Careless Walks in Intedrik

For anyone even slightly familiar with the online game Aion, everything will be quite easy and understandable. For others, a brief explanation. In the world of Aion, there are two warring races. These are the Elyos (throughout the story I might call them "nya" or "chickens") and the Asmodians ("negers" or "slaves"). Each race has its own territory, but sometimes we run around on each other's land.

Server: Delika, Race: Asmodian, Class: Cleric, Name: Holyblood

Being a level 55 Asmodian and always the much-needed support, I got involved in some attack quest (attack quests are conducted on enemy territory). Wandering in the third alliance, and periodically healing my comrades, we were killing some

fanatics and sleepwalkers. Not a big fan of walking on others' territory, I didn't interfere much when a pack of "nya" ran into us. We quickly took them down, and they weren't particularly eager themselves. Their wings are white, their brains are chicken-like, all they do is stay near the guards and hide their asses. I hate them, you can't talk to them normally; if they're not fighting, but just watching from afar and sitting in the trade chat, they only say nasty things, nothing sensible to say... And so all the fortresses of Arethura are theirs, and they even visit Brusthonin with high levels, not letting us level up normally. At most, we let loose on them in Deradekon (a ship with a bunch of elite enemies), although even there luck isn't always on our side. In short, sometimes we get it full-on. Staring at one of the mobs, I started enthusiastically hitting it, when a purple name lit up on the horizon. That's it, daddies and mommies of the "nya" we took out came running. Purple names indicate higher levels.

A red Elyos name — our level within — 9 levels. A purple enemy name, meaning 10 levels above us. And that's already not good, because there were about 6 of them.

We stood in defense, but where could we go? Two Sorcerers, a Gladiator, two Templars, and an Assassin were running towards us.

When I came to, I saw emptiness next to me, looked around — seemed like no one. Apparently, they got tired of waiting and just ran off to do their own quests. I resurrected and realized I was definitely alone, all the other alliances had bailed too. Carefully, looking around, I ran to a hill and started hitting a mob.

And then a sharp drop in the HP bar. A damn Assassin from invisibility threw seals and I stood there like a fool, paralyzed by just a couple of hits. Immediately, the Gladiator threw Air Shackles on me and I, weakened, fell to 10% of my life bar.

And that's when the real fun began... Since when did I start understanding the language of the "nya"?

— "Well, shall we finish her off and run?" — asked the Gladiator, polishing his spear with a Tahabata skin.

I spat in his face. He wiped the spit off with a stone face and waited for the Sin's answer.

— "Feisty little negress... What should we do with her? Bro, we're both AP-geared to +15, and with her, a lot of interesting things could be done..." — the Assassin carefully stroked my neck with his blade.

— "Screw you, damn chickens..." — I hissed — "Your wings might be white, but your thoughts are dirtier than the poisoned water in Brusthonin!"

— "Are slaves always going to be such rebels, I'm sick of it already..." — the Gladiator wanted to finish me off, but the Assassin stopped him.

— "I understand your feelings. But maybe you'll consider my proposal. She's pretty in figure and face, well, take a look..." — his Sin asked him.

As for me, bailing would have been better.

— "Well, what are you waiting for, Gladiator, finish her off!" — I yelled, lying under the Sin... I really didn't want to be stripped and raped.

The Gladiator sat down next to the Assassin.

— "And you're right, she's pretty..." — he snatched the dragon diadem from my head — "Feisty, though. But I think we'll find something to shut her mouth with" — the Gladiator smiled, running his hand through my hair.

— "Take your chicken paws off me, I'll bite them all off..."

— "I wouldn't rush to conclusions, Asmo... Ah, your name is Holy... Cute name."

— "Assassin, you shouldn't be so smart" — I began, while he cut through my Phantom Shadow armor.

Apparently, they wanted to undress me before I finished my sentence, because the fabric immediately crunched, the chainmail was broken, and I appeared before them completely naked. The grayish skin on my cheeks flushed, my blue eyes closed in shame.

— "Look, look how she's blushing" — laughed the Gladiator, putting down his spear. — "Sin, hold her a little longer..." — He ran his hand over my bare legs.

— "Alright, I'll hold her..." — agreed the Assassin and, sitting at my head, pulled down his pants and began stroking his member above my face... — "I think, having caught you, we have the right to have some fun with you in exchange for your life?"

Too bad in this state I can't use "Return", and they don't seem to intend to kill me.

— "Come on, baby, take it in your mouth, caress it with your little tongue," — the killer slapped my cheeks with his manhood.

— "Seize the moment" — laughed the Gladiator and suddenly thrust several fingers into my womb, making me gasp in pain, as the killer's cock was already visiting my mouth...

— "Suck, Holy, just be careful, don't hit it with your teeth, otherwise I'll find a way to have some good fun with you," — the Assassin lightly scratched the tip of his dagger against my stomach, while the Gladiator's fingers were busy in my pussy. This brute was rubbing my crotch unceremoniously and somewhat carelessly.

Apparently, the Gladiator didn't plan to lag behind his friend, and soon his phallus was aimed at me, or rather, at my tight little hole. I was honestly scared of him. He was about twice my size and trying to shove something like that into me? He'd just tear me in two...

I carefully sucked the killer's cock... The Assassin was a bit taller than me and of normal proportions; if he were alone, I might have done him. But his dagger, tickling my stomach with its blade, and the Gladiator who didn't take his eyes off me were frightening. One on one, I could have taken the Gladiator, but the Master of Shadows was here too — in short, a closed circle for me, and an untilled field of action for them.

— "Relax, Asmo, it'll only hurt more if you tense up..." — warned the Gladiator.

He spat on my crotch, smeared the saliva slightly over my labia, and began slowly pushing his member into me.

It was painful and shameful, but also pleasant. If the Asmodians saw me, they'd execute me themselves for this, and the first candidate to carry out my punishment would be our Legate. I just lay there, moaning with every movement of the Gladiator, and he couldn't even get half of it inside me, and I was sucking off the Assassin with pleasure. Everyone had already forgotten about the feud and was just rapturously indulging in sinful activity.

I felt all the veins on the Assassin's shaft tense up and warm, viscous Elyos semen flowed into my throat. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and dumped the remnants on my face.

— "Look at that, she likes it," — the Gladiator let go of my hands, and I immediately shut him up with a kiss.

— "Just don't lick off my sperm, okay" — laughed the Assassin, once again forcefully driving his cock into me. I arched from the pain for a second. Two cocks were rubbing inside me through the thin partition between my vagina and rectum. Holy Asphodel, I'm just going to die from pleasure right now, right here, on top of the Gladiator and under the killer.

Then the Gladiator growled and poured a hot stream into me; it was far from weak, because I clearly felt it hit my uterus and flood everything there. The killer pulled me off the Gladiator, slipped out of my ass, and drove into my pussy; after the Gladiator, it was easier there, and with the fast speed characteristic only of Assassins, he began ramming my pussy and also came inside me. I came at the same moment he did.

I woke up next to the glowing computer screen with the message "connection to server lost." My character in the background lay proudly with wings folded in a post-mortem state. The resurrection action had ended 15 minutes ago...

That's it, I need to quit online games and my terrible lack of real-life action, otherwise I'm already dreaming of being raped by "nya" and my panties are soaked through after erotic nightmares, you could practically wring them out...