Blake lay awake with his half naked Korean girlfriend. At least, he thought she was his girlfriend. In the robo-apocalypse and after the re-forming of reality they’d come to call ‘The Great Game’, old relationship rules seemed…rather out the window.
There was, after all, no Facebook status to check. There was no internet, for that matter. Most of the world was just an empty, swirling maelstrom of natural life and monsters trying to kill you. But Blake had made peace with that. He sighed and looked at the beautiful girl asleep in his arms, her exposed breasts squished tight against his chest.
Her name was Seul-ki, and she was a ‘player’ in the game like him, as opposed to ‘civilians’ who couldn’t hurt players and vice versa. She had helped him greatly in deposing the former chief of their settlement—currently called Nassau, though he supposed he might change it. And despite their various intimacies, she was somewhat mysterious.
He didn’t actually know the name of her class. She could even alter her appearance, which she did with everyone but him. He was the only one who knew how beautiful she was. That thought rather pleased him, and as she sighed slightly he pulled her in even closer and kissed her hair.
Yeah, he decided. Girlfriend.
Probably. But then it wasn’t like he could meet her parents.
They’d all entered this ‘new world’ alone, told their ‘old commitments and ties’ were officially gone.
But that wasn’t true for Blake, nor for his brother Mason who’d bled and killed his way to Blake through a giant forest. This thought, too, made him smile. They had been together since the age of five—orphans adopted by the same family. Blake had sworn nothing would ever separate them, and he meant to keep that promise. Even if RoboGod had other plans.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Seul-ki mumbled and kissed Blake’s chest.
He sighed. Because my mind is filled with thoughts on how to level and how to grow and develop this town and also about your naked body?
“Restless. I might just get up.”
“Do you need help sleeping?” Seul-ki trailed a delicate finger down Blake’s chest and stomach, and he felt his dick twitch without her even touching it.
It wouldn’t help, he knew. Empty balls almost never stopped Blake’s mind from running off for more than a minute. He slid his hand down her back and gently slapped her ample ass.
“It’s worth a try.”
Seul-ki rose up and yawned with a cute little sound, her eyes half closed as her breasts jiggled with the movement. Then she dropped down to her hands and knees and leaned in for a sleepy, intimate kiss. Blake cupped her face and deepened it, tasting her tongue and licking her lips as she moaned slightly.
“OK,” she said, grinning against him. “But later you owe me a nice, long back rub.” With that she trailed kisses down his chest and stomach, teasing him as she worked her way around his manhood. He was already hard at the sight of her curves, but he stayed disciplined and just held her hair.
Seul-ki was a virgin. She’d been sucking him off almost nightly since they’d started fooling around, but she was from a conservative culture and family and had yet to get past the idea of sex before marriage. He was working on that. He was, in fact, manipulating her mind with his magic powers—a reality she both knew about and encouraged him to keep doing.
Life in the apocalypse, it was fair to say, was complicated.
Blake inhaled as Seul-ki’s thick lips slipped over the head of his cock. He leaned against the wall as she slurped and licked, working his shaft with both hands. He was somewhat gifted in both size and sexual stamina, and the little Korean girl always had to work hard to please him.
But the determined look on her face, the shape of her hips as she started bobbing and taking him deeper was already starting to get him closer.
The truth was he wanted to start draining his mana into Mental Influence and maybe even use Mind Bend, commanding her to take off her clothes so he could slide deep into that tight, little…
No. He forced himself to focus with a healthy dose of will. He’d decided on rules. Good feelings towards him, build up her enjoyment. That was all. That was alright, wasn’t it?
Just enjoy it and relax. Let her do her thing and get you off.
He decided to distract himself by pulling up his neglected profile.
Blake Nimitz
Level: 6
Class: Arcanist
Secondary Class:
Strength - 2
Dexterity - 2
Vitality - 3
Intellect - 8
Will - 6
Presence - 10
Luck - 42
Titles: Alpha01, Alpha Tester, Patron, Killer
Powers: Mental Influence (enhanced), Telekinesis, Meditation, Mind Bend, Arcane Affinity, Arcane Blast
There was some stat increases in there for sure. Blake actually had two levels waiting to be assigned—level five and six, which he’d earned after defeating the former chief of Nassau and taking the town. Nearly everyone had a time limit, but it seemed becoming a town patron increased that time limit considerably, giving him several days.
Tonight, though, was his last, and mostly the reason he couldn’t sleep. He pulled up his player profile, hoping maybe reading it all again might help him decide.
[Accessing Player Profile. Level(s) to apply. Please make your choices, or bonuses will be automatically selected in six hours.]
Yeah, yeah.
He might have been annoyed, but instead he sighed at the feel of Seul-ki’s tongue slowly sliding up his shaft, his tension draining away.
Focus, he reminded himself. You’re almost out of time. You have to make a damn decision!
The problem was this: Blake was currently an Arcanist class—a very broad generalist that gave him a huge array of power choices. But level five was forcing him to specialize. And as usual, his list was immense. They were listed in alphabetical order, and he’d counted at least fifty-three different class options. Most he discounted instantly.
Purely offensive classes like ‘pyromancer’ were not his style, and likely also foolish. Live by the flame, die by the flame, and all that. What Blake really wanted was flexibility. The ‘Guild Mage’ appealed to him—it seemed associated with his status as a settlement patron, the idea being to lead a cabal of wizards and gain various bonuses. But the only ‘wizards’ he knew were Seul-ki, and a Bellarussian named Alex, another support class with ill-defined loyalty.
Kineticist? It matched his telekinesis power, but he rarely used it. And the class sounded vaguely like a masseuse.
His eyes rolled away from the text as Seul-ki sunk him two thirds of the way into her throat. She gagged slightly, but seemed entirely determined to learn how to swallow his whole length. He gathered up her long, dark hair to help her out, but didn’t control her speed, still letting her do her thing.
Right. Classes. Fuck it. It was time for brutal objectivity and honesty. He wasn’t even going to consider ninety per cent of the choices. When it came right down to it, after whining about his loss of freedom, he was going to take one of two choices: Arcane Steward, or Psion.
[Arcane Steward. Arcane affinity. Mana caster. Seer, advisor, battle mage. In and out of combat, the Arcane Steward can both lead and follow. Applicability: high.
[Psion. Mental Affinity. Mana caster. Master of mind magic. The Psion is a flexible and worthy adversary both in and out of combat. Applicability: high.
The Steward was clearly designed to be some kind of patron-wizard. It seemed like a ‘leader’ class, magic mixed with support functions. He didn’t have enough detail to know how it worked precisely and dearly wished he did. Such classes in video games could either be underwhelming and unnecessary, or vital to practically every team. But with the way this damn game worked he had no way of knowing in advance.
Psion, on the other hand, was the obvious choice for how he’d experienced the game thus far. His ‘mind’ powers were his absolute mainstay and how he’d survived. But he’d also picked those powers mostly on a whim, hoping he would greatly expand his repertoire of spells in the future, eventually having something for every situation. It seemed, however, the game wanted specialists.
Seul-ki’s moan interrupted Blake’s thoughts. He blinked to see she was fingering herself under her panties as she sucked him, the sight and sound again bringing him close to the edge.
He had definitely learned his frequent blowjobs were not entirely for his benefit. The little Korean girl was hugely turned on by a cock in her mouth, and it was fair to say he didn’t mind one bit. His dick twitched and pressure built in his balls, but he fought the orgasm down. Not yet. Not yet.
He stared at Psion for the thousandth time and felt a different kind of willpower breaking down.
Fuck it. You know the answer, he realized. Accept reality. You can’t have it all.
All his life he’d loved superheroes and villains, and if someone had asked him what one ability he could pick, it would be mind powers. A thought vaguely flickered through his brain, probably with far less concern than it should have.
Am I Professor X, he wondered briefly, or Mister Mind?
It didn’t matter. That was the truth. Life was grey and survival and didn't give a shit about little boys who ran away to be homeless, and then in an orphanage, because it was better, far better. Life only cared about how dangerous a man was. How useful. And Blake decided long ago he would always be both.
[Psion specialty class selected. Merging with Arcanist Powers. Synergy discovered!]
[Power: Mind Bend changed to Mind Control. Psions do not bend minds, they break them.]
[Item gained. Psionic gem: Extra mana for a rainy day. Innate.]
Blake shivered as a strange sensation flickered up and down his body, ending in his head and intensifying until a ringing sound overtook the world. It built and built until it became painful, then vanished as fast as it began.
Seul-ki’d lids were half closed now as she moaned and fingered and sucked, too distracted to have noticed Blake’s momentary change. He smiled and renewed his grip on her hair, finally guiding her tempo and thrusting slightly into her mouth.
There wasn’t much sexier than seeing a girl in that state of mindless presence, lost in the moment and pliant, a contented little sex kitten lapping up her milk. Her eyes closed even further as he took over and slid her lips down his shaft in long, slow strokes.
“Chief! Chief!”
Blake practically growled at the voice through his door. He recognized it as Garet Franks—a former enemy who worked for the old chief, now serving Blake as something of a guard. That he had entered Blake’s private wing of the main hall meant he had something he believed important.
Seul-ki’s eyes widened and she tried to slide Blake out and sit up, but he held her down. She met his eyes, and he shook his head as he continued to guide her mouth down his shaft.
“What is it?” he called back roughly.
“Sorry to disturb, Chief, but there’s people coming down the river on a boat. Thought you’d wanna know.”
Blake sighed. But it was hard to be annoyed while leveling and getting a blowjob.
“I’ll be right out.”
Garet went off without an answer, and Blake held Seul-ki’s gaze as he sped up her pace on his cock. His balls were slick with her spit, the sheet under him damp, and he realized she’d probably been sucking him for at least fifteen minutes or more. He moved to his knees so he could thrust. “Such a good girl,” he told her, “you deserve your reward.”
He groaned because he knew she loved his noises. He spoke because he knew she loved when he talked dirty, and to be praised for her hard work.
“I’m going to cum hard for you,” he said. “I just wanted to watch you suck me. Your mouth feels so amazing.” In seconds she was back into the moment, moaning and fingering herself again. “A whole fucking army could be coming down that river, I’m still cumming inside you. Now look at me while I fuck your mouth.”
She was making muffled noises against him now, fighting her eyes rolling away from his gaze as she pumped her fingers inside herself and moved her hips. Blake didn’t hold back another instant. He thrust between the beautiful Asian girl’s lips, deeper and deeper until he knew he was as far as he could go before she gagged. The temptation to just pull her in and thrust balls deep was so tempting he had to fight it, knowing she needed more practice. The idea of her eager training drove him wild, and he reached down to grip one of her round tits as his balls squeezed and his body tensed with impending release.
“I’m cumming, show me how you swallow for your man.”
Seul-ki finally lost control. Her eyes rolled back as she shook with her own orgasm, and Blake exploded in her mouth. He gasped and pumped, spraying shot after shot of cum between his lover’s tightened lips. He played with her sensitive nipples and slowed his thrusts, still twitching with aftershocks as he gave her every last drop. She swallowed dutifully, gulping his huge load as best she could with closed eyes, letting Blake guide her anywhere he wanted with her hair.
He could have just stayed there for several long, pleasant minutes, watching her wet mouth and chin as she wiggled her ass in the air. But he had things to do.
“Get cleaned up and meet me out there,” he said, reaching over to give her an affectionate pat on the ass. Then he slipped out of the bed without another thought, threw on some clothes, and walked out into the hall.
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Blake lay awake with his half naked Korean girlfriend. At least, he thought she was his girlfriend. In the robo-apocalypse and after the re-forming of reality they’d come to call ‘The Great Game’, old relationship rules seemed…rather out the window.
There was, after all, no Facebook status to check. There was no internet, for that matter. Most of the world was just an empty, swirling maelstrom of natural life and monsters trying to kill you. But Blake had made peace with that. He sighed and looked at the beautiful girl asleep in his arms, her exposed breasts squished tight against his chest.
Her name was Seul-ki, and she was a ‘player’ in the game like him, as opposed to ‘civilians’ who couldn’t hurt players and vice versa. She had helped him greatly in deposing the former chief of their settlement—currently called Nassau, though he supposed he might change it. And despite their various intimacies, she was somewhat mysterious.
He didn’t actually know the name of her class. She could even alter her appearance, which she did with everyone but him. He was the only one who knew how beautiful she was. That thought rather pleased him, and as she sighed slightly he pulled her in even closer and kissed her hair.
Yeah, he decided. Girlfriend.
Probably. But then it wasn’t like he could meet her parents.
They’d all entered this ‘new world’ alone, told their ‘old commitments and ties’ were officially gone.
But that wasn’t true for Blake, nor for his brother Mason who’d bled and killed his way to Blake through a giant forest. This thought, too, made him smile. They had been together since the age of five—orphans adopted by the same family. Blake had sworn nothing would ever separate them, and he meant to keep that promise. Even if RoboGod had other plans.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Seul-ki mumbled and kissed Blake’s chest.
He sighed. Because my mind is filled with thoughts on how to level and how to grow and develop this town and also about your naked body?
“Restless. I might just get up.”
“Do you need help sleeping?” Seul-ki trailed a delicate finger down Blake’s chest and stomach, and he felt his dick twitch without her even touching it.
It wouldn’t help, he knew. Empty balls almost never stopped Blake’s mind from running off for more than a minute. He slid his hand down her back and gently slapped her ample ass.
“It’s worth a try.”
Seul-ki rose up and yawned with a cute little sound, her eyes half closed as her breasts jiggled with the movement. Then she dropped down to her hands and knees and leaned in for a sleepy, intimate kiss. Blake cupped her face and deepened it, tasting her tongue and licking her lips as she moaned slightly.
“OK,” she said, grinning against him. “But later you owe me a nice, long back rub.” With that she trailed kisses down his chest and stomach, teasing him as she worked her way around his manhood. He was already hard at the sight of her curves, but he stayed disciplined and just held her hair.
Seul-ki was a virgin. She’d been sucking him off almost nightly since they’d started fooling around, but she was from a conservative culture and family and had yet to get past the idea of sex before marriage. He was working on that. He was, in fact, manipulating her mind with his magic powers—a reality she both knew about and encouraged him to keep doing.
Life in the apocalypse, it was fair to say, was complicated.
Blake inhaled as Seul-ki’s thick lips slipped over the head of his cock. He leaned against the wall as she slurped and licked, working his shaft with both hands. He was somewhat gifted in both size and sexual stamina, and the little Korean girl always had to work hard to please him.
But the determined look on her face, the shape of her hips as she started bobbing and taking him deeper was already starting to get him closer.
The truth was he wanted to start draining his mana into Mental Influence and maybe even use Mind Bend, commanding her to take off her clothes so he could slide deep into that tight, little…
No. He forced himself to focus with a healthy dose of will. He’d decided on rules. Good feelings towards him, build up her enjoyment. That was all. That was alright, wasn’t it?
Just enjoy it and relax. Let her do her thing and get you off.
He decided to distract himself by pulling up his neglected profile.
Blake Nimitz
Level: 6
Class: Arcanist
Secondary Class:
Strength - 2
Dexterity - 2
Vitality - 3
Intellect - 8
Will - 6
Presence - 10
Luck - 42
Titles: Alpha01, Alpha Tester, Patron, Killer
Powers: Mental Influence (enhanced), Telekinesis, Meditation, Mind Bend, Arcane Affinity, Arcane Blast
There was some stat increases in there for sure. Blake actually had two levels waiting to be assigned—level five and six, which he’d earned after defeating the former chief of Nassau and taking the town. Nearly everyone had a time limit, but it seemed becoming a town patron increased that time limit considerably, giving him several days.
Tonight, though, was his last, and mostly the reason he couldn’t sleep. He pulled up his player profile, hoping maybe reading it all again might help him decide.
[Accessing Player Profile. Level(s) to apply. Please make your choices, or bonuses will be automatically selected in six hours.]
Yeah, yeah.
He might have been annoyed, but instead he sighed at the feel of Seul-ki’s tongue slowly sliding up his shaft, his tension draining away.
Focus, he reminded himself. You’re almost out of time. You have to make a damn decision!
The problem was this: Blake was currently an Arcanist class—a very broad generalist that gave him a huge array of power choices. But level five was forcing him to specialize. And as usual, his list was immense. They were listed in alphabetical order, and he’d counted at least fifty-three different class options. Most he discounted instantly.
Purely offensive classes like ‘pyromancer’ were not his style, and likely also foolish. Live by the flame, die by the flame, and all that. What Blake really wanted was flexibility. The ‘Guild Mage’ appealed to him—it seemed associated with his status as a settlement patron, the idea being to lead a cabal of wizards and gain various bonuses. But the only ‘wizards’ he knew were Seul-ki, and a Bellarussian named Alex, another support class with ill-defined loyalty.
Kineticist? It matched his telekinesis power, but he rarely used it. And the class sounded vaguely like a masseuse.
His eyes rolled away from the text as Seul-ki sunk him two thirds of the way into her throat. She gagged slightly, but seemed entirely determined to learn how to swallow his whole length. He gathered up her long, dark hair to help her out, but didn’t control her speed, still letting her do her thing.
Right. Classes. Fuck it. It was time for brutal objectivity and honesty. He wasn’t even going to consider ninety per cent of the choices. When it came right down to it, after whining about his loss of freedom, he was going to take one of two choices: Arcane Steward, or Psion.
[Arcane Steward. Arcane affinity. Mana caster. Seer, advisor, battle mage. In and out of combat, the Arcane Steward can both lead and follow. Applicability: high.
[Psion. Mental Affinity. Mana caster. Master of mind magic. The Psion is a flexible and worthy adversary both in and out of combat. Applicability: high.
The Steward was clearly designed to be some kind of patron-wizard. It seemed like a ‘leader’ class, magic mixed with support functions. He didn’t have enough detail to know how it worked precisely and dearly wished he did. Such classes in video games could either be underwhelming and unnecessary, or vital to practically every team. But with the way this damn game worked he had no way of knowing in advance.
Psion, on the other hand, was the obvious choice for how he’d experienced the game thus far. His ‘mind’ powers were his absolute mainstay and how he’d survived. But he’d also picked those powers mostly on a whim, hoping he would greatly expand his repertoire of spells in the future, eventually having something for every situation. It seemed, however, the game wanted specialists.
Seul-ki’s moan interrupted Blake’s thoughts. He blinked to see she was fingering herself under her panties as she sucked him, the sight and sound again bringing him close to the edge.
He had definitely learned his frequent blowjobs were not entirely for his benefit. The little Korean girl was hugely turned on by a cock in her mouth, and it was fair to say he didn’t mind one bit. His dick twitched and pressure built in his balls, but he fought the orgasm down. Not yet. Not yet.
He stared at Psion for the thousandth time and felt a different kind of willpower breaking down.
Fuck it. You know the answer, he realized. Accept reality. You can’t have it all.
All his life he’d loved superheroes and villains, and if someone had asked him what one ability he could pick, it would be mind powers. A thought vaguely flickered through his brain, probably with far less concern than it should have.
Am I Professor X, he wondered briefly, or Mister Mind?
It didn’t matter. That was the truth. Life was grey and survival and didn't give a shit about little boys who ran away to be homeless, and then in an orphanage, because it was better, far better. Life only cared about how dangerous a man was. How useful. And Blake decided long ago he would always be both.
[Psion specialty class selected. Merging with Arcanist Powers. Synergy discovered!]
[Power: Mind Bend changed to Mind Control. Psions do not bend minds, they break them.]
[Item gained. Psionic gem: Extra mana for a rainy day. Innate.]
Blake shivered as a strange sensation flickered up and down his body, ending in his head and intensifying until a ringing sound overtook the world. It built and built until it became painful, then vanished as fast as it began.
Seul-ki’d lids were half closed now as she moaned and fingered and sucked, too distracted to have noticed Blake’s momentary change. He smiled and renewed his grip on her hair, finally guiding her tempo and thrusting slightly into her mouth.
There wasn’t much sexier than seeing a girl in that state of mindless presence, lost in the moment and pliant, a contented little sex kitten lapping up her milk. Her eyes closed even further as he took over and slid her lips down his shaft in long, slow strokes.
“Chief! Chief!”
Blake practically growled at the voice through his door. He recognized it as Garet Franks—a former enemy who worked for the old chief, now serving Blake as something of a guard. That he had entered Blake’s private wing of the main hall meant he had something he believed important.
Seul-ki’s eyes widened and she tried to slide Blake out and sit up, but he held her down. She met his eyes, and he shook his head as he continued to guide her mouth down his shaft.
“What is it?” he called back roughly.
“Sorry to disturb, Chief, but there’s people coming down the river on a boat. Thought you’d wanna know.”
Blake sighed. But it was hard to be annoyed while leveling and getting a blowjob.
“I’ll be right out.”
Garet went off without an answer, and Blake held Seul-ki’s gaze as he sped up her pace on his cock. His balls were slick with her spit, the sheet under him damp, and he realized she’d probably been sucking him for at least fifteen minutes or more. He moved to his knees so he could thrust. “Such a good girl,” he told her, “you deserve your reward.”
He groaned because he knew she loved his noises. He spoke because he knew she loved when he talked dirty, and to be praised for her hard work.
“I’m going to cum hard for you,” he said. “I just wanted to watch you suck me. Your mouth feels so amazing.” In seconds she was back into the moment, moaning and fingering herself again. “A whole fucking army could be coming down that river, I’m still cumming inside you. Now look at me while I fuck your mouth.”
She was making muffled noises against him now, fighting her eyes rolling away from his gaze as she pumped her fingers inside herself and moved her hips. Blake didn’t hold back another instant. He thrust between the beautiful Asian girl’s lips, deeper and deeper until he knew he was as far as he could go before she gagged. The temptation to just pull her in and thrust balls deep was so tempting he had to fight it, knowing she needed more practice. The idea of her eager training drove him wild, and he reached down to grip one of her round tits as his balls squeezed and his body tensed with impending release.
“I’m cumming, show me how you swallow for your man.”
Seul-ki finally lost control. Her eyes rolled back as she shook with her own orgasm, and Blake exploded in her mouth. He gasped and pumped, spraying shot after shot of cum between his lover’s tightened lips. He played with her sensitive nipples and slowed his thrusts, still twitching with aftershocks as he gave her every last drop. She swallowed dutifully, gulping his huge load as best she could with closed eyes, letting Blake guide her anywhere he wanted with her hair.
He could have just stayed there for several long, pleasant minutes, watching her wet mouth and chin as she wiggled her ass in the air. But he had things to do.
“Get cleaned up and meet me out there,” he said, reaching over to give her an affectionate pat on the ass. Then he slipped out of the bed without another thought, threw on some clothes, and walked out into the hall.
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