Realm Walker Omnibus

by Erik Weir

  Victor moved to the edge of the bed, boots touching the floor. “I know it was a weird day. Sorry for not listening to you earlier. It’s just so surreal being here and I was carried away…”

  Lily stepped closer, pressing a finger to his lips. “It’s not what you think. I need something from you.”

  Victor nodded but stayed silent, watching the conflict in Lily’s eyes.

  Lily continued, “You remember when Cassandra asked me to heal you but I didn’t? There is a reason why. The more I use my healing powers, the more my inner self wants to feed. Today, I used my healing ability several times and now I can barely keep my inner self under control.”

  Victor reached out and took hold of one of Lily’s hands. “We are partners for a goddess. What can I do to help?”

  Lily’s eyes glowed a darker crimson. Victor simply smiled, cheeks pink from the mead. The air grew warmer and a moment later, Lily grabbed at Victor’s shirt. The Blade didn’t fight back as the fabric was pulled over his head and tossed aside. Shirtless, the Blade watched as Lily began tearing off her own clothes. Tunic and leggings falling to the floor, she was naked before the Blade.

  Victor gazed on the purple skinned demoness, her breasts bouncing to each hungry breath. Dark purple nipples stood at attention as creamy lilac skin smoothed over her toned form. Tail snaking behind her, she stepped closer, a glistening appearing along her womanhood in the low lantern light.

  Victor quickly snaked out of his leather leggings, blood rushing to his manhood. The moment he had his boots kicked off and his leggings reached his ankles, the Blade’s cock stood on its own power. Throbbing, it bounced as Lily stepped closer and clawed her sharp toes into his leather leggings and pulled them off. Falling, she landed on Victor’s lap, creamy breasts pushing against his rock-hard member. Fingers glided to pointed nipples as dark purple lips closed down around the head of his cock.

  The young man watched with wanting eyes as Lily’s pointed tongue slathered against the head. Pressing her firm breasts around his cock, she continued to suckle on the end while her inner heat charged the already hard cock. The excitement of the day bled away as tender touches caused hearts to soar. The tip of her horns touched Victor’s toned stomach as Lily bobbed on his manhood. Lifting up a hand, he caressed her raven black hair as her lips and breasts massaged his rigid staff. Gentle moans filled the room as Lily continued her masterful work.

  Victor fought off the desire to come, enjoying the moment. The succubus had been so difficult and now she seemed relaxed, almost content. The movements grew with the tempo. Victor gritted his teeth, the seductive kiss at the top of his cock begging for his release.

  “Is…this…the only way…you can feed…,” Victor asked in quick breaths.

  Lily pulled her lips away but kept stroking Victor’s cock between her breasts. “No…,” she whispered.

  Victor took hold of the succubus and pulled her up. Confusion colored her red eyes as he guided her into the bed with him. Laying her down, Lily writhed with needs, her breath hot.

  Victor hovered over her on his hands and knees, “I want our first time to be intimate.”

  Lily’s eyes took on a hint of confusion before they widened in bliss. Victor’s finger caressed her wet slit, searching and exploring until he touched her glowing nub. Staying above her; gentle finger swirls traced around her engorged clit, causing the succubus to writhe to his touch as he gave her a knowing smile. Clawed hands reached up, grabbing Victor’s back and trying to draw him on top of her but the Blade resisted, playing the succubus like a violin.

  A purple tail ran along Victor’s side as her hips moved to his intimate touch. The succubus’s eyes blazed hot as she growled her needs. Wetness spilled, coating fingers and inner thighs. Victor could barely contain himself as she moved like a beast in heat. Hands took hold of his member, pulling him closer. The tip of his cock touched her quivering slit, coating it with her lust.

  “Don’t….play with me,” Lily hissed.

  Victor’s body grew weak as his own needs roared. Gently at first, the head of his cock speared her pink opening. Lily helped him along, her hands leaping from his cock and grabbing his ass, forcing every inch, invading her tight space. When he reached the base, their hips moved to a slow but sensual rhythm.

  Bliss spiraled as Lily clamped her arms and legs around Victor. The primal dance between them ebbed and flowed to heart beats. Cock thickening, Victor grunted as Lily squeezed him tight, trying to keep him inside her. Power against power, they moaned their delight as their bodies tried to take control.

  Lily’s body bounced with each thrust, her will and weakened state losing. Nerves curled as did toes, holding onto the Blade for dear life. Victor found himself thrusting gently to the base and pulling away, wetness touching his veiny cock. The tempo between them grew to a fevered pitch when Lily’s eyes widened.

  Body shuddering, she cried out, fingernails digging into Victor’s back. The Blade continued, his own urges whipping at his resolve. Lily shuddered again and again as she was caught in a blissful loop of pleasure. Victor drove his body between her strong thighs, his need swelling to the breaking point.

  Strong inner walls gripped the Blade as his cock thickened. White molten seed spurted into her tight space, filling it. Lily cried out another moan as her inner world massaged and coaxed more of the Victor’s seed. Hips pushed between spread legs, driving his urges until muscles gave out and he collapsed.

  Lily ran her hands through his hair, hips drawing out several more drops of seed and licking her lips.

  “I’m still hungry,” the succubus said with a sultry whisper.

  Victor nodded against her neck, lost in her scent, his cock half hard but growing harder by the moment as the succubus whined her needs, urging him to continue with the meal.

  Eight

  Shafts of light filled the darkened room. Victor stood; eyes blank. A distant comfort sank into his senses as light caressed his eyes to take in his surroundings. Furniture lined the room. Light spilled in from an open window, a woman sitting on a chair and gazing out into the light. The light played tricks as Victor took a step closer, fine lines moving and pulsating. The older woman didn’t turn as he approached, her gaze on the outside world beyond the window.

  Victor lifted a hand, fingers trembling and heart beating faster in his chest. Holding his breath, the young man touched the woman’s shoulder and a small, sad sigh fell from her lips. Victor’s heart nearly cracked as he looked down, unsure why he was here.

  “You’re home,” said a voice from behind.

  Victor turned his eyes to the door entrance, a thin black shadow with a wide, sharp smile floated in. It avoided the light as it floated closer, white eyes staring into Victor’s soul. The young man balked, standing at the older woman’s side, placing himself between the black thing and the woman. Fingers curled into fists but his eyes trembled with fear.

  “Why are you looking at me like that,” the deformed shadow asked, the leer growing impossibly wide.

  Victor stared at the shadow, not saying a word.

  The older woman began to weep. Hands reached up and she buried her face in them, sobbing. The trembling fear in Victor’s eyes stopped, a fire flaring in his soul. The grinning shadow floated closer, white eyes peering down on the young man.

  “Not another step,” Victor said; his voice small.

  The black thing looked past him to the sobbing woman. A gnarled tongue snaked out and licked thin black lips.

  “But…she is so delicious. Wait outside while I… tend to her,” the thing said as it loomed over Victor.

  “Not…another…step,” Victor barely whispered.

  “She will feel better…we all will feel better…if I can have what I want…,” the thing hissed with delight.

  Victor’s fists shook as he stared hard at the black thing hovering over him. With a roar, he launched at the thing, fists pounding into soft, gooey flesh. The shadow giggled as Victor fought like a crazed animal.


  “You will feel better too…after you sleep,” the thing leered as it reared back a black fist and slammed it into Victor’s nose.

  Victor’s eyes shot open as he gasped for precious breath. Sitting up with wide eyes, he immediately noticed Lily topless and pulling her leather leggings up. The succubus turned her attention to the wide-eyed Blade, concern filling her thin eyebrows.

  “Victor,” Lily asked as she stepped closer.

  Air flowed in and out straining lungs as if Victor had been holding his breath for hours. Eyes glanced to the single window, the small dawn light filling the clear panes.

  Victor threw the blanket aside and swung his legs over the side. Elbows on knees, he ran his fingers through his own hair as he tried to cut away the mental cobwebs.

  “Bad dream,” the young man said.

  Lily touched his bare shoulder, red irises peering down.

  Victor looked up with a small smile, “It’s nothing. Time to get this day started and finish what we set out to do.”

  A knock at the door caused the Blade and Shield to look to it. The door opened, Shyryth and Dawn standing at the entrance.

  “I had the innkeeper make us some rations for the trip,” Shyryth smiled.

  Dawn eyed the topless demon before looking to Victor’s nude body. “We better hurry if we want to get to Black Stone Tower before nightfall.”

  Victor reached down to his pile of clothes on the floor and brought them up to his lap, hiding his stiff manhood.

  Morning wood or is it the sight of three beautiful women?

  “Shut up,” Victor mentally cursed. “It should take me only a few minutes,” the Blade said simply.

  The thin rays of sunlight grew brighter along the window as a new day started. Victor began to dress, the last tendrils of the nightmare falling away like dying leaves on a river to nowhere.

  ***

  The forest began to thin as the group marched on. Victor watched as the woods and forests parted, patches of bare sandy earth filling in the spaces. With each passing hour, the trees became smaller clusters as sand, dirt, and rock crunched under boots. With the sun beating down on the small group and little shade, the march east grew difficult with each step.

  Victor found himself wiping his brow and wishing he had a hat for some relief. Dawn stepped to his side, handing a small waterskin. The Blade nodded as he took it and drank down the cool water. Lily and Shyryth walked ahead and Victor found himself lagging behind a little. Working out was often an on and off thing in Victor’s previous life, and now he felt like he was paying for it. Victor thought driving to the gym, taking hikes and learning martial arts was enough to be extremely healthy, but out here in some alien realm, he quickly realized that it wasn’t enough. Leg cramps began to crawl up his nerves and the relentless sun didn’t seem to help.

  Dawn eyed the Blade as he continued to gulp down water. “If we had time, we could have purchased some horses.”

  Victor brought the waterskin down and handed it back to the elf. “I’m just glad to hear there are horses here.”

  “Are you alright? You’re sweating a lot,” Dawn asked with a touch of concern.

  Victor nodded weakly. “I’ll be fine. Have to work through it if I’m going to be stronger.”

  Dawn nodded.

  Victor eyed the elf as they walked side by side. “So, what were you stealing in the library?”

  Dawn’s expression remained unchanged, “A book to help me and my family.”

  Victor quickly remembered how they first met the previous day. “Is that what you meant when you said ‘us’?”

  The elf with glasses nodded. “I’m on a special quest and the book has some clues.”

  Victor looked ahead. “Why didn’t you just borrow it? Isn’t that what libraries are for?”

  “You can’t borrow books from the 3rd and 4th floors.”

  Victor scratched his head, “I suppose you have your reasons. The book you took, did it help?”

  Dawn’s gaze softened. “I read it last night in my room. It provided some information but I need more. I’m sure Vala will guide me to the right answers.”

  Victor nodded. “I hope Vala can help all of us with some answers.”

  Dawn turned her eyes to Victor, “How did you meet the succubus?”

  Victor let out a small sigh. “It’s kind of a long story.”

  “I only ask because they are known to engineer coincidences. How long have you known her?”

  Victor looked to the elf with a touch of concern. “I’ve seen how you look at Lily and it’s not too friendly.”

  Dawn looked ahead, her gaze on the demon in human skin, brow sharp. “My people were the first race to populate Eddor. Our early history is filled with stories of fighting the demon hordes from Night Sun. You can understand why I’m not too friendly with hellish monsters.”

  Victor looked to Lily as he spoke, “We all can’t be responsible for what people have done in the past. Lily is a little grumpy, but she hasn’t shown anything that would suggest she would hurt any of us. She is a follower of Vala.”

  Dawn’s expression remained the same. “She healed me and that is the only reason why I don’t put a dagger in her ribs.”

  “Good to know,” Victor said as his mind whirled, trying to understand the realms. “Do many people know about the six realms?”

  “Many of the educated do. Mages often scry into each of the realms, trying to glean information to add to their knowledge. My sister was one of them,” Dawn said, her voice softer.

  “I’m a pretty good listener…if you want to talk?”

  Dawn looked into Victor’s green eyes, a touch of pink appearing on her cheeks. “You’re a priest of Vala. I can trust you…to keep my secrets?”

  Victor smiled. “You can, but I believe you can trust Lily too.”

  The elf shook her head, “No, just you.”

  The young man smiled, eyes closing. “I won’t tell anyone, promise.”

  Dawn nodded. “My sister wanted to know about everything. Like our family and people, knowledge is the cornerstone to influencing your destiny.”

  Dawn’s eyes grew darker, “My sister had an insatiable need to know everything. Since we were cast out for suspected worship of Vala, my sister took it as a sign to delve deeper into Vala’s teachings. I…I did what I could to make sure we were fed and had a dry place to sleep.

  “I knew my sister had a gift for magical studies. Even without a teacher or master, she took to it like a fish to water. She scoured every book I brought her and explored the realms through spells, her heart set on knowing enough to help bring back Vala. She thought if Vala returned, we would have a place at her side.”

  Dawn looked up to the clear blue sky, eyes living a distant memory. “Vala’s ways were outlawed, not only on Eddor but across all the realms. We all know the stories, how those who worshipped her were hunted down and slain. Men, women and children, dragged from homes and temples, slaughtered on the streets, their blood spilling down drains while the killers and murderers danced and sang.”

  Dawn’s face lowered with a bleak, empty gaze. “My sister gave me hope again…until her one and only attempt to explore Dark Spire ended that hope. Even when we were children, it is taught never to scry into the Dark Spire Realm. My sister didn’t listen and she paid for it with her sanity.”

  “Where is she now,” Victor asked, heart heavy in his chest.

  Dawn continued to look forward as they walked. “She is someplace safe until I can find a cure for her. I had nearly given up hope…until yesterday.”

  “Dawn, we will do everything we can to help you and your sister,” Victor said with confidence.

  The elf with glasses looked to the handsome Blade, “I just want your help. Do not speak of this with the succubus, please.”

  A sliver of darkness touched Victor’s heart, “I won’t speak of it, with anyone. I promise.”

  Dawn gave the Blade a small smile. “Thank you, Victor.”

  Concern swirled
Victor’s inner world as they walked along. He didn’t want to keep anything from Lily since it was important they work together but the way Dawn asked, he couldn’t bring himself to say no. Memories splashed on the shores of his mind and heaviness took hold of his spirit.

  Lily will just have to understand.

  Shadows seemed to lengthen under Victor’s eyes as they travelled under the hot sun.

  “We should be passing the border soon. Then it will be a few more hours and we should reach Black Stone Tower,” Dawn said with an almost cheery edge, a new stride in her step.

  Victor mustered a small smile, hoping the elf was right as his eyes lingered on Lily as she walked ahead.

  ***

  Victor whistled as he looked around the dusty border town. A small main street ran through the town and it looked like it belonged in an old western. He could hardly believe such a thing as magical cowboys could exist. Townspeople moved about their day, not paying much attention to the man, woman, elf, and dragon as they made their way down the dirt street.

  Victor eyed some of the men and women as they walked past, six-shooters strapped to their hips and wide-brimmed hats blocking out the afternoon sun. It was surreal as the Blade looked down, admiring the rune markings gracing gun handles.

  Shyryth addressed the group, “Go to the tavern, and wait for me there. It’s still a few hours to Black Stone Tower so we should restock on water and supplies. Dawn, I’m not familiar here, can you walk with me so I don’t accidently cause any trouble?”

  Victor wondered what the dragon meant by accidently causing trouble.

  “I will join you if you buy me a hat,” Dawn smiled as she stood by the dragon woman.

  “I want a hat too,” Victor said a little too quickly.

  Shyryth nodded and looked to Lily.

  “I’m fine,” the demoness in human skin smiled politely.

  Shyryth looked back to Victor, “I’ll buy you a shirt too. That one has seen better days.”

  Victor looked down at the ripped shirt and shrugged. Shyryth and Dawn walked to the general store. Lily turned and walked toward the tavern. The Blade followed. The pair moved to the open doorway and stepped inside. Victor frowned as he saw there were no swinging saloon doors.