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Chapter 29 : New Spys / Plans fail
Sarsa had to sigh at the pitiful sight before her, two potentially good supply sources squabbling like girls on the ground. She wished she had legs to be able to kick them with in such moments, but instead she just slithered back down into the tunnel they came out of with “Karl, make a stone rod for them to bang and give us a signal when they got food, metal or useful information for us. Then please close up the entrance again and you can go back to doing your thing.”
Karl did as he was asked and they left the two realizing bickering chickens outside. Karl did use the chance of being up top to let Tris and Laka drag down a tree with them. He even “crafted” the stump to look as if someone took it down with a big saw, falling over splinters and everything.
The mood of the bunker was a bit muted after that massive fail of a possible raid. Still the mood was still high enough overall. They were all soldiers, hurry up and wait isn´t a big bother to them anymore.
Then the “more eager to prove them-self” ones made glorious suggestions of just capturing the whole base one structure at a time or to just let the whole base be sunken down and then swarmed by the army of pre well fucked wifes over a group of sweat and cum dazed helpless cattle.
Karl-Heinz mentally tuned that conversation out rather fast, he trusted his inner core to keep the plans manageable and not more desperate than the situation needs them to be. As the situation turns out, Sarsa seems to feel the same way as Karl, as she herself trows in the decoy officer Vaskra to deal with the glory hungry and maybe competition reducing mob of wifes, most of them haven´t even seen or touched the important D yet.
Compared to all the ever more new wife recruits Tris is going in for her now seeming to become bi or tri weekly routine of getting her reward / pay of dealing with a battle / someones fuck ups.
Of course just as they were back in the relocated fuck room, it was just moved over to one of the different bunks to avoid the dangers if the corridor that could be dug up or breached, Karl had to realize two things.
One the wine, even tough it was mild, had taste and two why was Sarsa so flexible in her quest giving and Tris so dynamic in her wishes of weapons. One can encode a lot of possibility's into a game of potential divergent story paths or side stepping narratives, but to some extent it all has to be premeditated, written out and coded into a game after all there have not been any true awakened ai´s out there that could so detailed react to his blatant ignoring of “predetermined” story paths.
Him rushing out with Tris to join the battle was expect-able of players, him being captured and then fleeing that capture made sens, but then them all going into happy bunker live of a construct he created with fitting quests and dynamically matching events to a structure he had made 100% to his wishes was factually impossible. There would be collisions, there would be glitches, there would be less idiot npc´s and more demands for the play to go explore the world and do stuff, after all games want to show of the world they painted with all the effort and budged they pored in.
So Karl realized that he was an anime isekai character, but unlike the beardless same faced fucks from japan, he didn´t get any godly start up help, he had to use alllllll of his earth skills and knowledge and he would get no food porn, only mostly tasteless groul.
In the few moments Karl-Heinz had the pieces slip into place for the unasked question that was his existence in this world, Tris had started to strip down and this time turn it into a strip show.
Well she tried to turn it into a strip show, the cheering crowd was there in form of Laka hooting her on to show of more thoroughly, the clothes were tailored to fit bimbo women proportion and were reasonable clean thanks to Karl´s skill abuse, so they were good enough to put up a show with, only that the bachelor party boy Karl was lost in thought and staring into the ceiling as if he was fearing his girlfriend finding out and cussing up a storm when he would get home.
The world came crashing back into full focus when Laka grabbed his head and forced his face to look into her own eyes, doing a quick check for tears or other issues. Then she smelled his breath, jerked back a bit and turned to Tris “did you force a whole bottle of the high officer alcohol stuff down his maw to get him drunk?”
Tris being now in only a half open shirt and a pants dropped down to her ankles, shot back “Na he finished that bottle himself before we went to the prison, I was wondering when that would start kicking in.”
But this time Karl-Heinz wanted to join in on the talk about him as it happens in his presence and added “That was high alcohol? Even to me never booze drinker that was almost as weak as nothing. And I don´t want to think right now, Tris what kind of fetish can I please in you?”
This stunned both into silence. Laka for this rather hard shift in attitude and demeanor. Tris was shocked into grinning ear to fluffy ear again, quickly striping the rest of her clothes and then trotting over up close to Karl on all fours. Then the land shark licks his ear and whispers “What do you got to offer bull?”
“Nothing much special, I am after all bound by the laws of reality so the really weird fetishes are of the table, also not gona serve scat, water-sport or other such yucky ones.” Came the clinically neutral reply from Karl as if talking about a productivity spread sheet.
This got a confused head tilt from Tris, which didn´t get the gesture implied clarification as Karl is still unable to understand most gestures, which causes Tris to lose her grin and feel unsure about some of her live choices.
Laka then comes in to try and save the confused Cannidor. “I think Tris would like to have some options, or to hear what your not up to offer.”
Using this as a way to drown out his mind and to avoid thinking about his realization, he starts to ramble on and listing off one body-part at a time, its potential uses in sex, its potential fetishes and potential uses of tools and toys.
This self revealing display of manic details quickly bore Tris, who in turn resorts back to what worked for her so far, blunt force simplicity. “Just fuck me silly you stupid.”
This got the text of technical legalese dense script in Karl to jump out of its tracks. He needed something more challenging or intense to keep himself mentally occupied, so he gave a counter offer “So you let me take the charge this time?”
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Tris being a bit annoyed that she wasn´t already being fucked just waved it of off, walked over to the bed and said whilst laying down tits up “come and fuck me already!” Not knowing of the grave error she had just committed in uttering these words in this context to Karl-Heinz, she lustfully licked her lips and grinned at him again, she even dared to wink whilst squeezing her breasts together with her arms and spreading her vagina lips with her fingers.
Karl as reaction just shrugged and then “crafted” the land shark to the bed, or rather reworked the ground and bed so that Tris was pinned down secured with solid stone rings against the ground in a laid down version of the standing up straight position. Her tail secured in line with her spine between her legs and further into the room. The stone rings all with a bit of softening padding from some of the blanket this room had. Her long neck was given a little bit of wiggle room but it was much reduced to her usual range of movement.
This made the grin disappear on Tris as it brought back bad memories of her being secured in metal shackles in Sarsa´s private room on the floor. “Oi ! Why did you shackle me again?! I didn´t do nothing wrong this time! Release me you still owe me!” The protests started but then died down as Karl laid a finger against his lips and shushing her.
Meanwhile the spectating Laka was biting down on her tongue to not burst into giggles, as the foul mouth seemingly had earned the muscle woman some special time out in her mind.
Tris pleas of release were muted as Karl-Heinz was finished striping down the rest of his clothes and placed his butt on Tris open maw, again limp dick and balls laying or hanging against the underside. More or less forced to take up close snuffs of the males pheromones, musk and general smell of sex from near one of the main sources this smell gets created from, her eyes dilate, her nipples stiffen into diamonds and her groin starts spilling spring water.
“Well that went faster than I thought, are you perma horny you land shark?” Being naturally bend forward in his teabaging squatting stance, Karl grabs the flesh balloons in a rough squeeze and makes the semi liquid organs jiggle. He then follows up with “Oh, my bad, you all are perma horny, some of you just got better self control. I mean look at Sarsa.” He gestures towards the door with one hand whilst the other is pinching a nipple, rolling it between his fingers like one would a pen in thoughtful boredom. “She is most likely not happy about that stone panties she got from me and even now hasn´t tried to fuck me again after what she had accepted as punishment, or maybe other reasons, either way she can keep it in her pants and stay focused on running this shit show.”
Before Karl could get up Tris gave his nether region and butt a long wet lick, huffing in delight and shuddering in pleasure, she isn´t even struggling to break free anymore, just laying there with eyes wide and panting heavy like an overheated over eager dog. Tongue lolling out and everything.
Continuing his rant “Now look at you, barely a sniff and you are putty in my grubby chubby fingers. Guess you would bark if I ordered you to.” Karl says whilst getting up and walking down her belly to lay sit down on one of her meaty thick with muscle thighs.
Tris regaining some of her mental faculties then blinked away a bit confused.” Wha? Why should I bark?” But she was still panting and even thou reduced still drooling from her lower and starting to drool from her upper lips.
“Oh you should bark if you want more pleasure” Karl says a bit playful, happy to be immersed in this activity and having reached the sen place of mind away from his unwanted realizations and other mental struggles.
Pride was the answer to this jab from Karl “NO! You are my husband and that means I take care of you! You are to please us in return, Now release me!” Tris almost yelled that as she struggled against the restrains on her body.
Laka had to poke fun and sniped at Tris with “Oh big bad boss bitch not getting her, but ooooooh look at how much your clam is enjoying it gushing in anticipation.” Giggling to herself , but staying completely out of the action to stay clear of getting involved and or rendered unable to guard her hubby.
Karl was waiting until the next natural lull or hole or opportunity shaped spot to start talking again, which needed to be much bigger than an opportunity moment needed to be for normal social people. As the moment arrived in form of Laka staying quiet and Tris starting to growl, Karl gently placed his finger atop the engorged vagina lips and slowly searched for the sexual points of interest, Tris was a porn-star proportioned woman, but also a rather alien creature that might have more than just clitoris and g spot as special spots.
This gently slow touch made Tris growl stop dead in its tracks and shifted to a almost purr. Dignity forgotten in the renewed teasing she jerked her hips and managed to have Karl slip deeper into her by accident, making her moan.
Being a bit surprised by the sudden movement of Tris, he pulls back and collects himself to rethink his approach, like one jerks back when the angle-grinder forcefully moves out of position and reaffirms in one mind why they best be held by two hands when possible, only to be used one handed anyway as it just isn´t possible to use more than one hand due to pride or bad angles or missing gripping space. So Karl-Heinz being no pussy re-positions himself, or rather his butt, on top of Tris stomach. He places one hand behind himself, grabbing into the fur below her breasts and again starts to cares and tease the folds below him.
Tris was a rather pissed at how good she was feeling and how good she actually thought she could be feeling if given the freedom to pound him into the bed, yet before new insults could jump into her mind she felt the not ideal pressure on her abdomen and a grip on her fur before the most devilish husband creature made her moan again.
But women have one difference to men that in this regard count as an advantage, the orgasm build up is hard if not impossible to spot, especially with Karl being socially inept and very inexperienced with real world women, and the orgasms come when they want to and not when they are wanted and can´t be stopped. So it came to be that our lovely Tris shivered again in her shackled position, but this time riding an orgasm instead of rage over confinement.
Looking to Laka Karl asked, fingers still doing the teasing motions “Is she having an orgasm just now?” as he gently rubs the clitoris with one finger and the other teasing the outer lips.
Laka observing the scene a bit jealous answered a bit flustered with “Seams like it, but she doesn´t seam pleased with how she is glaring at your back.”
“Oh, so that plan failed. Well then I can see how to try again once she relaxed a little again.” He then stood up, turned around and sat on Tris belly, lower end of her rib-cage and let his penis slip between the two furry breasts. Pushing the orbs together he tried to gain some friction for a boob job.
“Hateful glaring isn´t sexy” Karl-Heinz mutters after a while trying to get this fuzzy boob job going, but failing to gain the flair or rather right kind of sustainable rubbing going.
Tris for her part was back down from her orgasm and was now thinking about how to get her slightly sated and slightly slighted needs meet.
Sadly for both of them the door swung open and Vaskra commanded the room “We need you all, we got sound signal from up top and we need the security and Hubby to open up the way to the surface.” She then waved them to follow along in an urgent manner.
“Yeah better quit it here, don´t quit feel it this time.” Karl sighed, got up, got dressed and snapped his fingers to add a bit of flair to un-”crafting” Tris from the bed. The follow up cleaning and clothes crafting axiom ability he didn´t flair up and instead concentrated on making Tris look very skin tight clothing to show of her fit physic and perky big assets.
Because of that action, Tris didn´t get the chance to dress herself and was ready to follow in no time, still her grin was missing and everyone who looked at her could see she was plotting or at least thinking something very intensely.
But what ever revenge torture chamber she might be cooking up in her head, the job came first and so she did demand to get metal crafted into armor onto her from Karl-Heinz. That detour was done way too fast as Karl´s proficiency was getting to rather good levels with complex structures.
Reaching the stone rood hallway the found Sarsa and 3 more goon wife´s waiting and holding the ground. As this was just a spur of the moment craft to the structure, it is still only a straight tunnel with no spots for ambushes, traps, cover or other bolder rolling down the path to flatten them all stopping characteristics. This was an issue that needed to be fixed before they could let the new information come in.
“It isn´t paranoia when the world really is out to get you” Was Sarsa´s words of wisdom as she directed Karl to set up two ambush and fallback points, together with a few places of cover and murder holes to shoot from.
All set up, all in position, with Karl, Tris and Sarsa at the stairs whilst Vaskra, Laka and the not yet memorable women stood with weapons ready behind cover.
Just to really hammer home how helpful paranoia is in the right situations, as Karl opened up a stairway to fresh air and midday sunlight, the first thing to come into view were two meat shield turned turncoats being carried downstairs by a pair of Cannidor women that looked very pleased and very grinning at the scene before them.