Digital Hearts- Late Night Ambitions

by Eden Redd

  Morgan let go of her throat. Anya took a deep breath, her eyes lost to paradise. She squeezed him with every plunge. The player’s demonic side flowed into his limbs. Hand roughly grabbing at a full breast, he pulled as one of his fingers caressed her pert nipple. Anya’s chest lifted up and she gasped. Morgan grinned evilly before he bit down on her nipple.

  Anya screamed before her arms wrapped around his strong shoulders. She kept him close as he bit hard while pushing his cock to the hilt again and again.

  “I…promise to…be good…,” Anya whined as she closed her eyes and bit her lip.

  Morgan ignored her, taking her by divine conquest. He beat her and she was now his. The player saw it as it was happening. She wanted him to rage. She wanted him to take her as his. She wanted his fire to burn bright and consume her.

  “Please…punish me…please…,” Anya whimpered as Morgan became a beast.

  Morgan’s mouth let go of her nipple, teeth marks present. She fell onto her back, thighs wide and wetness surging with each thrust. The player gave a wicked grin as he grabbed her and lifted her up. Cock slipping from her valley, Anya giggled as she was turned and slammed down. The giggling stopped as she was slightly dazed. Hands grabbed at her hips, hoisting her bottom up. Before she could regain her wits, something thick pushed into her and she let out a long, bliss-soaked moan.

  Burying her face in the rug, teeth bit into it as Morgan fucked her like the bitch she was. The hard thrusts sent ripples along her firm ass and Anya began to lean into his attacks. Morgan eyed her as she submitted, taking her tail and pulling, holding her in place. Anya complied, letting go of the rug and lifting her head. Moans poured from open lips as her body shuddered. Nerves coiled as the heat and savagery of Morgan’s lust sent her over the edge. The inner dam cracked and exploded outward.

  “Fuck me,” Anya screamed as inner explosions rippled along her senses.

  Morgan grunted, hips punishing her ass. Cheeks glowing pink amid black skin, she pushed against his assault, milking her own orgasm again and again. A deep growl rose up from Morgan’s urges. Demonic thoughts of punishment sliced through manners and the mask he wore in everyday society. Wetness spilled as Morgan pulled out. A hand roughly pushed at Anya’s back, sending her entire body to the floor. Taking hold of his wet cock, the player was on her. Thick inches between two firm ass cheeks, he slid them with dark intent.

  “I…promise to…be good,” Anya said in a blissful haze.

  “I know you will,” Morgan said darkly.

  Sliding down a little, Morgan’s throbbing cock touched Anya’s puckered hole. The hellhound sucked in a gasp before wetness caused her to spread her legs. Morgan’s hips moved with direct power, pushing at her tight asshole.

  “I…promise…to be good,” Anya managed before her eyes and world widened.

  Grunts and moans rose up from both lovers as inches stretched Anya’s dark hole. The hellhound moaned and grunted as Morgan forced his way in. The player couldn’t contain his rage as he forced her to take him. Hand grabbing at her hair, she yelped as he drove a hard lesson into her vulnerable place.

  “Too big…,” Anya gasped as she lifted her butt to take him to the hilt.

  Morgan ignored her, hips moving with long strokes. She was just as tight, flexing along his shaft, trying to coax him to release.

  “Kill me with your love,” Anya screeched.

  With a deep push to the base, Morgan grunted. Cock thickening, Anya echoed his grunts until molten seed burst from his throbbing member. The hellhound turned her head, one eye wide and watching as Morgan punished her from behind. Come spurted and spurted again. The rage bled away with each push. The hazy confusion sank into the ground and Morgan found himself over Anya as she squeezed her asshole, pulling every last drop of come from his loins.

  The player didn’t stop her as she moved, milking him dry. With a pull forward, the player’s cock was freed of her dark hole. Morgan stayed on his knees as Anya crawled forward. Hand reaching out, she picked up the tooth she lost and held it.

  Turning, Anya rolled up sluggishly onto her knees. Hands in her lap, she looked up to Morgan with an exhausted gaze. Morgan rolled onto his ass and sat, staring on the hellhound. Anya clutched the tooth in her hand as she gave the player a weak smile. A new tooth slowly slid down, filling the empty space in her white smile. Anya bowed her head and lifted up her hands, presenting her tooth to the young man.

  “You have earned my honor,” Anya said weakly.

  Morgan shifted onto his knees before her. There was no thought as to not accept her gift. Honor coiled around like an old friend. Morgan’s hands shook as he lifted them up to take the tooth. From his core being, the true sign of a hunter was from their teeth. Skin, muscles and organs are meat for the beasts, but the teeth are a hunter’s true legacy. They bear the scars and stories of those long gone. It had become Morgan’s deepest philosophy and one that spoke to him beyond words.

  Morgan took the tooth from Anya’s hand and held it. The hellhound looked to him with submissive eyes before falling to all fours and crawling toward him.

  “My alpha, I serve you as you desire,” Anya said in a low tone.

  Morgan looked from the tooth in his hand to Anya on all fours. She bowed her head to his lap, lips wrapping around his hardening cock. The player looked to her, running his left hand through her curly black hair. Head bobbing, Anya moaned submissively as stroked his cock with her lips and tongue.

  Morgan looked to the tooth in his open hand, thoughts glowing with Anya and Tibby. A dark confusion floated around his heart as bliss filled his body.

  Twelve

  Light touched closed eyes. Morgan blinked awake, body sore and mind numb. Looking over, he saw that his bed was empty. Memories of last night caressed his tired nerves, Anya spending most of the night trying to please him and Morgan pretending it was never enough. When she turned bratty, he punished her by tying her to the bed and forcing her to orgasm until she begged for him to stop. The play time was amazing, something the player never truly experienced before. As it was happening, he took to the role like a fish to water and Anya could barely control herself.

  As they lay together between sessions, the lithe beauty spoke about her bestial side. She spent the night in her hellhound form as she called it, telling the player that followers of Yir could change from human to their natural, primal forms. Yir’s followers were either lizard or hound-like while those that follow Thulu were more shark or squid-like. Morgan drank it in, noting everything she was saying but remaining quiet. The last thing he wanted was to spark any animosity and when Anya talked too much, he initiated another session and she was happy to oblige.

  The door to his bedroom opened. Morgan lifted his head and saw Nikki peeking in. Her ears were back and eyes suspicious.

  “Is she gone?”

  Morgan sat up and smiled. “I think so. Were you in your room the whole time?”

  Nikki nodded timidly.

  “She might be back for the party tonight. Are you okay with that?”

  Nikki entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed. “As long as she doesn’t live here, I’ll be okay.”

  Morgan smiled as he reached over and scratched behind her ear. Nikki purred and she leaned into his touch. The morning felt amazing as Morgan noticed the soreness leaving his limbs. Thoughts turned to the party this evening and he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up naked.

  Nikki’s gaze fell to her Morgan’s member and forced herself to look up to him.

  “We have a lot to do today before the party. Let’s get to work,” Morgan said with a bright smile.

  The day turned into flashes of activities. Morgan and Nikki moved about the home, cleaning and setting up. The player and cat-woman moved furniture to give the place maximum space, cleaned dishes and set up wine, beer and liquor stations. Morgan eyed his bank account before pulling up the Buy and Build Menu. Tapping at the 2D screen, he ordered several crates of wine, beer and a few bottles of hig
h-end liquor. Swiping along the screen, thoughts floated to Anya and Tibby. He couldn’t deny he liked them for different reasons. Knowing that both were most likely to show up at the party, a smirk formed. Running through his virtual shopping, he picked out two items and pressed the button for fast shipment.

  Ten minutes later, a knock at the door indicated his shipment had arrived. Opening it, several crates were stacked in front of his home. Morgan and Nikki picked them up and brought them inside. When the crates were opened, they began adding to the drinking stations and stuffing the refrigerator to capacity. A small sound system was pulled from a crate and the player began setting it up. It didn’t take long before Nikki turned it on and began blasting rock and roll music and started dancing.

  Morgan smiled at the bouncing cat-woman before he pulled out the last two remaining packages. Looking down, a happy feeling coursed through him as he mentally set up what he wanted to do. Telling Nikki he had to step out, the cat-woman waved him away as she continued to have her private party.

  The day wore on, Morgan returning from his errand and finding Nikki coiled up on the couch as classical music played. The sun dipped lower in the sky and an excited current took hold of the player. Morgan found himself looking forward to the party, the demons under his skin strangely quiet. He had achieved two hearts each with Tibby and Anya and he felt tonight might be the night that turned to three. One of them was going to fall head over heels for him and he was going to achieve his goal of helping his friend. Thinking to afterwards, he did wonder if he would be able to return. His heart beat for Anya and Tibby, but he didn’t know if they were actual players or DIMs in the game. It was a mystery that he hoped wrapped up once it was all over.

  When the sun touched the western horizon, the very air took on a simmering pause. Morgan walked toward the front door when Nikki stepped from the hallway. She wore a short black dress and long earrings from her pointed ears. Morgan smiled as Nikki shot back a nervous grin.

  “You look great,” the player complimented.

  “Thank you,” Nikki said, her cheeks burning.

  Morgan touched the knob to the front door while still looking at Nikki, “Party time.”

  The door opened and the last rays of the day colored the neighborhood in a warm light. Tables and chairs were set up on different lawns along the cul-de-sac. Some of the neighbors connected long strings of lights from the center of the cul-de-sac to their homes. Morgan looked up to see several strings of light connected to his home.

  From the neighborhood entrance, cabs pulled up and doors opened. The first party-goers began to show. Excited chatter buzzed as they spread out to tables holding everything from wine to beer and stacks of food. Music floated up from open doors, just enough to listen if you were close to a house but not enough to overpower a neighbor’s choice in music.

  David waved from the front of his home to Morgan. The purple, over muscled mutant wore an apron and several grills surrounded him. He flipped burgers, steaks and fish while Lena sauntered out with stacks of plates. Even from across the cul-de-sac, David’s belly had grown, pushing against the apron like a giant bowling ball.

  Morgan waved back when a cab pulled up and let out a group of witches. They moved toward Mina’s home as she continued to set up cupcake tables. The black and orange witch spread out her arms, happy to see her fellow witches and they all took turns hugging one another.

  Cabs continued to pull up and let people out. Morgan greeted party people and they smiled and waved back. In thirty minutes, the sun sank below the horizon and the stringed lights glowed to life. People arrived by the dozens. Morgan set up an outside table while Nikki brought out bottles of wine and beer. People moved to his lawn and picked up cans of beer or glasses of wine. The growing crowd split and splintered, moving along the cul-de-sac in different directions. Morgan began to drink, sipping on wine while carrying on with small talk. It used to be hard to engage in such simple social interactions, but the player began to see how easy it really was. Most of the conversations were about the incoming storm, but soon it all turned to gossip, funny stories and heavy drinking.

  You gained a +1 to Style and Attractiveness!

  Morgan smiled as the alert crossed his vision while he talked to complete strangers. A few of the women nearby gave him second glances and he smiled. The evening had just started and the young man found himself having some fun. Telling Nikki to watch the house, Morgan made his way to David’s front yard.

  “What can I make ya?” David smiled to his friend while Lena leaned in and kissed the mutant’s cheek.

  “Nothing right now. I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

  “Fantastic,” David beamed as Lena stepped away to talk with some guests. “Tonight, is going to a party to remember!”

  Morgan smiled.

  David leaned in from the side of a grill and spoke in a low voice, “I got three hearts with Lena. She’s the one! I’m going to be rich!”

  “Congrats man,” Morgan smiled.

  “This game has been incredible. I almost don’t want to leave,” David grinned.

  “Do we have to leave?” Morgan asked with genuine curiosity.

  “I don’t know, but I will try to find out. Mina may know,” David said just as Mina and a demonic looking gentle walked up.

  “Hi guys, I wanted to introduce you to Damian,” Mina said with a shy smile.

  Morgan and David turned to the tall and handsome demon. Black horns jutted out from his forehead while dark reddish skin covered his face. His features were striking with a strong chin and chiseled features. Black eyes gazed on the man and giant purple mutant before a killer smile formed.

  “Mina has told me all about you both. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Damian said and stuck out his hand.

  Morgan shook it first, eyes falling to the handshake as Damian squeezed him like a vice. Before the player could say anything, Damian let go and shook David’s hand.

  “Iron grip there,” the giant mutant smiled.

  The demon said nothing as he kept his smile.

  “We are going to visit all the houses and make our way back,” Mina smiled before shooting a happy glance to Morgan and David.

  The man and mutant nodded as Mina and the demon stepped away.

  “He better not break her heart,” David said protectively.

  “I don’t know, I can see her tearing him to pieces if he caused any trouble.”

  David scratched his head, “I think you’re right. Maybe we should warn him?”

  The two friends looked to each other and began to laugh. Lena stepped over with refreshments and handed them off. The bald alien women kissed David on the cheek again and he looked to her with a warmth Morgan had never seen before. She seemed to brighten his world and Morgan wondered if he would feel like that if he achieved a third heart with either Anya or Tibby.

  “Hello Morgan,” said two voices from behind.

  Morgan turned around and nearly jumped back as Anya and Tibby stood, about three feet from him, but five feet apart. Anya wore a short bright yellow dress. Simple silver earrings hung from her ears while a pale red lipstick covered her lips. Short heels graced her feet and a small attitude creased her brow as she glanced to Tibby.

  Tibby wore black jeans, and a tight black top which displayed her assets. Black lipstick covered her full lips as dark green eyes were locked on Morgan. An electricity filled the air as both women’s body language refused to acknowledge the other. Music vibrated along and the wisps of smoke from the grills gave the area a mysterious glow.

  “Ummm, hello ladies,” Morgan said and mentally punched himself in the stomach.

  Tibby gave the player a sly smirk before stepping past him and holding out her hand to David and Lena.

  “Hi, I’m Tiburon Finn. Pleased to meet you,” Tibby said with a small smile.

  Morgan was taken aback as she normally seemed so shy. Mind working, it hit him that she was making an aggressive move to his friend to establish social dominance
, or so he thought.

  “David Nulk Tanner and this is my girlfriend, Lena Skye,” David said and shook Tibby’s hand.

  Anya stepped closer to Morgan, her voice low, “Can I talk to you in private?”

  Tibby turned and gave Anya a death stare.

  “Maybe as the night goes on,” Morgan said, unsure what to do.

  Anya’s brow sharpened, “I really want to talk to you in private.”

  Tibby stepped closer. “Don’t bully him,” the pale beauty said sharply.

  “Maybe we should give them a moment,” Lena said into David’s ear.

  “I want to see what happens,” David grinned before Lena took hold of his big arm and pulled him away.

  Anya turned her hard gaze to Tibby, “Shouldn’t you be eating fish by the docks?”

  Tibby gave Anya a wicked grin, “I think you mean, eating your friends by the docks?”

  The athletic beauty balled her fists when Morgan stepped between them.

  “I don’t think it will be good for the party if you two start fighting,” the player said while trying to be diplomatic.

  “There is a truce tonight,” Tibby said while giving Anya an evil leer.

  Anya gave a hesitant nod, “There is, but that doesn’t mean you can keep him all to yourself!”

  “Maybe he wants to just be with me,” Tibby said evilly.

  Anya was about to shout when Morgan held up his hands.

  “Okay, I think this has gone on long enough.”

  Anya and Tibby turned their attention to the player as he continued.

  “I can safely assume you both know all about each other and know that I am dating both of you, correct?”