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I will say to you, Lady Vivian, that you can count me among your allies if you wish it.

His voice was soft, a throaty whisper that caressed the softness of Vivian’s ear. He felt…lazy and full, his hedonistic side satisfied for the time being. She was, in a word, exquisite, and what they had just shared had moved beyond that, beyond anything that Emil could find words for. So, he didn’t try to find them. He instead reveled in the quiet, in the deep rise and fall of his chest, in the light scratch of her nails against his flesh and the scent of candles and sex that perfumed the air.

Lady Lucia was a very lucky woman indeed. He knew not to utter these words, but they circled his head from time to time as his auburn gaze lifted from Vivian’s delicate features to the shifting shadows that peeked out from the corners of Vivian’s tent. That was still a mystery to be solved, why the Dark Witch decided to live by herself in a tent such as this instead of renting or owning a room in the city. Perhaps it was the peace and quiet? Emil didn’t think so. Vivian didn’t give off the vibe of being a country girl, in love with sunsets and singing crickets instead of the hustle and bustle of a metropolis.

When she began to speak again, more about her want for Astor’s throne, Emil’s attention immediately went back to her. He had thought it a silly thing when she first mentioned it, wanting to become queen. But he quickly found that those words stroked and aroused her ego. Her ambition when it came to that crown and the title to go with it were real, not some joke to throw in the face of other players because she was powerful.

So, Emil found himself paying closer attention. He didn’t know if it was something that could be done, honestly. He had never met Astor and the single time he had tried to get in contact with the King, he had been ignored. Therefore, his feelings for this…boy king shifted and swayed like the long grass in the savannah.

Provide me with information, if you could, Emil murmured, his brow furrowing as he spoke. This…Astor. He is a real person? All this time, I believed him a Citizen of TerraSphere, someone made up of data instead of an actual heartbeat. He paused, thinking. To be frank, Lady Vivian, taking the throne from a piece of data would be easier than a living, breathing, thinking entity.

His words and his thoughts were cut short when the Dark Witch pressed her lips against his, the taste of wine on her tongue shared with him. A low groan rumbled through him as he kissed her back, cupping the back of her head as his tongue gently teased hers. Pulling back, he swiped a tiny droplet of the liquid from the corner of her mouth before tilting his head, his single eye inspecting every inch of her face. Mirth swam within his gaze.

I do believe that helping you achieve this goal would be a fantastic idea. I will offer you whatever aid I am able to give. ​

 

The taste of sweet mine lingered in her mouth. Her naked body moved and sat up as she leaned against a fort of pillows supporting her back while her fingers grasped daintily at the wine cup. While her bare body was mostly exposed, it didn't seem to affect Emil much. His stiff organ seemed to have succumbed to rest, and she would not blame him for that. His stamina was mostly on a tier she rarely had the pleasure of being with, but she enjoyed her body just as much as men enjoyed looking and feasting upon. Resting her azure eyes on the male, she recalled his question and nodded.

She set the cup of wine down beside her and smiled that Vivian trademark smile, "Turn over on your belly, let me help rest those weary shoulders with a massage. Did you know I am a masseuse in New York? I have my own establishment and everything." Using her finger to tell him to spin around, the woman waited with a giggle watching his naked body turn and slip into the ground. She licked her lips and sat on butt and leaned down. Her soft nipples now pressed against his back as she lowered her head and her mouth to his ear before teasing it with that split tongue of hers.

With a bubbly laughter, the woman leaned up and allowed the Pyromancer Heat to radiate through her left palm while the right was having some trouble with the bindings and seals placed upon it. She was thankful for that at least, but she could still spread that warmth over his shoulders and help massage the aches and knots in his back.

"From what I have gathered," Vivian began to explain, "Astor and Lucia go way back. So I am pretty sure he is indeed a player just like the rest of us. Now, I am not sure HOW he became King, maybe it was a world quest or something or a situation of being in the right place at the right time."

Her hands moved in circle form around his shoulders and lower back, sweeping her hands across the tight skin of the male as she once again started to get aroused. She bit her lower lip yet remained in control of her urges. The man beneath her thick thighs was a smart one indeed, his question was logical.

"Yes, that is true. It might have been easier to have taken it from an NPC, but we don't necessarily know the limits granted by the mechanics of the game. A player could be dethroned, demoralized, be stripped down to nothing. And it is BECAUSE Astor is a living, breathing human, that he has the faults and the mortality of one as well. Shake him up and his feelings could become unraveled. But anyone who is not me on the throne is a threat."

Her nails scrapped down his spine just so she made herself clear of her ideals and her dreams. If Emil had such ambitions, she would have to settle with breaking him in the future. But for now, he did say he would be an ally to her, and that was enough to accept him at his words.

"I am glad we see...eye to eye." She laughed, a bubbly fit of giggles as she tended to the nail marks by smoothing the flesh and kissing those spots where she pressed harder. Shifting herself over him again, she allowed her hands to rest over his shoulder blades and working the knots of his arms and sides.

"What about you, Lord Emil. What do you want out of TerraSphere? Surely a man of your stature would want something from this world that you do not own outside?"

 

There was no hesitation from the male mage. He immediately turned over, presenting his well sculpted back for Vivian’s eyes and fingers. The moment her warm hands coasted over his bare flesh, he groaned in pleasure, the sound similar to the lusty grunts he had expelled mere minutes before. These ended with soft sighs as his muscles loss tension under her practiced fingers. Emil crossed his arms and turned his head to rest on them, his eye closed for now, the tiny dip between his brows a mix of pleasure and pain. Who knew that he carried so much stress in his shoulders.

That feels amazing, he grunted as another knot was worked out, the deep press of her fingers leaving a lasting impression on not only his body, but his mind as well. He shivered under her ministrations, a soft surprised sound coming from him at the feel of her split tongue against the shell of his ear. You must do well for yourself outside of TerraSphere. It’s obvious that you are a very talented woman.

A familiar surge of heat whipped through his torso, the simmering embers of lust quickly fanned by the Dark Witch atop his back. So soon, he thought with a smirk as he lane prone beneath her.

Hm, the male whispered when Vivian paused in her explanation. It was dangerous territory she was trespassing in, especially if the current King and her current lover were friends of a sort. Wouldn’t she be stopped? Wouldn’t Lady Lucia somehow upset Vivian’s dark plan? Surely, she wouldn’t want her friend to fall from grace and the betrayal be traced back to her by proxy. Or, perhaps this was all a farce and it was Lucia who wanted the throne but could only act through Vivian?

Interesting, to say the least, and it got Emil’s brain working quicker than it had in a long while. There were so many pawns on this board, so many chairs at the table, that he wasn’t sure which one to completely devote himself to. Or, if he could play all sides and merely see where the puzzle pieces fell when the time came for them to drop. That was probably the smarter decision, no doubt, but not necessarily the wisest. He wanted power, of course, and should anyone find him to be a double – or triple – agent, the jig would be up and he would be cast from the Game.

If only I were a Lord, Lady Vivian, Emil responded, his mind keeping up with her playful giggles even as he thought about the information she had freely given to him. A title would be nice, he said, his tone thoughtful as if he hadn’t considered it before. And a title comes with land, one would assume. Surely virtual land would be easier to maintain that its physical counterpart. He chuckled at his own joke, playing up the innocent aspect of naivety. The truth was simple: he wanted power, he wanted titles, he wanted lands. And how he got those things…well, he was still researching the different avenues.

I exist within TerraSphere mainly for relaxion and escapism, he told her on the breath of a sigh. It’s more entertaining to be here than pouring over medical books and case studies. I’m in my second year of medical school and this is a nice pivot from my day-to-day life. I have no great ambitions, not like yourself. He paused, allowing a serene silence to fall between them before he picked up conversation with her once again.

You said that Lady Lucia and Astor are – were? – friends, correct? Does she not oppose your bid for this throne? Assuming, of course, that she was one of the few that might have helped Astor achieve it? ​