The world of Caelas Online is a full-immersion Virtual Reality Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game—the most realistic the world has ever seen, and there’s a reason for that. Unbeknownst to the players, Caelas is reality, and their modern world with all its worries and strife, is nothing but a simulation.
Miller has escaped the matrix, and all because he prioritized seducing an NPC over sheltering from a massive thunderstorm. Fried to a crisp by a bolt of lightning, he came face to face with Zyren, god of Caelas, who offered him power in exchange for entertainment.
So far, Miller’s new subordinates haven’t disappointed. He’s sure they’re competent in their respective fields, but more importantly, he’s had a chance to sample their sexual talents. His next stop is the Roost, where he hopes to become more intimately acquainted with the leader of his heavy aerial cavalry.
The Cavalry is a 6,000-word short story and part four in a four-part series.
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Excerpt
Miller couldn’t help but chuckle as he raked his fingers through the surprisingly soft locks of Wren’s hair. The catboy was still flopped out bonelessly on top of the desk, probably spent from getting his hole reamed out through an enchanted cock sleeve.
While there was a tour to get back to, Miller had to take a moment to just…admire…his handiwork. He cupped the Blue Tower Master’s ass, palming the plump round cheek through the fabric of Wren’s pants.
The sculpted muscles of Wren’s back glistened with the faint sheen of sweat that covered his body. His ample chest heaved with every ragged breath he took. Moaning under his breath, he pushed his ass into Miller’s hand, his hips wiggling as his tail weakly swished from side to side.
Miller rubbed his index finger over the center of the wet spot that had formed in the seat of Wren’s pants. It was a bit of a surprise that his load had been transmitted through the sleeve into Wren, but it wasn’t an unpleasant one.
Licking his lips, Miller pushed his finger deeper into the cleft of Wren’s ass. He rubbed the twitching hole between the Blue Tower Master’s cheeks and noted how it almost seemed to kiss his finger even through the fabric.
“Have you not had enough yet?” Miller laughed.
Wren shook his head. “I could never have enough of you, Master,” he said breathlessly.
“Not even to get back to your scholarly work?” Miller teased.
“Nnnh… Master, please don’t be mean,” Wren whined.
Miller chuckled. “You asked so nicely. But! Request denied. I reserve the right to tease my subjects mercilessly. On this occasion, I will be lenient. I have a tour to get back to, after all.”
Wren groaned. “Yes, Master… I hope you enjoy the rest of your tour.”
Miller took a moment to admire the roundness of Wren’s rump and chuckled. “I don’t doubt that I will,” he said. It was starting to look like he was going to end up fucking most of his subordinates along the way. If so, he wasn’t going to complain.
As a parting gift, Miller smacked Wren’s ass. The low moan he got out of it was delicious. “Remember,” he said, rubbing his hand over the spot that he’d just struck, “If you come up with any naughty new invention ideas, you are to send word as soon as you can.”
“Y-yes, Master!”