Jackson in HRPG-World 04

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.

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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's 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 green eyes gleamed with lust. "Bubblegum anal," she said.

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"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 was 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.