Chapter 1
Chapter 1: The best way to wake up
Terry woke to a wet and pleasurable sensation radiating up from his lower body. It took his foggy waking brain a while to identify the feeling. It felt like a blowjob. A smile crossed his lips, but soon faltered as he tried to remember who he was dating and found nothing. Hell, he couldn’t even remember what he’d done last night. Terry cracked an eye open and squinted. A head bobbed between his legs. He was indeed being blown. He blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the blurry vision and focus on the person in front of him.
Small horns protruded from her forehead and pointed ears poked out from black hair. She obviously wasn’t human, so a dream. That would explain the lack of memories. Fuck, what a nice dream.
She must have sensed he was looking at her because she shifted back a bit and looked up at him. There was a twinkle of mischief in her yellow eyes. Her skin was light grey in color and she slowly slid her mouth off his cock with a quiet pop. He was in a sitting position, and the girl before him was completely nude. She stroked his shaft with one hand, the other caressed a well shaped breast. Perfectly sized for her body, not too small and not too big.
“Good morning.” she said, her voice nearly a full octave lower than he had expected, but still sweet and feminine.
“Uh, morning.” Terry replied.
She grinned and leaned forward, pressing her mouth to the base of his cock and running her tongue all the way up to the top where her lips wrapped around the top and she stared at him with those mischievous eyes as she pushed all the way down.
“Oh, fuck.” Terry groaned. What a wonderful dream. “Uh, who are you?”
She paused for a moment, obviously surprised by the question. She pulled back, her mouth replaced by both hands. One stroked the shaft while the other twisted the head. A spaded tail waved in the background. Some sort of succubus obviously. Her face twisted into a grin equally mischievous as her eyes.
“Focus on me and will my info to appear.” She said, before returning to blowing him. One hand still stroking while her mouth did the twisting part with a lot of tongue. She was obviously trying to make focusing hard.
It was hard, and he was getting close to blowing his load, but the pop-up was distracting.
Companion
Constance
Demonkin, Commoner Level 1
A game? Or at least a dream of a game.
“Uh, Constance. I’m going to cum.”
She looked up at him before increasing her pace.
“Oh shit.” he said, trying not to reach out and grab her head. This was the best dream ever, Terry thought as he shuddered, dumping his load in the Demonkin’s hungry throat.
She slowed her pace before releasing him long enough to run her thumbs up the underside of his cock, squeezing the last drops out to the tip before lapping it up with a long lick. She leaned back, still gently stroking him, a wide grin spreading across her face.
“How’s that for an opening sequence?”
Terry blinked in confusion. “What?”
“An opening sequence. You know, the part at the beginning where you usually get some dumb video about the main plot nobody follows.”
“Game?” Terry asked.
Constance’s head tilted slightly, her brow furrowing, giving her a concerned-looking expression. “You okay Ter?”
“I’m great, I guess. I’m dreaming of a game that starts with a hot girl sucking my dick.”
The look of concern didn’t leave Constance’s face. “No. You are playing a game that starts with a hot girl sucking your dick. You did ask me to wake you up with a blowjob.”
“Did I?” Terry finally tore his eyes off the woman in front of him. He was in a one-room log cabin. A countertop and a woodstove dominated one wall. A bed and the chair he was sitting in dominated another. A table and door took up the other two walls. There was only a single window letting in pale morning light, illuminating dust particles floating lazily through its rays. The only other things in the room were a pair of pants and a dress lying on the wooden floor.
“Yes.” Constance said. “I think you wrote yourself a note before you fell asleep.”
She leaned over, reaching out for the pants lying on the floor near the bed. Terry eyed the woman, taking in her fully nude form. She was perfect. Not generically perfect, but perfect in what he himself considered perfect. Right down to the freckles dotting her shoulders. Only the fantasy elements stood out as something he wouldn’t have previously considered and he wasn’t complaining. Constance returned to a sitting position as she dug through the pockets, her tongue peeking out the corner of her mouth.
“Bingo.” she said, pulling out and handing over a crumpled and worn-looking piece of paper.
Terry unfolded the letter and tore his gaze off Constance long enough to read it.
Hello me.
I’m willing to bet you’re a bit confused right now. Also willing to bet you’re fairly relaxed. So here’s the deal. The last few years have been tough. I needed a vacation. You are currently in a really advanced virtual reality game. Full immersion stuff like in the stories. Still being tested, but don’t worry, it’s safe. Your body is safe too. You can trust me, I’m kind of attached to it.
Anyway, I’ve got you set up in a tabletop-style thing with a little starter farm on the edge of a starter village. Constance can walk you through whatever you need. You got a year in the game before they force you out. It’s not that much time in the real world. Your memories are locked behind level-ups. Like I said, it’s been a tough few years. You’ll want to process that stuff slowly.
It’s our vacation so do whatever you want. Farm, fight a dragon, build up the town, bed the pretty village girls, or all of the above. It doesn’t matter. Constance is pretty much up for anything as long as you treat her well. I’ve made her horny as shit. You’re welcome.
P.S. Both you and Constance will resurrect at the nearest altar if you die, so no worries there. But the rest of the NPCs have perma-death, so either don’t get attached, or protect them. I know me, you’ll get attached. Oh, and there is a general settings tab that will let you set your pain threshold. I’ve got it at 15% right now.
Sincerely… You.
Terry stared at the paper. What kind of fresh hell would make a vacation from your own memories seem reasonable? It left a strange feeling in his gut, like the start of some serious heartburn. He looked up to see Constance standing there waiting for him. Still completely nude. In one hand was her crumpled up dress, the other was on her hip. God she had nice hips, and thighs, and everything.
“So,” she started, lifting the dress slightly. “You wanna take a look around, or do you wanna rail me?”
