by Eden Redd
“Stay here. I’ll get us a room,” Karen smiled as she let go and walked toward the front office.
The wind picked up and Morgan tried to enjoy its caress. A nagging thought touched his mind before he turned to the ocean, stars shining across the sky. A vibration ran down his spine as he felt the familiar feeling he was being watched. Glancing about, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from but it was there, tingling his senses. Eyes narrowing, he searched the dark waters until the feeling mysteriously disappeared.
“I have a key, room 1313,” Karen said with an excited grin as she appeared out of nowhere.
Morgan snapped out of it and nodded before Karen grabbed his hand. Pulling him along, the pair made their way deeper along the wooden walkways until they reached their room with the numbers 1313 on the door. Karen wasted no time, inserting the metal key into the lock and giving it a twist.
The door slammed open and the pair nearly fell inside. Karen closed the door and locked it, pressing her back to the hard wood and eyeing Morgan. The player took in the room with its simple wide bed, a lamp in the corner, a chair and a flat screen TV on the wall. As he turned around, Karen was on him. Lips touched with a fiery edge as hands grabbed his butt. Morgan was lost to her touch as he quickly realized this was going to happen.
Karen pulled away and looked to Morgan, “I like being dirty. You want to be dirty with me?”
Before Morgan could respond, Karen broke away and walked toward the TV. Picking up the remote from a small table, she hit the power button and pressed a channel. The flat screen blinked on and several naked people were caught in the middle of the act. Moans and gasps poured from the TV as Morgan stood, caught watching the carnal embraces. The lamp in the corner turned off and only the glow of porn illuminated the room.
“I could tell by the way you moved you like to be dirty,” Karen whispered as she sauntered closer.
Morgan looked to Karen as a woman moaned loudly on screen. A sinister gleam touched her eyes. The shadows in the room writhed to the bodies on the flat screen. Morgan’s thoughts began to swim as he tried keep it together. Karen pressed her hands to his chest and glided down. The heat in the room exploded and the player found his clothes restricting. When Karen’s hands touched the bulge in his pants, she cupped him, running fingers along his straining manhood.
“Make me your fuck slave. I only want to please,” Karen hissed as she began to undress.
Morgan watched as she let pieces of clothing fall away while a woman on screen gave muffled moans, a cock in her mouth and another between her legs. Big breasts bounced as each man invaded her. To the woman’s side, another woman was on her knees, gasping as she was pounded from behind. The eerily dirty mood infected Morgan as he couldn’t push it away anymore. It touched his heart, filling it with heated desire. Looking to Karen, whose clothes lay in a puddle around her as she stood in only flowery panties. Breasts defied gravity as nipples hardened into points. Warm skin glowed in the porn light. Fingers sliding down her covered womanhood, she pressed against herself, a small moan falling from her parted lips.
Morgan realized he was still dressed. Hands moving on automatic, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. Karen looked at his chest, eyeing the dragon tattoo over his heart and rubbing herself a little faster. She eyed him like a piece of meat, biting her lip as she pleasured herself.
Hands touching his belt, Karen fell to her knees before him and brushed away his hands. Wet fingers worked, undoing his belt and pulling down his zipper. When the pants opened up, something hard begged to be free. Karen moaned her delight as fingers pulled down his underwear and his manhood bounced out, veins raised along the shaft.
“Yir would be pleased,” Karen said before letting her tongue scoop his throbbing head into her open mouth.
Morgan let out a low moan of his own, despite the cryptic words she uttered. Karen ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, lips tight. The tickle and swirl left Morgan swaying, but he dared not break the connection. Bodies on screen moaned louder, a woman whining her delight as a spurt of come splashed on her firm breasts. The orgy on screen continued and Morgan allowed the blissful sensations to run along his nerves. It had all become a dirty dance, the player lost to his primal urges and Karen on her knees, sucking on his erect member. The tempo increased and Morgan grabbed the edge of the bed to steady himself.
Looking down, Karen’s head bobbed with closed eyes. She was lost in his taste as her hand moved between legs, fingering her wet valley. Touching her clit, she moaned, sending vibrations along Morgan’s cock. The fantasy played on like a song in the night. Morgan didn’t know if she was the one to pursue a relationship with, but he didn’t care. Months of self-imposed denial only made the urges stronger. The feeling he felt when he went hunting and how he felt now blended into a natural swirl, begging for every fiber of his being to spurt his seed down Karen’s throat and make her drink.
Karen pressed Morgan’s cock to the roof of her mouth, sliding along with expert skill. Fingers worked at her clit, eyes looking up with depraved innocence. Gazes meeting, Morgan knew he could do what he wanted, but at that moment, his entire being cried out for release. The bodies on screen moaned on before cocks stuffed into mouths. Breasts bounced and thighs trembled. The heat reached its zenith and Morgan growled.
Cock thickening, Karen upped the tempo when hot come spurted into her waiting throat. Deep throating, come splashed again and again. Suckling it down, lips touched the base of Morgan’s cock, coaxing every last drop of seed from his balls. When the urges died, Morgan’s legs gave out and he fell sitting on the bed. Karen stayed with him, slowly sucking his still hard member lovingly as she rubbed her clit. Morgan found it impossible to not stare, Karen lazily sucking his member and then giving a muffled moan as her entire body shuddered. Pulling away, she let come drip from the corner of her mouth and she smiled evilly.
“Please…ram it in my ass. I need to be taught a lesson,” Karen begged.
Morgan smiled when a hard knock caused the front door to shudder. Heads turning to the door and curtained window by it, shadows moved. Morgan simply stared, but felt Karen pull away. She stayed on all fours as she moved to her pile of clothes and purse next to them.
“Who could that be,” Morgan said.
Karen reached into her purse and pulled out a silver handgun. Morgan turned to Karen, eyes widening as she stayed on her knees and pointed the gun at him.
“You fucking trapped me,” Karen hissed.
Morgan’s hands went up, “Karen…”
Karen stood up, the gun aimed at Morgan’s chest, “You lured me here so they could find me!”
The situation spiraled out of control. The door shuddered again from hard knocks and Karen’s eyes gave of a glint of madness. Morgan had no idea what was going on, but he remained calm as a frozen lake during winter.
“I didn’t think they would find me here,” Karen whined as her eyes became serpentine slits.
Morgan watched as scales grew along her flesh. The gun shook as Karen whined again, her body changing. Bits of skin fell away as a small snout protruded out. A small tail poked from her lower back and snaked around as she tried to remain standing. Moans filled the dark room as the door shuddered violently. Morgan stared as the door was nearly coming off the hinges.
Karen’s body took on that of a lizard person, gun shifting its aim from Morgan’s chest to the door and back again. “I’ll kill you all! I’ll make sure Yir protects us from the madness! I will…,” Karen gasped as the door shattered inwards.
Time slowed into moments. Morgan was already up and moving when Karen looked past him, aimed and pulled the trigger. Light filled the room from the muzzle flash for a precious second before darkness reigned again. The bullet shot past, inches from Morgan’s head as he charged the lizard woman. Karen growled as she pulled the trigger again just as Morgan knocked into her and both of them hitting the floor. Chaos bloomed and all Morgan could do was grab for the gun. Cold thoughts stabbed into
his mind as Karen fired another shot and Morgan trying to take control of the situation. The lizard woman hissed as Morgan pulled the handgun from her, twisted his upper body and aiming.
Shock blasted flaring nerves as two hulking shapes filled one side of the room. The glint of black eyes and large bodies took up Morgan’s gaze. A thick arm lashed out, smashing the flat screen to shards of glass. Darkness filling the room, the two vaguely humanoid things surged toward them. Morgan’s finger fell on the trigger and gave it a squeeze. Light flashed and large mouths with razor sharp teeth blinked into existence before darkness shrouded them again. One of the large shapes jerked to the side, Morgan guessing the bullet struck home. The other one came down on him, thick fingers grabbing him by the throat and tossing him sideways. Morgan crashed into a wall, cracking it and falling onto the small table with the lamp. Glass and pottery shattered, Morgan grabbing a thick shard.
Karen screeched with inhuman noises as the thick thing was on her. Claws flashed and red splattered against Morgan’s face. The player struggled to his feet, pottery shard in his hand as claws came down. Karen cried out while clawing and fighting the thing on her. Morgan raised his hand, ready to stab the monster in the back when something moved in the corner of his vision. Caught off guard, he barely turned when a large fist rammed into his cheek and sent his body spinning.
Hitting the floor, darkness flashed with little bits of light spilling in from outside. Scaled flesh was pulled from Karen as she screamed. Blood spurted and she fought on, hissing at her attacker. Claws came down across her neck and the hissing stopped abruptly. Karen’s head lolled to the side, dead serpent eyes connecting with Morgan as his body was not responding.
A thick shape stepped closer to the downed player. Morgan was still as a statue, eyes trying to penetrate the darkness of the invaders. Black eyes stared down for long seconds. Morgan tried to say something when an arm reared back and a fist came down hard. The last thing the player saw was a webbed foot in a shaft of light before darkness enveloped him.
Five
Cold air washed over closed eyes. Morgan groaned before his eyes blinked open. Sensations slowly returned to his limbs and he stirred. Lifting his head, he scanned the room. The front door stood open, night air drifting in. The flat screen TV hung on the wall, cracks spidering out into web. No monsters stood and when he glanced to the floor, Karen was gone.
The player slowly lifted his upper body, hand rubbing his head as pain pulsed. He made a mental note to turn down the pain level in the game when his eyes fell once again on the spot Karen was before he was knocked out. I giant red wet stain soaked into the carpet, her clothes and purse a few feet away. The handgun lay next to Morgan.
Instinct took over as Morgan snatched the gun and checked the chamber. Three rounds remained as he snapped the chamber closed.
Taking a quick inventory while he aimed the handgun at the open front door, he saw that he was still naked but surprisingly, there was no blood on him. Standing up, he moved to his pile of clothes, eyes wide and senses dialed to eleven. Monsters broke into his room, killed his new friend and left him naked on the floor. The scenario played again and again in his mind as he quickly dressed. The last shoe on, Morgan eyed the room once again. When he spotted Karen’s purse, he stepped over and knelt down.
DIM bucks and a few vanity items lay around it. A tiny mirror was cracked and lipstick lay on its side. The bucks fluttered in the cold breeze. Putting the gun down, Morgan began rifling through the bag. He found another dozen rounds and quickly put them in his pocket. From training simulations, he knew better then to put live ammunition in a pocket but the situation was beyond ordinary. Picking up the handgun, he opened the chamber and slid in three more rounds before flicking his wrist and it snapping into place.
Going back to the purse, the player rummaged through it but there was nothing else of interest. Standing up, he eyed the handgun. He saw that it was .38 Special Revolver made by the now long dead company Smith & Wesson. He had seen old shooting range vids and the revolver was a favorite among gun enthusiast. Weapon technology had come a long way, but the old fashion ones held a certain charm. Stuffing it in his belt at the small of his back, he gave the room another once over. Checking his watch, eyes took a grim edge as he had been laying there for three hours. The sun would be up soon and he certainly didn’t want to stay here.
Triple checking that he left nothing of his behind, he made his way to the door and peered outside. The motel rooms were dark and silent. The neon sign flickered in the distance and the moon was sliding further down to the horizon. Not wanting to look suspicious, he closed the door and walked silently along the wooden walkway. When he was by the sign, he stepped off onto the sandy beach and pulled out his cell phone. Mina and David didn’t have cars yet so the player dialed for a cab. Walking along the sand, he made it to the road when a cab drove down and parked in front of him.
Morgan didn’t say anything as he stepped into the back seat and closed the door behind him. He pretended to be tired and worn out, but the cab driver didn’t even give him a second glance. Headlights stabbing out into the darkness, the cab turned and drove back up the street and into town. The stores, bars and clubs were all silent and the streets empty. The party looked like it was long over and Morgan thought of home.
The ride was short, the cab turning onto Comet street. It motored around the cul-de-sac, Morgan noticing lights on in David’s home. When the cab parked, Morgan gave the driver a few extra bucks before opening the door and stepping out. The cab drove off in a hurry, turning onto the main road and disappearing from view.
Morgan gave the area the once over, seeing the other homes dark except for David’s. Walking briskly, he crossed the cul-de-sac and made his way to the large, compound home. Fist up, he knocked on the door. Shadows moved from behind curtains, a big one moving toward him. The door opened and David looked down with a wide smile.
“Had a fun night,” the giant mutant grinned as he eyed Morgan’s wrinkled clothes.
“We need to talk,” Morgan said deadly serious and stepped inside.
David’s smile vanished as Morgan walked into the living room, Mina on the couch with a drink in her hand. The player stepped to the windows, pulled a curtain aside slightly and stared. David and Mina looked to their friend with a touch of concern when Morgan moved the curtain back into place, turned around and sighed.
“What happened,” Mina asked as she put her drink down, knowing Morgan’s serious expression.
“Take a seat,” Morgan said and began retelling his experience with Karen and the motel room.
David and Mina listened with their full attention as Morgan gave details of the strange and deadly encounter. The darkness outside began to lighten and when the sun emerged from behind the horizon, Morgan finished his story and sat on the couch next to Mina.
David sat in large chair, thick fingers touching each other. “Do you think it’s a glitch? It seems like Karen was a Nalik.”
“No idea,” Morgan shook his head.
“Karen could have been a player with a Nalik skin but the shapeshifting part is new to me. I ‘ve heard storylines in the game vary from simple to incredibly complex. Maybe she is part of a bigger storyline,” Mina added.
“Whatever it may be, I would stay clear of the beach. Those monsters could have come up from the sea. The last thing I saw was webbed feet before I was knocked out.”
Mina’s brow wrinkled in thought, “I wonder what ‘Yir’ means.”
“What are you going to do with the gun,” David asked.
“Hold onto it. I hope I don’t have to use it. It didn’t slow down the monsters much,” Morgan said before making eye contact with David and Mina in turn. “Let’s keep this to ourselves.
The two friends nodded in agreement.
David lifted his large arms into a stretch, his mouth yawning. “Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I need to get some sleep before I start my new job.”
“Me too,” Mina added
with a smile.
Morgan lifted an eyebrow, “You both already have jobs?”
David nodded. “Yep, I’m a physical trainer at the local gym.”
“I applied for the alchemist position at Wands & Potions on Main street,” Mina said.
“I really need to get on that. Was it difficult to get your jobs?”
David smiled. “It’s super easy. You just check the paper or look up job listings on the computer and you automatically get it. No interview process or anything.”
“The game makes it really easy,” Mina added.
“It plays fast and loose with the life simulator part,” Morgan joked.
David smiled and yawned again. “Sorry but I need my beauty sleep. I’ll see you guys at my housewarming party tomorrow night?”
“I’ll be there,” Mina beamed.
Morgan simply nodded.
“Good, now get out unless you want to see me naked,” David chuckled as he stood up.
Morgan and Mina stood and walked toward the front door. David was behind them and as the door opened, he gave them big hugs. Morgan nearly lost all the air in his lungs in the mutant’s embrace before David let him go. The pair of friends walked out to the morning sun as the door closed behind them.
Mina eyed Morgan, darkness under his eyes. “Get some sleep. I’m sure we are safe here at the moment.”
The player looked to his friends concerned expression and nodded with a weak smile. “It was just…so real. I still have a headache.”
“Sleep might be just what you need. I’ll check on you this evening, if that’s okay?”
“Stop by anytime,” Morgan smiled.
