Titan: A LitRPG Adventure (UnderVerse Book 4) Jez Cajiao (top ten books of all time TXT) 📖

“Send someone to the Dark Legion…” He snapped at the quivering servant as the man tried to drag the corpse from the room, “…ask the High Priest to attend me at his earliest convenience…. and send in the head of the Guard! And my Headsman!” He threw himself into the tall wing-backed chair by the window and glowered out at the city, gnawing on a knuckle in frustration.

No matter what he did, everyone was going to hear about this, and that was all he needed… especially after the months—years, even—of work he’d put into smearing the Legion. Everything was ready; a few more weeks, and he’d have been able to kill them or absorb them into the city guard. Either way, they’d have been out of their damn Enclave, and he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone finding out about the caves underneath it anymore…

“And send for the city planner! I need to start building!” He roared abruptly, ignoring the servants who frantically huffed and puffed as they dragged the fully armored corpse out of the door.

Chapter One

I woke up slowly, blinking at the light that filled the cabin. Oracle’s hair left behind a tickling sensation as the gentle breeze from the open porthole sent it drifting across my cheek.

I frowned for a second, shifting slightly, and smiled to myself as my brain caught up with the events of the last day—well, several days, I supposed—but with the amount of time I’d spent unconscious, it had all blurred into one for me.

I reached down idly and felt her warm skin under my fingers, causing her to stir as she realized I was awake. The world… hell, my reality had changed so much in the last few months that I’d never have seen this coming in my wildest dreams, but as she shifted around, propping herself up and looking down at me, I couldn’t help but smile, happy beyond anything I’d ever known. I was in love.

Oracle was stunning. Not just physically, though I had to admit that was definitely part of the package. Her ability to adjust and alter her physical form, and us sharing our minds, meant that she was able to be exactly what I found most attractive and arousing at any particular time. The part that I loved most, though, wasn’t her looks… or her figure, as much as last night and this morning would lend the lie to that.

It was her mind, and her soul. I’d spent forever worrying about us taking this final step, becoming partners in the bedroom as much as partners in mind and companionship, despite us both wanting it for ages.

One of the reasons I’d remained unsure had been the whole ‘master’ situation, as I was literally the High Lord of Dravith, Lord of the Great Tower, and she was bonded to me as a companion. That bond left me quite firmly in the position of Overlord, with all the responsibility and power that entailed. Taking advantage of that power to satisfy my needs sat a bit wrong with me, especially as when we’d met, she had been an amorphous wisp, with absolutely no sexual experience or capacity, really. That had changed when I allowed her access to my mind, and she’d picked a form she discovered that I’d like.

Unfortunately, to do so, she’d scanned all the women that had made a lasting impression in that way in my mind. As I was in my early twenties, and had, like most of my contemporaries, spent a lot of time wrestling with myself… literally… while watching porn, well… She’d managed to make herself so beautiful that an entire generation of Hollywood starlets would cry themselves to sleep over comparisons, complete with a figure that made a certain Kardashian look flat-chested and boring.

The combination of her body and my own subconscious reactions to it, and the fact that she’d spent years observing the various races that inhabited the Tower, watching them do everything from talking shit to trying to break each other in bedroom Olympics, and… well.

She felt my hormonal reactions, and because we shared our minds, it had a hell of an effect on her too, turning her from curious to obsessed, and I certainly hadn’t helped it. With my mind and body being injured so much of late, my self-control was practically non-existent.

I thought back to the girls in the Baron’s citadel, shaking my head unconsciously. I’d been a prisoner, and they worked there under the control of a magical Geas, as maid companions. Once I’d realized the Geas compelled them to do as I ordered, I’d been very careful not to order them to do anything, but one night they’d explained honestly, even bluntly, that while the Geas could compel them into bed, and some had used it that way, that wasn’t why they were having sex with me.

It wasn’t simply because I was fucking irresistible and hung like a horse either, unfortunately. Instead, it was a mixture of the girls liking me for me, and a bit of planning that could only be defined as a mercenary sensibility.

The girls knew the Baron was a monster, a noble of the UnderVerse who was hell-bent on returning to that… this, Realm. They knew that those who pleased him would be taken along, and that whoever actually secured the Great Portal to the UnderVerse would become a Prince of the Empire, at the very least.

They essentially wanted to guarantee their own futures. The girls were recruited from pleasure houses and brothels around the world, trained to serve the nobility and paid a stipend; if they wanted more, they needed to catch the eye of a member of the nobility.

I’d felt terrible when I’d first learned about the Geas, worried that I’d taken advantage of unwilling partners… but as time went on and I actually started to understand, I realized that they’d basically laid it all out before me as a ‘business proposition,’ in a sense, and they’d admitted that they were