by Cat Wilder
Angus and Mardax scooted down low in their chairs, hands hiding their faces. Hell, even the drow's gray face was reddish. Laughing, I pulled them out of their chairs and led them to the stairs. The other patrons cheered. A few jeered.
"Did you have to humiliate us?" Mardax asked once we were safely upstairs.
"Yes. Being bad makes me horny," I said. I winked at him. "You want me horny, right?"
They both nodded. I noted a bit of fear and uncertainty, too. Oddly enough, that just made me more eager. It almost felt like I was taking advantage of them, yet they were the ones who wanted me at the same time.
"Don't chicken out," I said, while opening my room's door. "I've had a hard day. I need this as much as you."
"Have you been with two guys before?" Angus asked.
I waved them inside the room, before closing and locking the door. The lock was a bonus. Back in Ankor and Ravenna the inn rooms couldn't be locked unless you paid for a really nice room.
"Never ask a girl about her sex life," I replied. "Strip."
I headed for the bed as I pulled off my top, and unfastened my skirts to drop to the floor. Both men were naked before I reached the bed. Smiling sultrily, I lifted my booted feet, spread my legs wide, and wagged my brows. They were staring at my pussy.
"Help me with my boots, boys."
My boots were pulled off and tossed aside in a flash. They moved to either side of me, with Angus claiming my lips and Mardax sucking on a tit. I moaned and groaned, writhing between them. Their hands and lips were everywhere. It was amazing.
Angus kissed his way down my neck, across my shoulder, and then to my tits. At the same time, Mardax kissed and nibbled his way down my belly, and then slipped off the bed. He spread my knees and buried his face between my thighs. All that while Angus smothered my breasts with kisses and nibbles.
"Hello. That's how you do it," I cried.
"I'm a virtual reality virgin, but not a real life virgin," the drow cat burglar said.
Angus alternated kissing and sucking on my boobs, and giving me deep, passionate tongue kisses. He was a great kisser. The elf was almost as good kissing as his drow friend was at eating pussy.
Mardax had my sex singing within minutes. I loved the way he sucked and nibbled my slick folds, letting his tongue explore every so often. And then he found my clit.
"Right there!"
My back bowed, and I tangled my fingers in his thick white hair. I overlooked the brief pause to motorboat my pussy. That didn't help me, but he seemed to enjoy it. The important thing was he immediately returned to my sensitive little nub.
"Suck on it harder," I cried. "Yes. Like that. Ooooooh."
My insides changed, and that rush to climax began. I sucked in a breath, ready to enjoy a big one. And he stopped.
"Hey, why'd you stop? Keep sucking."
"I'm about to explode," the drow said, moving up between my legs.
I looked down to find his erection poised to plunge in. My skin goose-fleshed, and it got a lot hotter in there when my eyes locked onto his enormity. I held my breath when he pressed his purplish head to my folds, and slowly forced his way inside me.
"Oooooooh," I sighed. My back bowed up again, and my legs wrapped around him. "Good boy."
Mardax filled me up nicely, thrusting faster and faster, as he pushed deeper into me. I loved that stretched to the max feeling so much. Maybe too much. I started bucking, thrusting my hips. Angus then shifted, gaining my attention.
Surely he didn't plan to…
"Open wide, Carly," he said, his cock pressed against my lips.
I was expecting to be spit-roasted between them, but not on my back. Still, I opened wide and took him in. The elf was just as well-hung as his drow friend. Yeah, he was a mouthful. Add to that, every thrust pressed his hairy balls into my face.
Soon Angus was happily humping my face, while playing with my tits. Mardax thrust like a madman into me, hands tight on my hips. He was gasping and crying out with pleasure, while Angus fucked in blissful silence. I couldn't suppress the moans, groans, and gasps as they banged the bejesus out of me.
"Haha!" Mardax cried, and then I felt his hot seed filling me up.
That pushed me over the top, and that surge to climax started again. He started pumping in and out, much slower, which helped. Then the elf gasped, and thrust to the back of my throat before he unleashed viscous glory in my mouth.
"Aaggh," I cried round his cock, my body convulsing with orgasmic pulses. "Mmmm."
They pulled out and collapsed to either side of me on the bed. We lay together huffing and puffing, slowly cooling down and regaining our breath. After the aftershocks of orgasm faded, I struggled up to my knees on the bed and smiled at them.
"Do it again."
"Give us a minute to recover," Angus said, chuckling. He gave me an odd look, then glanced at Mardax. "What do you do for a living now that you're stuck in the game?"
"Well, I was a wizard's apprentice and army general," I said. "But I got sent to the opposite side of the world, and haven't figured out what I'm going to do now. Why do you ask?"
He looked at Mardax again, who nodded. Now my curiosity was truly piqued.
"We're thieves, and could use a little more magical help," Angus said. "My magical repertoire doesn't including fighting magic. We need a fighter. Interested?"
I looked at them, and then looked around that shabby room. What did I have to lose? If we scored big on a job, I very well might have enough money to buy a flying carpet for the trip north, and even have enough for passage across the ocean. All for one night's work.
"I'm not anyone's tank," I said coolly.
"That's not what we mean," Mardax said. "We just need cover while we do the deed."
Still sounded like they wanted me to be a meat shield. But if they were scoring enough treasure to be willing to split three ways, then I was interested.
"Maybe. Do you have any prospects?"
Mardax grinned with wicked delight. "Yes! We're going to rob the king's treasury."
"We'll be rich. You'll be rich, too," Angus said. "And if everything goes as planned, you won't have to do any fighting."
"If you believed that, you wouldn't be looking for a fighter," I said. "I'm in."
Chapter 8
Morning came awfully early. Or maybe Angus and Mardax kept me up and busy very late. Either way, I didn't get nearly enough sleep. At least in Taks' brothel I got to sleep to mid-morning.
My new friends had to leave and log out after they wore me out. They still had to get their real sleep in the real world. Sleeping in virtual reality wasn't the same. That was fine by me; otherwise they'd probably be crawling all over me again. So I rolled out of bed and started dressing.
"I have a few hours to scout the castle, and maybe buy some more spells," I muttered, stamping into my boots.
After pulling my hair back into a ponytail, I headed out for the day. Bud provided a rather crappy breakfast of cold oatmeal, no sugar or milk. Blgh! I asked one of the serving wenches where I could get a bath, and was directed to the public bathhouse just up the street.
The bathhouse was a big stone structure behind a ten-foot stone wall. There were nice gardens with flowering trees and fountains. Men and women strolled around, but it was mostly men. There were two sections, one for men and one for women. That pleased me, since back in Ankor the bathhouses were co-ed. I might sleep with men, and occasionally even dance naked for them, but I hated doing anything bathroom related in front of men. It was just creepy.
Best of all, it was free to use.
"Hello, mistress. I am Minka, how may I serve you?" a pretty young woman asked, bowing deeply.
She had dark hair and eyes, but with a milky white complexion. All she wore was a very short baby blue toga. I checked her out.
Slave girl.
"Hi, Minka," I replied. "I'm Carly, and I just need to know where to leave my clothes while I bathe."
"This way, mistress," she said, leading me to
a small, narrow room. There were no lockers, just a long shelf over a long bench. I spotted the neatly folded clothes of eight other women. "I can wash your clothes while you bathe for a small fee."
I didn't want to wear wet clothes, but my outfit was pretty dirty. The heat of the day would quickly dry the thin fabric anyways, so I paid the fee and gave her my clothes. Minka even took my boots to clean and polish. Sweet.
I put my purse, bracers, whip, and bow rings into my inventory before heading out into the bathing room. Unlike Ankor, where there were three bathing rooms, there was just the single bath. It was a mineral bath, so that was good. It was also pleasantly warm. In Ankor, I'd start in an extremely hot bath, then jump in an equally cold bath, before finishing in an ambient temperature pool to relax.
The other eight women gave me dirty looks. My class really ticked off other women for some reason. Okay, I knew why. Two of the other bathers were human warriors, one was a dwarven trader, and the rest were listed as housewives. From their expensive jewelry, I suspected their husbands were successful men in their trades or professions.
Only the warriors were players, the rest were mobs.
"Don't the cathouses have their own baths or something?" one of the warriors said. She pointedly looked at the class displayed above my head. "Wench of easy virtue. Obviously self-esteem is not one of your skills."
"Haha. Not funny," I said. "I don't work in a cathouse, and I assure you there's nothing lacking in my feelings of self-worth."
Even so, I moved toward the opposite end of the twenty foot long pool.
"Don't foul the water until we're through," one of the housewives sneered. "You can wait, wench."
"Aww, you are some mean girl mobs, aren't you?" I replied, which kind of pissed them off and kind of confused them. Didn't they know they were just computer generated graphics? "Isn't it a shame you can't afford your own bathroom and have to share water with commoners?"
I tested the water with my toes. It felt pleasantly warm. One of the warriors stood up, glaring daggers at me.
"If you get in before we get out, I will beat you bloody, wench."
"Just try," I said, eyes narrowing. Then I called up a fireball in my right hand. "And I'll fry you like a chicken leg."
Her eyes widened. I nodded.
"That's right," I said. "I'm a warrior-mage of easy virtue. Ain't that the shits?"
"Well, I've never!" a rich bitch cried.
So I ran over and cannon-balled her. Yep, I splashed my wenchy filth all over their pristine bodies. The dwarf laughed. The warriors scowled, but said nothing. The housewives all climbed out and left.
I winked at the dwarf trader as I swam back to my end of the pool. "I hope it wasn't something I said."
After that my bath went splendidly. The bathhouse provided soap, but expected us to lather up and rinse off in smaller side pools. I even got to wash my hair, which really needed it. The dwarf and warriors were still relaxing in the bath when I left.
"Your clothes are over here, mistress," Minka said, leading me over. "I pray you are pleased with my service."
I held her eyes for a moment. "Remind me to never take a bathhouse job."
She giggled. Yeah, even that submissive little slavegirl understood.
In truth, I was quite pleased with how she cleaned my clothes. Not only were they perfectly cleaned, and the boots polished to a high gloss, but she even dried my outfit.
"We have a dryer, mistress," she said when I asked how.
"You have electricity?"
"I don't know what that is, mistress, but Ellie has a spell that dries clothes. She's our dryer."
"I want that spell," I said. "Do you know where I can find shops to buy warrior clothes? Not armor, just everyday clothes?"
Minka gave me directions from the bathhouse to the Mayfly District where all the tailors and clothiers lived and kept shop. It wasn't far, but on the other side of Gotar Castle. That was perfect, giving me a chance to see what I was going to be up against that night.
I left everything but my bow rings in the inventory. I didn't want to draw any attention while checking out the castle. So I soon entered the plaza surrounding the castle while heading for the Mayfly District.
Gotar Castle looked huge and impressive. A hundred heavily armored warriors guarded the gatehouse, with more atop the curtain wall. All were big, fierce orc warriors. I didn't see any guards out in the plaza on foot or mounted patrols. Apparently they felt the moat was protection enough.
The moat was a curiosity. I'd never seen a real world castle being an American, but I didn't think castles on hills or mountains had moats. Whoever built Gotar Castle leveled the top of that hill, and placed the castle in the middle. The moat was about twenty yards wide, with nothing to stand on next to the castle.
I wonder how Angus and Mardax plan to get past the moat?
That was enough to stop me. A flying carpet or some kind of levitating spell would do it, but I'd think the guards would see us coming. There's nothing to hide behind when flying. On the north side of the castle was a postern gate, with a small terrace. Since there was no bridge, or even a drawbridge, I could only guess they had boats inside to carry the warriors sallying forth.
I did notice some anti-siege engines atop the walls. Ballista, catapults, and such. Any siege of Castle Gotar would likely level the rest of the city. After leading three campaigns to take castles for Artimus, I knew I didn't want to take on that castle. It was five times larger than anything I'd ever seen. I couldn't imagine how many troops the king had inside.
The city of Got proved much larger than I thought. I actually thought the castle was at the top and back edge of the hillside city. I discovered a lot more city on the other side of that hill. In fact, only about a third was on the ocean side. I saw three more hills within the city walls, but they were low hills in comparison. From my vantage point I could see Mayfly District on the next hill, and it stood out for all the different colors the residents painted their homes. Most of the rest of the city was a dirty brown color of thatch and wood shingles, with few colors other than shades of brown or whitewash.
There was a relatively straight avenue from the castle to the massive eastern gate. That avenue went past the base of Mayfly District. There were a lot more horseback riders, coaches, and wagons on that wide street. Many splendidly attired men and women, both walking and riding, filled that street. I noticed the poor walked in the street, while the wealthy stuck to the raised sidewalks. I decided not to push my luck and stayed in the street.
I quickly learned that the higher up the hill in the Mayfly District, the higher the prices and the snobbier the shop owners and patrons. So I asked citizens in the street for what I sought, and was directed to Kimmy's House of Accouterments.
"Hello, milady. I am Kimmy," the shop owner greeted me, while bowing. "How may I serve you today?"
Human. Tailor (Lvl 33).
Kimmy was a six foot two Amazon. She was human, feminine, but still looked tough. I had a hard time accepting her as a tailor. But her shop was every gamer girl's dream, provided she played a warrior. The shop sold clothes from plain and utilitarian to overblown and outrageous, while still providing protection in a fight.
"I'm looking for everyday wear. Preferably something I could wear under armor, yet looks nice on its own," I said.
"How comfortable must it be?"
I grinned at her. "I'm willing to balance comfort and style, but no pointy-toe boots."
"The current fashion for swordswomen is silk shirt under a leather vest, with leather pants and over-the-knee boots," Kimmy said. "If you insist, I have flat-heeled, round-toed boots too."
We both laughed.
All of the clothes for sale were folded on shelves. First I picked out a shirt. No silk for me. Plain cotton was best and a lot cheaper. I wanted white, but Kimmy advised against it. Too hard to keep clean and bright. So I went with red. Next, I picked out a pair of pants. She had lots of styles, most with silver or brass decorations. I
finally settled upon a pair of used pants, which brought the price down considerably. Women's clothes were not cheap in virtual reality, either. The pants fit like a second skin, and were a grayish-brown color with brass decorations down the outer seams. Over-the-knee boots were too expensive, so I chose a pair of lace-up knee boots. I accessorized with a thick brown leather under-boob corset with lots of straps and buckles, and sheaths for throwing knives.
I left the shop in my new clothes, my respawn outfit stuffed into my inventory. I also put on my bracers. So I headed back armed with my bracers and bow rings, with the rest cached safely away. I even cached most of my money in my inventory. You know, cutpurses.
I headed for Wizards Row for some more spell shopping. Since I had a job that night, I would need some new spells. I'd never played a thief, so I wasn't sure what kind of spells would help me the most. I did like Angus' spell that opened a temporary hole in a wall. Something like that would be expensive.
There were a bunch of orcan troops marching around on the plaza, so I turned away and called up my map. Got's "lower city" between the castle and docks was the oldest, with the narrowest, twistiest streets in the city. Even with my map, that could zoom in and out, I hit a few dead-ends. I used up the rest of my morning just getting to Wizards Row.
My trek through the city was filled with surprises. I found a section where just kobolds lived, and another for pigmen. The crowded streets had races I hadn't seen before, such as lizardmen, cat-folk, gnomes, and some crazy-eyed humans called wildmen. I even saw my first dragon-shifter, and he shifted before my eyes from a tall, bronzed-skin hunk into a hundred foot long dragon, and flew away.
"The best ones always get away," I lamented, watching his powerful dragon body flying away toward the east.
I'd forgotten how "hilly" Wizards Row was as it twisted and turned, dropped and rose, around the side of the hill. It even had a switchback. I walked its length, and back, looking for the best, cheapest magic shops. I finally settled on Miss Hildie's Magic Shop. Miss Hildie was a very short, chubby grandmother type with a friendly face under a mass of curly gray hair. She wore a blue flowery dress and apron, and mostly brewed and sold potions. But she also sold spells.
