by Reed James
Fighter Awakens in the Naughty World
Ultimate Harem Fantasy 1
An Erotic LitRPG Novel
by
Reed James
Copyright © 2019 by Reed James
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Fighter Awakens in the Naughty World
Naughty Excerpt from “Fighter Awakens in the Naughty World”
Other Fantasy Stories
Chapter One: Loot Boxes
Chapter Two: Awakening in Another World
Chapter Three: First Quest Completed
Chapter Four: Trapped in Slime
Chapter Five: Dissolving Armor
Chapter Six: Attraction Building
Chapter Seven: The Fighter's Passion Unleashed
Chapter Eight: Delving Deeper
Chapter Nine: Skeletal Dangers
Chapter Ten: Gearing Up
Chapter Eleven: Elf Mage's Frozen Passion
Chapter Twelve: Mage Joins the Party
Chapter Thirteen: The Acolyte's Conviction
Chapter Fourteen: Corruption Spreads
Chapter Fifteen: Camping with the Party
Chapter Sixteen: Acolyte's Passion Unleashed
Chapter Seventeen: Goddesses of Love, Pleasure, and Fertility
Chapter Eighteen: An Enticing Hole
Chapter Nineteen: The Rogue Joins the Party
Chapter Twenty: The Heart of Corruption
Chapter Twenty-One: Cult of Ruin
Chapter Twenty-Two: Quest Rewards
Chapter Twenty-Three: The Harem Grows
Chapter Twenty-Four: Choosing His Spec
Naughty Excerpt from “Fighter Awakens in the Naughty World”
“Iris?” I asked.
“Yes?” she asked. A buzzing sound and then she humped up and down my cock. I could feel her small nipples, twin points, rubbing back and forth over my frenulum, the sensitive boundary between tip and crown. Her tongue licked into my slit. Her juicy pussy rubbed me.
“How are you humping my cock?” I groaned.
“I undid the lacing of your leather pants and extricated it. I knew my pussy and cute body would rouse you.”
“But why?” I groaned. She felt so good, but... How was I in the game? Had I gone crazy?
That chest... The computer pulling me in...
The $50,000 microtransaction. Had it pulled me into the game? Digitized me. Gave me a new beginning. I could grind to something better. Something more fun. What happened to my real me? Did it matter? Wasn't this the real me?
Felt like my thoughts.
And that small body humping on my cock. A pixie was making love to my dick. She ground that juicy twat on me. She fanned her wings, the buzzing sound, to work her body up and down my cock. Give me the pleasure I craved.
I embraced it.
“Think I need to be roused more,” I groaned.
“Spoken like a true Shardhunter!” she exclaimed and continued humping up and down my cock. Faster. Harder. She stimulated me.
I stared down my body, past the coat of chainmail to watch the little pixie. Her pink hair swayed about her little face as she sucked at the precum beading out of my cock like she was supping upon nectar from a flower. Her body held me tight. Her thighs and arms wrapped about my dick. Her gossamer wings hummed away.
I groaned, the sounds echoing through the dungeon room. My hands clenched and relaxed. Her hot pussy rubbed up and down my cock. The feel of her small breasts sliding over the frenulum of my cock sent such heat surging down my shaft.
My balls boiled.
“I'm going to drown you in cum,” I groaned.
“Goody!” she moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side, buffing that hairless twat on the side of my cock. If only she were bigger. “Just drown me, Marcus! I'm yours!”
To find out what happens next, read on!
Other Fantasy Stories
King of the Monster Girl Harem 1: Taming the Naughty Monster Girls
King of the Monster Girl Harem 2: Disciplining the Naughty Monster Girl
King of the Monster Girl Harem 3: Taming Monster Girls' Passion
The Rogue's Harem 1: Rogue's Sultry Women
The Rogue's Harem 2: Rogue's Wicked Harem
The Rogue's Harem 3: Rogue's Passionate Harem
The Knight and the Acolyte 1: The Acolyte's Passion
The Knight and the Acolyte 2: The Mage's Passion
The Knight and the Acolyte 3: The Thief's Passion
The Knight and the Acolyte 4: The Shaman's Passion
The Knight and the Acolyte 5: The Knight's Passion
Chapter One: Loot Boxes
Shattered...
Once the world was whole. A land of Order. Every corner of the world fell beneath the auspices of the Inferius Empire. United, the tyranny flowed across the land. Nothing could check the power of the Pharon-Emperor. The Gods of Light and Order wept at the suffering caused. How could they achieve their dream of a world without Chaos? Without Monster prowling in the dark corners or dark fiends clawing through cracks in reality in dark rituals carried out in deep grottoes?
How could peace lead to suffering?
They left it in the hands of their Great Hierophant, the August and Revered Servant of the Gods of Light and Order, to make the decision. He called upon the Angels to do the only thing possible to save the world.
Destroy it.
Thus was the world broken.
Thus were bonds sundered.
Thus were Passions Shattered.
* * / *
The female narrator finished the over-the-top backstory of the game, Shattered Passions. It promised to be an MMORPG unlike any other. One for adults. A game blending deep, party mechanics and kinky sexual scenarios using the most realistic of VR graphics.
A game that promised to unleash all your fantasies. “Form your own harem party of busty fighters, submissive acolytes, and slutty rogues to restore the World of Inferius from its shattered pieces to its restored passion.”
The promo text was enticing. Escapism at its best. And I needed escapism. Nothing had gone right in years. Everything I had was about to be taken from me. My money. My home. My family. Why not delve into something to flee it?
Why not piss off my ex-wife by wasting as much of my money as possible. I know, spiteful. I worked my ass off for years. I sacrificed to give her everything, and it wasn't enough. While I was working in the office, she was working on her back. Three kids I thought were mine, weren't. Now she needed to “maintain the lifestyle she'd become accustomed to.”
I played the game and lost. Why not a new one. So I went out and found the video game with the single biggest “microtransaction.” Of
course, it would be this kinky game. The $50,000 “Ultimate Harem Fantasy” pack promised to deliver an experience as real as life. A VR experience that would grant me untold pleasures.
It sounded like BS, but why not.
So here I was, ready to make my character. Only four classes, basic stuff for an erotic game. Fighter, Acolyte, Mage, and Rogue. Your four standard classes. Tank, Healer, Range DPS, and Melee DPS. Each one promised customization, different paths, and “deep” gameplay while simultaneously promising the hottest, most erotic adventure ever committed to bits and bytes.
I made a male, of course.
I needed a name. My own wasn't impressive. Why did I want to be him, when I could be something better. I sat there for the longest time on that. This was going to be the new me. I had my VR goggles on, the controllers in my hand. I sat in my new gaming chair, the most expensive I could order, plugged into the best gaming rig money could buy.
Just a name. It seemed simple, but it was so hard to choose the right one. Possibilities flitted through my mind. I didn't want to do any joke name. Something that would fit in with the game. Something fantasy sounding, but powerful. Dominating.
A name, ultimately, close to my own. An upgrade.
Marcus Aurelius
A good name.
I went with Fighter. I liked that style of class. When I played those classic MMOs from my youth, I liked to sword and board. I choose Human for my race. I know, boring, but they promised a balanced build. The character creation was in-depth. They had the usual stuff of hair, eyes, and skin color, but had height, build, and even cock size. I guess that made sense. I could be hairy, have little body hair, even have waxed balls. Piercings on every conceivable body part and several hundred hairstyles.
In the end, my muscular champion—young, blue-eyed, and with a mane of flowing, black hair—was ready to head out on an adventure. I chose an ax for his starting weapon, a shield strapped to my arm. I had to pick some traits: a list came up. Things to affect my stats or my ability to collect girls in my harem. To seduce them.
I mean, wasn't that the point. Dominating, of course. I wanted to have a harem of submissive beauties worshiping me. Charismatic to seduce those maidens and part those thighs. And Prowess so my character could go all night long with slender elves, busty dragonborn, and virginal angelborn. Maybe I'd enjoy a strong orc woman or the curvaceous delights of a dwarf maid. Who knew what I would find.
Character made. I logged in.
* * / *
A nervous twist ran through me. I had finally gone through all the character creation BS. I had my name. I was eager to get into it. Kill some mobs, seduce some women, and see if this game could possibly live up to the hype around it.
And to the $50,000 microtransaction. They should just give me the keys to the kingdom.
I appeared in a clearing. It was about the size of a football stadium. There was a blue sky above while a wall of hexagonal, purple wall rose around the circular perimeter. The sun slowly moved across, far faster than it should. Clearly, this game had a day/night cycle. I gazed at the surroundings. The grass was green, dotted here and there with yellow or red flowers. There was a single, white tent by me and a campfire burning away merrily. There were dirt spots cleared out, like the foundations of buildings that could be set up.
This must be the “customizable” community I'd read about.
“Marcus!” cheered a squeaking, eager, and cheerful voice.
The sound of my name was surprising. I knew Voice to Text technology had come a long way, but to hear the name pronounced so perfectly and in such a non-computerized voice was surprising. In a flash of pink, a small, naked fairy appeared before me. She stood as tall as my hand, a long fall of pink hair spilling down her body. It did nothing to hid her small breasts or the tight and virginal slit of her pussy. She was at once innocent and enticing. She looked real, her skin sparkling. Diaphanous wings, like a dragonfly, fluttered behind her.
“I'm so glad you're here!” the cheerful pixie said. She zoomed around my head, leaving a trail of pink dust in her wake. Her wings fluttered, sparkling in a gossamer blur. She returned to before me and clapped her hands before her. “You're just what the world needs. Shardhunters are going to restore Inferius whole again.”
“Right, right, Shardhunters,” I said to myself, not noticing any prompts to ask her questions.
“Don't sound so skeptical,” she said. “You can do it. I know it's intimidating, but you have me. I'm Iris. I'm your pixie! If you need help, just let me know. If you poke me, all manner of naughty things will spill from me.”
I reached out with my right hand and poked her tummy with a finger. She giggled and a menu popped up. It had categories like LORE and MAP as well as my PROFILE. I clicked LORE, but only the PROLOGUE appeared.
“Huh,” I said. “Okay. That all you do?”
“Well, I also look sexy,” she said and did a cute pose in air, almost looking like she was standing on nothing while her wings buzzed.
“Damn, what sort of natural language processing AI do they have running on you?”
“I'm not an AI, I'm a Pixie, Marcus!” She stuck out her tongue at me. “Would an AI be that cute and adorable?”
They had this level of NLP AI in a sex game? This was going way beyond what they needed.
“Well, this is your camp,” she said. “You can recruit a bevy of sexy girls, a horde of hot guys, or a mix of the two if that's your fancy.”
“I'm straight,” I said.
“So just a bevy of sexy girls.” She giggled. “You currently have a Harem limit of 6. You get to add one every three levels. Not just hot warriors, but naughty maids, kinky craftsmen, a whole community of women eager to please and love you.”
“Damn,” I muttered. This looked impressive. The graphics were real. I wondered how hot the sex would be? I couldn't wait. “So, what do I do? I don't have any of that. Don't see any, uh, women.”
“Well, you have your first Shard.” She pointed to a small pool of blue that shimmered, little motes popping off from the surface. “That's a Shard Pool. With your Shards, you can travel to new parts of this broken world. That's your job. Find new paths, the missing cities, lost dungeons, and more. You have to unravel the key to restoring this world. And to find those cuties.” She giggled and darted to me. She leaned in to plant a kiss on the tip of my nose.
Shame I couldn't feel it.
I nodded and then poked at her and opened up the menu. I found a Key Item list and there was a single shard, the Corrupted Fertile Shard. I headed to the pool. This game seemed to hold promise. I hadn't gotten lost in an MMO since I was a much younger man. Back when you played with a mouse and keyboard and used TeamSpeak or Ventrilo (shortened to Vent) to talk to party members.
I stepped into the pool. I could almost feel the water around my feet. There was no sign of these bonus items I paid for. Did I just piss $50,000 down the drain? I snorted, $50,000 she wouldn't get. I was ready to do this. I activated the UI that appeared and activated the Shardpool.
The screen blazed white. Then shimmers of blue danced across the screen. The world faded around me. Then trees rose. Gnarled oaks and tall elms. They waved in a slight breeze rippling through their limbs. Soothing background music played in the background. Soft flutes and a gentle guitar. I peered around. It looked amazing.
“So, I just head down the path?” I asked, clearly in the tutorial area. The brush around me looked too thick to walk out into.
“But beware of monsters,” she said. She leaned in. “I hear there are dangerous beasts around here. But you're a brave Shardhunter. I'm sure you'll be fine.” She gave me a sly grin. “Once you gain a few levels.”
I snorted. She was fun, at least. I had 44 HP and 11 TP. I had two abilities I could use: Yell and Hard Strike. I had an ax in my hand made of copper. Basic, nothing fancy. I had a wooden shield in the other. I wore a coat of copper chainmail, leather pants, and heavy boots. Standard starting gear.
“Come on, dow
n the trail,” Iris said and zipped down it.
I had a pair of healing items on my hot bar. Diluted Potion of Angel Passion. A basic healing item.
As I walked down the trail, I spotted ruins peeking through the brush. The forest didn't look old around those, the trees young. Maybe twenty or thirty years. Something had happened here. This seemed to be that Shattering that happened. I wasn't a big lore geek. I liked to just play, and if the AI was as good on the other girls as on Iris...
This would be fun.
I rounded a curve in the path and it opened up into a clearing where a tan-hided boar stood, with bristles of black fur thrust from its back. A name appeared above it. Green letters announced it as a Black Bristle Boar Level 1. Starter monster.
I grinned and charged in. Unlike those old MMOs, I had to swing my arms. Put some skill into it. Not just using game stats. The boar charged. I lowered my shield, exhilaration beating through me. It crashed into my shield. Wood groaned. The impact pushed me back. Squeals and angry snarls echoed. The tusks scraped along the shield.
I swung my weapon past it, the copper ax flaring in the sunlight. It crashed into the pig's hide. Numbers flew. It's Hit Point bar dwindled in half. I grinned and swung again. It backed up and its back twitched. A bristle shot into my face. I flinched back, heart bursting with a moment of fear.
Then I laughed. It was a game. None of this was real. I took damage, but it was just a stat, a resource. I battered my shield into the boar and swung again and again. I whittled down its life and killed my first monster in Shattered Passion.
Even if there wasn't the promise of sexy girls, I'd be having a blast. I charged down the path, Iris darting and zipping around me. She cheered me on, her naked body looking cute and nubile. A far, far better companion than another fairy in a different game.
The path grew tight again. Orange flowers on vines dangled from tree limbs thrust over my head. I brushed through them, sending them waving. The brush rustled, the soothing background music pulsing through the headset.
The path opened up onto another little meadow. Two of the boars were here. One rolled around on its back, dirt puffing around it. The other lifted its head, eating the green grass, and stared at me. Then it let out an angry roar.
