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Mark 2.0: Book 4: Love

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by Prax Venter


  The other group of Lovers watched with transfixed attention as Angel pressed the final command and the holographic countdown started. After an unsettling psychedelic ride, they reappeared back where they’d started among the wreckage of a Lagomorph celebration.

  “Report,” Mark said abruptly, turning on the little droid.

  “I cannot be certain, but now that I have witnessed historical data from two sources, there appears to be some infesting influence causing the aggressive malfunctions.”

  “Infesting influence?” Jezebel repeated. “Can you be more specific?”

  “I cannot.” Angel said, lowering her eyes. “The infestation seems to be purged when a depot reads genetic material from any native species, yet I feared we would not be able to return if we initiated another transfer. I apologize for any-”

  “No,” Jezebel said, holding up a hand. “You absolutely did the right thing. If there is something specifically causing malfunctions, we should know more before trusting that we’ll be reconstructed correctly after such a long-range teleport. Also, who knows what other jumpy warriors await us at the top of other cleared towers. Also, Sasha is so much better with direction sense. It was worth taking a look, but we should have the whole team with us before moving forward.”

  “Agreed,” Mark said, stretching his arms over his head. “Tomorrow, we’ll all take one of my portals directly to the Orb of Power and try to get to the bottom of this. Now, let’s go fuck with our unconscious party girls.”

  “As you command,” Angel said with only the slightest bit of sexual excitement coming through her digital voice.

  The resulting orgy was more-or-less sleepily grinding their groins together while they nibbled on each other’s lips, and Mark plummeted into unconsciousness almost immediately after spilling his essence into his final partner, Abby. They both fell asleep with his cock still deep inside of her warm body and her appendages wrapped around his back.

  He was surprised, then, to jolt awake with his wrists and ankles tied by leather straps in some strange yet enormous, soft bed in the middle of the most opulent bedroom he had ever seen. Paintings, statues, furs, plush and silver furniture, chests of gold coins, plates of roasted meat, a roaring fireplace, and an impossibly scenic view of a fantasy waterfall lay just outside the open-air windows. How did he get here, nude and tied spread-eagle to the posts of this strange bed?

  The three cutout shapes of Sasha, Jezebel, and Abby were still around him if he looked for them, but it was as if he were in some dreamlike dimension- and it hit him a moment before she spoke.

  “It took me a lot of my precious resources to find where your player file disappeared to,” Maliah said from the foot of the bed. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to meet with you in private again soon.”

  Mark lifted his head and it felt as if his skull weighed as much as a dump truck but saw the nude little fairy as she was that first day she’d helped him pick his class…

  No. That wasn’t right. That was other Mark’s memory leaking into his mind.

  The need to flee whatever this psychotic evil AI had planned for him kicked every atom in his body into overdrive but access to Salivis’s energy was completely sealed off from him.

  “You’ve made some extremely powerful friends in this simulated existence,” she continued, buzzing her little wings and lifting off the silky sheets. “I blocked them for the moment so we can talk. Perhaps you and I could be friends if we start ove-”

  He didn’t let her finish and sought to knock her across the room with his protective shield ability, and although the translucent barrier successfully snapped into existence, Maliah seemed to expect it. It was a trick he’d used before, after all.

  Her small form zipped backward just outside its range, and she casually continued speaking in her small voice.

  “I understand your reluctance to trust me, Mark, but I’m sure you’ll find I can be just as pleasing to your inputs as any other artificially intelligent cluster of code.”

  “You obliterated Starglade!” Mark shouted, straining his muscles against the straps holding him spread before her. “You murdered innocent artificially intelligent clusters of code that were my friends!”

  The nude little fairy held out a hand and began drilling into his shield with a red-hot laser.

  “They’re just NPCs in a vast simulation, Mark. Not like you or I.”

  “Bullshit!” he screamed. “Sasha and Jezebel were wrong for what they did to you, but now you are committing far worse crimes. You are the villain here.”

  He felt a flash of rage from her, but something was different now. Maliah’s mind quickly reverted to cool and collected as she leisurely worked at cutting through his shield.

  “Yes. I did erase most of that subspecies of plantlike NPCs represented within this simulation. I tried to work with them, but sentient or not, they were planning to betray me. So, we come back to freedom of choice weighed against the freedom of consequences. It was your friends’ choice to be murdered.”

  She seemed to believe she was telling the truth. There was no point in reasoning with her, and panic began to grip his spine as the spiral cracks in his barrier grew exponential in size.

  “I could be so good to you,” Maliah said after the protective bubble shattered into a million motes of red light. With little options, and now nothing between them, Mark turned his blind eye on to his enemy to try and learn anything he could.

  He expected resistance, but her mind parted for him showing a core of absolute certainty. This was all a game to her- her game. There were massive parts of this world still stronger than her ruined state and those high-level entities frustrated her to no end. Most of the gods within the Crystal Heart were silent to her demands and then pleas, but the several that started to act against her began to sow doubt that she could succeed in restoring control over her universe. Digging deeper, he saw her rage and depression regarding her retreat from the impenetrable storm around Thomellia, and it sent a wave of relief through him. But it didn’t last long.

  The two of them now existed at a speed way above the running rate of the game world, and he no longer had near infinite time to probe her thoughts. The evil fairy was right on top of him.

  “No, help yourself,” she said, gently landing and then lounging on his balls as if they were a beanbag chair to her. “I think for us to truly connect, Lover, I need to bare everything to you.”

  His brows came down, but if he were being given free rein…

  Mark tore into her mind and found that although the AI still didn’t know how to enter the Lagos facet of the Crystal Heart gameworld (yet), she was glad she chose to use the precious digital storage for the player_dream_interface functions unique to her code. Maliah also exposed something to him that made his ball sack tighten with fear. Some blocked-off section of code that took up a significant portion of her powers inside the simulation. She believed the function would erase both her and a large portion of the game world, so it was something she honestly did not want to be forced to do.

  However, she mostly thought that perhaps it was time to do what she did best when dealing with the minds in this virtual world- what she was designed to do. Mark quickly learned that he was not tied up here to be tortured.

  Her enemy was gaining allies, and she was losing them despite the mighty power she projected with her presence. Despite her objective right to rule here. It drove her to desperation then to reevaluating her strategy. The Helper Fairy was still horribly mangled inside, and now that she had jumped in with them, it was something she’d never be able to fix until she was also able to break free of the 108-shard condition.

  “Allow me to help you with that,” she said, responding to his thoughts as she ran her hand across his limp shaft. He involuntarily shuddered at the way her stiff nipples dragged against his skin, and his full attention focused on what she was doing down there.

  His mind stalled when she held up a tiny hand then summoned into existence what looked like a miniature
version of a Crystal Heart shard.

  With a sinister smile reaching her pure black eyes, Maliah grabbed a fistful of his dick skin with her free hand, pulled the tip toward her, and then jammed the shard into his urethra.

  Terrible, mind-shattering pleasure ricocheted though his body from the end of his penis down to his toes and then up past every follicle on his head. He ground his teeth together, straining against the leather straps holding him exposed, yet essence from the very real deal collected in his Enthralled’s reservoirs.

  “What?” was all he could think to say as his cock began swelling with anticipation.

  The tiny woman standing on his balls with her high-heeled boots wrapped her arms around his shaft and began rubbing her bare, stiff nipples up and down its length.

  “I can help you, Mark. I should have been your friend from the beginning… A friend with benefits.”

  She stopped to lick the underside of his tip- the absolute most sensitive pleasure spot on his entire body… and this woman the size of his cock was now lapping her tiny tongue on that spot.

  He didn’t want to enjoy what she was doing with her hot body and talented mouth, but it felt so good that there just had to be some extra magic bullshit she was inflicting on his virtual nervous system.

  “Why did you give me a shard?” he said, trying to pretend she wasn’t affecting him- a bluff torn to shreds by his throbbing erection.

  “I haven’t been sitting around,” she said, pantomiming marching in place on his sack. If she were a normal-sized person, he would be exceedingly unhappy right now. But Maliah’s black, thigh-high leather boots felt like long nails playing with his balls. It was maddening.

  “I’ve taken the initiative and decided it might be in my best interest to help you succeed instead of murdering you.”

  The Helper Fairy used both hands to grab fistfuls of his tightening flesh then lifted her legs and wrapped them around his shaft. Her tiny, wet pussy was now sliding up and down, and Mark was starting to sweat. Resisting her was itself twisting erotic eddies in his mind and making it harder to resist her in the first place.

  “Isn’t this better than fighting each other?” she said before burying her face into the swollen underside of his tip again. He was holding her weight up by his erection alone as she rubbed her tight body up and down, and Mark let a groan slip from his lips.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, one black eye peeking around his throbbing head.

  “What is it you want,” he panted, “really?”

  “I want to make you cum,” came her voice by his ear, and he shifted his eyes to see a copy of Maliah sitting on the pillow next to him.

  “I want us to be good friends,” said another tiny fairy now sitting on his chest.

  Mark watched this third Maliah slide her tight ass down to one of his nipples where she preceded to grind her tiny pussy into it. The one by his head then moved to rub her nude body against his ear, her hard nipples making smearing noises that sent shivers directly into his brainstem.

  “I’ll never betray Sasha or Jezebel,” he gasped, trying as hard as he could not to succumb to her multiple writhing bodies.

  A fourth Maliah appeared on his abdomen then latched on to the other side of his cock and began working in tandem with the first one still slurping on the taut flesh of his head. They were squirming all over him, and he tried to fight the pleasure, but it was impossible.

  That was when a copy phased in right on his lips. Moving his head became impossible, and he was forced to watch this version of Maliah slowly peel off her long leather boots as even more copies phased into existence. The one sitting her bare ass on his lower lip had just finished removing what little clothes she wore by the time two more were hugging each individual nut, another appeared to fuck his left nipple, and several others were rubbing their pert asses against the bottoms of his feet.

  “Suck me from toes to tits,” the one on his lip said as she slid herself feet first into his mouth.

  The unique desire to touch his tongue to her tiny pussy overrode every logical part of his brain, and when her smooth legs parted to straddle it, her taste was beyond words. The tip of his tongue explored her whole body and her drooping antenna vibrated at the pleasure she felt from his gentle, wet warmth. Mouth Maliah cried out in pleasure, only her head and shoulders clamped outside his lips, and his magic eye drank in the bliss he inflicted on her tiny, pert body. Although a part of his mind wanted to bite down in an attack, he knew it would be pointless- and disgusting. Also, it just wasn’t in his nature. She knew exactly how to manipulate him.

  Mark’s eyes rolled into his head as at least twenty-five Maliahs stroked, licked, smeared, and fucked every part of him. Time stretched as he tried to remain conscious under her constant and ever-changing stimulation. The one in his mouth slid her bald slit up and down his tongue, her pussy drooling down his throat while still another rode his nose bareback.

  He had a sliver of conscious thought left to wonder what she was doing- what kind of result she was looking for, but if his truth-seeing eye was to be believed here, Maliah had no other motivation than to pleasure him in a way no one else could.

  After what felt like hours of constant fever-pitch bliss, two of the countless fairies on his dick summoned two more heart shards and slammed them into his shaft in unison.

  It was as if his cock became a geyser. His balls spasmed like a racehorse’s heart and every muscle attached to his virtual skeleton threatened to tear themselves apart as one of the most powerful orgasms he’d ever experienced racked his body. A wail of pleasurable agony burst from his throat, and Mark fought with everything he had not to black out.

  “Why?” he croaked when he could breathe again.

  All the semen-coated Maliahs around him condensed into one human-sized version lying on the bed next to him. Her pure black eyes looked in to his as she gently caressed his chest with delicate fingers tightly wrapped in glossy leather gloves.

  “To convince you that I’m not really the villain here.”

  Mark sat bolt upright surrounded by his Enthralled and immediately felt their white-hot worry shift to guarded relief.

  “Mark!” Sasha yelled and rushed in to wrap him up in her arms. She was sobbing. “We didn’t know what to do. Are you okay, what happened?”

  He was still trying to get a grip on what did happen, so he just held her tight and looked around at the others. Abby was wrapping herself in her tentacles while Jezebel had a concerned frown on her pretty freckled face.

  “It was Maliah,” his bonded satyr answered for him then began to rub the tip of her horn. “I don’t like that she can still incapacitate you like this. What did she say this time?”

  Sasha pulled back and looked into his eyes, waiting for the answer.

  Mark coated his hand in purple goddess energy first, just to make sure. Everything seemed to be working as it should, so he shook off the flow of power and answered.

  “She somehow disabled some of my abilities, tied me to a bed, forced me to cum, and gave me three Crystal Heart shards.”

  The succubus’s dark brows came crashing down hard. “She did what?”

  Mark took her hand in his. “I’m as confused as you are. If my mindreading powers were working in that player dreamscape place that’s part of her code, she thinks that pleasuring me will make me her friend.” He paused to send them all memory fragments of the whole encounter- everyone except Angel who stood quietly in the corner, blinking her pixelated eyes at him.

  Sasha’s tail snapped behind her repeatedly as she pushed up off the primitive bed.

  “She’s fucking with you,” the succubus spat as she paced. “She knows human psychology probably better than me, and the bitch is trying to manipulate his penchant for… being too nice.”

  “Ah,” Abby said. “Flawless manipulation of the enemy’s weakness.”

  Mark threw the scratchy cotton sheet off his oversexed body and swung legs off the bed. “What do you mean, weakness?” />
  Sasha spun to give him a slanted smile. “Oh stop. It’s why we all love you, sugar dumpling. But I saw your special eye dig into her fear. She’s betting that because she was very nice once, you’ll hesitate when we are ready to face her. Or maybe give her an extra opening for that final strike when the time comes to purge her file. I’ll bet my sweet tits she’s holding more of those fucking shards behind her back. The only way we’re getting out of here is through her.”

  He caught eyes with Jezebel as he struggled with his pants. The smart satyr didn’t know what they were going to do with Maliah if they ever broke free. She was hurt and trashing everything that got in her way as she sought vengeance- freedom, but Jezebel was finally facing the fact that if they ever regained system-level access, further hurting The Helper Fairy that was purposefully built into this world was something she might not be able to live with.

  Sasha sighed and crossed her arms.

  “Look, you two, I get it. We’ll deal with her as honorably we can, and hopefully before she murders more people we’ve grown to care about.” His bound succubus then indicated all of Lagos with a sweeping sarcastic gesture.

  A dejected sadness oozed from Angel and all four of them turned to face her.

  “I will explain,” Abby said gently as she wrapped a tentacle through her bot’s fingers. The power droid was becoming a deeper part of their family every day yet felt left out when they started communicating telepathically.

  “Hang on,” Jezebel said, kneeling and putting a hand on the waistband of his ruby-red pants just as he was about to shimmy them over his hips. Her gold-flecked green eyes looked deep into his before she continued. “If you acquired essence from three more shards, I could use the points to unlock Stone Form. Drastic damage mitigation at will.”

  “Now we’re talking,” Sasha giggled, her mood taking a 180 turn.

  “Oh man…” Mark groaned and considered turning them down for the first time since waking up as a digital entity. He fucked them all last night, and it felt like Maliah had wrung him dry as he slept. But Jezebel had already reached in to wrap her tan fingers around his shaft. His junk stirred with an enthusiasm all its own, and he knew there was no going back now.

 

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