by D. R. Rosier
White and golden spells flew at them and his demons, and dark spells of shadow, green gases, lighting, and fire attacked the enemy at the gate. He frowned and summoned another succubus when one of them were destroyed with a pillar of light. Then he cast a Balefire spell at the spell casters. He concentrated on them for their levels. One was twenty-eight, just three levels higher than he was, the other was level forty-five. Which… might be very bad.
Still, the warrior demon couple weren’t slouches either, and in their high twenties when he checked. The fifty count mob of angels and players were down to thirty now, and he casted another Demonic Confusion. This time eleven turned on their allies. The rest must be a higher level than him, or got lucky in the twentieth percentile.
Another Balefire spell and the level twenty-eight spell caster didn’t look so well. But of course it wasn’t just the two hundred damage he’d caused personally, the enemy player had also been getting nailed a lot from all the other casters.
The forty-five level caster did that stupid white light thing again, but his ten temporary minions had done some damage to four or five angels, and had even killed a couple of others. He sighed, and summoned two more warriors and a succubus. The level forty-five dude narrowed his eyes, and sent a ray of light right at him. It did three hundred damage, which hurt like a son of a bitch, not to mention it was about forty-five percent or so of his hit points.
He guessed he’d been identified as the greatest threat, after all if he died his entire army of summoned demons would be banished.
The asshole casted it again, but one of his imps stepped in front and took the hit on a shield of black smoke. He directed all the casters to hit the high level guy as the origin in a chain spell, and he hit him with balefire, and then there were four chain lightings.
He imagined that hurt the asshole a bit, and he did it again. Those two attacks most likely did near a thousand points of damage. It would have killed him, but the mage only looked hurt. Then the bastard casted a white spell, glowed, and restored most of his hit points.
In the meantime, while he was playing with super half-angel, the mob of enemy angels was cut down to less than fifteen now, and the level twenty-eight caster was gone. He could only assume the guy died and respawned in the angel enclave. They’d lost a few of the guards at the gate, but his demons filled the breach, and they were still at full strength thanks to his summoning replacements.
His four imps continued to hit the major threat, maybe if the idiot had to keep healing himself he’d just give up. Four more angels and three of his demons fell in quick succession. He summoned two more warriors and another succubus.
Not sure what else to do he kept casting Balefire. The level forty-nine dude tried to nail him again, but another imp jumped in front of him and blocked it this time, taking it on a similar shield of black smoke. He was lucky the guy was using a targeted spell, instead of an area one. He could only guess that the area spells did less damage.
He could see the look of frustration on the player’s face as the rest of the angels started to fall like dominos. Ten, eight, seven, six, three.
Then the asshole turned and ran away as he healed himself again.
A system message popup, followed by several others stole his attention.
Bastian Stands! The attackers have been routed and the remnants have flown in disarray!
You have leveled! You are now level 26!
Hidden quest achieved: Defender of Bastion!
Quest Reward: Genevieve is very grateful for the defense of the demon enclave, and will reward you by teaching you a spell or skill of your choice.
He wasn’t sure what to do, he had two right now, and could learn Charm, Hell’s Essence, or Sacrifice. He could almost see where Sacrifice would be very valuable now in the middle of a battle with another mage that could bypass his minions like he could bypass minions. Especially when fighting other players.
That said, he was level twenty-six now, and he might like all three of the level thirty spells more than the three he could currently learn. So he decided to let it be until then, and pick three spells at that time.
He split the points quickly between intelligence and wisdom, and checked his stats.
Endless War Stats:
Name: Ted Race: Cambion
Lvl: 26 (TNL:48%) Class: Demon Knight
+att/+dmg: 4/8 Str: 22 (42)
Mana: 1140 (286) Int: 104 (114)
Health: 650 (372) Con: 45 (65)
Summon: limit: 12/5 Wis: 125
Stamina: 200 (200) Dex: 10 (20)
Popularity: +6 Cha: 16
Gold: 218 Silver: 1093
He’d be able to summon one more of the Demon Lord type. He didn’t bother to do it now though. One level today was good enough. His spell damage had also gone up again, a hundred and two, to a hundred and twenty-six damage.
One of the mages came up to him, “Celebratory drink? I’m Bill.”
He nodded in agreement, “Sounds good.”
Bill looked at his succubus oddly, and he noticed she was pretty much hanging on him.
He hadn’t even noticed, which was kind of strange. Was he that used to woman hanging on him now? He supposed he was.
“Keep the rest of them out here would you?”
The demoness nodded and winked, “Yes master,” and pouted as she let go of his arm.
He shrugged helplessly at Bill, “This game is crazy sometimes. I’m Ted.”
Bill chuckled, “We know, both things, your name and that the game is crazy. We’ve just never seen a summoned succubus act like that before. You know she threw those imps in front of you right?” he shook his head, “This is Tom. The crazy warrior couple headed this way is Kathy and Ray.”
He nodded, “Good to meet you both,” and then he said hello to Kathy and Ray.
He spent the rest of the afternoon in the tavern with all four of them. It was kind of fun, and he was able to relax. Just pressure free time with some new friends. It gave his mind time to try to absorb all the quick changes that were going on. His life approached a second upheaval in a very short time. Luckily, he had a lot of support to get thought it.
As far as the succubus throwing imps in front of him, he didn’t have an answer for that. Except Genevieve had said that those summoned from the Demon Lord rank were a lot more intelligent. It seemed as reasonable an answer as anything else. Except, a part of his mind nagged, the greater succubus was only supposed to be able to order the lesser succubae around, not throw imps in the path of spells.
He actually wouldn’t have even put that much thought into it, if Bill and Tom hadn’t looked so weirded out by it.
Chapter Thirty-One
“Have fun?” Mia asked with a cute lilt in her voice.
He nodded and said in a faux grave voice, “Kicked some ass, met some people, got a fake buzz on.”
Mia giggled, “Your date is moved up a bit, you’ll be having dinner on the boat.”
He asked curiously, “Why is that?”
She shrugged into his shoulder while he caressed small tight circles on her back with his fingertips.
“The moon is up early tonight to the west, before the sun goes down. I figured sunset plus moonlight on the water along with dinner was even more romantic. Plus, you know, I didn’t feel like cooking,” she said the last teasingly.
He snorted and squeezed her lightly against him. He also didn’t ask her if she’d arranged the sun and moon thing in addition to the boat, the answer would be too disturbing.
“So what time?” he asked softly, as her hand wandered on his chest, it felt really good to him.
Mia looked up at him, “You need to leave in a half an hour, the car is already programmed to take you there, and Helen will be on the boat.”
“Good,” he leaned down and claimed her lips.
They didn’t have time for anything fancy, so they had a passionate but short quickie that took about fifteen minutes. He kissed her lingeringly after, their bodies entwined together
and sweaty, and then jumped in the shower.
He knew Helen already loved him, but for some reason he still felt a little nervous about the date. Of course, the quickie and getting off had helped with that a bit.
He supposed it was because this would be his first time completely alone with Helen, and despite what they said a part of him felt like he had to live up to some standard. He may not have loved her, but he did care about Helen, and mixed in with that was a protectiveness because of the way she was hard on herself, along with her sweet personality that brought his own feelings out too.
He supposed it was more that he was afraid he’d say something to make her feel guilty, rather than anything that would change her mind. He just wanted to make sure she had a wonderful time.
A.I.s didn’t really do that much once they made a decision, change their mind that is. As long as he was still him, and didn’t change a whole lot, he was pretty assured that their love would never fade. So it was a good thing he was over forty in reality, and not twenty and still growing into who he’d be. He was pretty set in his ways now.
Except of course, that his opinion of A.I.s had undergone a huge change. But that was less about changing who he was, and more correcting a false opinion. The way he treated them was pretty much how he’d always treated women, minus the multiple partner thing of course.
He shook off his thoughts, turned off the water once he was free of soap, and dried off. He walked into the bedroom and Mia had laid out a bathing suit and a nice t-shirt. There was also a nice pair of brown leather men’s sandals and a pair of brown tinted sunglasses. Not what he would have picked, but he assumed there was a reason, got dressed, and kissed the most important person in his life goodbye.
Mia hugged him and said softly, “Enjoy your date love, and I’ll see the two of you later. Slip eighty-four.”
The car took him down to the marina, and parked. It took him a minute to find the right pier for slip eighty-four, and then he started to walk down it. He saw her on the deck from a few boats away and she took his breath away. She had her gorgeous red hair up, or at least most of it. Some was still down and blowing in the light breeze.
Her willowy body was covered in a sheer light blue sarong wrap, with designs on it that were red, brown, and back. It didn’t go over her shoulders, so he could see the slightly darker but still light blue bikini string around her neck, and could even make out the rest of it through the sheer wrap. The sarong hid just enough to tantalize his mind with the sexy bikini and soft supple skin of her body beneath.
She looked over and smiled shyly when he was a boat away, and her green eyes were sparkling as she took him in.
“Helen, you look amazing,” he said in a slightly awed tone as he hopped off the pier and onto the boat.
Helen blushed, “Thank you. You look great too Ted.”
The boat itself was about twenty-nine feet. It had a small table and two chairs set up like in a dining room in a restaurant, with white wine chilling in a tub of ice. There were several covered trays they’d have to explore later. On the side there was a small love seat, and there was also a large square thing at the back of the deck that he had no idea what it was for. Maybe storage?
There was a door down into the inside of the boat, where presumably there was a bedroom, bath, and kitchen. There was a ladder going up right next to the entrance down, where they could drive the boat.
He stepped forward and gave her a light hug and kiss of greeting. She felt really good in his arms, soft, and yielding.
He stepped back, but not very far as he took her hands in his, and looked into her eyes, “Shall we head out?”
She nodded and looked like she had a lump in her throat.
He smiled.
“Does this thing drive itself?” he asked curiously, while he caressed her hands with his thumbs. It was pretty much a no-brainer, there was no way he wanted to take his focus off of her to drive this thing.
She nodded again, “Sure, I’ll have it take us out a mile or two into the bay?”
“Sounds perfect.”
The boat started to move and they lost their balance. He laughed as he wrapped an arm around her and steadied them both, and then led her over to the seat.
“Maybe we should sit while we’re in motion,” he suggested in a humorous voice.
She might have been a little shy, but she sat against him and wrapped her hand on the inside of his arm, and intertwined her fingers with his.
He picked up her sweet natural scent in the breeze and squeezed her hand lightly.
“I’m glad we’re here, I’ve been looking forward to this.”
She bent her neck back and leaned up, and he leaned down and met her halfway for a short sweet kiss.
“So have I Ted. I was thrilled when Mia told me that you wanted us to have our own date.”
He frowned in thought and felt a twinge of guilt, “Yes, about that. I’m sorry. I should have asked you myself, instead of going through Mia like I did. This whole situation is very new to me. I suppose it just felt natural at the time since Mia’s been coordinating all of our schedules.”
Helen smiled wider and her eyes were twinkling, “I forgive you, don’t let it happen again,” then she giggled, “No really, it’s fine. But you can call me whenever you want.”
He got lost in those pretty green eyes, as they flirted awkwardly and chatted while the boat took them out on the water to a place of semi-seclusion, there were other boats around but pretty far off. She was absolutely adorable, and sexy at the same time, he was fairly sure she was more nervous than he was. He supposed she would be, she already loved him after all, it was in her eyes and in the light touch of her hands.
He’d been a little lost in hers. Her eyes that is, so was startled when the engines turned off and he looked around.
She caressed his arm with her other hand, and asked, “Shall we eat?”
He nodded and they stood up and went over towards the table. They uncovered the dishes, which were chocolate covered strawberries, oysters on ice with a red dipping sauce, cooled jumbo shrimp, and what looked like crab meat salad finger sandwiches.
He smiled and opened the bottle and poured them both some wine. He remembered Helen was a reader, and a movie watcher. They chatted lightly about different books, and any new movies she’d seen, while they fed each other food. At first she was all blushes at the intimate act, but she eventually relaxed as they picked at the food, drank wine, and watched the sun go down.
As for him, he was entranced with her every movement, look, and touch of her hands. She was an amazing and complicated woman. They finished dinner as the sun went down and that’s when he got a little surprise.
Helen asked, “Let’s relax in the tub?”
He nodded slowly in agreement, though he wasn’t sure what the hell she was talking about. She stood up and untied the sarong, and took it off. Her light blue bikini made his already half hard cock twitch and grow. He was really attracted to her, not just her willowy supple body, but the way she moved, acted, the sweet tones of her voice, and her little quirks.
Mia made him a very lucky man, add in the sexily clad Helen and he didn’t know what to call it. He knew one thing for sure, it wouldn’t be very hard for him to completely fall for this woman. Then he heard a motor to his left, and turned toward the back of the deck.
The large square mystery box turned out to be a covered hot tub, the cover was retracting, and suddenly their dress made a lot more sense to him. He stood up and pulled off his shirt, and kicked off his sandals. He took a moment to finish the bottle of wine by refilling their glasses, and then they went over to the now bubbling hot tub that would probably fit four comfortably.
He put the glasses on the side of it, and then helped Helen into the tub. In his mind he knew she was an A.I., and this wasn’t reality, he didn’t have to help her like that. It just… felt right to him however, and Helen smiled at him gratefully, and didn’t seem to mind his old fashioned gallantry in the least.
Her skin felt so good against his, and her scent was heady as his nose was right by her hair and neck. He couldn’t help his reaction as he grew completely hard against her supple sexy ass.
She reached over her shoulder and back, and intertwined her fingers in his hair, and caressed the back of his neck lightly with her fingertips.
He couldn’t help the light moan that left his lips, nor that his cock twitched and pushed even harder between her butt cheeks and into her lower back.
She wiggled slightly in approval and sighed softly, “This is so nice. Thank you Ted. I… I love you Ted. I know I should wait to say it but…” she trailed off.
He leaned his head down, and kissed the side of her neck, “You Helen, are precious, and I already care about you very much. Say whatever is on your mind, I won’t lie to you or feel awkward, I promise. Just… be yourself.”
She turned and straddled his lap, and looked down into his eyes.
“Do you really mean that Ted?”
He nodded in agreement, “Every word beautiful.”
She kissed him softly, searchingly, and ground herself lightly against him.
She reached down with one hand, fished him out, and then pulled her bikini bottom to the side. She teased his tip with her warm soft and wet labia.
Helen said softly, but with an intensity that was undeniable, “I love you Ted, more than you could ever know or understand,” and then she slowly lowered herself down on his cock.
Her eyes widened in shocked bliss and she made an adorable sound of pleasure, mixed with perhaps a tinge of pain, as he stretched her out around him and filled her inch by inch with his hard sensitive flesh.
He caressed her waist, hips, and then firmly caressed and gripped her supple ass cheeks as she started to slowly grind down and in a tight little circle. He gasped softly as her hands caressed his face and neck with soft brushes of her fingertips. Then her hands moved down to his chest and her fingernails dug in a little harder as she gasped in pleasure.
