by Garth Ono
"Uggh. Uggh. Uggh."
"Like that, do you?"
"Uggh. Ooooh, yes." I gasped out, clutching his shoulders. "No one's ever trashed me like this. Oooooh."
I took over, bouncing up and down upon his long, thick cock. Slowly, I worked my way down until he was fully sheathed inside me. That's when Shak grabbed my butt tightly in both hands, and ensured I enjoyed the full length of him as I bounced up and down, up and down.
He made my sex sing!
Inarticulate sounds bubbled out of my lips as my head lolled around. My pussy ached and throbbed around his massiveness. Virtual sex was the best!
I hung onto his massive shoulders, savoring every long inch of him. I used to think size didn't matter, but holy shit! I felt that fucking all the way down into my toes! My body ached with need for more, more, more.
I gasped when that heady rush to climax began. Squeezing my vagina around him, I milked it for all it was worth. Shak was panting hard, looking strained. Seeing that he was about to blow was almost too much.
"Ah, yes," Shak cried out.
I felt his hot seed filling me up, and lost it. Divine bliss exploded within. I swear, that was the grandmother of all orgasms. My insides pulsed with the most powerful pleasure I'd ever known. Sex was better in virtual reality. Orgasms were better.
Chapter 4
I staggered out of the tavern. The coolness of the night air felt good. Until that moment, I hadn't realized how hot it was inside. Of course, that might've been me and Shak.
I got goose-flesh thinking about what we did. While everyone watched. The wild cheers after the fact was both humiliating and exhilarating. Yeah, I was confused with how I felt about it.
"But, holy crap, best sex ever."
I could see why some people became addicted to Total Immersion VR games. My plans to buy those cute heels tomorrow were in the trash basket. That money was going toward another session of virtual reality fun.
Since I couldn't remember where I was, I pulled up my HUD. The map in the corner was a little help, but it didn't show the spot where I first entered virtual reality. I had to assume that was my respawn site if I was unfortunate enough to get my sweet ass killed.
"I wonder if dying here hurts?"
Not something I wanted to find out, especially during my first session. Though, I suspected a lot of players did get killed a time or two during their first time. That's what happens in other games. Death in games was just a fact of life. You get over it. Kinda.
I was still feeling a sweet buzz, so that might have hampered figuring out where I came from. Tom and Charlie would expect me to return to that spot.
I stopped, slanted an amused look back at the tavern. "I bet they aren't having as much fun as me."
Screw them. I spent good money for a good time in virtual reality. There was no reason to waste my time or money looking for them. So I started looking for a dungeon. I had a sword. I was crafty. And I crushed dungeons and took their lunch money.
"Yeah, I'm a badass." I stopped and looked up and down the dark, empty street. "Who is lost."
After a few more turns, I hit a busier street. The map didn't provide street names, and I couldn't get a street name to pop up, not even at intersections. So they didn't bother to name their streets. Fine, but I bet it made giving directions tough.
"There we are," I whispered, stopping to study a three story half-timbered structure.
Merchant's House. Trader in gemstones. Moderately difficulty dungeon.
Most of the upper floors' windows glowed with lamp light. The ground floor didn't have any windows. The only visible door was closed, and a well-armed guard stood before it. It looked difficult to even enter, and I didn't want to waste my time just getting inside unless the reward was worth it.
Since any wealth I had when my session ended was credited to my account, I could start a virtual savings account by stealing and fencing off my loot. The possibility of funding my future sessions with thievery had a strange appeal. Maybe I could pay for my VR gaming and a pair of cute designer heels.
This game is going to turn me into a bad, bad girl.
My HUD wouldn't give up anything on the dungeon. But apparently I'd earned 156 EXP so far. Must have been that dustup with the City Watch. Did they give EXP for carousing with orcs?
"Excuse me, kind sir," I said, stopping a passerby. "Is that the house of the merchant, um…"
The late-thirties man looked pretty drab and common in his brown tunic and trousers. He almost continued walking past, but did a double-take and stopped. His eyes looked me up and down, before settling on my chest.
"Titus. Yes, Master Titus lives there," he said.
"Oh, that's not who I'm looking for," I said. "There's a local merchant with this fabulous gem I'm looking to purchase."
His eyes watched my lips while I spoke. My warning flags all came up. All he was thinking about was sex. I'd seen it a thousand times in RL. That was the first time in virtual reality, though. I had to marvel at how realistically the game was written.
The fact that the commoner's arousal even produced a tingle in my nether regions was even more amazing. I loved that game. And he wasn't so bad looking…
"Well, Master Titus recent acquired the Heart of Aphrodite," the commoner said. My breath caught. I loved the name of that jewel. "It's a fist-sized ruby worth a king's ransom."
I wanted it. Just winning the Heart of Aphrodite was reason enough, but I could use a king's ransom credited to my account. It made me wonder just how rich could I get in that game.
"That's nice, but not the one I'm looking for. Thank you."
I wasn't sure why, but I didn't want that fellow to know I was going to try and steal the Heart of Aphrodite. He might warn someone. Or wait to mug me afterwards. So I struck out toward the merchant's house with a sassy swagger. About halfway there the guard noticed me.
He liked what he saw. I could tell.
"Hey, handsome. What are you doing just standing there all hot and bothersome?" I teased. My hand covertly loosed my belt knife. All I needed to do was make him drop his guard for a few seconds. "Are you a male prostitute? How much? I have a few dollars to spare."
"You're drunk," he said.
"No." I stopped and giggled. He was falling for it. I moved a little closer. "Maybe. Would that be a bad thing? I'm not so drunk I can't make you scream my name."
"Maybe I'll make you scream my name."
"Which is?"
"Jack. And yours?"
"Ari," I purred. Pressing up to him, face to face, I felt his arm encircle my waist. Unfortunately, his arm blocked me from my knife. "As in are ye going to take advantage of me? Please."
Yeah, it was stupid, but I really did have a nice buzz. My brain wasn't cooperating as much as I'd like. Still, it was fun.
And then he kissed me.
"Oh my, I think you are." I looked around. "Where can we go?"
I knew where I wanted to go. Inside that merchant's house. Tom and Charlie would be so jealous if I beat a dungeon all by myself, especially if they didn't accomplish anything. After all, I couldn't brag about getting nailed by an orc. Not to two guys, anyway.
"We can go inside, but you have to be quiet," Jack said. "Master Titus will fire me if I leave my post to diddle a wench."
"Wench?" I said. "You better do more than just a little diddle, buster."
He laughed and kissed me again. That sent a sweet little thrill down my spine. I felt hot again, and a little breathless. Was I really going to fuck that guy just to gain entry into the merchant's house? Was a dungeon worth it? My hand dropped down to his crotch and grabbed hold of his cock. He was already fully erect and ready to go.
Oh, it's worth it.
Jack wasn't as well-endowed at Shak, but he was a big boy. Was everyone hung like a horse in that VR world? If so, I might have to visit a lot more often.
My would-be lover was a little too eager. He was already trying to get my corset off. I giggled and gently pushed his hands away, a
nd gave the door a meaningful look. He took the hint and ushered me inside. The first floor was the merchant's shop. It was dark and creepy looking. I could hear feminine laughter above us.
"Is that your boss's family? His children?"
Yeah, I wasn't going to tackle a dungeon where I might have to kill kids. Just the thought almost killed my excitement.
"Family? Titus? That's funny," Jack said. "The old lecher's kids are all grown and moved out. That's his harem of pretty young things. He's very rich, so has a lot of bed warming bimbos."
"Hey, it’s good work if you can find it," I said. "Speaking of bed warming…"
Jack pushed me against the wall, forced my hands above my head, and held my crossed wrists pressed to that wall there. His face pressed in close, and he held my eyes in a sizzling gaze. I struggled to breathe, to even think when his lips parted and grew closer and closer. My breath whooshed out when our lips melted together. His kiss was passionate and demanding, while he slowly stripped away my corset and opened my shirt.
Jack kissed his way down my neck, across my shoulder, and finally down to my breasts. He smothered my tits with kisses, before sucking in a very sensitive, erect nipple. His free hand gently squeezed and caressed my other tit, before rolling its nipple between his fingers. I squirmed and writhed, loving ever second, every touch, pinch, and nibble. He had me all tingly hot inside, and my pussy throbbing with achy need.
"Oh Jack, Jack, Jack."
He slipped my shirt off, and then unfastened my sword belt. Jack leaned both of our swords against the wall, careful not to make any noise. I tried to keep a smile on my face, but he'd just disarmed me and now I didn't know how I was going to get past him. He was too big and strong for me to kill with my bare hands.
"Sorry, Ari, but I don't have much time," he said as he unfastened my tight leather pants. Jack pushed them down to the top of my thigh boots, and then bent me over. "We have to hurry."
Jack thrust deep into me.
"Uggh," I gasped. He filled me up so nicely, and I felt that cock all the way into my bones. "Oooh, yes."
He yanked my hair, held my wrists crossed behind my back, and thrust into me like a madman. Shak had been intense just due to his size. Jack was just intense in his efforts. I'd never been bent over and fucked before. I liked it. Maybe too much.
"Yes. Yes. Yes," I gasped. "You're the best, Jack."
For the next few minutes the only sounds were our gasps, heaving breathing, and the slap, slap, slap of his hips hitting my butt cheeks. I concentrated so hard on keeping my cries of pleasure suppressed, afraid I'd alert the people upstairs and get my butt thrown in jail. I was inside, I just needed to take care of Jack's needs.
He might be an NPC, but he was going to die happy.
I liked Jack. Kind of hard not to like anyone banging the bejesus out of me. But it was a game, and I didn't see any way around killing him. Though, I was seriously considering giving up and looking for another dungeon. He was doing me that well.
He surprised me by whipping me around to face the wall, before pushing me flat against it. His cock came out, and then went straight into my ass. A hand over my mouth suppressed my scream.
The pain faded quickly and it actually starting feeling good after a moment or two, once my anus finally adjusted to that surprise attack. It had to be virtual reality, because I was sure I couldn't take it up the butt so easily in real life. Not that it was all that easy.
"You're a bastard," I whispered breathlessly.
"Glorious bastard?"
"Inglorious," I said through clenched teeth. Something changed inside, and I felt that rush to climax. My back bowed, and I thrust out my butt. "My god. Faster."
Jack more than obliged. He pounded the hell out of my ass, while I clawed at the wall and stared off into space incredulously. The intensity of sex in that virtual world was beyond comprehension.
"Ugh. Ooooooh," I cried, body shaking with orgasmic glory. I squeezed my anus around his thrusting cock, milking it for all it was worth. Jack continued with wild enthusiasm and stretched my orgasm out for a year, before he cried out and shot his wad deep up my poop chute. "Oh yes. That was amazing, baby."
My belly quivered with the aftershocks of that monster climax. I just wanted to stand there, with him still deep inside me, and bask in the bliss. Instead, Jack pulled out. He picked up my shirt and cleaned himself off with it. And before I could cry out in outrage, he grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head, and fast walked out me the door.
I was thrust out violently, stumbled and fell due to my pants being wadded around my mid-thighs. He threw my soiled shirt and corset in my face. Then Jack stood before the closed door, sword bare, and tossed my weapons at my feet.
"You better leave now, or I'll have the Watch arrest you."
Chapter 5
I gawked at him a moment. That went down all wrong. I was supposed to betray him, fight my way through the dungeon, and win the Heart of Aphrodite. Though, I should be thankful he didn't kill me, like I planned to kill him. Honestly, I kind of felt ashamed and just pulled up my pants, grabbed my stuff, and left. Yeah, I wasn't feeling like a badass anymore.
Once around the next corner, I stopped to finish dressing and pull myself together. At least I wasn't waking up in my respawn spot. That was the usual result of failure in the games I normally played.
No one would ever know he burned me like that. On top of that, I got a very nice orgasm out of it. That was always a win. Hell, my belly was still quivering. Biting my lip, I wondered if Jack would reset and even remember me if I came back in a week. We could do that all over again.
"I wonder if Shak is in that tavern every day?"
Now that made my head fill with dirty thoughts. He was so big I might walk bow-legged in real life. Just thinking about what I did in that tavern with an ORC left me breathless. Only to follow up with a quickie around the corner.
"This is the weirdest game ever," I said, looking around as I made the final adjustments to my clothes. Believe me, that outfit was just as hard to squeeze back into as it would be in real life. "No one's trying to kill me." I frowned, looking back the way I'd just come. "And right now I really want to kill someone."
The more I dwelled on it, the more pissed I became. Jack didn't know I was going to kill him and everyone inside that merchant's house to get the Heart of Aphrodite. Nothing personal, but it's what badass players like me did. Besides, I gave him my body, so a little respect was due.
"Next time, and there will be a next time, I'm going to impale him on my sword."
Tom and Charlie would help keep me focused. The seedy side of virtual reality was a little too alluring for me. Maybe if I had a boyfriend in RL I wouldn't be so susceptible to seduction. My friends by my side would keep me in my pants, of that I was certain.
"I'll find the boys, and then we can come back and trash that dungeon."
I was about to pull up my HUD, figure out where I was, and go find them, when I noticed dark shapes scrambling in the shadows. When I tried to focus on one, another would move in my peripheral vision. The darkness and night shadows weren't helping.
For some reason I remembered the goblin riding the pretty centaur girl. She was collared and enslaved, which didn't bode well for a single girl alone on a dark street. Those could be slavers in the shadows, or muggers willing to kill for the few coins in my purse. Though, the thought of me in a slave girl outfit, collared and chained to a big brute's chair had its appeal. After all, it would just be for a few hours of game time.
"This game is going to be my ruin."
I turned back the way I'd come, but a dozen small shapes detached from the shadows to run out and block the way. They were small, armed with cudgels and mismatched armor. Kobolds and goblins working together. Not good news for me.
My sword zipped out, and we all dropped into fighting stances. Then more came out of the shadows behind me. There had to be forty of the little monsters.
"Give us your purse and weapons, hu
man."
"Come and take them," I said, and grinned. "I was looking for a fight."
I charged the little monsters in front of me. They met me halfway. I swept my blade before me, smashing aside a cudgel. Planting a foot, I sent a savage roundhouse at their head level. The first goblin ducked, but the kobold next to him got blasted in the side of his toothy snout. I then dropped into a squat, sweeping their feet away with that same leg.
The second group came screaming up behind me. I jumped to my feet, feigned left and darted right. The two groups smashed together before turning on me. I was already charging back in, and skewered a goblin. That was followed by decapitating a kobold and hamstringing three more of the little lizard guys.
"Ha ha, you little fuckers," I shouted joyfully. "You didn't know I am hell in heels, did you?"
With that, I thrust-kicked a sharp stiletto deep in the forehead of a goblin.
"Lobotomized goblin," I shouted.
I stabbed another, and then drove a stiletto heel through the foot of a kobold. I was about to skewer another little monster when one of them wrapped his arms around my knees, and took me down.
I kicked, twisted, and cursed like a drunken sailor. I left every one of them battered and bloody. They, of course, dog-piled me. The sword and knife were twisted out of my hands, and them my arms jerked back behind my back and bound tightly. Finally, they kicked and punched me until I stopped fighting.
"Oh, man, that hurt," I muttered, huffing and puffing as they pulled back to encircle me. One of them reached down and cut off my purse, with my few measly coins. He wasn't pleased with the booty they got after that ass-whooping I gave them. I grinned. "Sucks, doesn't it?"
"Sucks more to be you," the goblin said. "We can sell you to slavers for fifty gold."