Venus Online (Volume 1): LitRPG Sci-Fi Harem

by Jeremy Zenith

  "Oh, shit," he grunted through clenched teeth.

  She released him from the double grip of her boobs and mouth. His glistening cock bounced against her face, making her giggle. She climbed up onto the bed and straddled his waist while giving him a coy smile.

  She ran her fingers down his cheeks. "Oh, no, you're not gonna blow your wad that quick for me. I want it inside me."

  She kissed him again before rolling over onto her back. She spread her legs open wide and the hatch between them slipped open. The oval shape of the portal and the pink, wet interior gave him an inviting entrance. "Come on, baby. I want that big, fat cock all the way inside me."

  He stood up and let his jumpsuit fall down to pool around his ankles. Her eyes followed his legs and seemed to widen in appreciation. He climbed on top of her and guided the head of his thickening cock deep into her.

  She cried out. "Oh, yeah, baby. Sink it in, right down to the balls."

  He could only groan from the tight sensation of her body. He had never felt anything like it. It wasn't like he had a lot of experience, having slept with women only a handful of times, but he knew she was tighter and wetter than any woman he'd ever been with by a long shot.

  "God, you feel so good," he groaned.

  She smiled. "You know what they say. Once you go robot, you'll never go back."

  He laughed, even as he felt pleasure run through his entire body. He pushed himself deeper and deeper in as her pussy moistened and accepted him into her. The two began falling into a rhythm as their hips ground against each other.

  His fingers glided over her thighs, over her tight stomach to reach her breasts. As her flesh rippled from her thrusts, the nipples glowed brighter until they looked as red as burning coals, gleaming off her chrome skin. Her eyes rolled up and her body shuddered as he filled her again and again.

  "Yeah," she moaned. "Do it, baby. Fuck that tight pussy like you own it."

  For a moment, he seemed to step outside of himself and watched the scene in amazement. Only a few hours ago, he had been mourning the loss of another potential girlfriend and faced a long sexual dry spell. Now he was balls deep in a sexy female robot that wanted him almost as much as he wanted her, if not more so.

  He could feel her gentle hands stroke up and down his back, urging and pulling him closer. He kissed her and their tongues twisted over each other as she moaned. He ran his hands up her thighs as they clamped around his hips, and felt them quivering in pleasure. When he drew back, her eyes closed tight and lips curled into a snarl as she felt him enter her again and again. He was amazed at how lifelike she was, considering Scarlett was just a robot. Then again, she was a robot in a video game.

  As he pumped in and out, her hips began to buck harder to meet him. Her moaning grew louder into his ear.

  "Oh yeah," she whispered. "Fuck me, baby. Harder. Shit!"

  Her whole body stiffened and began to quiver. The shock of finding out a robot woman could have an orgasm gave way to excitement as he felt her reach her peak.

  Her whole body stiffened against him. Her arms crushed him in a tight embrace, pressing her large breasts against his chest. He felt her legs clamp behind him, forcing him deeper inside and not letting go. She jerked once, twice, three times and he felt her pussy squeezing his cock, milking it in her ecstasy.

  "Oh god, yes," she gasped. "Fuck!"

  Her eyes rolled up as she quivered under him, still thrusting to keep her pleasure high. Her glowing nipples blinked in an uneven pattern as he kissed and licked her quivering breasts.

  Before she could even begin to relax from her orgasm, he could feel the peak rising with him. He felt a moment's panic as he had with other women when he didn't wear a condom but suddenly realized he was in a video game. He felt a surge of joy as he knew he didn't have to hold back. He continued to pound her as she wrapped her legs around his bucking hips.

  "That's it, baby," she moaned. "Gimme that hot cum. Shoot it up in my tight pussy."

  He pushed in one more time and exploded inside her. She quaked under his sweaty body, arching her back into him as he spasmed on top of her. It seemed like his climax had triggered another wave inside her, and they writhed in a dance of pleasure.

  When he finally collapsed, gasping and spent, she ran her fingers along his spine and hummed into his cheek.

  OBJECTIVE COMPLETED

  +500 XP

  100 CREDITS

  LEVEL UP! YOU ARE NOW LEVEL 2.

  Byron took a deep breath and exhaled. "Wow."

  "Shit, Byron," Scarlett whispered as she gently used her fingers to wipe away the sweat running down his face. "That was so fucking amazing."

  "No, you're amazing." He kissed her soft silvery lips.

  He settled down to roll over onto his back with a sigh. The glow in her nipples faded until her breasts returned to normal, and she laid her head on his sweaty chest.

  He sighed again. "Okay, well, that was awesome."

  He had a thought and looked up. "Wait, did I get experience points for that?"

  She giggled. "Uh, yeah. Mission fucking accomplished."

  "That's crazy. Who makes a game like that?"

  "Somebody who wants to get laid, dude."

  He laughed. "Incredible. Now what?"

  She looked up. "Well, you gotta turn off private mode, and then--"

  He touched his bracelet and tapped "Private."

  The text appeared in the air in front of him again.

  PRIVATE MODE: DISABLED

  NEW MISSION: SLAVE TRADE

  As the text began to fade, a siren blared and red lights began to flash all over the ship.

  Scarlett sat up with a sigh. "Shit, you had to ask."

  Chapter 6

  BYRON SAT up in bed, looking around at the blaring sirens in the cabin. "What's going on?"

  "New mission." Scarlett got up and crawled off the bed as the dripping hatch that formed her pussy lips snapped shut. "Orientation's over. Time for the real game to begin. Incoming distress signal."

  OBJECTIVE: ENGAGE ENEMY FIGHTERS

  She hurried out of the bedroom.

  Byron dragged his shaking legs off the bed to pull on his underwear and jumpsuit. As he zipped the jumpsuit up his chest, he paused for a moment when he caught his reflection in a full-length mirror.

  For the first time, he saw himself but almost didn't recognize the image. His body looked like a Greek god with huge muscles on his chest, arms and legs. His head had a smooth haircut with brown hair and the face resembled his, just a lot thinner. What struck him was the scar.

  It was gone.

  He reached up to touch his left cheek and feel the smooth skin instead of the slightly pitted flesh he was used to. Of course, the game wouldn't copy his scar, but it made his throat burn a little to see it. He wished he could have gotten rid of the scar that easily in real life.

  He shook himself and hurried out of the bedroom and down the corridor after Scarlett.

  On the bridge, one of the screens blinked with a wireframe image of a boxy-looking spaceship. Scarlett sat in the right of the two chairs seated in front of the bank of controls with her hands flying over the rows of equipment.

  Byron finished zipping up his jumpsuit, feeling the thrill of action. The adventure in space was about to begin. "What've we got?"

  Scarlett tapped buttons on consoles. "Incoming distress signal. Looks like a class-2 light freighter in orbit around Caurus Prime. It's flying a flag from the Yulon Corporation, but the codes don't match."

  He shook his head. "What's that mean?"

  She raised her metal eyebrows. "It means the flag is fake. Could be an ambush by some asshole pirates. Could be smugglers. Only one way to find out. Caurus Prime isn't far from here. It's your call."

  "We're going for it." He sat down in the captain's chair and held his hands out in front of the consoles before he put them down. "I, uh, I don't know how to fly this ship."

  Scarlett rolled her glowing eyes again. "Man, they really should have put you
through orientation. How'd you get in this game without learning all this stuff?"

  Byron thought back to what happened to him, and it seemed so long ago. "Apparently not in the right way. I saved some guy from getting run over by a train and he gave me the invitation. I guess his name was Otis."

  Her eyes bulged in their metal sockets. "Otis gave you the invite?"

  He remembered the reaction of the deliverymen when he mentioned the name, and felt like he needed answers. "Who's Otis?"

  Her mouth fell open. "Uh, Otis Accolade is only the guy who invented this whole fucking game. He designed the code himself, runs the whole Venus Online game system."

  "What was he doing in a dirty old subway station?"

  She waved a hand. "I don't know. Go ask him. Anyway, we'll talk more about that later. I'll fly the ship for now and we'll teach you later."

  She tapped on keys, flicked switches, and took hold of two levers. "Get ready for hyperspace jump. This is so fucking cool."

  She thrust the levers forward.

  The ship lunged forward with enough force to press Byron up against his chair. Space outside the window of the ship turned into a rainbow of swirling light as a vibration ran through the deck and through Byron's whole body. A strange sound like a musical tone began to play just at the edge of his hearing. It reminded him of the scenes in Star Wars when ships went into hyperspace or maybe the psychedelic sequence at the end of 2001: A Space Odyssey.

  The song ended with a pop and the colorful lights faded, leaving a view of a huge blue planet floating among a haze of stars. A gray spaceship with the same shape as the one on his screen drifted in the planet's orbit with three smaller starships swirling around it, firing beams of light. Wherever the laser fired, explosions boomed over the length of the larger ship.

  Scarlett flicked switches. "That's the freighter sending the distress signal. I can pick up its broadcast."

  One of the screens switched to a view of a woman's head and shoulders. The woman had to be an alien, because she had dark brown stripes covering her face and neck, and pointed ears on the top of her head that reminded him of a cat. Her full black lips curled up to reveal fangs as she spoke.

  "--anyone out there. This is the RSS Xuar requesting immediate assistance. We are under attack. Is anyone out there? Please, this is the RSS Xuar requesting immediate assistance."

  "Oh, boy." Scarlett leaned over to study wavelines on another screen. "Those are Necralia Imperial fighters."

  Byron shook his head at her. "You say that like I'm supposed to know what that means."

  "Shit, you need to read the fucking manual. Lady Necralia rules the biggest and most dangerous empire in the whole Galaxy. She makes Genghis Khan look like Mister Rogers, and her soldiers are the best of the best. This ain't gonna be easy."

  Byron grinned. "Sounds like fun."

  "It totally is." She tapped keys. "Except this is kind of weird. Normally, new players are supposed to fight the Nood Continuum on their first battle. Total pussies, just cannon fodder. Even experienced players don't meet the Necralia Empire until level ten. Anyway, I've got you patched into the comm frequency. She can see and hear you now."

  The cat-like woman on the screen widened her slitted green eyes. "Oh, thank the gods. Can you read me, handsome stranger?"

  The "handsome" part took him aback a little until he remembered what he looked like.

  Byron looked at Scarlett, who tilted her head towards the screen and nodded while mouthing, "Talk to her."

  He faced the screen again. "Uh, we read you. This is the Icarus, responding to your distress call."

  The cat woman broke into a smile. "Oh, thank you for your assistance! We feared we were lost. We're heavily damaged and under attack by Necralia fighters. We have no offensive weapons. We beg you--"

  Static flashed across the screen, replacing the cat woman with a black helmet that had fang-like teeth curved into its surface.

  "Icarus," the soldier on the screen said, "this is Sergeant Forsh of Death Wing Alpha Squadron. You will break off your intercept course. This freighter and its cargo are the rightful property of Lady Necralia as they were stolen from Her Ladyship's fleet. We are merely enforcing intergalactic law by recovering it. You will not interfere or you will become an enemy of the Necralia Empire and will be destroyed. Leave this sector immediately."

  Byron leaned back against his chair. "Sorry, you're breaking up. We didn't catch that. We'll be defending that freighter, though, so I suggest you break off your attack."

  Forsh reached up a black gloved hand to tap a button on the side of the helmet. A visor snapped up, revealing glowing white eyes surrounded by pale skin the color of a drowned corpse. "Tread carefully, Icarus. You do not want to make an enemy of Lady Necralia."

  "Got it. She's the boss." Byron looked at Scarlett and made a chopping motion with his hand.

  She got the message and tapped a button.

  The Necralia pilot's face vanished from the screen, replaced by bar graphs.

  She whistled. "Captain, if you knew who that was, you'd know you had balls of steel right there."

  Byron shrugged. "Hey, we're out here to have fun, right? Fighting enemy empires is what it's all about."

  "I like your attitude." She snapped a lever. "I'll handle the flying, you handle the guns."

  He nodded as he looked over the screens in front of him. One screen showed a glowing series of circles with colorful dots moving on it. He had seen enough videogames to know it was a mini-map of the area. When he looked up at the glass window in front of him, it flickered with an overlay showing text next to the ships out in deep space. One label highlighted the larger ship as the Xuar while the smaller fighters were highlighted as "Necralia Fighter." When he looked closer at the main viewing window, all the ships popped up the same text along with health bars.

  A joystick popped out of a slot and into his hands. It had two triggers; one on the top, and another on the side. When he took hold of the joystick, a targeting reticle appeared in the window as well, turning green as it drifted and red when it landed on a fighter's path.

  As the Icarus began to turn and rush towards the freighter, Scarlett pointed at the joystick. "Top button is guns, side button is missiles. Gun turrets are powered by the ship's engines so as long as we have power, we have guns. We've got ten missiles. Don't waste 'em. Read out's on the upper right corner."

  He took note of the number ten in the corner of the map screen. "Got it."

  "Then let's kick ass."

  The Icarus rumbled as its engines burned hotter, taking them closer to the battleground. Byron gripped the joystick tighter as he looked out at the vast window before them. They had drawn close enough to see the enemy fighters clearly. In space, they looked like balls of metal spikes spinning and twisting around the freighter. Their guns poured laser beams into the freighter, leaving tiny explosions in their wake.

  Byron pushed the trigger on the top of his joystick. Red streaks of light rushed out of the Icarus and streaked across the stars. One of the enemy fighters spun close to his laserfire, and he twisted the joystick to turn it towards the fighter. The lasers cut across the fighter, causing it to explode in a ball of flame.

  The text popped in front of him.

  +200 XP

  XP 200/1000

  100 CREDITS

  Scarlett whooped. "Leveling up, baby!"

  He couldn't hold back a huge smile. "I love space sims."

  Byron turned the joystick while pulling the trigger. He remembered how many hours he spent playing games like Elite: Dangerous and Eve: Valkyrie and it all clicked into place. He aimed the laser turrets ahead of the swarming fighters, and watched the lasers clip the wing of one of the enemy fighters which sprayed a trail of flames.

  Forsh returned to the communication screen, eyes blazing through his visor. "Icarus, you have already sealed your fate by killing an elite Death Wing pilot. Continue to fire on us and you will suffer greatly for destroying vital tools of the Empire."

>   Byron held up two middle fingers to the screen. "I got your vital tools right here."

  Scarlett burst out laughing as the screen went back to showing bar graphs.

  Byron went back to firing lasers at the enemy fighters. One of them twirled around to face the Icarus and its gunfire slammed into the ship.

  Byron felt the ship rock as red lights and sirens blared. "That's not good."

  "Playtime's over." Scarlett flicked switches. "Shields are down thirty percent. I'm boosting power from life support to compensate."

  He swung the joystick around and pressed the secondary fire. A missile roared off the Icarus as a glowing spear launching into space. The Death Wing fighter he aimed at blazed red to put on a burst of speed, moving out of the missile's range.