Raid Slayer 2

by Riley Morrison

  “Fuck you too,” he called after her.

  She gave him the middle finger over her shoulder.

  Zack went over to Missy and knelt beside her, pulling her close, listening to her sing softly of sleeping beauties and the prince who would wake them.

  Her voice was so beautiful, it brought man tears to his eyes.

  She leaned her face against his. “I need you. Make my soul sour, let my sleeping sisters feel you love.” She touched Betsy. “They can hear us, they can sense what we sense, they feel our love and know they are missed.”

  Zack licked his lips. “How?” He thought Amy and Betsy’s AI was completely shut down.

  “All of us are bonded together, you, me, my sisters and…”

  “Anita.”

  Missy got to her feet. “In time, she will feel the closeness we do. It takes a while but the longer we are with one another, the stronger our bonds grow.” She smiled at him, swaying her hips. “I will meet you in my bath, for we must bask in our love for one another, our voices rising together in ecstasy.”

  She headed toward the bath, lifting her skirt so he could see her luscious backside.

  Zack felt himself going hard. But he wanted to spend a moment with Amy and Betsy. He leaned over them, touching both their faces. How was it possible they could feel anything? The Janitor said he had switched off their AI.

  “I’m cured now. No more Cave Blight.” He paused, checking for any sign they’d heard him. Their chests continued to rise and fall and that was about it. “I’m going to get both of you back. Just hold on.”

  He spent a few moments with them, hoping they knew on some level he was there.

  Then his thoughts turned to Anita. What would she do if she knew that the bond between them would grow greater the longer they were together?

  Other than the feeling of love, of bonding and the divinely awesome sex, was there any benefit to sticking with the same harem longterm? Could your harem passively gain other benefits of sticking together?

  Guess I will find out…

  Saying a silent goodnight to Amy and Betsy, he started for the bathroom. When he entered he stopped. Missy was rubbing bath oils over Anita’s naked body, her muscled stomach and breasts. Before getting to work on Anita, Missy had clearly already washed herself, her long hair dripping with water, her skin glistening with water.

  He felt his mouth hanging open and a trickle of drool down his chin. Damn, they are sexy.

  Getting uncomfortably hard inside his armor, he quickly stripped off them leapt into the bath, submerging himself under the eternally warm water. He couldn't wait to get started on the woman, but first things first, he had to better present himself.

  He tried not to think of what he’d eaten earlier in the day as he rubbed himself clean underwater and sloshed some around his mouth. When his lungs were near bursting, he spat out the water then broke the surface, right between Missy’s legs.

  She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him forward, directing his face into her soft, wet sweetness. He got to work quickly, filling his mouth with her taste, the one from earlier replaced by hers.

  “My sweet song, I love the feel of your gentle tongue inside me. Let my orc sister see how much you love me, let our love spread to her and to our two sleeping beauties.” Missy spread her legs wide, so he could better work his tongue.

  Zack heard Anita slide up next to Missy, heard her breathing, felt her eyes on him. What was she thinking right now, watching him pleasuring Missy?

  Probably, wondering if I’m objectifying them, He laughed to himself. Shit, I’m totally going to objectify her when I am done here! She’ll love every second of it too.

  Missy moaned as he buried his tongue deeper, running it over her pleasure spots, lapping her up. She held him to her as she came, her whole body shaking.

  He waited until her bliss had subsided, then pulled himself away, looking up at her. “I will be back for more in a moment.” His eyes switched to Anita and he slid over to her. “Your turn now. I want to know the taste of hot orc pussy.”

  Without hesitation, Anita lay back, opening herself to him. As he moved in, she pulled him in with her legs. “I like a good male toy from time to time. You’ve earned the right. Now make me come.”

  Zack grinned as he moved in on her, planting his face between her legs and getting a good taste of her. Missy was sweet, like honey, Anita was like a smooth, fine wine. Pleasant, with a memorable taste.

  But he wanted more than that. He pulled himself out of the water, running his tongue up her slit, over her pleasure spot and up the center of her muscled belly. She stared down at him, watching his face come ever closer to hers.

  Suddenly, she sat up and dragged him out of the water and brought his lips to her breasts. Obliging her, he sucked hard on her nipple, squeezing the other one between his fingers.

  He hadn’t been expecting to be pulled out of the water like that. Maybe she was afraid he would be on top and she wasn’t ready for that yet.

  Anita was so unlike the other three women. Amy could be forceful at times, but nothing like Anita. And hey, nothing wrong with a woman who knows what she wants, he reckoned. She was damn hot, an orc goddess, a luscious, sexy angel of death.

  And she was all his.

  Zack pulled her down on top of him, then with a mouthful of her nipple he said, “Climb on and I’ll give you a ride.”

  Her glistening, oiled body quivering, Anita sank down his fully erect shaft, almost taking eight inches of his ten. He let her be the one in control at first, until she got comfortable.

  Missy slid over next to him, one hand on Anita’s leg, the other between her own legs as she watched his member sink in and out of her orc sister. Zack pulled Missy’s hand from between her legs, and sucked her fingers, tasting her on them.

  Then he licked his lips. “Climb onto my face and let me taste you again.”

  Leaping onto him, just as Amy would, Queen Missy made love to his mouth. He lifted his arms and felt Anita take his hands, riding him faster now, moaning under her breath.

  Zack gave himself over to the women’s pleasure, and when they were done, he let himself loose over both of them just as Anita had done to his lower half several times during their love making.

  Anita brushed white from her lips. “You’re lucky that taste like sweet cream, or I’d have hacked that dangly male thing off mid flow then rammed it down your throat.”

  Laughing, Zack carried the dripping Missy into the water, cleaning her off as she snuggled against him, weak with her countless orgasms.

  After a moment’s hesitation, Anita joined them and the three held one another and slipped off to sleep submerged neck deep in the steaming, soapy water.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Nagging Janitor

  Once again, Zack was woken to a quest text being, figuratively speaking, shoved into his face. Except this time, he wasn't the only one.

  Anita almost jumped out of the water. “Fucker. Leave me alone.”

  Missy woke and searched for danger.

  “It's all right.” Zack held Missy to him as he scanned over the Janitor’s assassination mission.

  QUEST

  Objective: There is a group of player trash camping out in my Underworld. This group are an organized band who are working the mines at the edge of the Ebony Depths. Kill them all. You have four days.

  Be warned: I don’t know how many of these guys are present. Expect anything from one or two, to a fully-fledged army. Well, not an army, but at least ten or so.

  Rewards

  You can plunder the dead men’s corpses for any and all loot.

  +6000xp

  I will restore one more member of your harem back to normal.

  Janitor’s note: Go dispose of the trash.

  Zack closed his eyes, listening to the bubbling water. Then he accepted the quest. He saw Anita had accepted it too as her character bar flashed.

  “Prick,” she muttered and climbed out of the bath and went for a tow
el.

  Missy stood when he did. “What happened?”

  Zack climbed out of the water, already missing its warmth. “The man who put Amy and Betsy asleep has a new mission for us. When we have done it, one of them will wake like you did.”

  She handed him a towel and watched Anita head out into the main room, her armor appearing on her piece by piece as she reequipped it. “We’ll do whatever it takes to hear their songs again, to feel their touch, to know their love.”

  Even if it involves murdering people? Zack didn’t dare ask the question out loud. Besides, the Janitor had said their targets wouldn't really die.

  Not in the real world, anyway.

  But who were they killing? Unlike last time, the Janitor had provided nothing in the way of an explanation.

  A few minutes later, they were ready to leave. Margery addressed them before they left. “I handed in those kelp fronds to the Healers Guild (+440 meals) and I went to take the food out of the tax vault but there is nowhere to put everything. The taxes won’t be paid again until it's empty.” She glared at Zack, her hands on her hips like a stern schoolmaster. “You run the palace now. Deal with it yourself.”

  Zack winced. “Yes, Ma'am.”

  He went back into Missy's room to be alone a moment so he could purchase two more storage chests.

  -500 food

  Damn, the more he purchased, the more expensive they became.

  He dumped most of his meals into the chests, then took the 400 food from the vault and deposited it into the storage chests too.

  STORAGE: 1000 Meals

  INVENTORY: 19 Meals

  Once he was back, he needed to do some series spending, either on upgrades to their equipment or to the palace. No point in continuing to buy storage chests to fill them with food.

  Before he returned to Missy and Anita, he grabbed the goblin shield.

  Medium Shield of Osmos

  Dropped by the goblin king Osmos of the Far Reaches as he fled Armenamo, the Guardian of the Abyss.

  Physical Damage reduction 17%

  Magical Damage reduction 12%

  Who would have thought that a vendor item would become part of something as exciting as putting a new king on the goblin throne?

  Shoving it into his Inventory, he went to Missy. The Bottomless Well was closer to their targets, but that was too dangerous to teleport to since the Sulfurion cultists had arrived there.

  That left one option...

  “Port us to the Drunken Fop!”

  After checking to see if the Janitor was there or if Stout Jon recalled anything about the man (he hadn’t!), the three set out into the Middle Underworld wilds. It would take them two days of travel to arrive at their destination but with Missy and the map, they shouldn’t get lost.

  Much.

  Late on the first day, they stumbled upon a chamber filled with plants growing around a pool of freezing cold water bubbling up from below. The plants turned out to be Glow Pods, so they gathered them up, walking away with eighteen of the quest items.

  Other than finding the plants, the day was uneventful.

  Once they arrived back to the palace to sleep the night, Zack went down with Anita and first handed in the herbs to the Healers Guild (+360 meals) then went to the local market and bought a 500 slot Gold Stitched bag, replacing the original Canvas Sack he had gotten when he first arrived in the Underworld.

  -800 food

  Now he had 1600 Inventory slots! There would be no need to upgrade it again anytime soon. Not unless quests started rewarding a lot more food.

  They messed around a bit, kissing and joking with one another, then slept. The next day, Missy ported them back to where they had teleported from the day before and they found themselves face-to-face with a giant Rock Wombat.

  “Shit, look out,” Zack roared, getting his Commanding Taunt out just in time to save Missy who was about to be attacked from behind.

  The rock wombat instantly went for Zack, opening its massive jaws, its sharp teeth dripping with saliva. As the jaws were about to close around him, he smashed the monster in the mouth with Shield Slam, shattering several of its teeth.

  The beast roared, splattering him with saliva, then tried to take another bite out of him. Zack sidestepped, the jaws snapping shut inches from him.

  He used the precious few seconds to get out a quick Demon Strike, tearing open a jagged cut along the side of the creature's neck. Blood drenched its thick brown coat.

  It slashed at him with its claws and missed, instead hitting Missy, lacerating her chest and stomach.

  Companion suffered -177 damage

  Zack bellowed, then hacked down with a Devastate, then slashed back and forth with Criss Cross, spraying monster blood everywhere. Missy moved back, using an instant heal on herself.

  Anita was on the other side of the beast, stabbing and slashing, punching and kicking, draining its hit points. She was going nuts just like she always did, with no regard for aggro or her own life.

  Zack moved the creature further away from Missy, its claws slashing one way than the other, trying to rip him apart. He backed up against the cave wall, cowering behind his shield stabbing at the creature as he could, Anita behind it, dismantling its rear end.

  As the wombat drew closer to death, its DPS increased. Zack used his defensive abilities and weathered the storm of massive swipes and gnashing teeth. Near the end of the wombat's life, he drove his sword deep into its throat, ripping open its esophagus, his sword bursting out the back of its neck.

  The creature grunted, then fell to its knees, blood gushing from its mouth and nose. It looked up at him, its eyes wide then they rolled up into its head.

  After a final heaving breath, the beast slipped away.

  Rock Wombat has died

  +1200xp

  Zack sheathed his sword, then raced over to Missy. She dabbed at the blood on her face with part of her dress. Her hit points were near full, so the wounds would heal quickly. The damage to her dress would repair itself.

  Zack embraced her. “You should have moved back sooner.”

  “I was too busy healing.”

  He let her go, then removed the skinning knife from his Inventory. “Let me,” Anita said. “Ivan and I had the same quest to collect pelts.”

  Zack handed her the knife, then brought out the map and scanned it. “Looks like we go a little further, then need to follow a river east.”

  It only took thirty seconds for Anita to finish skinning the corpse. They set out again and soon found the half-eaten remains of a human with a strange insignia on his poor quality mail chest armor.

  “He looks like he is from Fiphan,” Missy said. “I wonder why he was this far from home.”

  “Where’s that?” Zack didn’t recall seeing it on the map. Maybe it was one of the many unlabeled locations.

  “It’s somewhere in the northern regions of Middle Underworld. It’s a tiny settlement, well away from anything else.”

  Anita rolled the corpse over with her foot, revealing the half eaten bearded face of the dead man. “He could be anyone. Let’s search him and move on.”

  At least she didn’t crush his skull underfoot.

  Zack searched the corpse and found a useful item. It wasn't an upgrade for him but it was for Betsy.

  Corroded Ring

  +2 Dexterity

  +2 Strength

  +1 Endurance

  +15hp

  Slipping it into his Inventory, Zack led the way to the river. The man from Fiphan being there probably didn’t mean anything, the body only being one of the many that had been placed there by the developers. And if the man had been there for a purpose, a messenger maybe, then no doubt Zack and the others would eventually encounter a quest to go to Fiphan and solve whatever problem had befallen it.

  Games can be so predictable.

  A day and 3x meals later, they heard the sound of machines echoing through the tunnels ahead. They had arrived at the edge of the Ebony Depths.

  Th
e group of enemy players was near.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Tool Weildzing Mo Fo

  Anita went to leave cover but Zack stopped her. “Wait. We need to come up with a plan. There's more this time then last time.”

  “Only one more.” Anita's eyes focused on the crushing machine breaking up the rock for the players to sift through for precious stones.

  She turned to him with a grin. “Trust me. Let me walk out there and two of these asshole rich kids will be dead before they know what hit them.”

  “You're insane. Remember the Underworld is permadeath for us, not them.”

  She shrugged. “All the more reason to let me go out there and thin their numbers. Besides, I out level them.”

  “I don’t.” Zack clenched his jaw. “I will go first. Missy, you stay behind us.”

  Missy nodded once, her fingers on her guitar strings, ready to buff them.

  They left cover and started forward. They would be almost on the players before they were—

  “Anita!”

  The orc woman had raced ahead. Zack and Missy hurried after her.

  Anita strode up behind the first player, picked him up and threw him into the crusher.

  Lowpingbastard has been vanquished!

  +1200xp

  The other three stood stunned. She walked up to the next guy, punched him in the face. He fell back against the cave wall. She drew her sword and hacked him down with a massive overhead swing.

  OMGplsnerfDeathwing has been vanquished!

  +1200xp

  Only then did the final two players react. They both drew their weapons, one a Warrior the other a Rogue.