  She sat up with her sex suspended above Jackson’s crotch.  She flexed her hips and Jackson watched as a pink bubble emerged from between the hairless folds of her sex.

Okay, so that was not a sight you saw every day, Jackson thought.  The ping-pong ball trick... for grandmasters.  Surprisingly kinky-looking as well.

And extremely kinky-feeling...

Jackson’s mouth formed an ‘o’ as the bubble expanded to envelop first his cock and then his balls in a sticky, stretchy membrane.

“Mmm, feels better than the one from my mouth, doesn’t it,” Bab purred.

Jackson didn’t disagree.  The membrane was thicker, softer, warmer, wetter—like how he imagined her pussy to be.  He should have been done.  Third time?  So soon?  Fugedaboutit.  Might as well hang up the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign; his cock was out for the count.  Then it was enveloped in a soft, elastic membrane.  His erection jerked back up and poked against the expanding bubble.  It was up like Lennox Lewis waiting for the bell to announce round three.

“I love a bubblegum fuck,” Bab said.

She bounced up and down on the bubble.  Jackson felt her motions travel through the membrane.  It felt like his hard-on was plunging back and forth into something warm, moist and tight.  He knew it wouldn’t be long before she had him coming again.

“Lets me get really pneumatic,” Bab continued.

Her heavy breasts swung back and forth as she bounced up and down faster and faster.  Jackson was bouncing too, caught between the big bubble beneath them and the one engulfing his crotch.

It really wouldn’t be long before he came again.

Then his cock was inside the bubble.  It was the same as before—the membrane gave way, his penis slipped through, but rather than bursting, the bubble sealed right up around his genitals.  Bab bobbed down and the swollen head of his erection brushed along the exposed groove of her sex.  She held herself there in a squat that kept the hidden depths of her vagina tantalisingly just out of reach.  Her legs rubbed along the outside of the bubble as she opened them wider.

“I shouldn’t be doing this, but fuck it, you’ve got plenty of credits,” Bab said.

Doing what, Jackson thought.

Bab opened her legs wider.  She closed her eyes and let out a soft erotic moan.  The pink membrane of the bubble was translucent enough for Jackson to see her labia gape open.  Something spilled out.  It looked like black smoke, or maybe an inky-black liquid made out of writhing shadows.  It cascaded down his hard-on and—

Oh fuck.

Jackson writhed on top of the swaying bubble-bed in helpless pleasurable torment.  Fingers.  It felt like fingers.  Lots of fingers.  Warm, skilful, sensual, oil-covered fingers.  They tapped, caressed, stroked down his shaft until his cock was rock-hard and twitching.

The sensation was amazing, but there was also a wrongness about it—corruption, violation, depravity.

Bab knew it too.  Her smile seemed almost apologetic.

Jackson tried to sit upright.

“No struggling,” Bab said.

She pursed her lips and blew out a purple bubble.  It reached the size of a football and then she let it go.  The bubble drifted over Jackson’s body in a woozy elliptical arc before coming down on his right hand.  Before he could push it off it fused with the bigger bubble beneath him, pinning Jackson’s hand and wrist to the bubble-bed.  A second bubble swallowed his left hand and two more settled over his feet.  He was spread-eagled and shackled to the bubble-bed as surely as if Bab had handcuffed him to the bedposts.

“Relax,” Bab said.  “It’s only going to be a little sex drain.”

“Sex drain?”

“It is what a succubus does to her victim,” Bab smiled.

“Succubus?  I thought you were a dragon,” Jackson said.

Bab’s cheeks reddened.  She put a hand to her mouth.  “Oops.  That was naughty of me.  We’re not supposed to break kayfabe.”

Before Jackson could ask her what she meant she opened her legs wider and more darkness cascaded out into the bubble.  Jackson’s head fell back.  It felt like the most experienced hooker in the world was performing every trick she knew on his exposed genitals.

“Mmm, let’s draw it out,” Bab said.

She slowly rotated her hips on top of the bubble, occasionally pressing down against Jackson.  He felt incorporeal fingers lightly stroke his scrotal sack and his body responded.  His balls swelled up from empty.  It felt like she was drawing his energies down into his scrotum until his testicles felt plump and swollen.

As good as it felt, Jackson wasn’t sure he liked where this was going.

Bab moaned in pleasure as she rocked on top of the bubble.  Her wings were extended and there was definitely a touch of the demonic to her appearance now.  The bubble between her legs was filled with inky black clouds.  It had started to pulse of its own accord.  Each throb felt like a warm, moist stroke up and down Jackson’s shaft.

He couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Mmm, yes,” Bab said.

She relaxed and sat down on the smoke-filled bubble.  The sides bulged out and kept bulging as the bubble seemed to breathe in.  Jackson felt the tug and couldn’t resist.  His hips bucked and he fired a torrent of semen into the swirling inky darkness.  The torrent became a white flood of bliss as a host of sinful sensations enveloped his genitals, encouraging more and more from him.

A series of strangled bleeps blared out from the arcade machine, like it was trying to play multiple copies of the same jingle simultaneously without the means to do so.

Bab gave a relaxed sigh of erotic contentment.  The bubble collapsed—imploded—as if her vagina had sucked the contents up into her body.  At the same time the bubble-bed beneath them gave out and started to deflate.  Jackson felt the heat of her body as Bab settled down on his upper thighs.  Scraps of gum still clung to his spent cock.  Another sigh, a little shiver running through her hips, and Bab sucked those back up into her.

Okay, yeah, that was a lot more impressive than the ping-pong ball trick, Jackson thought.  Or rather tried to think.  His head felt as scrambled as if he’d just bitten down on a live power cable.

Bab sucked on her fingers as if savouring a fine meal.

“Delicious,” she said.  “Absolutely delicious.”

Nothing had gone near her mouth this time.

“So that story about being forced to build a maze in order to find a prospective mate, how true was it?” Jackson said.  He felt a little out of breath.

“I might have made some of it up,” Bab said, grinning.  “It’s hard.  We don’t get as many roles in games now.  We have to be a little more... creative.”

“Who’s we?”

“Shhh,” Bab said.  “I’ll get into trouble.”

Jackson wanted to scream: ‘With who?’ but he didn’t have the energy.

“I like you,” Bab said.  She tickled his chest.  “I could keep you here forever, but that wouldn’t be right.  You want to get out of the game world?  I can help you.”

As floored—literally, the giant bubble beneath them had fully deflated—as Jackson felt, his ears pricked up.

“You can?”

Bab’s eyes twinkled.  She smiled.

“There’s just one final thing I want you to do for me,” she said.

Uh oh.

“Actually, it’s something I want to do to you.”

Triple uh oh.

“Mmm, all this... activity has put me in the mood for something really filthy.”

More Uh ohs than he could count.

Bab’s blue eyes gleamed with lust.  “Bubblegum anal,” she said.

to be concluded...

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-7 Bubble Bother

Bab shows off some more bubblegum tricks as the tale heads off to XXX-rating...


Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-7 Bubble Bother

“Shh,” Bab said.  “It’s your turn.”

She wiggled her crotch in his face to indicate what she meant by ‘his turn’.

“Now put that tongue out and give my pussy a good licking.  If you’re good I’ll reward you with some bubblegum 69.”

She smiled back at him and blew a little pink bubble before snapping the gum back into her mouth.  Jackson’s cock twitched at the sound.

Bab bucked her hips down, pushing her sex into Jackson’s face and bouncing his head off the elastic membrane beneath them.  Anyone would think she was trying to hint at something.

She let her full weight rest on Jackson’s face, burying his mouth and nose in the musky folds of her sex.  She giggled and wiggled her ass, pushing Jackson’s head around as she ground her pussy against his face.

Okay, okay, I get it.

He was a new man.  He knew when to reciprocate when it was expected of him.  Fair’s fair.

He stuck his tongue out and ran it along the hairless groove of her sex.  He used it to tease the swollen flanges of her labia.  He lifted his head up and kissed the opening to her sex.  His tongue slithered up and dabbed against her clitoral hood.

Any doubts on whether she liked that were answered swiftly as her body stiffened in pleasure and she clamped his head between her thighs.

“Oh yes,” she sighed.

She blew a stream of warm air that tickled over his penis.  After blowing a big load into her bubblegum blowjob Jackson thought that was it from his trouser department.  Apparently his second head had other ideas.  It twitched and started to mushroom upwards in an erection.

Jackson delved deeper into the moist crack of her vagina, his tongue wriggling and lapping.  She tasted like sweet bubblegum.  He supposed that shouldn’t have surprised him too much.

Then it was his turn to stiffen in pleasure as Bab blew another bubble that enveloped his cock and bobbed against his balls.  She puffed her cheeks and the warm elastic membrane throbbed pleasantly around his penis.  Jackson’s semi turned into full and throbbing in a matter of moments as blood flowed to his crotch with a speed that left him feeling a little dizzy.

Jackson sighed into her pussy.  Wanting to keep pace, he probed and licked with his tongue, causing shudders to run through her body.

A bead of pre-cum dribbled from the tip of his penis.  It melted through the bubble membrane and then his whole cock was inside.  He felt her warm breath tickle against his exposed skin and cascade down the shaft.  The interior of the bubble was hot and humid.  It felt like a sauna just for his penis.

He shivered with pleasure as he felt her exposed lips kiss the swollen helmet of his erection.  She pursed them and blew a little bubble that enclosed his glans before popping.  The pop sent a shot of pleasure down Jackson’s shaft that ricocheted through his body.  It was the first of many and he writhed uncontrollably beneath her as each pleasurable burst rattled through him.

Jackson redoubled his efforts with his tongue.  Let’s see if I can make you come first, he thought.

He didn’t fancy his chances considering Bab appeared to know some kind of leet bubblegum-fu sex art, and was applying it mercilessly to his defenceless cock.  He pushed his face up into her groin and probed deeper with his tongue.  Bab’s body tensed as though she was on the brink of orgasm.

Maybe...

Her body relaxed.  Her pussy dilated and a pink stretchy membrane ballooned out into his face.  Tasted like bubblegum too, he thought.  It didn’t dissolve or break like bubblegum, though.  The membrane was far thicker.

That was the rational part of his brain.  The other part was screaming: She can blow bubbles out of there!

He knew it was wacky videogame physics where anything could happen, but really.

The bubble expanded out into his face like an airbag made out of soft latex.  The stretchy membrane clung tightly to his face.

That was when he noticed he couldn’t breathe.

Suffocated by a bubble blown out of a dragon girl’s vagina would have sounded comical had he not been the one currently struggling to pull air into his burning lungs.  The sticky membrane covered his mouth and nose.  His nostrils were filled with the sweet scent of bubblegum and the musky odour of sex, but no air.

Bab giggled as she bounced on the bubble.  It was as if she was sitting on his face, but he didn’t get a respite—or air—whenever she lifted her hips for another bounce.  The cloying sweet membrane covered his air passages as thoroughly as if she’d put a plastic bag over his face.  He squirmed and bucked in a fruitless attempt to find oxygen.

Bab blew another bubble around his cock.  This one was warm, and moist.  It rolled down his shaft and it felt like he was pushing up into a tight vagina with soft, fleshy walls.  To his oxygen-deprived brain it felt like there were two girls—one riding his cock, the other his face.

Her cheeks moved in and out as she alternated between sucking and blowing.  The bubble enveloping his penis squeezed and squished against him.  Jackson tensed up as a familiar precursor to release thrummed through his nerves.  He passed out at the same time his hips bucked upwards and he erupted within the pulsing bubble.

He opened his eyes to the sight of Bab noisily sucking the remainder of the deflated gum off his cock.  She looked up and smiled at him with bright green eyes.

“That was a big one,” she said while chewing on the gum.  “Men always put out a lot when their breath is taken away.  I wonder why that is.”

“You nearly killed me,” Jackson complained.

Bab shook her head.  “In this game universe you’re subject to the same rules as any other avatar.  You can’t ‘die’ while you still have lives and credits remaining.”

She closed her eyes and savoured the gum like a food critic at their favourite five-star restaurant.

“Mmm, you really are tasty,” she said.  “It’s because you’re real rather than virtual.  Really magnifies the flavour.”

“So they keep saying,” Jackson said sardonically.

“You should be careful,” Bab said.  “If the other girls find out they might be tempted to carry you off and keep you forever.”

“What is it with all the sperm-sucking anyway?” Jackson asked.  “I thought you were a dragon, not a succubus.”

Bab shifted position on top of him, turning around until her head was level with his.

“And how come all the succubus-type monsters seem to know this is a computer game?” he continued.

Bab ignored him.  She lowered her face until her nose brushed against his.  There was a big smile on her lips and her big green eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Fancy a bubblegum fuck?” she asked.

to be continued...

Saturday, April 06, 2013

Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-5 Bubble Bother

Bab leads floats Jackson up to her bedroom for a little foreplay.


Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-5 Bubble Bother

He pushed ineffectually at the elastic walls.  Through the translucent membrane he saw Bab looking up at him with an impish smile on her full lips.

You really walked into this one, Jackson thought.

The bubble continued to float up higher.  Jackson’s options at this point were rather limited, imprisoned as he was within the sphere.  A hamster in one of those plastic balls could at least pick a direction to run in.  All Jackson could do was push his hands out against the rubbery membrane like a convict clutching bars.

Bab gave him a little wave and walked back up the curved staircase.  Jackson floated up with her on the other side of the room.  The bubble followed a preset path and rose up past a balcony and into what looked like a sumptuous bedchamber.  Really fancy.  Like something out of a period drama—all frills and elegant furnishings.

Apart from the arcade cabinet standing against a wall with its electronic guts strewn out of one of the side panels.  That didn’t belong at all.  Naked girls with scales, wings and a tail were not exactly a regular sight in Downton Abbey either.

Bab sat a fancy white Regency table and nonchalantly filed a nail.  Or rather claw.  She held up a stiletto-tipped finger and blew on the nail.  If this had been a cartoon Jackson suspected there’d have been an exaggerated glint of light to emphasise the pointyness.  Bab looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.

Jackson didn’t like that smile at all.

He struggled in another ineffectual attempt to burst out of the bubble.  It drifted slowly across the bedroom, about five or six feet off the ground.  Bab stood up and walked over to meet the bubble in the centre of the room.  Still smiling that impish smile, she held up a single pointed fingernail and let the bubble drift into it.

The bubble popped.

Jackson somersaulted out of the popped bubble as if flung by catapult.  The world shifted again, only this time it felt like he’d had lost a dimension rather than the world around him.  He felt like he was a paper cut-out.  And blue, oddly.  Blue like a cartoon character coming out of a frozen lake, although he didn’t feel any cold.

He ricocheted off the walls and ceiling.  Bab tracked his progress as he bounced around the room.  She bent down and blew another bubble, orange this time.  Jackson’s spinning form fell into the bubble and it flattened out like one of those airbags movie stuntmen dive off buildings into.

Ugh.  Jackson felt proper sick.  He felt like he’d experienced every ride at Alton Towers simultaneously.  His stomach was not in a happy place.

It wasn’t the only part of him struggling.  He lifted up his arms and saw he was flickering in and out of existence like a hologram with a faulty battery.

Worrying.

Bab’s smiling face and expressive wide eyes appeared over the side of airbag bubble.

Even more worrying.

She reached over and buried a claw-tipped hand right into his flickering chest.

Let’s just say the mercury had burst right out of the top of the worry thermometer on that one.

There wasn’t any pain, which was really surprising as her hand had vanished up to past the wrist and was rummaging around inside his rib cage.  Jackson was fairly sure that should at least sting, but he couldn’t feel a thing.  Bab continued to grope around as if rooting for treasure.

And treasure she found.  Jackson’s eyes widened as she pulled a handful of gold coins out of his chest.  Where the hell had they come from?

Bab’s green eyes lit up.  “Ooh, that should keep us going for a while,” she said.

Jackson didn’t really catch that.  He was currently stuck in a full-on weirdilepsy fit.  The picture had gone wrong, as if all the colour had drained out of the world to be replaced with shades of black and white.  The sound was fucked up too, like he was hearing everything through ears filled with cotton wool.

Bab walked over to the ancient arcade machine that looked completely out of place amongst the opulent furnishings.  Jackson heard electronic bleeps as Bab fed the coins into the machine.

“I hacked the game,” Bab called back at him.  “I was fed up of men flickering out and vanishing the moment they lost their last life.  It was annoying.  To get all hot and wet and then, poof, they’re gone.  So...”

She stabbed down on a button.  The machine burbled out an electronic jingle.

“...I added a continue option.”  Smiling ear to ear, she looked back at Jackson.

The queasy insubstantial feeling left him.  Jackson held up his arm and saw it was solid again.  His vision and hearing returned to normal, well normal for being trapped in a virtual world made out of pixels.  He struggled out of the deflating orange airbag and stood back up.

Bab dropped some leftover coins onto a table next to the arcade machine.  She crouched down around the other side and plugged something in.  Then she retrieved a piece of bubblegum from the bowl on the table, undid the wrapper and popped it into her mouth.  She chewed on the gum and blew out a pink bubble.  A normal-sized one this time, not like the weather-balloon-sized one that had swallowed up Jackson before.  She ran a hand over the pink surface as if lightly caressing a breast.

“Hmm, yes,” she said after sucking the gum back into her mouth.  “I think you’ll like how that feels.”

Jackson was wondering why he wasn’t already halfway down the stairs behind him.  He suspected it had something to do with her naked breasts.

And a certain ‘quick screw’ comment.

“I’ve been looking forward to this for a while,” Bab said.  “Not many gamers frequent these parts nowadays and the ones that do are a little...well...beardy.”

“Beardy?”

“Old and nerdy,” Bab elaborated.  “Oh, they’re sweet enough, but they don’t really get a girl’s motor purring, if you know what I mean.”

Jackson did.  Bab’s expression was positively filthy.

Bab walked around him, looking up and down his naked body.  He knew he’d been doing exactly the same a few moments ago, but he hadn’t been so gratuitous about it.

“And I do?”  he said.

If Jackson had a body that ‘got a girl’s motor purring’, it was the first he’d heard of it.  College and university would have gone a lot easier with this knowledge.

“Of course,” Bab said.  “You’re real.  Flesh.  That’s incredibly rare in here.”

Uh-oh.  Things usually turned very bad when game characters noticed that.

“Oh, is that the time?  I really must be—”

Bab crouched down in front of him and grabbed his cock.

That was stepping backwards out.  Not unless he wanted to leave his dick behind, and that wasn’t an option as far as Jackson was concerned.

Bab snapped gum between her full lips.  She looked up at him with her deep green eyes.

“Have you ever had a bubblegum blowjob?” she asked.

to be continued...