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Falling out of the portal, Error, breathing heavily and leaning his hands on the surface of the anti-void, pulled his legs up to his chest. Unfortunately, the stars had become stronger lately, and Error was struggling to cope with them alone.
Exhaling, he stood up and headed for a lonely pouf. Sitting on it would not ease the pain in his bones, but it would give him something to lean on and think. To think about an idea he had been mulling over for a couple of weeks but refused to accept as something that could be put into practice.
After one incident, he had no desire to cooperate with Nightmare. He had to cope on his own, but the light guardians had recently become surprisingly aggressive — despite their unwillingness to finish him off on the spot and giving him the opportunity to retreat — and sometimes just crawl away — into his anti-void, they did not shy away from any dirty tricks, be it an unpleasant trap or an attack from behind.
Now there could be no question of a single battle with Inko. Even after a couple of his caustic comments about honor and attacking one star with a group, they remained adamant. "Fight for the universe without resorting to any methods" — that was their motto. And over the past year, he had been able, or rather, allowed to destroy only completely ruined AUs, more like sketches than full-fledged universes, and small forgotten worlds. Error was indignant. No methods worked against them, and he was already beginning to get frustrated.
Either he had become weaker, or they had become stronger, but now even Blue fought him on almost equal terms.
When Nightmare attacked, they immediately got distracted — for them, a desecrated universe was often better than a destroyed one, which Error sincerely did not understand. Perhaps, with Inca's habit and the creators' desire to endlessly churn out positive or neutral universes, they had no problems with their contamination and transfer to the negative side of the balance.
Nightmare always stopped the battle as soon as they rushed towards him, sometimes even retreating from the universe himself if he agreed with his brother, as if to spite Error. No, definitely to spite him — it couldn't be any other way! How could the guardian of negativity be so vindictive?! It was simply outrageous!
Error was in despair.
Until one day he found a loophole in the codes of living beings, which he had previously skillfully ignored.
The thing was, after interacting with foreign magic for long enough, the monster, or more precisely, its own magical energy, began to memorize the foreign magic — whether it was attacks, auras, magical channels, or... Ecto. The monster's magic could remember, but often the monster itself could do nothing with it, at most knowing in advance when another monster was approaching, except for the gods, of course — monsters could almost always know when they were approaching. And the gods themselves could understand in advance who was in front of them and at what distance — so Error didn't pay any attention to this until an idea came to his mind. A dangerous, terrible, vile idea.
He knew the codes, and if the three of them interacted long enough, information should appear in his windows. And it did. But it was so specific that he walked around with blue cheeks for the rest of the day.
The information wasn't particularly useful; it was something he already knew. But there was one nuance. There was a part of the code about the ectotel — about certain parts of it.
...Intimate parts.
He could influence their magic like a puppet on strings, a voodoo doll of a strange nature. Even without materials. Attracting like with like. And for the first time, when Error tried to summon some attack or enemy bone to study, remake, or at least break, what appeared before him was...
A dick. Yes, a part of the ectobody, just standing in the middle of the anti-void like a dildo, immediately erect, despite the enemy's likely low level of arousal..
Of course, Error was stunned just looking at it! Because Dream had wounded him the most in the previous battle, Error chose him to test his magic. And now the honey-colored magic stood out brightly against the white background.
Of course, Error didn't even touch it! He closed the tables and almost rebooted.
And, as luck would have it, he could only summon this!
And the method only included Ecto. Only one type. Error tried to summon something else, but it didn't work. Only this appeared, embarrassing him time and time again. It was like a mockery — here's a way to influence your opponent.
"Yes, thank you, reality, for such a wonderful opportunity not to go to a sex shop, you helped me out!" Error cursed in embarrassment, removing this ugliness from his eyes.
Yes, it was an option. A dirty, despicable, and humiliating option — just right for someone like him. But to stoop so low... Error had never even done anything like that — even if he had imagined something that was almost similar...
No, he couldn't use that option, no matter what the voices said, which he had learned to turn off for a while, which was really useful. Extra noise during such decisions only got in the way. So Error made a decision. No use of such magic for dirty tricks. He had to find something else to neutralize the stars. And Error searched. Unsuccessfully and for a long time.
But with each fight lost, he thought more and more about influencing them with the options available to him. More precisely, one option. He was indeed getting weaker — the voices were wearing him down, his lack of sleep was interrupted by magical exhaustion.
And maybe this little loophole could help him somehow?
Lying on the floor in ink and a pool of his own blood, Error once wondered how he could still have a sexual effect on them. It didn't seem complicated, and since everyone's magic was the same, they wouldn't understand that it was Error doing something to them, not some sexually obsessed monster. Even if it was unpleasant. Even if it was humiliating.
Even if it revealed the part that Error had long ago hidden from himself and others.
After many events, despair pushed him to abandon his pride. Yes, he had certain powers and advantages. Yes, sometimes he managed to damage the universe so badly that it could not be restored, and he managed to leave in time. But it couldn't go on like this.
If only he could... Distract them by affecting their ecto? Sexual arousal had a strong effect on monsters, not to mention direct caresses.
Also! Also! He had seen these three in strange... relationships! It couldn't be just a coincidence! Those strange phrases, the combined magic! So they couldn't blame him for trying to do his job!
He had to check — and he had the least risk with Blue, since he was neither a god nor a particularly vindictive monster. Probably. But in any case, he was unlikely to find out who had pulled off such a little... prank.
He had been mulling over this idea for a couple of weeks, feeling embarrassed and blushing, but not daring to reject it for lack of other options. He tried to set traps, he tried to devise tactics, he tried to distract them — but it was all useless, they defeated him again and again and left him with nothing. After the battles, Error was often left wounded, immobilized, humiliated, afraid, and angry. Sometimes he wondered why they didn't just finish off or lock up the annoying nuisance, but he dismissed the thought, trying again to devise a successful method of attack.
With confused, uncertain fingers, Error typed the code on the screen and looked closely at the readings. As with his previous uncertain examination, the lines showed one thing — and it was both helpful and unhelpful to him.
Blushing again, he clicked on the folder with additional information. The window popped up, and Error began to read — and reread.
Thoughts raced through his head, and he could hardly extract the necessary information from the text, relying on his intuition. And this time, surprisingly, it did not fail him — at one of the most unnecessary moments. All that was needed was a piece of magic or biomaterial from the right monster. Fortunately, after numerous battles where not only he but also his opponents left magic and spilled blood, he had plenty of what he was looking for.
Error took out an old jacket, splattered with the blood of the once-wounded Swap,
Applying the guard's blood, left over from the battle on the sleeve, to the window, he entered the code, requesting.
Error thought he was ready for this, but when the ecto reappeared before him, he realized he wasn't.
The member was large and thick, blue, with small ridges at the base. The veins bulged temptingly, the magical organ shimmered slightly, changing from blue at the base to a slightly deeper blue at the tip.
For a while, he just stared at it, his face flushed with blue fire. It worked. His completely insane and absurd idea... was about to come to life.
Oh shit, what was he going to do now?
To be honest, he had never had sex in his life—he had only stumbled upon scenes of other people having sex a couple of times and studied the subject when he was bored out of his mind and interested in it. To be honest, Error never thought he would ever participate in such pastimes, especially with his enemies... Who would want to sleep with a hated destroyer? But then again... They wouldn't see who was giving them pleasure. They wouldn't know. And he... So what if he got not only the opportunity to fulfill his duty, but also to feel a little pleasure?
Sitting down next to the reflection of Blue's penis, he opened the portal to Undeswap with slightly trembling fingers. As expected, Blue was there, apparently training. After watching the movements of his powerful body for a few minutes, he absentmindedly approached the peculiar dildo. Hesitantly reaching out, he grasped the shaft closer to the head, rubbing it tentatively — the flesh was springy and glowed slightly. Blue made a puzzled sound from the portal. Error squeezed the tense penis harder.
It worked. Swap could feel everything, apparently at the same level of intensity as the caresses provided by the "dildo."
God, it was so embarrassing...
Error stroked the tip gently, as if afraid of smearing the liquid that was dripping out. He wrapped his hand around the head, squeezing it slightly, and moved it up and down. He looked into the portal — Blue cried out in surprise, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. A faint blue glow sparkled from under his clothes.
Error ran his hand over it again, squeezing and pressing the flesh more boldly, moving from the tip to the base. His pupils lit up, and inside, along with shame, he felt a growing excitement.
After jerking off a little, he leaned over, involuntarily inhaling the smell of discharged magic, and ran his tongue over the tip, circling it and capturing another tongue head. The third tongue, when he leaned even closer to the penis, began to circle the shaft, stroking the veins and teasing in every way possible.
He looked into the portal again.
Now the little skeleton was overcome with panic. Blue, without even saying goodbye to Alfie and the others, teleported to his room, falling next to the nightstand on the floor and miraculously not getting stuck somewhere in the wall.
Error ran his tongue over the urethra again, massaging the balls a little and following the lines of the veins with a couple of tongues, watching him mockingly.
Convulsively and with curses, Blue closed the latch in his room, unable to resist, and revealed his magic, whimpering, pressing himself against the wall and pumping his cock. Error smirked, briefly enjoying this picture of despair, and turned his attention back to his main priority.
Finally stopping teasing, he wrapped his mouth around the head, sucking and moving further down. The cock pulsed in his mouth, actively spilling pre-cum. Moaning from the taste of heated magic, Error moved further, swallowing the cock and stroking it with his tongues. He ran his hand over the remaining part, moving his head and trying to take the cock deeper. His throat wrapped around the head, spasmodically contracting and protesting. In the background, Blue's moans could be heard — apparently, he was really enjoying this action. Holding the magical organ in his mouth for another minute, moving his head and swallowing, he couldn't take it anymore and, with a deep, hoarse breath, let the cock out of his mouth, trying to catch his breath.
Blue moaned loudly and sometimes cried out, no longer trying to hold back. When Error let go of his cock, he groaned hoarsely and exhaled just as hoarsely and heavily, as if he were the one sucking now, not Error. The latter, staring intently at the portal, began to tease again. He sucked on the head, ran his tongue over different parts of the penis, kneaded the shaft, and licked the pre-cum from the tip, without taking his eyes off the portal and the unfolding spectacle. Blu was in such despair that he didn't even notice the world around him, he wasn't even embarrassed anymore, he just gave himself over to the all-consuming pleasure.
Taking the cock back into his mouth, he focused on the up and down movements. His mouth slurped, saliva dripped down, and Error's face flushed with embarrassment. It was warm inside. Barely touching the foreskin with his teeth, he watched for a reaction.
Blue was ready to spill — Error could feel it, he moaned, his cock throbbed, stagnant magic gathered and accumulated inside him, flickering and shimmering spasmodically. Just a little more, just a little more...
And Error let go of the member with a loud smack, hearing disappointed moans and whimpering on the other side of the invisible portal, coughing and wiping the corner of his mouth in a slight daze, swallowing loudly as he watched the reflection of the real magical organ sway and almost cry, wet, blue at the tip from arousal and left without release.
Oh, he would leave that for later. Both its release and his own. Error awkwardly rubbed his thighs together — to be honest, it turned him on. Electrical magic gathered in his pelvis, overflowing, whimpering and wanting to form. The sensations in his mouth, the moans, his own shame and desire. It was exciting. Oh, he wanted to try more. But a little later, when the decisive moment came, a battle or something like that. It would be hard, but he would wait. Pushing the magic away, Error enjoyed Swap's disappointments and his ridiculous and clumsy attempts to finish the job. What, did he hope that the stranger would continue his attacks, finish the job, and obediently swallow his magic? Maybe a little later. Error wasn't such a monster after all.
He closed the portal, dispelling the reflection of Blue's member, grinning and sighing as he leaned back into the beanbag chair lying half a meter away from him. Well, such a spicy solution to his problem required preparation and planning if he didn't want to waste it all. He still had to deal with Dream and Inca and their magic so that there would be no problems later. Error rested his head on one of the many soft pillows, rubbing his flushed cheek with his hand and swallowing again, unable to get rid of the lingering taste of someone else's magic. Burying his nose in the pillow, he closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep and at the same time dispel the lingering confusion. He would think about it later. Later...
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The Star Sanses were fighting Nightmare and his gang and were already a little tired — it was the perfect time for his little plan.
This time, he had to deal with the main problems — Ink and Dream — so Error decided to neglect Blue a little today. He would enjoy watching his friends get excited, just like he had recently, so it would be a sin for him to complain.
Taking some magical blood from each of them from his old torn clothes, which had been lying in the corner of the closet until then, he did the same thing he had done with Blue's magic last time. The code split, and two incarnations of the ecto rushed upward.
Fixing his gaze on Inca's magic, Error smirked—of course, this jerk had to have a rainbow dick. He looked away, and heat flooded his cheeks.
This time, the embarrassment hit him just as hard as last time. Error shifted uncertainly from foot to foot again. Time was running out; he couldn't stand there any longer. The battle with the gang was reaching its midpoint. Kneeling down, he summoned his magic. His body stretched his clothes slightly, his thighs rubbed against each other, and his soft, slightly rounded belly sucked in a little from his ragged breathing. Error was nervous, very nervous. Here it was, the decisive moment — would he succeed or not?
Taking off his shorts and, after a slight pause, his sweater, exposing his sensitive chest, he sat down with his legs crossed.
There was no time for stretching. Deciding that he was already wet enough from excitement, Error limited himself to lubricant, hastily smeared over his rainbow-colored shaft. Drops of lubricant dripped onto the floor, spilled carelessly by him. No one noticed this now, no one cared.
He certainly didn't care. He was now paying attention to another object.
The awkward squatting position caused him to pant as he shifted his weight to get into a comfortable position, but the noise Error made was still drowned out by the battle. The screen flickered, which was a bit distracting.
On the screen, Ink fought Killer and Dust at the same time. The battle was almost equal due to the unusual unity of both gang members, who coordinated their strategies during the fight, but Ink was still playing for time. They seemed to have a plan against the gang, some kind of weapon that he hadn't heard about in between work, staying awake, and sleeping.
Probably, he didn't need to know, considering that today, unfortunately or fortunately, they wouldn't be able to use it.
Looking down from the portal, he frowned slightly. Distraction didn't do him any good, but it was a way to take his mind off things and not get nervous.
Error sat down on the cock, moaning and groaning quietly. He spread its folds and, with a slight burning sensation from the intense stretching, slid inside, deeper and deeper.
"Yes, just like that... Oh-oh..." Error moaned, beginning to rock from side to side, taking it even deeper. Finally, with a slurp, the cock reached the end, touching all his deep places, stretching the pliable blue magic just right. Touching his clitoris and squeezing his toes from the intense pleasure, he savored the feeling of the cock, so perfectly positioned inside. Raising himself slightly, he fell back onto the magical organ, glancing distractedly at the portal. A funny scene was unfolding there.
The artist's expression changed dramatically, surprise piercing his features, despite the small amount of paint he had taken inside. A blush flooded his cheekbones, turning him into a rainbow light bulb, somewhat similar to his own, heh, cock. Ink, distracted, was knocked to the ground. Error watched with delight as he was beaten, rocking back and forth on the trunk. Dissolving into ink, Ink tried to escape — well, or as he probably thought, to temporarily retreat — but the magic, due to its redirection to, um, another area, was a little unstable.
Distracted, he redirected the portal to another direction. He had to disable the second one too.
Dream was in another area of the universe, but not far from Ink. As expected, he was fighting his brother, the guardian of negativity.
Well, an unexpected surprise awaited him (if Blue was shy and didn't tell him anything).
Absentmindedly massaging the head of his honey-colored penis, he held on to the base of the rainbow magic, rose again, and impaled himself on Inca's penis — the walls squeezing the magic hard from his manipulations.
Oops. He completely forgot about the second one. Dream, poor thing, had been completely abandoned. ..
Bending over, Error, without warning or preparation, wrapped his tongues around the penis, squeezing, licking, and running them along its entire length. Saliva sloshed and dripped down from his carelessness — when Error pulled away, a thread of blue magic stretched from his mouth to the shaft. Smiling at the surprised cry that came from the portal, he put his mouth back on the cock, sucking furiously, as if trying to eat it.
Error leaned forward sharply, arching his back, and as a result, Ink's magic stopped going in so deep. So Error spread his legs and pulled his pelvis forward, sliding along the magic. Then back. It seemed as if he could feel every bump, every vein. The cock inside pulsed as if it were getting bigger. The burning sensation from the stretching pleasantly scorched the magic.
Lifting his ass up, completely surrendering to the fire of lust, he began to insert and remove his magical organ from the sloshing womb, sometimes sloppily and distractedly rubbing her clitoris.
A sweet pleasure grew inside him, the string tightened, warmth penetrated his stomach and spread there. It spread through his organs like melted, sticky chocolate... Her pussy pulsed and pulled his cock deeper, the entrance completely wet, sloshing and dripping onto his thighs, legs, and the white floor.
For a moment, he glanced back at the portal, and his face flushed crimson.
What would happen if they saw? Saw him moaning pitifully and desperately as their magic penetrated his body, pushing aside the ectoplasm and settling inside. How wet and eager he was... How aroused, and yet completely humiliated, oh, in such a position, even considering his own arousal, each of them could easily subdue him...
His usual thoughts that this was impossible subsided, and Error simply gave himself over to fantasy.
What would they do? Together and separately? Would they get angry and beat him up? Then, probably, they would kill him after all. Most likely, they would do so without even paying attention to the magic inside. And if they, perhaps... Become even more aroused? Would they want to know how Error controlled everything? Would they want to understand how his magic felt not from a distance, but in reality...
Finally, the string snapped and he was flooded with pleasure — he pushed his cock deeper, his toes curled as sweet juices poured out of him. The orgasm stunned him, deafening him for several unbearably long seconds.
He would have been humiliated. Broken. Shame overwhelmed him immediately after such overwhelming pleasure, and Error groaned, burying his face in his elbow and sinking completely to the floor, unable to move.
Although his shame was nothing compared to the humiliation of the other two skeletons.
After lying there for a minute, still feeling the spasms and twitches of the ecto, he pulled out one member, releasing it from the grip of his hands and the pair of tongues still lazily circling the glowing flesh of the second. He left them without orgasm, publicly humiliated and shamed. Excellent. In this state, they would not be able to fight today.
The portal, in which the Guardians, though less confused than Blue, huddled together, as if trying to explain themselves to each other, was closed with a careless gesture of a slightly trembling hand. Error sighed, sitting down on the floor and rubbing his temples. Along with a surprising sense of satisfaction, anxiety was growing within him. Everything turned out to be not as simple as he had expected it to be. It was unusual that the problem was not the glitches, but his own... oddities.
Two wet, magic-filled members stood at attention, but he dismissed them without a second glance.
No, no, he wouldn't let them finish today. This time, control was in his hands.
Quickly, literally in a matter of seconds, he washed his hands and face in the running water of some universe, got dressed, and dusted himself off as if he were covered in dirt.
God, what a strange fantasy had overtaken him. It was completely stupid. If they found the culprit, they would indeed just beat him up, most likely turning away in disgust first. That would destroy all his plans. Fear twisted his stomach and ribs. Yes, he should have been more careful. He couldn't get carried away. After all, he was doing something terrible, and his main task was to continue doing his job and remain insignificant and inconspicuous so that it would not be discovered. Phew. He had to hurry — a large universe, which was to be destroyed for the first time in a month, was waiting for him! Emotions did not matter; time and purpose were the most important things!
Error opened the portal, breathing in the frosty air that blew into his face. Exhaling deeply, he looked around and smiled. Near a branchy pine tree, completely oblivious to the battle, were two people. Ink sat by the trunk of the pine tree, breathing heavily, covering his reddening face with his hands, while Dream, turning away in embarrassment and bending slightly in front of him, tried, apparently, to figure out what had happened to them and at the same time cover himself, even though the bulge glowing with magic was still visible through his clothes.
Error's smirk grew more vicious. Excellent. One, and probably the other, were out of the picture.
Swaying on unsteady legs, he dispelled the one-way portal with his embarrassed and heated enemies, opening a new passage to the universe he had long wanted to destroy. Damn it.
Error pulled the strings, opened the window, and methodically, since he didn't have to constantly be distracted by the battle, and therefore the work was done without mistakes and much cleaner, dealt with the universe. In the end, he was only hindered by the rather unfocused, confused Blue, whose precious universe he had just snatched from under his nose.
If he was lucky, he would destroy another one, and if he was very, very lucky, then two more.
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