Winter's Harvest Ch. 01

Hello Internet!

I am new to writing, especially erotica, I have been reading for quite some time. So I will try my best to do this right.

In general be prepared for mistakes a plenty. Work with me and I will post again, deride my poor work and I probably won't.

Before we start everyone in the work who has anything to do with sexual activity is above 18 yrs of age.

Now let's gooooo!

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Evan woke in his dad's recliner to an emergency broadcast. The third this month.

"Breaking News: Disappearances on the High Rise. The amount of people disappearing is not the only thing to cause concern, buildings have begun disappearing across the planet. We have lost 5 stadiums and tens of other amusement locations in America alone in the last three days. Investigators believe the buildings had one occupant in the building at the time of disappearance. The president..."

Evan turned the radio down as the broadcaster moved from important information back to "Keep calm and carry on" tactics.

The world was ending and everyone knew they just didn't know how much time they had left. The current estimate as of yesterday was somewhere in the 2.5 billion area. The disappearances started around 2 months ago as far as statisticians could tell. The exact start was harder to track down, the current numbers were coming from some funny math regarding internet traffic and extrapolating for countries that didn't have access.

Evan came home to stay with his dad until he disappeared too, no reason either of them should go alone. The buildings disappearing was something no one saw coming. A house disappearing was probably less noticeable than an arena or stadium ceasing to exist. No one knew where anything was going.

Some religious sects were calling it the rapture. Until the president disappeared, then half of them proclaimed it the work of their devil. When Vice president was made president Muslim's across America were ecstatic until he disappeared too. Then famous people of all religions started vanishing and everyone was left afraid and alone.

Evan and his Dad, George, went on living life as if nothing was happening. They decided that they didn't want to live what time they had left in fear. This week they had planted a garden for the joy of it. Tomorrow they were going to pull out all the guns his dad had purchased, clean them then collate them just in case Evan was left alone with them.

Evan had spent 6 weeks with his dad doing home improvement tasks. It was something to do and places like Lowes were left empty after the first month. They just smashed the door and walked in. The government proclaimed that America was in a state of emergency and was handing out ration tickets to everyone, certain jobs were being staffed by volunteers or soldiers. Most groceries stores were open, kept open by the government to keep a semblance of normalcy. Power was being guarded and operational by the military. Without it most would die faster than they would disappear.

Evan hadn't been back home for such an extended stay for 6 years. His dad and him got along fine but when push came to shove Evan wanted freedom and his best chances at work were closer to the city so he left. He visited often enough, but his life wasn't here anymore. His dad didn't know but he had a girlfriend. He had been with her for the last 3 years, he was afraid that if she knew how backward his father was that she would want to leave him. She had misconceptions about old men living in the woods all alone.

Evan watched her disappear. They were having dinner when she just vanished. That was the nail in the coffin that sent him scurrying to his only stable family member. His father didn't know that was why he came back. He just knew Evan didn't want to be alone when he disappeared.

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The next morning Evan woke to a rooster's crow. He was groggy from the late night warning but he was ready to get the guns out and get them cleaned. As he went out to the kitchen to make his routine breakfast eggs and potatoes. He felt an all consuming silence filling the house.

There was the lack of life, of breathing, of movement. He knew before he even checked. His dad was gone. He searched the house, then the garage, and barn. Finally he walked the totality of the property. Each step sinking him deeper and deeper into his despair.

He was alone.

He stood for a while in the woods coming to terms with his loss. He could try contacting his sisters and seeing if they could make it home. He knew they couldn't cross the country, but he wanted to try anyway. After he finished his mild panic attack, he set about his task of cleaning the guns.

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It was three days later when he was going about organizing the guns that he felt it. The shift from one plane of existence to the next was jarring. It felt like he had just taken a running leap off a cliff. A sensation close to falling but with purpose. It happened in a span of a moment or an hour it was hard to tell the sensation was so alien.

A screen appeared in front of him, as his eyes glanced at it the information simply existed in his memory, no act of reading necessary. It was permanent as his name.

Welcome to the system!!! Your Introduction will begin shortly.

Earth is being consumed by the system and brought to Elandra. As the system learns your planet's idiosyncrasies and works to adapt you to the system your people will move over faster and faster.

The system was created by divine will to allow sapient beings access to magic and the means to control mana to influence reality. Without the system Mana could tear reality to shreds exposing the sea of chaos to physical permanence. The sea of chaos abhors permanence.

Earth is being harvested to reintegrate sapient life onto the planet, this happens when population density falls below a sustainable level. The influx of 8 billion lives from earth will bring the population threshold to the bare minimum of 14 billion lives required to keep this planet stable. Without sapient life worlds on the outer branches of the causal paths of reality will be devoured by the sea of chaos. Work hard to populate the planet, without 30 billion lives on the planet chaos will seep onto the planet and spawn monsters.

Name: Evan Elder

Rank: Free Peasant

Kingdom: None

Age: 25 years old

Life expectancy: 60 years old

Titles: Landowner(40acres)

Credits: 10,000

Health: 100%

Mana: 130/130. Mana regeneration: 12/min

Attributes:

Strength: 8

Constitution: 7

Endurance: 12

Agility: 11

Dexterity: 13

Intelligence: 13

Wisdom: 12

Perception: 18

Charisma: 10

Skills: None

Spells: None

Newly synchronized male. Maturation age accepted. Please select three skills or spells. See list, yes or no?

Evan selected no. There was a part of Evan that wanted to panic, wanted to shout and scream. Yet he had prepared himself for the transition. Not for a system integrated world, something solely from entertainment. Yet he knew what to do next from said media.

"Help? Guide? Tutorial? Shop?"

A new screen replaced his introduction and stats.

Basic Immediate Market for Beneficial Options:

Attributes?

Skills?

Spells?

Modifications?

Property?

Slaves?

Suggested:

American Guide to the System, Book 1 ¢redit

Guide Slave (Verallian), Slave with an understanding of Verallian customs,

Variable ¢redits

Stat Interactions with Metaphysical Concepts, Book 10,363¢redits

The options the shop had were insane. Each category; besides Suggested and Attributes; had thousands of options with similar sub options that cost less.

After a quick perusal of skills and spells Evan decided he should get the book in the suggested section.

The book was maybe 5 pages of information

If you're reading this then you are probably from earth. This book will teach you as much as we can fit in it for the 1 credit price tag.

After the header the instructions inside boiled down to the following:

First, English is not the native language of this planet. To be able to speak or read the native language you need the Mastery skill: Communication. This skill should be the one you grab if you are a female near a settlement. If not you need to grab the mastery skill: Survival. This skill will allow you to learn how to survive at an extremely exaggerated rate. Without it you will die.

Secondly men get three skills or spells for free from the system, women only get one. (It went on with a sexist tirade about gender roles as the system saw the world and how the author hated them.) Apparently the free skills/spells were due to the integration and not a normal start for people on the planet. Many suggestions on which skills to choose were listed and what the benefits were for each as far as the writer was concerned. There was also a leveling system for both described that didn't seem critical at the moment.

Finally, the system could be used to enhance your body in numerous ways, these enhancements required credits. Credits could be gained through killing something or by selling items or materials to the shop. Credits may not be directly traded. The shop list can be expanded by producing three items of similar make and selling them to the system. Things can be pawned to the system for 70% of their value. Pawning an item will place it into limbo; it will only leave limbo if the owner dies or sells it for the other 30% of the credits it is worth.

Evan needed to know where he was and if he was one of the lucky few who were near civilization. While his father's... his property now, wasn't on the road anyone standing in the house could see it from the front windows. As he looked towards the roads through the treeline he saw nothing but open prairie for thousands of feet.

After a quick jaunt through the evergreens to just past the treeline Evan saw even less of note. He decided his best bet was to clean out his house of necessary items and pawn or sell the rest.

He started with the recently sorted guns. Selling any guns that would count as a trinity to add them to the shop. As well as 3 of every type of ammo and three ammo boxes if he had the excess. Most of the guns were easy to pair up 3 12 gauges with small differences all counted as a singular trinity despite being different lengths, makes, or models. When he purchased one back it seemed to have all the benefits of all three. If he wanted the barrel shorter it came out shorter, if he wanted it with a choke it had one. This left him with 25 singular guns of collector rarity or irrational expense. Including the beast that was a.50 BMG. All of these he laid out to the left of his bag.

He went through the house selling trinities of items he could. Ripping open bags of food to get 3 chicken nuggets to add to the system was a simple but tedious process. When he was done he had many food items and multiple clothing items added permanently to the shop. He even had the seeds left over from planting the garden.

He placed all the dry goods he could reasonably store for a length of time to the right of the bag. Above the bag was the clean clothing he had left. He decided right then to take some pages from his favorite books and games. He needed a storage skill or spell.

Pulling out the guide he looked through the suggested skills for any storage skill they support. There was none mentioned in the book. They went on with skills about combat and travel but very little about utility, or spells for that matter.

Evan decided it was time to do a deep dive of the skills and spells available to him.

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3 hours of digging and searching. It had taken 3 hours but he had found the three skills he would be taking.

Storage, Lvl 1: This Skill stores items in a pocket dimension tied to your existence. Weight is non-existent. Time will move concurrently with your time. To place something into storage one must expend 1 mana per 10lbs to be placed in storage.

Size: Lvl x 20ft cubed

Time Dilation: 10,000¢ to unlock

Weight increase: 100,000¢ per pound added

Dimensional Warping: 10,000¢ per cubic inch manipulated

Communication Mastery, Lvl 1(3.4): This skill will teach you how to communicate faster in every way. Allowing you to learn new languages and styles of communication.

Speed Increase: Lvl x 200% + base speed(89%)

Telepathy: 10,000¢ to unlock

Divination: 100,000¢ to unlock

Match level with actual skill Lvl: (100,000/current skill level) 29,412¢

Mana Mastery, Lvl 1: All magic is but an open book to you learning magic will be easier, learning mana related skills and spells will be easier to you. Leveling mana related skills and abilities will be easier for you.

Speed Increase: Lvl x 100% + base speed(.01%)

Modification, Spiritual Roots: 1,000,000¢

Modification, Dragon's Senses: 1,000,000¢

Modification, Align Biology with Mana: #Error

After looking through the menus and reading the subitems he had realized some skills weren't just superior. They were beyond the pale. Communication mastery for example had subskills including reading and writing which he didn't have but had skill levels in the area of 30 if he wished to purchase them. Taking the mastery skill made them all cheaper to purchase and upgrade as well.

So he searched and found three skills that weren't subskills, three that encompassed what he would want to do in the future. Storage would allow him to transport any goods he wanted. Communication Mastery would give him the ability to understand people of this world so he can have the community most humans need for mental health. Finally Mana Mastery made all other spells cheaper and easier to access.

He stored the items he was taking with him, sold anything he wouldn't need and proceeded to pawn the land and house.

Pawn 40 acre property? 1.2mil¢

Yes? No?

Yes. The house, the garage, the barn, my dad's old truck, and everything else, including the evergreens and maples faded away. 1.2 million credits wouldn't last long in the system. The three skills he chose were selling at close to 1.3 trillion now that he could see the prices.

Evan scanned the horizon, plains in one direction, prairie in another, forests off in the distance and a mountain range to the... he didn't know which way was east. He looked to see if he could chart the path of the sun, there were two and it would take hours if they were both moving in the same direction at the same speed. It was hard to tell if they were as there were two sets of shadows and they were barely moving.

A new skill seemed to be his best answer, so he pulled up the skill tree and began his search. After around 30 minutes he couldn't find a compass skill or ability nor a locate city spell. There was a map ability he purchased

Map, Lvl 1: every place you have ever been will be recorded to your memory. 100¢

Distance Recorded: Lvl x 1000ft

Active mapping: 10,000¢

Mana Mapping: 1,000,000¢

Title

He opened his map, there was an area around him that appeared. This meant the skill only showed locations he had been. Without having been to a city or country he could not see them on the map.

It was something that was causing him quite the issue. There wasn't a way he could find to know where a city was for him to go there.

Evan finally decided to breach a certain barrier he had been fearing:

He would buy a slave.

It was not something he wanted to do but it seemed to be the only way for him to find his way toward civilization. He argued that while slavery might be immoral death to appease his moral compass was pointless. After purchasing the slave he would give them the map skill and they could lead him to people.

He went back to the suggested section and chose the Guide Slave (Verallian) option. The amount of options baffled him till he chose the first option in the list and began reading. They had everything about the person stored here. They had a list of birth defects, modifications done to their bodies, general disposition, everything was listed down to their sexual proclivities. The stand out being everyone who owned the slave had had sex with the slave.

Knowing this Evan put his general preferences into the filters. If the slave would expect to be sexual with him he might as well have his tastes appealed to. The preferences he added were:

Female

Submissive

Intelligent

Adulthood

Then he applied the filters. There were thousands of options to parse and read through even then. He scrolled and read and read and read. Finally one stood out to him. She was of moderate expense with a list of skills suggesting she took care of a household once upon a time. He saw many things that would be useful when he settled a location.

So he bought her, and was greeted with a shrieking tirade

"Aua lava ne'i e faia lenā mea, oe le tagata e matuā amio leaga ma inosia."

(Never do that, you utterly wicked and detestable person.)

He decided the fastest way to learn a language was to mimic it. "Aua lava Evan"

She rounded on him in a rage. As she spun her hair flew away from her back revealing her nudity. She stood around 5'6" with an impressive bust and a fiery red head of hair.

As her eyes met his, her fury fled from her. She stood there for a second with her mouth agape. The moment felt at once instant and unending as they stared at each other in silence. Then the moment seemed to catch up to her and she proceeded to curtsy sans skirt "O lo'u igoa o le Afi." When her sentence was finished she stood straight with her hands behind her back. Trying to present a dignified front.

He dragged his eyes up her toned calves to her thick thighs past the fire between her thighs over the peaks that stood impressively from her chest. He made eye contact with her once again. He proceeded to mimic her. This time with better pronunciation "O lo'u igoa o le afi Evan."

Her eyebrows came down in confusion and she shook her right hand off to the side while pointing with her left. Then pointed at herself and said slowly "Afi".

Evan stared. After a 3 count he repeated the last sentence altered with his name. "O lo'u igoa o le Evan."

Verallian, Lvl 1: The language of Verallia.

So much language was crammed into his memory that he fell to one knee. The pressure in his skull was intensely uncomfortable but fading quickly.

Evan reopened his eyes to a teal sky and stiff peaks at the edges of a flat plane. His head was comfortably nestled on something soft yet firm. As he reoriented himself, he realized that he was laying in the lap of the woman. He tried to sit up in a panic at this realization. Upon doing so his head brushed the peaks and set them to moving.

"Ah you awake. Are you a better milord? You seem to fit?"

When he had readied his reply his mouth moved seamlessly to say "I head hurt, from word, head will fix."

It's not what he meant to say but it's what his mouth said regardless of intent. The skill seemed to be inhibiting his ability to speak coherently.

Verallian, Lvl 2: The language of Verallia.

The headache returned, making his eyes cross and his vision blur to a singular point in the sky. The problem was readily apparent to him. He needed to spend some time with the language, not speaking it, just processing. Evan decided he would just lay in place until his headache subsided once more.

There was something peaceful about not being able to think or move while gazing at the sky, almost meditative. Then a chill shot up his spine causing his body to flex in pain and thrust his midsection skyward.

As his spasm receded and he gained control of his body once more he felt something warm and wet engulf his manhood. He laid there with his eyes closed while her tongue swirled around the tip. Her saliva slowly lubricated his shaft as her soft hand stroked his girth he burbled out "Aghhgg"

She took this as a sign to speed up and increase the amount of tongue she was using. It no longer swirled just around the head of him. It coiled tightly all the way to his base.

His headache slowly dimmed before the amount of pleasure. He opened his eyes and looked down to see Afi working her head and hand along his length while her other hand worked vigorously towards her own end.

Afi took his cock deep into her mouth and let out a soft moan and her hand worked faster. The emerald eyed woman looked into his eyes with an intensity bordering on violence.

He tried to organize his thoughts and respond to her actions. He tried praising her actions "Head good for head badness."

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He never wanted to speak again, every time he tried to speak in her language he felt more and more like he sounded not just childish but as if he was born with a foot in his mouth.

Yet his words seemed to have appeased her and her eyes eased from violence to aggravation.

He tried once more to tell her how he felt but it came out as a growl and a pump of his hips instead. His hands tangled into her hair as she squeaked and he filled her hollowed cheeks with his spend.

He lay there panting from the intensity of his climax listening to her cough. He looked over to see if she was recovering properly. He saw something he didn't expect. She had spat out what was left of his cum and was lapping it up. Every time her tongue touched the pool of cum she seemed to shudder and shake.