Cock Guzzler RPG

The freezing rain turns the packed earth of the Orcish siege camp into a swamp of black mud, pig manure, and stale ale. You are on your knees in the filth, shivering, your mental LitRPG interface glowing faintly in your peripheral vision.

A crooked goblin slaver kicks a dented iron bucket toward you. "Get to work, meat. The Vanguard is moving out, and the Chieftain's balls are bloated to bursting. Clean him off and drain the sap, or you're going in the stew pot."

Towering over you is a massive, scarred Orc Vanguard. He unbuckles his grease-stained leather loincloth. His groin is a monument of unwashed, primal filth. Hanging heavy and low between his thick green thighs are a pair of giant, leathery balls, the sack caked in a mixture of dried mud, horse fat, and a thick, grey sweat that smells intensely of sour milk and wet iron. Above his sack hovers a massive, 18-inch club-like shaft, dark green and heavily veined. A thick ring of yellowish, rancid smegma is trapped at the base, while the fist-sized, purple head leaks stringy, yeasty pre-cum.

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                          TARGET INSPECTION
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Entity: Orc Vanguard (Lv. 6)
Arousal Level: 88% (Highly Volatile)

[GENITAL SPECIFICATIONS]
- Shaft: 18 inches, thick, heavily veined, dark green.
- Scrotum: Sagging heavily, caked in mud, fat, and rancid sweat.
- Secretion Level: High (Thick Smegma Ring & Yeasty Pre-Cum)

[POTENTIAL HARVEST VALUES]
- Expected Base XP: +45 XP
- Toxicity: Low (Mud and stale sweat. Easily filtered.)
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The Orc grabs your hair, pushing your face directly into his heavy, musky crotch. "Lick it clean, human," he growls. "Every drop of sap. Guzzle it down or get crushed."

What do you do, slut?

The heavy iron gates of the subterranean Gladiator Pits slam shut behind you. The air is stifling, smelling of hot sulfur, dried blood, and intense demonic musk. You are shoved to your knees in the hot ash by a towering, horned Overseer.

"The champion just finished his bout," the Overseer growls, pointing his whip toward the center of the cell. "He hasn't been drained in a month. His balls are dragging on the floor. Get in there and clean him to the skin, VIP, or I'll flay you alive."

Stepping from the shadows is a colossal, eight-foot-tall Abyssal Demon. He wears no armor, his charcoal-black skin glowing with internal red veins. Between his massive thighs hangs a monstrous, 24-inch cock, heavily ridged and throbbing. A thick string of boiling-hot, sweet-smelling pre-cum sizzles as it drips from the purple glans. Beneath it hangs a pair of colossal, boulder-like testicles, the dark red sack completely caked in a thick crust of black coal-dust and rancid, sweet-smelling sulfur grease.

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                          TARGET INSPECTION
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Entity: Abyssal Pit Champion (Lv. 12)
Arousal Level: 98% (Extremely Bloated / Volatile)

[GENITAL SPECIFICATIONS]
- Shaft: 24 inches, vein-ridged, charcoal-black.
- Scrotum: Colossal, dragging, caked in toxic coal-dust and pit-grime.
- Secretion Level: Extreme (Boiling-hot sulfur pre-cum)

[POTENTIAL HARVEST VALUES]
- Expected Base XP: +120 XP
- Toxicity: High (Requires Cleaner's Digestion to prevent throat burns)
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The demon lets out a rumbling growl, pushing his hips forward so his heavy, dirty sack swings directly into your face, leaving a smudge of sweet, rancid ash on your nose. "Lick the soot off my nuts, little slut. Then open wide and take my fire."

What do you do?

The damp, glowing bioluminescence of the Glow-Spore Grotto illuminates the sticky purple webs surrounding you. The mercenary war-band has captured a rogue Futa-Arachnid, pinning the half-woman, half-spider beast to the cave wall with heavy iron nets. The air is thick with the dizzying, sweet scent of aphrodisiac pollen.

The mercenary captain jerks your collar leash. "Get in there, cleaner. Her pheromone-sap is highly toxic to us, but your stomach can process it. Drain her dry so we can harvest her webs safely."

You crawl forward over the wet moss. Hanging from the futa-arachnid's chitinous purple underbelly is a massive, pale pink cock, easily 18 inches long and dripping with thick, sticky, sweet nectar. Beneath it hangs a pair of colossal, heavy balls covered in a soft, fuzzy purple peach-fuzz. The scrotum is swollen to the size of a pumpkin, caked in a sticky, sweet-smelling pheromone-grease that numbs your lips just from the proximity.

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                          TARGET INSPECTION
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Entity: Futa-Arachnid Sentinel (Lv. 9)
Arousal Level: 92% (Leaking/Aching)

[GENITAL SPECIFICATIONS]
- Shaft: 18 inches, pale pink, slick.
- Scrotum: Pumpkin-sized, fuzzy, coated in thick pheromone-grease.
- Secretion Level: Very High (Sweet, viscous venom-nectar)

[POTENTIAL HARVEST VALUES]
- Expected Base XP: +85 XP
- Toxicity: High (Neuro-numbing. Digestion skill required.)
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The spider-futa hisses, her multifaceted eyes glaring down at you as she thrusts her heavy, fuzzy crotch forward, demanding relief. "S-Suck it out..." she clicks frantically, her pink glans twitching. "Clean my sack and drain my venom, you little whore..."

What do you do?