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  “I conquered your castle.” My hands massaged her shoulders more firmly. “And now I’m going to conquer you.”

  She tilted her neck up further and I saw a slight shiver go through her.

  She wanted me as much as I did her; I could tell from the dilation in her pupils, the way her breasts pushed out toward me. “My husband...”

  “What about him?”

  She closed her eyes briefly and when they opened, she seemed pained. “He never makes love to me. Never appreciates me.”

  “Then he’s an idiot.”

  I threaded my fingers into her hair and leaned in, kissing her softly yet firmly. As our lips met, she resisted just the slightest bit, then melted into my kiss.

  Her hands came up to clasp my shoulders. She returned the kiss whole-heartedly, her tongue meeting mine, lips opening to allow me inside. To my surprise, her hand went to my cock and rubbed up and down beneath my leather trousers.

  I broke the kiss and looked at her. “You did this to me, Lysara.” I pressed my cock further into her hand.

  With a lust-filled gaze, she kissed me again and smiled. “Glad to see I haven’t lost my touch.”

  “Never.”

  I took her breasts into my hands, filling my palms with the smooth, round globes. She slid the straps down from either side and showed me her pert, tight, hard nipples. I sucked them into my mouth one at a time, then released each one with a pop.

  “Let’s go to my bedroom,” she said in a husky voice.

  His World to Claim: Part II

  James/Borian

  “Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Yesssss....”

  Sarah’s breathy voice hissed in my ear as I caressed her ass. We were lying on my bed again, in-game, and this time her crotch was grinding into mine, our bodies locked together. We were making out, kissing heavily, our tongues sliding together. I had summoned her to my room that night, thinking we were just going to talk...

  But things were heating up between us.

  I gazed down at Sarah’s sexy body. She had chosen a black widow corset that hugged tight to her perfect body, her curves hugged wonderfully by the sheer fabric. Her breasts pushed through the bra cups, tit-flesh barely contained. I squeezed them together, pulling the cups down to let her breasts swing free. I sucked on the big, puffy nipples that were now hard points.

  “Oh gods,” she moaned, caressing my head, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth. “Oh gods.”

  “What do you want, Sarah?” I asked softly, lips at her ear.

  “I want you, Borian...I want you inside me.”

  I smiled and slapped her ass, making her squeak. “You want what?”

  “Your...your cock, sir. Your cock inside me...in my pussy.”

  She gasped as I slid her panties to the side and inserted my finger. She was dripping wet, completely soaked. I had no idea my housekeeper was such a horny little slut, but I loved it.

  “You ask so nicely.” I removed my aching, full cock, my balls loaded and ready. I slid the head of it against her wet slit, and then pushed inside, parting her dripping pussy lips.

  She gasped at my entry and took me into her body. Our eyes met, and then our lips. She kissed me hard and passionately, fingers caressing my hair as she moaned into my mouth. I pushed gently up and down with my hips, my cock pushing inside her and then sliding out, getting her accustomed to my length and width.

  “You’re so big,” she gasped, my hands fondling her tits.

  I switched our positions, laying her on her back. My hands went to her panties and took hold of the sides. Her knees bent up, her sexy heels digging nastily into my mattress. Rrrriiipppp went the fabric as I tore her panties apart.

  Sarah gasped, her pussy now exposed to my full view. I tossed the shredded panties aside. Pulling her legs into the air, I parted them and moved them slowly out to each side, spreading her wide open. Her hot, went cunt was there for me, inviting, framed by her garters. I leaned forward, my large, thick knob nestling between her sexy wet folds again. I pushed forward and forced her to take my invading cock, her dripping labia spreading for me.

  “Oh gods,” she moaned again, at my second invasion. “So hard. So big...ohhhhhhh....”

  “I’m going deep, Sarah. Very deep.”

  Mercilessly, I forced my long, thick cock deep into her. I rolled my hips, stirring her pussy inside, my cock nudging her womb.

  “Ohhhh gods, oh my....oh fuck,” she moaned loudly, cumming hard on me. Her hips bucked as I held her spread open, her body thrashing as she came. She gripped my cock hard with her cunt, clearly loving every minute of her powerful orgasm. She gazed up at me and something in her eyes suddenly shook me.

  It wasn’t just lust I saw there...

  It was almost...

  Love.

  But she was just an NPC, I reminded myself. she was programmed to fuck me, to let me use her body for my own pleasure.

  Wasn’t she?

  She wouldn’t be able to feel real love or attachment. All she could feel was what the designers made her feel.

  Or is it? I held myself inside her, feeling her pussy clench me, her gasps slowing as my thrusts did as well.

  She gave me a breathless smile and stroked my face and arms. “Don’t stop, sir. I love you being inside me, your big dick spreading me open.”

  Her words brought me back to the moment. I leaned down, kissing her, then began to slide in and out again. Feeling the incredible, hot, wet tightness of her pussy urged me on; I needed to cum, and I would soon.

  She flex and fucked me back, expertly working her tight cunt around me. Her eyes glowed with desire, her breasts bouncing with my pace. Even though I knew the next day would bring war, and violence, I could take comfort in this moment. In Sarah’s body.

  “Here it comes,” I groaned, my balls slapping her pussy mound as I felt my sperm rising. “I’m going to fill you, Sarah.”

  “Yes!” she cried. “Fill me, master. Spurt your hot seed into my pussy...fill me deep.”

  I buried myself to the hilt inside her, flooding her tight channel with a massive load of my cum. Sarah squealed in pleasure as I spurted, convulsing underneath me, having another orgasm. I just kept on shooting, filling her steaming pussy with my milky, thick seed. We, together, savored our climax with a long, hot kiss, my cock still twitching within her.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, pulling out of her, lying on my back on the bed beside her. “That was incredible.”

  “Yes, it was, master.” She curled up against me and I pulled the covers over both of us. She kissed my neck and shoulder, happily snuggling in my arms.

  The dialogue tree was gone. I guessed that Sarah had been designed to go to sleep at this point. Her breathing grew soft and rhythmic against me, and I knew she had.

  I looked down, seeing my cum dripping out of her pussy. For the moment I had forgotten completely about Thalia. Though I still wanted her, Sarah’s soft body in mine was not just good enough — I was starting to prefer it.

  What’s happening to me? I wondered. Am I falling in love with an NPC?

  I sighed, letting myself drift off to sleep, knowing I would find no answers tonight.

  ****

  When I woke up (in game), I sifted through my quests. I had to obtain supplies for our castle — and the only way would be to drive off the bandits choking our supply routes. I prepared as well as I could, dressing in full armor. With my fire magic, I would be able to stand against them as well as anything.

  I set off later that day, packed with supplies and a fresh horse. I checked my current stats.

  Borian Quinn

  Fire Knight

  Hit Points: 19000

  Armor: 14339

  Mana: 15223

  Strength: 10
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  Intelligence: 19 (+1 to skills)

  Charisma: 14 (+2 to charm)

  Wisdom: 15 (+1 to spells)

  I was equipped with a Fire Saber of the Dragon, Armor of the Radiant Knight, and a sacred amulet blessed by the River God, Halperin.

  The first ring of bandits was waiting for me. I took out the first few without problems. Arrows whizzed by me at top speed, swords slicing through the air. A bandit rushed me, blade swinging; I managed to strike back at him right in time, our blades colliding with a clang. I summoned a flare of fire magic, forcing it into his chest. A blaze of fiery light exploded, and the bandit collapsed backward, his front armor charred.

  The battle continued. Several of my men came in as reinforcements. Swords clanged around me as I thrust my blade into more bandits, taking out as many as I could.

  “Sir,” came one of my men, riding up to me on horseback. “There’s another patrol spotted on the horizon.”

  “More bandits?” I wiped my brow, which was caked with sweat and blood.

  He shook his head. “Not bandits. Lord Viscarl’s men.”

  Viscarl was a neighboring lord who owned a large amount of land nearby. I’d had few encounters with him, but they’d all been unpleasant. We weren’t openly hostile — or at least, we hadn’t been, until now.

  I frowned. “They’re headed this way?”

  “Yes, and their attack banners are showing.”

  Attack banners were an in-game method of displaying your intention toward an enemy: namely, that you were on the offensive.

  Damnit, I realized. He knows we’re in a weakened state and he’s using the opportunity to try to take me down.

  “Get your men to reconvene on the hill. We’re going to have to make a strategic defense effort.”

  ****

  As ordered, my men got together on the hill, preparing to fight. I saw Viscarl’s troops advancing quickly and knew we needed to defend heavily.

  Thanks to a group of mages I had summoned recently, I had magical means of backing up our military might. That was one thing I knew Viscarl didn’t believe in; he’d often scorned magic every time I mentioned it.

  As the troops of our enemy approached, my mages got into alignment. Soon swords were flying and shards of light were scattering forth from the mages’ staves. My archers volleyed arrows, paladins and warriors from the other side advancing with blades drawn.

  “Fight to your last breath!” I called. “Give them no room for advancement!”

  Unlike in real life, my instincts in game world battle were sharp and powerful. I knew just how to swing my blade and cast the right spell. When I had finished my sweeping strikes, enemies littered the battlefield, along with gear and weapons.

  I knew we were nearing victory. I decided to use the opportunity to seize Viscarl’s castle. If he wanted a fight, he would get one.

  “Orders, sir?” asked my commanding officer.

  “Press on. We’re taking the fight to the enemy.”

  ****

  By the end of the day, we had sacked Viscarl’s castle and the large stone structure was now in our possession.

  I smirked to myself, thinking how easy it had been. Though no doubt my enemy had assumed he’d be the victor, taking me by surprise, I was now the one who’d won.

  I sent my men to collect supplies and take back as much as they could to our main castle. We’d driven Viscarl’s men out of the tower, and the count himself was nowhere to be found.

  I pushed open the heavy wooden doors leading to his throne room, expecting to find someone inside.

  “Viscarl? Where the hell are you?” I bellowed.

  Instead of the count, I was greeted by the sight of an extremely attractive noblewoman dressed in a flowing long dress. The upper portion hugged her breasts perfectly, pressing them upward in a pleasing fashion so that her cleavage showed. Her neck was also bare, exposed, her blonde-brown hair pulled into a bun with slender locks of hair falling down on the sides.

  “If you’re here to find my husband, he isn’t present.” Her voice was graceful and elegant, like her.

  Her husband. Then...she’s the lady of this manor. Queen Lysara. I had only heard rumors of her beauty; now that I saw it firsthand, I understood why they spoke of her in such awe.

  “I see that, my lady. And yes, I was here to find your husband. But if he isn’t here...you’ll have to answer for him.”

  I approached her, seeing the slight straightening in her shoulders and pushing out of her breasts. Her lips parted slightly; there was fiery challenge in her eyes.

  “And just what do you wish me to answer, my lord?”

  “I’m taking control of the castle. If you have anything to say for yourself, now would be the time.”

  Her eyes flared briefly, then a slight submission came to her stance. She gave a slight nod and turned, showing me her elegant back, the smooth muscles glimmering beneath her gown straps. “I had a feeling it was a matter of time. I told Viscarl not to attack, knowing you would have an answer...and it seems I was right.”

  “An answer?”

  “In the form of counterattack.”

  I smirked. “It seems the lord’s wife knows me better than he does.”

  She turned to me and my dialogue options surprised me.

  1) Do you expect him back tonight?

  2) I’d like to have you for myself. I think that’s a fair conquest, considering I’m now lord of this manor. (Heart symbol.)

  3) Take Queen Lysara right there. (Heart symbol.)

  I chose option two.

  She chuckled at my reply, the challenge coming back to her gaze. “Oh, you would, would you?”

  “Indeed.” I came close to her, setting my hands on her shoulders. “You’re very beautiful, as I’m sure you know.”

  “And what makes you think you deserve me?” She gazed up at me, and I thought I detected the slightest hint of flirtation in her tone.

  “I conquered your castle.” My hands massaged her shoulders more firmly. “And now I’m going to conquer you.”

  She tilted her neck up further and I saw a slight shiver go through her.

  She wanted me as much as I did her; I could tell from the dilation in her pupils, the way her breasts pushed out toward me. “My husband...”

  “What about him?”

  She closed her eyes briefly and when they opened, she seemed pained. “He never makes love to me. Never appreciates me.”

  “Then he’s an idiot.”

  I threaded my fingers into her hair and leaned in, kissing her softly yet firmly. As our lips met, she resisted just the slightest bit, then melted into my kiss.

  Her hands came up to clasp my shoulders. She returned the kiss whole-heartedly, her tongue meeting mine, lips opening to allow me inside. To my surprise, her hand went to my cock and rubbed up and down beneath my leather trousers.

  I broke the kiss and looked at her. “You did this to me, Lysara.” I pressed my cock further into her hand.

  With a lust-filled gaze, she kissed me again and smiled. “Glad to see I haven’t lost my touch.”

  “Never.”

  I took her breasts into my hands, filling my palms with the smooth, round globes. She slid the straps down from either side and showed me her pert, tight, hard nipples. I sucked them into my mouth one at a time, then released each one with a pop.

  “Let’s go to my bedroom,” she said in a husky voice.

  ***

  Leading me upstairs past the smooth red pillars of stone and marble, Lysara showed me into the bedroom where she undoubtedly slept with Viscarl. I could not deny the secret thrill at the idea of fucking his wife in his own marital bed.

  She looked at me and closed her eyes for a moment, saying, “Oh gods. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

  “Believe it.”

  I put my hand to her chin and tilted her face up to me, kissing softly along her neck and jaw. She clasped my arms, helping me remove my shirt and trousers. I helped her out of her gown as well. />
  When we were naked together, we took in each other’s bodies. She kissed her way down my chest and stomach, her passion ignited. Whatever reservations she had about sex with me were apparently overridden by her need to get fucked.

  Fucked by a conquerer.

  I smiled as her lips engulfed my shaft. She took me into her mouth, my cock hard and throbbing between her full, enticing lips. She surrounded my manhood with her tongue and sucked on the spongy knob. Seeing her do it was intensely exciting. I held her hair in my hands and pressed down, pushing my cock deeper into her throat. She moaned around me, her nipples hard points that I squeezed and tugged with my fingers.

  “Mmmm,” she said. Her head bobbed at my groan as she sucked.

  She made small noises as she took me down to her throat. I felt my balls growing hot and heavy, the excitement of battle still strong within me. I groaned and held her hair, saying, “I’m going to cum, Lysara.”

  She slid her mouth off me and stroked my hard cock up and down. “Do it on my breasts. Splatter them with your thick, hot seed.”

  I groaned as my semen spurted onto the lovely queen’s full tits, painting her with my white fluid. She looked sexy as hell like that, bathed in her conquering master’s seed.

  I was still hard as a rock. “Lie back,” I commanded, taking my cock in hand. “Spread your legs for me.”

  She did.

  I beheld the sight of her dripping wet cunt. “Look how wet I am for you,” she moaned, spreading the lips of her pussy. She opened the pink, puffy flesh wide — and I leaned forward, inserting my cock into her tight, hot channel.

  “That looks amazing,” I groaned, my eyes glued to the sight of her body taking in my thick shaft. I pushed in farther, her pussy clenching wetly around me. She gasped and her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs going around my hips.

  “Fuck me, Borian. Give it to me hard.”

  I was all too willing.

  I started sliding in and out of her, slow at first, building up to a rhythm that would take us both to the edge. As each inch of me sank into her, deeper between my conquered queen’s legs, I felt a swell of pleasure, knowing that I was inside my enemy’s wife.

  She was mine now, mine to have and to keep and fuck as I wished. I told her as much, growling it out.