Hunt for the Necromancer- The Complete Series, page 1
part #1 of Hunt for the Necromancer Series
Contents
Demo page
Demo
Book 1
Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5
Ch 6
Book 2
Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5
Book 3
Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5
Ch 6
Book 4
Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5
Ch 6
Book 5
Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5
Ch 6
Ch 7
Final Page
Copyright
HUNT FOR THE NECROMANCER
DEMO
With a hand wave, I exited the game and blinked at the pitch black I was left in. My Virtual Reality console wasn’t exactly new, and I’ve lowered those goggles over my eyes every single day since it came out. It was understandable I had to stare at nothing for a couple of seconds as it loaded. It also gave me time to try and pin what exactly I was looking for.
I had a very particular itch to scratch today, but it seemed none of the games I currently owned would do. My homepage came to life, inundating my vision with stark white light. I moved my hand in the air, controlling the cursor so it glided across the screen. I opened the library with the flicker of a finger, sighing as I scrolled the page down. So many games… and yet I didn’t feel like playing any of them.
First World Problems: I didn’t know to which game I wanted to jerk off to.
Ever since Virtual Reality made its release, we all knew it was going to be heavily used for porn. Hell, I bought my own console for that reason and that reason only. I had my fair share of fun with other games, of course - even the first ones and their ludicrous graphics were fun once you let the immersion take you in. But everybody was expecting the VR revolution to join the two worlds - video game and porn. Everybody craved that. Whoever says they didn’t, it’s a lie.
The industry took their time - it had to be splendid. You can’t fool yourself for long when you’re trying to fuck a triangle-titted girl or one who can’t really manage facial expressions. There’s also the fact that, in the beginning, there were only the glasses so you had to be hands-on. Hands on yourself, I mean.
That’s where The Conqueror game revolutionized. They developed, along with the game, an apparatus that connected to your brain, sending… electrical waves to it?
I’ll be honest. I never knew how it worked, though my job is in the tech area. But who cares - when I watched the conference saying that their chip or some shit would tell you exactly what to feel, where to feel it… Before I knew it, I was throwing dollar bills on my computer screen, screaming “shut up and take my money”. Every other nerd alive too, for it was sold out on the first day of prerelease. They had to make a second release (with a higher price) to take care of that.
The apparatus was a game changer. The game itself was a whole other level too - true immersion, amazing graphics. It was the beginning of a whole new way of gaming and jerking off.
In fact, it’s so awesome that, two years after its release, no one yet managed to do something like they did. It seemed everyone was so busy playing it no one managed to create another game so rad. Another game that joined perfectly those two great industries of our time - porn and gaming.
Letting my eyes scrutinize the thumbnails, I dismissed The Conqueror, my usual go-to. I’ve played it countless times these past years since it came out, but today I wanted something short and to the point.
I was about to give up and open the store when a bell blinked up on the top of the screen. I clicked it open to see the message “New demo available”. I prayed to the gods of sex for it to be a good one. Being a demo, it was presumed to be short. With some luck, it would be exactly what I wanted.
“New game by James Sato… James Sato…” I muttered for a moment, sure I knew the name. Raising my voice, I commanded, “Alexa, who is James Sato?”
The AI, now connected to my console, answered in my ear. “James Sato is a game developer and designer. He is one of the creators of The Conqueror game, being the co-founder of…”
“That’s enough, thanks,” I rolled the notice down, my brows raising. I remembered his company making some conferences about a new game, but they were being super mysterious. “Fuck, that’s probably an insta-buy.”
I clicked on the download button, holding back a grin. It started to download as I switched the window to my chat software, reading the names until I found Aaron’s. He, of course, was not on the server, even if it was a Thursday night and all of our other colleagues were.
He would still receive my messages on his phone though, so I clicked it open and allowed the voice-recognition.
“Hey, man,” I voice-typed. “Are you home?”
I was about to change back to the download screen, as if watching it would make it faster, when I noticed the small reticences by his name, indicating he was typing back.
“Nope. At Amy’s.”
I rolled my eyes. Aaron was a cool guy - I’ve known him since high school. We went through college together and we’ve been working together for some years now. But damn, did he have a shitty taste in chicks.
Alright, I know - who am I to say. I jerk off to pixels in the form of a pussy. The thing is: this Amy girl is not the kind of chick I’d like to see a friend of mine dating. Bros before bossy hoes, especially in a world where VR porn was so accessible. If you were the romantic kind or wanted to stay clear of R-Rated games, there were a bunch of famous dating SIMs. It was masochist to persevere in a half-ass relationship with all that.
“Guess what,” I continued. “There’s this new game from the same creator of The Conqueror. Demo’s just become available to download.”
“Marc. Man. I know we’ve been friends for some ten years now, but are you really messaging me to say you’re about to jack off? TMI.”
I chortled. “I’m just saying. The Conqueror was amazing, maybe you’d want to check this out too.”
I watched the reticences for a while before swapping back to the download screen. Halfway through. The chat notified me of a message a moment later, Aaron’s name lit up.
“Yeah. About that. I still haven’t gotten the chance of playing it.”
I gawked, re-reading the sentence then frowned hard. What the hell. “Dude, I gave you the game it’s been almost a year now.”
“I know, sorry. Amy saw it on my homepage and freaked out. She won’t let me play those ‘sex games’, as she calls them.”
“Wasn’t she the one who loved to preach about you respecting her privacy?” The memory of Aaron’s last birthday was still clear in my head. We went out for a bite with some friends and she spent the whole night isolated with her phone. When Aaron asked her what she was doing, she lost it, yelling he was being disrespectful. Needless to say, Aaron skirted my question.
“Well, I’d rather have a real girlfriend though.”
“Even if she’s controlling and rude AF? She won’t let you hang out with us too. Remember that time she didn’t let you come out to a Java course with me? And it wasn’t a lie, it was really a course. I got a pay raise because of that.”
“I know but still.”
I waited another moment but he didn’t reply so I dropped it, switching back to the download screen. Both Aaron and I were almost thirty - he was old enough to make his own choices, as shitty as they came. The best I could do was warning him his shitty girlfriend was not all that precious.
I blinked, refocusing on the download bar - it hit ninety-five percent. My heartbeat picked up and I adjusted myself against the armchair, specifically bought for long VR experiences.
The game download finished and installed itself rather quickly - which told me this was going to be short and I would probably have to deal with the fact that I was going to play for fifteen minutes before the game dumped me, horny and begging for more. Demos were exactly like that - they’d leave you hot and bothered and ready to buy the whole freaking game, not giving a shit about its price.
My vision went dark once more and I heard the low hum the console made when it was processing a VR game for the first time. It purred for a moment and a pop-up window warned me that, due to the nature of a demo, the game was going to use my custom preferences. Those were built according to my previous experiences within the console. How couldn’t everybody love this shit. I couldn’t care less if Google was spying on me - it brought me the best recommendations every single time, and it was surprisingly reliable in finding me the porn I liked, the way I liked it.
An electric current massaged my scalp, running down my arms, making my hairs stand on end until silence fell and I was no one in nowhere. I let the immersion take me in, submerging in the bodiless sensation.
My conscience floated. Apart from the current, which still ran faintly over my skin, I imagined that’s what a sensory deprivation chamber felt like. From the dark space around me, a tiny blue light fluttered from my left but as I turned to stare at it, it darted, dancing up and down in large circles, leaving words behind as if dust or smoke. “The Completionist” was written in neon letters as the tiny blue light went off and I
The massive set of timber doors was typically medieval - metal hinges, weathered wood and all that. I breathed out, looking down at myself - I had my usual avatar, someone that looked like me but in way better shape than my couch potato self. The hunting boots, dark pants and half-opened cotton shirt, with a sword to my side, also implied a medieval set-up. I stepped back from the entrance, looking up - the stone building was, indeed, a castle. Tall towers stood proud to each side, a silver luminescence indicating the moon was rising behind it. Since I spawned facing the doors, it was clear the game expected me to enter, but I took my time to look around and study the graphics. Not surprisingly, there were no visible glitches, nothing that pulled me out of the immersion. The air was warm against the skin of my face and chest, but not warm enough to bother me. The only sound reaching my ears was the rustle of leaves in the breeze. I looked around, searching for its source.
The place where I stood in seemed to be atop a kind of hill, the castle floor high above the treetops of thousands upon thousands of trees. The flicker of an orange light in the distance caught my eye - I squinted at what was probably a city on the outskirts of the castle. City or not city, it was ablaze.
I walked to the edge of the landing I was in, pressing my eyes to see in the distance. Here and there, amid flames, I could see winged forms crossing the air, their shadows spreading in the night. I rose my brows, hand searching for the grip of my sword. Either vampires or demons, I wondered what kind of game they were presenting me.
Scrutinizing my surroundings, I looked for menus or commands, the usual stuff when you start a new game. There was a small exclamation mark by the lower right side of my vision, almost see-through. I lifted my hand, tapping it, and a list slid from the right.
As my eyes focused on each word, they became bolder, clearer to see. The other ones remained see-through, as to not rob my attention from the game. There were some options, like Items and Settings, that did not become bolder, so I could only guess they were locked for the demo. The only information I could access was my own - Marc, Level 10 Knight, demo uses: 01.
I twisted my mouth. Pros: I was a level 10, at least. No need to grind during a demo. Cons: There was no timer, so the game would probably kick me out after I succeeded in a certain objective. Which definitely lay inside the castle. I paced, trying to calculate the distance to the village. Maybe I could get some more game-time if I went there first.
From my estimates, it was too fucking far away. If the game had an inner counter and kicked me out halfway there, I’d lose my shit. Besides, my main objective in this game was something else entirely, so I turned back to the castle and, unsheathing my couldn’t-be-more-basic sword, pushed the door open.
It creaked but it was way easier to open it than I expected in real life. Even if all was covered in silence, the place was not abandoned - a firelit hall extended away from me, torches lining up the walls. There were a red carpet and tapestries but they were rugged and frayed. I swallowed, stepping inside what clearly had to be Dracula’s castle.
The atmosphere was heavy - there was no sound apart from my steps. I couldn’t even hear the rustling leaves anymore. I pressed the sword harder, looking over my shoulder every couple of steps. There was a long, wooden table in the middle of the hall, but no food and no one sat there. I strode along it, watching any moving shadows in the side corridors. At the end of the hall, a couple of steps led up to a throne. The immense stained-glass window above it had been smashed to pieces, its shards rained down the throne and scattered on the floor.
Something certainly came through that stained-glass window. Something that could fly.
A yell caught my attention, my heart leaping up. I jerked my head to the left, searching for the source of the sound, but it probably came from the inside of a set of doors behind the table.
I breathed in, reminding myself it was a game and I definitely had to play along to reach its end. My boots crashed the glass as I stomped to the door, clutching my sword as I pushed it open in a swift motion.
I entered the room, smaller than the previous, its walls also littered with torches. It would be deserted if not for a table and two figures.
A long rope went up, around one of the beams in the low ceiling and dropped back down. One of the ends was tightly tied around the throat of a red-haired female gladiator. Her hands were tied in front of her, and I couldn’t help but notice the action pressed her tits together. She wore little more than a top, lined with brown fur over her shoulders. Her ample chest forced against the material of the top, the straight line of her belly arching with panting. A tiny leather skirt was battered on one side, revealing the curve of a bronze, muscled thigh. Her long legs ended in high boots but her skin was peppered with scratches and minor cuts. Her beautiful face frowned as the rope was pulled, the knot around her neck closing under her jaw and pulling her up with it. Her feet dangled inches from the floor.
With wide eyes, I marched to her, now searching for the offender. I was shook with what I saw but gritted my teeth not to show it. This game was making fast work of convincing me.
The wings were large and scaled, dark as night, reflecting the orange light from the torches. But she was no vampire - tiny horns sprouted from between her bangs, white hair tied back into a braid that fell down her shoulder, between her phenomenal tits. There was nothing as good as that in real life - they were huge but perky, and bounced naturally, unlike what would happen with fake tits. The demoness licked her teeth as her red eyes blinked at me, a grin stretching across her face.
“Well, well, well,” she relaxed her arm, letting the red-haired rest her feet on the floor, gasping for air. “What do we have here?”
Her voice was honey and husky at the same time. If there was a voice that could represent sex, that’d be the one. My dick was all ears.
“Let her go,” I snarled, my voice graver than I expected it to sound. I pressed the sword between my fingers, her gaze lingering on the blade for a moment. I had enough experience in this sort of game to know how to use a sword, and my level 10 was possibly going to give me some advantage there.
She adjusted her body so she was facing me. Her perfect tits barely held back by a resemblance of a black laced bikini top that pretty much hid her nipples. I checked her small waist, curved hips and tiny excuse for leather shorts, atop fuck-me boots. She was lithe but so generous in the right places. I wondered how those curves would feel against my body, and that thought only made me grow harder. Her long fingers danced down the curve of her breast to touch her braid, throwing it over a shoulder.
“And if I don’t?” The demoness purred, jutting out her bottom lip. Her hand rested over a hip as she once more tucked on the rope, making the red-haired gasp.
I gritted my teeth. I’d have to kick her possibly amazing ass, even if my dick disagreed with such violence. It was straining hard against my pants now. The demoness did not even pretend she wasn’t seeing it - her eyes lingered there as she smirked, her pointy canines pressing against her lips.
“I’m separating your beautiful head from your shoulders,” I roared, opening a smile as I held my sword with both hands in front of me. I separated my feet, bracing for an attack.
The demoness grinned back at me, stepping back until she reached a sconce by the wall. There, she bound her end of the rope, leaving the red-haired by the tips of her feet. The demoness walked to her, whispering against her lips, “Don’t go anywhere.” She turned back to me, catwalking closer, her hips dancing, mesmerizingly. I almost missed a new message flashing on the corner of my vision.
