“Oh, shit… oh, fuck!” She whimpered. “Oh, fucking, fucking fuck… this is so fucking awesome.”
“You are ready to become my bride.” Hagarth looked up at her, his face and beard dripping with her juicy orgasm.
“Oh, baby!” She writhed and moaned. “This is so fucking good… oh, yes, I am… I so fucking am. Yes!”
“Ah, then by this act of love and conjugation…” Hagarth announced solemnly. “You, Princess Hélène of Dras-Ornel, will now become my lawful wedded wife.”
“Oh, god… oh, yes.” Hannah reached up and grasped for him. “Oh, I want your big fat hard cock in me now… come on, Hagarth… fuck me. FUCK ME NOW!”
The huge barbarian chief nodded and undid his belt and dropped his breeches to the floor. His enormous cock jutted outward, erect and hard, and as huge as she had remembered from the time at the camp when she had swallowed him balls deep. A roar went around the entire hall as the spectators cheered their chieftain on. Removing all of his clothing, Hagarth knelt down before her. Hannah stared at him with raw, naked lust. His men had done a great job in getting her hornier than she could ever be on her own. She was more than ready to be plundered by the outrageous organ that throbbed with lust before her eyes.
“Fuck me, my husband.” She slurred and reached out to him.
And Hagarth was more than happy to oblige as he came closer to the dripping cavity between her sexy legs. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up to place the thick, red hot cockhead against the yawning lips of her enflamed pussy. The shielding sheath over her virginity, stretched and softened by the several wiggling tongues trembled and poised for the inevitable intrusion. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, any moment now her virginity would be taken away from her. She could feel him pushing in, oh the pain, the pleasure. Her head felt light and brilliant lights flashed before her closed eyes. She gasped and felt a great weight lift off of her.
Hannah sat up with a sudden start. Her head felt very light and everything around her seemed to be spinning in circles. She blinked in confusion. It wasn’t gloomy anymore; the pleasant warmth of early morning streamed in from the window, filling the room with a soothing glow.
“What the hell happened… where am I now?” She spluttered in confusion. “Hagarth… Hagarth, where are you?”
She rubbed her eyes and looked down at her body. She was naked, and sitting on a small, vaguely familiar bed. Her surroundings looked outlandish and strange to her. What was that object that lay on the bed before her, with the bright light emanating from it? Then realization hit her like a cold shower, all of this was some kind of a dream… it had to be. She remembered the electric jolt she felt when she touched the computer charger, and the computer… it still had the game running on it.
“What the fuck happened? Why did I get thrown out of the game now… just when I was about to… oh, this sucks…” She fumed and grumbled as she reached for the laptop computer. “It was all so freaking real… I felt everything damn thing in there… I remember it all… as if it really… oh, Hagarth.”
On the computer screen, the words, ‘Quest Completed!’ flashed on and off and Hannah exhaled deeply, slumping her shoulders with disappointment. Why did her life have to be so cruel, why did a computer game be more meaningful than her real life… if only… if only she could go back there.
“But I can…” Her eyes lit up. “All I have to do is fire up the game again.”
And so she did, but instead of the game starting up, a message to insert disk for next quest kept flashing on the screen. Now where would she get the next disk from?
“Derek, of course.” Hannah stood up and whistled. Her student. He gave her the laptop with the game. He would have the next disk for sure. “I’ve just got call and ask him for it.”
But did she have his number? She reached for her phone and scrolled through the list of numbers, her heart pounding. As she scrolled along, the new message icon was blinking on and off in the upper left corner. Who could that be from; she wondered and accessed the phone message inbox. It was sent the evening before from the Fellowship of Ancient Historical Studies. From Garth Hollander, to be more specific. She selected the message to read, it was a video message and Hollander’s broad face filled the screen.
“Good Evening, Miss Liston.” He had a wide grin on his face. “I hope you have considered our offer. If you have, please join me for breakfast tomorrow at the campus… if not, this message will self destruct in… nine… eight… seven… six… ha ha ha, I’m only kidding… hope to see you at 10AM tomorrow, Miss Liston. Good Night!”
Hannah blinked a few times and then played the message back. Something about Hollander suddenly began to feel very familiar. She shrugged it away. She hadn’t really got a good look at him when she met him the afternoon before. So what was she going to do? Find Derek and get the next disc for ‘Finder’s Journey’ or have a free breakfast at Hollander’s expense.
“Damn, I don’t even know where Derek lives, and it looks like I don’t have his number… and to top it off, it’s Saturday… I won’t see him until Monday.” Hannah paced around her little room, deep in her dilemma and oblivious to her nakedness.
Joining the Fellowship of Ancient Historical Studies would certainly be a life changer for her, more than anything she could find in a computer game. But then, ‘Finder’s Journey’ was in a way a life changer for her too. The game made her realize she could be more than what she had accepted herself to be, and that fueled her on. She made up her mind.
“I am going to meet Hollander, and accept his offer.” She stared at her reflection in the mirror with determination. “And so what if he wants a little sex on the side… I want some of that too.”
And with that thought, she showered and slipped into a pair of tight jeans and an even tighter T-Shirt. Locking the door to her apartment, she briskly walked down the wooden stairs. Someone was heading up; she barely noticed who it was as she walked past the man.
“Good Morning, Miss Liston.” Alvin Rand, the building superintendent greeted her.
Hannah mumbled a response and carried on down the stairs and out of the building. She hailed a cab and sat back. Her life was poised for a much needed change, and she was going to get it done.
“Ah, Miss Liston.” Hollander rose to greet her as she walked up to his table in the rooftop restaurant. “So glad you decided to consider our offer… please, have a seat. The breakfast here is fantastic.”
“Thank you, Mister Hollander.” She nodded and sat down, everything did smell quite heavenly and her belly emitted a low growl. “Yes, I have decided to consider your… generous offer.”
“Brilliant… and please, it’s Garth.” His smile was wolfish and quite so familiar. “Now that you will really be joining our fellowship, there’s no need to be so formal among friends.”
“Well yes, there is no need… Garth.” Hannah looked at him closely. “You too may continue to call me Hannah.”
“Marvelous!” The large man grinned and took a deep swig of his orange juice.
And then it struck her. She knew exactly why he seemed so familiar all of a sudden. Take away that custom made suit, those narrow eye-glasses and undo his neatly combed and tied back dark hair, and he could be a perfect doppelganger for Hagarth, chieftain of the Northern Clans of Cairngorm from the game she was trapped in all night long. Her belly fluttered and she felt a strange tingling sensation between her thighs. How was this possible… was the game pulling out character features from her own subconscious?
“Something you wanted to say, Hannah?” Hollander’s deep voice jarred her back from her rumination.
“Uh… yes, Garth. How soon can I be accepted into the Fellowship of Ancient Historical Studies?”
“Today, if you wish.” He gave her a questioning look. “Well, you must have been waiting for this for a…”
“Yes, I have.” She nodded and took a sip of her orange juice. “And the sooner I get in, the sooner I can keep up my end of the bargain… to you.�
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“Oh, wow!” Hollander gave her a wide eyed look of surprise. “I had no idea you would… I mean, it sounds like you took my advice from the last time we met pretty seriously.”
“Yes, I did.” She nodded. “Your advice got me thinking, and ‘Finder’s Journey’ helped me become a whole new person.”
“Finder’s Juh-…” The large man had a befuddled expression.
“Never mind.” She smiled at him. “So when can we do this?”
“You are quite a surprise package, Hannah.” Hollander leaned back and eyed her with devious intent. “It depends on how much time you’ve got today…”
“I’ve got all weekend, Garth.” Hannah bit her lip and closed her eyes seductively. “Let’s do this.”
~THE END~
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