Co-Op Mode
A/N: I need your (yes you, my wonderful reader) opinion. I am thinking about putting (!) next to the chapter title if I have a lemon in it. Such as: Chapter 0003 (!). Please let me know what you think of it and if I should do it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ready Player One or any of its characters.
WARNING! This fan fiction contains lemons, probably strong language, and is meant for people ages 18. However, I can't stop you because I am just a warning message so read at your discretion.
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Chapter 0003
It had now been about 3 weeks since Sam moved in. Soon after she had, I helped her get setup in the system so she could access the basement without me. Her company has been very much enjoyable and certainly made both of our lives more entertaining. Was has been hard with Samantha is trying to keep things slow. My guess is that she is still interested in me but maybe she wants to take it slow. It could also be that she isn't sure how to progress things, kind of like where I am at right now. Either way, I was plenty content with our current pace as romance wasn't that huge of a crave to me right now. I shook my head, coming out of the reflection, focusing back on perfecting code. A box appeared on the edge of my view, and a tone started to play. It was an incoming call from Art3mis, so I motioned the box over and clicked on accept. Her beautiful avatar came into view, sitting on couch. "Hey, what's up?" I asked her.
"Nothing much, I just wanted to let you know I am heading back, the eta is about an hour. Sorry I took so long."
Thanks to traveling the world, helping with poverty, Sam wasn't as much of an introvert and insisted she go out to buy clothes. I had stayed home since I wasn't quite the same way and also had cleaning to do.
"It's no problem. Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Very much so, how about you? Did you enjoy your cleaning?"
I chuckled, "Yes, of course! Gives me something to do to make sure I am not rotting away."
"You're not going to rot away. Also, you don't have to worry about cooking, I ate recently."
"What? Is my cooking not good enough for you?" I joked.
"Of course it is! I was just a little too far away from home and I also don't want to interrupt you."
"Sure, sure. See you in an hour!" I respond, pretending to sound passive aggressive.
"Bye!" She giggled, and then hung up the call.
With that, things needed to be wrapped up. I found a stopping place in the coding and got out of my rig. Going upstairs, I combined some leftovers to make satisfying meal and then went upstairs to take a shower.
Feeling clean and satisfied, I hung out in the basement for a bit longer, continuing to study code. I had a surprise to try out with Samantha. I was also passively watching some old cartoons. Eventually, a video feed popped up on my display. The heavy plated gates slowly parted, sliding to the side where a car then pulled in. Finally! Samantha was home! Some things I still have yet to understand about girls: why does shopping take so damn long? Nevertheless, I was very happy she was home. I got out of my rig and made my way to the front door to greet her. As the door opened, she was just approaching and oh boy, sis she buy a lot of stuff.
"Hey! Sorry I was out so long." She greeted, smiling warmly.
"It's no problem, I'm glad you had fun." I returned, grabbing a bunch of her bags. We went upstairs to her room and dropped her bags off. "Hey, so would you like to try something new with me tonight?" She started blushing and averted her eyes. "It's something I have been working on in the OASIS."
"Oh, sure! I'll be down in a bit." She stopped blushing and made eye contact.
"Great." What was she thinking about when I asked her about try something new? About 15 minutes later, she logged in, her voice patched through into my rig.
"Alright, show me this new thing."
"Only if you are prepared."
"Who do you think I am?"
"Max, execute operation Fresh Start for players Parzivial and Art3mis."
In a few moments, my view of the my hangar was replaced by the character creation screen. The avatar on the screen was already premade to what my current avatar looked like but the name was left blank. I began changing a few things on the avatar to not look so similar.
"Woah… What is this? Did you reset my avatar?"
"Not really. Your first avatar is still there, this is more like have another character. You will start at level 1 again, no weapons, no armor, nothing. It is to freshen things up, you know, get the feeling of actually having a challenge with room to grow rather than being god-like all the time."
"This crazy! But don't you think it's too overpowered?"
"Of course so I made some conditions. First of all, you can't transfer items at all between the characters. Even if you die to something or someone, you can't get the items backs. Secondly, if a player has killed you, they get a 35 minute protection from any attack you try to make. That way you can't just come back and finish them off with your current character."
"I see. I'll start making changes then."
After a while, our avatars were set. Her character had smaller pupils, wavy but still spiky hair, and fuller cheeks. Her body was still curvy in all the right ways and her color shifted more over to blue from her previous pink. Her display name was changed to Ath3ne. My character had shorter hair that had a side part instead of the middle part. I had a bit more muscle mass and made myself slightly shorter. The markings on my body were also removed and my skin tone was a bit pinker instead of deathly white. The username of my new character was Claudin, another one of the round table knights to find the Holy Grail. Before we set off, both of us transferred a small amount of our credits (the one thing I did allowed to be transferred, but only one way) for any teleportation fees and to get ourselves setup with first level gear.
"Hey, I think it would be really fun to drop down in a level 10 pvp-zone. It would be a good test of skills!" Ath3ne suggested.
"I was sort of thinking the same thing but let's do a level 5 zone instead. It would take us hours to kill monsters in level 10."
"True."
So that is where we went. A fifth-level area on one of countless planets styled after Middle Earth. The first couple of hours were spent doing quests from NPCs in a tavern, killing many orcs and other beasts as we went. It was actually quite the challenge as it was a battle of reflexes. Both Ath3ne and I were a bit slow but we still progressed. It was a little past 9 at night when we both heard rustling of nearby bushes. This was instantly a reason of suspicion between the both of us as we had just cleared out all mobs and right after server reset too. Weapons drawn, Ath3ne shot a flaming arrow into the bushes, setting then on fire. 2 players hopped out named Lvl1Crook and Lvl35Boss, each firing an arrow.
I leaned ever so slightly to the left, dodging the arrow aimed at me before rolling into a full dodge. I downed a health and mana potion before taking a quick moment to analyze the situation. The zone was magic only, so I wouldn't have to worry about bullets or blasters. Sam and I were only fourth level while our foes were 7th level and we really only had low level spells and arrows for long ranged attacks. She was already on the same thought process as me, shooting an arrow at Lvl1Crook to make him jump to dodge. This left him wide open for me to land 3 critical hits on him. His friend saw through this, being there to land a devastating hit on me. I was crippled and could only block his next swing. The other guy got back up aiming an arrow at me before letting go of it, zinging through the air straight for my torso.
Before it could hit me, another arrow whistled through the air, piercing right through the one going to kill me. It continued on to make a head-shot on my attacker, putting him down low as well. Seeing the opportunity, I deflected his sword before doing a sweeping attack. I succeeded, slashing both of them, killing them. Ath3ne was practically the only one unscathed until my blade slipped from my grip, flying over in her direction. The blade buried itself deep into her chest, knocking her down to 25% health.
"Ugh! Dammit Wa… Waaay to go." She caught herself, making the cutest pouty face while yanking the sword out.
"Sorry! Guess they just didn't want you to be left out on the hurtin'." I chuckled, casting a healing spell around us. We had both leveled up to 4. Once healed, our attackers were looted and I checked out my sword. "Huh, those punks inflicted a curse of friendly fire on my sword… guess I'll take his now." I comment, carefully setting my down and picking up his."
"Friendly fire? What exactly does that do again?" She asked, swapping out her bow.
"Makes any attack go awry and aim towards anyone nearby who is on your friends list or you have been in proximity of and haven't attacked for 30 minutes. Quite the annoying curse."
"Yeah, but hey, free stuff... and a level up." she continued to loot the bodies.
"I reckon that would be good for one night." I yawned.
"What are you an old man now?" She giggled. Damn, that is just too cute. "I'm joking. I agree, I am getting a bit tired."
We trekked back to the pub and got the reward. After that, I flew her back to her stronghold and went to mine. It took me a couple minutes to get out if the rig and shut it down. However, it seemed Sam had already had gone ahead of me as she wasn't her bay or the landing at the bottom of the stairs. Upstairs in the hallway, a shower could be heard running. Samantha is bathing before bed, I guess. That must feel nice after a long day, to shower and then just climb into bed. I gently pushed her door open, seeing the bathroom door cracked slightly. "Good night, Sam!" I shouted.
"Oh, good night, Wade!" She responded. I smiled to myself before going to my own room. I switched to a blank, loose t-shirt and a comfortable pair of gym shorts. It wasn't quite cold enough to sleep under the covers so I just laid on top of them for a while. Just as I was about to doze off, a soft rap sounded from the door. "Wade? Are you awake?"
"Yeah, what's up?" I responded, sitting up in bed.
"Well, um… I was wondering if I could, uhh, maybe show you some of the clothes I got?" She nervously asked, poking her head in.
"Sure, I wouldn't mind. Do you want me to come into your room or…?"
"Oh no, I could do it in here as long as you let me use your bathroom to change."
"I don't mind at all." She opened the door a little more, enough for her to squeeze in with a bag, presumably full of clothes. She shyly made her way to the bathroom and proceeded over the next half hour to show me a few outfits. Her top's ranged from t-shirts to long-sleeved medium crop tops in colors of striped to solid color to ty-dye. Her bottoms varied from sweats to jean shorts to skirts.
"Ok, this will be the last one. No peeking at all until I say, alright?" She commanded.
"Got it. No peeking, I promise." I assured her, covering my face with a pillow. She took what felt like a good 10 minutes on this one. Finally, the bathroom door opened and I could hear her footsteps as she walked over.
"O-Ok, you can… can look now." She stuttered.
I put down the pillow and stared at her in surprise. She was wearing lingerie, and very sexy lingerie at that. Her bra was a solid black on the bottom half, covering just past where I assumed her nipples were. Between the bottom part of the cup and the laced top lining was silky semi-transparent black fabric with floral patterns on it. Her panties were the same thing, laced lining with a floral pattern over semi-transparent fabric covering the whole base. At the start of her hips was a belt like thing that seemingly served only as something for her stockings to clip onto. The stockings were purely the floral pattern. And to top it all off, she was wearing an almost fully transparent silky black robe that stopped a couple inches before her knees.
"St-Stop staring too much." She stuttered snapping me back to reality. She was looking in a different direction, her cheeks quite red. I closed my jaw which had opened at one point and averted my gaze a little, focusing on her face.
"Sorry. I-I'm just surprised! What is… What is all this for?" I asked before regretting those words. Here she is, presenting herself, obviously shy as hell, and all I can manage to ask is what its for? Way to go, dumb ass.
"It's for you!" she blurted out, "I got it for you..." she locked eyes with me, her eyes telling me all she was feeling. Nervous, excited, shy, loving…
"It's beautiful, Sam. You're beautiful and sexy as hell too." I told her, sort of muttering the last part. She smiled, looking away again.
"I… I… You, have been treating me well. I want to make you feel good. Please let me…" She confessed, moving closer, placing a hand on my leg.
"Are you sure yo-"
"Yes, I'm sure."
I began blushing as well, moving towards her at the side of my bed where she had gotten on her knees. I scooted into a sitting position on the side of the bed, Samantha staring wide-eyed at my rod which was standing at full attention. She seemed to snap out of it long enough for her to pull my shorts down before staring at it some more. It was now out in the open, all 7 inches of meat, twitching every so often. "Stop staring too much." I playfully mocked, trying to bury my own nervousness.
"Sorry, I'm just surprised! What is all of this for?" She mocked back, gesturing to my length as 'all of this'.
"It's because your sexy." I chuckled. She blushed and shifted her gaze back down to my dick. She eventually began stroking it with her hand. Damn, her hands were soft, it felt like if she wanted to, she could make me cum without needed any lube at all. But she wasn't going to do that, she started to gently lick the tip, gently up and down the crease. This slight movement in that slightly less sensitive spot, over and over, was driving me a little crazy, make my cock throb. She seemed to just be this doing innocently as when she saw my apparent struggle, she tried to move onto something more. She then started to lick up and down my shaft, giving the tip a gentle kiss when she reached the top.
Her mouth eventually pressed deeper onto my dick, letting her lips fully connect to the shaft instead of just only making contact with her tongue. My cock was angled further down where she then awkward tried to swirl her tongue around the tip. It was still effective, luring a quiet groan of me, causing her to giggle. Taking it a step further, she finally put the whole tip in her mouth before taking about a half an inch more. God, it was so warm. I groaned again, a bit louder this time. Sam looked up at me, smiling. She tried taking a bit more when her teeth connected to my rod. "Wait, fuck, watch the teeth." I cursed, tensing up. There wasn't enough movement to cause that much pain but the feeling had startled me. She freaked out, instantly taking me out of her mouth.
"Shit, I'm sorry Wade! I'll stop if you want me to." She apologized profusely, having a panicked look on her face. I smiled, bringing a hand to her face.
"No, no, you can continue. You didn't hurt me, but… just watch the teeth, ok?"
"Got it." Sam said, trying once more to take me in. She got to a comfortable length, about 4 inches before she pulled back slowly. Once at the tip, took me in again, starting to make an up and down motion. She paused for a minute at the tip again, drooling over my cock. She continued this motion, pausing every so often to drool more. Before long, the entire length of my cock was slick with her saliva. She then took one her hands and wrapped it around the base. She then effectively, in sync, blew me and jerked me off at the same time. It was almost too fucking much for me but I kept holding out. Suddenly stopped her hand movement, seemingly preparing something. She slowly tried taking me in even further. She got about another inch before I slightly felt the back of her throat. Sam then started to gag, her teeth making direct contact but only for a second as she tried to fight the reflex. I could here her heavily trying to breath through her nose but to no avail as she had to pull my length out, before cough a little.
"Sam, you don't need to deep throat me."
"No, I ca- I want to do this." She said, taking my cock into her hand again. She inserted me into her warm mouth. Little by little, she took me in, pausing to focus her breathing. When there was about an inch left, she slammed her face into it, gagging, but still holding it in fully, doing her best to breathe. Her reflex eventually died down and she managed to look up at me. Her face, one I would never forget. A look of victory danced in her eyes which she shifted to making a sexy face. Seeing as she defeated her reflex, she switched into high gear, going immediately from just barely taking me in to a fast deep throat blowjob.
"S-Samantha. Wait, I'm gonna cum." I moaned, trying to warn her but she didn't let up. She must have felt me tense up as she wrapped her arms around my legs and giving one final thrust, holding herself as my base. I came like I had never before. None of those toys or dolls in the past compared to this. But this is when she broke, gagging, not able to contain my cum in her mouth. She pulled out, hacking while I was still nutting, covering her in my sperm. I couldn't help but fall backwards onto my bed, having just had the first real and definitely the best blowjob in my life. Once the wave of pleasure of passed, I instantly sat back up, realizing Sam was just choking on my cum. She was fine now, smiling lustfully at me, using her finger to lick up the cum I covered her with. Her face, hairs, and tits were beautifully covered finely in white streaks. A trail of cum had also traveled down her body which I presumed was the amount her throat she couldn't handle earlier. See all this got me hard again.
"Samantha, I fucking love you. I mean I love you regardless but damn, that was hot. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen." I told her. She blushed.
"You're sexy too, mister, you and that big cock. Look at this mess you made!" She giggled, gesturing her hand at herself and the floor.
"Yeah, you look like a piece of post-modern art." Sam got up and walked towards me.
"I love you, Wade. Owen. Watts." She lustfully paused before leaning in for a kiss. I put my hands on her shoulders, keeping her a safe distance away.
"I hate to ruin a moment, but I really don't want my own load on me." I awkwardly put.
"Oh come on, you taste wonderful!" She teased.
"Eww, I think I'll just take your word for it." She giggled, understanding and getting up to go to the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel and wiping herself off.
"Wade, can I sleep with you tonight?"
"After what just happened? How could I say no?" I told her, putting my boxers back on and taking my shirt off. Sam climbed into bed shortly after I did, giving me a deep kiss. She turned over, pushing her nearly naked body against me, inviting me to spoon. I obliged and we drifted off to sleep.
End of Chapter 0003
A/N: Hoo boy, that was a long one, 3510 readable words (I consider any text between The beginning and ending headers of a chapter to be the 'readable words'), and in less than a week. This really showcases that I only like to write when I am motivated/inspired so that I make a good quality story and that only write as often as that motivation comes along.
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