Digital Hearts- Late Night Ambitions

by Eden Redd

  The sound of water on stone and rising mists clouded all thought. Anya moved closer, their bodies not touching but her hips moving. Morgan watched as hands took hold of his shoulders while hips moved. Wetness covered their bodies and strong thighs sandwiched Morgan’s member with slow strokes. A sultry exhale fell from Anya’s lips as she focused on the pulse in Morgan’s neck.

  “I saw what you are…I surrender to it,” Anya said with a wanting edge.

  “What did you see?” Morgan asked as he reached down and took a handful of her firm ass.

  A shudder whipped through Anya as she moved her strong thighs against the player’s cock. “A hunter…a monster…a master…,” Anya hissed.

  Morgan stared as Anya slowly began to lose control of herself. Hips moved as fingers dug into his skin. Small moans spilled with the shower water. The heat turned to eleven, but the player was lost to Anya’s feral gaze. The amber in her eyes turned a fierce yellow. Lips kissed at his strong collarbone before teeth nibbled. Anya’s entire body moved like she was caught in a storm of heat and lust.

  “Let me be your brat. Let’s explore your power,” Anya hissed amid rising steam.

  “Anya…,” Morgan managed before lost to blissful sensations.

  Anya took hold of Morgan’s manhood and pressed the throbbing head to her wet slit. She rubbed it against her, sliding it over her glowing clit and teasing the entrance to her valley. The player tried to think as Anya moved against him. A weight of responsibility coiled around his heart. What she said wasn’t what she meant. Morgan could see, feel what she was asking and he already knew the decision was already made.

  “Do you fear me,” Morgan asked as tendrils of mist obscured his features.

  Anya sucked in a breath before gazing into the darkness of Morgan’s eyes.

  “I do,” she whispered before sinking down.

  The mist parted as she reached her knees and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. The succulent touch sent heat pumping through Morgan’s body. Yellow eyes gazed up, eager to please and touched by edges of fear. Thick inches filled her mouth as she pressed her tongue underneath. Bliss spiraled as Morgan watched. Anya’s hand pressed to her womanhood, fingers running along her clit. The moans grew as she bobbed, gently sucking at the player’s rock-hard manhood.

  The shower became a dreamy place as water poured on the couple. Moans vibrated as Morgan tried to make sense of what was happening. A primal urge took root and seeing Anya wanting to please only seemed to stoke the blaze brighter. The need for control flowed and Morgan was lost to the current. It was always difficult to truly let himself be himself. Experiences painted his mind’s eye of mutual love making, but holding back that inner darkness. The darkness would peek out but it was firmly under his control. The inner self fought with his outer self, but now a light shined as inches appeared and disappeared between Anya’s lips.

  Anya pulled away, stroking Morgan’s member while looking up. “Let the beast out…”

  Morgan’s body tensed as she stroked him just the right way. The maddening tension reached its zenith and the player couldn’t control himself any longer. Grabbing a fistful of hair, Anya was pulled to her feet. The sultry beauty let out a moan as Morgan pushed her to the glass wall of the shower.

  “Yes…yes…,” Anya whispered as Morgan lifted her up and pinned her to the glass.

  Anya let out a weak moan as legs spread and something hard pushed at her thin opening. Morgan looked down, making the connection and slowly invading her world. Anya’s eyes widened as Morgan moved deliberately slow. The mixture of shower water and her own wetness provided no defense from Morgan’s advances. Body shuddering, Anya’s mouth made a perfect oval as her inner walls parted. When Morgan reached the hilt, he kept Anya pinned to the shower glass, his arms under her legs and hands gripping her ass. Anya’s arms circled the player’s neck as her eyes half closed. The tension between them grew as Morgan moved slowly, back and forth. Anya could do nothing but moan her approval, legs wide. Hands spread her ass-cheeks while thick inches spread her valley. Animalistic grunts rose up as Morgan became a rutting beast, spearing his desires into Anya. Fingers dug into his virtual flesh as Anya’s breath quickened. Body shuddering as she was impaled, the lithe beauty squirmed and whined. The fearful whines only made Morgan’s cock hard as steel. Seeing her holding on while he took what he wanted sent needs rushing to the top.

  Breasts pushed into his face as Morgan continued his drive his needs home. Anya whined louder, thighs circling his waist and clutching to him. Pressed between Morgan and the glass, the moans grew louder with each thrust. Water ran down their joined bodies as a low growl fell from Morgan’s lips.

  “Master…I saw too much…punish me,” Anya whispered.

  A hand clamped on her throat and Anya’s moans turned into a wheeze. She stared at the alien expression in Morgan’s eyes. The heat and thrill as she struggled to breath flashed. Eyes rolling into her head, a strange open grin filled her face. The lithe beauty squeezed Morgan and he lost what little control he had. Squeezing her neck, he thrust as deep as he could go before his cock bulged. Seed spurted in her tight space and Anya made strange, strangled noises. Body moving, she milked every pulse and drop while she struggled. An orgasm flashed as wetness spilled from her full valley, Morgan not slowing down as he drove himself into her again and again. Blissful explosions rocked their bodies until they began to ebb. Morgan loosened his grip, but that only caused Anya to clutch to him. Gasping, she humped his still erect member until her legs began to shake. When the last bit of pleasure rolled through her, Anya gasped again and nearly fell from Morgan’s grip.

  The player knelt down, placing Anya on the shower floor. The low moans continued as he sat with her. Water poured down as she snuggled to him, teeth biting gently at his flesh while fingers stroked her hairy valley. Morgan held her close as she shuddered. A single moment of clarity touched the player and he wondered what he’d just entered into.

  Two hearts appeared over Anya’s head before flashing away into smaller hearts. The hearts faded away as Anya bit the player hard, another orgasm blooming between her legs.

  “…bless…,” Anya said in the barest of whispers.

  Morgan looked down as Anya clutched to him, unsure what just happened.

  ***

  The player stumbled through the dark woods, mind spinning. Duffle bag over his shoulder and shafts of dim light illuminating the way, he hoped he was getting close to his neighborhood. Memories floated in as he pushed aside low hanging branches. When the shower was finished, Anya was nothing but smiles. She dressed in a long T-shirt and panties as she set Morgan’s clothes to dry. Waiting, they spent their time on the couch, Anya sitting on his lap and facing him. Pulling her panties aside, she whined she wanted more and Morgan found he could not deny her even if he wanted too. Time ticked on as the dryer beeped it was finished and Anya impaled herself on Morgan. She refused to slow down until he came and her eyes rolled into her head once again. Soreness taking hold, Anya sheepishly pulled away and went to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

  Morgan stared off, not understanding the connection. Getting up, he gathered his clothes, got dressed and grabbed his duffle bag. Leaving Anya’s home, he stepped toward the woods and disappeared into the night. Inner demons sluggishly moaned their approval as the player made his way home.

  “Is everyone crazy?” Morgan asked himself in a hushed whisper.

  Moving around trees, he thought he saw a glimmer of light through the woods. Picking up the pace, his foot caught on something and he stumbled forward. Turning around, blue light lit up the small area. Looking down, white candles burned with blue flames, a stone tablet lay against the base of an ancient looking tree. Branches gnarled outward in all directions as four candles burned.

  Stepping closer, he eyed the stone tablet as it lay. Strange carvings filled the surface of it, but it didn’t make any sense. Pulling out his cell phone, he went to take a picture when the blue flames snuffed o
ut into strands of smoke. The flash went off and Morgan checked the picture, seeing it was a good, detailed image.

  Soreness and weakness filling his legs and arms, he mentally filed the spot away as he turned and made his way through the woods. A short time later, he emerged into his backyard. A sigh of relief filled the air as he walked past the tomato garden and entered through the backdoor.

  The low sound of the TV played as Morgan crossed the kitchen and into the living room. Nikki was curled onto the couch, watching an old horror movie. The cat-woman turned and smiled at Morgan before her nose wrinkled.

  “You smell like blood…and wet fur,” the cat-woman said with a disapproving gaze.

  “Um…thank you,” Morgan said with a sarcastic edge before walking down the short hallway to his bedroom.

  Exhausted, he flopped into bed and barely closed his eyes when light shined in and birds chirped outside. A low groan rose up and he blinked. He swore he had four hours before sunrise. Moving his limbs, he touched a curled-up body next to his. Nikki was fast asleep, her tail curled around her body.

  Groaning again, he rolled out of bed. Dressing in a flash, he saw that he had an hour and half before he started work. Leaving his home, the player crossed the cul-de-sac and rang David’s bell. A long minute passed before the door opened and the giant purple mutant looked down on him. David’s grin broadened, but Morgan’s brow wrinkled. The mutant was in a robe, but it was open down the middle. David’s giant member swung freely, but Morgan quickly noticed the pot belly David seemed to have acquired recently.

  “How’s it going?” David asked as he waved him in.

  Morgan stepped in and closed the door behind him. Stepping into the living room, the alien woman from the party was on the couch in a white robe. Morgan’s brow shot up as the alien woman smiled.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…,” Morgan began.

  David laughed. “It’s okay. Lena and I were just talking. We finished having sex over an hour ago.”

  Lena laughed, but Morgan scowled.

  “Too much information,” the player stated.

  The alien woman stood up and gave David a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to freshen up.”

  The alien smiled at Morgan before walking out of the room. David barely covered up as Morgan waited for Lena to be long gone.

  “Things are going well,” Morgan smiled.

  David nodded. “Two hearts man. Two Hearts! I think she might be the one.”

  Morgan’s gaze fell back on David’s pot belly. “Skipping the gym?”

  David looked down and patted his belly. “No, but this showed up overnight. I’m not sure what it means. Maybe I ate too much recently. Activities do affect your body here in the game.”

  Morgan nodded a little quickly before he spoke. “Have you noticed strange things happening since we got here?”

  “The town seems a little strange, but not by much. What’s bothering you?”

  Morgan paced as he talked. “I can’t put it into words, but I keep feeling a little off. I mean, what happened at the beach motel was really weird, but I feel the entire town is odd.”

  Morgan fished out his cellphone, called up the picture of the candles and tablet and passed it to David. The purple mutant looked at the picture before shrugging and handing it back.

  “It looks like an altar,” David said simply.

  Morgan nodded. “Yes, an altar. The candles burned with blue flames before they snuffed out when I took the picture. This was in the woods, not far from my backyard.”

  “Maybe it was Mina and her witch friends,” David smiled.

  “Or there is something more than just a simulation game running,” Morgan said with an edge.

  David stood up and looked down on his friend. “I think you're overthinking the game. It’s supposed to be relaxing and fun, but you look like your running yourself ragged. I know what happened at the beach weirded you out, but I was thinking it over. Maybe Karen and those monsters are part of a story line just for you. Maybe you were never in any real danger because the game is playing to what you want to experience.”

  “I’m not looking for any mysteries,” Morgan stated.

  David nodded. “But the program is working to bring something satisfying to you. We know the Mind’s Eye Gear scans your subconscious and tries to predict things so it can enhance the gaming experience. Maybe it's just trying to help you work through something.”

  Morgan looked away, but David continued.

  “Have you found anyone worth dating?”

  The player looked to his large friend, his expression softening. “I think so. I’m not sure.”

  “Morgan, you know I will help with anything you need, but I seriously think you need to relax and enjoy your time here. Lena has been amazing and now that she has shown me two hearts, I might be getting closer to winning my credits. If I get a third heart, I’m definitely going to choose her.”

  “I…,” Morgan began before he closed his mouth.

  A big hand clamped on Morgan’s shoulder as they walked toward the door. “I would love to spend the day talking, but I have to get to work and then I have a picnic with Lena afterwards.

  “My suggestion to you, take it easy. Furnish your home and go on dates. That’s what Mina and I are doing and it's pretty sweet. Mina’s boyfriend is rocking her world and she thinks she might be getting two hearts from him.”

  “Have you seen Mina?” Morgan asked as David opened the door.

  “She goes into work early. When I see her, I’ll tell her to stop by your place. For now, I have to get going. I’ll see if Lena wants to visit your place and we can all hang out.”

  Morgan nodded as he stepped out into the bright sunlight. David gave a quick wave before closing the door. Morgan looked back before letting out a sigh and walking back to his place. A stormy cloud filled his mind as he wondered if he was taking everything too seriously. So what if there was a strange altar in the woods behind his home. So what if monsters came into his motel room and killed a woman he barely knew? So what if Anya witnessed him trying to bury a clown and helped with the grave? So what she went from shy girl to a crazy sex partner in the span of two hours?

  “Maybe I am taking things way too seriously,” the player whispered in his mind.

  When Morgan reached the small stone path to his home, the sheriff’s car entered the cul-de-sac, drove around and parked in front of the player’s home. Sheriff Norman stepped out and smiled as he approached Morgan.

  “Glad I caught you. I stopped by yesterday evening, but you weren’t home,” Sheriff Norman smiled.

  “What can I do for you sheriff,” Morgan asked with sharp eyes.

  “Not much, just wanted to stop by and see if Richard said anything to you before he left. I saw his car missing from his garage and thought maybe you both talked.”

  Morgan shook his head. “I didn’t see him. We must have missed each other.”

  Sheriff Norman nodded. “That’s fine. I’m sure he will be back with stories to tell. But, now that I have you, have you noticed anything strange lately?”

  Morgan’s heart thudded in his chest, “Not that I can recall. Is something going on?”

  The sheriff scratched at his temple, “Well, there have been some sightings of a pack of wild dogs. I’m stopping by all the neighborhoods to recommend everyone lock their doors at night. If you have any animals, keep them inside.

  “Another thing, there is a peeping tom prowling the different neighborhoods. Several residents spotted a person darting into the woods after peeking into homes. Even in our town, there are some perverts who don’t know their boundaries. The peeper seems harmless enough, but if you see something, give me call.”

  “I will, Sheriff,” Morgan nodded.

  Sheriff Norman looked up, “It’s a beautiful day today. Try to enjoy it. See you around.”

  Morgan watched as the smiling sheriff turned away and walked toward his car. Heart settling down, the player entered his home closed the do
or behind him. Nikki was on the couch again, the flat screen on and the weather report on.

  “The storm is gathering strength and could make landfall by next week,” the weatherperson reported with a white smile.

  Nikki patted the couch next to her, “Room for one more.”

  Morgan shook his head before walking to his room to change into his work clothes.

  ***

  Morgan stepped out of the carpool and an alert scrolled across his vision.

  You have earned a promotion to Suos-chef! Your pay is increased and you have received a 2,000-buck bonus!

  The player smiled as the carpool drove off. The time he spent logged out for his job helped center his thoughts. The uneasiness he felt earlier was replaced with mentally scolding himself for taking the game experience too seriously. Thinking back to his main goal, he had to stop chasing mysteries and simply enjoy the game.

  Calling up his stat sheet, he looked it over.

  Morgan Strange

  Attractiveness - 5

  Style - 3

  Luck - 1

  Skill - 3

  Knowledge - 2

  Job

  Sous-Chef

  Funds

  2,489 DIM Bucks

  Traits

  Bookworm

  Athletic

  Brave

  Artistic

  Evil

  Looking to his traits, he noticed he hadn’t completely played up the character he wanted to play. With the new windfall of DIM bucks and needing new things for his home, he decided today was going to be a me day.

  Stepping into the home, Nikki was fast asleep on the couch. Morgan moved to her side and scratched at her hair. A loud purring surfaced as she slightly leaned into his scratches. When he finished, he pulled away and called up the Buy and Build Menu. Wanting to make his home a real home, the player began spending bucks.