by Casey Moss
Turning him on turned her on, and she eagerly bent forward and kissed and licked the hard, bulbous mushroom head. He moaned and she took in a deep breath, loving the smell of the desert flowing on the breeze and the feel of his silky mass as she slipped his cock into her mouth.
His hand reached down to the back of her head and his fingers gently tousled her hair as she sucked on his shaft. Her ringed fingers around the base continued to glide up and down the bit of area left available following the slow, easy movement of her bobbing head.
Another pleasurable groan came from Tavis and a pool of moisture sprang from her crotch, dampening her sweats in response.
Popping his dick from her mouth, her tongue snaked out and licked the underside of it from his balls to the end. She rimmed the ridge with the tip of her tongue, laved down the length to his balls and took the sack in her mouth. Gently, she suckled on his testes as her fingers traced up and down the length and played with the bit of pre-cum on the tip of his cock.
A breeze blew over them, caressing her tits and his moist skin. His penis quivered under the wisp of the air. She grinned and kissed the underside of his dick, leisurely alternating from a kiss and a stroke of her tongue as she worked her way back to the tip. Again she took him in her mouth, massaging his shaft with her tongue.
The fingers in her hair smoothed down her breeze blown locks, and he pushed her further on to the shaft. She moaned around the dick in her mouth, relaxing her jaw and throat muscles to allow room for him. His huge cock completely filled her mouth, and as she worked the throbbing mass, she grasped his hips for balance.
Above her he passionately called out her name and took over the pace of the blowjob. She followed his rhythmic pace with her mouth and tongue, sucking and laving with each of his to and fro movements. Her own desire mounted with every thrust of his. The fabric of her sweats and panties rubbed against her crotch as she moved in time with him.
“Faith, baby, I’m going to cum.” His voice hitched and he tried to remove her from him.
She kept on him, and as his hands grabbed her shoulders and her own passion was released, he thrust one last time relieving himself of his warm, salty liquid.
After they had fixed their clothes and she had resituated herself in his lap and kissed him, letting him have a taste of what he left behind, she said, “I’m a bit worried about not encountering Buzz yet. His absence freaks me out because now I’m thinking he’s gearing up for something big.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Tavis replied, slipping a hand under her shirt and pushing up the bra she had put back on to play with a breast. “He’s probably engaged elsewhere.”
“Elsewhere meaning with my sister or Cassandra,” she replied with a nibble to his ear.
“Quite possible, but Alden is with Hope. He’ll keep her safe.” He pushed her shirt up, took hold of her tit and dipped his head down to take the hard nub of her nipple in his mouth. He moved so that his other hand was free to move her sweatpants. Deftly, he slid his fingers under the edge of her underwear, found their way to her slick canal and inserted two.
She lifted her shirt and bra to give him access to her other breast, which he took full advantage of, nipping and licking at one areola, then the other as he kneaded her crotch and brought her to climax with a couple of fingers.
Satiated, she snuggled against him and closed her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her. Feeling loved and protected, she dozed off.
****
The desert scene once again stretched out in front of her on the other side of the window.
Here we go. Finally.
She turned toward the door and waited for Buzz, or Mabuz rather, to come to her. It didn’t take long.
He barreled through the door bellowing obscenities, stomping across the room until he was beak to nose with her. “Where have you been?” he roared each word with harsh emphasis. “I came for you, and you have not been here.”
“That’s because I control the conditions and circumstances I find myself in, not anyone else, especially you.” She ripped the mask from his head. “Mabuz.”
“How dare you!”
“Oh, I dare all right. No matter how much you tried to keep me under your thumb and exercise dominance of my mind, you couldn’t succeed at it because I’m stronger than you.”
“Impossible,” he shrieked.
“It is too possible.” She cocked her head. “And don’t try that mind trick with me anymore.” She blinked like the genie character in that old television show her parents watched on late night television and laughed as he grabbed the sides of his head. Turning, she trailed her hand along the windowsill of the long picture window of the bedroom.
A growl sounded behind her. She whipped around to block him from sucking any energy from her with her one hand as she shot an orb at him with the other. The amber light splattered on him, like a paintball hitting its target. It dissipated, leaving no color behind. The shot knocked him back, but unfortunately didn’t harm him.
Again he attempted to pull the energy of her life force from her. Again she blocked his feeding. She zapped him with another ball of amber light. Their fight continued in this manner until Dolon burst into the room and zapped him with a stream of his own light.
Buzz staggered and stumbled over an ottoman in front of one of the fireside chairs. When he regained his composure, he glowered at Dolon. “Why do you attack me? You’re one of my father’s subjects. You are a vassal of the king.”
Dolon removed his mask and tossed it aside on the floor. “I am no one’s vassal, you cad. I am a Statiochapel Clan warrior.”
“And, I,” Faith said, as she stepped up to her love, “am Zya, a mystic and minstrel. Dolon’s lifemate. His bonded partner.”
Buzz gasped. Dolon’s arm shot up, and his power drew on Buzz’s life force. She joined him. The orange glow of Buzz waned under their draining. “But you weren’t bonded from the start,” he cried weakly. “How can this be?”
“You’re right. We weren’t bonded. The rites of our bonding hadn’t been completed in the beginning, but we finished the rite.” In unison, she and her love stopped the draining process. She tilted her head as she looked at the whimpering man on the floor. “You’ve lost, Mabuz.” She shot an amber stream of light at him. “Henceforth I banish you from my dreams and those of my friend’s and family’s.”
Buzz screamed and fell in an unconscious heap on the floor. His orange light disappeared.
Tavis reached out and took her hand. As he did so, the room and surrounding settings morphed into their beach. The setting sun sparkled on the water. A soft breeze blew over them. He cradled her back to his front. Together they stood and watched the waves lap onto the shore. Three stars peeked out and glinted in the dusk.
“Think we destroyed him?”
Tavis hummed for a few seconds. “Don’t think so. He probably transported himself to his home in his clan area. But I don’t think you have anything to worry about. He knows better now than to mess with you.”
With a smile, she leaned back in his embrace, happy to be in her favorite place with her love, her protector, who helped her find salvation from her dreams and realize her potential.
PART SEVEN
Not Quite the End
Chapter Twenty-One
Alden jerked awake.
Thunder boomed overhead, rattling the clubhouse.
Clubhouse? Shocked to be back in the real world, he jumped up, knocking down the chair behind him, and gave a quick scan of the room.
Everyone was slumped over. Some had fallen forward, face planting onto their keyboards. Others looked to be sleeping, their chins tucked into the tops of their chest. Den wondered if all the players were deep into the game, losing themselves in their characters and acting as if the C.O.V.E.N. world was the real world. Hopefully their quests aren’t as intense as mine, Hope’s and the others’ were.
Hope.
Den shot his focus to her. She was one of the ones using the keyboard as a pil
low. Her relaxed face showed no signs of distress. Good.
He placed his hand on her shoulder and rocked her. “Hope? Darling?” She didn’t wake or move. Den rubbed a hand over his face, expecting a lot of stubble and barely feeling any. Strange.
“She won’t wake up. We’ve tried.”
Den spun toward the soft voice. “Grace?” Next to her stood her husband. “James? You’re here. I’ve been wondering what happened to you.”
“Yeah. Been here for a while. As you know, we went to go talk to the Americhapel clan. We arrived at the building just fine, but when we walked through the door, there was a blast of bright white light. Next thing we knew, we’re here.” James ran his fingers through his already mussed up hair. “Tried rousing the troops, but no one’s responsive.” He pointed to the closest monitor. “I don’t understand any of this. We tried to hail people through the message interface. That didn’t work. We attempted to get back in ourselves. Obviously that didn’t pan out either.”
Grace grasped Alden’s arm. “How are the girls?”
“They’re fine. They’re leveling up. Hope gained a small shifting capability along with some fighting skills. Faith’s gained skills as well. Cassandra…can’t really say. She went off with her friend. They’re off with their Harlestchapel clan members I believe. Tavis and I had a quest to do, but it didn’t pan out like we wanted.” To say the least.
It surprised him how those he knew became their characters so easily and acted as if the game world was the real world. Their mission for the LAN party was to test out the game in role playing mode. How the whole thing turned into an open world where players could roam freely through the virtual world and were given so much freedom in choosing how or when to approach objectives was beyond him. But then again… It also seemed like someone had tweaked the game to play in sandbox mode. A player with enough know-how to give themselves tools to modify the world themselves and direct how the game is played.
But who?
“James? Who in here has the knowledge to change the game’s code from here?”
“The few who do wouldn’t jeopardize their jobs by messing with it now. Why?”
“Aside from the hocus-pocus stuff with us literally getting sucked into the game, don’t you find it strange how real everything was? How easy it was to manipulate and be manipulated in there? As for why, I was hoping you might have a guess.”
“Now that you mention it, yes, I noticed the play.” James shook his head. “But I have no clue why. And the people who I’d call to ask are in this room and locked into the C.O.V.E.N. world.”
Alden scratched his chin, thinking on what could be his next step. He roamed the room checking the monitors to see if there were any clues. Just as he neared Mr. Jenkins’s seat, he remembered the weird daydream he’d had earlier in the day. He turned back to his girlfriend’s father. “What’s the deal with this guy anyway? I saw him cozying up to you and your daughters during the picnic.”
“Cor? He’s a consultant with an auditing firm. I believe he’s from out of the country though. I was asked to make him feel welcome when he came in to do some QA. Then when we were looking for bodies for the party to test the game, I figured I’d invite him. Let him see what we’re really doing. Plus he asked to be included in opportunities if they came available.” James cocked his head and raised a brow. “Why? What’s on your mind?”
“I believe Cor took over playing the character Mabuz. He seemed to be after Hope before play started, and as you know, she was taken captive, then Faith had her issues with Buzz. During play, we found out Buzz is Mabuz. He’s working on behalf of a king.”
James’s face paled. “I don’t like any of what you’re saying.”
“Believe me, neither do I. We need to get back into the game. I have to make sure Hope and the others are okay. Cause we…umm…” He bit his upper lip. “Sir, I’d like to marry Hope. I hope I have your blessing?”
“We get out of this mess, and I’ll throw you two the biggest engagement party ever.”
“For Faith and Tavis, too? I have a feeling he’ll be asking for her hand the next time you guys meet.”
“Sure. Grace you hear that? Your girls are spoken for. Grace?”
The men turned and found Grace slumped in front of her monitor, her hand still on the mouse.
“Ready to go back in?”
Den nodded. “Yep. We’ll need to keep an eye on Cassandra. Cor will be after her next.”
The men took their seats. Alden logged back into the game.
More thunder boomed, followed by a flash of light and another loud clap in the atmosphere.
The pyramid crystals placed around the room glowed once more.
Den closed his eyes, prepared this time to visit the C.O.V.E.N. world, wondering what new adventures waited for his friends and loved ones.
The End… for the moment…
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