by Garth Ono
Their only answer was a battle cry and attack. I advanced, spear presented. The first kobold died with a foot of spearhead through his throat. His spine might've been severed, too. I didn't have time to check.
"You're fast little monsters, aren't you?"
Pulling my sword and dagger, I faced the other four. They each carried a different weapon. One had a mace, another a battle-axe, another a cudgel, and the last a short sword. Like most kobolds I'd seen in that world, each wore a piece or two of trophy armor. None of it would save them.
"Take her alive," one of them said. "She'll be our plaything while we wait for the elven ranger to come back down."
"Now you see that's just wrong," I said. "Do I look like kobold cock candy? No. I'm clearly meant for vampires. I'm way too good for a bunch of minimum wage lackeys."
They were not amused.
The cudgel and sword kobolds attacked. I parried the blade, kicked the other in the chest, and spun around to decapitate the axe-man. Confidence was high. I was kicking ass and taking names.
And then I got a whole lot of cudgel upside my head. Ouch.
Seriously, he rang my bell in a very bad way. Pain radiated down through my body and I dropped both my sword and dagger. The mace carrier raced up and jumped, planting both feet in the middle of my chest. I was slammed back against the wall.
"Ooooh," I groaned, stumbling, head spinning.
"Ha-ha! Not so stuck up now, are you, wench?"
My knees gave out and I dropped into a kneeling position in front of a kobold, who pressed the edge of his sword to my throat.
"Do you wish to die, wench? Or be our sex slave?"
That was easy, even whacked ditzy. Die, of course. But then, what would my mistress, Queen Vanessa, want me to do? If I died, I couldn't finish the task she gave me.
"Sex slave."
"Ha! Good choice, wench." He lowered his sword, pulled out his cock, and grinned. "Put those shiny red lips to work."
My wits returned, and I stared down at his tallywacker a long second. Even tiny kobolds had monster cocks. Was that the greatest game ever or what? Yet… Lizardy kobold.
"Eww," I cried, and punched him in the nuts.
He dropped his sword, which I grabbed and opened his belly. Surging to my feet, I kicked one in the face, another in the balls, before I stabbed the cudgel swinger through the heart. Yeah, I know, it was cruel to kick him in the balls and then stab him through the heart.
Four down and one to go.
The last kobold stalked forward, swinging his mace in a figure-eight before him. So he knew how to fight with a mace? I knew how to fight with a sword. And I was twice as big. So once again, confidence was high right up until he smashed the sword out of my hands.
That blow hurt my hands and arms up past my elbows.
He chased me up and down that corridor three times before I got a big enough lead to pick up my sword and dagger. Then all running stopped. A series of vicious swings, jabs, and kicks forced him back, back, back. Then I sheathed my blades, grabbed my spear, and advanced on him again. I swirled that bloody spearhead in his face until he looked kind of entranced, and then I thrust it deep into his heart.
His last living act was to smash the spear in two with his mace.
"Why are kobolds always so mean?"
The sounds of fighting pulled my attention to the stairs. The clash of steel on steel was coming from above. Tom? Only one way to find out. I took off running. Taking the stairs two and three at a time, I quickly reached the next level up. And there he was, my Tom.
"Great. Orcs this time," I muttered, knowing they weren't going to be any nicer to me than the kobolds. Fortunately, there were only two left. Three orc corpses littered the hallway. "Hey, Tom. Let me know when you're finished."
He did a double-take, and then let loose with a long string of cuss words. My friend didn't curse often, but when he did you could tell he served in the Navy. I have to admit, I kind of wished I had that skill set. Impressive.
"Do you mind helping a little?"
"Normally, I would, but if I save you," I said. "Then you might go on to win our little bet. And we both know you'll choose me to be your bedroom playmate, and not Charlie, so…"
Tom growled, and then charged one of the orcs. All three of them were fighting with swords, but the orcs had battered round shields. My friend was having trouble getting around their pretty good defenses. With three already dead, I felt Tom had the situation under control.
"You're really not going to help me?"
I giggled. Being evil was more fun than being good. But I liked Tom, so relented. With sword and dagger in hand, I closed with one of the orcs. He turned to engage me, and we paired off. Tom seemed invigorated, and I was a little excited, too. Though, I still wasn't happy about the Queen's minions not giving me a pass.
The orc charged with a deep-throated war cry. I braced myself, and put everything I had into parrying his flurry of blows. The orc warrior was twice my size, at least, yet I stood firm and traded blows. Neither of us got the upper-hand until he bashed me aside with that damned shield. Talk about cheating.
He attacked while I was still sitting on my butt. There was no way I could regain my feet in time, so I waited to the last second and rolled through his legs. The orc went stumbling head first into the wall, and I was there a second later and thrusting my sword through his evil heart.
"Nicely done, Ari," Tom said. His orc was headless and bleeding out in the corner. "Have you finished checking out the Crypts already?"
"Already? What does that mean?" I asked. "Are you saying this is as far as you've gotten?"
Tom blushed bright red. He looked uncomfortable, looking around for salvation that wasn't coming. Then he smiled sheepishly and shrugged.
"I, um, kinda hooked up with a succubus."
My jaw dropped. They had succubi? That meant they had incubi, too.
"Wow. Okay," I said. "So, how did you escape her clutches?"
"I killed her," he said. "What else was I going to do? Kneel and be her love slave?"
I wanted to say, don't knock it until you try it. But then he might figure out what happened to me. There was plenty of time for him to figure that out after I took him back to my Queen and Mistress.
"With two of us, we should fight our way through to the end easily," he said, and started for the stairs. "Since you didn't win the game down in the Crypts, that means I still have a chance at the top of this tower."
"Only if I don't get there first," I said, following him up the stairs.
Tom was a diehard gamer. He wouldn't give up just because I asked him to go with me downstairs. So I had to capture him without killing him. How, I hadn't figured out yet. But I was going to do it. The prize in that tower for me was Tom Miller, elven ranger.
We quickly moved up the stair to the third level. Just like the previous level, the hallway passed straight through the middle, with three doors per side. No one was in sight. I did hear something stirring on the next level up, but couldn't quite place what it was, and from his expression neither could Tom.
"We have to check each of these rooms, but watch out. I've found both kobolds and orcs lurking in them," he whispered. "I'll take the right side if you do the left."
"I'd rather do you," I said, which made him do another double-take.
I giggled and hurried up to the first door on my side. There was a half-snake, half-woman inside. Thank god not a Medusa, or I'd be solid stone. I just charged her and pierced her heart. She was writhing in her death throes as I rushed out and closed the door.
"Half-snake girl inside."
I watched as he opened his door, to find a storage room full of linens. He got lucky. I moved to my next door, and rushed inside. It was filled with pieces of battered armor. Nothing I could use, or would use. None of it was in good shape. Tom's next room was empty. So we checked the last set of doors. Mine held a bed. Empty bed, with no one inside. Tom's room proved to be a water closet.
"Let's
explore this room more," I purred, giving him a seductive look. "You know, I'm going to pick you if I win the bet."
Tom gawked at me a second, and then quickly ushered me into the room and closed the door. He also locked it. Guess he didn't want to be interrupted.
My excited friend was all over me in a flash. Kissing, feeling me up, he touched me everywhere. Not complaining, but he acted like we'd never done it before. Maybe an orc hit him in the head and he forgot about our little threesome earlier. Or he really wanted me all to himself.
I giggled when he started kissing my neck, and groping my butt. My hand moved to the base of my spine, touching the pouch with handcuffs. Soon, he would be mine.
Chapter 15
My sword belt clattered on the stone floor. The way Tom sucked on my neck made me wonder if he was a little bit vampire, but it felt amazing. It also tickled.
"Wait," I cried with a giggle. I pushed him out to arm's length and teased him with a doubtful look. "Didn't you just do it with a succubus? I don't think you've had time to recover."
Tom pressed up close again, giving me a fierce hug that filled me with a warm and cozy feeling. Our gaze sizzled.
"In this world, I can do it as often as I want," he said, and then claimed my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. "You are so beautiful. This is going to be the best ever."
"Beautiful in virtual reality or in real life?"
"Both," he said. "I've wanted to nail… I mean, I've wanted to make love to you from the moment we first met."
I pulled his lips back down to mine while his hands fumbled with my corset. It took him a while, but Tom got me out of my clothes. And then I returned the favor. Taking my time, I kissed, nibbled, and sucked on him all over as I slowly peeled away his elven ranger outfit. As promised, he was erect, rock hard, and ready to play.
Kneeling, I stroked his cock and rolled my hot, wet tongue around his dark purple head. He buried his hands in my hair and massaged my scalp. We were both in heaven, moaning and groaning. I went down on him, bobbing my head furiously as I sucked and worked my tongue.
Tom's back bowed, his head rolled back, and he rose up on his toes. I was so proud of myself. Only a second later I got a kind of mouthful.
"Well, now, I hope the recovery time is quick," I said. "Because you haven't taken care of my needs yet."
"No problem, babe."
The elven ranger pulled me to my feet, swept me up in his arms, and carried me to the bed. He moved between my legs, pushed my knees wide, and buried his face. I cried out when he started sucking and nibbling on my folds, driving me wild in nothing flat. The best was when he found my clit, proving once and for all that some men could indeed find it.
Tom rocked my world. He was a good as Lord Nieven! Who knew? If I had known, that game session wouldn't have been the first time we hooked up. Hell, if he could do that in the real world I might have a new boyfriend.
"Oh baby, baby, baby," I cried, squeezing his head between my thighs.
He did something Lord Nieven didn't do. Tom sucked my clit in and out, hard and fast, and at the same time thrust two fingers into me. He finger-fucked me and stimulated my clit to the max. In nothing flat, my insides melted into hot jelly, pussy throbbing with achy need.
I gasped and cried out, bucking and writhing. I clutched his hair and ground my sex into his amazing mouth. Tom didn't relent, but tried harder. God bless his soul. He even hummed to send the most incredible vibrations rippling through my overheated body.
Everything changed inside. I sighed when I felt that surge to climax began. The tingles flowed out of my loins and down into my thighs. My breath caught, eyes huge, and then heaven. Perfect pleasure erupted, washing through my body over and over. I felt it in my fingers and toes. I felt that orgasm in my hair!
I bucked, wiggled, and writhed, mind, body, and soul consumed with climatic glory. He didn't stop until my body finally subsided. Every orifice in my body clamped down tight, while my belly quivered and my limbs trembled.
"Ooooh. My. Gawd."
Tom wasn't finished with me.
My legs were forced apart again. He slipped in-between them and started rubbing his erection all over my pussy. I giggled, knowing he couldn't possibly enter me until my body recovered and relaxed. My Tom wasn't convinced. And he proved me wrong.
"Ugggh! Ooooh," I cried when he thrust in deep.
"Did that hurt?"
"Yes. Kind of," I admitted. "But it hurts good."
It occurred to me that if I'd had that much sex in one night in real life, I actually would be in pain. Hell, I'd already had more sex in six hours of virtual reality than I'd had in six months of real life. And I liked it.
Tom thrust into me over and over, riding me hard. I wiggled and bucked, clawed and clutched at him. My legs wrapped around him, trying to make him go faster, harder, and deeper. I'd never felt so insatiable.
"This game is turning me into a nympho."
He grinned. "I love this game."
We laughed, and continued like a pair of sex-starved minxes. Tom pushed me over the top again. And then flipped me over onto all fours and did it again.
"Yes! No matter what, I won!" Tom screamed when he finally came.
I relaxed, gasping for breath, when he collapsed facedown next to me on the bed. Sleep tried to lull me away, but I remembered I had a mission. My Queen gave me a task. I must obey.
I slipped off the bed, rummaged through the pile of our co-mingled clothes, and found the handcuffs. The collar was still around my neck. An evil smiled spread across my face as I crawled back into bed and straddled his firm buttocks.
Tom smiled. I raked my nails slowly down his back, before pulling his arms behind his back. He started to stir, but I leaned down and kissed his cheek.
"Shhh," I said.
And then I snapped the handcuffs on him.
"What's up? This is kind of kinky."
"I know," I purred into his ear. I unbuckled the collar from around my neck, and put it around his. Then I slipped off the bed and got dressed.
"What's going on? Why did you handcuff me before getting dressed? Aren't we going to do it again?"
I slanted a sultry look his way. "Maybe. If the Queen wishes it."
"Queen?"
"Vanessa, Queen of the Vampires," I said. Attaching the leash to the collar, I held his shocked eyes. "She bit me. She owns me. And soon, she will own you."
"Oh my god, you've been turned to evil," Tom said. He looked astonished. "This game has real magic that can really change people."
"I know," I said. "I've been changed. You'll thank me after Queen Vanessa claims you."
After bundling his clothes and weapons, I pulled him off the bed and led my friend out of the room. He followed, but struggled against the leash. I worried he'd fall and hurt himself while going down the stairs, but we made it to the foyer in one piece.
The large entry was still full of Goths and the undead they loved. There may have been a few more kobolds and goblins than before, and a trio of towering white minotaurs with ginormous sets of horns. Like Texas Longhorn wide horns.
"It just got worse," he said.
"Why is that?"
Glancing back at him, I realized what was bothering him. Tom was stark naked, and the crowd was insanely curious. People were pressing in close to him. One Goth girl with purple hair fondled his genitals, while others caressed, stroked, and squeezed other areas. Since he wasn't getting a woody from all that attention, I had to assume he was freaked out.
"Hey, hey, hands off," I cried. "Don't touch the Queen's man meat until she gives permission." They backed away a step, but continued to look at him like a juicy piece of meat. I grinned at my friend. "There. You're welcome."
I pushed through the crowd. They parted reluctantly, but always stepped aside when they noticed what I was leading. Vampires and their minions loved a good BDSM scene. Naked man on a leash spelled good times to come.
The crowd thinned a little once we passed into the Great Hall. I s
potted Queen Vanessa on her throne, with her Right and Left Hands flanking her. Lords Travaren and Nieven looked so fierce and deadly in their black leather and swords. Seeing them made my womb ache.
Maybe my Queen and Mistress will give me to them as a reward for capturing Tom. I got all goose-bumpy at that thought. I checked my HUD to discover there was less than three hours left in my session. Not good. Time goes too fast.
Queen Vanessa spotted us when we were about halfway to the dais. Her Right and Left Hands started watching my progress, which gave me a thrill. Lord Nieven had such a look on his handsome face, like he wanted to eat me up. It was so hard to concentrate.
A nice space opened before the dais so I could present my prize. Dropping to my knees, I bowed to the queen and waited for her to acknowledge me. Tom remained standing, pulling on the leash to get away. So annoying.
"Your Majesty, I give you my friend. His name is Tom Miller and he's an elven ranger."
"Your friend is quite spirited, Ariana," my mistress's sexy voice said. "You may rise."
Standing, I gave the leash a savage jerk. "Behave!"
Laughter bubbled up in the room. Tom scowled at them, and then gave me a disappointed look that hurt. I didn't want to betray him, but obedience to Queen Vanessa was paramount. He was about to learn that in the best way imaginable. I kind of envied him.
Queen Vanessa sensually rose to her feet. Tom froze and gasped when she started walking toward us. It was a great walk. No mere mortal could walk that sensuously, not even a super model. The Great Hall quieted down as every eye stared at her. Stilettos on marble was the only sound.
"He's quite a beauty," Vanessa purred. "So tall and strong looking. I bet he has amazing stamina in bed."
"He does," I said. Her eyes darted my way. I shrugged. "That's why it took so long."
She laughed, and it was the sweetest music imaginable. Hearing it made me feel good all inside. I fought the urge to fall to my knees and beg for her touch.
Queen Vanessa circled us a few times, running her hands across Tom's very nice buttocks, and combing her fingers through my hair in passing. Of course, when she stopped in front of him, wrapped her hand around his cock, Tom cried out with a look of bliss spreading across his face. He got rock hard instantly. She held her hand out to me, and I handed her the leash. She gave it a little yank, making Tom pull back and struggle. It seemed to amuse her.