CHAPTER 3
OPPORTUNITY
Before Robby and Abby could move, they were set upon by the other team they’d just defeated. The Martial Warrior came over and shoved Robby against the stone wall. “You cheated, you filthy swine.”
“You robbed me of my XP!” Robbie raged back. “You could at least lose like a man.”
The Steampunk took a swing at Abby, but the young Rogue only ducked under the blow, and put a poisoned knife to the Steampunk’s neck. She hissed at him like a feral cat. The warrior let Robby go to confront her.
Robbie kicked him in the back, and sent him flying forward into the Steampunk. Both men collapsed to the ground in a heap. Laughing, Abby and Robbie quickly left the room before things got out of hand. The other team were sore losers, but they were fellow free people, unaligned to one of the major human factions of Visaria. And the free people had to stick together.
“Let’s head home and call it a day,” Abby said, as they passed the old leaderboards that once showed Visaria Online players who had accumulated the most player kills or whose teams had won the most battle Royales.
Robbie followed after her, ignoring the cries of protest in the other room from the two losers.
Outside the PVP lobby keep, they passed the two NPC guards at the giant metal gate and a group of players preparing to enter a PVP battle. When they had left the keep behind, Robbie glanced at Abby, and found her smiling. “You fought well in there, babe,” he said.
Brushing back her auburn hair, she waved dismissively, her long nails curled. “Rogues are overpowered when in the right hands.”
That made him laugh. He put his arms through hers and decided to deal with distributing his stat and talent point from leveling up. He placed his stat point in Might, as he liked the idea of his pet doing more damage. Cleopatra had proven very useful in his fight with the warrior.
For his talent point, he placed in the Animalistic tree, unlocking the Bestial Maul passive perk, which increased his pet’s base damage.
That done, he looked over his character panel.
Robbie Owleye
Race: Human
Class: Poacher
Skill Focus: Balanced Animistic and Hunter
Level: 7
Player Kills: 14
Might: 12 (BASE: 6+5 from equipment) (1 Might increases trap and pet damage by 2 per point)
Dexterity: 14 (BASE:7+8 from equipment) (1 Dexterity increases Poacher AP by 5)
Intellect: 1
Spirit: 1
Luck: 3
HP: 235 (BASE: 190+45 from equipment
EN: 100
AP: 205 (BASE: 150+15 from weapon +40 from equipment)
DEF: 70 (BASE: 20+50 from equipment)
XP: 8118/11000
Abby grinned. “Meow. I finally get my Silence ability.” She pretended to stab the air with her twin daggers. “What you get?”
“Cleopatra will be happy when I resummon her.” He told her where he placed his points. “Too bad I can’t summon her around polite company.” He was referring to the people of the city of Thorn. Being a worg, and a monstrous-looking one at that, Cleopatra scared the local NPC’s and would cause more problems than it was worth.
Abby studied him with crossed eyes, no doubt checking his stats. He did the same for her, just out of curiosities sake.
Abby the Ripper (with equipment)
Race: Human
Class: Rogue
Skill Focus: Poisoner
Level: 7
Player Kills: 16
Might: 1
Dexterity: 18 (BASE:7+8 from equipment) (1 Dexterity increases AP by 5 and evasion by 2)
Intellect: 1
Spirit: 1
Luck: 11 (1 Luck increases critical hit chance by 3%, increases success chance at pick pocket and locks)
HP: 230 (BASE: 190+40 from equipment)
EN: 100
AP: 235 (BASE: 175+15 from weapons +45 from equipment)
DEF: 70 (BASE: 20+50 from equipment)
XP: 8134/11000
Nice, he thought as he remembered their time together. They met when they were both lowly level 1’s, and had hit it off right away. Both had come from the same city out in the real world, and both had lost their entire family during the war against the machines who stole the earth from humanity. He was on his second of three lives, she was on her third. The exiled home of humanity, Visaria Online, only allowed a player three lives before they were returned kicking and screaming to the confines of their own frozen brain.
Robbie tried not to think of the real world if he could avoid it. The thought of his real body being out there somewhere, frozen underground in a stasis chamber, fed through cables, reminded him too much of a baby locked inside its mother’s womb for eternity. How long had he been frozen out there? In some ways, it felt like centuries, in others—
“Hey, you look like you’re brooding again,” Abby said, pressing herself against him. “Meow. Do I need to kiss you to make you smile again?” She did her imitation of a cat’s purr, to show she was content.
“You can kiss me whenever you like.” He grinned. “My thoughts just carried me away again.”
“Stop thinking of the old world then. I don’t, not anymore.” She glanced around at the wooden buildings edging the streets. “This is my home now.”
NPC children played in the front gardens of the well-tended houses. Players strolled down the street, talking in groups. Thorn was one of the better cities within the Independent City States. It was large, had a decent sized army, with a healthy contingent of players to lead it, and had all the facilities NPC’s and players could ever need. Better than all that, Thorn and the other free cities were at peace.
Let the Imperium and the Republic fight their stupid wars. The free people either ignored their much more numerous player brethren in the two superpowers or profited from them, by joining one side or the other as mercenaries.
Heading down a narrow street, they finally reached the white picket fence with the willow tree leaning over it. Home.
They stared up at the two-story structure proudly. They had yet to paint the walls or put a proper roof on it, but those things would come in time. They’d spent the last year building this thing, gathering much of the materials themselves and crafting what they could.
It was their tiny part of Visaria.
When they were inside, he shut the door and then lifted Abby off the floor. “Let’s end the day on a high note.”
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Abby snuggled against him and continued to purr, her nipples hard against his chest. She continued to purr as he pressed her up against the wall, shoving his tongue into her mouth. He pulled off her leather armor pants, careful not to remove the belt holding up her tail (as that would instantly kill her lusty mood) their lips never parting, then he removed his own.
As she wrapped her legs around his waist, he rammed his pelvis against her. It didn’t take much to get him hard around Abby, especially when she had her legs around him. At first, he didn’t enter her, but only rubbed his crotch against hers, making her moan deep in her throat.
Soon she could no longer take him not being inside her, and used her legs to crush him against her, thrusting her pelvis, forcing him deep inside her, her juices almost dripping. Not that he complained, he loved the feel of sliding up into her, all the way to the end of his shaft. Moaning in ecstasy, she broke away from his lips and began biting his neck.
Holding her to him, he moved her away from the wall, so they both had room to maneuver. She leaned back, as he grabbed her upper arms so he could pull her to him, and ram her with all his might, over and over again, her large, firm breasts, bouncing back and forth.
“You’re so deep, I love it when you get in this deep, purr. Purr.” Her face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, glistening with their shared saliva. “Do me like a dirty stray cat in heat. Do me until I—”
Robbie carried her upstairs to their bedroom, not stopping once from thrusting inside her. He shoved her on the bed, and jammed his tongue back in her mouth, pressing it up against hers. Abby spread her legs as wide as she could, so he sank deeper inside her.
She meowed in her throat with ecstasy as she orgasmed. He refused to let her turn her head away, he wanted to be in her mouth, her pussy all at once. Reaching around, he grabbed her butt cheeks, gripping them so tightly, he knew it was hurting her. But she loved it when he did that. She’d told him there was a thin line between pain and pleasure, and she enjoyed being right on the edge.
Abby had three orgasms in a row before he let her turn away. Her whole body shook under him, her eyes rolling back in her head, her juices squelching with every one of his thrusts.
It was time to let himself go. Thirty seconds later, he slowed a few moments, then rammed himself in her as deep as he could, and grunted in ecstasy as he exploded up inside her, imagining his cum shooting up into her digital womb. Sex here felt better than out in the real world in his opinion. Here everyone was fit, and it was so much easier for a guy to hold back.
Plus, when a guy came, it lasted a full minute. A minute of life-changing bliss…
That always ended with 0/100 energy.
And the Struck Senseless debuff that lasted 3 minutes, that made it hard to do anything but lie there gasping for air.
He collapsed onto her, his mouth pressed to her ear. “I love you.”
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Early the next morning they were woken by a loud knock on the door. They sat up in bed, instinctively reaching for their weapons before even thinking of putting on some clothes. Climbing out of bed, they slipped into some underwear and headed for the entrance to their bedroom. Taking a deep breath, Robbie swung open the door. Abby went into stealth, and headed downstairs first. He followed her, careful to make sure he kept a good distance between them. She would slip out the back, and circle around the house and attack whoever was out there from behind if they proved to be a threat.
When he neared the front door, Robbie put his dagger on the bench beside it, keeping his blade within easy reach. Without his full armor on, he would be deficient in stats, but it would have taken too long to reequip everything. Unlike in the old days, where everything had been done via an in-game menu, in the exiled Visaria, items had to be put on manually. Just like the real world. For all he knew, it might only be the old NPC couple who lived next door. The old women loved baking them cakes and cookies, and then would come for a visit and not stop talking for an hour!
Robby opened the door and pretended to be half asleep, to not give the impression he was ready for anything.
Two men and a woman, all players, stood outside. They moved back a step as Robbie stretched, yawned and squinted in the bright morning sun.
One of the men scratched at his nose. “Are you Robbie Owleye?”
Robbie slouched against the door frame trying to look as relaxed as possible. “Maybe. Depends who you are.”
The three strangers glanced at one another before the man spoke again. “We watched you and your partner fighting in the battle royale yesterday.” His eyes ran up the long scar across Robbie’s stomach. “You fought well.”
Robbie forced himself not to frown. “Yea, we did. Now, what's this about?” Already he wanted to be back in bed holding Abby and playing with her fake tail as she purred in his ear, pressing herself against him. Whoa, calm down. Remember I'm in my underwear.
The man lifted his chin and put a hand on his sword hilt but clearly didn't mean to draw it. “We are Independent City State agents working for the mercenary company Wildstar. You know of that company?”
Robbie did, but he let the man explain so that he could search for Abby. She should be out the front by now but he couldn't see her.
“I guess you don't.” The man had taken Robbie’s silence as ignorance. “We’re a company that recruits free city players and NPC fighters who have proven themselves to be resourceful PVP fighters. You're no doubt aware of the ongoing conflict between the Imperium and the Republic.”
Robbie shrugged, still searching for Abby while trying not to make it obvious.
“Well, as you may already be aware, both sides have a hunger for free city fighters to join their ranks. Now—”
“How much are you gonna pay us? We're happy here, building our house and participating in battle Royales for xp and gold.”
“I like your brashness.” The red-headed middle-aged woman stepped forward and gave him a hard look with her pale blue eyes. Robbie judged her a killer, a veteran of many battles, someone who would take what she wanted and damn the consequences.
He liked her already.
She held out her hand. “My name’s Cytheria.”
After a moment, he took her hand and shook it. “No point introducing myself. You already know who I am.”
Cytheria glanced past him into the house. “Where is your cat lady?”
Just as she finished speaking, Abby came around the corner of the house, her dagger at the neck of another player. Dressed only in her undergarments, she made quite the sight.
The two men with Cytheria drew their swords and hurried to aid the captured man. Robbie grabbed his dagger and prepared for battle.