Warrior Fantasy Online

by Tom Harem

  "That sounds like an authoritarian regime."

  "It's one. But we're not strong enough to dethrone him."

  "We? You and who else?" I asked her, as we entered the city.

  "Let's focus on something a little more pleasurable now. What do you think?"

  "Zero complaints from my part."

  She grabbed my hand and yanked me through small wooden houses, a few brick houses with straw roofs and NPC'S countertops selling from weapons to shield and even some potions to recover HP or to increase attack for a short time.

  Dozens of people strolled across the city center. A statue of a horseman was the central figure of the area, which also had stone benches, a circular arena, where only two warriors could fit, and a tall building on a secondary street that stood out from all the others due to the light brown wood that still glistened and mirrored the sun throughout the surrounding earthy ground.

  The city reminded me of those centuries-old populations; majestic and yet melancholic.

  "Do they fight to death in the arena?" I asked her as she strayed from the crowd standing in front of the blacksmith.

  An announcement on the black painted brick wall indicated that he made custom weapons at an affordable price. All kinds of people stopped in that queue that for an inch didn’t go around the block. People from level 3 to level 6, from warriors to magicians, from archers to spearmen. Some shuffled their pockets to show the rest that they were loaded with gold coins while most talked to each other.

  "No. The first one whose HP reaches dark orange loses. We're getting close."

  "You haven't said where we're going yet."

  "To the resting place. Recovering HP and MP while you're there, online or offline, isn't its only purpose," she said as we walked towards the light brown wall building.

  As soon as we entered, we were greeted by a lady with broad hips and concave eyes, who was behind the desk, with a loud "good afternoon".

  "A room for one hour?" She asked. She didn't ask any more questions. I wondered if it was because she was an NPC, or if she was already accustomed to it.

  "Two." Emma answered and looked at me, "Do you think you can handle it?" she added and laughed.

  "I don't know if you can handle it." I answered her and put my hand around her hip, pulling her towards me, "Don't think you can tease me and go unpunished."

  "I hope not." She said.

  The woman on the other side of the desk removed a key from the dozens that were pinned to the wall and straightened her arm.

  "Room 3, second floor." She said to Emma, while she grabbed the key.

  We climbed the first flight of stairs in silence, exchanging fiery glances, Emma licking and biting her lips, and I with my hand in my pants, straightening them so that my erect dick wouldn't rub against them.

  "The party started without me," Emma said, staring at my crotch, the silhouette of the length sticking out.

  "It seems to me it's about to start," I answered her and pushed her against the wall halfway up the stairs to the second floor.

  I kissed her, groping her ass over her shorts as she tried to remove my belt without looking. We ended up climbing the few steps that were missing with pauses to kiss each other. We still stumbled onto the walls several times, some almost tripping over each other, others making a noise so loud that it seemed we had fallen down the stairs. She was biting her lower lip even harder.

  We walked into the room and went straight to bed. I looked around; there was only a drawer on the left side of the bed and a varnished wooden wardrobe in one corner of the room. It was a cozy environment despite the impersonal decoration.

  She threw me onto the bed and got on top of me. The feet of the bed dragged along the floor and the noise flooded the room. She smelled of rose petals and fresh wood. She kissed my neck, strolling from one side to the other, the delicate plump lips pressing against my skin until they left a clear red mark. At the same time that she was doing it, one of her hands rubbed against my pants and I moaned shamelessly. Her colored, scented hair fell on my face. She bowed her head and glanced at me before she kissed me. I had my hands on her thighs, and I pulled them down to her butt. The shorts had gone up and the skin was on display, soft and rosy. I rolled her over and stood on top, this time being me kissing her lips and her with her hands in my pants, pulling them down. I went to her neck, followed by taking off her sweater and sucking on her round tits, with her nipples already stiff and her pink aurelias. She writhed, wailing long and high moans and clinging to the white sheets as if her own soul was about to leave her body.

  "Don't stop." She said, panting and wheezing already, "please."

  I kept going. I licked around the nipple and even nibbled both breasts. The game was too real, too frighteningly realistic. The touches, the smell, all the sensations were the same as I had had in my real-life experience. My pants fell to the ground. I traveled all the way through her body, kissing every inch of the way down to her shorts. After removing them, she was left with just a few clear, transparent blue panties. She was so moist; her panties had a wet circle in the middle. I removed them and threw them on the floor. She spread her legs and waited for me to venture into her; my hands grabbing her hips and my tongue sliding from the bottom to the top, moments before I focused on circular movements around her clit. Her moans were getting higher and louder, and her body wriggled to the point where her back arose from the mattress. Her body heated up and sweat flowed from her forehead to her cheeks, brightening her face. Her breasts were also damp, and I took the time to squeeze them as I licked her and left my fingerprints on them.

  "You're... good... at this." She said amidst moaning.

  "It's time for action."

  "Yes, please." She said and pushed me back.

  "What are you doing?" I asked her.

  "You'll see. Can you stand up?" She asked me.

  I got up and stood by the side of the bed. She looked at the totally wet and folded sheets, some parts still squashed due to the force she had used and laughed.

  Hell, I should have started this game a lot longer ago. It wasn't my fault. They could have a more appealing logo or a decent trailer. But no, they only had a decent name and a cliché logo. How the hell was I supposed to guess that not only did the game have the most realistic graphics, but it also had quality sex? And cute girls, of course. Which in itself was rare. As Emma got up from the bed wrapped in a sheet that covered her from her left shoulder to her right hip, leaving out the right breast that swayed as she walked before me and lowered to the height of my knees, I thought of the bad experience I had had in the previous game. I knew it wasn't the best time to do it, but I had been so stupid that sometimes I was still amazed at how horny I had been. Even my mind had been thrown out the window when I decided to have virtual sex with what I thought was a woman player until "she" turned on the microphone and I heard a man moaning on the other side. I went straight offline and never played that game again. And that was my one and only experience on the sort of stuff.

  Emma kissed the outline of my dick underneath the boxers. The tip of my head was already rubbing against the fabric and I didn't know how much more I could take without grabbing her head and shoving her towards me. She kept her eye on me as she lowered my boxers down to my knees. Her pale eyes gazed at my soul. We both wanted the same thing, but she even had a thread of saliva dripping down her mouth, sliding down her body. She looked at me one last time before her lips slipped all over my length, the extra saliva leaking out of the corners of her mouth. That sound of her trying to go deeper even though she couldn't anymore, gagging thanks to me, drove me crazy. I grabbed her by her hair and made her slide all the way back and then I pushed her in all the way again. I didn't stop. I repeated that move a dozen times until her eyes watered. The inside of her mouth was warm, and she knew how to move her tongue so she could lick the tip of my dick even when her mouth was full to the point where both cheeks seemed teeming with water.

  When she finally stopped and stepped
back, my dick was already covered in saliva threads that rolled off the skin and landed on the brown floor.

  "I really needed this." She said.

  "Same." I said and dropped a laugh that sounded a lot louder than I expected.

  "I hate to say this, but we better hurry."

  "Do you have somewhere to go?" I asked him.

  "Unfortunately, yes, or believe me, we were going to spend the whole afternoon here." She said and got up, laying her hand on my chest and shoving me back to bed, "You better not let me fall." She added, as she sat on top of me, on the edge of the bed, with her legs wrapped around my body. I placed my hands on her back so I wouldn't let her fall and swung my pelvis up. Her nails sank into my skin and I shouted; of pain, of pleasure, of everything. I was still wondering if the scars would stay on my body in the real world, but the thought quickly dissipated as soon as she made sure her tits were all over my face. She was bouncing faster, the warm breath going past my ear, the moans flooding my head like an endless echo.

  "Harder." She asked for it.

  I held her closer to me, my hands dropping down to her ass as I fucked her vigorously, every thrust given with desire and the anger that I had accumulated from not having such wonderful times in a while. Time was ticking by and I had no idea if the two hours were coming to an end or not. At that moment I just wanted more of that, more of her. I slapped her ass and told her to stand up and lean in front of me. She obeyed with no hesitation. A crystalline liquid ran down her pink skin and down her legs. She was extremely wet. I also stood up and grabbing her hair, I drew close to her and guided my dick into the tight inner part of her pussy. Even my body was already scalding and drops of salty sweat were dripping on my tongue. I thrusted hard, non-stop, until I felt my bladder shrink and that urge to finish.

  "I have to cum."

  "Finish inside me. Don't worry about it. As long as we're in the game, there are no consequences. It's a win-win situation."

  "This game keeps getting better and better." I said, the sweat running down my chest as I kept fucking her.

  "Faster. Come on." She screamed at the top of her lungs.

  There was something about her yelling that broke me. Halfway through, her voice twitched, and she had to finish her sentence concealing a moan in the back of her throat. I exploded inside her and, before I stopped, I kept thrusting for a few seconds until I felt my fingers tremble.

  The mattress received my body again while Emma remained inclined, letting my thick, white liquid drip out of her.

  "Thank you." She said, still panting.

  "I'm the one who should be thanking you," I answered her and laughed, already with my hands on the pillow and behind my head, "Now what?"

  "We better rest a few minutes before we leave. Do you have the rest of the afternoon off? There are some people I'd like to introduce you to. They're my group."

  "Yes, I can. Are they waiting for us?" I asked her.

  She'd lay next to me and rubbed her butt against my soft dick. I kept my hand on her hip while she explained to me that she was supposed to be in a meeting with her group and not there but couldn't help it.

  "And can you show up with me? Aren't they going to be upset?" I asked her, caressing one of her tits.

  "Quite the opposite, we're looking for new members. You want to join us, right? And help us get the city back."

  "Hm...yeah?" I answered her.

  Chapter V

  Well, I wasn't exactly excited to do it, but why not? It was just a game. Hopefully they would help me level up quickly and I would still have a different adventure. Something more than the usual leveling up and vanquishing random monsters. There was a reason, a goal beyond the game, and at least I'd be helping someone. For some time now, I needed to feel like I was useful. Ever since my girlfriend broke up with me, I've been feeling moribund. I was drowning in nights of alcohol and sleepless Friday nights, looking for a reason to rejoice other than the jobs' interviews I might be called to.

  "Excellent! I knew you wouldn't let me down." Emma said and smiled. I was going to keep going, but somebody knocked on the door.

  "20 minutes till your two hours are up." The woman with the thick voice said.

  We could still hear her footsteps as she walked away from the door and down the steps back to the first floor.

  "Well, shall we get dressed?" I asked her, "Are they in town?"

  "Yes, in the resistance bar." She said, "Just one thing, you better not talk to anyone. At least until they meet you or if they are the ones talking. As you can imagine, we live on the basis of mutual trust and distrust of others."

  "I understand. I'd do the same." I told her.

  It didn't take us more than five minutes to get dressed. We went down to the street and breathed the fresh air breeze that swirled through the air. I followed her through the narrow, secluded streets flanked by blemished walls to a dead end. She didn't say a single word all along the way. Her eyes ran from one end to the other, as if she had a constant fear that someone was following her to find out where she was going.

  "Whenever you come here, you better be careful if you're being followed."

  "Is it that dangerous around here?" I asked her, looking around. There were three or four people walking down the adjacent street, but no one was even aware of us.

  "Things have been difficult, yes." She replied, "We were more but some were captured, and others gave up. They moved on, decided to go looking for castles to conquer. Few promised to come back, but none of them did."

  "How about you? Why didn't you do it?"

  "I'll try to summarize everything." She said. Before starting, she knocked three times on a dark green rusty metal door, "there are several cities for beginners. Two or three in each of the four corners of the world. When I started playing two weeks ago, everything was beautiful and fun. By the way, life in the game goes faster than reality. I can't explain it to you. Two weeks in real life is a long month here. But, anyway, we were a big group and we went on raids together."

  "So how come you're still level one?" I asked, confused by the situation.

  "There's one thing the game doesn't warn us about, and most people only tend to find out when it's too late. If you die in the game, it doesn't matter what level you are..."

  "We have to wait 24 hours to get back in the game, I know."

  "It's not that. If you die, you go back to level one. You have to start all over again. You can't change your avatar or your name." She said, "Good choice you made." She added and giggled.

  "You mean, we beat the governor once and that's enough?"

  "Yeah, one time's enough. He goes back to level 1 and loses all the items and money. Besides, if we defeat him, we can reap everything for ourselves."

  "Why didn't you ever try when you had more by your side?" I asked her. Footsteps traversed the wooden floor on the other side of the door. Someone was approaching.

  "We tried. I was already level 4. Obviously, a lot of that was with help. Normally, I put myself behind the rest of them and just shoot arrows. In a skirmish with some of the soldiers of the governor's army, we both had losses."

  I was going to answer her when someone opened the door. A thin girl whose light brown eyes appeared to be white because of the blazing sun hitting on the metal gloves on her hands.

  "Damn it, Emma, you're late. We were all worried." The girl said and her eyes rolled as soon as she noticed me, "Who's this?"

  "He's a new player. He's on our side." Emma answered.

  The other girl glanced at me and arched her eyebrow, "Are you sure? Where did you meet him?"

  "Kendra, that's enough. He saved my life. He's very good. When you see him fighting, you'll understand." Emma said and grabbed my arm, "Come on, let's go. Has the meeting started yet?"

  "No. We've been waiting for you." Kendra replied and turned her back on us, "Let me guess, you went out of town again to try to level up on your own."

  "Yes. I have to be able to do it. I can't go on just being on the side
lines or standing behind while you're risking your lives."

  "Emma, we've talked about this. Each type of player has its own purpose. Yours is to support us, we can't put you on the frontline with just a bow." Kendra answered as we followed her down a long-varnished wood corridor. The aroma of coffee and chamomile tea spun through the air and the steam clouded our vision.

  "Jany's back, isn't she?" Emma asked her, "Only her to have this place smelling this sweet."

  "She came back a while ago. She's already level 4. One more level and she can choose a subtype."

  "Let me guess, she'll want two swords? As she says, the more swords, the better." Emma said. She turned to me and added, "Jany is pure brute force. She leaves planning to others."

  I nodded and before I knew it, we were already in a spacious bar, the brown walls decorated with posters and digital photographs, shelves of different drinks from whiskey to liquor and embellished with a crooked line- pattern. There were at least five round tables, two of them full; one with stiff white-bearded men playing cards and the other with three women, each with a mug before them except for the girl with wide shoulders and muscles protruding from the strapless white sweater who had a cup of tea still warm before her.

  "Finally." Jany said. She had a rather nasal British accent. Her voice seemed to be passing through a narrow channel before it came out of her mouth.

  "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. But I brought a companion. You have to see him fight."

  "Let's do it!" Jany said.

  "I don't think she meant between you and him." One of the girls who hadn't spoken yet said, "Shall we get started or not?"

  "Yes. Mimi's right. Let's start the session." The other girl said.

  While Mimi was a girl with long blonde hair and skin as white as a snowflake, the other girl had curly black hair and coffee milk skin. The blonde had a bow on her back and was level 2 while her colleague despite the same level had her spear resting against a wooden chair.

  They were all sitting at the table. Emma removed a chair from another table and asked me to sit down. It had been about three hours since I had started in the game. She was right. I hadn't even realized how fast the time was going. A bartender, an NPC who looked like he was already in his 40s, with wrinkled skin and hairy eyebrows, limped up to us and asked if we wanted anything.