Chapter 031: Until Death Do Us Part

It wasn’t an easy night. I already got used to sleeping with Simea, even if our relationship was platonic.

There was also the permanent dread that either Simea or Leria were going to tell everyone about my shameful and disgusting past. That I was going to wake up and enter the mess hall to hear the talks dying down, replaced with disapproving stares of the people I considered my friends.

I guess that I underestimated them. A lot. After I finally woke up and went for breakfast, I discovered that there was no change in behaviour. I kept hiding in my bedroom out of fear for so long that everyone was already there, including (to my surprise) Vila. She was sticking close to Leria and seemed to be afraid of talking to people, but…

… Well, I guess that the arrival of our future enchanter pushed her into a second place in the Most Shy Member Of The Group ranking. Both of them went through a lot. The elf… fuck, I already forgot her name. I was never good with them to begin with. Ugh. Well, let’s hope she will recuperate quickly. Preferably faster than Vila, since she suffered much less.

“You look like shit.” Menara sat closely to the entrance and was the first person to speak to me after you enter. “Bad dreams?”

My heart skipped a bit after the ‘shit’ part. A good second passed before my stupid brain concluded that it wasn’t about me.

“Yeah. The worst.” Having dreams while in game was one more part of the Hyperrealism Addon that Robinson must have added mostly for the lulz. It started lightly, so at first we weren’t sure about it, but by now that part was no different than in real life. Nightmares were a thing as well, obviously.

I sat on my seat, at the very beginning of a long table, close to the kitchen door. With Simea, Leria, Lena and Vaera sitting close to me.

“You look really bad.” Leria said to me when I sat. “Bad dreams?”

Oh, God. Am I really looking THAT bad?

“And guess whose fault is it.” I sighed. “I hope you are happy with results of your little investigation.”

“You knew it was me?” She looked at me suspiciously. Oh, right. I forgot. Simea didn’t tell me that.

“I accidentally overheard you two speaking.”

“I see.” Leria shrugged. “I guess it will remain a secret then. To be honest I expected something more dreadful. That must be the most popular ‘secret’ among the Dragonspine Mountains inhabitants. Even I was similar before I assumed a mantle of a Chosen One.”

Yeah. Let’s stick with that.

“Something happen?” Vaera grew curious of our riddle-speaking.

“We accidentally uncovered a terrible secret of Avhar and he feels bad about this.” Leria answered him. “But it’s nothing really terrible, so it will remain a secret.”

“Hm…” Vaera looked at me curiously. “Are you gay?”

FOR FUCK’S SAKE, WHY DOES PEOPLE KEEP SUSPECTING ME OF BEING GAY.

“No, I’m not.” I shook my head with disbelief. “Why does people keep assuming I’m homosexual?! I’m into females. Normal, straightforward, without different… armaments hidden anywhere.” At least I was like that now. When I had the most terrible period of my life, I often glanced at… really weird hentais.

Nobody answered me. Of course. Ugh.

“Uhm, Av.” Simea finally opened her mouth. I could see she was preparing to it mentally for a while now. “There is a thing about what happened yesterday.”

“Yes?”

“I ran out instead of thinking. Uhm. The thing that I accidentally did… I mean, it isn’t the same as it would be in our world, right?”

“What is she talking about?” Lena got curious.

“Nothing reaaally important.” I said with a cunning smile. “She proposed to me.”

There was a moment of silence in the kitchen. Simea once again blushed and lost her voice in the same time.

“She did what?!” Lena managed to utter after a while.

“She proposed to me. You know, a marriage proposal.” Ok, that was just brutal but I wanted a little payback for spying on me. “She was quite bold that evening.”

I didn’t know it was possible but Simea went even more red. She was so innocent. How cute. The cutest. The cutestest.

“It wasn’t like that!” She finally managed to speak. “It was an accident!”

“Alright. It’s Sunday, right?” Vaera said loudly. “I won!” What?

“What are you talking about?” I asked him.

“We were betting on which day one of you finally confesses.” Vaera answered me with a wide grin.” I bet that it would be on a Sunday. So I won.”

“Wait a second, it happened yesterday and not today. It was Saturday, so it’s my win!” Leria shouted.

“It doesn’t work like that! It’s obvious you took a part in this! I don’t know what sort of secret you all have, but I’m sure that you sent her to him! You were cheating!” Lena decided to disagree and start an argument. That soon grew rather vocal.

I guess the small love drama between me and Simea was more… visible than I thought. Ugh. Maybe I really was as dumb as an average anime protagonist?

I decided to avoid participating in the argument… at least as long as they won’t use physical arguments. I leaned towards Simea who sat beside me.

“You know you could have at least waited for my answer.” She looked at me with a surprise.

“Well, I got scared. You know, when you said the ‘you just proposed to me’ part.” She shrugged. “As I said already I understood that it had no real meaning, besides the fact that Overtyrant might work as a limiter. Marriage. What’s the point of it in a game?”

“It might have more meaning than you think.” I paused to drank wine from my glass. “Let’s think for a while. What will happen if we won’t be freed from the game? That would mean spending the rest of our lives in the game. If that would happen, how would such a marriage be different than ‘proper’ marriage?”

“I… guess.” She was deep in thoughts for a while. “On the other hand, what if we get freed? I mean…”

I know what she wanted to say. I doubt her parents will accept me, besides we live on other sides of the world. I wasn’t from America. I wasn’t even from that continent.

“Well, it’s already more than a month and we are still here.” I answered her. “Wherever this ‘here’ is. I don’t think the help is going to arrive.” It was a sad truth, but… Robinson wanted us here. And he rarely failed to achieve what he wanted. If he said we were going to stay here forever, there was a decent chance this really was going to happen. “To be honest I’m still conflicted about it internally, but I think that… it might have been a good idea.”

“It? You mean, the m...ma...marriage?” She stumbled quite cutily there. Too bad that shame is the first thing I’ll need to… well, using the phrase ‘beat out of her’ would have been dangerously ambiguous, so I’ll simply say ‘remove’.

“Yes. Unless it’s no longer a thing? You didn’t withdraw your proposal, right?” Her jaw dropped. Looks like she didn’t expect that.

“W..well. I guess that it’s still a thing.” She managed to utter after a while.

“You don’t look horribly convinced.” To be honest she was simply totally surprised. But I wasn’t going to let it slide without teasing her a little. “Well, just in case I’m going to write a very detailed script describing what can and what can’t be done. I suggest that you don’t look into it. Your opinion about me could possibly never recover.” I shook my head. That would require a lot of trust on her part, so I wasn’t sure if it would stand. “I promise to make the rules really conservative. We can then write the official part about things unrelated to sex together, sign it and give it to Leria. That will make it official.” Suddenly I was interrupted, when I felt magic being cast in the vicinity.

Oh shit, looks like the argument really got hot.

***

In the end we managed to avoid having the mess hall ruined, but we had few wounded. Leria got a Dragon’s Flare in the face from Vaera and narrowly managed to put out fire in her hair. Lena in the same time almost strangled the mountain elf.

What is this, a kindergarten?

Kytar and Menara were in the bet as well, but due to not being good in combat they simply retreated from the mess hall. Together with Vila, Ytar, and our two new members. They finished their breakfast in the corridor, while I was busy pacifying those three blockheads. Ugh.

It kinda ruined the mood. After the situation was resolved I quickly retired to the study and wrote the list. It was unpleasant. Brought back too many memories. It was also tough, because I had to fight myself over many points.

Simea came right when I finished. Writing the rest was much faster, even if at least equally important. That was basic stuff, like ‘it’s for life’, ‘no betraying’ and so on. A basic description of marriage as an institution. We didn’t even have to write stuff about future children because humans (and halfdaemons as well) couldn’t have children with elves.

It was a most troublesome part to be honest. It was hard to find a god that was cool with marriages between people that couldn’t get children because of hailing from different species. The whole point of marriages in their eyes (and in eyes of Robinson) was to have children and raise them to be good adults.

Not like it was a real problem for the world. Overwhelming majority of countries and nations was built of species and subspecies that were compatible with each other. Ambryxis was an anomaly because it was mostly built of refugees, in most cases banished from more enlightened lands.

It was a problem mostly for adventurers. They were the most mobile social group. Even in their cases they mostly enjoyed casual relationships until they retired - when that happened they mostly moved back to live amongst their kin. And got married.

I really hoped that Overtyrant would understand the intentions. Everything I knew suggested he would. But still, no children for us.

On one side that was sad, on the other… well, I wasn’t even completely sure if this was possible, that one girl Vasyr mentioned might have been some sort of anomaly. But having a child would be nice. Maybe not in a game, but...

The atmosphere was weird. It felt surreal. Seriously, marriage?! Even in a game, I never thought it was possible. Not to me. That it looked more like clerical work make it even weirder.

“We are going to repeat this when we move into more… enlightened parts of the world.” I said when we were about to finish writing the contract. “You know, the marriage.”

Simea nodded furiously. “Right. It doesn’t feel like we are marrying. It’s more like… I don’t know. Taking a loan in a bank?”

“You ever took a loan?” I suddenly got curious.

“Nope. But I also never got married.” Hmph. Fair point. “So, I think it’s finished. What now?”

“I guess it’s time to hand it to Leria.” The moment she was going to accept it as valid, it would become valid. Game mechanics should recognize it as well.

I still couldn’t believe she actually agreed to not read the… NSFW part of the marriage contract. It required some guts. Or simply being a slightly naive maiden in love who began relying on a person (due to condition of her body and Deviation’s unnecessary meddling) and developed a feelings to him.

Seriously, wasn’t that Stockholm Syndrome?

Well, I wasn’t going to complain. I also wasn’t going to trick her. The closest to it that I came was adding a single hook to the contract, that THEORETICALLY should allow us to nullify it. Of course Overtyrant probably disliked ideas like that, just like khardism disliked divorces, but he should also (if he really was a god) understand the intentions. It still required consent from both sides to work.

I probably won’t get cursed if that happens. I also probably won’t get cursed after making such a hidden clause in a contract signed under Symphony (as khardics called it). Too much ‘probably’ for my taste.

***

“Alright, I read it. The whole document.” Leria said. “Especially the bedroom related part was a fun read. Few things were a complete novel even to me. You should write a book describing this stuff, it would make a killing.”

“...And fix our budget problems. Unfortunately I don’t think I’m a sufficiently good writer to write books. Besides, you probably know some of these things but under other names.” Yes. Let’s hope that it’s the case. The last thing I want to learn is that I’m a bigger pervert than this Doomplace’s average. I already have a truly terrible self assessment, let’s not make it worse.

“So, I guess it’s okay with me. I’m not really sure if I have the authority to accept it…”

A CONTRACT SIGNED

You have signed a marriage contract with Simea Rymarz. Due to having a Chosen One of Overtyrant as your witness, this is considered a pledge made before the Overtyrant.

Breaking it willingly will mean dire consequences. Breaking it by accident will so as well, unless proper repentance is done. If you are forced to break it by a third party, there will be no punishment.

“...Despite you telling me otherwise, it’s just… why are you looking at me like that?” I couldn’t hold it anymore and I chuckled loudly. Simea joined me.

“Well, it looks like I’m already Simea Khan rather than Rymarz.” Simea decided to have mercy and inform Leria on the reason for our laughter. “I hope you will take good care of me, sister-in-law.”

“Sister-in-law?! She is no sister of mine.” IT’S TEASING TIME. “She is just a brute I accidentally met, without a tiniest bit of feminine charms.”

“Oh reaaally?” Leria answered me calmly. “Should I show her the message on Nexus in which you ask me… No you beg me. ‘Please, Leria, can I call you my sisteeer!’”

… Alright. She got me there. “Touche.” There is no shame in losing if you accept it wholeheartedly and without whining like a little child. “That is not truth, and besides it was long ago. My opinion on you has changed!”

“Right, right. Now, don’t you two have something better to do?” Leria smirked. “You know what comes after wedding, right?”

Simea blushed again. Cute. Or she is just so perverted that she keeps imagining things and it manifests like that. Both options were equally good on my side.

For me it was a moment that I was mortally afraid of.

***

I sat on the bed. I already changed into different set of clothing earlier. Pants and linen shirt. It was much more comfortable when it came to the wedding night than a robe.

She wore the same clothing she wore at our first meeting. Black, silken dress, knee-high socks and long gloves. Pretty. Stylish. Showing enough to entice interest, but not enough to be called slutty. It really fit her magic (that she almost never got to use) quite well.

Too bad it had to go.

She was blushing of course. She stood in front of me, trying to avert her eyes. Huh.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too late for shame? You know we already did a lot?” She wasn’t too happy about it, if my memory serves me well.

“Yes, but…i-it was forced.” She stuttered there, due to stress. Well, I had my own share of stresses there. I certainly didn’t feel comfortable either. “I couldn’t help it and that’s why I hated it. Now it’s d-different.”

Mhm. I guess it made sense.

“Alright. Let’s hope this won’t be too different than what you imagined. We’ll start in the most tame way I managed to conjure. Easy. Safe. Simple. Who knows, you might even remain a virgin after this night.” I grinned to her. In the way that made me look - intentionally - like a pervert. She looked away from me.

Being married was one thing. I didn’t plan to go for the kill until we got tired of indirect bed games.

I wasn’t even sure I really could feel love at this point. One more thing on my conscience. Wasn’t I using her for my own gain? For an attempt at rehab? How much was this love, and how much me wanting to get better? Or maybe I was simply looking for an excuse to have sex?

Was I… using her? Was I toying with her completely innocent feelings? …Probably not. I wholeheartedly hoped that this relationship will work, and I definitely would rather commit suicide than betray her. My conscience wouldn’t let me live after something like that.

It still felt surreal. This world. This place. This ‘marriage’. I knew one thing though. I was going to make sure nothing bad happens to her. That, if possible, she was going to return to her family in real world. That’s the least I could do.

Let’s just hope that she won’t catch any weird fetishes when being around me.

“Undress.” Alright. It’s the time to start.

“H...uh?” She looked at me as if she had troubles comprehending what I just said.

“Undress. It’s the process in which a person removes everything he or she wears.” I explained patiently. “You get naked, in other words.”

“B-bbb…” She tried to say something. Something probably beginning with ‘but’. No matter.

“Listen. I’m totally supportive to you being innocent, inhibited and conscious of your body. When in public.” Looks like I will have to explain it even more patiently. And in greater detail. “Here it’s a hurdle. The sooner you drop it, the better. Now, undress.”

Seriously, I know it’s different when you are doing it willingly, but weren’t we already past this phase? For example when we got resurrected together? Not only were you completely naked back then, but we literally resurrected hugging each other.

Despite the shame gripping her, her resolve hold. She discarded her gloves. Then her flat boots. Her knee high socks.

...damn. Actually I should have order her to leave them on. Knee high socks are a major turn-on for me. Few times I caught myself staring at them (almost openly). The way they adhered to her absolutely beautiful and well shaped thighs…

… Actually scratch that off. I didn’t do it for so long that I wasn’t confident in my ability to act as I should. Let’s stay calm for now, rather than rushing things. I don’t want to traumatize her. I’m already surprised by how far she managed to go. From her earlier blushing I expected her to flee at this point.

She struggled for a while with her skirt. But, finally, she managed to take it off. Her underwear was… conservative. No, more like bland, I could imagine much more conservative garments.

Her face was blushed almost beyond belief. Damn, I hope she doesn’t get a stroke here. That would be beyond awkward.

And… once again she struggled. Simea looked like she couldn’t decide whether she should use her hands to cover herself or to use them to take down her bra. Finally the bra won.

Her breasts were pretty. I was never a fan of tits titanic beyond belief or biology, like those portrait often in weirder hentais. I also wasn’t a fan of complete lack of them - existence of breasts was a must. Average in size, but pert, enough to bounce slightly but not to be in a way… the pair I could see was very close to my preferences.

Most woman in real world would probably kill for such breasts. They were natural, but their… perkiness was slightly beyond what naturally possible. They were strangely close to those unnaturally perfect breasts often see in older games. According to DFI lore it was due to thousands of years of interbreeding between mortal races and daemons. Genes got slightly improved by magic.

Obviously an excuse to cater to the needs of players with more… basic interests. But it still made sense under established world mechanics.

I wasn’t going to complain, though. The view was extraordinary, even when she covered them with a hand. If everything was going to go well, I was going to play with them tonight. I couldn’t wait.

Now. Is your resolve strong enough? Will you go all the way to the end?

It was strong enough. It was a struggle, but she finally took it down. She moved slightly to the side and covered it with her other hand immediately, so I didn’t see much. Still, what a treat.

I didn’t expect her to go that far. I thought she was going to bail out earlier. I would then move to even more basic stuff. I guess I underestimated either her feelings or her perversion.

Well, then it’s plan A after all. “No shame in the bedroom. Your hands are in the way.” She managed to straighten herself and uncovered both… treasures, for my eyes to feast upon. My deep respect for her only grew.

“Wear it.” I threw something I prepared beforehand to her. She managed to catch it, making her breasts bounce pleasantly in the process. Her eyes widen up when she saw that it was a slave collar.

“But…”

“That’s just for my use.” I sighed. “You know what’s my problem. It will push me more into a mood. It’s only for use in the bedroom, I’ll take it off after we finish.” It was guaranteed in the contract. Me ordering her in the bedroom was the must for me to have any sort of pleasure. Unfortunately.

She seemed reluctant for a while, but then steeled her resolve and put it on her neck. Oooh. Such a beautiful girl, naked but in a slave collar, forced by it to obey me no matter what I would say. At least until Overtyrant’s divine punishment would hit me in my face. Exhilarating. Oh, how I missed it. That it was consensual made it feel less criminal and allowed me to really savour it. Without this silent “What am I doing” coming from the back of my head.

I moved to the other side of the bed. Then I laid there, on my left side, with my head resting on my hand.

“Come to the bed. Then lay like that in front of me, with your back towards me.” Now even if she wanted, she couldn’t say no. Well, the worst was behind her to be honest. If she managed to disrobe in front of me, despite the rather perverted ogling I subjected her to…

She did as I ordered. Now, left hand beneath her neck, right one above her arm. Then I leaned above her.

“And now, a little game. Something to start our happy married life properly. I’m going to play with your breasts. Your mission is to not make any loud noises or moves. If you make them, I’m going to punish you. If you do well, I’ll reward you. If you decide it’s too much, you should loudly say… hmm… Orange.” Safeword, huh. Something I never really had to use. It was first time with a truly ‘real’ person after all. Might explain why I didn’t think to got it earlier. “Got it?”

“Y...yes.” Aaand… a slap. Loud. At her nicely shaped buttocks.

“I told you to not say a word. Well, I’ll train you properly, slave.”

Then I began. I caressed her breasts. I fondled them. Sometimes I used strategically places pinches. At first she managed to remain perfectly calm, but as my actions began taking their toll, it got harder and harder. She tried to hold her moans in, but eventually she failed. So I slapped her. And again. And again.

Of course, she felt the slaps there as well. Only made it harder for her to hold on. Perfect.

Actually I didn’t expect her to come. But she must have been more sensitive than I thought. Night elves. So attuned to sex that it was actually too much. Hmph. Well, it spared me the need to move out to her other erogenous zone. Made the whole thing even tamer. Normally you should start like that, even without ‘proper sex’ at first, to make them develop sensitivity in other places.

The fact that she knew that coming meant voice (and slaps) meant she tried to hold it in. So when it actually happened, it was strong. Well, that’s even better. Good memories from her first consensual time. I leaned towards her while she was still recovering and kissed her cheek.

“See? It wasn’t that bad.” She managed to nod slightly. Well, she must have guessed that the rule was invalidated when I didn’t slap her after she vocally announced that she reached her limit. “Now it’s time for me to have some fun. Get off the bed and kneel. It’s time for reward.”

Of course, it was debatable whether this really was a reward. Kneeling in front of me, completely naked, and ordered to keep her hands behind her back, while making her use her lips and tongue for something other than speaking and eating. I wasn’t going to complain, really. Even if she was inexperienced.

***

Maybe twenty minutes later we were already in the bed, preparing to go to sleep. After all, it was supposed to be an easy start, not a mindless revelry to the edge of human anatomy. We weren’t in hurry. And I purposefully forbidden most of really ‘interesting’ things.

“So, I guess I can throw my nightgown out, hmm?” Simea recovered enough of her composure to start talking without stuttering. Despite laying naked besides me, with a slave collar on her neck. Quilt protected what remained of her modesty. I guessed that it was the only thing that stopped her from stuttering. Shame doesn’t disappear instantly.

“As I told you when we were writing the contract - sex slave in bedroom, completely normal relationship outside of it. But you might have been too busy blushing to hear it properly.” I answered her. “And slaves have to earn the right to wear clothes. But it might be a good idea to keep it. We won’t be playing like that when spending in Ambryxis.” I wasn’t exactly an exhibitionist. The fact that someone might hear me or, even worse, see me in sex was a major turn-off. “Goodnight, Sim.”

“Goodnight, Av.” Awww.

Now, it’s time for the part two of the night. One that was going to happen after I fall asleep. One potentially terrible but also enlightening. Time to have a talk with a god.