“I have great news!” John declared when he entered the living room.
“I have greater news!” Rave shouted back from the couch and waved him towards her. “Or funnier news, at least. Check this out!”
Walking over, John leaned over the back of the couch, while the Lightbearer raised her phone to let him see what she was talking about. What greeted him was the sight of so man looking like his soul was leaving his body through his open mouth. “Why are you showing so dude’s blowjob face?” John asked, highly confused, then he noticed the green-skinned redhead between the guy’s legs. “Is this Worlina’s video library?”
“Ja,” Rave responded, snickering a little bit. With a swipe of her finger, she scrolled over the thumbnails. All of them displayed Worlina sucking a guy off and that guy looking absolutely lost in ecstasy.
All of them except the very last one, which displayed the goblin limply lying on the glass table, eyes rolled up, wearing only torn stockings, tongue lolled out and covered in absurd amounts of cum. That was the state they had eventually left her in. Rave had to close the show, since the actual host hadn’t been able to say anything anymore.
“Took them almost a week to make that public, but there it is now. Hilarious,” his girlfriend laughed, then proceeded to read the comnts about her ass. John didn’t find it quite as funny as she did, but it was amusing. After climbing over the back of the couch and dropping on the cushions, a needy Eliza ca crawling his way. “Anyway, your news?”
Before answering, John had to pay so attention to the naked submissive that was putting her chin on his knee like a sad dog. “What are you doing on the floor?” he asked. The nude part of things was hardly surprising. He was disrobing quickly himself. He was in his living room, after all.
“Dumbfuck cumbuckets don’t get to sit on that dead-cow-covered pedestal,” Eliza grumbled.
“She’s been mopey for the last half hour,” Rave said. “Stupid depressed teenage phases.”
“Go fuck yourself with a Bad Dragon cock, you seizure inducing cunt-muffin,” the blood mage cussed, much in the usual manner. “Just having a mood.”
“I feel like you’re missing an adjective there,” John pointed out.
“Big fucking mood.” The clarification didn’t clarify anything at all; the tone really didn’t make it sound like she wanted to actually fuck. Instead, she just looked up to John with big eyes.
With a theatrical sigh, John bowed down and grabbed her under the shoulders. Quickly, he pulled her into his lap and placed her ass against his imdiately growing erection. Whether she was in a fucking mood or not, her cushion of a butt surely put him in one. The focus lay on cuddling her though. “Just feeling down?” he asked and kissed the back of her neck.
“Yes,” Eliza answered. “I don’t deserve cuddles…”
“Nonsense,” Rave chid in and cattishly got in on the hug by nuzzling against them. “You deserve all the cuddles, ya mood-swinging subby thing you.”
“Noooo…” the white-blue haired girl ekly protested, but she was already too deep inside their arms to get out.
“Aclysia is going to make dinner now, that’ll cheer you up,” John promised and stroked her hair. Until then, he would just cuddle her and deliver the news. “Anyway, what I was getting at was that I got the Puppeteer Challenge beat.”
“Oooh, nice,” Rave sounded at least adequately excited.
Two days ago, John had reached level 220.
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