Forger of Worlds

by Simon Archer

  Forger of Worlds

  Book 1

  Simon Archer

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  8. Rhapsody

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  19. Mab

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  22. Queenie

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  26. She Who Has No Name

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  32. She Who Has No Name

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  35. Queenie

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  40. Silent Jay

  Chapter 41

  42. Zaxcs

  A Note from the Author

  1

  As the buxom blonde’s massive breasts bounced while she rode my cock like I was a bucking bronco, I couldn’t help but wonder how I’d gotten here. I mean, I wasn’t complaining, but at the same time, growing up I’d never been the sort of guy who, well, fucked blondes with tits the size of my head, and now? Well…

  “Are you not enjoying it?” she asked right before she leaned down and kissed me. Hard.

  “Oh, I am,” I said when we broke apart. I smiled up at her, and she frowned.

  “If you’re not, you can tell me,” she said as she began moving more earnestly, and the sensation of her pussy on my cock as I slipped in and out of her, nearly made me groan in pleasure. “You’re thinking about Jenna, aren’t you?”

  “Jenna?” I said because I could barely think.

  “My roommate.” She smiled at me. “Because I bet I can get her to join us, Champ. Would you like that?”

  “I very much would,” I said as I reached up and squeezed her breasts before running my thumbs over her nipples. “But let’s save that for next time. This is your time, after all.” With that, I flipped her around so that she was beneath me, and as her golden hair splayed out on the pillow beneath her, I pushed her legs toward her head and plunged deep inside her.

  “Oh my god, it’s so deep. I don’t think I’ve ever had something so big so far inside me,” she squealed as she began to buck.

  That was probably true.

  Or, at least, that’s what the girls kept telling me. I’d once had an ex who had tried to argue with me about that, but then I’d found out she’d bragged to all her friends about how big I was. So much so that after she left, well, a few of them were more than willing to comfort me.

  Even still, I wasn’t much of a player, or at least, I hadn’t been before I’d won the Terra Forma tournament last month. Since then, it had been raining honies, and I, for one, was going to take full advantage of that. Sure, some people thought it was dumb. Just a world champion tournament for a video game with millions of subscribers, but well, I smiled down at the blonde beneath me. She had her eyes rolled back in her head while I fucked her like it was the last time I’d ever get to do it. That was probably true too.

  “Oh god, I’m cumming!” she squealed as her nails raked over my back. “Never. Stop. Fucking. Me.”

  I obliged. Or, well, I tried because as the blonde wrapped her tanned legs around me in an effort to pull me deeper, I felt my orgasm building.

  “Me too!” I said as I emptied myself into her. And that made her cry out as she came again.

  “That was amazing,” she said a moment later. “I thought you wouldn’t be so good in bed because, well, you’re a gamer, but I’m glad to hear the rumors are one hundred percent true.” She smiled at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so well.”

  “Well, I do a lot of cardio,” I said as I pulled myself out of bed and began to pad across the floor toward the hotel room’s shower. It was a nice room and all, provided free of charge by the hotel, assuming, of course, I’d let them tell everyone that World Champion Garrett Andrews stayed at their establishment. It was a sacrifice I was willing to make.

  “You must do more than cardio,” she said as she watched me go. “Because I could bounce a quarter off that ass.”

  She was right, of course. I worked out like crazy because, well, Terra Forma was a full immersion video game, the kind where your real-life abilities and skills contributed to how the game functioned. As such, I had a complex training regimen, and even an old ass trainer named Mick.

  He made me chase a chicken once while carrying a fifty-pound bag of dog food over my shoulder.

  “Do you want to join me?” I asked as I called over my shoulder. Then I proceeded to turn the shower on. “I could wash your back, and you could wash mine?”

  “You want me to stay?” she asked, suddenly confused. She was sitting in the bed with the sheet drawn over her huge breasts. “Isn’t this the part where you make me leave?”

  “You can leave if you want, but you don’t have to.” I got under the water and allowed the warm spray to sluice through my hair. “You don’t have to join me either. And if you’re hungry, feel free to order something.”

  “Really?” she gasped, beautiful brown eyes wide with shock.

  “Yeah.” I smiled at her, though I wasn’t sure if she could see it. “Order whatever you want.”

  “Thanks!” she squealed in a way that let me know she wouldn’t join me in the shower. That was fine, though. I mean, I did want to get clean, and something told me that if she joined me, that wouldn’t happen.

  A few minutes later, I was out of the shower and had pulled on what I liked to call my daily wear. A skin-tight blue Adidas workout shirt and a pair of Nike running shorts. Both were sponsors.

  “I’m gonna head for a run,” I said as I watched the blonde eye a salad covered in lobster. “Feel free to enjoy the place, Kristen.”

  “You know my name?” she nearly choked over a mouthful of food. “You really are amazing.”

  “It’s just common decency,” I said as I made my way to the door. “Try not to wreck the place, but if you do, at least have fun.” I smirked at her, grabbed my favorite black hoodie, and headed out.

  Truth be told, I didn’t much care if she trashed the hotel or ordered a bunch of lobster because, well, I had more money than I could possibly spend and a bunch more sponsorships to boot. I could pay for her to “express” herself, and it wouldn’t matter much. Besides, she’d been hot and pretty good in bed. It was the least I could do.

  Now though? Now, it was my favorite time a day.

  I know most people didn’t really like three AM for various reasons, but for me, it was idyllic. I slipped on my hoodie and looked around the darkening streets.

  Sure, they say most cities never slept, but I’d found that wasn’t really true. Sure, there were lights up and down the streets, but from where I was, the city was just starting to drift off to dreamland. It was the perfect time to feel the surroundings and come alive.

  I started with a light jog down the massive stone steps that led up to the hotel and really tried to feel it as the ball of my foot touched down on the cement. It was a bit harder than I’d have liked since I wasn’t barefoot, but my shoes had zero drop and no padding, so it was about as close as I could get if I didn’t want to wear toe shoes.

  I did that sometimes, but not on nights like this.

  On nights like this, I
didn’t want to worry about broken glass or rocks. No, I just wanted to run.

  I hit the sidewalk below the hotel with a whoosh, landing fully on my foot and then pushing off through my heel so I could engage my calf and hamstrings. I rocketed forward, the only sounds that of my feet pounding the pavement.

  I sucked in a deep breath through my nose and felt the cool, city air fill my lungs before letting it out in a rush. Working on my breathing was something I’d learned from yoga, and this particular breathing style had always helped to cool me off and keep me level headed.

  That under control, I focused on each step, the smack-smack of shoe on cement. The firing of my muscles in turn.

  It was great.

  Then I hit the corner two blocks later and found myself staring at a red light.

  Normally, that wouldn’t matter, or I’d turn the corner and continue on, but this time I paused momentarily to catch my breath after my two-block sprint and caught sight of the place across the way. It was a huge monolith of light and, as I focused on it, sound. Like crazy crash metal mixed with pop music, and I found it energizing me in a way I couldn’t explain while also drawing me like a moth to the flame.

  The light turned green, and as I began to move, I found the exhilaration of my run had vanished. I hit the other street, but my desire to continue on was gone.

  Instead, I found myself staring at the neon pinks and greens of The Trash House.

  It didn’t seem like a bar or a club, but I could see tons of people inside, all bathed in the glow of electronic beeps and boops.

  I took a step closer, and as I did, the door swung open, and a pair of sorority girls dressed in too tight Trash House t-shirts and booty shorts burst onto the sidewalk.

  “Did you see that combo the guy pulled off in there?” one said as she pulled a cigarette from her purse and put it between a pair of pouty, ruby red lips. “I haven’t seen anything like that in ages. He might have a shot at the pot.”

  “Against Gilgamesh?” her redheaded partner chided as she pulled out her own cigarette. “Not likely. No one short of the Champ could take him, and even then, it’d be iffy.” She smirked. “Though part of me does hope he shows up. Win or not, I’d fuck his brains out.”

  “Ha! You’d have to fight me for that.” The blonde gave a little bounce, causing her shirt to strain to hold her breasts in place. “I’d blow him so hard he would have no energy for you.”

  “Do you forget I can suck a golf ball through a garden hose?” The redhead smirked as she sucked on her cigarette, causing the tip to flare brightly. “Besides, we could share.” She smacked her friend on the ass. “It’d be fun.”

  “Um… excuse me?” I said as I moved toward the pair. As their eyes flicked toward me, I realized that they hadn’t known I was there, but if they were embarrassed by the possibility of my overhearing, it didn’t show.

  “What’s up, Chuck?” the redhead said, clearly eye-fucking me. “Say… you look kind of familiar.”

  “I’m kind of famous,” I said with a shrug but didn’t bother to remove my hood. If I did now, I’d never get my questions answered. “Anyway, I was wondering what kind of place this is.”

  “You’re kind of famous?” the blonde peered closer at me. “I’d believe it with a face like that.” She put a hand to her chest. “Trust me when I say this, babe, but if I weren’t madly in love with another man, I’d jump your bones right here and now.”

  “This bitch thinks she’s Andrews’ soulmate,” the redhead explained. “Don’t mind her.” She moved a bit closer to me, not close enough to touch, but close enough for me to get a good look at her… and I liked what I saw.

  Toned stomach, nice breasts, a cute face, green eyes. All the makings of a firecracker in the sack. With any luck, maybe I’d find that to be true.

  That wasn’t why I was here, though.

  “What’s this place?” I asked again while gesturing to the Trash House.

  “It’s a fight club,” she explained, and it all made perfect sense.

  “VR?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Is there any other kind?” the blonde said with a laugh. “No one wants to get injured anymore. Bunch of pussies.” She threw a punch into the air.

  “Items?” I asked, now intrigued. It had been years since I’d been in a fight club. Sure, I’d used similar tech to train for Terra Forma, and I’d sparred with the best people in the world to do that, but there was something different about being out and about. Mixing with people who really wanted to win. It was why I loved the tournaments where everything was on the line.

  “No items. Three specials only. One advanced skill.” The redhead looked me up and down. “You play?”

  “From time to time,” I said as I tried to look past her inside, but I couldn’t see much from my vantage point. “Can you get me in?”

  “What’s in it for us?” the blonde asked in a way that let me know I knew she’d probably help me either way.

  “What would you like?” I asked as I pulled my hood off and shook out my hair. As my brown locks settled around my ears and the tiny tattoo of a puppy on my neck, a memory from my one childhood friend, was revealed, their eyes went wide with shock.

  “Y-y-you’re him,” the blonde gasped. “Garrett Andrews!”

  “The champ,” the redhead said in a rushed whisper.

  “Yeah, and if you think there’s someone in there who is awesome, I want to play him.” I smirked. “Hell, I want to play everyone.” I pulled my hood back up. “Can you get me in? I wanna play everyone, but I don’t want them to know it’s me. If they did, my manager would break my knees.”

  “We can’t have that,” the blonde said as she moved up and took my arm. “But trust us, babe. We got you.” She licked her lips. “I’m Mandy by the way.”

  “Well, after this, maybe I can get your number and call you, maybe?”

  “You’d better,” the redhead said as she smacked me on the ass. “I expect to be thoroughly ‘compensated’ for my troubles.” She grinned up at me and then slowly drew her tongue across her lips. “Now, let’s watch you kick some ass!”

  2

  Twenty minutes later, I knew three things to be true. Mandy was really good at giving blowjobs, her friend who I learned was named Gina probably could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, and finally, I was all signed up to enter the final Trash House Trashpalooza Battle Royale event of the night.

  If I won my battle royale, then I’d compete in the “winner’s circle” Battle Royale. If I won there, I could take my prize, or bet it all and go head-to-head against the Trash House Champion, Gilgamesh.

  I wasn’t sure who he was exactly or if he was any good, but I was hoping he was. I’d long since thought that the best fighters probably lived and breathed in clubs like this. Whether that was because they’d been banned from the professional leagues, never thought they could make it, or never cared to try, I wasn’t sure, but I’d seen more than one up-and-comer plucked from places like this. I wanted to see for myself just how good this guy was.

  Hopefully, it’d be a good fight.

  Now that I was suited up from head-to-toe in a skintight black and red bodysuit that, admittedly, made me look damn good, I couldn’t help but be nervous. Sure, I’d been in tons of matches over my life, but at the same damn time, there were going to be nine other dudes all trying to kill me. I wouldn’t die of course, but it’d hurt all the same.

  I took a deep breath and tried to psyche myself for what was behind the door in front of me as I ran my hands over the provided VR suit, a NInaCorp special X35. It was high quality, higher than I’d have expected, and was made by the main competitor to my sponsor's brand. I’d wanted to try one out since they’d been announced six months ago, but my contract forbid me from getting one, even for funsies.

  “Can you imagine what that would look like on the vids?” I could almost hear my manager saying as he puffed on his cigar. “It would be hell. Hell, I say. And for what? You have the best suit on
the market.”

  “Yeah,” I said as I smiled down at the suit, “but I like knowing my competition.”

  Which was why I was nervous about the match. Ostensibly, I shouldn’t have been concerned. After all, I was the fucking champ. The people I played against trained their whole lives for a snowball’s chance in Hell to get into the pro leagues. I knew that no matter who was on the other side of that door, I could probably beat them, but this was a bit different. Raw somehow.

  And my beating heart knew it.

  That’s when I heard it. The thump thump thump of the gem of a theme song I’d picked out from beneath a pile of synthesized rock. Now that music could be custom made by AI to fit your exact needs and wants, humans didn’t really make music, but that didn’t mean the classics weren’t still classics.

  “And here we have a late entry to The Trash House Palooza!” the announcer cried as Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man” began to play.

  With a smile on my lips, I adjusted my face mask, made sure the oxygen was flowing through the device, and walked out. I couldn’t help but smile wider as the crowd looked at me and booed. It was like music to my ears.

  “A man who calls himself simply ‘The Main Event,’” the announcer continued.

  They booed louder.

  And why shouldn’t they? I was some dude in a rented VR suit and a late entry at that. No one special. Some guy who watched and thought, I could do that.

  How wrong they would be.