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There were three hulking orcs in the room!

Each one wore ragged and rusted chain mail over muscles that rolled under gray splotched green skin.

I'd come into the game with nothing but a simple suit of leather armor. I had nothing else!

The orcs were all sitting at a table eating what must have been an uncooked giant rat. Blood dripped from their mouths. They stared at me in complete shock.

In a split second, I took in the layout of the room. Their weapons, all pole axes, were on the other side of the room from the table where they ate. In other words, the weapons were closer to me than them.

I sprinted for those weapons. I heard the orcs reacting behind me, pushing over their table as they got up. They were coming for me.

I slid into the weapons and shields, unintentionally toppling them over. Before the last pole axe fell, I grabbed it. I now hefted it up.

I didn't even know if I was going to be able to use it. The only thing I knew definitively about my player character at this point was this. If he died, I died.

The player character and I were as good as one and the same. This was total submersion into the game.

As soon as my fingers touched the handle to the weapon, I knew I'd be able to wield it. I spun around. As I did so, I swung the axe in a wide arc.

I took the first orc in his side!

Blood spurted like a scarlet fountain. The thick axe head crushed as much as it cut. You could hear bones crunching under the impact of the axe blade. The orc that had been hit let out a wild shriek.

One thing was for sure, he was now dead.

I tried to yank out the axe head, but it didn't come free from his rib cage. I madly wriggled the blade but it was useless, and as the orc began to fall over, I had to let it go altogether.

Before I could reach for another weapon, another one of the orcs charged in on me. He held his dinner knife, still dripping in giant rat blood.

Instinct took over. Whose? Mine? My player character's? I didn't know.

I turned to my side, and I performed a side kick. With a snap, my heel connected to the orc's knee. There was an audible crack as his leg flexed in a direction it shouldn't have, and the orc promptly collapsed.

I watched him go down as the third orc jumped me. He smashed into me with so much force that I fell backward with him on top of me. His chain mail scratching my naked flesh.

The next thing I knew he was smacking me in the face with his fists. Smack, smack, smack! He aimed to beat my visage into a bloody pulp.

My short experience with total submersion into Vaults & Vixen was about to end. Not only was my character about to die, but so was I.

Adrenaline shot through me. I could feel it. It was so real. But whose adrenaline was it? Mine? The player character's? Again, I didn't know. But did it even matter at that point?

Somehow I managed to free one of my legs from the orc's weight. I managed to get my knee up between his legs. His chain mail did not protect his balls. So I whacked them hard!

The reaction was instant. He froze his attack just long enough for me to reach behind my head. My hands came into contact with something round and metal, a shield!

I grabbed it and pulled it forward, hammering it into the orc's head. He jerked backward for a second, and when he returned I was ready. I shoved the side of the shield up, perfectly catching his snout and smashing it back into his face.

I crushed not only his nose but parts of his skull. He died instantly, and I barely managed to get out from under him before he totally collapsed.

I gasped for air. I shouldn't have wasted the time.

The orc whose knee cap I'd broken had scrabbled forward and gotten one of the pole axes. While I was getting my face beaten in, he'd managed to stand up.

I looked up just in time to see the blade of a pole axe coming down at me. I rolled my entire body away. The blade caught me just barely in the arm. It was a mere sting.

I kept on rolling, knowing the orc would have to actually walk if he wanted to strike again. The question was, could he? He tried and failed, badly.

He slipped on his bad leg and plunged onto the floor. His pole axe spilled out away from him. I grabbed it. I raised the blade up high, execution style.

The orc grunted. He let out a high pitched screech.

"Nah, nah, nah," He screeched. "Yield, yield."

It was too late. The axe blade was already on its way down. His head was severed from its trunk. Blood spurted and then pooled.

I looked down at myself and saw that blood was now splattered over my leather armor. I quickly decided this was the least of my concerns.

I caught my breath. I tried to think my situation through. I'd played Vaults & Vixens countless times. Only never like this. I knew how other versions of the game worked. How different could this virtual reality version be?

If I were going to survive this and complete my mission, it was only going to be because I knew how the game worked. So I had to stop for a moment and think.

But it was hard as hell to think. Again, whose intelligence did I have? Mine? My player character's? Surely mine. After all, I still had my memories, my feelings.

I was Ryan Drake. I was a hacker. I knew that.

And yet everything had happened so fast. I'd been hooked up and sent into an empty environment. Then from a virtual console hacked into this realm.

First, to get some unnamed character, and second to get inside the dungeon.

I'd had no choice but to get the first character I came across. I was thankful I was a man and not a woman.

Obviously, I knew how to fight. But what specifically were my stats? Unless I could find a console within the dungeon there was no way to learn that.

And where had I placed myself in the dungeon? The orcs were sitting at a table eating, surprised to see me. I must have been in some sort of orc lair. It followed that there had to be more of them nearby.

I was sweating. My breath felt ragged. The armor sagged on me uncomfortably. I was vaguely hungry and thirsty. The virtual experience was as real as real could get.

I looked around me. I studied the room. There was a door opposite from the opening I'd come in. It looked to be made of thick wood. Though it was closed, I thought I could hear something indistinct in the room beyond it.

Who was behind that door? The more I looked around the room, the more I decided it looked like a final battle. The place where some first level character might fight his first boss.

Because I'd hacked in, as opposed to going through the dungeon legitimately, by chance, I was at the end of the complex. Beyond that door must have been the orc boss, the chieftain.

But in any version of the game, I'd played, he'd have come out to fight me. Had I surprised him in the same way I'd surprised the three orcs at the table? But hadn't he heard the ruckus? What the hell was he doing?

There was only one way to find out. I hefted up my pole axe. I went to the door. I noted that it swung inward. I placed my hand on the door. I counted to myself. One, two, three.

I threw the door open. It shouldn't have surprised me, but I'll be damned if it didn't.

The first thing I saw was a nubile woman leaning on a chair as a massive fat orc fucked her from behind. Black orc fingers crept over her face, which was now in the throes of passion.

I knew what she was. She was a vixen. She was what the game was about. Sure, you could collect treasure. Yes, you could get experience and raise levels. But what everyone wanted most, was to collect vixens.

This particular vixen was pale skinned and voluptuous. She had an ample ass and wonderfully big tits. And, my God, was that big son-of-a-bitch orc fucking her. He rammed his cock into her with every thrust, causing her to bob and shake and shudder.

"Yes, oh, yes," she moaned. "It's so good. Harder, harder!"

I moved into the room carefully. I shifted first to a spot where I could take in the action at a good angle. The chieftain orc had a long black erection. It was glossy wet with the vixen's honey pot juices.

The orc didn't pay any attention to me. He just kept fucking his vixen. Driving and thrusting his massive cock into her wet and waiting pussy. Her ass cushions jostled and shook with each thrust.

That fat orc could have cared less about me. All he wanted to do was to finish his fuck! Did he even know I was there? I didn't know.

Of course, I couldn't kill him. It was one of the fundamental rules of the game that thou shalt not kill another character engaged in sex. It didn't matter if it was a non-player character or a creature. You just didn't do it.

I mean you could. Sure. It was possible to do so. And it was actually pretty easy. The problem was the game itself would turn against you.

Demons would literally come out of the walls to attack you. To my knowledge, no one had ever defeated one of these demons in combat. You wanted to avoid them at all cost.

The rule that you didn't kill others engaged in sex was so prevalent, that even non-player characters respected it. All creatures, as well, down to the most simple-minded slime mold. No one attacked you if you were engaging in sex.

In a case like this, there was nothing to do but to wait and watch and prepare. Just because you were having sex that didn't mean you were safe. Far from it. You were incredibly vulnerable in the moments after engaging in sex. It was when quite a lot of people bit the dust.

So, yeah, in Vaults & Vixens, nothing was as dangerous as fucking.

The thing to do was to wait. You lined up your weapon behind your enemy. You waited for him to finish up, and then, careful not to harm the vixen, you slaughtered him in any way you could.

This is exactly what I intended to do. Only this was the first time I'd had to deal with a situation like this in a virtual environment.

That fat orc grunted away, stabbing that thick cock of his into that small vixen's tight twat. Damn, it was a site to see. I'd circled around the two lovers, and now I stood right behind him, my pole axe high in the air, ready to strike.

And there was nothing left to do but watch as he fucked that vixen. She oohed and awed constantly. She squealed in delight, and gradually her moans kept drawing closer together.

This only caused the orc to fuck her harder. He would draw his cock all the way out until it was barely in her. And her bobbing, fleshy ass cheeks were spread so wide, I could see her pussy then. I could see that little hole of hers closing in around that thick cock.

No matter how many times, I'd played Vaults & Vixens in the past, I'd never experienced anything as real as this. I could not in any way distinguish the experience from what should have been reality. It felt utterly genuine.

I knew that under my leather armor I was getting a massive hard-on. Oh, shit, I thought. I wanted this vixen. I wanted her bad. I wanted to fuck her and to add her to my harem. I didn't care in which order.

Her ass was utterly perfect. It bounced and bounced and jittered. It was so round and pale and perfect. Oh, God to feel my pelvis up against her ass.

I tried to calm myself down. What was I letting myself do? This game was now a matter of life and death. The last thing I needed to be doing was engaging in sex!

But it was my lust points. My LP. I knew this beyond doubt. The higher your lust points, the better you were at combat. At the same time, the more likely you were to engage in sex.

Partial blow jobs from one or two vixens in your harem were a great way to get yourself charged for combat. But if you lost your savings throw you might find yourself engaged in all out sex, just as your enemy was encroaching.

But as I watched that vixen's ass bobbing, who knew what was happening to me. My lust points must have been skyrocketing. Nearly all I could think about was fucking her. Nearly all I could think about was getting my own shaft into her pussy.

And she'd do it. I knew she would. Because she was a vixen. It's just what they did.

Sure, another fundamental rule of the game was that thou shalt never coerce or harm a vixen. Again, the demons would punish you if you even tried.

But despite this, most vixens loved powerful characters. If you killed their current master, they could hardly resist you! It's just the way they were.

So I was going to kill this evil fat orc as soon as he was done. I tried to remind myself this was all just a game. This voluptuous vixen, this ugly orc, they didn't even really exist!

But no matter how I tried it was useless. It would have been like denying my own hand existed. That's how real this world now felt to me.

Oh, that ass! Oh, watching as her pussy lips hugged that thick cock. And her oohs and aahs. Her little squeals of rapture that kept drawing in closer and closer.

"Oh, oh, oh," she squealed with each thrust. And those thrusts kept growing closer!

Until finally, she was nearly screaming out, "oh, oh, oh," as nearly one vibrating sound, her voice so deep and husky and seductive it inflamed me.

"Fucking monster, you fucking monster," screamed that vixen. "Fuck me harder. Harder!"

And the monster did. He fucked her like a goddam maniac. He bounced and thumped off her like a spring, coming right back in on her like a rubber band, his cock sinking deep into her tiny wet pussy each time.

His speed was so incredible now. He fucked her fiercely. Bam, bam, bam, he slammed against her.

I was so hard now, I nearly stuffed my hand down into my leather suit of armor and began jerking off.

Gripping the pole axe tightly, I raised it just a little higher in the air. Soon now he was going to be done. Soon. And then I would let him have it.

And then the orc began to cry out. It was like some wild struggle now. He slammed into her so hard, he had trouble keeping her ass steady as he fucked it.

His hands grabbed her thick waist, and he held her in place as he thrust inside and walloped his pelvis against her ass. The orc was a fucking jackhammer now.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Then, at last, he stabbed her one last time, one great big thrust, and he held himself buried deep in her soft wet velvety pussy.

I knew he was coming. He moaned each time he spurted. That goddam beast. And then he was done. All I had to do now was wait for him to pull out.

My hands were nearly shaking they gripped the pole axe so tightly. I had to get my timing down just right. I couldn't afford to miss. I was no doubt a low-level character.

If I didn't kill the chieftain in one swift move, he might very well get in an attack and kill me. For now, in a sweat, his pelvis still rubbed against the vixens sweetly curved pale ass cheeks.

I so wanted to be that orc at that moment, my cock inside that vixen's tight twat exploding.

But then it happened. In one swift move he pulled his cock out of her, and with fire and vengeance, he began to turn. He must have known I was there the entire time.

It was a heroic attempt at saving himself. But it failed badly. I swung with a wild fury letting out a wild war cry. My heavy blade caught him in the head, not only cutting, but caving in his skull.

The force of the axe blade was so powerful it drove him entirely away from the vixen, so that when he fell, brains and blood spilling out of his head in a puddle, he wasn't so close to the vixen or I.

Oddly, almost reflexively, his hands tried to stop the flow of blood and brains onto the floor. But in seconds he was utterly dead.

As for the vixen, she didn't move at first. She just stayed there bent over the chair. Her hands came back to her ass, and she smoothed them down.

"Is he dead?" She said in a breathy voice.

"Yes," I said.

"Do you want me?" She asked.

Fuck. I had a raging hard-on for her. It utterly consumed me. I'd never wanted a piece of ass like this before in my life. I had to have her.

"Yes," I said.

"Very well then," She said calmly. "You killed Magor the great orc. I presume you must be strong and potent. I shall in full willingness take you as my master. Please fuck me whenever you wish. Would you like to take me right now, as I am?"

"Yes," I said.

My whole body was trembling. Taking her was incredibly stupid. I had just hacked into this part of the dungeon. I knew nothing about it. I had no way of knowing if we were safe or not. Almost surely we were not.

And if we weren't, and I were killed, that was it, not just here, but in the real world, as well.

But, oh, looking at those pale ass cheeks of hers, her crack...Jesus, sweet Jesus! I had to fuck her. I had to!

I quickly began to tear out of my leather armor. Soon I was entirely naked.

Part of me wanted to take it slow. I wanted to lift her up. Have her turn around so I could examine her carefully. I wanted to kiss her lips, which I'd seen were thick and sensual.

I even wanted to know her name.

But all that could be done later. The longer this took, the greater the chance there was that I'd be killed as soon as I'd finished fucking her.

Some wandering creature would come along, just as I had, and that creature would wait for me, just as I'd waited on the chieftain.

After all, what goes along, comes along. Now I had it coming.

Oh, but that vixen. That ass of hers. Just looking at her, I knew I could never resist her.

And she was content just to stay as she was. Bent over that chair. Her ass cheeks spread, her pussy still wet and waiting, juices gathering up inside it.

My hard-on was fierce now, and all I had to do was to stick it inside her to quench that thirst. Oh, God, I wanted her. I wanted my cock inside her now.

But I could not resist taking things just a little slowly.

I laid a hand on each side of her ass. I smoothed my hands down it, feeling her smooth velveteen skin. Feeling the curves of her ass as they passed under the palms of my hand.

The sweet pale moon she had for an ass was still red and slightly swollen from the heavy fucking the orc had done. And he was still there, dead on the floor. I simply willed him away. He did not exist anymore.

Only this vixen, and her pale smooth succulent ass. It quivered under the touch of my hands. Her pussy actually twitched.

She said in a deep husky, seductive voice, "that feels good. I bet you have such a big cock."

And I did. I hadn't even considered this. My whole body was new. It wasn't my body, but that of my player character. And the fact was, I did have a big cock. It was a giant cock.

Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit! I loved this new cock. She wanted to know if I had a big cock, well I knew just how to let her know.

I laid my cock right there in her crack, right between her two marvelous marshmallows. I slid it up and down slowly.

"Do you feel that?" I said. "How big does that feel?"

Her ass trembled and responded to me.

"Yes," she said. "It feels so heavy. And long. And thick. Oh, please stab me now. I'm ready. I'm going to squeeze myself so hard around that cock of yours."

I felt as if a fever had overtaken me. This fuck was going to be the fuck of my life. I knew that this vixen's twat was going to be so tight and so wet and so perfect.

But I just wanted to think about it first. I loved the anticipation. I let my cock slide up and down her beautiful ass crack, like a hot dog sandwiched in a bun.

Is there anything else as beautiful as a woman's ass crack, especially when your cock is lying in it?

And she responded to this. She slowly gyrated her ass, so it went up and down my cock, and pulled it a little to the left, and a little to the right. It felt insanely pleasurable.

All the while, she kept saying, "do it. Fuck me. I want you. Just stab that great big cock inside me. Do your worst. Fuck me furiously. It's how I like it."

I gulped. I felt delirious. She was like a wet dream come to life. Could I have possibly wanted to fuck her more? No.

Then, all at once, I pulled back. My cock coming free from her ass crack, floating in the air, like a round brick floating in space.

And then wham, I slammed it into her pussy. My pelvis crashed into her sweet ass cushions. I ground myself upwards.

"Aw, shit!" I gasped.

It felt so good. She was so tight. Her pussy hugged my cock so closely. The raw sensation of it all was utterly insane.

"Oh, Jesus!" I said. "Goddammit."

I was trembling. I'd never leave that pussy. I was going to let my cock stay in that pussy from this moment onwards. From now until the end of time. It was that good of a pussy, her sweet wet honey box.

For how long I don't know, I just kept it inside her. Feeling her ass cheeks against my stomach, luxuriating in the feeling of having my cock stuffed so deep inside her.

But slowly she moved her ass. In small little circles, she moved it. So my cock was slowly seeping out and then back in.

How I loved all that delicious friction around my shaft. This vixen was so tight and wet.

Oh, God, how good it felt as she moved that ass in small little circles.

And the harder I pressed my pelvis down into those two soft mounds of hers, the better my cock felt as she made the small circles with her ass.

"You're so, so big," she whispered. "I've never had anyone this big. Never! Oh, I can't wait to feel you thrust in me again. It's gonna feel so good."

And then I did it. I pulled out so fast as to nearly be violent. And I stopped right at the edge of her pussy. My cock just barely left inside of it, and then I rammed her.

Bam! I crashed into her ass with such force. The chair scraped against the dungeon floor and moved forward.

And then I was up against her ass again, that delightful wonderful cushion.

"How was that, bitch?" I growled.

"Oh, God, it was good. Oh, yes, I'm your bitch. Your little squirrelly, squirmy bitch. Oh, I love you already. Please, do it again, again, please," She cooed. "I want it, I want it, I want it."

I was taking massive breaths of air now. Excitement surged through my body in a way it had never done so before.

I was going to fuck this vixen from here to kingdom come. I was going to pound into her so hard, she was going to be driven senseless in her own pleasure.

"Are you ready for this?" I growled at her.

"Yes," she moaned.

"You better hold on tight, you bitch, this is gonna be fierce," I said.

"Oh, yes, yes," She whined. "I'm ready, I'm ready."

And then I pulled out, again, and wham, I slammed into her. Only this time I didn't wait, I pulled out, and, wham! I slammed into her again.

It's like I'd lost all sense of inhibition. It's like I'd become a monster myself. I raised my fists in the air. I got my knees bent. I was vastly stronger than I realized.

I thrust my cock into that waiting pussy so hard there should have been an explosion!

If my cock had been a spear I'd have severed that vixen in two. That's how hard I thrust into her.

Whomp!

And with just my powerful bent legs, I pulled back, and I did it again.

Whomp!

Oh, God, how her ass jiggled, and she gasped, and moaned. Because now I was fucking her for real.

In and out. In and out.

I was a piston in an eight-valve engine running on full.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

This was an earthquake fuck! My cock was a power drill that could dig its way to the core of the earth.

I hollered at the top of my lungs as I fucked her.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" I screamed at the top of my longs.

She cried and writhed beneath me. It was like riding a wild female stallion. My cock pulling out slick and glossy from that tight twat of hers, and then immediately thrusting back in.

Bam, bam, bam.

Whomp, whomp, whomp.

I hollered as I rode her.

Her pussy was so small. Such a tiny twat. And my cock was so big, so mammoth. What utter pleasure. What utter joy.

And to hear that vixen squealing beneath me each time I drove that cock into her.

"Yes, baby, yes baby," she cried. "Just like that baby, just like that."

And somehow I fucked her harder.

And then she began to cry, "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"

And I could feel it inside her. I could feel her inner pussy walls trembling. And I knew that she was right. Soon she was going to come.

Well, I'd be damned if she was going to come without me. I thrust in her so fast now it was insane. My whole body was sleek with sweat, oh, how good her ass now felt every time I bounced into it.

And then I could feel it happening. And I only went faster, until when the moment was just right, I thrust into her my hardest yet, and just stayed there, buried deep inside her.

And at the same time, I grabbed her body, and I yanked her up, so that her ass ground into me even harder, so hard. And even as she spasmed and convulsed around me in the throes of her own orgasm, I began to shoot my wad inside her.

Again and again, I shot ropes of cum deep inside her cunt. I felt as if I must be shooting them right into her womb. Never had anything in my life felt so utterly glorious. I wanted this moment to last forever, forever!

But fleeting it was. Like a massive wave that had crashed, the force was spent, and gently now the waters of passion receded into the deep oceans, leaving me wasted on the shore.

What had just happened? What had I just done?

Groggily, I pulled myself out of the vixen. I suddenly felt extremely weak. Like an idiot, I'd just used up all my lust points. I'd probably dropped to near zero.

And for a harem I only had one vixen. This meant recharging would take time. Fuck, how stupid could I have been?

Was there an adversary even now waiting behind me to kill me?

I looked for the weapon I'd dropped. I glanced around in a slow motion panic. Thankfully, there were no monsters about.

All I saw was the dead orc not far from us, his brains and blood in a puddle.

"Shit, what just happened?" I said to myself.

But the vixen hearing, said, "you were very good. I liked that."

She had stood up. She found some gown and was slipping herself into it.

"I'm going to enjoy having you as my master," she said. "If you live. Having sex right now wasn't really wise. Though, of course, I'm flattered you gave into me. Thank you."

I nodded. I reached down and began to put my own leather armor back on. I moved in slow motion.

"You're a vixen," I said. "What special skills do you have?"

"Oh, I've many special skills," she said.

I had to chuckle at such an innocent statement.

"Aside from those kinds of skills," I said. "I've got a mission to accomplish. You can help me can't you? Don't you have some kind of special skill?"

"Oh, a mission, that sounds exciting," she said. "The truth of the matter is I'm a mapper. That's my skill. I never forget a passage I've been to."

"Excellent, that should come in handy," I said. "And your name?"

"My name is Nessa," she said. "So, if you don't mind me asking, master, am I the only member of your harem?"

"For now," I said.

She blinked confused at that.

"How did you make it all the way to the chieftain's room without any harem members?" She asked.

I stopped and looked at her. She was beautiful. Already I could feel what must have been some lust points returning.

Instead of answering her question, I simply winked at her. I wasn't going to explain to her how I'd hacked my way into this virtual reality version of Vaults & Vixens.

Not yet steady on my feet, I began to search the room.