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  TREASURE CHEST

  (Venus Online Book 3)

  A LitRPG Sci-Fi Harem Adventure

  By Jeremy Zenith

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Bonus Material

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  Treasure Chest by Jeremy Zenith

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  Chapter 1

  When Byron Jones woke up, it took a moment for him to realize where he was. Instead of his cramped New York studio apartment, he looked out a large room with metal walls. On one wall, a small window showed a view of stars.

  He looked down to see two beautiful women in his arms, resting their heads on his bare and muscular chest. The muscular part was new and the women were definitely new.

  One woman had long green hair that draped down her equally green back to a rounded ass.

  The other woman had two pointed ears like a cat, and a naked body with brown stripes that led down to another bare ass with a tail curved over it.

  It wasn't a dream, he thought. I'm really in Venus Online.

  He realized he had fallen asleep from exhaustion after the adventure and sex he'd been through. That answered a question on the back of his mind, whether he could sleep in the virtual reality of the game. His robot assistant Scarlett had described the VR interface as being like a dream, so he wondered if he could dream inside the dream like Inception.

  Apparently, the answer was yes, which disappointed him a little. He had hoped to be able to wake himself up and escape Venus Online, but that hadn't worked out. He had to get used to the fact that he would have to find the way out of this world on his own.

  Looking down at the gorgeous women who had come to be a part of his crew, though, Byron found it hard to feel sorry for himself.

  Byron Jones? Are you there? Can you hear me?

  The voice sounded deep and gruff. At the same time, it seemed very familiar. When he focused, it seemed to come from the inside of his head instead of a specific direction.

  He looked around. "Hello?"

  The voice didn't return, but he did awaken the cat-like alien who raised her head to smile at him. "Hello, Master."

  "Hi, Chetaara." He stroked the top of her head, and decided he'd imagined the mysterious voice.

  She leaned up to kiss him. Her flowery scent grew as she drew close, and he savored the feel of her soft lips against his. Her breasts pressed against him, soft and full against his sweat-soaked skin. When one of her hands drifted down his stomach to brush over his cock, he jumped a little.

  "Hey," he murmured. "Give it a little time to recover."

  She lowered her head to plant gentle kisses on his neck while her hand encircled his shaft. "Never. I know you pleasured Xana, and I wish to enjoy you, too. You will just have to learn to satisfy all of us."

  He looked down at Xana, the green-skinned woman still dozing on the other side of him. As he had with Chetaara and Scarlett, he wondered if Xana would mind sharing him. If not, things would get difficult aboard the starship Icarus.

  He didn't spend too much time worrying over it, because Chetaara's fingers made it hard to focus on anything else. She kept nuzzling and kissing him while her fingers teased his cock into thickness. Once again, he was amazed at his stamina in the game.

  Chetaara hummed with satisfaction. "Mmm, Master, I love to feel you grow."

  As Chetaara gave his shaft firm strokes, Xana mumbled while opening her rich purple eyes. She looked up at him, then at Chetaara. Her eyes widened. Chetaara raised her head from Byron and gave her a coy grin.

  Byron almost held his breath as the two stared at each other.

  Chetaara spoke first. "Did you enjoy my Master's touch, Xana?"

  Xana blinked a couple of times before nodding.

  "Good. I enjoy it as well." Chetaara went back to kissing his throat.

  Xana's eyes rolled down to look at her fingers stroking his cock and widened.

  He had to say something to break the silence. "Xana?"

  She looked back up at him. He tried to read her expression but it looked blank.

  "Are you okay?" he asked.

  She stared at him for another few seconds before nodding.

  He wanted to get into his relationship with Chetaara and her bonding rituals and lack of monogamy on her world, but Xana cut him off before he even started by leaning forward and kissing him.

  Her plump lips tasted sweet as they pressed against his, and he was so surprised that he couldn't even move.

  The kiss only lasted a few seconds. She pulled away, and slipped out of bed without a word.

  She faced away from him, showing him her bare ass as she touched her necklace. The black fluid that made up her clothing flowed out of the collar and down her body until it covered her and hardened into a slick bodysuit. She hurried out of the bedroom.

  As the door slid closed behind her, Chetaara giggled. "I must thank her for the privacy. Although if you wish to see us together, Master, I can bring her back."

  "No, no, that's okay." He ran his hands down to stroke the curves of her breasts. "You're more than enough for me."

  She showed her fangs in a smile and went back to planting kisses on his neck while her hand continued to pleasure his cock. He lay back and closed his eyes, enjoying her expert touch.

  She tilted her head to one side with a coy smile. "Master, you know I will do all that you command?"

  He nodded. "Yeah, I guess so."

  She leaned in closer and whispered, "Then command me."

  Chapter 2

  Until he met Jokah, Captain Ra-Lor-Kenn had been enjoying his voyage. The Star Flower normally ferried wealthy tourists on lavish interstellar cruises but this time, the ship had been contracted to carry refugees from the Gesserit Wars to a safe sector. The war ravaged passengers were much less demanding and more appreciative than usual.

  Everything changed when First Mate Wes-Kir-Shah looked up from his console. "Sir, we are picking up an incoming contact dropping out of hyperspace. Closing in fast."

  Captain Ra-Lor-Kenn set down his cup of coffee to walk across the bridge over to him. He watched on the sensor screen as the glowing symbols moved towards the ship. "What are they?"

  The sensor technician shook her head. "Not sure, s
ir. I can't get a fix on them. Signal's being jammed."

  The captain licked his left eye with his prehensile tongue. "Pirates. Never seen them this close to the edge of the Easher sector before. I wonder how they got past the patrols. Is the escort on it?"

  Wes-Kir-Shah nodded. "Aye, sir. Hailing them now."

  The captain turned to the viewscreen where a fellow Shuliman looked out from a fighter's cockpit. "Alpha Squadron, are you picking this up?

  The pilot nodded. "That's affirmative. We will investigate."

  Ra-Lor-Kenn looked back at the display. Half the fighters surrounding the Star Flower peeled off to head for the incoming ships.

  He relaxed. The Star Flower always traveled with an escort but Alpha Squadron was the best.

  The pilot returned. "We've got a visual. It's just one ship. Looks like a mid-level frigate."

  The captain exhaled. There were pirate fleets of hundreds of ships that kept him awake at night. One ship wasn't much to worry about.

  Wes-Kir-Shah nodded. "Fighters engaged."

  The pilot's voice came over the bridge. "We are firing a warning shot. Hopefully, the ship - holy shit!"

  The fighters exploded.

  Even without the sensors to tell him that, the captain could see the flashes of light from the destroyed ships through the forward windows.

  Alarms began to blare as the captain yelled, "Battlestations! All passengers below decks! Comm, send out a distress signal. Engineering, all power to shields. Alpha Squadron, close ranks."

  "Aye, captain," the crew said as they rushed to their stations.

  Not for the first time, Ra-Lor-Kenn wished his ship had weapons of its own instead of having to rely on escort fighters.

  He went to his chair to watch on the viewscreen as the fighters moved in. Magnifying the view allowed him to see the sleek and familiar lines of the enemy ship while the burning engines of Alpha Squadron headed towards them.

  The captain turned to his sensor technician. "I need details. Who are we dealing with?"

  The sensor technician tapped keys. "It's coming in range. I'm getting a reading. It's--"

  She looked up at him. "It's the Black Thorn."

  Gasps rose up from the bridge. The captain managed to keep his reaction calm but went cold inside. Everyone knew the Black Thorn, the ship of the most feared pirate in the Galaxy, Wikona Jokah.

  "Fighters engaged," said Wes-Kir-Shah, but not as confidently as before.

  Captain Rah-Lor-Kenn clenched his hands into fists as if he could will the pirate ship into destruction.

  Only a few seconds later, the fighters went up in bursts of light.

  The Black Thorn continued on an intercept course.

  The captain closed his eyes and raised a hand. "Open a channel."

  He went to face the camera. "This is the AIS Star Flower to the Black Thorn. This is a transport vessel that is unarmed in accordance with the interstellar protocols of safe passage. We are unarmed. Repeat, we are unarmed. We have four thousand passengers onboard including men, women, and children. We will cooperate with releasing our valuables if you cease fire and board our vessel peacefully."

  A woman appeared on his communications screen, one with dark blue skin and a twisted smile that he recognized from a thousand warning videos.

  "Well, hello, Star Flower. I'm Captain Jokah. Are you happy to see me? I know your fighters were dying to meet me."

  She burst into frenzied laughter that sent shivers down his spine.

  When she calmed down, she shook her head. "Very nice offer, but we don't really want your money. We're looking for a passenger. Bah-Tee-Fala. You know her?"

  The captain looked at his first mate who was already scrolling through the ship's passenger list. The first mate nodded.

  Rah-Lor-Kenn turned back to Jokah. "Black Thorn, whether she is on board or not, we cannot just hand her over to you. If she is a passenger, she is under our protection."

  Jokah winced. "Oo, that's a shame. Tell you what. I'll start tearing your ship apart, piece by piece, while I give you some time to think about it. Okay?"

  Before he could answer, she vanished from the screen and the Black Thorn fired a volley of missiles.

  "Brace for impact," the first mate yelled.

  The ship thundered as missiles blew through the shields and slammed into its hull. Sparks flew from consoles, sending the navigation officer screaming to the floor with burns on his face and hands.

  As sirens blared, Wes-Kir-Shah yelled, "Should we prepare to abandon ship?"

  Rah-Lor-Kenn yelled over the sirens. "She will use the escape pods for target practice. Prepare a security detail. Sounds like we are going to be boarded. And find this Bah-Tee-Fala!"

  To himself, he whispered, "And pray she knows how to stop this."

  Chapter 3

  Byron watched Chetaara with the realization that he had a woman who would do whatever he wanted in bed, and hadn't taken advantage of it. He had always had fantasies of a submissive woman and now he had one. All sorts of ideas flooded through his mind, and one stood out above all.

  He reached up to stroke her head again before saying, "Get down on the floor. On your knees."

  "Yes, Master," she whispered as she crawled off the bed.

  She took her place on the floor, kneeling at his feet while looking up at him with her large green eyes. Her legs crossed under her while her breasts heaved as she breathed deeper. Seeing her on her knees, naked, made the head of his cock tingle.

  He rose up to stand in front of her. His throbbing flesh bobbed in her face, but she kept her eyes on him. He knew she wouldn't move unless he told her to, and he loved it.

  "Suck my dick," Byron said.

  Inside, he cringed, expecting her to get mad and slap him.

  Instead, her smile grew. "Yes, Master."

  She opened her mouth and guided his hardened flesh inside. He bit his lower lip as he felt her expert tongue slither along his cock. Her warm, wet mouth surrounded his shaft as she moved her head back and forth. As she looked up at him with her loving green eyes, her submission made it even more exciting. He felt powerful standing over her, even if her sucking made his knees buckle.

  "Oh yeah," he groaned. "That feels so good."

  He reached down to take her head in his hands. He moved his hips to thrust into her and she devoured him each time. He felt the rush of pleasure and excitement, not just from her touch but from her obedience to him.

  When he felt like his cock couldn't get any harder, he drew it out of Chetaara's mouth and pointed to the bed. "Get on your hands and knees."

  "Yes, Master," she moaned.

  She obeyed, climbing onto the bed and positioning herself on all fours with her back arched and ass up in the air.

  He took a moment to admire the curves of her back, leading to the twin globes of her cheeks. His cock swelled at the sight of those perfect spheres, and the beautiful stripes running over them. Her tail flicked the air, as if beckoning him closer.

  He wanted to feel her ass, and see it shake. He'd always fantasized about spanking a girl but none of his girlfriends had been anywhere near into that.

  As if reading his mind, she locked eyes with him over her shoulder. "Do it, Master. Punish me."

  He brought his hand down hard on one of her ass cheeks.

  The loud smack came with a squeal from Chetaara, and a rippling of ass flesh that made his heart beat faster.

  Her clawed fingers dug into the bed as she groaned, "Thank you, Master. May I have another?"

  He gave her another smack, and her butt rippled again, making a tingle run through him.

  He paused to run his hand over the reddening flesh, and her tail curled around his wrist to draw it back in.

  "Thank you, Master," she sighed. "Your every wish is my command."

  He spanked her again and again, and she cried out in pain and pleasure.

  "Please, Master," she yelled. "Take me now!"

  He couldn't wait any longer. The wet and swollen slit
between her thighs invited him. He had to be inside her.

  He came up behind her, rested his hands on her hips and slowly guided his rigid cock into her. She was so wet that he plunged deep on a single thrust.

  He continued to plunge into her as she cried out with each impact.

  Even more than the physical pleasure, he felt almost dizzy with excitement. All his life, he been groveling for sex from women who just gave him crumbs of sexual favors. Boring positions, no enthusiasm and a refusal to do anything even slightly beyond the usual vanilla sex. More than anything, they gave him the feeling that they were doing him a favor for having sex with him at all.