Loot, Rape and Pillage
Title: Loot, Rape and Pillage
Author: Alsike
Fandom: The Guild - this show! I love this show!
Pairing: Riley/Codex
Rating: NC-17
Warning: dub-con, sorta, not really.
Summary: Riley has figured out how to help Codex enjoy Halo, or well, herself enjoy Halo slightly more.
Apologies: My experience with Halo has involved me dying quickly many times over. And as I started watching the Guild last night at 11PM, I only verify the fic's general accuracy up through S3. And stalking thrace_ 's journal is a wonderful thing. There are gifs.
“Oh good, you’re here.”
Codex blinked. Riley (stupid tall hot girl Riley) gave her a slightly feral smile. Codex froze. Riley wanting to see her was frightening enough, but smiling at her was an entirely different cauldron of weird. “Why am I here?”
“I figured out how I can enjoy Halo and you at the same time.” She turned while speaking and headed off into the living room. Codex shut the door, because she was a polite person, and felt worried.
“I get motion sick.”
Riley spun around with a grin. She was holding a strip of cloth that looked suspiciously like a blindfold.
“You do realize that it’s impossible for me to play video games without being able to see them.”
“You don’t need to play. I just don’t want you puking from being in the same room as the game. I am not a fan of puke.”
Codex could not fault her for this, but there was clearly one part of this idea that she was missing. Why she was here in the first place?
Riley turned on her console, and then smiled at Codex again. Codex was really wishing she wasn’t smiling so much. It was making her nervous. The blindfold was also making her nervous. And when Riley stepped up to her, the sexy movement of her hips distracting as she slowly backed her up against the couch until there was nowhere left to flee. Codex grimaced, and against her better judgment, let Riley tie the blindfold around her eyes.
“Is this some kinky bondage thing? Because just because I kissed you once doesn’t mean I want to be tied up in your closet.” Really not. Zaboo’s pain had been bad enough from the outside.
And the kissing had been embarrassing enough. She had gotten kind of drunk, okay really drunk, at another unplanned party in her apartment, and they had gotten into an argument about the merits of Final Fantasy X2, and Riley had said something particularly cutting, and Codex had been too furious to respond and just grabbed her head and mashed their mouths together. Then Riley had groped her ass, and that had brought her at least mostly to her senses.
Riley laughed. “No tying up, not today at least.” Her fingers slid down Codex’s arm until they reached her hand, and then she clasped it. Codex considered this. She couldn’t see a thing, and Riley was holding her hand. Somehow, this seemed like the sort of context that would suddenly reveal an orc ambush. Or… just a Riley ambush, which according to Zaboo’s maddened ramblings, occasionally included guns. And then she heard something unzipping, and Riley placed her hand on… something. The something was thick and textured and fairly rigid plastic, and Codex realized what she was touching and squeaked. Riley kept her hand pressed against the fake cock and laughed at her. Codex had flailed out in shock with her other hand and it had landed inadvertently on Riley’s ass. Riley made a little thrusting gesture with her hips and Codex whimpered as the head of the cock hit her in the gut.
“I’m… fairly sure that kissing you was not an invitation for you to blindfold me and make me feel your strap on.”
“Oh, you’re going to feel it.” Codex could hear the smirk.
“I really think I should leave.”
“I really think you won’t.” And then Riley had caught her hips and was spinning her around and shoving her forwards until she was bent over the back of the sofa. Then she was groping for the fastenings of Codex’s jeans, and this was seriously not okay!
“I really, really didn’t give you permission to do this!”
With a jerk, Riley slid her jeans down to her knees, and she was displayed in her underwear for all (well, Riley) to see. Fingers traced up her inner thigh and pressed peremptorily against her crotch. “Hey! Don’t-”
“Hmmm.” Riley moved her fingers and there was a slight squelch. “You seem into it to me.”
Codex whimpered. This was unfair. Even her body was conspiring against her. And then she felt the cock’s length press against her ass, and Riley’s body against her back, as she… leaned over the couch to pick up her controller. She heard her mash a few buttons, and the familiar vaguely nauseating soundtrack to Halo began.
“Um,” said Codex, not wanting to be rude, but she had kind of assumed that she was supposed to be the main event here.
“Just getting through the intro.”
“Great.” Codex smiled awkwardly, and pointlessly, since she was facing the couch cushions and nothing else.
The sound of gunshots echoed in her ears and Riley’s hips ground upsettingly against her ass. Fine, she hadn’t been entirely okay with this in the beginning, but Riley fucking her was at least a tiny bit validating. Riley fucking her while she played Halo was not exactly the same. Still, which one sounded more likely? Codex sighed.
“There we go.” And Codex felt Riley place the controller on the back of her neck. This was kind of degrading actually. Then hands closed around her hips, and Riley slid her underwear down. Codex tensed. Riley laughed, but really, what had she expected? “Dungeon prisoner pale. If I tied you up all day in the sun you’d at least get some freckles on that ass.”
Codex rolled her eyes behind the blindfold. She was not Zaboo, and she was not about to get tied up. And then she yelped, because long fingers were parting her and one was sliding inside. “This is a little bit-“
“Don’t drop the controller.”
Codex let out a small yelp of indignation, and then a squeak as the finger pulled out, and two were thrust firmly into her in its place.
“You are kind of tight.” She heard that smirk again, and Codex glowered at the inside of the blindfold. “Awesome.”
And then the fingers were gone, and Codex heard a small rip that was suspiciously like a condom pack, and she held still, to not drop the controller still balanced on the back of her neck. Then she wondered why she was worried about dropping it. It was probably her desperate need to please others rearing its ugly head again. Then she felt the head of the cock press into her, one of Riley’s hands firm on her hip, keeping her up, and choked. This had gone so far beyond molestation, and she was so unbelievably wet.
“I suppose I’ll let you,” she said, trying to be dignified, even bare-assed and helpless.
Riley laughed and with a short thrust the cock pushed into her, making her gasp, and the controller topple off her head. Riley caught it and gave her skull a short thwack with it. Codex yelped and pushed back against the cock, which slid right into her, burning slightly, and her ass hit Riley’s hips.
“Now that’s the enthusiasm I like to see.”
Codex was impaled on a thick fake cock and blindfolded and bent over the couch and she was supposed to be being enthusiastic? She grunted, annoyed, but Riley just shifted slightly, and it came out as a moan.
And then she heard more buttons being pressed, and the effects begin, shooting, the clank of a weapon being scooped up, and Riley making a pleased noise, her hips grinding lightly against her, and making the cock squirm like a snake inside her.
So apparently she really wasn't the main event. Kachink, powpowpow, and the hip thrust that followed was a bit unexpectedly enthusiastic. “Headshot!”
Codex groaned. “Halo really turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Mmm?” There was more button mashing, and the sound of squishy death. “Oh yeah.”
Codex clung to the couch and let Riley fuck absently into her whenever something particularly bloody or violent happened on screen. The blindfold really was a good idea, she thought absently, it would be hard not to watch, and then she would likely puke on Riley’s couch, and Riley would probably never ask her over again to be her, um, sex chair, or whatever this was.
The game was getting more heated apparently, the sounds louder, and Riley twitching impatiently against her ass, and then there was a series of loud bangs, and Riley’s hips drew out and slammed into her in time with each of them. Codex yelped, and clawed at the couch.
“More!” It was more a demand than a plea, which Codex was slightly pleased with herself for.
“Oh yeah,” the remark didn’t seem to be directed at her, but the thrusting had gotten more regular, and the cock was hard enough to make the fucking really good.
“Come on you fucker, stop hiding from me!” And Codex gasped as Riley circled her hips, and then started probing into her with short impatient thrusts. “Yeah!” The thrusts lengthened, Riely slamming into her with pleasure, and Codex flailing helplessly, pinned on the back of the couch. Then it was fast and short again, and Codex sobbed, and there was another bang and explosive squelch, and Riley thrust into her, deep and hard, and Codex felt her body convulse as she came, gasping and clenching at the sofa cushion.
Riley was still fucking her, her fingers working frenziedly at the buttons, soft grunts as she matched a kill with a thrust, and Codex, weak and fucked out, hung limply over the couch as Riley pounded her aching cunt. But slowly she felt herself start to tighten around it, and she groaned, squirming back to change the angle, and take another.
“Better not run.” And Riley gasped a little as Codex thrust back against her. Codex heard her fingers slip. “Shit!” And then Riley was fucking her even harder, hitting that spot with every thrust, and making her whimper and squirm and dribble fluid from every orifice, (save her ears), and there was a quick combo buttonpress, a huge explosion, and Riley dropped the controller amidst the win recording. It bounced off of Codex’s head, but she didn’t notice, because Riley’s hands were on her waist, pulling her in, her hips jerking frantically her ass, and Riley was saying something in a low hard murmur.
“How’d you like this? How do you like watching me take your woman? Bet she’d never scream for you like me, bet you’d scream more if I took you with your gun, bet-“ and then a finger slid into Codex’s ass, and Codex yelped, and everything inside her clenched tight, and she came again. Riley groaned against her, hips slamming forward with finality, and back bending until her face was pressed against Codex’s shoulder, and she sank her teeth into the pale flesh as she came.
Codex thought she might have passed out, though only for a second, and she hung like overcooked asparagus over the back of the couch. Riley was splayed out on top of her, still filling her with her cock, and she couldn’t move at all.
“Fuck that was good,” Riley muttered, and she felt fingers at her temple as Riley pulled off her blindfold. Codex blinked at the ending sequence of the game, and waited for Riley to shift her weight off of her. She did, slowly, and pulled out. Codex tried to suppress the uncomfortable whine at the feeling of well-used emptiness that replaced it, but she doubted she was successful. Riley slapped her ass casually.
“What do you think about anal next time? You’d scream more. It would make it more realistic.”
A choked noise of horror emerged from her throat, and she pushed herself up off the couch, but Riley had already wandered off to throw away the condom and pour herself some liquor. Codex pulled up her panties and jeans and cringed at the squish they made. She turned to tell Riley that on no account had she said there would be a next time, and that this was degrading, and terrible, and she had no idea why she had let it happen, and Riley presented her with a shot of whiskey. She took it. It seemed like exactly what she needed.
After she choked it down, she turned to speak again, but Riley was just grinning at her, lanky, and uncomfortably hot, and she forgot what she was supposed to say. “Why?” she managed. Riley squeezed her shoulder comfortingly.
“These games, they always forget the ‘rape’ part of ‘loot, rape and pillage.’”
And Codex supposed she would have to be satisfied with that.
* * *
“You know, I really wonder sometimes why Riley doesn’t like role-playing games, because even with her FPSes she really gets into them, you know.”
Codex blushes.
“Unless that’s just her.”
Author: Alsike
Fandom: The Guild - this show! I love this show!
Pairing: Riley/Codex
Rating: NC-17
Warning: dub-con, sorta, not really.
Summary: Riley has figured out how to help Codex enjoy Halo, or well, herself enjoy Halo slightly more.
Apologies: My experience with Halo has involved me dying quickly many times over. And as I started watching the Guild last night at 11PM, I only verify the fic's general accuracy up through S3. And stalking thrace_ 's journal is a wonderful thing. There are gifs.
“Oh good, you’re here.”
Codex blinked. Riley (stupid tall hot girl Riley) gave her a slightly feral smile. Codex froze. Riley wanting to see her was frightening enough, but smiling at her was an entirely different cauldron of weird. “Why am I here?”
“I figured out how I can enjoy Halo and you at the same time.” She turned while speaking and headed off into the living room. Codex shut the door, because she was a polite person, and felt worried.
“I get motion sick.”
Riley spun around with a grin. She was holding a strip of cloth that looked suspiciously like a blindfold.
“You do realize that it’s impossible for me to play video games without being able to see them.”
“You don’t need to play. I just don’t want you puking from being in the same room as the game. I am not a fan of puke.”
Codex could not fault her for this, but there was clearly one part of this idea that she was missing. Why she was here in the first place?
Riley turned on her console, and then smiled at Codex again. Codex was really wishing she wasn’t smiling so much. It was making her nervous. The blindfold was also making her nervous. And when Riley stepped up to her, the sexy movement of her hips distracting as she slowly backed her up against the couch until there was nowhere left to flee. Codex grimaced, and against her better judgment, let Riley tie the blindfold around her eyes.
“Is this some kinky bondage thing? Because just because I kissed you once doesn’t mean I want to be tied up in your closet.” Really not. Zaboo’s pain had been bad enough from the outside.
And the kissing had been embarrassing enough. She had gotten kind of drunk, okay really drunk, at another unplanned party in her apartment, and they had gotten into an argument about the merits of Final Fantasy X2, and Riley had said something particularly cutting, and Codex had been too furious to respond and just grabbed her head and mashed their mouths together. Then Riley had groped her ass, and that had brought her at least mostly to her senses.
Riley laughed. “No tying up, not today at least.” Her fingers slid down Codex’s arm until they reached her hand, and then she clasped it. Codex considered this. She couldn’t see a thing, and Riley was holding her hand. Somehow, this seemed like the sort of context that would suddenly reveal an orc ambush. Or… just a Riley ambush, which according to Zaboo’s maddened ramblings, occasionally included guns. And then she heard something unzipping, and Riley placed her hand on… something. The something was thick and textured and fairly rigid plastic, and Codex realized what she was touching and squeaked. Riley kept her hand pressed against the fake cock and laughed at her. Codex had flailed out in shock with her other hand and it had landed inadvertently on Riley’s ass. Riley made a little thrusting gesture with her hips and Codex whimpered as the head of the cock hit her in the gut.
“I’m… fairly sure that kissing you was not an invitation for you to blindfold me and make me feel your strap on.”
“Oh, you’re going to feel it.” Codex could hear the smirk.
“I really think I should leave.”
“I really think you won’t.” And then Riley had caught her hips and was spinning her around and shoving her forwards until she was bent over the back of the sofa. Then she was groping for the fastenings of Codex’s jeans, and this was seriously not okay!
“I really, really didn’t give you permission to do this!”
With a jerk, Riley slid her jeans down to her knees, and she was displayed in her underwear for all (well, Riley) to see. Fingers traced up her inner thigh and pressed peremptorily against her crotch. “Hey! Don’t-”
“Hmmm.” Riley moved her fingers and there was a slight squelch. “You seem into it to me.”
Codex whimpered. This was unfair. Even her body was conspiring against her. And then she felt the cock’s length press against her ass, and Riley’s body against her back, as she… leaned over the couch to pick up her controller. She heard her mash a few buttons, and the familiar vaguely nauseating soundtrack to Halo began.
“Um,” said Codex, not wanting to be rude, but she had kind of assumed that she was supposed to be the main event here.
“Just getting through the intro.”
“Great.” Codex smiled awkwardly, and pointlessly, since she was facing the couch cushions and nothing else.
The sound of gunshots echoed in her ears and Riley’s hips ground upsettingly against her ass. Fine, she hadn’t been entirely okay with this in the beginning, but Riley fucking her was at least a tiny bit validating. Riley fucking her while she played Halo was not exactly the same. Still, which one sounded more likely? Codex sighed.
“There we go.” And Codex felt Riley place the controller on the back of her neck. This was kind of degrading actually. Then hands closed around her hips, and Riley slid her underwear down. Codex tensed. Riley laughed, but really, what had she expected? “Dungeon prisoner pale. If I tied you up all day in the sun you’d at least get some freckles on that ass.”
Codex rolled her eyes behind the blindfold. She was not Zaboo, and she was not about to get tied up. And then she yelped, because long fingers were parting her and one was sliding inside. “This is a little bit-“
“Don’t drop the controller.”
Codex let out a small yelp of indignation, and then a squeak as the finger pulled out, and two were thrust firmly into her in its place.
“You are kind of tight.” She heard that smirk again, and Codex glowered at the inside of the blindfold. “Awesome.”
And then the fingers were gone, and Codex heard a small rip that was suspiciously like a condom pack, and she held still, to not drop the controller still balanced on the back of her neck. Then she wondered why she was worried about dropping it. It was probably her desperate need to please others rearing its ugly head again. Then she felt the head of the cock press into her, one of Riley’s hands firm on her hip, keeping her up, and choked. This had gone so far beyond molestation, and she was so unbelievably wet.
“I suppose I’ll let you,” she said, trying to be dignified, even bare-assed and helpless.
Riley laughed and with a short thrust the cock pushed into her, making her gasp, and the controller topple off her head. Riley caught it and gave her skull a short thwack with it. Codex yelped and pushed back against the cock, which slid right into her, burning slightly, and her ass hit Riley’s hips.
“Now that’s the enthusiasm I like to see.”
Codex was impaled on a thick fake cock and blindfolded and bent over the couch and she was supposed to be being enthusiastic? She grunted, annoyed, but Riley just shifted slightly, and it came out as a moan.
And then she heard more buttons being pressed, and the effects begin, shooting, the clank of a weapon being scooped up, and Riley making a pleased noise, her hips grinding lightly against her, and making the cock squirm like a snake inside her.
So apparently she really wasn't the main event. Kachink, powpowpow, and the hip thrust that followed was a bit unexpectedly enthusiastic. “Headshot!”
Codex groaned. “Halo really turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Mmm?” There was more button mashing, and the sound of squishy death. “Oh yeah.”
Codex clung to the couch and let Riley fuck absently into her whenever something particularly bloody or violent happened on screen. The blindfold really was a good idea, she thought absently, it would be hard not to watch, and then she would likely puke on Riley’s couch, and Riley would probably never ask her over again to be her, um, sex chair, or whatever this was.
The game was getting more heated apparently, the sounds louder, and Riley twitching impatiently against her ass, and then there was a series of loud bangs, and Riley’s hips drew out and slammed into her in time with each of them. Codex yelped, and clawed at the couch.
“More!” It was more a demand than a plea, which Codex was slightly pleased with herself for.
“Oh yeah,” the remark didn’t seem to be directed at her, but the thrusting had gotten more regular, and the cock was hard enough to make the fucking really good.
“Come on you fucker, stop hiding from me!” And Codex gasped as Riley circled her hips, and then started probing into her with short impatient thrusts. “Yeah!” The thrusts lengthened, Riely slamming into her with pleasure, and Codex flailing helplessly, pinned on the back of the couch. Then it was fast and short again, and Codex sobbed, and there was another bang and explosive squelch, and Riley thrust into her, deep and hard, and Codex felt her body convulse as she came, gasping and clenching at the sofa cushion.
Riley was still fucking her, her fingers working frenziedly at the buttons, soft grunts as she matched a kill with a thrust, and Codex, weak and fucked out, hung limply over the couch as Riley pounded her aching cunt. But slowly she felt herself start to tighten around it, and she groaned, squirming back to change the angle, and take another.
“Better not run.” And Riley gasped a little as Codex thrust back against her. Codex heard her fingers slip. “Shit!” And then Riley was fucking her even harder, hitting that spot with every thrust, and making her whimper and squirm and dribble fluid from every orifice, (save her ears), and there was a quick combo buttonpress, a huge explosion, and Riley dropped the controller amidst the win recording. It bounced off of Codex’s head, but she didn’t notice, because Riley’s hands were on her waist, pulling her in, her hips jerking frantically her ass, and Riley was saying something in a low hard murmur.
“How’d you like this? How do you like watching me take your woman? Bet she’d never scream for you like me, bet you’d scream more if I took you with your gun, bet-“ and then a finger slid into Codex’s ass, and Codex yelped, and everything inside her clenched tight, and she came again. Riley groaned against her, hips slamming forward with finality, and back bending until her face was pressed against Codex’s shoulder, and she sank her teeth into the pale flesh as she came.
Codex thought she might have passed out, though only for a second, and she hung like overcooked asparagus over the back of the couch. Riley was splayed out on top of her, still filling her with her cock, and she couldn’t move at all.
“Fuck that was good,” Riley muttered, and she felt fingers at her temple as Riley pulled off her blindfold. Codex blinked at the ending sequence of the game, and waited for Riley to shift her weight off of her. She did, slowly, and pulled out. Codex tried to suppress the uncomfortable whine at the feeling of well-used emptiness that replaced it, but she doubted she was successful. Riley slapped her ass casually.
“What do you think about anal next time? You’d scream more. It would make it more realistic.”
A choked noise of horror emerged from her throat, and she pushed herself up off the couch, but Riley had already wandered off to throw away the condom and pour herself some liquor. Codex pulled up her panties and jeans and cringed at the squish they made. She turned to tell Riley that on no account had she said there would be a next time, and that this was degrading, and terrible, and she had no idea why she had let it happen, and Riley presented her with a shot of whiskey. She took it. It seemed like exactly what she needed.
After she choked it down, she turned to speak again, but Riley was just grinning at her, lanky, and uncomfortably hot, and she forgot what she was supposed to say. “Why?” she managed. Riley squeezed her shoulder comfortingly.
“These games, they always forget the ‘rape’ part of ‘loot, rape and pillage.’”
And Codex supposed she would have to be satisfied with that.
* * *
“You know, I really wonder sometimes why Riley doesn’t like role-playing games, because even with her FPSes she really gets into them, you know.”
Codex blushes.
“Unless that’s just her.”