by Reed James
Elven Mage's Submissive Passion
Ultimate Harem Fantasy 2
An Erotic LitRPG Novel
by
Reed James
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Elven Mage's Submissive Passion
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Other Fantasy Stories
Chapter One: The Second Quest
Chapter Two: Eye in the Sky
Chapter Three: Ambush Gone Wild
Chapter Four: Hints of Corruption
Chapter Five: Quest Accepted
Chapter Six: The Elf's Worth
Chapter Seven: Kulri's Choice
Chapter Eight: Halfling Delights
Chapter Nine: Wildlife
Chapter Ten: Bridging Fear
Chapter Eleven: Cut Rope
Chapter Twelve: Dragon's Fury
Chapter Thirteen: Misty Night, Naughty Fun
Chapter Fourteen: Frustration
Chapter Fifteen: Night Attack
Chapter Sixteen: Missing Riders
Chapter Seventeen: Shuwëmeri's Gift
Chapter Eighteen: Blighted Victims
Chapter Nineteen: Harm's Plague
Chapter Twenty: Corruption Spreads
Chapter Twenty-One: Protective Desires
Chapter Twenty-Two: One Hunger Satiated
Chapter Twenty-Three: Tangled Passions
Chapter Twenty-Four: Respawns
Chapter Twenty-Five: Trash Pulls
Chapter Twenty-Six: Priestess of Pain
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Dire Agony
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Info Dump
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Loot
Chapter Thirty: Victory Achieved
Chapter Thirty-One: Surrender
Epilogue: The Dark Twin
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“Right here in the center of the shop, Lord Marcus?” the angelborn Cleric asked as she took the dildo from her lover's hand.
“Don't pretend your pussy's not dripping,” Twist hissed, her arms folded beneath her large breasts.
“Yes, yes, show us what you got,” Éjyona said.
“Marcus?” Maria asked. “This is going a little far, don't you think?”
“Oh, so you want to do it?” asked Marcus, glancing over at the redheaded human.
Her cheeks went scarlet.
“No, no,” Dëshoma gasped and snatched the dildo from him. She was as wet as Twist accused. “I do not mine serving thy commands, Lord Marcus. After all, thou art mine harem master and love of mine heart. If this rude and tawdry act will please thee, then I shalt perform it with all the skill I can.”
“Someone just wants to cum,” Twist muttered to the halfling.
“Don't you?” Éjyona said. “I don't know what that dwarf is whining about. Human cocks are amazing.”
“You have been denied the pleasure of a dwarf's mighty pick,” said the armorsmith. She sat down on a stool, a leather seat stretched between a frame of wood. It looked like it could be easily folded up and transported. “Well, angelborn, try out my masterpiece. That's not just any ordinary dildo.”
Dëshoma undid the ties holding her skirt tight about her waist. The purple fabric shimmered as it fluttered down her pale thighs, exposing the dainty panties that matched it. She hooked those with her fingers and pulled them off, bending over to slide them past her thigh-high stockings.
Marcus and the rest watched her. She shuddered, exposing the trimmed, sapphire hairs that adorned her pussy. Her dew already flowed. She could smell the jasmine aroma of her passion. She shuddered and sank down onto her rump, the stone floor cold against her butt-cheeks. She gasped, her toes curling in her feathery heels.
“Let's see your stuff!” Iris cheered. The pixie always grew so excited by sex, adding to the embarrassed heat flushing through Dëshoma.
Everyone stared at her. All those eyes watched her with hunger in them. She swallowed and then placed the dildo's tip against her twat. Kulri's eyes stirred with passion, the tips of her ears twitching. Marcus licked his lips, a bold grin forming. Maria quivered, her thighs pressed tight while Twist's eyes were hungry. The halfling's hand slid beneath her loincloth, discretely masturbating herself.
The dwarf watched keenest of all as she sat on her bench, confidence in her eyes.
I cannot see how a simple, golden shaft could compare to Lord Marcus's most amazing member, Dëshoma thought. His cock was as thick and long as this toy.
With everyone watching only inflaming her embarrassed excitement, she pressed the toy into her pussy lips. She gasped as her cuntlips spread around it. A shiver ran through her body. She quivered there, groaning as she pressed the toy deeper and deeper into her cunt.
“It is... thick,” she panted. “And it glides in with a cool and smooth surface, Lady Dwarf, but I fail to see what is so spectacular about this unliving shaft. It doth not carry the warmth of life nor the exciting twitch of Lord Marcus's member when he is so deep within my nether's embrace.”
“Oh, this is no ordinary dildo,” the dwarf said. “Uzkar!”
The dwarven word echoed through the air and—
The toy buzzed inside of Dëshoma's pussy.
To find out what happens next, read on!
Other Fantasy Stories
Ultimate Harem Fantasy 1: Fighter Awakens in the Naughty World
King of the Monster Girl Harem 1: Taming the Naughty Monster Girls
King of the Monster Girl Harem 2: Disciplining the Naughty Monster Girl
King of the Monster Girl Harem 3: Taming Monster Girls' Passion
King of the Monster Girl Harem 4: Dominating the Naughty Monster Girl
King of the Monster Girl Harem 5: Monster Girls' Harem Passion
King of the Monster Girl Harem 6: Monster Girls Gone Wild
King of the Monster Girl Harem 7: Saving the Naughty Monster Girls
The Rogue's Harem 1: Rogue's Sultry Women
The Rogue's Harem 2: Rogue's Wicked Harem
The Rogue's Harem 3: Rogue's Passionate Harem
The Knight and the Acolyte 1: The Acolyte's Passion
The Knight and the Acolyte 2: The Mage's Passion
The Knight and the Acolyte 3: The Thief's Passion
The Knight and the Acolyte 4: The Shaman's Passion
The Knight and the Acolyte 5: The Knight's Passion
Chapter One: The Second Quest
Shattered Passions was unlike any MMORPG I had ever played.
For one thing, I had entered into the game world.
I lived it. Breathed it. Experienced it all in real time. The aches and pains a
s well as the bliss and pleasures. The erotic game, full of beautiful women for you to seduce into your harem and fuck, had attracted my attention. My life was over. My cheating, lying, whore of a wife had left me. She had been about to take most of my life's work in the divorce settlement. All that time working, building us a life, and she had been using me.
None of the children mine.
Why had I bothered? Why had I fought so hard?
I found myself a new thing to sink my life into. A final way to waste it, and my money. I purchased the most expensive microtransaction in the history of video games. The makers of Shattered Passions could never have imagined someone would spend $50,000 for the “Ultimate Harem Fantasy” pack. It promised to deliver a VR gaming experience so lifelike you'd swear you were there.
They had. When I found the chest and opened it, I was sucked into the game. Into my own fantasy world. I had cleared my first dungeon, rescued two maidens, and gathered a party of sexy women. Several I'd claimed as my harem. They'd all given me their bodies.
“Good luck, Marcus,” Shelley said. She rushed up to me, her brown pigtails swaying about her shoulders, her hazel eyes bright. The slender, eighteen-year-old human paused before me, dressed only in a frilly apron. It swayed about her petite body, her lithe legs bare, the profile of her cute rump visible on her right side.
She threw her arms around me a moment later and kissed me.
I savored the feel of her tongue plundering my mouth as she pressed up against the bronze chain mail armor I wore. I grabbed her ass, kneading her with my bare hands. She was the third member of my harem, my quest reward for defeating my first dungeon.
She felt so real. So lifelike. She was real.
I couldn't decide if I had transported to another world that just so happened to have video game mechanics baked into its natural laws, or if I was wired into the most advanced VR in the world with the NCPs run by AI's with such skilled Natural Language Processing that they could pass a Turing test.
Both seemed impossible. No one had this level of technology, certainly not a company making an erotic video game. And yet going to another world seemed equally implausible.
Despite that, here I was, kissing Shelley.
She broke the kiss, a bright smile on her face. Then she darted to my right to throw herself at another member of my harem, and of my adventuring party. The Cleric Dëshoma. The two women kissed, the faith halo of light glowing around Dëshoma getting brighter. Her red veil, draped over the white wimple bound around her head and face, rustled. She was dressed like a nun.
A slutty nun.
She wore a sleeveless habit that turned into a short, pleated skirt. She had thigh-high stockings of the same scarlet hue. Her hands were gripping Shelley's rump, squeezing them as the two made out. It was enough to make my cock hard.
“I would love to go anytime soon,” hissed Twist in annoyance. The Thief (official class name, though she wasn't opposed to larceny), tapped her booted foot. The morning sunlight glinted off the red scales of her hairless head. She was reptilian and beautiful, busty in the scant clothing she wore, leather straps that crisscrossed her bountiful breasts and hid her nipples. Besides that, she wore a pair of leather panties that left her thighs exposed and a set of brown, heeled boots.
Shapely and lovely.
Her belly scales were pink bands that swelled over her breasts, contrasting with the crimson of the rest of her. She had an exotic and wild look. A gleam in her blue eyes, pupils slit like a reptile's, promised passion if you could tame her.
So far, I had.
“Let's get going,” Twist hissed. “I want to get to Liberus.”
Dëshoma broke the kiss with Shelley. “Mine apologies, Twist, for delaying our departure by a scant minute so that I may exchange a most loving and delicious farewell with mine fellow harem member and lover. Verily, do I beg thy forgiveness for my rude impertinence and daring to make thee wait a few precious heartbeats upon us.”
Twist's lips curled back in a snarl.
Dëshoma faced her without backing down. The angelborn Cleric had gained confidence during our first dungeon. It appeared she was done letting Twist bully her. It was good. Twist needed to see her as someone strong, and not just as our healer who kept us alive in battle.
“Are we finished with this pointless bickering?” Kulri asked. Her real name was Kulrigiizhai, but I had trouble saying that. The busty elf Wizard stood in the most revealing outfit of all. She had found a new set of robes in the last dungeon. And since it was dedicated to the Goddess Shuwëmeri, Mistress of Fertility, the theme was obvious.
The pink silk fit her large tits like a glove save for the two cutouts to allow her soft-pink nipples to peek out. They were hard. At a command, she could lactate and all who drank of her milk would have a buff put on them. The elf didn't appear to mind. She rarely showed emotion, save during sex. She stood tall, regal, gripping her white alder staff, her soft-violet eyes appearing almost bored.
The robe left her belly exposed and the tails fell down her rump. She wore a skimpy pair of purple panties that matched her garter belt and thigh-high stockings. Her pointed ears thrust out through blonde hair so pale it was almost white.
“If Lady Dëshoma is done making out with Shelley, we can go,” I said, flashing my Cleric a grin. I always called her Lady Dëshoma or My Lady, inspired by her formal way of speaking.
“I just need to give her the shopping list for me, Marcus,” said Shelley, flashing me a grin. She pulled out a folded piece of parchment from the front of her apron and handed it over.
We were on our way to Liberus, the Human Capital. We had money gained from the loot we found in the last dungeon. We were all Level 10 which meant we had chosen our first class specialization. We all had three to pick from. I went with Paladin from the Fighter class. It was the Faith path. Not what I would usually take, but I felt like I was in this world for a reason.
It was Shattered into thousands of pieces, each surrounded by a barrier of purple energy. Like the one that ringed my base camp. It was a classic staging ground for a player in an RPG. It had spots to expand with buildings as I recruited new followers like Shelley, my cook.
It also held a Shardpool.
From here, we could find Shards to other locations and travel to them. We were Shardhunters, which gave us the magical abilities to gain levels and experience. To improve ourselves in ways beyond mortal limits.
“I'm ready to go,” Maria du Marne said. She was the last member of my adventuring party and the first I'd recruited in the dungeon. A fiery-haired human Fighter who had chosen the Duelist class, following the Dex path. She wore a shiny, bronze breastplate that reflected light in a dazzling way. She had a rapier belted to her side and a loincloth of bronze chain that barely hid her pussy and draped over her ass-crack. She was strong, athletic, and very feminine.
“You look ready,” I said and grinned at her.
She blushed like she were still a virgin. “I just want to get some new gear and then explore that other shard we found.”
“I found,” Haîcze interrupted. She was another of my camp followers and the last of my harem members. I had saved her from being sacrificed by the same cultists whom we'd battled in the dungeon. She was a sylph, an air elemental. Her white hair constantly danced around her lovely face as if a breeze constantly swirled around her. “You weren't even a member of Marcus's party when he rescued me.”
“Sorry,” Maria said, her cheeks going even redder. “I just meant, it's ours as a group. I want to get to the Airy Plateau and see if it's there.”
“I doubt the Tears of Ëshuxeri will be found outside of one of her lost temples,” said Kulri.
“But I can hope,” Maria said, shooting me a begging look. She needed to find it to cure the Cock-Wilt Plague ravishing her home village. It was why she'd taken on the path of the Shardhunter. I feared she'd leave the party once she found it, but I promised I would help her find it.
Even if it meant she'd depart my life.
“Let's get to the city! I have sooooo much to sell,” Haîcze said. The sylph explorer rubbed her pale hands together, her gray eyes full of greed. She was our vendor that we sold items to. Then she'd go to places like Liberus and make a profit. She also would search out a dungeon for loot after we'd cleared it and made it safe.
In essence, I could send her on missions to make money for me like she were some browser extension to the main MMO. I bet she would be that if I wasn't in this world for real.
“Let's go!” Iris cheered. The last member of my party darted down. She was my helper sprite. A tiny pixie that could stand in my hand. She was naked, pink dust spilling around her gossamer wings. Like an X-rated Tinkerbell. “I want to see Liberus. Use the Shard, Marcus.”
We were before the Shardpool. It rippled with blue, the water waiting for us to step in and take us away. I felt three destinations: the Temple of Shuwëmeri (the starter zone), Liberus, and the Airy Plateau. I chose the human city.
We stepped into the water.
The world became azure like the water surging around us. I could feel my connection to my party members, that sixth-sense that let us innately know each other's status, flicker out for a moment. Severed by our teleporting travel. Then it ended. The blue vanished.
Sounds crashed into my ears.
A hundred or a thousand voices all speaking at once. We stepped out in a large, bustling square. In every direction, people moved. They were mostly humans like Maria and I, showing a wide range of diverse skin tones, a rainbow of hair colors. Some had unnatural hues, marking them as half-breeds like Dëshoma, an angelborn, or Twist, a dragonborn. Others were shorter, dwarves or halflings. Or large, like the orc male that stalked across the square. Green-olive skin covered in a fur vest and leather pants. He bulged with muscles.
The buildings rose around us looking like I was in a part of Europe preserving the medieval town. Stone buildings rising up to stone-shingled roofs. Smoke rose from chimneys even though the weather was quite warm. A mix of scents assaulted my nose: burnt wood, unwashed flesh, strange spices. Maria grabbed my arm.
“There are more people here than in my whole village,” she said.