by Erik Weir
Victor admired Portia as she snaked her hips from the single piece body suit. Blood pumped and he found it difficult to think as her suit fell to her ankles. Smooth curves showed themselves and the Blade saw that the suit did not do her body justice. The outfit made her seem thinner than she was and now that she stood naked, her true self glowed.
Victor tried to not let his gaze linger at her bare womanly valley. Even in the dim light, he could see the apex of her sex and pink glowed from between sensual thighs. Her body was flawless like refined porcelain but when he looked up, the shyness remained in her eyes.
Feeling like he was being rude, he grabbed at his own clothes and began to undress. Portia watched him, drinking in his male physique. When his trench-coat, shirt, pants, and boots littered the floor, Victor stood straighter as they looked to each other. A sense of vulnerable innocence played out between them, like they had stumbled onto each other and had to admire what they saw. The room grew warmer as did the mood.
Portia was first, stepping closer, her eyes taking in every strong muscle along his body. Victor stepped closer, admiring her body like a glass of wine on a cold winter’s night. The two met, hands reaching out and touching each other. Senses flared as fingers glided along bare skin. The air grew warmer as they touched. Victor could not control himself as his manhood rose to the occasion. Portia stayed close, feeling a hardness rising along her inner thigh and soon touching her wet valley.
“I have known pain. Do not be gentle with me,” Portia said in a heated whisper.
Victor kissed her neck, holding her close before putting his lips close to her ear. “We don’t have to rush. Let me show you gentle first before we move on to not so gentle.”
Victor’s arm whipped against Portia’s legs as he scooped her into his arms. She was tall, but he immediately noticed she was light as a feather to him. Walking to the bed, he gently placed her into the middle and slid in after her. Portia’s eyes held a warm glow, eyelids half closed and her breath heavy.
Victor kissed and nuzzled at her skin, lips touching her neck before trailing down to her shoulder, the edge of her breasts, a nipple and then to her smooth stomach. Portia’s breathing quickened as he made his way down, his entire body moving and sliding over her long leg. Nestled between warm thighs, he gently kissed her budding line, taking in her womanly scent and manhood hardening to granite.
Portia lifted her head slightly to watch before bliss touched her sensitive nerves. Victor’s tongue ran along her line, touching in intimate places before he closed his mouth over her clit. Thighs spreading, Portia’s breathing grew with each passing moment. Time stood still as lips and tongue latched onto her, caressing her sensitive nub. Chest rising up and head falling back, eyes closed as blissful shockwaves rolled through her entire body.
Victor stayed where he was, arms coiling around her legs and hands squeezing Portia’s thighs. Honey flowed and the Champion greedily lapped at it, drinking down her lust with eager intent. Hips moved, pushing against his mouth in circular motions while the Blade moved his tongue with the motion. It was enough for Portia to gasp, followed by another.
Watching and feeling the angelic beauty, Victor stayed to her rhythm and tempo. The dance of pleasure continued until a small tremble filled Portia’s thighs. Victor settled in, eyes closed and enjoying the moment when her thighs clamped onto his neck, holding him in place. He didn’t slow or stop what he was doing as ragged moans rose up from Portia’s lips. The heat between them grew into a fever, Victor staying to task.
Portia’s fingers dug into the blanket. The bliss whipping at her spirit was too much. The dam began to crack as she chased pure pleasure. When it reached the tipping point, tight nerves flashed before an ocean of paradise collided with her soul. Magical sparks blasted frayed nerves as her body shuddered. Unable to control the deluge of bliss, Portia let out a long moan, hips pressing upwards to Victor’s delightful tongue play.
Victor wanted to smile, but his mouth was flooded with passion. The taste changed and he sipped from Portia’s valley. When her hips slowed, he remained, licking and lapping at her like a true servant of lust and love.
Portia let out another moan before she sat up and grabbed Victor’s hair. Pulling hard, the Blade had no choice to break the connection, following her iron grip and coming face to face with the angel. Lips locked as Portia kept her hold on his hair. Her other hand reached around and grabbed Victor’s ass, pulling him close. When the Blade’s manhood touched her wet valley, sparks of lust danced on singing nerves.
“Do it,” Portia commanded in a heated whisper as she pulled away from Victor’s kiss.
Unable to say no to such beauty, Victor’s hips nestled closer, his throbbing manhood touching the thin valley entrance. Portia bit her lips again until her eyes widened. Lips parting and forming a perfect oval, the angel let out a long hiss as Victor’s member pushed at her. Lips and inner walls spreading to his slow invasion, Portia let out heated gasps while moving her hips, helping the Blade’s spear along. Inches sunk into pink folds and deeper into Portia’s inner world. When their bodies met in the middle, it was Portia moving her body to Victor’s rigid cock.
Pain spiked and quickly withered away as Portia worked with determination. Victor’s body betrayed him, moving to her tempo. The couple entwined, hips moving of their own accord as they embraced each other. The space between them filled with heat and lust, bringing them closer while bodies burned with passion.
Victor felt lost; his only guide was Portia holding him close. The Champion tried to stay in the moment, but bliss surged as he moved with the angel. Lips touched and hands caressed bodies. Victor squeezed her full breast while Portia squeezed his ass. The pawing and suckling on one another reached a fevered pitch.
“Victor…” Portia whispered as pink touched her cheeks and her body shuddered from a string of orgasms.
“Portia…” Victor said as his tempo increased and the familiar need for release reared its head.
The sound of bodies filled the room as the scent of sex blanketed their senses. Victor drove himself deep, again and again. Portia cried out, clutching to him as her body shuddered from another orgasm. Inches thickened and inner walls spread to accommodate Vala’s Champion. When the rhythm reached its zenith, Victor drove his manhood as deep as he could go. Molten seed burst from the tip and quickly flooded Portia’s thin valley. The angel’s eyes rolled into her head as another orgasm struck her spirit, followed by another. Victor grunted, unable to hold back as another spurt of come filled the angel.
Energy swirled between the loving couple before a piece slipped from Portia and entered Victor. The power released, an orb latched onto Victor’s soul and it settled in. When bodies cried out for the pair to stop, Victor collapsed on Portia. The angel held him, hips still moving and his half hard cock still inside her.
“Thank you…Victor,” Portia smiled as fingers ran through his hair.
“Thank you,” Victor said as Portia’s movements were quickly restoring life to his member.
“I will need you to be a little rougher,” Portia smiled.
Victor smiled. “Right now?”
Portia nodded as she continued to breathe new life in the Blade’s cock.
“As you wish,” Victor smiled as stars shined from beyond the room’s celestial view.
Eleven
The dropship shuddered as Victor sat. Glancing to a small portal, the ship had just touched the upper atmosphere. The tops of dark clouds seethed in the distance as they continued their slow descent. Turning his eyes, Victor looked to the open cockpit as Portia and a drone sat at the controls. The drone was flying the ship as Portia checked the sensors. Screens flicked as the ship glided down.
Pressing the back of his head to the ship wall, Victor pulled up his stat screen.
Victor Hobbs
Acolytes Unlocked- 70/77
Divine Orbs- 10
Powers to Unlock-2
Spheres of Influence
Str (Gaia)- 20
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Con (Nano)- 15
Int (Abyss)- 3
Will (Holy)- 10
Wis (Mind)- 15
Cha (Shadow)- 3
Swords
Iron Sword
Elemental Sword
Gun Blade
Bone Sword
Cursed Blade
Phantom Sword
With a slow exhale, he studied the numbers and ran through the situation. He had two powers to unlock and he was technically in the Valis Realm. Gaining them now will be his only chance. Mentally tapping at the Holy Sphere, he spent the points.
You have gained “Summon Guardian”!
You have gained “Bend Time”!
Victor’s eyes widened a hair. The upper tier of abilities was near god-like. Heart beating a little faster as the alerts faded from his vision, the Champion called up his list of Holy Sphere abilities.
Holy
Light Aura Shield
Soothing Touch
Healing
Energy Craft
Summon Guardian
Bend Time
Despite the new abilities, the Blade felt like it still wasn’t enough. Doubt and concern spiraled against his mind as he tried to calm his nerves. The gravity of the situation weighed on him. He was going into a toxic environment to save a god and fight a monster from the deepest, darkest parts of the universe. It wouldn’t have been his first choice of the day’s events, but as he sat, it was the only choice at the moment.
Not wanting to be ill-prepared for a fight that might be out of his league, the Champion spent the ten Divine Orbs and looked to his stats. Power surged along his body, muscles flexing as the orbs blended with his soul and streaked into every cell. Taking another look at his stats, he spent the points where they would help him most.
Victor Hobbs
Acolytes Unlocked- 70/77
Divine Orbs- 0
Powers to Unlock-5
Spheres of Influence
Str (Gaia)- 20
Con (Nano)- 20
Int (Abyss)- 3
Will (Holy)- 15
Wis (Mind)- 15
Cha (Shadow)- 3
Swords
Iron Sword
Elemental Sword
Gun Blade
Bone Sword
Cursed Blade
Phantom Sword
Victor looked it over as he diverted five points to Will and five points to Constitution. Not wanting to be stuck on a toxic planet, he hoped the extra power in his Constitution will help him last a little longer. The other five points to Will might be what he needed to use the high-level abilities from the Holy Sphere.
“One is a lesser effect. Five is a greater effect. Ten is a titan Effect,” whispered like a mantra to himself before trailing off. Thoughts swirled to divine effect he could use if he spent fifteen points of influence.
Portia stood up from her seat and the dropship slowed its decent. The Seproh picked up a mask from a nearby peg and a harpoon rifle before stepping out from the cockpit. Walking along, she looked to Victor as he sat up straighter and turned his attention to her.
Portia reached the Champion and held the odd-looking gas mask before him. “This mask will help filter out the toxins so you don’t overload your nano-drones.”
Victor took the mask in one hand as Portia held out the harpoon rifle.
“Remember, make sure the harpoon stays in the Elder,” Portia said with serious eyes.
Victor took the harpoon from her and placed it sideways on his lap. “Shouldn’t I have more than one shot?”
Portia nodded. “Xull and I discussed it and decided we didn’t want to weigh you down. Besides, the Elder Thing is the size of a large building,” Portia said with a small smile.
Victor gave an uneasy nod as he lifted the mask and placed it over his head and face. Light glowed from the inside; atmosphere levels normal as the text projected onto his eyes. The Champion breathed normally, adjusting the mask to fit his head and not dig into his face.
“Extraction?” Victor asked while his voice and breathing sounded a little like Darth Vader.
“Use the communications in your mask to alert us. The dropship cannot go any lower without taking damage so you will have to use your Jump ability to reach us. We will be tracking you at all times. When you’re ready to jump, we will be waiting.”
Victor stood up, harpoon rifle in hand. Looking to the angel, his heart beat a little stronger. She eyed him like a commander but the edges of her gaze wrinkled in concern. It was obvious she was worried and didn’t want to let it on. The time they had spent together since he arrived was magical, and in the sense, they grew closer. When they laid in each other’s arms, the angel didn’t talk about any pain or loss she felt when Valis was destroyed. Instead, she spoke of it rising from the ashes and becoming beautiful once again. Victor very much wanted to help make that happen.
The back of the dropship opened. A wide ramp slid out to a sea of black and gray clouds covering the planet from horizon to horizon. The wind picked up and Victor hardened his spirit for what he was about to do.
Stepping onto the ramp and holding a bar along the ceiling, Victor picked the abilities he wanted to use and began charging them from their spheres of influence. Not wanting to taking too many chances, five points of Constitution channeled into his Power Armor ability. Nano-drones ejected from pores and flattened out, connecting like hexagon scales along his body. Energy arced and kept the nearly microscopic plates in place, giving Victor a gray, metallic skin. The power armor ability covered his entire body except for two slanted holes for his eyes. The greater effect increased the thickness of the power armor, metal sliding over metal to give him extra protection.
Channeling five points of Will to his Aura, a white and golden energy field surrounded him. The smooth aura shined like a candle in the dark, inches from his armor. Power swelled and settled into place as Victor flexed a hand and swiveled his head. The armor and aura were a part of him and didn’t hinder him in the least. The gas mask was the only thing feeling odd over his face.
Not sure what to expect when he would reach the surface, Victor spent a point on his Strength and Speed while spending another point on his Jump ability. He hoped it would be enough to cushion his landing.
“Victor,” Portia called out as the Champion moved a little further out onto the ramp.
The Blade turned his head to the beautiful angel.
“I believe in you,” Portia said with glowing confidence.
“Keep the meter running. Hopefully, I should be back soon,” Victor smiled, but his face was covered in gray armor.
Portia stared at the Champion as he moved closer to the edge, the wind picking up and causing his armored trench-coat to flap.
Don’t think about it. Just jump.
“Easy for you to say,” Victor whispered.
Easy? I’m with you. If you go splat on this dead planet, I won’t have anyone to feed on. Stay alive!
“Great pep talk,” Victor said as he peered over the edge of the ramp and stared at the sea of darkness.
Just be careful…
Chill stopped talking the moment Victor stepped off the ramp and fell. Wind roared against his aura as Victor freefell. The clouds slowly raced up to his descending form. The sliver of fear he felt just as he stepped off was blasted away by sheer excitement. Smiling from ear to ear, the Champion shouted as he fell toward the black cloud cover and then through it.
A smoky abyss consumed him as he continued to fall. Alerts appeared, indicating speed and a timer before he reached the ground. A sideways map appeared in the corner of his vision, showing the cloud cover reaching all the way to the surface and a glowing dot of where he was. In forty seconds, he was going to hit the ground and he had to be ready.
Time seemed to slow as he lost all visibility. It felt like he could fall forever and if he didn’t have the readout in front of him, he would never see the ground until his body smashed against it. Thoughts turned as he glanced to the aura surroun
ding his body and thin tendrils of smoke reaching out to touch him. It didn’t occur to him that the aura was not airtight. The thin wisps of toxic air reached out, only to slowly touch his power armor. The mask blinked with a toxicity alert, giving it a range of 2%. After another ten seconds, it rose to 3%.
Victor wasn’t sure he would have an hour against the toxic environment. Pushing those thoughts away, he was rapidly reaching the surface. Running the plan through his mind one again, a bad feeling struck him, not sure it was going to work.
Focus on the landing!
Chill’s words snapped the Champion out of it as he swung his legs under him, power coursing them. Alerts blared, telling him he was reaching the surface. Victor took a deep breath and gritted his teeth as darkness raced past him. Spending a point of Constitution on his increased senses, simple sonar pulsed and created a digital view in his eyes to see the approaching surface.
A moment later, he hit the rocky ground.
Victor cried out as his legs took the brunt of the fall, bending until his knees were an inch from the ground. Grunting, he strained against the momentum and sprung back up, jumping about ten feet in the air before landing again and stumbling to side. Knees aching, the Champion wondered if he should have spent more than one point on his Jump ability.
Regaining his balance and hoisting up the rifle, Victor spun around. The atmosphere was thick, but his heightened senses were able to make out the terrain. It was a shattered landscape, destroyed by a single comet that had made it through the planetary and Xull defenses. The sound of Victor’s own breathing was all he could hear in the vast, smoky darkness.
“Victor, we are moving the dropship away from your location so we are not in the line of fire. We calculated Umus and the Elder Thing should arrive in the next few minutes,” Portia’s voice came over the mask’s communications.
“I made it to the surface okay. Thanks for asking,” Victor chuckled.
“We have your location and vitals on screen. We know you made it okay. Be prepared…LOOK OUT!”
