by A. J. Markam
- Besides the sex?
“OH, YEAH… I GUESS THAT WOULD BE A HINDRANCE FOR A SUCCUBUS…”
- I like my old body, Deek. And thanks to Ian, I’m free now. I can go out and see the world.
“JUST BUILD A DUNGEON, BABY, AND THE WORLD’LL COME TO YOU!”
- You know what I mean.
The dungeon core audibly sighed. “YEAH… YEAH, I DO. WELL, I GOT GOOD NEWS AND I GOT BAD NEWS. WHICH ONE YOU WANT FIRST?”
- Oh Goddess… the bad news, I guess.
“ALRIGHT. WELL, THE THING IS, I CAN’T CREATE ANYTHING OTHER THAN A TEMPORARY FORM FOR YA.”
Alaria and I both spoke at the same time.
- What?
“What?”
“YEAH. OTHERWISE WE’D ALL PUT OURSELVES IN AN INDESTRUCTIBLE MEAT SUIT AND WALK THE FUCK OUT. SO I CAN DO A TEMPORARY MEAT SUIT FOR YA, BUT IT AIN’T GONNA LAST. YOUR SOUL’S GONNA EVENTUALLY GO BACK INTO THE DUNGEON CORE.”
“But we’ve got her body,” I said.
“GET THE FUCK OUT! WHERE?”
I unfastened a bag from my belt and laid it on the ground. After selecting the icon of Alaria’s body on the computer window, I began to pull the bag backwards as though uncovering something heavy.
First her feet appeared… then her legs… then her torso. I had to wiggle the bag over her mountainous breasts, but her head and tangled black hair came out easily enough.
She was still warm, and her eyes stared up blankly at the artwork on the ceiling.
“WELL, SHEEE-IT… THAT MAKES THINGS A HELLUVA LOT EASIER, THEN.”
“Why?”
“CUZ IT’S EASIER TO PLUG THE SOUL BACK IN ITS ORIGINAL CONTAINER.”
“Why?”
“WHY YOU KEEP ASKIN’ ‘WHY’ ALL THE TIME, MOTHAFUCKA? WHY’S THE SKY BLUE INSTEAD OF GREEN? I DON’T KNOW, IT JUST IS. BUT HOLD UP A MINUTE, ALARIA – YOU SERIOUSLY WANNA GO FROM THAT FIIINE-ASS CRYSTAL BACK INTO A MEAT SUIT? REALLY?”
- Deek, Alaria warned in a tone of voice like ‘Stop fucking around.’
“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. WELL, THIS CHANGES THINGS, BUT THERE’S STILL GOOD AND BAD NEWS. YOU WANT THE BAD NEWS FIRST AGAIN?”
Alaria sounded terrified as she whispered, - Yes.
“I CAN’T PUT YOU BACK IN YOUR BODY.”
Alaria gave a strangled sob.
The sound was like an icepick through my heart.
“HOLD ON, HOLD ON – THE GOOD NEWS IS, YOU CAN DO IT. BUT I’MM’A HAVE TO TEACH YOU HOW.”
- Really? she cried out, overjoyed.
“YEAH, BABY!”
“You can teach her?” I asked, slightly shocked. I figured getting a soul back into a physical body was something a bit more advanced than a Level 1 dungeon core could handle.
“CAN I DO THAT,” Deek muttered to himself, then unloaded on me like a foghorn. “IF I COULDN’T DO IT, MOTHERFUCKER, I WOULDN’T ‘A SAID I COULD!”
“Okay, okay – ”
“IF I SAY I CAN DO SOMETHIN’, YOU BEST BELIEVE IT!”
“Okay!” I said, putting my hands out like Uncle!
Suddenly a window appeared:
The Crystal of Vos Says YES!
‘5000 XP’ floated up through the air.
Nice! I’d completed the quest.
And I got another nice little surprise: I leveled up.
A beam of light surrounded me, trumpets blasted, and the words ‘Level 26’ appeared.
“LOOKS LIKE SOMEBODY JUST CREAMED HIS PANTS,” Deek snorted.
I ignored him, because a new message appeared in a computer window in front of me:
You have been upgraded to ‘Unholy Quintet’!
…uh, what?
I scanned the computer window’s explanation. Apparently instead of summoning four imps to fight for me temporarily, I now could summon five.
Whoop-de-fucking-do.
I had to remind myself that Gravesite had been a pretty bitchin’ ability, and I’d just gotten that at Level 24. The game wasn’t going to hand out awesome new powers like candy on Halloween.
I sighed and closed all the computer windows.
Meanwhile, Deek had turned his attention back to Alaria. “I JUST GOTTA GET YOU POWERFUL ENOUGH WHERE YOU CAN DO IT YO’SELF. SO, FIRST LESSON: YOU AN’ ME, WE GONNA HAVE TO LINK UP.”
‘Link up’?
What the fuck did that mean?
Apparently Alaria didn’t know either.
- What do you mean by ‘link up’?
Swear to God, I could almost hear 70’s porno music in the background as Deek started speaking.
“I MEAN, WE GOT TO GET IN A GROOOOVE, SISTER,” he purred. “WE GOT TO BECOME ONE –ME ALL UP INSIDE YOU, FEELIN’ WHAT YOU FEEL, TOUCHIN’ EVERY PART OF YOU, DEEP INSIDE YOU, WITH ALL THE POWER I GOT.”
I coughed and raised a finger. “Um…”
“HAHA, LOOKIT THAT, YO’ BOYFRIEND’S ALL JEALOUS ‘N SHIT,” Deek laughed. “DON’T WORRY, HOMIE, I AIN’T GONNA BANG YOUR GIRL. THAT’S WHAT YOU MEATBAGS DO. NAW, WHAT I DO IS SPIRITUAL. COME ON, NOW, TOUCH HER TO ME. COME ON, DO IT!”
I eyed the glowing purple crystal.
The two-foot-long, big-around-as-my-forearm purple crystal.
“Um… Alaria?”
- Go ahead, Ian – I trust him.
I really didn’t like Deek’s tone of voice, but what was I going to say?
‘No, I don’t want you to help get her back in her body because you sound like a character out of Super Fly’?
I took the necklace from around my head and touched the tiny crystal to the much larger one. They both began to glow at once.
“OKAY, OKAY – YEAH, YOU DEFINITELY GOT SOME LEARNIN’ TO DO, BUT YOU ONLY TWO DAYS OLD. YOU DOIN’ ALRIGHT, BABY. FIRST THING WE NEED TO DO IS GET YOU CREATIN’ SOME SHIT.”
I assumed that meant dungeons and creatures.
Which would probably be pretty cool, but there were other issues to consider, too.
“Um… I don’t mean to be rude – ” I said.
“BUT YOU GONNA BE ANYWAY, HUH.”
“It’s just that there are three bounty hunters trying to get to me.”
“THOSE THREE FUCKERS I RESCUED YOU FROM UP THERE?”
“Uh… yeah.”
“SO?”
“So, if they’re coming after me, they could be a danger to you, too.”
The dungeon core burst out laughing.
“HAHAHAHA! OH, MAN, IF I HAD EYES TO CRY, I’D BE WIPIN’ ‘EM RIGHT NOW. YEAH, THOSE THREE DOUCHEBAGS AIN’T GONNA GET PAST THE 50TH FLOOR. TRUST ME. AND THAT’S IF I TAKE IT EASY ON ‘EM.”
“Uh… okay…”
“ALRIGHT, BABY, WE GONNA START WITH THE FOUR B’s. THAT’S BUILDIN’, BODIES, BINDIN’, ‘N BRINGIN’. REALLY, IT SHOULD BE SUMMONIN’ INSTEAD OF BRINGIN’, BUT ‘THE THREE B’s AND AN S’ DON’T SOUND NEARLY AS GOOD.
“NOW WHAT THAT MEANS IS, WE GOT TO GET YOU BUILDIN’ PHYSICAL STRUCTURES… CREATIN’ NEW BODIES OUT OF THE MATERIALS YOU GOT… BINDIN’ THOSE BODIES TO YOU, PLUS ANY OTHER CREATURES WHO WANNA CAST IN THEY LOT WITH YOU… AND BRINGIN’ ‘EM BACK TO LIFE WHEN THEY DIE.
“WE’LL START WITH BUILDIN’, CUZ THAT’S THE EASIEST, BUT BEFORE YOU CAN AFFECT THE WORLD AROUND YOU, YOU GOTTA LEARN TO BUILD A WORLD INSIDE YOU, DIG? YOU GOTTA IMAGINE IT ‘N SHIT, EVERY LITTLE DETAIL. JUST START WITH PICTURIN’ A ROOM, FIRST.”
- Okay… Alaria said hesitantly.
“OKAY – GOOD, GOOD!”
“You can see it?” I asked the dungeon core.
“FUCK YEAH I CAN SEE IT!”
- Can Ian see it, too? Alaria asked shyly. I mean, can I show it to him?
“HUH… YEAH, THAT WAS GONNA BE LESSON FIVE, BUT HELL, I GUESS YOU BEEN TALKIN’ TO HIM ALL ALONG, SO WE CAN SKIP AHEAD. YEAH, GO AHEAD – JUST KIND OF OPEN YOURSELF UP TO HIM LIKE YOU DID TO ME.”
A tingling electric current surged through my fingers and body, and then I was no longer in Deek’s underground court.
I was somewhere else entirely.
26
I st
ood inside a cave the size of a small house. There was no entrance, no tunnel or doorway. It was just an underground pocket of space with rocks on every side – floor, ceiling, and every point of the compass.
There was no light source, yet somehow I could see. Which was confusing.
“Alaria?!” I called out.
I heard her muffled voice as though she were behind all those barriers of rock.
“I’m here…”
Suddenly a portion of the cave wall crumbled – literally fell away into pieces of gravel that miraculously disappeared as soon as they hit the ground. What was left behind was a rectangular door, and beyond it a tunnel carved out of rock. Everything inside was pitch black.
“Should I go through that?” I asked warily.
“Yes.” Her voice was clearer now. “I’m here… I’m trying to get you closer to me…”
I set off through the tunnel – which reached an end after just ten feet. But as soon as I walked up to the wall, it disintegrated, like an invisible version of Fugly’s acid was eating away at the stone.
I continued to follow the tunnel as it melted away – and then suddenly it broke through into a larger cave.
This one’s walls were made of bright red rocks that glowed from within.
And right in the center of the room was Alaria.
Alive and smiling, tears shining in her eyes.
As soon as I saw her, I cried out and ran to her.
She ran to me, too, and we met in the middle, crashing into each other’s arms, kissing hard.
It was her. It really was. I could taste the cinnamon of her mouth, could feel the warmth of her skin.
She started crying, and I hugged her to me fiercely, my face buried in her sweet-smelling hair.
“It’s okay – you did it!” I cried out.
“No… I didn’t.”
I pulled back and looked at her in alarm. “What? But you’re here – I can taste you, I can feel you – ”
She shook her head sadly. “This is all fake. It’s all in my mind. You get to see it, yes, but it doesn’t really exist.”
I stood there gawping at her as I realized, You idiot, this is EXACTLY what OtherWorld is.
A perfect representation of a world where everything seemed real, and felt real, and smelled real –
But wasn’t.
Truth to tell, the fact that I was inside a simulation inside a simulation was kind of messing with my mind, but I shook it off.
“But if you can create this, you can eventually get back into your body, right?” I asked.
“Yes. Creating a world in here is the first step to altering the one out there – including my own body,” she sobbed – but she was smiling the entire time.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I wiped tears away from her cheeks.
“I was so afraid I would never get to hold you again… or kiss you again… or have you inside me again…”
As soon as she said that, my heart skipped a beat and I felt a familiar tightness in the crotch of my pants.
“We can… we can have sex in here?” I whispered, almost afraid that saying it out loud would somehow make it not true.
“Yes,” she giggled through her tears.
And then it was on.
We kissed passionately, our hands fumbling frantically to peel off each other’s clothes.
I pulled her bra straps off, and her bikini top fell away from her breasts – so firm, so huge. I grabbed one of her tits and got even harder feeling the weight of it in my hand, the firm tip of her nipple pressing against my palm.
I don’t care how stacked she was as a robot, or how beautifully her metal body had been sculpted – there was no way steel could compete with her soft, warm skin.
I tugged down her g-string panties and kneaded her amazing bubble butt with one hand. With the other, I ran my fingers through the curly little landing strip of hair above her pussy. Her soft, hot lips were already drenched, and I stroked upwards from them to her erect little clit.
She moaned and pulled my shirt off. She dropped to her knees, her fall cushioned by her thigh-high leather boots, and pulled at my pants. She didn’t even try to get them all the way off – she just got them down far enough for my stiff cock to spring out of my pants.
“Oh,” she whispered. She looked at my cock with intense longing as she took it softly in her hand – and then, with a quick glance up into my eyes, enveloped me with her wet, warm mouth.
“OH GOD!” I cried out as she plunged down on my shaft, taking me all the way into the back of her throat. She bobbed her head back and forth as she fondled my balls.
“I have to fuck you,” I growled, and she nodded, still with my cock in her mouth. She let go and tugged my pants the rest of the way down until I was standing there naked in front of her.
I pulled her up to me and kissed her hard, feeling my erection slide wetly across her taut, firm stomach. Then I pulled back. “Let’s put out my clothes on the floor so you can lie on them.”
“Why? Let’s get on the bed.”
“What b– ” I started to say, then looked behind her.
There was a bed in the center of the room where two minutes ago there hadn’t been. A stone frame that rose up out of the floor, and a plush mattress covered with silk sheets.
I stared at it, then at her. She just giggled and led me by the hand as she lay down on the mattress.
“You just now created this?”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered as she pulled me down on top of her. I could feel the leather of her thigh-highs brushing against my legs.
“So… you control everything here, right? The room, the bed – wait, did you create your own body, too?”
“Yes,” she said as she grabbed my cock and positioned the head right at the lips of her pussy.
“Wait – does that mean you created me, too?!”
“Oh my GODDESS, Ian, just FUCK ME!” she begged.
“Wait, wait, hold up – you created my body here, right?”
She flopped back on the bed in exasperation. Her breasts looked heavenly as they jiggled. “Yes – Goddess! Can we fuck now, PLEASE?”
“Make me bigger.”
She frowned. “What?”
“Make my cock bigger. Make it as big as you want it.”
She smiled a little, caught off guard. “I like it the way it is – ”
“Make it so it brings you as much pleasure as it possibly can.”
She licked her lips like she was thirsty… then nodded.
I looked down –
JESUS.
I was packing a porn star’s cock, at least ten inches long, and thick.
Part of me was like, Aw, man – couldn’t it have just been, like, HALF an inch longer than normal?
But the other part of me couldn’t wait to try it out.
I angled my hips, pressed the swollen head between her lips, and sloooowly eased the tip in.
“OHHHHHH,” she moaned, and clasped her thighs against my sides.
God she was tight when I was this big.
I wasn’t really a fan of ‘tight’ – I liked soft and sensual rather than a death grip – but if this was what she really wanted, I wanted to give it to her.
I kept on going, easing inch after inch after inch inside her –
“OHHHHHH!” she groaned, and circled her leather-clad legs around my ass.
I finally felt my crotch touch hers. Just as I did, I felt the very tip of my cock bottom out as it touched something firm and wet deep inside her.
“GUHHHH,” she gurgled, a guttural, animal sound of pleasure I’d never heard from her before.
I began to move in and out of her. She dug her fingernails into my back and used her legs to force me inside her deeper, harder, faster.
With every stroke, the head of my cock hit soft flesh deep inside her.
“UNH!” she cried out, and bit her lip.
“Are you okay?” I asked breathlessly.
She nodded. “It hurts a little �
�� but it’s a GOOD hurt.”
I nodded and started moving faster. She grunted and ground down on me harder, angling my hips so that the head of my cock pressed firmly against the walls of her vagina with every stroke, from her g-spot all the way to where I bottomed out inside her.
I have to admit, I spent more time looking at my dick going in and out of her than I did looking at her. I was entranced with the visual – the thick, veiny monster parting her crimson lips.
She cried out with every thrust, a thick-throated “UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH – ”
But she didn’t come.
I tried going faster and harder – really giving it to her good and deep –
But though she kept grunting with pleasure, she still wasn’t making any of the sounds she normally did when she got close to coming.
I paused so that I could look down into her face. “Is something wrong?”
She bit her lip again. “Would it be alright if we went back to the normal way you are?”
I looked at her funny. “Don’t you like this?”
“It’s fun… and it feels good… but it’s not you. And I want YOU.”
I broke out into a big smile.
“Okay,” I agreed.
Suddenly I felt the tightness around my cock recede. When I pulled out, I was back to normal size.
Which kind of sucked from an ego perspective…
…but FUCK it felt amazing.
I moved inside her as deep as I could –
“Ahhhh,” she sighed, a look of bliss on her face. “There you are.”
“You like me the way I am?” I whispered.
“No…”
My heart sank.
She broke out into a grin. “I love you the way you are.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Good… because I love you the way you are.”
I moved inside her slowly, and this time we stared into each other’s eyes, totally ignoring our bodies except for the pleasure of my movements inside her.
She began to make a soft little whimper that climbed in pitch and intensity, and she dug her fingers into my back again.
Tears ran down the sides of her face and she smiled. “I was afraid we would never get to do this again…”
I kissed her softly, and cradled her face in my hands. “We’ll do it always – forever. I promise.”
She half-laughed, half-cried, and then her whimpers became loud moans, and then one long, unbroken scream. I felt her contractions around me, pulsing around my cock.