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  Zoe sauntered up to me, but Trinity and Ember quickly blocked her.

  “Your women are loyal,” Zoe noted. “Any chance that it has anything to do with your legendary magic stick?” Her eyes moved to my junk, and I snapped my fingers in front of her.

  “Excuse me,” I said with a grin. “My eyes are up here.”

  “Are you seriously flirting with this bitch?” Trinity asked as she gave Zoe the stink-eye.

  Zoe rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers. Trinity was suddenly encapsulated in a block of ice with Ember, and Zoe walked around them gracefully.

  “Now that’s just going to piss them off,” I told her.

  A heartbeat later, the block of ice exploded, and a furious Trinity lunged forward.

  “Wait!” I told her, and she stopped inches from the hot orc.

  “I must confess,” said Zoe. “I have heard about you, of course. I followed you and your guild’s progress through the Guild Wars, and I knew that you had inherited this land.”

  “No other players are allowed in the expansion for ten days,” Anna told her. “How the hell did you get in?”

  “I have my ways” Zoe said with mysterious flare.

  “So you decided to take your shot at us, is that it?” I asked.

  “Yes and no. I was testing you out, that is true, but I was also showing you my own power. You may have defeated my first wave, but I have hundreds of orcs at my command. Eventually, I would have won.”

  “And if we killed you?” Nanaya asked with a cocked brow. “Would they have continued to fight?”

  “They are loyal to a fault,” Zoe told her.

  “And what would be the point of showing us your power?” I asked. “Was this an impromptu audition?”

  “You could call it that.”

  “Honey,” said Tweak with a big ape grin. “If you want a ride on the magic stick, you best take a number and get in line. Shit, you know how many requests we get for new guild members?”

  “A shit load, to be sure,” said Zoe. “But I have something that no one else has.”

  “And what’s that?” Stormy asked.

  “An orc army,” said Zoe, extending her arms. When she did, more than a hundred orcs emerged from the camouflage of the underbrush.

  “Steady,” I warned my guild mates as they fanned out and conjured spells into their hands.

  “I propose the following,” said Zoe. “We fight to the death, and when you have all fallen, I loot your bodies of everything you have on you, and I get the bragging rights for having done so.”

  “Fat. Fucking. Chance,” Trinity growled.

  “OR!” the beautiful orc said over her. “You and I fight one on one. If you can overpower and ravish me, then you have my loyalty and that of my orcs forevermore.”

  “Ravish you?” I asked.

  “It is the orc way,” she said with a wink.

  “You can take her, Big Daddy!” Kit cheered.

  “If she wants it, then give it to her,” said Stormy. “We could use an orc army.”

  “Seems like a real win-win for her,” Trinity noted. “If she wins, she gets all our shit and we get knocked down a level. If she loses, she gets to have sex with you.”

  “That’s true,” I said with a glance at the orc.

  She shrugged. “Take it or leave it. That is the offer.”

  I thought about it for a moment. My cock and balls had already cast their votes, and I wondered if the others could see the lump in my robes. It did seem like a better deal for her, given that if we lost, we would all likely die. I wasn’t sure if I could defeat her in combat either. She was a level 66 ice mage, and she was obviously competent.

  “You’ve got a deal,” I said before I talked myself out of it. I didn’t like the whole ravishing part about the deal, but she was more than willing, and I wondered who exactly would end up ravishing whom. Besides, the prospect of gaining a fierce orc army was too good to resist.

  “I hope you know what you’re doing,” said Trinity shaking her head at me.

  “Oh, I know what I’m doing,” I told her.

  “Excellent,” said Zoe. “May the best mage win.”

  I offered her a nod as my guild mates backed up to give us room. The orcs moved back as well, growling and hissing at my guild mates when they got too close.

  Zoe was the first to attack, and as she conjured her spell, I brought up my fire shield. There was a sound like a knife being torn from a sheath, and a moment later Zoe was holding a long icicle cocked back in her right hand. She laughed and threw the pointed shard at me, and it exploded with a hiss of steam against my Fire Shield. The nature of my shield was such that I could still conjure other spells while it was up, and I quickly produced a fireball and extended my hand toward her. My fireball shot across the gap in a blur of motion, but Zoe suddenly brought up an ice shield similar to mine and deflected the fireball toward Trinity.

  The blonde warrior yipped and leapt to the side, and my fireball hit an unfortunate orc behind her, sending him into the rhubarb.

  I cast Fire Storm, and to my amusement, Zoe conjured an ice storm that rained down exploding icicles to match my fiery meteors. We came together in battle beneath the onslaught of fire and ice, me with my enchanted sword, and she with a glowing crystal staff. The two weapons came together with an explosive retort, and we pressed against each other and grinned as the sparks flew. Zoe suddenly spun around in a complete circle, sending my sword out wide with her staff, then she did a perfect split and punched me in the balls.

  “Fuck!” I groaned as I doubled over.

  I barely brought my shield up when she swung the staff at my head, and I found myself bent beneath her powerful blows.

  “What’s wrong, Sammy? Not use to a real woman?” she taunted.

  I retaliated with a Magic Bolt aimed at her stomach, but she twirled away from me and unleashed a spell of her own. Wind, snow, ice, and rain erupted from her palms and left me staggering back. I cursed the shards that bloodied my hands and face, and I roared defiantly as I unleashed Hellfire. The spell hit Zoe and she went up in green flames.

  To my surprise, she stepped out of the pyre unscathed and hit me with a spell that froze me solid.

  Insta-Freeze

  Movement speed reduced to 0%

  Duration – 3 seconds

  Three second was a long time, especially when you were fighting an ice mage. I watched through frozen eyes as Zoe went through an intricate spell pattern, and I cringed as I began to thaw out.

  She unleashed her new spell as soon as my movement returned, but I was still too late to stop the big snowball that erupted from her right palm. The thing grew to five feet wide as it sailed toward me, and when it crashed into me, I was sucked right into it and taken for the ride of my life. Darkness surrounded me as I spun with the snowball, feeling like I was in a centrifuge. When I finally came to a stop, it was against a thick oak tree. I bounced off and fell into the white powder, groaning with pain.

  Zoe suddenly landed on top of me and punched me in the nose, and I had all I could do to get ahold of her wrists. When I did, she head butted me in my sore nose. I used my superior weight to gain the upper hand and rolled on top of her, pinning down her arms.

  “You’ll never have me!” She got an arm free and grabbed ahold of my cock and gave it a hard squeeze.

  I groaned against the pain and grabbed her by the neck.

  “Is this what you want, you crazy bitch!” I said, grabbing her top and ripping it off with a growl.

  Her breasts burst from their confinement and jiggled as Zoe thrashed and moaned.

  “Oh Samson,” she panted and squeezed my cock harder.

  I fell on top of her and kissed her, and in return she bit by bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

  “Aww!” I yelled and reeled back.

  She grinned at me and released a spell right in my face, and I was thrown back by a gale of cold wind. I landed on my back a few feet away and scrambled to my feet, conjuring my Fire Shi
eld.

  Zoe wasn’t where she had been, instead there was only a swirling tornado of ice and snow. It shot toward me and I brought up my shield, but Zoe suddenly emerged from the whirlwind and slammed into me with her ice shield. We rolled and wrestled on the ground, me trying to gain the upper hand and she trying to tear my clothes off. By the time I got control of her, we were both practically naked.

  She panted and grinned up at me. I had a handful of her hair firm in my hand, but it seemed to turn her on.

  “You’re a crazy bitch, you know that?” I said with a laugh.

  She nodded, then she punched me in the face and laughed. I growled and tried to grab her arm, but she wrapped her bare legs around me and suddenly squeezed the breath right out of me. My cock was rock hard, and I knew it was mere inches from her green slit. I fought against her powerful legs, pinned her wrists to the ground above her head, and I thrust forward.

  When I entered her, Zoe let out a cry of passion that sent birds erupting from the treetops.

  The horny orc woman rolled me over and choked me with two hands as she abused my cock with her tight green pussy. I had all I could do to keep myself breathing as she choked me and bounced on my shaft like it was a pogo stick. I managed to rip her hands off my throat and rolled her over. She panted and begged for more as I secured her smaller hands behind her back and began thrusting into her from behind.

  We fucked like wild animals for nearly a half hour, and when the last of our orgasmic spasms shook our sweaty bodies, she fell on top of me panting like she had just run a marathon.

  Congratulations!

  You’ve reached Level 67!

  “That’s sooo cool,” said Zoe as she happily read her own notification.

  “You’re nuts,” I told her with a laugh.

  “You haven’t seen nothing yet, babe,” she said with a musical laugh.

  We put our clothes on and shared one last passionate kiss before returning to the clearing where the fight had begun.

  I met my guild mates with a smile and opened my arms wide. “My friends, we’ve just gained an orc army.”

  Chapter 6

  “Welcome to Haven,” I said to Zoe as the tower and surrounding tent city came into view.

  “What the hell is that?” she asked, turning her pierced nose up at the tower.

  “It’s a work in progress,” I said.

  “You weaseled your way in at the ground floor,” said Trinity as she passed on her horse. “Consider yourself lucky.”

  “Is she always such a bitch?” Zoe asked, looking amused.

  “Nah, she’s a sweetheart,” I said loud enough for the warrior to hear. “She just takes a little while to warm up to new guild mates.”

  We rode into the tent city, and the villagers that we had rescued cried out in alarm when they saw the orc army following behind us.

  “It’s alright,” I said, raising my hand. “These orcs have sworn fealty to me. They will harm no one!”

  I glanced at Zoe with a look that told her that her orcs had better not attack anyone, then waved at the crowd once more. “I have also secured trade with the gnomes of Square City. Soon we will have the metals that we need for weapons and armor, as well as the building materials needed to build our beautiful city. Fear not, my friends, for you are safe in Haven!”

  I told Zoe that her orcs could set up on the north side of the tower near the foothills and told the rest of my guild that I would be back shortly. I needed to go and see my mage trainer and learn my new spell, and I had needed to have the level 66 robes that I had been holding on to enchanted.

  In Aeorock I met up with Frisco, the leader of the Purrrrsian Empire, and we stopped in to Cecilia’s place to have a beer. I told him about the trade deal that I had made, and how I had acquired a new guild mate and an orc army. He grinned through all of it and laughed when I told him about the looks the villagers had given the orcs.

  “Sounds like things are coming along,” he noted.

  “Not fast enough,” I admitted. “In just a few days, other players are going to be able to explore the new kingdom, and I’ve just begun gathering my army.”

  “If you need any help don’t be afraid to ask,” he said with sincerity on in his panther face.

  “Oh, he’ll need help,” came a voice behind me.

  “Bogrum,” I sighed.

  Frisco rose to face the leader of the Orc Chieftains, and I followed his lead, inwardly groaning when I saw that he had half his guild with him, but that wasn’t all.

  The leaders of the Dragons of Fury and the Doomlords came to stand beside Bogrum, and I started pretending to count them all.

  “You got enough muscle with you?” I asked the guild leaders. “Or do you want a few minutes to gather more?”

  The crowd noticed the stand off and suddenly became silent. There were about fifty patrons in the pub who were all friends of Cecelia’s and therefore loyal to me and my guild above all but their own.

  Bogrum and the other guild leaders noticed the stern looking crowd, and he scoffed.

  “Always hiding behind someone, aren’t you Polly Anna?”

  “Dude, you lost, you all lost against Heavy Metal Thunder. Get some class man and let it go.”

  “The only thing we’re going to let go of is your body after we hold you over a cliff,” said one of the orcs.

  Everyone, including his own guild leader glanced at him like he was a moron.

  “What a dork,” said a woman in the crowd.

  “Says the furry!” the orc retorted.

  “Shut up, Glimson!” Bogrum bellowed, and half the patrons chuckled.

  “Soon we will be able to venture into your new realm,” said the leader of the Doom Lords. “And when we do, we’re going to—”

  “Hold on,” I said, grabbing a pen and paper from my interface. “If you’re going to reveal your entire strategy, I want to write it down.” I pressed pencil to paper and looked back up at him. “Ok, go ahead.”

  “Keep smiling, funny man,” he said with disgust.

  “No,” I said, scratching my head. “I think you were about to say that you were going to kick our asses or something.”

  “You and that blonde warrior whore of yours screwed me out of a win,” said the leader of the Doom Lords. “Don’t think for a second that I have forgotten.”

  “Forgotten what?” I said. “Sorry, I was distracted by that fly that just flew out of your nose. You need a handkerchief?”

  The big dude unsheathed his sword, but so too did about half the pub patrons.

  “Save it for the battlefield,” said Bogrum, grabbing the guild leader’s arm.

  When they left, I sat back down at the table and downed the rest of my beer.

  “I think I might take you up on that offer to help,” I told Frisco. “What do you want in return?”

  He shrugged, acting like he hadn’t considered it before.

  “Don’t play coy,” I said. “I know you’ve got a number floating around in your head.”

  “A number?” he said, looking shocked. “Don’t be insulting. I don’t want money for my guild’s services.”

  “What do you want?”

  “A place in your court,” he admitted. “Nothing major, a title, lands, maybe a castle.”

  “You got it,” I told him, and we shook hands to seal the deal.

  Frisco left me with promises to be there when the ban was lifted on anyone entering my new land, and I headed to the mage trainer’s place. I found the old man working with a couple newbies who were learning Arcane Lightning, and when they saw me, their faces lit up.

  “Holy shit, Samson Sullivan?” said one, a cute cleric with long red hair.

  “On my god, can we get an autograph?” said her friend, a short, stout dwarf woman.

  “Sure,” I said, conjuring a quill from my interface. “Where should I sign?”

  They both glanced at each other, then back to me, and suddenly pulled their tops down. Four beautiful titties stared me in the face
, and I did my duty, holding them firm while I signed each one.

  I left the girls giggling and followed the mage trainer to the vast library.

  “You know that I just learn the hand gestures and read the lore after,” I told him.

  He glanced around conspiratorially and leaned in. “This isn’t about that,” he hissed. “I would ask a favor.”

  “From me?”

  “No, from your uncle. Yes, yes, of course from you.”

  “What’s up, what do you need?”

  His eyes searched the room shrewdly, then he leaned even closer. “I have a friend in the land that has just been discovered. Your land. His name is Brindlemire. He is a very old, and very powerful mage. I have not seen or heard from him in fifty years, but just last night he came to me in a dream. He has been the captive of the barbarian tribe Akka’Ren all this time.”

  “And you want me to rescue him,” I said.

  “Yes. You know the new land better than anyone, and you have proven to provide surprising results. Help me Samson, and you will be greatly rewarded.”

  “Keep talking,” I said.

  “What?”

  “What will you give me and my guild if we do this? It sounds like a very dangerous quest, and I don’t risk my guild mate’s lives for nothing.”

  “If you rescue Brindlemire and bring him here, you and your guild can have your pick of anything you see here,” he said, extending his hand toward his vast inventory of battle robes.

  “Now you’re talking,” I said, ogling the high-level section. “But I’m the only mage. Well, no, we did just gain an ice mage, but my other guild mates have no use for your robes.”

  “Then they can sell them,” he said with a shrug.

  I looked at the vast array of robes on display. Some of them carried a price tag of over fifty thousand gold.

  “You’ve got a deal,” I told him.

  We shook on it, and the mage trainer walked me through the hand gestures to conjure my new Fire Elemental. When I finally got the spell right, an eight-foot-tall fire spirit appeared at my side. He had no legs, but kind of a tail like a genie might. His arms were long and his shoulders broad, and with the face of a non-descript ghost he smiled at me.