I poked the fire with my stick, watching how the fire released sparks in the form of flaming ash as I nudged it. Pretty sparkles, I thought to myself, dancing at the end of my bonfire, illuminating the strangely empty night sky. Only one moon hung overhead, but somehow I knew a second moon would soon follow. Why did the sparkles seem so familiar, I wondered.
In front of me, the tranquil waves lapped against the shore. I sniffed the damp air. It wasn’t the sea, it smelled of freshwater, how odd, I thought to myself. Why was I on an island in the middle of a lake? My mind felt dim, and my memories elusive.
I shrugged and stood up, stretching my massive muscles to relieve the strain of sitting still. My leg kind of ached, as if I’d caught it in some sort of snare and I’d had to yank it out forcibly. A memory tickled the back of my mind, but it was gone.
I was Sleeping Sam, the manly barbarian, was I not? Did it matter where that odd nickname came from? No. My past was not important, I was a simple man who lived in the now. I grabbed my trusty longbow and quiver then turned towards the forest at my back. Time to go hunting, I thought to myself, I could already taste the fresh deer meat cooked over an open blaze.
Walking through the moonlit forest, I wondered if I should feel scared. Were there monsters here? Creatures of the dark that could threaten a barbarian like me? I chuckled, no I was too strong and manly. My big muscles would carry me through any adversity. Why else was I only wearing a fur loincloth and boots? It was so my foes could see my perfect body and tremble in fear.
I trudged onwards, confidently, until I happened upon a moonlit clearing, where a beautiful elf sat on a rock, dressed in flimsy nearly translucent white silk. She saw me and her face broke into a massive, and rather predatory, smile. Despite the immense size difference between us, me a hunk of a barbarian man, her a slender elven woman, I suddenly felt nervous. Why though? I was Sleeping Sam the barbarian. I feared nothing, I reminded myself. I may not be very bright, but I could let my muscles do the talking.
“I found you!” She said with a laugh, rising to her feet. “It wasn’t easy, you know.” She said pouting her lips as she walked towards me, swaying her hips seductively.
“Do I know you?” I asked her, my voice sounding timid. I felt oddly nervous and I didn’t know why. Sleeping Sam feared no one, why would I fear this elf? I could snap her in half with a single flex of my mighty biceps, I reminded myself. But my eyes fell on her perky breasts, and the way the fabric did nothing to hide the tiny peaks straining against the soft silk. I felt my mouth grow dry and my palms sweaty. There were also other stirrings, I realized, in a place where another mighty muscle normally slept.
The elf reached me and trailed her fingers along my chin. “Were you listening when I told Tom?” She asked, “I’m a virtual slut, and look, here we are in this tiny little virtual world you hid away in. Just you and me.” Her voice was husky as she walked behind me, and then I felt her hands upon my buttocks.
“What are you doing?” I asked, confused. I didn’t know this Tom, nor what virtual meant. My mind was a fog, for all my strength as a mighty barbarian, the gods had not seen fit to grant me wits, I lamented. Sleeping Sam did not know what to do.
“Oh man, you could crack a walnut on these cheeks, you are a beast. I saw that android body at the meeting but this is even better, you’ve made it more realistic, made it your own.” She sounded eager as she kneaded my taught muscles.
I whirled and caught her arms, easily holding both of her thin wrists in a single strong hand. “You talk of things I do not know,” I told her gruffly, feeling the faint stirrings of anger. Who was this elven woman to take such liberties?
“Oh, did you want to play rough?” she asked, her face flushed and her perfect bosoms heaving with excitement. “Will you ravish this poor helpless maiden? I’m but a frail flower,” she said with a grin at odds with her fearful tone, “please be gentle.”
Mildly disgusted with myself and her, I let go of her wrists. “Sleeping Sam forces no woman,” I told her.
“Pity.” She said with a sigh and a pout. “But what if I were to force you? How hard will you resist when you can’t even remember who you really are?” She reached behind her neck and undid the clasp holding her clothes in place.
As if by magic the flimsy gown fell away, revealing her perfect form. My mind went blank, I’d never seen such perfection, the implausibly large breasts narrowing to an incredibly thin waist with wide hips? She looked a lot less slender unclothed than she had clothed. Was it magic? Was she some evil enchantress come to deceive me? I pulled my gaze away from her pale as cream curvy skin and deep red nipples up to her dark emerald green eyes. In the moonlight, they looked like endless pools of seductive poison.
“Sleeping Sam not fool, you try to trick me. Why you do this, enchantress?” I asked hoarsely, trying to back away as she advanced closer.
“Why? Because I’m naughty and a slut. But only here, where it doesn’t matter,” she said with a laugh. “And something tells me you’ve never had sex as a man before. I want to take your male virtual virginity.”
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Was Sleeping Sam truly a virgin? Surely a mighty barbarian such as I had had plenty of women before. But I could remember nothing. It was as if tonight were the first night I was alive, and I felt fear of this tiny woman. “No, wait… I’m not...” I was backing away still, causing her to laugh.
With a wave of her hands, vines rose up out of the ground and wrapped around me, dragging me helplessly down to the soft loamy grass. I struggled to pull free, but somehow the vines were too strong even for my mighty muscles to break.
“I don’t think you’re resisting very hard,” the naked elf told me in a sultry voice, “But, I can fix that, the hard part, I mean,” She kneeled down next to me and used more magic to make my loincloth disappear. “I think I can make you very hard indeed,” she told me with a wicked grin.
I groaned as I felt her lips take me in, gentle suction drawing a certain part of me to rigid attention. I wanted to object, to keep trying to break free. But this sensation? It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Suddenly, I knew she’d told the truth, this was my first time, surely I’d be able to remember something so incredible. I arched my back and gasped, trying to force myself into her mouth as fast and hard as I could. There seemed to be no end to her though, she easily took me in in her entirety, despite the fact that I was visibly too large to fit inside her petite mouth. Her tongue seemed like it was many tongues at once, swirling every which way, and in no time at all, I felt a mighty surge.
With a groan I fell limply on the ground, shattered by the pleasure I’d never known before. I felt the vines fall away, but I made no move to get up. The elf licked her lips and told me, “I can pick the flavor, you know? Today it tasted like coconuts, in honor of the whole deserted island motif.”
“What?” I asked dully, confused, my mind still reeling from my recent experience. Did my seed really taste like coconuts? I felt an odd desire to taste it myself. Why would I want such a thing? It wasn’t a very manly thing to want. She must have seen something in my expression, because she leaned in and kissed me deeply, and indeed, I could taste it, the sweet flavor of coconuts.
As she continued to kiss me, her tongue dancing with mine, her hand grasped me again, in a place that had begun to relax, and with a few strokes, she’d made me fully tense again.
“I was supposed to find you and wake you up. I volunteered, you know, cause I’m a pro at Shipnets. You could almost call me a hacker, but really it's very simple when you know a few things,” she explained as she adjusted her position so she was squatting over me, aiming me towards the supple flesh between her legs. I watched helpless, unwilling to move despite my lack of restraints as she sat down abruptly, filling herself with me. I gasped as I felt her wet insides wrap around me.
“Oh my, that probably would have hurt if I’d done it this way in the real. I’m not at all this “accommodating” with my actual flesh, you know.” She told me with an amused giggle. “The thing is, you can decide the inner geometries of your own avatar. I’m much bigger on the inside,” She giggled again as she started to move up and down. “I fucked a giant once, just for the LOL's, and yet, I’m still as tight as a virgin.”
“You are a very sick woman.” I told her, breathlessly, “But your magic is strong,” I admitted.
“Not as strong as your magic, Sam, What you did to the ship? Oh man, that made me wet. It was amazing, Sam, more amazing than this.” She confided, pausing briefly to stare intently at me. “I want to know how you did it. I checked the logs, and it had something to do with magnets. How do they work, right?” She said, grinding her hips in circles as I moaned. “Think I could interrogate it out of you this way? Or am I just going to get more coconut milk?” She asked with a chuckle.
I had no idea what the crazy enchantress was talking about, but she did indeed get more coconut milk out of me as I released again. “Are you a succubus?” I asked, concerned. She didn’t seem tired at all, while I felt as if I’d run a marathon despite being something of a passive participant. “You aren't even sweating,” my own muscled body was slick with sweat yet she was as fresh as if she’d stepped out of a shower. Wait, what was a shower? I asked myself with a brief frown.
“I could be if you wanted me to be.” She told me with a sly grin. “But no, I’m just a VR slut who’s cracked the system a bit. There is no spoon and all that. I don’t like sweating, not even in VR. But if you find the strength to ravish me, I might actually cum myself. Tell you a little secret? I’m more of an M than an S if you know what I mean.” She pulled herself off me with a wet plop, then laid down next to me, legs spread lewdly, breasts arched. “Are you truly a barbarian? Show me. Punish me for my wickedness. I’m a very bad girl.”
With a growl, I rose to my knees, grabbed her legs roughly, and draped them over my shoulders. “You’re one fucked up bitch, Margaret,” I told her as I prepared to follow her command. And just like that, I suddenly remembered who I was.
“What the fuck? Why would you do this?” I asked her. Furious, I disintegrated this tiny world and forced myself awake.
For a moment I simply existed in an empty void alone, my body morphing back to its normal feminine form. Then Margaret’s laughing voice echoed in the darkness, “Ah don’t be mad, this was just the most entertaining way to wake you up. What was the harm?” she asked. I shuddered and used my admin power to boot her off the system, at least temporarily.
I then created a room with a shower and stepped inside, bonking my head repeatedly against the wall as I let cold water wash over me. “What was the harm?” I asked myself. I wasn’t sure, but yet, I did feel a little violated. “That wasn’t nice, Margaret, I’ll remember this,” I promised. But for now, I had more pressing concerns. With a sigh, I booted Doppel up and remembered to put on some nondescript clothes before I projected my hologram back onto the ship’s bridge.