Mark 2.0: Book 4: Love

by Prax Venter

  “Just a blow job,” Jezebel grinned. “I’ll make it quick.”

  “Angel,” Abby said. “Hold his face down with your pussy while we all take turns suckling power from the Commander.” A flutter of pleasure warmed her artificial core at the direct order.

  “I obey, mistress.”

  Angel tilted her head forward and locked her pixel eyes on his as she moved to fulfill her mission. Was the bare-assed bot trying to hide a smile?

  Mark leaned back, waving Angel in as she climbed up and pressed her peach-colored cheeks down over his eyes and her delicious slit onto his lips.

  The druid wasted no time shoving his dick into her throat, and he felt her guide Angel’s hands to her horns. The bot got the hint and as she wiggled her asshole onto his nose, she began forcing Jezebel’s head up and down.

  He loved his girls so much and having them near warmed his heart in a way that Maliah never could. It was easy to give Jezebel what she wanted from him, and with time on his mind, he started pumping cum into her throat after only a few minutes.

  “Next?” he heard her say after getting her fill.

  “Go on, little one,” Sasha said. “I’m going to shove my tail in Jezebel’s hungry brown pudge while we wait.”

  He heard Jezebel say “Pudge?” before Abby’s hot mouth was joined by Angel’s full lips as they both went to work on him.

  “Too soon!” Mark tried to say, but his air was cut off by the obedient bot on his face.

  With a muffled sigh, he charged his tongue with his newest ability and discharged a zap of electricity into Angel’s asshole.

  “Ahhnngh!” she wailed and ground down on him harder, seeking to get his tongue deeper into her rubbery anus. He rooted her out with his shocking ability, and she hit several simulated orgasms while Abby hopped on to finish him off with her tight little pussy. Her skin always tingled on his, but when he was deep inside her body, he always felt chemically assaulted. Mark hit a new blissful state of relaxed orgasm as he transferred her essence swiftly before Sasha came for her round of bonus skill points.

  “Nuh-uh,” he heard the succubus say. “You stay here and get both those smooth green tentacles way up my primary pleasure hole while I bury Commander Mark’s dick in my ass.”

  There was movement by his crotch as Abby and Sasha figured out the logistics and during this brief downtime, Mark summoned a face shield with a Pinocchio-like nose growing into Angel’s durable asshole.

  “Oh, Commaaaander,” the bot moaned. “He is too good to me.”

  “Just don’t break the bed,” Jezebel chided from across the room as the horny power droid began to slam her perfectly crafted ass down on the shield he’d given her.

  The view was mesmerizing, but he quickly became distracted by the strong, tight anus of his sex demon as she began bouncing on his dick.

  Abby took some initiative and began licking his sack as she explored Sasha’s innards with her deft tentacles and even though he’d been used and abused by more sexually demanding AIs than he could remember, his tongue-tickled balls began pumping into Sasha’s ass way faster than he expected. Sasha really knew what she was doing.

  Once everyone had their crack at Mark, Angel reluctantly pulled his huge ethereal rod out of her ass, and he tried to sit up. But exhaustion washed over his mind like a soft blanket.

  “Here,” Jezebel said as he tossed him one of the no-sleep beans she’d picked up from the centaur rave party. He rolled it between his fingers before popping it into his mouth and wondering what that whole race was up to… and whether they would join Maliah.

  “Probably,” he whispered to himself. He and his Enthralled had really made a mess of things for them.

  Something new in the eddies of magic caught his blind eye, and Mark turned to see a statue of Jezebel where she’d been standing. The wooden floorboards under her dainty stone hooves began to creak, and he watched as her caramel and honey colors washed back over her.

  “Well,” she began as she rubbed her horn. “I can’t move or do anything, but I’m a few notches below invincible when in this new form.”

  “And heavy!” Sasha added.

  “What did you girls get?” Mark asked as he started pulling on his pants again. “Besides the honor of experiencing my stellar cock, that is.”

  His sex-demon flashed him a peace sign. “Arc Bolt can store two charges now, each with their own cooldown.”

  Everyone turned to Abby who was standing with a tentacle around her pet bot’s narrow waist.

  “I’m saving to focus everything into my established skillset, but I had enough points to unlock Mind Fuck. In addition to enhancing our pleasure-taking, it was inexpensive to take a synergy skill. Now, if I cast both Mind Crush and Mind Fuck, the target will take considerable imaginary implosion damage.”

  Sasha wrinkled her nose. “Oh, you’re such a cute little head popper.”

  “Historical caches regarding team capabilities and dynamics have been updated,” Angel said.

  Mark finished buttoning his old silk shirt and turned to face her. “Don’t worry, little droid. As soon as we set up this third goddess anchor, we are zipping straight for the moon where you were built to get you some upgrades, too. And I don’t want to leave there until we get you that antenna mesh or whatever that allows you to mentally link up with your primary user.”

  Abby hugged her bonded bot tight as they both sent out emotional waves of appreciation.

  “Right,” Mark said, finally dressed and feeling good after the magic bean erased his sex-withered weariness. “Let’s get this shit-show on the road.”

  They met Learis, Amina, and Princess Verrelle outside of the village near the entrance to the cleaned depot and the balloon-breasted Lagomorph put her hand on her thick hip as they approached.

  “Are you sure you didn’t get enough sleep?”

  The sarcasm was thick, but his response was stalled when he saw the ancient, armored bunny action figure tied to her belt like a talisman.

  “Sorry,” he said. “Maliah fucked with my dreams last night.”

  “She can do that?” Verrelle said, fear seeping from her mind.

  “Don’t worry,” Jezebel said. “It appears that she can only do it with Mark as he is the only real player in the gameworld.”

  The Blazar Princess frowned. “That… doesn’t really make me feel better.”

  “Never mind all that,” Mark said, shifting into Commander mode. “We need to get moving. I am going to open a portal directly to the place where we returned the Orb of Power and then we can maybe get some real answers to what’s going on here.” He paused to turn toward Angel. “Can you fill everyone in on what you learned during our scouting mission?”

  She nodded her glossy helmeted head. “The aggressive depot malfunctions appear to stem from some outside energy infestation. I do not believe it has anything to do with the entity known as Maliah. I do not know any more than that.”

  “Then we root out this infestation,” Amina said calmly.

  “Damn right we will,” Learis added, stepping closer to the Awysai chieftain.

  Mark gave the new Collector a nod and noted that she had yet to Enthrall Learis. Her instant attraction was still bothering her.

  “Mark,” Jezebel said, pulling his focus. “You can only use your ‘anywhere’ portal once a day and we don’t know what madness awaits us in the chamber with the system artifact. Perhaps we should teleport somewhere nearby and approach from a safe distance.”

  “Her logic is flawless,” Abby added.

  Mark rubbed his chin. “Okay, somewhere close… I could probably take us to that empty field where we- uh, had that serious talk and restored your wings.”

  “If we do that,” Sasha said, “we’ll have a problem with so many bodies to ferry across that windy bottomless gap.”

  “I should be able carry the weight of my Mistress,” Angel said. “Through experience, I’ve optimized my gravity manipulation output.”

  Abby took a step back f
rom the group and then said, “I have been gaining experience as well…” Everyone turned to watch her face tighten in concentration for a few seconds before her oversized boots ascended about an inch off the ground, held there for about two seconds, then lost control and dropped back down.

  “Holy shit!” Mark said, pumping a massive surge of pride in her direction. “That’s fucking awesome.”

  “It’s a start,” Abby said, panting from the exertion. “And I seem to have more telekinetic power over myself than anything else.”

  Mark shrugged. “We’ll figure transportation out- even if it means shuttle-bus-Jezebel makes multiple trips.”

  “I can do that.” The satyr nodded.

  Pulling the memory from the night Jezebel dashed away from him was easy. It was one of the most frightening moments in his whole life as he felt her connection slipping from his heart. She reached out now and took his other hand, their substantial bond humming with sympathetic emotions surrounding the powerful event.

  He squeezed it gently before triggering whatever folding of space that allowed this instantaneous movement, then pulled back the thin membrane between the two established points.

  The waving grasses on other side looked like anywhere else on Lagos.

  “I’m never going to get over this,” Princess Verrelle said as she moved in close to look over his shoulder.

  Everyone moved through the portal and once the full party of hot monster women were standing among windswept hills, Sasha pointed out the right way to go.

  “How are you so good with directions?” Learis asked as they pushed through the Garda Grass. “Is it an unlocked Enthralled power?”

  She flashed her a small, fanged smile. Everyone knew why she was asking about powers.

  “No, actually. Navigation was one of the main duties I performed as Mark’s virtual assistant out in the real world. The Crystal Heart system around us must have baked that into my core abilities as a Techno Succubus.”

  The Lagomorph shook her head. “I’m still having a hard time wrapping my head around the concept of everything I know being a game.”

  Mark chuckled. “You and me both, but you- Learis, and all of you born and living in this world- are a miracle from my perspective. A miracle I will die protecting.”

  The group remained quiet as they marched toward the edge of this floating landmass under the periwinkle sky. Before, Jezebel had just gained her flight ability and blitzed them over this space in minutes as they tested her limits, but the walk was shorter than he expected.

  The landscape ahead of them was also not what he expected.

  “Unreal,” Learis whispered as she joined him on the top of the hill where he’d stopped, and Mark had to agree.

  They were still about two miles from their goal, but the empty space they’d flown over before was now filled in with gleaming, metal hexagons. The black sphere was still in the center, but all around it were the new silvery hunks the size of houses. All were different heights and formed a haphazard maze of perfectly aligned walls with more material slowly raising up from the impossible depths below. Mark focused on the part touching the land closest to them, and his magic-sensitive eye sent unsettling whispers into his mind. Whatever this was, it was spreading outward from the center sphere, consuming everything.

  Sasha crossed her arms under her heavy tits. “Looks like we don’t need to worry about shuttle-bus-Jez.”

  - 14 -

  Mark watched Jezebel and Angel float separate ways against the periwinkle sky then turned to face the portal he was holding open back to their home dimension. He nodded and Abby activated her mind cloud as she hopped through and began her own simultaneous scouting mission.

  The green woman stayed low, her black boots making only slight crunching noises as she crept around what looked like a mix between greenhouse and a science lab, but it’d been gutted.

  Her mind whispered back a sense of abandoned quiet.

  If Sasha was right, this one rift out of the thousands around the area would land them in within a building of the Centaur Technocracy. And of course, she was right. Mark had also been right about what would happen a week after they’d yanked out its power source. The place called Arclight Zone had no purpose once the lights were shut off.

  He panned his cheating eye around the mostly sterile marble and chrome walls to find nothing jumping out at him. Then, his normal eye scanned the huge central trough filled with black hoses that had to be for cultivating trees. Above them were mostly unbroken panes of black glass they came out on about the third floor of some research building.

  Based on what Abby was feeling about stillness, the location would indeed be a great fallback point. Having Princess Verrelle and Learis… even Amina with them caused Mark to stop and think through every choice. And this new choice became possible when he pivoted the viewpoint portal so that the distant Orb Fortress aligned perfectly with the black sphere at the center of this strange magnetized platform. If this whole centaur city were abandoned, he’d found a whole alternate route. They did already cheat their way through this area before… but in reverse.

  Angel pulsed out a growing pressure of distress, so Mark pulled back to focus on the Lagos scouting mission. Jezebel felt this change through him, and the tiny dots above converged overhead. A moment later, his bonded druid broadcast that they were returning.

  “She’s in pain,” Abby whispered as she slipped back through the portal. Angel did have an unusual wince in her pixelated eyes, but he could tell she was experiencing discomfort rather than serious pain.

  Mark let the flap of reality drop closed behind her and focused on what the scouts had found out.

  “The Centaur Technocracy research building linked to this point appears abandoned,” Abby said quickly as she moved close enough to wrap her tentacle through Angel’s metal fingers. “Now, what is harming you?”

  “A strong magnetic field permeates the area, controlling this nickel and iron alloy. There is a 97% chance that what is projecting it is also responsible for the depot network corruption. Robotic Lagomorph constructs similar to my design patrol in repeating patterns. I believe they are manufactured within the central sphere.”

  “Lagomorph constructs,” Learis repeated. “Are they hostile?”

  “Unknown. 78% probability, yet given historical precedent, the technology may not be hostile toward indigenous biology. They are heavily armored. I would recommend caution.”

  “How about you?” Mark asked. “Can you tolerate this magnetic field? Should you?”

  She smiled at him. “Most of my components are shielded or are comprised of non-magnetic compounds. It is unpleasant but not harmful. However, prolonged exposure over several weeks may temporarily inhibit neural cognition.”

  Sasha’s spade tail snapped once. “We’re shutting this infestation down today, sweety.”

  “I counted over 40 instances patrolling on fixed routes,” Jezebel said. “Yet, I estimate there may be as many as three times more that we didn’t see. It’s beautiful, like a geometric flower blossom with the black sphere in the center. It’s not really a maze in there and closer to a natural formation. We won’t get lost if we keep heading in the direction we want to go.”

  Princess Verrelle began backing away on her serpent-shaped energy.

  “That’s a lot of combatants.”

  “Okay,” Mark said, spinning to face everyone behind him. “We’re going to do a controlled first contact with Jez, Angel, and Learis. Maybe they’re friendly, but if something goes wrong, this fallback portal point looks all clear. We isolate one. I’ll get a peek with my True Sight, and we’ll test what happens when a Lagomorph says ‘hi’ to these constructs. We are going in light so we can take the flying-centaur escape pod back here if there’s trouble.”

  Amina became very still, but after Learis touched her shoulder, she let out a deep breath.

  “I think-” was all the Awysai got out before Princess Verrelle started shouting.

  “Over there!
Over there!”

  Mark spun to see a silver and gold rabbit-bot approaching from one of the many channels to their left. The thing was primitive compared to Angel and reminded him of some basic prototype on the same concept. Its stiff ears stood back at an intense forty-five-degree angle as it sprinted straight toward them on its upright rabbit legs. Yet, the bladed pitchforks at the end of its pumping forearms didn’t inspire thoughts of neighborly handshakes.

  “It must have detected us,” Angel whispered.

  “Just the one,” Mark hoped. “This might be the perfect chance to get some info on these things without getting too deep into that magnetized clusterfuck.”

  He jogged a few steps forward into its path, and its angular head snapped to face him. The robot’s headlamp eyes were difficult to squint into yet...

  Information arrayed as blurry, omnipresent waves pulsed within his mind for a heartbeat before this distant alien intelligence severed the connection. His most potent ability slammed into a solid wall of unyielding air and shut off.

  “Vine when we’re closer!” Mark shouted as he sprinted. “Amina, cover Learis and both of you with me, now.”

  Everyone moved at once. Verrelle slithered up to the fallback point while his Enthralled mentally synchronized their flanking wedge behind him as they tore through the grass.

  The creature’s tapered shins clanked against the nickel-iron hexagons at exactly 256 beats per minute, and the fact that he was absolutely sure of this number almost caused him to trip. His focus shifted down to the glossy hexagons currently passing under his boots.

  For all he knew, the sections could simply drop once they stepped onto one, and even at the size of a farmhouse, they were smaller than expected when sprinting across. Too late now.

  “It’s being controlled by distant- uh thoughts!” Mark yelled as they all dashed across the infestation. “Like a hivemind.”