by Simon Archer
As I spoke, Delilah glanced over at me with surprise, but as soon as she registered my words, her face lit up.
“Yes, sir,” she replied, dropping down to join us on the floor.
A rush ran through me as I realized the roles had shifted. Star looked down at me expectantly, and I felt Hikki’s gaze on me as well, as if waiting for their own commands.
“Delilah,” I continued, “make sure Hikki is fully satisfied.”
A mischievous glint in Delilah’s eyes accompanied her words. “Yes, sir.”
Hikki looked over at Delilah with alarm as the revenant crawled over to her. She seemed a bit hesitant, but as Delilah closed the gap, Hikki’s face softened with acceptance. I released my grip on Star’s hips, and she immediately whipped her head back to me with the same look of need in her eyes.
“Proceed,” I managed.
I saw the corners of her lips curl up in a smirk, and she immediately resumed her frantic pace, shooting fireworks up my spine and once again proving me useless as an active participant.
I looked to my side, where Hikki and Delilah were now lip-locked. Delilah’s hands expertly followed all of Hikki’s luscious curves, while Hikki gently cupped Delilah’s chin in her hands. Delilah broke their kiss and worked her way down Hikki’s body. Hikki locked eyes with me, and I reached out and ran my thumb across her bottom lip. She melted against my touch, and her eyes remained locked onto mine until Delilah found her place between Hikki’s thighs. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Delilah’s tongue dart out, and I knew she was tasting the same exquisite sex I’d grown to crave. At the same time, Hikki’s eyes widened in shock and pleasure, and her hand darted out to grab onto me. She missed, however, grabbing onto Star’s wrist instead, drawing the demon’s attention. I felt Star slow and allowed my heart rate to settle just a bit as she shifted back in contemplation.
Star then eased forward, so that she was pressed against my chest. Her ample breasts pressed against my skin as she reached past me and locked lips with Hikki. I grabbed at Star’s hips and guided her into a new, slower rhythm, embracing her warmth as I took in the view. I couldn’t see Delilah from this position, but I recognized the moans escaping Hikki’s throat, and I knew Delilah hadn’t moved.
Star broke the kiss at the same time that Delilah sat back on her heels, and I saw the revenant’s hand come up to wipe her face.
“Don’t you dare!” I growled, causing Delilah to freeze with her hand in the air. “Come here.”
Hikki shifted out of the way as Delilah approached, and I pulled her down to me, forcing my tongue to invade her mouth. She tasted like Hikki, and I drank it in, licking Delilah’s lips and wiping her nose clean with my thumb. I ran my thumb down to her lips, and she eagerly licked it clean.
“Do you like the way your wife tastes?” she purred. I nodded in response, struggling to get my words out.
“I like the way you taste, too,” I muttered, pulling her closer.
She smirked at my implication and looked up at Star, who hadn’t ceased her rocking through all this. Star reached over and pulled Delilah’s face to hers, pressing her lips against the revenants’.
“Mm,” Star crooned. “I, too, like the way your wife tastes.”
I felt my cock twitch within her as she pulled Delilah closer, and the revenant swung one leg over to straddle me. I felt my way up her endless curves before hooking my fingers around her hips and pulling her back onto my face. She willingly obliged, giving me full access to her welcoming center. I groaned with pleasure as I drank it all in, my tongue following every contour as she writhed above me.
With Star and Delilah both being tended to, my thoughts turned to Hikki, and I lifted Delilah’s hips up to sneak a glance at where my wife had gone. I found her sprawled out beside us, gingerly pleasuring herself as she took in the sight before her.
“Delilah,” I growled. The revenant needed no further explanation.
“Hikki, gorgeous, come here,” she ordered, and my wife dutifully rose to her knees.
Delilah grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close, and the three women let their hands explore each other's bodies simultaneously. Hikki was close enough for me to reach her now, and I trailed my fingers up her inner thigh until I felt the familiar warmth radiating from her. I plunged my fingers into her, eliciting a sharp gasp before she settled down further against my palm, and we moved together in tandem as she continued to love on her friends.
With Hikki properly taken care of, I pulled Delilah’s hips back down with my free hand, once again smothering myself in the best way possible. The moans and squeals echoing overhead assured me that these three women were enjoying this just as much as I was, and I was overwhelmed by the myriad of sensations around me. Not wanting to play favorites, though, I decided it was time to shift gears. With a slight push of my hand, Delilah straightened up, and I took a gulp of fresh, cool air before barking out my next command.
“Star, get on your back,” I ordered, and while Delilah swung her leg over to free me, Star slid up and off me, crawling backward until she was completely sprawled out before us.
“Hikki, come here.” I watched as my wife complied, and I pinched her chin and brought her face up to meet mine. “Get on your hands and knees, and take care of Star.” I pointed to where I wanted her to go, and she obeyed, her eyes wide with anticipation.
Star knew what I wanted, and once Hikki was in position, Star scooted forward, her legs spread to reveal her sex to my wife. I came up to my knees and positioned myself behind Hikki’s hips, dragging the moistened tip of my cock along her wet slit. She quivered and squeaked with desire, but before I could give her what she wanted, Delilah came up behind me.
“What about me?” she asked, her husky voice tickling my ear. “Where do you want me?”
Her hands roamed across my chest and down across my stomach before wrapping around my length. She pumped slowly, her body pressed against my back. Before me, Star was encouraging Hikki to do her worst, and Hikki dropped to her elbows and crawled forward the last two inches to bury her face between Star’s thighs. Delilah pushed me forward, so that I was nestled behind Hikki’s hips, and she used my cock to tease at my wife’s opening. Hikki rocked her hips back in earnest, but instead of relinquishing her grip, Delilah extended her free hand to slip two fingers inside her friend. Hikki squealed with delight, her voice muffled in Star’s skin.
Delilah pulled her fingers out, quickly replacing them with my now aching cock. I slid in quickly, relishing the snug fit as I slowly picked up the pace. Delilah brought her fingers, still slick with my wife’s juices, to her mouth, slowly licking them clean. She then worked her way past me and over to Star, where she promptly swung her leg over to position herself over the demon’s face. I was concerned for a moment about the horn on Star’s forehead, but it seemed to be perfectly positioned to hit Delilah’s clit as she gyrated over Star’s face.
Star reached up and grabbed Delilah’s ass, pulling her down hungrily over her face, and I watched her hips continue to buck under Hikki’s attentive services. With all three women moaning loudly before me, I felt myself approaching a crescendo. When their voices hit a high fever pitch, it was as though a dam broke, and we all came together, the cacophony of voices and screams echoing throughout the enclosed space. Even I joined the chorus as I slammed my hips into Hikki’s one final time, spilling everything I had into her. With all of us spent, we collapsed beside each other on the ground, allowing our breathing to even out in the aftermath.
“There!” Delilah declared, her voice still husky and breathless. “Now, we’re all even!”
27
“Are you sure it’s this way?” Delilah said to our guide Hikki as our group, now back in clothes and with the addition of Star the demon knight, traveled through the caverns after waiting out the labyrinth worm. “You know where you’re going? We’re not lost?”
“Of course!” Hikki smiled. “It should be just around the corner up there! We are almost out of here!”
“Okay, I’ll stop asking.” Delilah rubbed her fingers against each other. “Not that I’m questioning your memory, but I haven’t seen the sun in quite some time. I’m getting impatient.”
“That seems to be a pattern with you, First Consort,” Starboros joked, her voice back to its warped version under her golden full-plate. “You are more than terrifying enough to extort what you want from others, so you must not have to wait often, do you?”
“I was a ghost for who knows how long!” the undead monk warrior defended herself. “I am so sick of waiting around for things! And you weren’t complaining about me extorting you and Hikki a while ago, were you?”
“Oh, well…” Even with the helmet over her face, the heat of her blushing face couldn’t have been more obvious. “It is my duty to obey my superiors, First Consort, and it was my absolute pleasure to obey Jeremiah’s commands with enthusiasm.”
“Yeah, that was a lot of fun,” Hikki reminisced. “You are so authoritative, Jeremiah.”
“You were all very obedient,” I commented, “but I can’t take all the credit for that. Delilah wore the three of you down in her manic tyranny at the beginning.”
“I’ve been cooped up down underground for too long!” Delilah shouted! “Think of all the time I must have wasted guarding a bunch of dead bodies! I was so bored! Jeremiah was the first person I’d seen since those asshole necromancers that trapped me there in the first place!”
“I can understand your sentiment,” the demon noblewoman sympathized. “The Hellfire Chasm does not have any exposure to sunlight, and the life of a prospective baroness is one of lessons and regiment. I have yet to see the sun once.”
“Join the club,” I interjected. “I have seen one sun back in my homeworld, but not this one specifically. What color is around here?”
“Yellow,” Delilah answered. “Is it different in your world?”
“No,” I said, a little disappointed in the lake of solar diversity I’d been exposed to, “our sun’s also yellow. I was hoping for a different color for Neo Ceissein, but it’s okay.”
“It could have changed from when I was up there,” Delilah said to give me hope. “I’ve been dead for who-knows-how-long. At least a while. Hikki, you’ve got the most recent survey of the surface. What color is the sun now?”
“It is still yellow.” Hikki hesitated to disappoint me as well. “I am sorry we cannot give you another color for our sun, Jeremiah.”
“Given how long I’ve been stuck underground, it’s going to be the most beautiful sun in the universe when I finally see it,” I said. “The sun is a magnificent thing, no matter what color.”
“Too bad you’ll never see it!” a voice echoed from across the room we just walked into. “We’ve finally cornered you!”
A bunch of cloaked figures stood at the opposite end of a long cavern lined with pillars of connected stalagmites and stalactites. Behind them was a thick rock wall, made up of jagged rocks all folding over the center. That wasn’t how rocks worked in the slightest, forming perfectly around a center lattice like that. The rock formation could not have been natural if my amateur knowledge of rocks had anything to say about it.
The hooded figures in front of the rock wall were the likely culprit, fitting every stereotype for ancient voodoo and witchcraft fuckery imaginable. Dark cloaks that covered all of their skin and shadowed their faces? Check. Random bone paraphernalia adorned all over them, like animal skulls for shoulder pieces, and rib cage chest pieces? Check. Jagged, stone ritual knives for weapons and knotted, rotting wood for staves? Check. A leader with gold metal bits sewn into his special black robe, along with a matching ostentatious gold mantlet with occult symbolism all over it, all to show how leaderly he is over the other cultists? Check. Constant, unintelligible chanting underneath the whole thing to show how evil and mysterious they were? Check. Ten guesses as to who these clowns belonged to?
The question was, how did Grune’s goons find me down here? Were they here for me? Best to play dumb until I figured out what they were after?
“And here I thought that you were going to be difficult to find for us!” the golden-mantled cultist shouted from across the room. “Grune will be most pleased with us when we bring our dark king’s prize back to him, along with all of your heads as an offering for his favor!”
“I’m sorry, what was that?” I shouted back over to them. “With the echoes and the distance, it’s just impossible to hear what you guys are saying? You want me to bring you some coffee? I don’t have any coffee!”
“I said!” the cultist leader shouted again with more oomph. “You are going to die here! We are going to kill you in the name of the Sorcerer King Grune and take back what is rightfully his! There is nothing you can do to avoid this fate! Do not resist!”
“You’ve got to speak louder!” I coaxed them into more distracting nonsense. “You’re not making any sense over here! I don’t want to buy any new runes you’re selling, and no, I haven’t just eaten! I could go for a light snack right now!”
“What are you talking about?” Hikki, already transformed into a grey vole-like creature perched on my shoulder, whispered in my ear. “Who are these scary people?”
“Whoever they are, they’re getting an ass-whooping.” Delilah cracked her knuckles. “They’ve just put themselves between me and the sun, and I really need to tan.”
“Ha!” Star laughed at Delilah’s joke, pulling out her greatsword. “That is funny because you are so pale, right? You are saying that you need to use the sun to darken your skin! You are very clever, Delilah.”
“Thank you, Star,” Delilah smirked at Star’s obtuse nature, “it’s nice to be appreciated.”
While they talked, I continued to confound the dialogue between the cultist leader and me. As the cultists across from me tried to communicate their message clearer and clearer with my constant misinterpretations, I gave the jabbering baddies all a scan:
Blood of Grune, elf cleric Lv 35
Health: 3500 Magic: 12250
Armor: 35 Aegis: 140
Abilities: Divine Overshadow, Sorcerer King’s Blessing, Unholy Magic
Divine Overshadow: This mage has given themselves over to the powers of a god and been blessed with a portion of their divine energies, consuming their own magics in favor of those that mirror their god. Their devotion comes from their willingness to forsake their previous school for an extraplanar purpose.
+New School: Cleric. All mage features and spells are replaced with level 1 cleric features, higher levels may be awarded if the appropriate attributes are of sufficient level
+Resistance to mind-altering spells while worshipping the god who gave the mage this Divine Overshadow.
Sorcerer King’s Blessing: The Sorcerer King Grune has given a portion of his darkness to all who flock to his banner and kneel at his altar. Those who please him are gifted with magical might the likes of which can crush the enemies of the Ascended One into the powder they so richly deserve to be.
+3500 magic reserve
+350 magic salvage
+35 aegis
+35 resistance to light magic
+350 resistance to spells cast from a cleric or paladin of the Aurum Phoenix, or a member of the Order of the Golden Feather
Unholy Magic: When a mage embraces dark arcane energy into themselves, they do so with the risk of the very same power consuming their minds and their souls, slowly eroding away at them until they’re nothing but insane husks of their former selves. In the worse scenarios, the magic will consume their bodies as well, transforming into abominations too unsightly for words to describe properly.
+1750 magic reserve
+175 magic salvage
+350 spell strength
+Activate - Dark Blood Magic: when magic reserve is depleted, spells can tap into health to cast them at half the point cost
+22.75% chance to transform into a Horror of Eldritch Realms when health is fully depleted, and the mage is not dead outright;
raises to 70% when Blood Magic is also activated
And that was just all of the grunts, which were about twelve in number. Each of them was stronger than any one of us, which meant that we were severely outnumbered at a rate of three-to-one, nearly six-to-one if you counted how much more health and magic they had than us.
What the hell was I supposed to do in the face of that? Could I have fought my way out? Not against this many trained mages. Thirty-five levels of mage were also thirty-five levels of training in magic, probably with a bit more of an official and efficient style. They weren’t just big monsters. They were professionals. Now may have been one of those times where I had to decide to avoid the fight another day.
What was interesting to me was their ability of Dark Blood Magic. How was that different from regular blood magic? Was it the point cost reduction? That would have been an enticing offer for any mage looking for more power if their own life force would have become a better source of magic than their own magic. I really hoped that my blood magic power worked differently than that, or I just had all the more reason not to overextend my magical abilities. I didn’t want to figure out what a horror of eldritch realms was.
However, I might have already known about those if I was willing to connect the dots. Was that what Zuak, that tentacle starfish monster who had helped attack the other earthlings with Grune, had transformed into? Was he a priest or cleric of Grune that was turned into a horror? If so, that was just even more reason on top of everything to avoid dying while using blood magic. In no way was I going to allow myself to be anything like that freak.
Though, seeing that ability there proved to me, at least to an extent, that I had powers that weren’t showing up on my stat screen. Hidden powers that would only reveal themselves when I stumbled upon them or found out how to use otherwise. I didn’t have ‘blood magic’ showing up anywhere on my stats or abilities. What else did I have at my disposal that I wasn’t even aware of? It could have been an infinite amount of things, really. As many as there were schools.