Chapter 60: Chapter 60 : Craziness Mid game**
Jax landed hard on the broad, dark back of Grumjaw the gorilla beast. Before he could even get his bearings, Lyra was on him. She swung a leg over his hips, her weight pinning him down. It was a clear sign that she was in charge.
Her pack of beasts watched silently. Valkrygor stood with its arms crossed and Marrow Dancer swayed, its eyes fixed on Lyra with a strange respect.
’So this is her pack’, Jax thought. ’Bonded because they’re all twisted they’re all similar. How predictable.’
Without a word, her hands went to the hem of her skirt. She pulled the fabric up slowly, revealing her powerful thighs until it bunched at her hips.
A strip of black lace strained against her skin, her panties hugging the full mound of her sex. The fabric was stretched tight, a thin barrier over her heat.
"System’s being a prude," she stated, tugging at the waistband. "I can’t remove these. But you can ignore them. Pretend they aren’t even there."
Jax’s breath caught. His eyes were locked on the sight, on the way her folds were pressed clear against the lace.
He opened his mouth to speak, but her hand fisted in his hair and yanked his head forward. His face was slammed into the heated cradle of her hips. He felt her other hand hook the lace, pulling it aside to create a narrow gap.
His lips met bare, slick skin. There was no scent, a sterile VR thing, but the feeling was real: warm, parted folds, and the hard nub of her clit against his mouth.
"Taste me, Jax," she commanded, her voice rough. "Make me feel something real through all this coded bullshit."
For a second, he froze. ’Lick what? There’s no wetness, no taste.’
Lyra growled with impatience. She shook her hips, a demanding grind that forced his mouth deeper. The lace dug into his cheeks. "Don’t think," she snarled. "Just. Do."
Jax let his tongue dart out. He gave a slow, flat stroke from the bottom of her slit to the top. There was no flavor, only the drag of his tongue. He focused on her clit, flicking it in light, rapid circles. A sharp tremor ran through her thighs, clamping against his head.
"Ahh... yes," she moaned, her head tilting back. "Faster now. Deeper."
He obeyed, his tongue plunging into her entrance in shallow thrusts. He worked her inside, then went back to her clit with quick, hard flicks. Her hips began to buck against his face, matching his rhythm. "Nngh—right there! Don’t stop!"
But it wasn’t enough. Her hands slid to the back of his head, fingers locking in his hair. She pulled, forcing his face completely into her. His nose was buried deep in her heat, his mouth sealed against her flesh. The world became a muffled, suffocating darkness.
[Oxygen Low - VR Breath: 20%]
A phantom panic flared in his chest. His simulated lungs burned. It Needed to breathe. He clawed at her thighs, pushing back with all his strength. It was like pushing against stone. She held him fast, her moans turning into a possessive chant—"Mmm! Stay there!"—her hips grinding to smother him deeper.
He braced his arms and shoved hard. For a split second, her grip slipped. It was all he needed. Jax wrenched himself free, his head popping back as he gasped for air.
Lyra looked down at him, panting. "Isn’t this the best part I mean I really would have enjoyed if I was you."
Jax wheezed, his face flushed. "The best part? I was about to black out."
She chuckled. "Nah. Your real fun is just beginning."
Her hands went to his zipper, wrenching it down. She shoved his pants to his thighs. His cock sprang free—thick, hard, and eager. She looked at it with pure hunger. "My turn to ride."
Straddling him, her panties still pulled to the side, she gripped the base of his shaft and positioned him.
Then she sank down. The head of his cock breached her—a tight, dry grip parting for him. Inch by inch, she took his length. Then, her hand moved lower. She grabbed one of his balls, squeezing and guiding it through the same stretched entrance, popping it in beside his shaft. A bizarre, impossible stretch seized him.
"Ahh—fuck!" Jax arched his back. A ball, too? The game’s anatomy is broken.
The other ball followed—a firm tug, a push—and his entire sack was crammed inside her, buried alongside his cock. Her inner walls clamped down on the impossible fullness. The pressure on his shaft and his mashed balls was a sensory overload.
Lyra came undone instantly. She rode him with a wild, glitching frenzy. His upward-curving cock was driven on a wrong, straight path, pressing hard high up inside her. With her final, brutal drop, it didn’t just press—it punched through. Not her cervix, but some deeper, warmer pocket. Her gut. The devs didnt consider this thing, the crazyness of granny their body wasnt programmed for these things.
A bulge bloomed against her lower abdomen, the clear outline of his cockhead pressing out from the inside.
"Hihi," she giggled, slapping her palm against the distended flesh. "The devs tried to nerf our freedom? Watch me hack it back."
She rode him like a woman possessed. Her hips were pistons, and the bulge in her belly went wild. At first, it was like gentle kicks from a baby inside. Then it became something brutal: a full, monstrous swell like a child born with the thor’s hammer below, the outline of his cock and sack etched huge and throbbing against her skin. Her screams echoed—"Ahhhh! Nngh! Deeper! Wreck me!"—her face a mask of bliss.
Jax gripped the firm flesh of her ass, matching her frantic bounces. Then, a soft chime.
[Devotion Points +2]
He thought ’Wait I can farm points in this fake world too, that’s awesome’.
But then he realized that farming with lyra was almost impossible in real world as she was too wild but here with 0.1% she would barely feel my effort.
His eyes flicked to her status bar.
[HP: 97%].
A 3% drop. She was too lost to notice.
’Where did that damage come from? The pain? The glitch? ’ The realization hit him. Of course. My new weapon. My temporary third beast. This cock. I just need to rack up the glitches and drop her health to zero.
As she slowed, shifting her weight, he saw his chance. "Lyra," Jax said, his voice firm. "My turn. Let me drive."
She paused, her eyes narrowing. Then it melted into amusement. "I do love being on top or dominate. But for you? It’s a deal."
She lifted off him with a wet, sucking sound. She flipped over, presenting her ass high in the air. The doggy-style pose was pure sin: knees spread wide, back arched, her pussy clean and glistening. Her belly hung soft and empty, waiting.
"Claim it, Jax," she breathed. "Be rough."
He moved behind her, his knees bracketing hers. He positioned the tip at her stretched entrance and shoved forward, reclaiming his place in one brutal motion.
Inches slid home, his balls cramming in after. The familiar curve rammed deep, and the bulge in her stomach fired to life once more—the tip punching upward, the sack a lower, dragging swell.
"Ahhhh—yes!" She shoved back hard, her ass smacking against his thighs. "Pound me! Make it count!"
He did. His thrusts built from deep ruts to hammering slams. The bulge in her belly danced a violent ballet: his cock outline thrusting high, his sack pulsing low. Each powerful hit was a monster’s kick, her flesh rippling. Her moans fractured into pleasured sobs—"Nngh! Fuck—it’s alive inside me!"
[DP +1]
She thrashed, blind to her steadily dropping health bar—[HP: 69%]. She was too lost to care.
A few more. Just a few more, Jax thought. He hammered into her, the bulge peaking, her belly a throbbing, obscene dome.
Her hand suddenly snaked back between her legs, her fingers snagging his balls from behind, even though they were buried deep. She squeezed—a signal to halt. Then—gok—her mouth took his cock in a deep, sideways throat, the bulge of his length mapping a path down her neck. All nine inches disappeared into her, her mouth stretched wide.
[HP: 92%] — A notification for his own health, a minor dip.
She held him there, her throat milking him, before she spat him out with a gasp. "My juggernaut. Come here."
Valkrygor stepped forward. Its massive hands were precise. It locked onto her, one hand enveloping her left arm and leg, the other gripping her right. It hoisted her slightly into the air—splaying her body, lifting her pussy to the perfect height for Jax. She was a gift, unwrapped and presented.
"Claim your gift," she breathed, her gaze burning over her shoulder. "Santa’s special delivery."
Jax gripped her thighs. He shoved forward, burying himself to the root in one violent motion, deep past all barriers. The bulge in her stomach erupted instantly: the tip punching upward, the sack swelling the base.
"AHHHHH!" The scream that tore from her was laced with pain, but her eyes blazed with ecstasy. [DP +2]
He railed into her, his thrusts a relentless, pounding rhythm that sent the bulge into a frenzy. It shifted from sharp kicks to full, punching impacts. She bucked and writhed in Valkrygor’s unyielding grip, her moans broken—"Yes! Wreck it! Nngh! More!"
[DP +1]
Valkrygor synced with her, a mind-link flashing. ’Squeeze. Amplify him.’
The beast tightened its grip—a crushing pressure that translated her pushes into body-wracking earthquakes. Each of Jax’s slams now came with added force, making the bulge explode against her insides. Her belly domed to an obscene degree.
[DP +2]
[DP +1]
[HP: 35%]. The redline was approaching. "God—I’m loving this wreck," she gasped, her belly rippling. "After I win this bet... I’ll challenge Jennifer for this game to have it for me and make the setting according to me and Jax—you and me? We’ll be king and queen here."
He remained silent, his focus on that final 2%. One last, brutal shove—balls-deep, the tip delivering a core-punch that felt final.
"Wh—"
A digital fizzle. She was gone, vanished in mid-syllable. Her avatar burst into light particles. Her beasts dissolved around them. Grumjaw—poof—disappeared beneath him.
The drop was instant. Jax tumbled through empty air, his body weight landing crushingly on his own sensitive sack. Thud-crunch.
[HP: 25%]
A pained groan escaped his lips as he lay in the dirt. "Tch... a glitchy win is still a win."