Venus Online (Volume 1): LitRPG Sci-Fi Harem

by Jeremy Zenith

  Before he could explode, Chetaara rested her hand on the back of the smaller Nikora. "Wait. Not yet."

  Pratorra released his cock with a pop and a frown of disappointment.

  The women holding him lowered him gently to the floor underneath. The smooth metal still felt warm from their bodies.

  Chetaara crawled over him, kissing his stomach, chest, and neck until she reached his lips. She kissed him and murmured, "I want you inside of me, Master."

  "Oh yeah," he groaned.

  She kept kissing his mouth even as she straddled him, spread her legs, and guided him between them. He felt her pussy glide down around his throbbing cock and gasped. She felt even wetter than she had before, and easily plunged him into her until her thighs ground against him.

  Her ears flattened against the top of her head and she threw her head back as she began to thrust onto him. It felt amazing to have her doing all the work, filling her as he lay back and just enjoyed it.

  As she rode him, he became aware of moans, cries, and gasps coming from all around him. He turned his head to see the Nikora women had turned to each other, plunging their hands and heads into each other. Women lay back while other Nikora had their heads buried between their quivering thighs. Some were connected in daisy chains, head devouring the pussy of one while having their own eaten out. Others looked into each other's eyes as they reached over to plunge their fingers into each other's slits. Some of the women just lay back and watched the other women and him while moving their fingers between their legs. The scent of sex hung thick in the air.

  Chetaara placed her hands on his chest and bounced on his lap while she moved him inside of her. Her movements came slow and even, drawing the most pleasure from his body. He locked eyes with her, watching her upper lip curl and her eyes glaze over. Her breasts swayed in his face, and the hands and lips of other Nikora covered his body.

  "Master," she gasped, "I am yours forever."

  With a few quick thrusts, she stiffened and he felt her body shudder on him. Her hips bucked in spasms as she climaxed. He had to bite his lower lip to keep from cumming from the sight of her pleasure.

  She hunched over, still trembling, and kissed him again. Sweat dripped from her body onto his, cooling his skin.

  She gasped a few more times before climbing off. "I must share you, Master."

  Ionla switched places with her then. She admired Byron's stiff and dripping cock before she turned herself around so her big, round ass faced him. Her tail was shorter than Chetaara's and flicked at the air in his face as she lowered herself onto him.

  "Mmm," Ionla sighed. "It has been many moons since I have felt a man inside me, and yours feels so good."

  Chetaara knelt beside her, smiling down at him. "As I told you, he is a strong man."

  Her head rolled back. "That he is, daughter. That he is."

  He couldn't think of anything to say, especially as he watched her butt cheeks ripple as they smacked against his thighs. He reached out to stroke the soft globes, feeling their soft and yielding flesh, and she began purring in satisfaction. For a moment, he stroked her tail and she squeaked in pleasure.

  Her pussy didn't feel as tight as Chetaara, but felt just as good. He closed his eyes, feeling his own climax rising once more even as Ionla began to thrust her hips faster on him.

  "Yes," Chetaara moaned. "Cum with him, Momma."

  "Oh god," Byron groaned.

  Ionla bucked her hips once again before her back and tail went rigid. She let out a roar of pleasure and her thighs quivered against his legs. He felt her wetness envelop his cock and kept his hands on her ass to feel it tremble against him.

  He couldn't believe he was in his first threesome (virtual but felt real). He had dreamed of this moment so many times, imagining what it would be like. Now, all he could think about was that he didn't want to cum too soon and end the dream.

  Pratorra almost shoved her mother off of Byron as she rushed to take Ionla's place. "My turn."

  Ionla and Chetaara both started yelling at Pratorra in their native language, but Pratorra ignored them as she climbed onto the rigid cock.

  She slammed her hot pussy onto him so hard that it hurt. Her hips started pumping him like a jackhammer, smacking loudly to echo through the cavernous hold. Her hands balled up on his chest, digging her claws into his flesh. He should have complained and told her to stop, but he loved it.

  Her eyes widened. "Do you like it, Byron Jones? Is my pussy not better?"

  As they knelt on either side of him, Ionla and Chetaara scowled and clenched their fists, leaving him feeling like he was caught in some sort of family squabble. He didn't want to get in the middle and end up caught in a literal catfight, so he just moaned. The truth was, she did feel really good, although he wasn't sure if that was her or the fact that he felt like his cock was on the verge of exploding.

  She seemed to sense his approach.

  "Yes," Pratorra hissed, squeezing her eyes shut. "Fill me with your hot cum."

  He looked at Chetaara for guidance. He didn't know how far the sharing went and didn't want to deny her.

  Chetaara took one of his hands in hers. "Do it."

  That's all he needed. He finally let go.

  His eyes squeezed shut as his body exploded. Chetaara and Ionla each held his hand in theirs as his orgasm ripped through him. Pratorra let out a roar as she began to shudder as well. The two of them stayed locked in sync, riding out their climax together. He felt his cum filling her depths, oozing around his shaft and dripping down onto his thighs. She held on, keeping her movements quick to draw out his sensations until it left him aching.

  When he collapsed, gasping and laying back in a pool of sweat, Pratorra slowly crawled off him and kissed his sweaty face.

  She smiled. "You don't have to say it. You showed it."

  Ionla waved a hand at her. "Ah, so competitive."

  Chetaara lay down and snuggled against him. "I don't mind. Did you enjoy my mother and sister, Master?"

  "Absolutely," he sighed.

  OBJECTIVE COMPLETE

  +500 XP

  For a moment, he wondered what happened in the real world. Was his orgasm only in his mind or had he made a mess in his VR pod?

  A loud whistle drew his attention to Scarlett standing outside the entrance of the cargo hold. "If you're done blowing your wad, it's time to get back to work. We got a problem."

  Chapter 13

  ON the bridge, Scarlett sat at the controls while hyperspace swirled around the windows outside. "So here's the deal. We're approaching Aegis but we're not alone. I'm picking up a mercenary frigate patrolling the planet."

  Byron narrowed his eyes, thinking how hard this game made everything. "That sounds bad."

  "It sure as fuck is. They're broadcasting this message on all channels." Scarlett tapped some keys.

  The communications screen lit up with a face that looked like it had been carved out of rock, smashed into pieces, and then badly reassembled. The chunky gray blocks moved and rumbled as they spoke. "Once again, this is Captain Zrolik of the Deadly Gaze. We have been contracted by the Necralia Empire to recover a missing shipment of slaves. All ships will be boarded and searched without exception. Resist and you will be destroyed. Once again, this--"

  Chetaara cut off the broadcast and looked at Byron. "What shall we do, Master?"

  As if he hadn't already figured it out, the game text popped up:

  OBJECTIVE: GET PAST MERCENARIES

  He looked out at the hyperspace howling outside. He tried to think like a gamer. First, figure out the odds. "Uh, well, that depends. How tough a merc ship are we talking about?"

  At that moment, the Icarus dropped out of hyperspace to face a small red planet below. A space station floated in orbit around the planet, along with a huge blocky starship beside it.

  Scarlett looked down at her instruments. "Class twelve frigate. Fifteen guns. Three missile tubes. And a shitload of armor."

  He sighed. He had a class two frei
ghter and the mercenaries had a class twelve. He was supposed to be the Outsider who could beat anyone but he didn't feel like pushing it. "Okay, so let's say we can't beat the ship in a straight fight. What if we try to outrun them?"

  Her metal hands waved in the air. "Even if they didn't just blow our asses out of the sky right away, that ship is fast as fuck. Way faster than us."

  "Okay. What if we let them board us?"

  Scarlett's eyes glowed brighter as she looked up at him. "Are you shitting me right now? Why don't we just put their fucking guns to our heads and blow our own brains out? Save them the trouble?"

  Chetaara wrapped her arms around his neck and shot Scarlett a defiant look. "I have faith in the Outsider."

  He held up his hands. "It's not about faith. If they board us and we can get through it, we don't have to fight at all."

  Scarlett pointed at the door behind them. "Yeah, great plan, except for the forty fucking escaped slaves we got in that hold. How the fuck do you plan to let them search us without finding them?"

  He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "The Icarus. It's still in the freighter's hangar bay, right? We can hide them in that."

  "So why would they search the whole fucking freighter and not the Icarus?"

  Byron grinned as his plan took shape. "Because we give them a really good reason not to."

  *

  As they watched the mercenary ship approaching the freighter's airlock, Scarlett murmured, "I sure hope you know what the fuck you're doing. Because I don't."

  Byron had his arms folded, watching as the ship slowed in its approach. "Trust me, it'll work."

  She raised her metal eyebrows at him. "Oh, I trust you. I just don't trust this shitty game."

  His hands brushed down the jumpsuit he had changed into with the freighter's insignia on it. He glanced over at the docking bay behind them where the Icarus waited. The ship was quiet, of course. Even if the Nikora women hidden inside had been doing a clog dance, the ship's hull would have shielded most of the sound. Still, according to Scarlett, even the slightest noise could be picked up by scanners. He found himself staring at the ship, imagining he could see the women huddled inside the control room with Chetaara, waiting in fear.

  "It'll work," he said, more to himself than Scarlett.

  When the pirate ship connected with the freighter, there was a loud boom and rumble that faded away. The airlock hissed, and Scarlett punched the keypad to allow the door to open.

  The rocky face he had seen on the communications screen matched an equally gray rocky body that walked into the freighter. It towered over him as a pile of boulders in human shape, wearing bandoliers of dozens of clips of ammunition and grenades while his arms carried a heavy assault rifle.

  Just as Byron tried to get over the shock of the rock man, four more came in behind it. All of them were just as big and heavily armed. His weapons definitely wouldn't have much use on them.

  The first rock creature looked around the ship with its hollow eyes. "I'm Captain Zrolik. These are some of my men. You know what we're looking for?"

  Byron made a wincing face. "Uh, can't say I do. We just heard the message and wanted to get this over with."

  Zrolik held out his right hand with a small wand in it. A hologram popped into the air over the wand, showing faces of Nikora women scrolling by, one after the other. "Someone was stupid enough to steal a shipment of slaves from Lady Necralia. Forty Nikora females. We're here to get them back."

  Byron made himself look as wide-eyed and innocent as possible. "Wow. And you think they're here?"

  Zrolik lowered his hand and the hologram disappeared. "The Empire intercepted a message that the Republic of Beriza had offered the slaves asylum."

  Byron glanced at Scarlett who gave him a slight raise of her shoulders in a shrug. It seemed like her communication with the Republic hadn't been as secure as they hoped.

  The hollow pits of Zrolik's eyes began roaming the ship again. "We've got men and women at every Beriza outpost within a hyper-hour of the lost freighter. Just to be sure."

  Byron launched into the cover story he and Scarlett had prepared. "Sure. Well, you can look around. We're actually empty right now. On our way to Aegis to refuel and pick up a cargo of infusion rods."

  Zrolik made a circling gesture with his free hand, and his men began walking off into the hallways around them. They all carried small tablets which beeped. Byron guessed they were scanning for the Nikora.

  The captain remained glaring at Byron. "Are you the only crew on board?"

  Byron shrugged. "Yeah, just me and my first mate."

  The hollow pits Zrolik used for eyes turned towards Scarlett. "A robot first mate?"

  Scarlett planted her hands on her hips. "Best fucking first mate you'll ever see, baby."

  Byron held out his hand. He didn't need her talking them into trouble. "Yeah, she's been great so far. You should try it."

  The captain looked up at the ceiling. "Kind of a large freighter for a two-man crew, isn't it? A ship this size would need at least five."

  Byron took a deep breath. They hadn't expected this. He'd have to improvise, throw a little humor to distract the captain. "Well, we lost some crew members on the last delivery. Managed to limp back here. Probably hire some new men. You got any you could spare?"

  Zrolik just glared at him before speaking again. "Why didn't you take on some water?"

  It took a moment before he could find his voice again. "What?"

  Zrolik looked around the hangar. "No freighter would go through hyperspace with an empty cargo hold. Too expensive, all that wasted fuel. You could have found a planet with some water to haul and loaded her up. Sell it anywhere for at least the cost of fuel to break even."

  Wow, Byron thought, this guy is good.

  He said, "We had some technical problems. Seemed best to cut our losses."

  The other mercenaries came back into the hangar bay. One called out, "Nothing, sir."

  Zrolik turned his gaze over to the Icarus. "One place left to search, Krok."

  The mercenary looked down at his scanner. "We're not getting a good reading in there."

  "Why not?"

  Byron grinned. "Yeah, uh, that's part of that technical problem I was telling you about. We use that frigate for scouting runs, but it got damaged going through an asteroid belt. Whole thing is flooded with radiation. Would kill you just setting foot in there."

  Zrolik looked at his mercenary Krok who nodded.

  "It's true," Krok said. "I'm picking up massive amounts of radiation in there."

  Byron looked at Scarlett who winked, no doubt patting herself on the back for the job she and Chetaara had done breaking the ship's hyperdrive to cause the radiation leak. At that moment, he imagined the Nikora inside the starship, locked inside the engine room with all the radiation shielding they could scrape together mounted on the walls. It would keep them safe for a few more minutes before the radiation seeped through, enough to wait out the mercenaries.

  Zrolik turned back to glare at Byron. "Krok, Grazok. Search it."

  Byron held out his hands to stop the mercenaries. "Hey, hey, hey. You scanned it yourself. That thing is lethal."

  Zrolik broke into a humorless smile. "Lethal to humans. We're Voloxx. We can handle a little radiation."

  Byron's heart sank as two of the mercenaries began to walk towards the Icarus. He looked at Scarlett who gave him another shrug. It never occurred to him (or Scarlett, apparently) that the mercenaries would be strong enough to resist the radiation. The whole plan had fallen apart in a matter of seconds.

  He tried to think of what he could do. The three mercenaries outside the Icarus all had their weapons trained on him and Scarlett. The other two mercenaries tapped the airlock and opened it to step inside the Icarus. He wanted to run after them, but he really wouldn't survive inside his ship for long with the radiation leak.

  Zrolik glared down at Byron. Somehow, his eyeless face seemed to look even grimmer. "Sir, I think you're lyi
ng. I think the slaves we're looking for are in that frigate."

  Byron forced himself to look the mercenary directly in the eyeholes and say the toughest thing he could think of. "Well, that's your opinion."

  Okay, he thought, that wasn't so tough.

  He reached down and tried to slowly and discreetly unclip his pistol.

  Zrolik swung his assault rifle around to point at Byron. "Touch that weapon and I'll blow your head off."

  Byron dropped his hand but clenched his fists as rage flooded through him. He was trying to save a group of women from a horrible life of slavery, and these thugs were dedicated to putting the women back into chains. They weren't just mercenaries. They were evil.