The Harem Girl: A LitRPG Fantasy: New Complete Edition

by Quinn Dallas

  Chapter 6

  "How do you like your new home?" The green skinned warrior stood in the doorway. The light reflecting on his amazing eyes.

  "This isn't my home." Was the only reply I could muster.

  Bashir walked further into the room. Confidence and sexuality dripping from every pore. He sat on the bed next to me and stroked a stray blond hair from my face.

  "You intrigue and confuse me," he wrinkled his brow. "Don't you realize that I'm your master?"

  "I'm no one's slave!" I shouted.

  "But you are," he grinned wide. "I bought you from Marcella, which makes you mine in body and soul."

  "That may be how things work in The Blighted Lands," I pulled away from him. "But back home we aren't such barbarians!"

  "I see," Bashir stroked his chin. "In your homeland how would I make you mine then?"

  Flabbergasted, I sat in silence for a bit. Unable to answer such a direct question. Truth was I found this strange man intriguing. Every cell in my body craved him. Never before had I wanted someone this much. The insanity of it whittled at my conscious. This wasn't real! It was a sophisticated illusion transmitted into my brain by an alien computer. Yet the heat of his body so close to mine excited me.

  "We have this ritual called dating," my throat went dry. "It’s um, when a man brings gifts to a woman and takes her nice places.”

  "Oh we have such a tradition here," he nodded. "I would pay a bride price to your father and then strap you to the back of my mount."

  "You Orc's are real romantics."

  "What is this romantic?" he narrowed his eyes in confusion.

  "Never mind, " I shook my head. "You wouldn't understand."

  "Within The Blighted Lands" he continued. "A man may have many wives and concubines. You are my concubine since I bought you from the slave market. By rights I can take you now.”

  I shuddered. "So is that what you are going to do?"

  Bashir leaned closer. "I take no woman unwilling to my bed. But I know you are not as reluctant as you pretend to be."

  "What are you talking about?" I retorted.

  He leaned back "What do your people call you?"

  I paused. Who was I indeed? Something about me felt fundamentally different. Was I still Amy Prescott, human college student? Or had I become Arwyn Daystar in every way that mattered?

  "My name is Arwyn." I replied.

  "Arwyn," he sounded out the vowel sounds. "That sounds beautiful and rare, just like you." He sniffed the air." The he licked his lips. "Your scent intoxicates me. Were a I different man I'd rip the clothes from you." he traced his finger along my jawline. "Then I would spread your legs so I could admire you. Perhaps I'd even take a taste, would you like me to taste your pussy Arwyn?"

  My heart beat faster than ever. Despite my resistance I grew wetter and wetter between my legs. Bashir placed his hand on my thigh and caressed. He eyes grew heavy and dark, like a man intoxicated. This was something straight out of my fantasies. Perhaps the reason I couldn't go all the way with someone like Brock, was because he wasn't the right type of man. Maybe the only man for me existed in a virtual realm of magic and swords. Could it be the Alien AI had sensed my deepest desires and was now serving them to me on a platter? Lost in my thoughts, I all but forgot about the handsome Half-Orc.

  "What my talkative Daystar? You have nothing to say to me now?"

  I moved his hand away, "Stop!"

  "I told you Arwyn, I take no woman unwilling." He caught me in his intense gaze. "But you do want me. I can smell your desire my golden Daystar. One day it will overcome you and you will give yourself to me. And on that day I will be the happiest warrior on Blighted Lands." With that he got up and strode toward the door. In that moment I hated him more than ever. Especially his cockiness. Never before had I met man so secure in himself. How dare he assume I wanted him!

  Yet my body ached and craved for his touch again. The flesh on my thigh still hot from his warm caress. Bashir opened the door and motioned for me to leave. As I rose my HUD display appeared and displayed the following notification:

  YOUR CHARISMA HAS INCREASED IN LEVEL.

  YOU HAVE EARNED “THE HARD TO GET” ACHIEVEMENT.

  PLEASE CHECK YOUR SKILLS & ATTRIBUTES FOR MORE INFORMATION!

  "Goodnight Arwyn," Bashir leaned against the open door. "You may go. Nadine will show you to your quarters and in the morning she will have household duties for you."

  "Duties?" I asked.

  "Yes, you will cook and clean under Nadine's instruction." He wriggled his eyebrows. "Unless of course you would rather serve me in a more direct manner."

  I got up and walked out of the room. I turned to say goodnight, but Bashir closed the door behind me. Part of me wanted to scream and yell at him for the crass way he had treated me. The other wanted to push the door open and throw myself into his lustful arms.

  THE NEXT MORNING I woke and found Nadine. She was in the kitchen kneading bread dough. I sat the table and watched her for a moment. Curious I called up my HUD display to find out more about her.

  NAME: NADINE

  RACE: HIDARI

  OCCUPATION: NPC-SERVANT

  DESCRIPTION: NADINE IS BASHIR'S LOYAL SERVANT AND MAJOR DOMO. NOTHING HAPPENS WITHIN HIS WALLED PALACE WITHOUT HER NOTICE.

  "Bashir said I was to assist you." I told her.

  Nadine handed me a roll of dough, "smash it flat like this." She made a flat pancake and set it aside. Not quite sure of the task at hand, I copied her. We smashed the little dough balls until we had a small mountain of flat rounds. Then she pointed to a stone oven built into the corner.

  "Go out to the woodpile near the stables and bring back some kindling. We need to start a fire."

  Doing as she told me I went out and brought the wood back. The entire day spent with menial tasks. , I didn't complain or shirk from my duties. While the labor was backbreaking it beat being Bashir''s sex slave.

  "So, what do you think about our young master?" Nadine asked as she chopped up a strange vegetable.

  "I want to leave this place and return to my home." I said.

  "You wish to return to your Daystar world?"

  "Yes" I told her.

  A strange blank look crossed her face. Then her image flickered- it was if some new information was being transmitted to her. Then as if nothing happened she resumed moving.

  "Legend says that the Game Masters can return lost travelers home." she paused. "They may still dwell in the old desert ruins”.

  "Just what are Game Masters?" I asked her.

  "You don't know?" her eyes widened in surprise. "They were great machines that descended from the stars. They taught our people many things in exchange for our services."

  "Have you ever seen one?" My hopes raised. It occurred to me that an escape protocol of some type must exist. If I could only find it. This entire scenario was a puzzle of sorts. Maybe to test human intelligence? I decided it was best to keep questioning Nadine - the game's AI seemed to be cooperating with me.

  "No, but legends place them in the abandoned ruins as I said before." She shrugged.

  "How do I get there?" I said.

  "Why in the world would you risk it? The desert is full of slavers and thieves" she replied.

  “The Blighted Lands isn't my home. I miss my family and friends."

  "You could have a new family here," Nadine said. "With Bashir."

  "I'm just property to him." I pounded a piece of dough flat with my palm.

  "In all this time he's never brought a woman to live within these walls.” Nadine stuck her finger into a bowl to taste the contents.

  "I've seen other women here!" I shook my head in disbelief.

  "They are the wives and children of his male servants. Many like myself belonged to his father. You are the first woman he's chosen."

  "Is that significant?" I asked.

  "If you bear a child, you become first wife by default." She said.

  "What does that mean?" I replied.

>   "It makes you lady of the house and mistress of all here."

  "So I'd be some kind of royalty?" I couldn't believe what she just told me. I also shuddered at the thought of a virtual pregnancy. Just how in the hell would that work?

  "Bashir is an Orc Warlord. They do not select mates without great consideration."

  "That sounds insane. Why in the world would he choose me?" the words echoed in my ears as I spoke. Something deep inside of me stirred in recognition. This was just like something from my favorite paranormal fantasy novels. The AI was molding the world and personalities around me to suit my innermost fantasies. Perhaps to lull me into a compliance and to keep my mind trapped in this VR simulation for ever. But what if this is what I'd been waiting for all along? Could it be fate that drew me towards this moment? Would it be so wrong to remain in this world? Everything look and felt so real.

  Sensing my mood Nadine spoke. "It's something to consider," she said. "The chance for love comes around only once in a lifetime."

  "I'm more confused than ever," I told her. "I want to go home, but something draws me to Bashir. Despite his infuriating arrogance!"

  "Is it arrogance, or is he certain that you belong together?"

  I didn't respond to her question. The truth being that in my heart of hearts I knew she was correct. Like it or not there was an attraction between myself and the handsome green skinned warrior.

  EVENING SETTLED ON the desert. While Nadine had been kind she'd also kept me working hard most of the day. I scrubbed, carried, and cleaned harder than I'd ever done before. My hands were swollen and calloused while every muscle ached. Strange music filled the air as some of the servants played music.

  I'd never heard anything like it before. Yet the songs filled me with sadness. I wanted nothing more than to leave this weird virtual world behind. I missed my friends and family. Part of me even missed Brock.

  I watched as the servant men and women danced. They reveled in each other, the women moving seductively. There was something so primal about both the Hidari and the Orcs. They seemed to relish each moment of life. I envied that. I got up and left the small celebration. Soon I made my way through the garden alcove. I recalled the small bathing pool hidden among the garden and headed there. A good soak would be refreshing.

  As I neared the area I heard the sound of splashing water. I peered through the greener and spied Bashir. The shirtless warrior was stepping out of his loose fitting trousers. The fabric pooled at his feet and revealed his naked beauty. His body was like any human's. Hair dappled his forearm, chest, and legs. His entire form thick with muscle. The moonlight stroked his slick greenish skin.

  Then there was his magnificent manhood. I'd never gawked at a naked man before. But something about Bashir brought out an animal lust within me. His cock hung proud between his perfect legs round balls swinging.

  He turned around. His ass was so taut and round I fought the urge to run from the bush and slap it. Everything about this man screamed sex. Bashir stepped into the crystal clear waters of the pool and soaped up his chest. How was it possible for a man to be this sexy?

  My need for him grew stronger. I slipped a hand beneath my tunic and pinched my nipple. The mixture of pleasure and pain sending me into heat. I imagined Bashir's full lips sucking my nipple. Closing my eyes I pictured his naked body on top of mine. His hot breath in my ear his large masculine hands sliding beneath my clothes. It didn't matter how much I fought it, I desired Bashir.

  I leaned back against the garden wall, and slid my hand beneath my skirt. There I found my wet and aching pussy begging for relief. I rubbed my swollen lips becoming more excited. My aching clit begged for attention. I pinched the plump flesh between my thumb and forefinger. My knees buckled at the sensation. I imagined Bashir kneeling before me. His handsome face buried between my legs.

  "Would you like me to taste your pussy Arwyn?" Those haunting and seductive words came back to me.

  "Yes, Bashir!" I moaned. Why hadn't I said yes that night?

  Two fingers sunk into my virgin opening. I moved my hands back and forth, mentally picturing Bashir's thick and long tongue. No man had offered to pleasure to me first before. No man but this strange Half-Orc. A full heat had overtaken me. Sweat beaded my brow as I bit my lower lip. I couldn't stop myself now. My hand moved faster and faster, stimulating me close to a thundering orgasm. A low moan escaped my lips. My thoughts filled with desire.

  I opened my eyes to find the most shocking sight I could ever imagine. Standing between parted shrubbery stood the object of my lust- Bashir. With a wicked grin and not a stitch of clothing he admired me.

  "Don't stop on my account, I was rather enjoying the show." he said.

  My face flushed with embarrassment. He'd caught me! Now there was no denying that I desired him as much as he wanted me. In a full panic I pushed past him and ran. I didn't dare turn around. As I ran a holographic message floated before me.

  YOU HAVE COMPLETED AN ACT OF SEDUCTION

  YOUR CHARISMA HAS INCREASED IN LEVEL.

  PLEASE SEE YOUR SKILLS AND ATTRIBUTES FOR DETAILS.

  Chapter 7

  The next day I worked in the garden. The hot and red desert sun beating down on my body. Thanks to a spring beneath Bashir's complex plenty of water was provided to us. Under the careful hand of Nadine this small patch of desert bloomed. Despite the hard work I was thankful to be away from Bashir's gaze. The events of the night before had embarrassed me beyond belief.

  "So here you are," a deep masculine voice caught me by surprise. Bashir stood among the tall plants. His deep amber eyes glinted with humor.

  "I didn't know you were here." I grabbed my basket and attempted to leave.

  "Please stay Arwyn," Bashir grabbed my wrist.

  "There's chores inside and I'd hate to leave Nadine stuck with so much work."

  "Do you find my company so unpleasant?"

  "No, it's just that," I struggled for the right words.

  "Because of last night?" He asked me.

  "Well I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spy on you."

  "Why do you resist me?" He said. "Surely you don't think that your being here is an accident?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "Think about it," he gestured upwards. "There hasn't been a Daystar here for over a thousand years."

  "Perhaps it's just a coincidence?"

  "I never go to the slave market," he continued. "In truth I find it distasteful. But that day I heard of a golden haired beauty who fell from the stars. When I saw you I couldn't breathe. It tormented me to see you treated like chattel. The thought of those men's rough hands on you, filled me with anger."

  "Thank you for saving me," I told him. "But-"

  "I had no choice but to save you my princess." He shook his head.

  "All this talk is ridiculous!" My cheeks reddened with anger. “I have NO CHOICE here. You are demanding that I love you!”

  "So that is what you think?" he voice lowered.

  "Yes! All I want is to go home!"

  "I see," Bashir bowed his head. "I told you I would take no woman unwilling and I meant it. You will stay sheltered under my roof as long as you would like. But if you leave I can't guarantee your safety beyond my walls."

  "I'm free to go?" I asked.

  "You are not my prisoner," he said. "But the world outside is cruel. If you leave I cannot protect you." With that he turned and left the small garden.

  "I'm free," I mouthed the words aloud. But how free? He was correct the moment I stepped outside these walls, I was prey for any Orc male that wanted to claim me. My only chance would be to find the Game Master AI. The air before me shimmered and floating message appeared.

  MISSION QUEST: COMPLETED.

  YOU HAVE WON THE AFFECTIONS OF BASHIR THE HALF-ORC. THIS HAS OPENED UP THE POSSIBILITY TO FIND A GAME TERMINAL. YOU MUST NOW LEAVE THE SAFETY OF BASHIR'S COMPOUND AND FACE HOSTILE NPC'S. YOU CAN CHOOSE TO NOT ACCEPT AND REMAIN WITH BASHIR. THIS WILL OPEN AN ALTERNATE RELATIONSHIP STORY CHAIN.<
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  I read the mission text and chewed my bottom lip. What if I chose to stay within the compound? Would that mean remaining stuck forever in a fantasy world? Out in that unforgiving desert lay my way back home. My family and friends must be worried sick. No matter what I must try everything I knew to get back to them. Even if it meant risking danger. Going home was worth it no matter the cost!

  I WAS NOT SURE WHY Bashir wanted me to meet with Munir in the courtyard. However I decided it was best to do as he asked. I arose at dawn and waited patiently for the old man to arrive.

  “I'm glad to see you took my invitation seriously”, Munir spoke as he approached. “We have very little time!”

  “For what?” I asked, still somewhat clueless about the purpose of our meeting.

  “Combat training of course!” Munir beamed.

  “I don’t think I’m suited for combat.”

  Munir shook his head, “Anyone can be trained for battle! Besides, I think you'll take well to sword dancing”

  “What?” I raised an eyebrow.

  “It’s both an art and a combat skill. Perfectly suitable for a fine courtesan such as yourself.”

  “You've got to be kidding!” I didn't bother to hide my disbelief.

  “I'm most serious,” he replied. “Chieftan Bashir has commanded that you be taught to defend yourself.”

  I mulled over my options. This world was based on RPG game mechanics. Which meant stats mattered. Since I seemed able to peek at the mechanics behind the scenes, i knew that my stats were downright pitiful.

  “Ok,” I replied. “What have I got to lose?”

  Munir produced a small dagger and presented it to me. The blade was almost comical in size. A small giggle escaped my lips when I held it.