Neon Mass: Infernal Nights 4 (Patreon)

I admit, I stared, utterly gobsmacked, at the massive bra clad tits as large as my head as they were freed from their tightly bound, cloth prison. They bounced loosely, swaying gently with her movements, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away. Junker Queen, however, seemed to notice my stare, looking down at me with a smirk, and then reaching behind her back to undo her bra. I blinked slowly, my mouth hanging open as I watched her hands work the straps undone. Her big, round boobs popped loose, bouncing once before settling into place, the nipples hardening under my gaze.

A lump in my throat was swallowed down, and I cleared my throat. I was still staring, drooling, unwilling (really unable) to speak coherently while looking between those two massive jugs; each bigger than any I'd ever seen, in either life.

She shook her head, amused, her back arched and pushed her huge melons forward. I felt a surge of heat through my body, rising up my neck and face until I was almost blinded by the red glow around my eyes.

"You don't have ta be shy, boy," Junker Queen whispered huskily. "They're yours."

My brain caught up with her actions, and I quickly stepped forwards to grab her breasts. My fingers slipped into the soft flesh easily, and I squeezed, taking them both in my hands. I could feel her heart beating through the flesh, and I leaned in, sucking one nipple into my mouth, while the other was roughly mashed between my thumb and forefinger.

Junker Queen's moan echoed off the walls and roof of the gym, and I pulled away from her tit to look up into her eyes. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, the sweat dripping from her forehead as she reached up to wipe it away. Her nipples were sticking out like little erasers, her areola swelling and darkening.

“On your knees,” I told her, my voice firm. “Now.”

She dropped to her knees, her height so much that even when I was standing, my groin was level with her tits instead of her head. I grabbed her hair in my fist, pulling her head back, and I growled, "Open wide, bitch."

Her eyes got wider, and she opened her mouth. I pushed forward, sliding my cock right against the opening of her throat, and then plunging deep inside. The blue haired amazon gagged loudly, her eyes bulging, and I pulled back before she could cough. I could tell from both her moans and the way her tongue writhed that she was loving this, and I smiled to myself as I began fucking her face. I pumped my hips, thrusting deep into her mouth, and she groaned around my cock.

I started moving faster, slamming into her throat repeatedly, and she began to make little choking noises, her saliva dripping down my shaft as her nose rubbed against my pubes. I kept pounding away at her, enjoying the sound of her moans and the feel of her warm throat around my cock.

After a few minutes of this, I slowed, and with a groan, grabbed the back of her head as I came, sending my cum straight down her throat and into her stomach. My load was so large, she coughed as a trail of white came out of her nose. That… was hotter than I expected, I thought to myself, pulling my cock from her mouth, and stepping backwards. She gulped down the cum that was left in her mouth, and then wiped a finger along her lips, licking it clean.

“Mmmmm, you taste pretty good for a guy," she purred, smiling, her teeth bright in the dim light of the room. "Now, shall we move onto the next stage?"

"Oh yeah," I agreed, grabbing her arm and spinning her around, before pushing on her back to force her onto her hands and knees. She didn't resist, and I stepped up behind her, grabbing her ass and giving it a good grope while she sucked in air. I savored the feel of her firm, muscular ass for a moment, both cheeks solid muscle with nary a hint of fat on them, before reaching around her waist and undoing her belt.

"What are you doing?" she asked, turning her head to look over her shoulder at me.

"Getting you ready," I told her, unzipping her pants and dragging them down her legs. "Get your pussy ready."

The blue haired girl pushed herself up onto her knees, lifting her butt into the air, and I groaned as she spread her thighs, giving me a clear view of her shaved, pink pussylips. I hadn't actually been sure if she'd even have them, my ass could attest that she had a dick. If she hadn't had a pussy, I'd be satisfied with pounding her ass through the floor. As it stood however, I needed to see what this bitch’s body felt like, all of her.

I rubbed my cockhead along her slit, spreading her juices across her outer lips, which were glistening with arousal and drool. When I pushed forward, I felt her inner muscles clench around my shaft, and I sighed in pleasure as I slid deep inside. With a single long stroke, I buried myself balls deep in her tight snatch, and I groaned again as I bottomed out inside her. She was so tight, tighter than I expected, given her seven foot stature and stocky build.

"Fuck, you're so hot," I hissed, one hand slipping under her shoulders to grab her by the neck, and the other gripping her hip, pulling her back towards me. This position gave me just enough leverage to start pounding her hard, jerking her hips back to meet each thrust. "You are the hottest girl I've ever fucked."

She chuckled, her breasts and dick bouncing as I fucked her pussy as hard as I could. Her blue eyes were closed, and she was panting heavily, but she wasn't saying anything, just moaning softly, her face red with exertion. I fucked her harder and faster, and she moaned louder still, her body quivering every time I drove home. I wanted to hear her scream, to know that she was enjoying this, so I sped up even more, slamming into her cunt as hard as I could.

"Oh yes!" she cried out, her voice high pitched. "Harder, faster, deeper! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

I was close, I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and I was about to pull out when she screamed.

"OH GOD YES!"

Her voice rang throughout the gym as her pussy clenched tight around my cock and she came with a loud shriek, her hand slapping against the ground under her, and her whole body shaking. I pounded her one last time, thrusting deep inside her as she shuddered and shook, her back arching off the ground, and then I let go, cumming hard inside her, shooting rope after rope of hot spunk into her womb. She shook for several seconds, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me of my seed. I grunted and groaned, thrusting deep one final time, pulsing and shooting jet after jet of my cum into her, before collapsing on top of the blue haired amazon, gasping for breath.

We lay there for a minute or two, catching our breaths and enjoying the feeling of her pussy around my cock, her core occasionally squeezing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Idly, a part of my mind posed a question: did I get Junker Queen pregnant, just now? The thought made my dick twitch, sending another tiny amount of my seed into her, but I pushed the thought aside. It wasn’t immediately relevant, and I took the moment to decompress. Eventually though, we both knew that I needed to get off of her.

"So," I said, sitting upright. "That was amazing. You want me to fuck you like that again?"

"Yesss!" she gasped, her hips wriggling slightly as I pulled out of her, "but not right now. Fuck, it's gonna take me a bit to recover. Next time, I think I’ll have that cock of yours in my ass. Only fair, after I tried out yours, don’t ya think?"

I chuckled, standing up and cracking my back as I stretched. My pants were pulled back on, and I gave her ass a firm spank as I walked past her. Up next for me was a shower. After that, I was either going to fix something to eat or get some more research and studying in.

As I left the gym, I heard Junker Queen groan and say, “Best bloke I evah been with. Might be worth having a sprog with ‘im.”

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A few hours, a relaxing shower, and a bunch of reading later, I was in the kitchen again, putting together something edible from the assorted supplies in the place. There was something like spam in the cupboards, a fake egg liquid thing, those pellets that looked like dog food, cooking oil, salt, and some other spices. Looking at what I had available to me, I knew what dinner was going to be.

Step one: turn the pellets into something akin to flour or bread crumbs and heavily season. Step two: cut the spam into chicken tender sized cuts. Dredge in the seasoned egg wash, bread, repeat for a grand total of three dredges and breads before sticking them into the hot cooking oil. Wait until they’re browned and done, drain on paper towels, and serve with a side of soy sauce that I talked Jack into going out and getting (she’d gone a touch overboard, but now we had more stuff that I could use in the immediate future).

It wasn’t anything particularly fancy, but it was filling. The best part was the reactions from the others, V especially with the noises that she made. They were practically lewd, to the point that I think Junker Queen made a joke about it to Jack, and I enjoyed watching them eat. I didn't know what else we'd need to buy for a serious grocery run, but I was confident that whatever was left over would go towards breakfast the next morning.

After dinner, I helped clean up, then got to work on a plan. My main priority was getting the rest of my implants up and running, and then I saw an image that… well, I’m pretty sure I know what one of the things Devil-Corpo brought me here for was. It was a bit like a scene from the movie Demolition Man, when Simon Phoenix had his programming telling him to kill Edgar Friendly. The key difference though was who it was that I was feeling the urge to kill. Let’s just say that it wasn’t the unofficial military head of a society living in the sewers.

I swallowed, staring at the news image of one of the most, if not the most, heavily protected men in the world. He was talking to the President of the New United States and the head of Vaught, and rather notably the President was clearly not the one in charge of the room when the news report was taken. That man was someone I knew only through a video game, before my arrival here, but to everyone else, he was a man larger than life.

My hand reached out, pressing against the screen. I blinked, and shook my head, forcing back the almost trance I'd been in, trying to ignore the feeling of that man's presence. I stood up, walking away from the TV, heading back to my bedroom. I sat down on the bed, closing my eyes and concentrating. I needed blueprints, the best hacker in the country, some serious firepower, and a hell of a lot of training to pull it off.

I was going to figure out a way, I don’t know how, to kill Saburo Arasaka.