The world shattered in an instant, ripped apart by Rifts that tore open the fabric of reality, otherwise known as Gates. From these swirling voids, horrors emerged, beasts with razor claws and fangs, their roars echoing like thunder through the streets. Cities crumbled under the assault, flames licking the sky as screams filled the air. Billions fell in those first brutal "Months of Carnage," families devastated, the ground slick with blood and ash.
Yet humanity clawed its way forward, as it always had. Those who seized weapons and struck back did not merely endure; they evolved. Each monster slain ignited a spark deep within, awakening a latent power: an Awakening Class, as individual as fingerprints, often rare, eccentric, and quirkier, demanding personal rituals to flourish.
Contemplating one's Awakening Class revealed its title, while the path to strength remained a private secret unless the name betrayed it. With an Awakening Class secured, a second layer emerged: a Job Class, shaped by fighting style and honed skills. Hunters wielded their favored blades or bows, pursuing battle Classes that amplified their prowess. Excellence in one's path elevated the Job Class rank upon emergence. Many began training young, molding their futures with relentless practice.
A Job Class reveals its name alongside a roster of skills, each etched with purpose. Upgrades arrived as fleeting visions across the sight, a pulse of potential.
Without awakening, no Job Class could form. But once ignited, possibilities sprawled wide: battle-hardened warriors, supportive healers, cunning crafters, or even the mundane yet vital, merchants whose stalls appeared sparse until an inventory request unveiled a myriad of items from past deals, chefs preparing meals to fuel mankind's strongest warriors, farmers tilling barren earth into sustainable lands for crops, truthseers piercing lies, administrators weaving order from bureaucratic chaos.
"Alright, Sally, that's sufficient. Solid presentation," Mr. Mosbie cut in, his voice as stern as his weathered face, covered in scars from years of fighting. His black hair was graying.
"Class," he boomed, rising to his full height, the weight of his presence silencing the room, "tomorrow marks your Awakening. Get rest tonight. Be at the transport by dawn, sharp and ready."
With school dismissed, Alex headed straight home. After waving goodbye to Mr. Mosbie, he left. Home was not far, the streets still bearing faint marks from battle, including the spot blocks from school and house where his father had lost his life. His father's old sedan coughed to life in the parking lot, its engine rumbling like a weary beast. Alex gripped the wheel, the cracked leather warm under his palms, as he navigated the cracked roads with ease.
Tomorrow loomed large for Alex, a threshold to power or peril, yet his routine flowed unchanged. He was not worried over some worthless Awakening Class. His dad's words echoed in his thoughts: "No Class is useless, only people who wield them."
Once home, Alex quietly climbed the stairs to his room. Posters of famous actresses gazed down from the walls. He dropped into his chair, the seat sighing, and fired up the computer. The screen's glow bathed his face as he scanned for updates on his favorite anime and manga, fingers dancing over keys worn smooth from habit.
Glancing at the clock every twenty minutes, Alex stuck to his evening rhythm without fail. First, the latest episodes of his anime and fresh manga chapters, then a dive into adult videos to unwind. His stepsister would burst through the front door soon, her chatter filling the house, so he needed this release before then, a private ritual to shake off the day's tension. He peeled off his shirt and jeans, leaving him bare in the warm glow of the monitor. The site loaded quickly, a haven for Hunters sharing raw footage that fused erotic thrills with the harsh edges of their reality. Alex had signed up the day he turned eighteen, his membership granting access to clips that changed his perspective on the world.
He scrolled through thumbnails and settled on a video featuring two fresh-faced rookies, their slim bodies sculpted by endless training regimens, dropping to their knees before a battle-scarred veteran. His cock stood rigid, thick and veined, as they crawled forward, eyes locked on it with hunger. One girl wrapped her lips around the swollen head, sucking deep while her tongue swirled along the underside, drawing a low growl from him. The other nuzzled in close, her mouth latching onto his heavy balls, licking and tugging gently with her teeth. The veteran tangled his fingers in their hair, guiding their heads with firm tugs. He delivered sharp slaps to their cheeks, the cracks echoing softly, not to punish but to ignite their arousal, cheeks flushing pink under the impact. They moaned, mouths against him, the vibrations sending jolts through his shaft, their compliance absolute as tears welled in their eyes from the effort.
They traded places seamlessly, the second girl now deepthroating him, her throat convulsing as she took every inch, gagging while saliva trailed down her chin. The first lavished his balls with broad licks, cleaning every drop of spit and pre-cum, her tongue darting to join her partner's efforts. Sweat beaded on their skin, matting strands of hair to their necks and foreheads, bodies glistening as they worked in tandem, breaths coming in hot pants.
Finally, the veteran tensed, his hips bucking. The rookies pulled back just enough, tongues extended flat and eager, as ropes of thick cum erupted from his cock, splattering across their faces in warm, sticky bursts. Pearly strands coated their cheeks, lips, and chins, dripping slowly. Without hesitation, they leaned in for aftercare, one sucking the softening length clean, her lips gliding tenderly to draw out the last drops, while the other licked his balls smooth, soothing the sensitive skin with gentle laps.
The veteran's groans filled the audio, raw and satisfied, bringing pleasure of its own to them both. They turned to each other then, mouths crashing in a messy kiss, tongues tangling to swap the salty essence, licking it from skin and lips alike, their hands roaming over heaving breasts and thighs slick with arousal.
Alex's fist flew along his own nine-inch cock, veins pulsing hot under his tight grip, the slick sounds of his strokes matching the video's rhythm. He imagined himself as that veteran, those willing sluts kneeling at his command, pleading for his release. Eyes focused on the screen as the girls broke from their kiss, lust overtaking them, one shoving the other onto her back on the rough training mat. She straddled her face, grinding down as they locked into a frantic sixty-nine, tongues plunging into wet pussies, lapping at clits with desperate fervor, fingers spreading folds to delve deeper.
Their bodies writhed like wild animals in heat, hips bucking against probing mouths, muffled cries vibrating through flesh as they chased mutual climaxes. The sight pushed Alex over the edge. His balls tightened, and he erupted with a guttural groan, thick spurts of cum arcing through the air to splatter the screen.
Leaning back as his breathing calmed, Alex savored the aftermath, grabbing tissues to mop up the friendly fire. He longed for real women like that to tame, broken to his will, swallowing his seed and begging for more. Once he Awakened as a Hunter, prowling the Gates with blade in hand, he would make it reality.