HADES ONLINE: SUCCUBUS (A Gamelit / LitRPG Harem Adventure) Read online

  CHAPTER 3

  Pain. If there’s one word to describe this world is pain. Every damn thing on this body I’ve been forced into hurts after the harsh training Amyndas and his trainers subject us to. I move as if my limbs don’t really belong to me. It’s as if I’m negotiating with my body, rather than ordering it. How I’m I supposed to survive here?

  And that’s just day one.

  All right, let me dial things back a bit to the amphitheater and Amyndas’ introduction.

  Finished with his pontificating, Amyndas leads us through the archways behind him, across the dusty street to our training barracks of red and orange sandstone, a decent hike into the great city of Komana. We all get a better look at the city up close here, and it seems to be as much crumbling as intact, age crumbling the ornate stonework of all around us, weeds and bushes further insinuating the sense of age and abandonment Earth has suffered in our absence. The place smells of dust and disintegration.

  We are marched between the buildings onto the tan-shaded sandy ‘training grounds’ that lay in a wide plaza between the low reddish structures. The buildings are where we are to live in during and perhaps after we are taught to be the warriors Amyndas expects to be. He soon brings out his trainers to teach us all how again to fight as we once could, although this time more as bots than what all of us must have been in our virtual world.

  There, we are separated into groups by the trainers, women on one side, men on the other, and further into squads numbering five to ten and then provided our weapons and armor according to what class it is decided we are.

  “You are a swordsman,” my group's trainer, calling himself Sergeant Obol tells me.

  Others are told they are scouts, spearmen, shield-bearers and the likes. At first, I like the idea of having a weapon and armor and feel less naked than I have since my sentencing. But that is before the hours and hours of drills and battle training we are subject to even if my skill level at attack and defense appear to be the highest in my group. By the end of the first day, I can barely drag myself off the sands to the mess hall to shakily eat the meat and bread we are given and slake my thirst with several tin cans of water.

  Now I get it! We haven’t just been exiled from Elysium, they’ve also erased not only my fellow's memories, but all of our previous earned experience as well. This happened not just when they drank water from the river of Lethe, but likely when our consciousness’s were put in these soon to be tortured bodies.

  What a perfectly perverse plan indeed, to forge an army out of brainless, white canvases, full of hate, brainwashed as the elite few, who will live the rest of our lives as mindless minions at the services of the one who exiled us in this godforsaken place. A fitting punishment for our crimes, I guess, for choosing to question Lord Hades will. Hades is even more a cruel despot than I had imagined, and which I had grown to believe. And it appears that thought crime and how I acted on it is what has landed me here.

  There has to be a better way than this, though, than just going through the motions on the sand-covered training field. So as I sit with the others I look around at who I might be able to make use of. If I am going to find some way of getting ahead of the curve, earn my to the top here, even figure a way back to Elysium, I can’t be one of the mindless horde who do what they are told and slop down the gruel they are given. I needed to carve my own team out of this motley collection of lost souls, convince them to be my soldiers, not mindless, but encouraged to have my back.

  The first few days I arrive in the bunkhouse dead on my feet and fall into a sleep of death, only to be awoken at dawn, muscle still sore for another day of torture. But eventually I realize I do have some kind of dream when I am out. And it goes something like this every night:

  Consciousness returns to me, albeit slowly, it starts with faints sounds, scraping, creaking, tinkling, then louder, cries, grunts, the clash of metal against metal. The smell hits me next, sweat, leather, dirt, metal, blood. Then vision breaks out of the darkness.

  I am fighting, in the middle of a battle and one that is being fought by what looks like thousands, all around me, humans, base avatars it looks like, armored, covered in mud and blood battling monsters of all kinds. Arrays of status windows hanging above them all counting down as strikes are made on both sides. I am battling for my life it seems, against a monster that I can barely identify. It’s all teeth, claws, scales and stench.

  With my sword, I cut, slice, and stab. My opponent slashes, bites, and pounds on me. Every moment my status falls, but so does it, and once cut down to zero, it disappears, but it is replaced by another and another and the battle seems to go on and on and on.

  Until it is over and I am standing alone on a field of bodies among the blood, mud, smoky air and ripped banner flying on staves in the distance. What side won? I have no idea. I only know that my status says I still have a few life points left.

  Wait. I’m not alone. Someone is walking towards me. As the smoke clears, I can see it’s a woman in armor carrying the same kind of blade I am. She smiles at me and drops her blade, begins to take off her armor piece by piece, first bracers, then greaves, then her breastplate, skirt. She’s stripping naked, revealing a luscious body beneath her bloodied and hacked up armor and clothes underneath.

  Filled with excitement at the reward I know I am being offered, I start stripping off my armor and clothes as well. In moments we are both entirely naked and ready.

  The sight of her naked body ignites something within me; I instantly feel tingles throughout my body as I gaze at her big breasts and voluptuous figure. As she approaches me, my eyes dare to lower even further, to the smooth, bald mound of flesh between her thighs. I see folds of her labia peek through the lips, and a flush of heat and arousal washes over my entire body. It startles me for a moment, but deep inside I carnally know that the feeling is natural in this body.

  She hooks her arms around my neck, and I feel her entire body press against mine. This feeling is the first pleasant sensation I have experienced in this world. The feeling is a sensation that isn’t pain from fighting, thirst, or the burn from the sun. It is warm, smooth, and everywhere she touches leaves enkindled nerves on my skin. Suddenly I feel overwhelmed. My breath catches in my throat.

  My hands instinctively go to cup her large breasts, and I am in awe at how smooth they are in my hands. She watches me as I experimentally circle my thumbs over her nipples, fascinated at how they began to harden beneath my touch. Each bump and crevice of her body has me marveled, and it seems that she is enjoying it as well. Her hands begin to run down my back, making me to shiver.

  We take a few moments to explore each other’s bodies, rather clumsily. A woman’s body is different from a man’s; it is softer, curvier, and seemingly more sensitive in certain areas. I learn that as she touches me, my body tingles when she caresses my ear, or my thighs. Her hands almost hesitate at my thighs, while mine were on her hips. We both look at each other in preparation, and finally our hands start to descend to our loins.

  As soon as her hands wrap around my shaft, my breath ceases again. A shock of intense arousal and ecstasy jolts through my entire body, and my hips slightly buckle. Her fingers are gentle around me, ensuring that she doesn’t harm me. I watch as her finger trails along a vein on my shaft and gradually ascends to my tip. I exhale as she makes contact with it, and she circles it gingerly. It’s in this moment that I realize that the tip is much more sensitive than the rest of me, and she seems to catch on to that as well. Taking advantage of this newfound knowledge, she traces the tip with added pressure. I breathe heavily into her hair, my eyes closed as I enjoy her caresses.

  A clear liquid begins to accumulate at the tip as she strokes me, and she rubs it between her fingertips curiously. She takes the substance and while maintaining eye contact, she licks it off her finger. Contemplating the taste for a moment, she resumes the stroking motion with a smirk.

  It takes me a moment to recover before I start to explore her body more. My finge
rs find her labia now; my fingertips taking in the foreign sensations. I slip my finger inside her entrance, and the initial wetness alarms me. It is slimy and completely envelops my fingers. This seems to please her, though, and she lets out a soft moan in my ear. The sound of her moan triggers another wave of shocks and pressure through my body, and escalates the sensations I get from her touch.

  We both stroke each other with more intensity, and the hot arousal completely encompasses my body. We make our way to the ground, with her below me. Our bodies grind and rub against each other, my shaft pressing against her thigh. I fumble around before I figure that rubbing my shaft against her initiated a pressure from my groin. The feeling is overwhelming, and it gets to the point where my mind is swimming. My vision blurs, and my heart slams against my chest. The synapses in my brain overload with ecstasy, and I pass out in my virtual war-lover’s arms, finally waking up on my cot, now feeling more refreshed than before.

  What was that? I wonder; neuro training, something for the men and women to keep their minds off of sex when they are awake? Yet another form of control? I catch a certain glint in my fellow sufferers’ eyes now, both men and women, realize that they likely experienced this subliminal training as well, even if no one talks about it. Well, they didn’t come here with their personalities or their memories intact, so probably have no idea what’s happening to them.

  I smile at the herd heading for breakfast. I’m pretty sure I can do better than the lot of them. I am better than the whole lot of them.

  CHAPTER 4

  Now, more centered than I’ve ever been in this new life, I keep my eye out for what and who I can use to achieve my own goals, to find the most capable not to mention the hottest of the collection of amnesiacs to form my own team. One that will be the most able in helping me both survive in the short term, level up the fastest, and get on top of this place the quickest, not to mention enjoy myself while I am at it.

  That’s certainly better than focusing on the food we are being given like the rest of the drones here, which is pretty bland whether it’s meat or bread.

  This does include checking out the ladies just across the field while my group trains with shields and swords to see which ones looks the most capable, and the ones I’d most like to get undressed, find out what sex in real bodies is like, because I am curious now. There are a number of them here who look both attractive and athletic. Most of the female forms here are hot since all our bodies seem designed for fighting, although maybe not perhaps as their avatars had. And right there is one who is just pounding on her opponent; the redhead from when we woke up.

  The bell sounds. Training is over for the day. Instead of heading to the mess hall with the rest of the drones. I head over to where the redhead is following her troop and say, “I think you should come with me, I have a good idea what we’re doing here and I think you can help me, and I can help you better than your trainer. You are good, but I can make you better. I’m Zephyros by the way. What’s your name?”

  She stops, curious, doubtless because none of the guys have approached her like this.

  “Melyne,” she tells me. “What do you mean make me better?”

  She will be my first recruit.

  “I’ll need to show you,” I tell her, smile and gesture for her to follow me around a crumbling sandstone corner from the main field of away from where everyone else is headed.

  She’s a little suspicious, keeps a hold of her sword, but says, “all right,” and follows me.

  Out of sight of the others, I drop my shield, motion she do the same.

  “Why?” she asks

  “Faster learning,” I tell her. “You’ll understand. Those anchors will weigh you down in real combat.”

  She thinks about it, then unbuckles and drops it to the sand.

  I raise my blade. She goes into the standard defensive mode we’ve been taught on the field. It doesn’t take me more than a couple of feints and strikes I remember from back in Elysium, limited by my human body’s capabilities, but easy enough to get under her guard and drive her back up against wall.

  “See what I did there.” I smile my sexiest smile at her. “It’s all in the wrist.”

  “Maybe,” she says, brushing red hair from her face. “That was very fast.”

  “Let me demonstrate again,” I tell her.

  This time she’s a little more responsive and even excited as her face flushes red as we spar, and even though she is ready, I still send her to the wall easily. But the third time, she manages to hold her own, breathing heavily but pleased with herself, smiling as her red lock hangs down over her bright green eyes.

  “Ready to try again?” I ask.

  She nods, stands straight and I try my next maneuver on her. It’s an old trick I learned a long time ago, but it always works the first time around. It did on me as well.

  We come at each other. I skip to the side, grab her arm, twist her wrist forcing her to drop her blade, spin her around and lay her out on the tan sand in the flash of an eye.

  On her feet a moment ago, beautiful Melyne is now lying on the ground in shock, her chest heaving, with me above her on my hands and knees grinning. When she recovers, the look of fury on her face is priceless, but she doesn’t struggle, instead her change of expression tells me she is impressed.

  “None of Amyndas’ trainers are going to teach you moves like that,” I tell her, enjoying the submission to my martial superiority and respect she’s silently offering me. I may have a Threat Level of a measly 1 but that will never tell the whole story. “Want to learn how to do that and more?”

  “Yes,” she tells me.

  I’m not surprised she’s a bit excited. Melyne’s a person after all, not a bot.

  I pull her up and start training her then and there. She’s both enthusiastic and picks up the martial moves quickly, at least in what time we have before the second bell, because we’ve both picked up quite the appetite by then. As we look back, I gaze over her with admiration, and not just for her body. She must have been something back in Elysium. Here, though, she’s going to be mine.

  That’s just the first lesson but we spend more time together, whenever our training overlaps, which is tricky because the schedule that the trainers set is as unpredictable as it is grueling. And in the meantime I’m able to pick some other members for our team.

  Melyne, however is the first that I manage to first get at least partially undressed while our sparring sessions have gotten more and more intimately physical. It’s on the third that I’ve gotten her so hot and bothered that when I’ve got her on the ground again and manage to unstrap her breastplate to reveal her heaving breasts and the thin sweat soaked tunic top clinging to them.

  My eyes can’t tear away from her chest, and Melyne can see this. With a smirk, she pulls away her red hair back, revealing her slender shoulders and clavicle. Her hands slowly peel away the tunic, revealing her perky breasts underneath. Melyne’s breasts aren’t as large as the virtual lovers were, but they are shapely and firmer.

  Her skin is pale and milky against the fiery red that is her hair. I take a moment to admire her before she shifts, and my eyes dart up to her face. An inviting look is in her eyes, like she’s waiting for me to make the first move. I hook my fingers beneath her trousers and slowly remove them somewhat awkwardly; placing them to the side. My palms caress her muscled thighs, my hands running over scars and bruises from the training and other battles. A soft exhale escapes her lips as I do this; like myself, her thighs seem a source of sexual sensitivity in this world.

  Her hands begin to unfasten my own armor and attire, shoving the pieces to the side. The sun burns onto my now exposed skin, and she trails her sweaty palm from my collarbone down to my navel. We make eye contact, and her hand descends to my already erect shaft. Her fingers lightly graze me, and the familiar wave of arousal washes through me. As I soak in the sensation, Melyne pulls a clever maneuver; suddenly she is on top of me, with her thighs stretched on both sides of my w
aist.

  The new position gives me a better view of her naked body. The sun shines through the locks of her hair, rendering her face dark and shadowed. Sunlight borders and accentuates her curvy frame, and I can barely see the corners of her mouth tug into another smirk. I feel her vagina rest on top of my throbbing erection, a tantalizing tease of what I know I desire deep down.

  Melyne leans forward, until her face is millimeters away from mine. While she looks into my eyes, she begins to roll her hips in a slow, teasing circle on top of me. Her eyes never break away as she rolls her entire body in a rhythmic motion; grazing my shaft ever so slightly. I grip the small of her back with my hands, and gradually go to grip her ass cheeks.

  Unexpectedly, she presses her lips against mine. It is another sensation that is foreign to me, and it catches me off guard for a split second. Her lips are soft and fleshy, and for a moment I blunder with the motion. Melyne notices my hesitation and angles my face with her hand. The angling allows for her to kiss me even deeper, and it ignites the same arousal that I had felt earlier. Suddenly, I become more hyper, more aware of every touch, caress, and contact that her body makes on mine.

  Her tongue invades my mouth, and dances with my own in various flicking motions. I start to understand the motions now, and I begin to dominate the kiss. I grip the nape of her neck with one hand and squeeze her ass with the other. Instinctively, we both start to grind our bodies; exchanging sweat and soft panting. The pressure starts to build in my groin, and I know that it is escalating to an apex. I feel her own juices start to leak onto my shaft, and it is another additive to my arousal.

  Before we can explore any further, we hear a voice call out towards our direction; which sobers us both from our euphoria.

  We quickly get our armor back on before we are discovered by the trainer, and then proceed to stride past him pretending to ignore each other.