Avarice: A LitRPG Virtual Fantasy Adventure

by Jeffrey Thorne

  I wanted to say something. I wanted to make some epic quip, some smooth one-liner, or an utterance that would lighten the saccharine tension of desire that had overcome me at the moment, but my lips betrayed me, and instinct overthrew reason.

  Rather than finding my lips speaking, I found them burying themselves back into hers, craving once more for that vanilla taste and hearty warmth. She straddled my hips, and my hands explored her body as though they had been possessed.

  Then finally, I moved my hands towards the top of her bulletproof vest that she wore as clothing, ready to thrash aside the garment and cup her robust breasts.

  Then an arrow pierced the ground next to me and that idea was thrown out the window.

  “Shit! Fucking Goblin Bandits!”

  It was the first time I had heard Ayla swear, and I could not but help but share in the sentiment.

  “Fucking cockblockers is what they are.” I muttered under my breath, growling as we rapidly detached from each other’s embrace, and I stared up, noticing that there was a grey-skinned creature with a pointed snout and dressed in what looked like torn, battered factory workers wear.

  The goblin was wielding what looked to be a very decent, high-end crossbow that had me surprised at the sheer sophistication. Yeah, I was definitely going to kill it and rip that weapon from its cold dead hands.

  Or at least, I would have to do that after I cut down the twelve goblins that had jumped down and were now charging towards Ayla and I. Without hesitation, my Elfblood Dagger was once again in my hand, as I stared towards the enemies. Hell, I was going to make sure these bastards knew better than to cockblock a guy when he was in the middle of something damn it!

  “I think this is my fault hun,”

  I quirked my eyebrow at her.

  “How so?”

  “I did say I would gobble you up… and our gobbling must have attracted them.”

  I gaped, openly gaped at her as she let out a loud laugh. Puns were the lowest form of comedy, and it seemed that Ayla enjoyed them.

  “We might as well punish them for interfering – eh? No…? Yeah, I don’t think puns are my thing, I’ll stick to killing enemies.”

  You have attacked Goblin Bandit A with Throat Slash!

  Swift and efficient, as my hand had spun out, targeting the closest goblin. It was somewhat euphoric as to how the Elfblood Dagger moved smoothly between the creature’s jugular, and I felt more as though I was slicing a cake than slicing through flesh and bone.

  To be fair, these Goblins seemed to be at a much lower level, I’d estimate maybe around level 7 or 8, whereas I was level 15. Ayla was probably much higher, which begged the question as to why they were stupid enough to attack us in the first place.

  Goblin Bandit A attacks you with Dead Help!

  “The hell?”

  The Goblin whose throat I had slit was using the last of its strength to hold me in place, I could feel the creature’s small palms forcefully crushing my arms as it had a grip like a vice.

  Goblin Bandit Prime attacked you with Ransom Shot! You have taken massive damage!

  There was nothing more surprising than the feeling of pain that rippled through me, as an arrow had gone straight through the Goblin’s head and pierced itself directly in my stomach. Tentatively, I could see that there was no blood, there was no liquid gushing out to indicate that I was hit, but I watched as my health bar sapped from a healthy green and settled at a dangerous red.

  The Goblin leader... sacrificed its own comrade just to get a clear hit on me? What the hell...

  Goblin Bandit B attacked you with Tough Headbutt! You have taken significant damage!

  Warning!

  Warning!

  Your Health is Critical!

  Belatedly, as my vision of the world began to lose color and turn a deathly gray, I could hear the sound of Ayla calling my name but it was lost, all sound was lost as the only thing that I could hear was a dull pounding and a sharp echo, the contrast of sounds making me blink and wince at the same time. The head-butt had been disorientating, the pain in my stomach from the arrow was not fading, and instead, I found myself making empty, haphazard swipes at the air with my Elfblood Dagger.

  There was a cold feeling that began to overcome me, as though my heart had started pumping ice water instead of blood. The world around me was a Ferris wheel, a rapidly spinning blend of dull colors and sounds that I could no longer make heads or tails of.

  My knees eventually gave in, and I found myself flat on my back for the second time that day, this time, kissed by cold and darkness, a final message appearing in my vision.

  You have -

  Chapter 5

  I had woken up with a severe pounding headache, which had suddenly eased up and then vanished as I regained my bearings. I could hear the sounds of music echoing loudly outside, and I blinked numerous times as I realized that I was inside a room of sorts, with a soft bed underneath me and it was filled with the scent of so much alcohol that I almost found myself unable to breathe.

  “Well, looks like the prince is up!”

  I blinked, staring at what I could see was another dark elf, a male one this time, and clearly an NPC. I was glad that NPCs had their health bar visible above them at all times otherwise there was no way I’d be able to tell them from players with how… diverse they all seemed to be.

  “Hurry up and get off my bed son, you be costing me money. A bed not used, is a money making opportunity abused.”

  Shit, a Dark Elf Pimp. Just when I thought that this world could not get any weirder, they go ahead and shove things like this in my face.

  “Where am I?”

  He spun, a cane in hand that he used to strike the ground.

  “You at the finest spot in Fiend City son! Braeya’s Bar of Bliss and Blessings!”

  They weren’t kidding when they said that this game was devoid of anything called decency.

  “And you must be Braeya…?”

  “Damn right I am son!”

  He proceeded to give several pelvic thrusts in my general direction that I could have honestly done without.

  “I’m the finest, hottest, most dangerous dark elf to eva’ walk the planet.”

  He snapped his fingers from left to right and up to down as he said that, shaking his head to match.

  “And you’d best remember that Sinny boy.”

  “It’s Sinbad.”

  “Boy, you’re in my establishment, on my bed; your name is whatever I say it is.”

  I wanted to argue, but then my eyes caught a glimpse of what his level was, and I realized it would not be in my best interests to argue with an NPC that was over three hundred levels higher than me.

  So I kept my mouth wisely shut.

  “So boy, I heard you looking for some hot n’ heavy loving. Well I’ve got a fine collection of the hottest, smoking elves from you to pick from!”

  This could not be happening. Part of me contemplated whether or not this was actually happening. I mean, I knew that I had come into the simulation with this particular purpose in mind, but I had never actually expected it to suddenly just drop in my laps like this.

  “W-wait, where’s Ayla? How did I get here?”

  Braeya waved off my questions. “Ayla’s a little busy right now sonny. I sent her on a little fetch quest, she’ll be back soon to answer your questions.”

  I stared around the room, and then stared back at Baeya, wondering if any of this was making any sense to me. A dystopian world filled with fantasy beings, and now, there was a Dark Elf pimp in front of me, wearing long earrings on his extended elf ears, and actually wearing a purple suit.

  Was I hallucinating all of this or was this really happening?

  “I don’t have all day sonny, do you or do you not want to get some fine ass? Trust me, the ladies I’ve got will have you feeling mighty fine.”

  An NPC pimping other NPCs. Shit, maybe I had been killed by that Goblin and this was some twisted version of the afterlife.

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sp; “Well?”

  There was no way I was going to do any of this sober.

  “Booze first, then send in the girls.”

  “Now you’re talking boy! Now you be speaking my language!”

  Braeya was gone, and two scantily clad elves came in with bottles, and I found myself saying screw it as I gulped down the first three without so much as pausing for a break in between. I had heard that one could get drunk without having a hangover in Avarice, and I was going to test just how true that was today.

  “Well boy, I’ve got something special for you today – a new collection, and because I like the look of your face so much, I’ll let you be the first to break her in!”

  I blinked as the elf was brought in front of me, creamy white skin and brisk blonde hair, perky breasts and a firm face. No matter how tipsy I was from the alcohol now flowing in my system, I was able to recall the face.

  “Y-you!”

  It was the face of the Elf Purist Prime, the same annoying person who had shot me in the arm after her and her gang had tried to kill me. Except the face didn’t match the demeanor. Whereas she had been arrogant, haughty, and prideful, what stood in front of me was a meek, gentle, and almost timid looking person.

  “Ooh, you know her boy?”

  I nodded slowly. “She tried to kill me earlier today.”

  Braeya let out two heavy tuts. “Well I suppose you can make her pay for it now boy, if you know what I mean.”

  “I did make her pay for it. I killed her.”

  Braeya waved him off. “Death isn’t the same for us as it is for you Sinny boy. We never truly ‘die’ we just come back... differently.”

  There was a clear difference, as I could tell by her heated cheeks, and erect nipples that the elf in front of me was incredibly horny and aroused, a complete change from the one that had been spouting things about chivalry on a battlefield.

  Braeya spanked her over on the ass. “Go on darling! Give Sinny boy over there a good time!”

  Hazy as my vision was, I watched as she approached me, gently, she moved over to my face and planted a soft, needy kiss on my lips, her eyes looking almost completely greedy, yet her gestures seeming utterly altruistic. I accused the alcohol for allowing the kiss, and blamed it for dulling my responses.

  Even as the kiss continued, I blamed the alcohol for not rebelling, and blamed the alcohol for all of what was about to happen. I did not know if this was wrong or if this was right, all I knew was that it felt good, it felt too good at the moment for me to question anything else.

  Except there was a part of me that did not want to wake up the following morning feeling like the worst type of scum, so I needed to ask questions now.

  “I don’t understand… why did she come back differently? She seems like a completely new person.”

  “Oh, does any of that matter boy? She’s fully willing, you’re fully willing, just get to the sweet lovemaking already!”

  This was what I wanted wasn’t it? It was the entire reason I had entered Avarice, to have sweet sex with the NPC characters, free from worry of STDs or other complications, but not once had I actually thought about what that would entail. Was this what it was? Having horny, lifelike women wanting you, with no other thoughts of their own? Or would it be the alternative, to have sex with what was basically a robot?

  I had fantasized about this moment for so long, but this was… not what I wanted.

  I lightly pushed her aside, ignoring the sweet softness of her breasts.

  “I can’t.”

  “What? What do you mean you can’t?”

  I shrugged. “I just can’t. I’m too confused right now. I don’t know if she’s real, if you’re real, if you’re a bunch of programs and codes or something else altogether.”

  I got up from my place on the bed, shaking my head.

  “Fuck it, I’m not pathetic enough to need to go to a pimp house just to have sex, I’d rather use my own effort.”

  “Watch it Sinny boy, I don’t appreciate anyone making light of my business.”

  “Sorry, I’m just speaking my mind.”

  Braeya scoffed. “Well have it your way boy, just so you know, even if you choose not to use her, others will.”

  Braeya had left, and I took in a deep breath as I collapsed back on the bed.

  Gods, this entire place was just one mindfuck after the other, and at this point, I wanted to go out and find that damned cockblocking goblin and stab it a hundred times in the face to vent out some steam. I definitely was not drunk enough to deal with all of this.

  I let out a gasp when I felt cold hands sneak down my pants and grab my dick, and I sat up, watching as Elf Purist Prime kneeled at the edge of the bed with her hand down my pants.

  “I already said that I can’t –”

  “I’m not doing this because Braeya told me to. I’m doing it because I want to.”

  I stared at her.

  “You can speak.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Are there any other obvious statements you’d like to make while I pleasure you?”

  “And you’re fluent in sarcasm. That’s just wonderful.”

  I let out a soft groan as I felt her hands rub up and down my shaft, noticing how she smirked.

  “You seem to be enjoying this don’t you?”

  “Well it’s fun to be the one in control this time around.”

  I blinked, staring at her even as my pants had dropped down to my ankles and as she breathed on my dick.

  “My Lord… eight… nine inches?”

  “You remember when we met?” I said, easily glossing over the topic of the length of my girth as I went into a topic that I was more curious about, which was the true extent of her memory.

  She licked up the side, sending shudders travelling down my spine at the feeling of her warm tongue strolling down my erect member.

  “Of course I do. I even remember how quickly you killed me once I shot you. With rage, you slit my throat and stabbed that red dagger of yours into my left eyeball.”

  I groaned as she took the full length of my cock into her mouth, I resisted the urge to swear as the sheer heat and warmth and texture of her tongue enveloped my dick.

  “Gods, you’re one twisted woman. How can you even kneel there and suck my dick while remembering the time I killed you?”

  Her response was to hum, and I drew on whatever dredges of willpower I had to ensure I did not blow my load from the vibrating sensations of her inner sanctum as I felt her tongue coil around my fellow like a serpent.

  Her lips escaped from my dick with a wet pop, and she gave me another look.

  “Death isn’t the same to us as it is to you. When we die, we come back, with a different worldview and different nature. So… I consider this taking revenge for my past self.”

  I stared at her with no small amount of incredulity. This was what she considered taking revenge?

  “You never did tell me your name.”

  I hissed as her tongue ran up the underside of my dick, going from the balls to the tip, as her tongue then licked around the tip.

  “Saeya.”

  “I’m Sinbad.”

  A hot breath escaped my throat as I swung my head back from the feeling of her mouth around my cock again, this time, she hummed heavily and I could almost feel myself blow.

  “I didn’t ask, and I don’t really care.”

  Her hands, cold and soft as they were, grasped my dick once more and gave it gentle but rapid strokes.

  “Just sit back, I’m going to make you lose your pride as a man.”

  “W-what do you mean by –”

  Shit! I went rigid as her head bobbed up and down, moving rapidly as my dick entered and exited her mouth at speeds that should not have been humanly possible. She continued this process whilst her cold hands fondled my balls and she hummed, she hummed whilst blowing my dick and it was more than I could take.

  “Fuuuuck! Fuuck!”

  I grabbed her elf ears like handle bars as I thr
ust my dick fully into her mouth. Constellations long forgotten entered my vision as I could take it no longer, and my dick twitched madly before letting out the hot white discharge. My mind went blank as I came, pouring my load full into her mouth, to which she did not object or spit it out, instead, she allowed me to pour everything in.

  Once I was done, her mouth detached, and a brief mad wave of sensations assaulted me when her lips disconnected from my now sensitive tip, and then she proceeded to swallow it all, taking in the discharge without so much as a pause.

  “You only lasted twenty seconds. Shame yourself.”

  My cheeks grew hot from indignation, as I began coming down from my orgasmic high as my mind began replaying over what she had just said.

  “I- That was – No one could last long against something like that!”

  Saeya smirked, it was a smirk of a challenge, a condescending smirk that I wanted nothing more than to wipe off her face. She said nothing, instead, she turned around and headed towards the door, before giving me a look.

  “Shame yourself.”

  The door closed with a soft click.

  Chapter 6

  The nightlife of Fiend City was booming. Everywhere I looked, I could see players and NPCs, engaged in everything from casual conversations to the occasional lap dances, to sharing a smoke or outright just making out. Braeya’s Bar of Bliss and Blessings, was believe it or not, the real name of the establishment. It was a bar, a pimp joint, a strip club, a weapons shop and a poker den all at the same time. The walls were lined with pornographic graffiti and all manner of drawings with lewd or obscene messages on them, the stripper poles had people tossing money unto the Elves in scantily clad clothing, and there was a general feel good atmosphere in the air.

  If this was the dystopia, I could not imagine how the utopia would look like. Of course, to get to the utopia in the first place, I’d have to go out, fight monsters, level up and get far stronger than I currently was, otherwise there would be no point. Speaking of points, I realized that I was not even certain as to how my attribute points were distributed, I needed to check that soon in order to make sure I allocated them in the most helpful and beneficial areas. Maybe increasing my endurance would help me last longer?