“I know, sometimes its hard for me to remember that they’re programs. But they think they’re real, which is crazy.”
“Can you imagine?” said the beautiful blonde warrior.
“Sure,” I said with a laugh. “I mean, we think we’re real, but we’ve no real proof.”
“Ok stoner.”
“Seriously,” I said. “I mean look at where we are. This seems real. Hell, sometimes its more real than the real world. I’m not standing on a tower right now, I’m in a hospital bed hooked up to a bunch of machines. But here I am, standing with you. Here I am, the king of a little kingdom.”
“I don’t like it when you talk like that,” she said.
“What, like I’m a king?”
“No.” Trinity looked up into my eyes. “When you talk about how your body is laying in a hospital bed. It makes me sad. It makes me wish that I could help you get the surgery that you need. It makes me wish…”
“What is it Trin?”
“It makes me wish that I’d known you in the real world,” she said and looked away quickly.
“I wish I had known you too Trin, but I’m glad that I know you now,” I said, and lifted her chin to kiss her. She fell into my embrace, her arms wrapped around my neck, and her warm, sweet tongue danced with mine.
“Save some sugar for me!” Kit yelled and came scampering onto the rampart.
“Cock blocker…” Trinity sang.
“Oh, did I interrupt something?” Kit asked with the cutest smile she could muster. Then she hugged us both and kissed us on the cheek. “You two are so cute!”
“Did you two ladies have any luck?” I asked.
“I was going to tell you, yeah,” said Trinity. “The Vancouver Vampires have sworn allegiance, but the Minotaurs from Mars say that they’re staying neutral.”
“Yeah, sure they are,” Kit scoffed. “Bunch of beasts, I wouldn’t doubt that they’ve already sworn allegiance to the Orc Chieftains and the other assholes.”
“What about you Kit?” I asked.
“Oh! I’m so excited!” she shook out her hands and smiled. “I’ve secured the allegiance of The Howling. Ack! Can you believe it? We’re going to have werewolves on our side.”
“Sweet,” I said. “Good job, both of you.”
The rest of our guild members returned, and we joined Frisco and the Purrrrsian Empire in the tower’s war room. There was a table in the middle of the room shaped like a donut that could seat about fifty, and in the middle was Miramar’s newest addition to the tower: an interactive map of Ozara.
We all sat at the table and tallied up the guilds that had agree to help. Frisco had secured Hiro Quest after all, but Tweak hadn’t been able to get the king of the Lion Zion Tribe to help. All told, my guild mates and the Purrrrsian Empire had convinced thirteen guilds to help us defend the kingdom when the ban was lifted. Their names floated in the air above the map of Ozara.
The Vancouver Vampires
Hiro Quest
The Bards of Calimdor
Girls Only
The One True Guild
Double Fisted
PVP Posse
The Wizards of Wormwood
Dragontooth
The Lords of Chaos
Norsemen
The Champions of the Dragon
The Brits
“We’ve got some solid players on this list,” said Frisco as he scanned through the names. “One hundred and ninety players total if you count both of our guilds.”
“There will be as many if not more guilds moving against us,” Cecilia reminded him. “And they’ve got like a thousand barbarians.”
“Not if I can help it,” I said. “If Miramar can get the barbarian chieftain to meet with me, I intend on bringing them to our side.”
“Good luck with that,” said Zoe. “The barbarians are nutjobs. They don’t want peace, all they want is war.”
“Oh, they’ll be getting a war,” I said. “But I want to try to get through to them before the other guilds return. Whether I can or not is to be seen, but as long as we can sway the elves and dwarves, we’ll have a fighting chance.”
“I’ve got faith in you, Big Daddy,” said Kit with a wink. “If anyone can get through to those big beasts of men, then it’s you.”
“Thanks Kit.”
I was pretty wiped out from the long day, so I called an end to the meeting, and the girls and I retired to our quarters. The cooldown on my special ability was timed out, and it didn’t take the girls long to strip me out of my clothes and take advantage of me. I laid back and enjoyed a long, slow massage. Their sixteen hands rubbed, caressed, and explored every inch of my chiseled body, then eight mouths took turns pleasing me. They began playfully wrestling for a chance to be the first one to ride me, and I sat back on a mountain of pillows and watched them play, realizing for the hundredth time that I was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.
Ember won the match by becoming invisible, and then suddenly appearing right over me. She gave a triumphant cry and lowered herself onto my shaft, leaving the others to entertain themselves while she rode me to climax. When she collapsed on my chest, Trinity grabbed her and playfully tossed her into a pile of pillows. Zoe tackled the blonde warrior before she had a chance to straddle me, and Stormy wasted no time pushing through the other girls and jumping on me reverse cowgirl. I watched Trinity and Zoe’s little confrontation escalate quickly, and soon the match became erotic. The women had never shown an interest in each other, but soon Cecilia and Anna had joined Trinity and Zoe. The sight of the beautiful women’s entangled bodies and the sounds of their moans of pleasure nearly sent me over the top, and I had to halt Stormy for a moment while I fought the growing urge to come. She glanced back at me and smiled mischievously, then moved her ass from side to side.
“Stop,” I told her with a laugh.
“What’s wrong sexy boy?” she said and wiggled her ass again, bringing me right back to the brink. “My little ass too much for you?”
I chuckled and flipped her over, taking her from behind with renewed vigor. Nanaya maneuvered herself in front of my face, beating her wings gracefully to stay aloft as I cupped her ass in my hands and ate her pussy. When Stormy climaxed, Anna took her place. Then I moved on to Trinity, Kit, Cecilia, and Zoe, who had lined up in a row on their backs with their legs in the air. I went up and down the line, pounding them all like a piston and bringing them to climax over and over. I don’t know if it was the coming battle that made our love making so frantic, but we screwed long into the witching hour, going through so many positions that I lost count.
When I finally released my seed on their waiting tongues, the notification flashed on my interface, and I collapsed onto the bed with a stupid smile on my face.
Congratulations!
You have reached Level 67
The morning brought with it angry grey storm clouds that threatened rain. I couldn’t tell what time it was with such thick cloud cover, but my interface informed me that it was nine in the morning.
“Good morning, Sire,” said Miramar as he appeared beside me on the balcony overlooking the Haven.
I jumped with a start. “Damnit Miramar, can you just knock on the door like a normal person?”
“Normal person, Sire? But I’m a wizard.”
“Whatever, dude, just use the door next time.”
“As you wish, Sire,” he said with a nod. “I came to inform you that your invitations have been accepted. The meeting will take place at noon in the Enchanted Glade.”
“Really? They all accepted? Even the Barbarians?”
“Yes. I was forced to battle their most powerful witch doctor, and I regret that he died in the confrontation, but it got their attention.”
“Good job Miramar,” I said, extending a hand.
He shook it proudly. “Just doing my job, Sire.”
“Yeah, well you’re doing a hell of a job.”
“Thank you Sire. If there is nothing else, I shall return t
o my duties.”
“I would like you to accompany me and the guild to the meeting,” I told him. “So don’t go far.”
“I won’t Sire, and thank you Sire.”
He bowed and disappeared, and I returned to my perch to gaze out over my little city. Tomorrow, every player in Rebirth Online who was over level 50 would be able to venture to Ozara, but with any luck I would be able to secure an agreement in the Enchanted Glade.
If not, then we were in serious trouble.
I laughed to myself then, thinking that the programmers must be having a kick out of our predicament. Nothing could just be easy in Rebirth Online. We had worked our asses off to win the tournament, and rather than winning a fully functioning and vibrant city, our prize had been yet another impossible quest. But I was determined to succeed. Not just because the guild and I could become extremely rich if we could successfully expand the city, but more so because my guild was depending on me.
I gazed upon the land for a long time, imagining the buildings and towers that we would build. In my mind the squat tent city disappeared, and two-story townhouses took their places. I imagined a thriving town square that would attract trade from near and far. I envisioned a thick, strong wall surrounding my city, and beyond the wall I pictured hundreds of farms, vast gardens, vineyards, orchards, and a sea of roaming livestock.
Some day Haven was going to be the richest city in all the game, or my name wasn’t Samson fucking Sullivan.
After eating a hearty breakfast, the Purrrrsian Empire, my guild mates, and I summoned our mounts and headed toward the Enchanted Glade. I wanted to make an impression on the barbarians, elves, and dwarves, and I knew that we were sure to do that with our assortment of dragons, griffins, giant eagles, and other exotic mounts. Miramar led us there on a white Pegasus, and as we flew toward the glade, I spotted the elves flying on translucent wings. A group of about one-hundred dwarves could be seen speeding across the land on armored mountain rams, and from the other direction came the barbarians on huge horses that reminded me of Clydesdales.
The Enchanted Glade wasn’t hard to spot from the air. It sat in the middle of a lush forest backdropped by a two-hundred-foot waterfall that spilled over the high cliffs. Light emanated from the glade in the day’s gloom like a beacon of hope. Where the surrounding world was grey and dull, the glade was bright and shimmering, with colorful specks of light floating about like pollen.
When the golden light of the glade washed over me, I felt a tingling sensation dance its way down my back.
“Miramar says that no one can be injured in the glade, right?” Trinity yelled over the wind.
“That’s what he says,” I told her.
“Might as well test the theory,” she said with a mischievous grin. Then she surprised the shit out of me by leaping off her hawk’s saddle.
I cringed as I watched her fall the three-hundred feet or so to the ground below, but to my relief, she seemed to slow down in her descent and gently touched down on the soft green grass.
I glanced at Frisco, shrugged, and then leapt off my mount as well. My heart leapt into my throat as I peddled my arms and fell like a rock, but then I seemed to become lighter, and rather than fall, I kind of just floated down to the heart of the glade.
“That was fucking awesome!” I told Trinity, who was grinning from ear to ear.
Everyone in my guild but Tweak had leapt off their mounts as well, and they landed safely beside us. The Purrrrsian Empire joined us, some having leapt, and others sticking with their mounts like Tweak.
“This place is so weird,” said Trinity as she ran her hand along the blade of her enchanted sword without cutting herself.
“It was blessed by the goddess of vitality,” said Miramar.
“Yeah, sure it was,” said Ember.
“Alright peeps let’s get ready,” I said, and nodded to Miramar.
The wizard conjured a large circular table and four chairs, one for me, and one for each of the other leaders. The wizard and the rest of my guild mates would sit behind me, and I assumed that the others would instruct their entourages to do the same. Miramar conjured a pitcher of ale and four mugs as well, and I wondered if any of the other leaders would dare to drink it. Of course, I couldn’t poison the beer, not here in the glade, but I still didn’t think anyone had the balls.
The elves were the first to arrive. Queen Lyra, Malleus, Valeria, and about a dozen other elves landed in the glade, and the queen eyed me dangerously.
“You have some balls stealing my Everstone and then asking to meet with me,” said Lyra, striding over to me. “If we weren’t in the Enchanted Glade, I would have Malleus feed me your balls.”
“He’d probably want to eat them himself,” I said, winking at the scowling elf male. “He’s always got this look in his eye, like he wants me or something.”
Malleus’s nostrils flared.
“I believe that look means he wants to kill you,” she said with a grin.
“Oh, and by the way, I didn’t steal the Everstone, it was never really yours.”
“It was in my possession,” she rebuked.
“True, but it was attained under false pretenses,” I reminded her. “You said that you would help us if we got the stone for you, and you broke that promise.”
“Promises made between strangers are no promises at all,” the elven queen said with a laugh.
“Why are we wasting our time with this foolish human?” Malleus asked his queen with growing annoyance.
“Hey dickhead,” said Trinity as she walked around the back of my chair and got in his face. “His name is Samson Sullivan, and he’s the King of Haven.”
“He is a fool and you are his whore,” said the tall elf with a sneer.
“You’re lucky this is an enchanted glade,” she told him.
“Hey Trin,” said Ember. “Try to remember that he’s an NPC.”
Trinity straightened and looked at Ember, then back to Malleus, and finally to me. I arched a brow, my face saying, ‘she’s right you know’.
“What’s an NPC?” Malleus asked with a hearty helping of paranoia.
“It’s nothing,” I said and waved him off, and to Lyra, “My queen, please hear me out. The dwarves will be here soon, as will the barbarians. I have something to say to all of you, and I ensure you, it will be worth your time. For there is a terrible storm coming, and we are all in its path.”
“You speak in riddles,” said Lyra annoyedly, but then she grinned and cocked a hip out to the side. “But I do love a good riddle. Very well, I will hear you out, and then I will cut off your balls. They would make such a wonderful necklace, don’t you think?”
“Big Daddy’s balls are to big for a necklace,” said Kit, and ending the sentence with an enticing purr. I don’t know if it’s a furry thing, but when she purred like that, so did Cecilia and almost every female in the Purrrrsian Empire. The resounding purr that followed the declaration about the size of my balls only made the statement seem that much more valid, and the queen licked her lips and turned her blue eyes toward my crotch.
“Really?” she said deliciously. “And I wonder, does the rest of it possess such legendary girth?”
“Ever seen a soup can?” I asked.
Tweak busted a gut and slapped a knee, and the girls all giggled.
“It’s not that thick,” said Kit with a delightful chuckle. “But it’s soooo long.”
“It’s purrrfect,” said Cecilia from behind me.
Queen Lyra looked to each of the girls with some amusement, a little bit of envy, and a whole lot of intrigue. She glanced at me, looking impressed, and then sat down at the chair to my left. She had turned it so that it kind of faced me, and when she sat, I swear to god she did a Sharon Stone. She quickly opened and crossed her legs, and her skirt rode high, revealing one of the cleanest, smoothest, most perfect pussies that I’ve ever seen in my life. It was like a caramel candy, with smooth, velvety curtains hanging taut beneath a priceless pink pearl. The cent
er offered a hint of more pink, and the mounds on the sides were perfectly shaped.
I blinked and sent that image right to the Spank Bank. Then I wondered if Rebirth Online had such a thing on the interface.
“We must…speak privately after this meeting, whatever the outcome,” said the queen. Her smile told me that she had seen me catch a glimpse of her hotbox.
“Get a room ye bunch o’ perverts!” came a thunderous voice.
I rose from my chair and turned to find Hagar, Dwarven King of Stonespire. He stormed over with a dozen mates in tow and grabbed the picture of ale.
“This for me?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said.
“Good hostin’,” he said with a smile that revealed more gold teeth than not, then he tipped the picture back and drank the entire thing in one long pull.
I nodded to Miramar. The wizard waved a hand, and more pictures and more glasses appeared before the dwarves, who had moved to the opposite side of the table, leaving Lyra to the King’s right, and my left.
“Drink up me lads,” said Hagar as he took a seat with his pipe in hand. “This be the Enchanted Glade, and none can be harmed here.” Hagar then lit his pipe and puffed up a big cloud of smoke. He looked to me and the others with one eye half shut against the smoke. “It be safe, in and unless ye be staying here for less than a day.”
“What happens if you stay for more than a day?” I asked.
The king shared a look with the queen of the elves. “Ye ain’t knowing what happens if ye be stayin’ here too long?” he asked me.
“No, I’m—”
“He a noob,” said Malleus. “He doesn’t know anything, and neither do his whores or his smelly cats.”
Some of the Purrrrsian Empire furrys hissed at the elf, but Frisco held up a staying hand.
“Lyra, babe,” I said to the queen. “Can you tell the peanut gallery to please shut the fuck up while the adults are talking?”
Lyra offered Malleus a glance so bitter, so emasculating, so lethal, that he withered before us. The look she gave him also left many of the men in attendance unconsciously covering their balls with their hands.
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