Rescuing Roxy: A GameLit Harem Fantasy Adventure for Men

by Albion, Rex

  “Naughty boy. I didn’t mean that kind of booty,” Roxy giggled.

  “Didn’t you?” Vandal teased as he took hold of her hips with a firm grip.

  Roxy moaned as the tip of his cock brushed her lips. “Mmm, that’s good, but I was just going with the pirate treasure theme. Can you just fuck me, Vandal? Please? I need your cock.”

  He wasn’t going to refuse that invitation and Roxy let out a satisfied moan, as he pulled her hips back to him as he plunged forward, burying himself to the hilt in her wet pussy.

  “Fuck, that’s good!” she panted. “Oh yes. So, good.”

  It was, and Vandal knew it. Before he met Roxy, he’d been modest and wouldn’t have had the nerve to claim to be an expert lover, but he knew if they kept this up, he’d soon be the equal of this incredible body he’d selected.

  His cock filled her, and Roxy was tight, warm and wet around him. There was no hesitation, he drew back, and she moved forward, and when he thrust, she pushed back against him. They found a perfect rhythm, and he loved it, but somehow knew he could hold off on coming.

  “Oh, Vandal, you’re so big!”

  “Are you ok?” he asked, worried that he’d gone overboard in character generation. He’d stayed within the realistic range they recommended, but hadn’t skimped on size, though he’d mostly concerned himself with the shape and veins and details other than mere mass.

  “It’s perfect. Like you made it for me. Fuck me as hard and fast as you want, Vandal. Fuck your pussy,” Roxy begged. And he did, happily.

  As impressive as his new physique was, when Roxy came for the third time, Vandal came again just as she subsided. The goblin drew away from him, then turned around and cleaned their combined cum from his cock with her mouth, eagerly swallowing it and smiling at him.

  Vandal cupped her head in his hand, and drew her up into a passionate kiss, her little arms embracing him, her hands fluttering over his back as they tasted each other on her lips and tongue.

  When they finally broke it off Roxy giggled. “Most guys won’t kiss me after they’ve come in my mouth,” she said.

  “I’m not most guys,” Vandal boasted, feeling immediately awkward and slightly amazed that he wasn’t blushing to the roots.

  “No, you’re definitely not. Keep it up like that, and maybe one day you’ll earn enough brownie points to try the other thing,” Roxy teased.

  “That’s a quest I’m happy to accept.”

  New Quest: In the Temple of Love. You have found a secret quest, would you like to accept it?

  New Sex Act: Hard on the Knees. You’ve had doggy style sex for the first time. Woof! 50 XP

  New Sex Act: Cleaned your Whistle. Roxy sucked you clean after sex. 50 XP

  Secret Discovered: You have found one of the mysteries of New Albion, a Secret Quest. The quest is called, In The Temple of Love. Would you like to accept it?

  “The Temple of Love?” Roxy murmured, looking around, bleary eyed.

  “I’m not turning down a secret quest,” Vandal said, as he accepted the prompt.

  Then the first tremor shook the altar, and she squealed in fright.

  Vandal had never been in an earthquake before, but he was pretty sure this was what one was like, as the whole place rumbled and shook.

  Then there was a rumble of thunder, and a bright shining light, and his vision blurred.

  “Vandal!” Roxy screamed, clutching at him in terror.

  Chapter Ten

  A mighty, but feminine voice boomed out from the far end of the room, “Adventurers! I am Amoria, The Goddess of Love, to whom this temple was first dedicated. You have cleansed this sacred site and driven out the Cult of Libidos. Some call him the God of Lust, but he has earned the titles The Defiler and The Violator for the terrible crimes he drives his worshippers to commit in his name!”

  The hideous floor to ceiling tapestry that hung against the wall behind the altar and was twenty feet wide at least, began to smoulder, as if hot irons were being applied to the other side. Vandal hadn’t been able to look at the thing for more than a few seconds without feeling queasy. The subject matter was disturbing to say the least, and made it clear why the God of Lust had earned the titles Defiler and Violator, as if the cultists conversation earlier hadn’t filled in that detail.

  As such, he wasn’t unhappy when the smouldering patches gave way and burst into unearthly blue flames which quickly spread across it. Both of them were startled and practically fell back off the altar. Vandal grabbed his loincloth, some instinct telling him that it might be smart to be dressed when a goddess deigned to talk to you.

  When the tapestry had turned to ash, it revealed the true focal point of the temple. Against the rear wall was an enormous statue of a beautiful woman on an ornate throne.

  Beautiful acolytes, male and female attended her, one sat on either thigh, perhaps two thirds her size. There were more holding plates of grapes, or goblets of wine for her, or simply acting as a footstool, while another massaged her feet. All the acolytes were entirely naked.

  “I thank you for your bravery, and your prayers. In recognition of your feats, I offer you your choice of rewards!” the goddess said, her voice reverberating around the room. It made Vandal’s heart pound as the vibrations hit him, like the massive bass speakers at a concert.

  The altar began to vibrate and sounded like it was humming. Roxy had managed to slip her clothes back on, and she snatched at the corner of the bearskin, pulling it back. Vandal took it from her and hurled it as far as he could from the mess behind them, hoping they could use it again. It had been quite comfortable, but perhaps not ideal to be fucking on a goddess’s altar.

  The huge stone block began to glow with a reddish hue and a partially opaque notification window appeared for both of them to look at. The standard in game narrator also read the text out to them, but Vandal flicked that off with a thought, preferring to read.

  Choose your reward. You may pick either a Resplendent Loot Chest or to Serve the Goddess of Love as a Priest. Would you like to learn more?

  “Yes,” they both chorused. Vandal realised he’d have felt pretty foolish if the interface didn’t respond to voice commands, but thankfully the screen changed.

  Quest Reward: Resplendent Loot Chest

  This is a higher level of loot chest, often found at the end of a significant quest and rarely, in a secret, hard to reach, or easily missed location. They always provide each character with one rare or legendary item for their class at the level of the least powerful character in the party. A level five and level two player would both get level two items, maximum. Resplendent chests always contain additional loot such as resources, coins, potions, scrolls and random weapons and armour in addition to the primary reward, which can also be rare.

  Quest Reward: Become Cleric

  Amoria, The Goddess of Love is impressed with the respect you showed by re-consecrating her altar and would like to offer you an opportunity to become a Cleric of Amoria. In addition to gaining a secondary class, which grants access to holy magic unique to the Clerics of Amoria as well as other difficult to acquire skills, you will gain certain rewards.

  However, be warned, for there is a price to pay. In order to serve a god, you must provide worship to them. As a Cleric, you will need to pray to and worship your deity, obey their commandments, perform special quests in their name and look after their flock.

  As a High Cleric, in charge of a Temple you will need to ensure services are held for the worshippers of the deity and that new Clerics can be trained. Continued failure to honour a god will incur penalties to your secondary class, and eventual dismissal from service. Choose your god wisely. Opportunities to gain any secondary character class are rare, and control of a temple or other building, even more so.

  Additional rewards Amoria offers her Clerics:

  Talent: Male - Permanently Reduced Refractory Period: Talent: Female - Permanently Increased Multiple Orgasms

  Level One Cleric Spells: Loving Heal, Refr
actory Refresh, Blessing of Amoria

  Skills: Read Magic, Read Elvish, Cast Magic, Preach Sermon, Perform Marriage

  Property: Temple of Love is a home base that can be upgraded through quests and with resources you find, as you progress through the game. This operates as expandable housing for a Cult, in a similar way that Guilds can own Guild Houses from which to run their organisations. Ownership or residence at a Cult Temple, does not preclude owning additional housing as a player, or belonging to a compatible Guild. For instance, a worshipper of Amoria could also be a member of the Herbalists Guild, as well as an adventuring guild.

  Deities of Good require their worshippers to avoid acts of evil and perform penance quests should they stray. Gross violations of their commandments will result in the removal of blessings. Though you must worship the Goddess of the temple in return for doing so and for improving the temple, Amoria will offer bonuses to its capabilities.

  Priesthood: One member of your party must become the High Priestess (or Priest) of the Cult of Amoria for this Temple. Other members will become Priestesses or Priests. Determine who will fulfil this role among yourselves. This role offers control over ranks of priesthood and the temple. The High Priest may stand down, retire, and be replaced, but never voted out, except in cases of extreme player misconduct, contrary to the behaviour standards of New Albion. In the event a High Priest fails their god, they have a longer window to perform penance and get back in the god’s good graces than lower ranked Clerics do. A Cult without a high priest, is offered a onetime chance to debate and vote for a new one.

  You may choose either reward now or defer until later, but the Resplendent Chest is set at Level 2 and will not improve if you level up before choosing it. Deferring simply offers time to consider your choices.

  Choose wisely!

  “What do you think?” Roxy asked.

  “The chest sounds good. You know, great loot and everything. But the other one sounds unique to me. Are you up for being a high priestess and a shaman?”

  “I agreed, the second option sounds like it’s completely unique, or at least really rare. I’ve never heard anyone discuss something so unusual and I did lots of research before I logged in,” Roxy said. “I think we should go for it.”

  “Yeah, I think we probably should take that one. It’s a shame to miss the loot. It would give us an advantage for levelling up. If this is unique though, you should take the high priestess.”

  “No, I don’t want that. You should be in charge,” Roxy said.

  “Me? As a high priest?” Vandal looked down at his muscular frame. “Do I look like a holy type?”

  “You look like I’d want a high priest of love to look. Big, strong, sexy. Well hung,” Roxy giggled. “I’m not the take charge type anyway. Especially in that area. I’d much rather you be in charge, Vandal.”

  Vandal grinned. “Would you now?”

  “Uh-huh,” Roxy nodded, licking her lips. “Judging by earlier, I think you’re going to get really good at telling me what to do. I loved it when you told me to swallow. You’ll get used to it. Would you like that?”

  “Telling you what to do?”

  “I’ll be good, and do as I’m told, I promise,” Roxy offered.

  “Then, how could I refuse such a good girl,” Vandal said.

  “Mmm, see? I like it when you say that,” said, Roxy, practically purring as she stroked his arm, “My, what big muscles you have, High Priest Vandal.”

  “All the better to lift you up and hold you with,” Vandal said.

  “Oh yes, please!” Roxy giggled. “Shall we choose then?”

  “Yeah. On the count of three?” Vandal said, counting down.

  The temple rumbled again, and the statue of Amoria began to crack, like an eggshell, dust exploding from it in gouts, as fine lines appeared all over the surface with loud retorts. Flakes of grey stone floated to the floor, and with one final bang, the remaining sections exploded outward a few inches, then fell directly to the floor as if contained by a force field.

  When the dust cleared, the true statue was revealed. It was glorious green jade, with a golden crown and huge jewels for eyes. One of the goddesses’ breasts was being suckled upon by the man sitting on her knee, while the woman was laying a kiss near the nipple, clearly about to do the same. The nipple was made of deep red precious stone. Each of the acolytes was similarly highlighted.

  “My favoured lovers, you have chosen wisely. Come to me and kneel to accept my blessing!”

  Obediently, Roxy and Vandal walked to the foot of the statue, and knelt before it, on the first tiers of the steps that made up the plinth for her throne.

  A flurry of popups appeared, and Vandal snoozed them all for later checking, not wanting to slow this down.

  “Because in choosing to serve as my priests you have shown wisdom, courage, selflessness and submission to your divine Mistress, I grant you the further boon of the alternate reward. Had your hearts borne greed, the brother to raw lust, you would not have been worthy of further blessings,” said, the goddess. Her voice was not booming now, but kindly and gave a strange tingle throughout Vandal’s body, as if he was standing near a huge bass speaker.

  “Serve me well, as Clerics and your lives shall be filled with pleasure untold.”

  The Goddess of Love’s bejewelled eyes glowed with a dull red light as she spoke, and the glow from the altar suffused the room. The space above the altar began to shimmer, and a shape began to solidify. It was huge, gold and had ivory handles at either end.

  “Is that an ark?” Roxy asked.

  “Don’t look!” Vandal cackled, as he stepped forward and opened it. He screamed and clutched at this face. “I’m melting!” he howled and dropped to his knees.

  Roxy had jumped almost entirely out of her skin, and she scowled at him, “You bastard!” Then she grinned and doffed an imaginary cap at him. “Well played. Well played, sir.”

  “Why, thank you my lady,” Vandal said, standing to give a little bow.

  “Bastard,” Roxy repeated. “What’s in it then?

  Quest Completion: In the Temple of Love. You have cleansed the long-forgotten Temple of Amoria, deep in the forest near Tinshire. Tainted by the foul depravities of the Cult of Libidos, The Defiler, it has been cleansed and reconsecrated in Amoria’s name, by your act of love. Welcome to your Temple, High Priest Lionheart, and Priestess Lickspring. 2000 XP

  Mana Reward: You have earned a favour from Amoria and receive 100 points of Mana.

  Vandal reached in and his hand found a soft material, which he withdrew from the deep red glow which obscured the inside of the chest. He held it up, as Roxy reached inside. It was a fine silk shirt. A shirt! So, much for epic loot, he thought glumly. At least it was soft though.

  Roxy had pulled out a whole load of leather, and she lifted it up. It was a leather dress, a rather revealing one if he was any judge. “I am so going to rock this!” Roxy said, laying it against her. “What do you think?”

  “Huh?” Vandal managed, his mouth dry. Yeah, she was definitely going to rock it.

  “I’ll take that as, ‘I want to fuck you so bad right now’” Roxy said, with a sly smile.

  “Yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I think you’re definitely going to rock that. I’m not sure mine is so cool,” Vandal said, showing off his silk shirt.

  “I’ll identify them in a minute, I bet they’re good for our level, don’t sweat it. Anything else in there?”

  Vandal nodded and put his hand back into the glow. Although he hadn’t felt it before, this time he found an oblong box, which he had to strain to pull out, and put on the floor. It was a large wooden chest, a key in the lock.

  “We got a heavy box,” he sighed melodramatically.

  Roxy rolled her eyes, “Idiot.”

  Vandal grinned and fished around inside the glow again just in case, “That’s it I’m afraid.”

  Roxy had already unlocked the box and lifted the lid. The Resplendent Chest gave off a sound like gong, and slowly
faded from existence, in a display of sparkling light and wind chimes. It wasn’t bad, as such things went.

  There were a few small bags of coins, a handful of potion bottles, and much to Vandal’s relief, some more clothes and armour for both of them. He got a pair of trousers, which were purple, but at least they’d fit. Roxy got a sexy nightdress which she pouted at, “That doesn’t seem fair, somehow. It’s cute though.”

  There were leather vambraces and greaves for both of them, and a shield for him. “It’s all a little bit magical, but my dress and your shirt are legendary items,” Roxy announced.

  Vandal pulled the last item from the box and handed it to Roxy. It was a wooden staff, grown from living wood, and a silvery blue lightning bolt wrapped around the top six inches, which ended in a spherical blue gem, bound in place by rootlike structures. It was clearly on the same theme as the fetish she’d found.

  “This looks nice. What do you think, shall we identify the loot first, or look at our levelling options?”

  “Let’s check our loot. It might change any choices we make when we level.”

  “Let’s go and find somewhere without any bodies though, shall we?”

  “I am not looking forward to cleaning this up.”

  “It’s like the morning after the worst teenage house party ever.”

  “I’m not sure mine were as violent as this!” Vandal quipped.