Red Dead To The World

When A Hero Isn't Good Enough

We made our way to the theatre and turned in our tickets. 

On the walls leading to the ticket counter, several star paintings showed a vampire lady with flowing white hair and a heartwarming smile.  Even the few paintings depicting her feeding on victims didn't show her as cruel.  Often a single tear trailed down from her eye after each one.  Other stars covered the walls with their portraits more sporadically. But, either by choice or by theatre management decree, most paintings were of Countess Ambrosia or the woman who played her, Sophie Hardmeat.  From a coven far to the north on the continent of Land Rover, a small island just off of the greater Mercedes continent. 

Silent giggled.  "Was her father known for his meat around town?" 

I opened a pamphlet they handed out.  "Oh, it's a typo.  Her name is Sophie Hardmead.  I guess her father was known for his strong drink.  It probably did the opposite for his meat."  I said. 

The line was long, and the people were grumpy.  Centaurs were arguing about balcony rights and the rights and an elevator instead of climbing winding stairs.  Children of various species growled, cried, and screamed while the line kept moving.  It was honestly a nightmare. 

While everyone clearly came from the wealthier side of town, it didn't stop them from acting the fool.  "Honestly, if parents can't control their children, they should leave them at home,"  I grumbled.  A few angry snorts were my reply.

Silent patted my shoulder.  "That's how most children end up murdering their siblings.  Or it might just be a hyenoid thing."  Silent said.  "I only bullied my brothers to toughen them up."  She paused for a second.  "Mostly," after much consideration, I decided that Silent was drunk. 

After we were seated, lights turned out, and a colony of bats flew up above us.  I heard them woosh around before gathering around the instruments down below. Then, music filled the auditorium. 

The blood-red curtains behind the wooden stage shimmered before opening.  The musicians increased their tempo to a crescendo of sound in preparation to welcome their star. 

A scream erupted from down below, and the musicians stopped playing.  Muttering rose up the stands, followed by children screaming.

From down below, I saw a white hand reach out from the darkness.  The nails on the hand were torn and bloody.  It shook from effort as it dug into the stage and scraped itself forward.  Bloody white hair greeted us with a half-empty body.  Sophie's skin from the chest down looked like it had been sucked out of her. 

From out of the shadows stepped a crimson man.  Great white horns extended from the creature's head attached to a skeletal face.  It took a step and plucked Sophie from the stage floor.  "No, help me, someone, anyone.  I'll pay you whatever you want just." 

The second I saw the monster step out on the stage, I saw the name above its head. 

King's Clone had 100,000/100,000 health.  My AR15 was already in my hands and aimed at the monster.  The second the creature's focus fell entirely on the vampire, I fired.

My round cracked like thunder and hit the creature between the eyes.  We had good seats; the Blue Blood Clan had been generous.  Before the monster could react, I fire three more rounds.  Two slammed into its head while the third hit the monster's wrist.  It was just enough to make it release the vampire.

Force Aura, Sprint, and Force Body were active together as I threw myself down the stands.  The monster turned to me and roared in a challenge.  Two more shots rang out, slamming into its kneecaps. 

Each of my shots compacted when they struck the creature. So while they did some damage, I was sure it wasn't enough to slow the beast down much. 

Ding!

Marksmanship lvl6

Type: DEX

Rank: D

Description – Hit a target reliably from a distance. 

ATL – Shoot distant targets with a ranged weapon

Abilities

1.      Beginner's Focus – When a situation becomes dangerous +10% Accuracy. 

2.      Beginner's Confidence – When your spread is within an inch of each other +15% Accuracy until you miss a target. 

Ding!

Marksmanship has reached lvl5

DEX +1

DEX 8

King's Clone 99,450/100,000

Ding!

Force lvl2

Type STR/MAG

Rank: B

Description – Magic becomes the acceleration, and strength becomes mass to create a skill that blends the physical with the mystical to create a truly powerful combination.

ATL – Wield the abilities given by the Force skill to attack or defend.

Abilities

Force Aura – Mana is spent passively to protect the body from damage.  When active, the mana drain increases and exponentially increases defense. 

Force Body – Strength is passively increased by the user's mana.  When active, the mana drain increases and exponentially increases damage. 

Mortal Telekinesis – Strength is fed by magic for a burst of concussive energy. Whether it is throwing a rock further than ever or increasing the reach of a melee attack, it's all the same.  Strength is the mass, while magic is the acceleration. 

Ding!

Force has reached lvl2

STR/MAG +1

STR 4

MAG 6

I reared my fist back while the monster was on the back foot.  Haymaker activated with everything I had. 

Boom!

My fist smashed into the monster's body, and my mortal telekinesis blasted into it point-blank.  The creature's back expanded like a giant red boil.  When my punch ran out of power, I heard the beast begin to chuckle.  The dents in the creature's body refilled themselves.  I raised my hand and unleashed Hatchling's Flame. 

King Clone 99,100/100,000

"You were always a tough guy, red.  I thought that for sure you'd fight like a protagonist.  The problem with that is, their garbage until the end of the season."  I leaped back and shot him until my AR15 clicked empty, exchanged it for my machete just before a minotaur tackled the clone. 

I felt a touch at my back and almost attacked before I recognized Silent.  Flames danced across the minotaur's fists as he smashed against the clone's face. Finally, the stage cracked, and I watched the clone's life slowly but surely depleting. 

Then the minotaur froze.  I saw something I hadn't noticed before.  The clone grabbed ahold of one of the minotaur's legs.  I watched the limb shrink until, with an audible pop, the limb was left empty.  There wasn't even a wound. 

King Clone 102,000/102,000

I saw other eyes beyond the curtain and knew them to be more clones.  Silent tugged me, and I felt some subtle magic wrap around us.  More minotaurs charged from the stands while mages in the crowd buffed them with spells.  Members of the audience tried to get out but found the doors sealed. 

King himself stepped out on the stage and walked over to Sophie.  While he drained her, his face looked like that of a man experiencing a thousand ejaculations at once.  Silent took me further from the line of fire.  But I couldn't take my eyes off the white-haired sack of skin. 

"I know you're there, Red.  Come here right now, and for old times sake, I'll leave you alive with one limb intact.  Don't make me find you!"  King yelled.  A spear conjured from ice shot from the mages' barricade only for King's body to shift like water out of the way.  "Fine, have it your way.  You're forcing me to kill you. This isn't on me."  King yelled. 

We crossed behind the stage and descended down a hidden trapdoor.  One of the clones burst through a wall half-melted and stood right in front of us.  Despite King's power, he couldn't detect us.  The clone ignored us and charged back into the fight.  We passed by sacks of flesh and the trail of Sophie's mad dash to escape King. 

After a lot of slow crawling, we opened a side door and escaped the theatre.  The door closed and blended in seamlessly with the wall. In front and surrounding the theatre was a group of vampires.  They had set up a blockade to keep civilians from getting close to the theatre.  Chains covered the doors to the theatre along with talismans of all kinds. 

Silent tugged my hand, and we escaped the barricade under her strange cloaking ability. 

That was my first true taste of what King had become.  Was it the skills, the parameter, or was this always inside of him?  I can't answer that.  This game is all about choices.  At times it seemed to have a sense of humor.  Sometimes I hate the game and what it has done to billions of people.  Other times, I enjoy it.  Since the transportation, I've never been bored. 

"Let's go to my place. I need to think about what we saw.  You might want to return to Kale and prepare to leave.  Things are about to get crazy here.  If I were you, I wouldn't stay."  Silent said. 

I leaned forward and kissed her.  At first, her very sharp teeth remained closed to me, but slowly, she opened up and leaned into the kiss.  Her mouth was strange, filled with sharp teeth, and her tongue was rough enough to take hide off.  Without my parameters in Constitution, it would have been even more uncomfortable. 

We broke off gasping.  "I'm not leaving you to this.  King was right; I've been training as the main character from one of our stories.  What I need to do is power up quickly."  I muttered before shaking my head.  We made out way up to her wing in the hyenoid clan compound. 

Ding!

Event Passed

+2RP with Silent

Silent 42/100 Innocence, challenges, and someone who cares turns her on.  She revealed her weakness and wasn't disappointed.  When danger is looming, you decided to stay with her and broaden your relationship.  She is thankful for that. 

Ding!

Quest Requirements

10/10

Ding!

8th Quest completed

A Pleasant Date

Stipulation: Earn 10RP with Silent on your date.

Rewarded: +10RP with Silent, +1 Silver Skill Die, +1 Bronze PARAM Die

Ding!

Silent 52/100 Innocence Challenges, loyalty, and courage turn her on.  You have surpassed all expectations for a first date and stepped onto the long road to love. However, all future gains are reliant upon time to mature your relationship. 

While our date was over, we were still together.  Silent tossed her head from side to side until her mohawk fell down around her ears.  Her dress and loincloth were next to go.  The hyenoid pulled back the sheets to her bed and tapped a glyph cooling the room. 

The whole room smelled of her, from the perfume on her sheets to the natural feminine musk she produced.  Books of magic piled haphazardly on a desk.  Inkwells stacked atop each other in a glass case next to rolls upon rolls of paper.  On the desk, itself was a piece covered in lines of stylish calligraphy. 

I turned around to see her sitting on the bed, watching me.  Her hands were between her legs, stroking her long blunt tool.  Suddenly, I realized I had been wrong before; the smell was different. 

Between her legs, her black and pink-skinned tool lengthened and gaped at the tip.  I watched the little pink stripe widen as the pole between Silent's legs grew. 

For the first time since meeting her, I felt a stirring from myself.  This feeling was strange in ways I couldn't begin to describe.  For a moment, I asked what Kale would think before throwing that concern away. 

Silent had helped me escape from King; if anyone deserved some s*x, it was her. So I approached her all the while my own member lengthened.  Though I haven't known her long, our night had been something special. 

I gently wrapped my hands around her member and closed my eyes.  For a time, I explored it with my hands.  It was stretchy and leaked from the tip.  My fingers brushed her opening, and I felt her shiver.  Carefully, I angled a digit over her opening and slipped it inside.  There was resistance and then an incredible tightness. 

All around my finger, I felt hard muscular rings, little nubs, and a delicious warmth. Then, with just a twitch, Silent tightened until I couldn't easily pull away.  It was incredible; it almost made me forget about fleshlite chan. 

Bubbling, rumbling, and snuggling ropes of her lubrication spurted out over my hand and dripped down her opening.  It smelled like her in every way imaginable.  The groping clover of her opening spread and clenched to pull my finger in deeper. 

I opened my eyes to see Silent grab me and throw me on the bed.  She showed her teeth to me, opened her mouth, and licked her lips. 

With the fierceness of a wild beast, she drove down and took me to the hilt.  I could feel my member slip down her throat.  Her tongue lathered my member up while her throat treated my tip with a slobbery undulating ride. Then, just when I thought I had enough, she pulled away. 

"Come on, handsome, my p***y isn't satisfied with a few pokes.  I need you to fill me up."  I pushed against her opening and felt her envelop me. Then, for a moment, she loosened, and I slid all the way to the hilt. Then, like a striking snake, she tightened. 

Every ridge, nub, and ring encircled me, shifting and undulating while she humped down on me.  I reached forward and took hold of her nub, and gently tugged on it.  She grunted before giving my face a lick.  I took a handoff her c**t, reached forward, and slapped her bottom. 

Her ass was thicker than I thought.  I grabbed a handful of it and wasn't disappointed.  She giggled as I pulled on her.  Then she tightened again, and I felt everything like an electric shock running through her p***y.  The long rod of her birth canal took on its final form as a massive member of dangerous proportions.  When I bottomed out on her, and my head swelled, I could feel her tightening around me even as hot lubrication fell down my member to pool. 

I loved her touch, the heat of her skin and fur, and even her very phallic v****a felt good.  With every thrust, I felt myself build towards a monstrous orgasm. 

It was something I'd hadn't done since the system.  Before, I had been scared, and my environment was dangerous.  This was different.  I was together with a woman deep in her tight cunny. 

"Are you still scared of my p***y?  I remember how you cringed before you even knew me.  Do you know how off-putting it was for a slave to deny my advances?  If only you could look at yourself now with that big stupid grin on your face."  Silent said. 

Her words sparked something in me.  I started humping upward with all my might even as she growled and bore down on me.  With every slurping thrust, Silent's p***y tightened on me, lubing up and pushing me deep.  I gasped and groaned; the time was fast approaching, and I was too close.

My member swelled, and it took everything I had to resist the lightning strikes of pleasure that came with our thrusts.  She sent me into a humping has as she tightened and loosened, changing the tempo.  Then I came, and it was beyond anything I imagine. 

If there was such a thing as s****l tribulation, then this was it.  Compared to this, the former bolts of lightning were sparks.  With each strike, I nearly went mad with the need to chase after the next one. But, before I was ready, she pulled away. 

She pulled a clean glass from the beside and poured my release into it.  I noticed that at the base of her p***y she had her fingers clamped down.  "While I like you, having brats this early isn't a part of my plan."  She squeezed the last of my release out of herself before jumping into the sheets.  She rolled over on her side and threw her tail to the side.  "I want to drip on each other while we sleep." 

I sighed and jammed myself between her legs, and quickly fell asleep.