by Jack Porter
And only a few days ago, I had fought and killed a fire-breathing wyrm. The memory still overwhelmed me, and I remembered how it felt to slay the monster and to feel its blood course through my veins. To heal me and make me strong. It had felt great, like a drug, and I had to admit that I craved more.
8
I didn’t realize how much time had passed with my musing until I realized Ilana was kneeling beside me, looking down on me. She was framed by the distant waterfall, which had almost disappeared with the darkening sky.
“The water here at Belledur has already been sanctified,” Ilana explained, referring to the magic required to keep the water from turning to blood when you drank it. “It’s the only place within a thousand leagues where we don’t have to perform the magic every time we draw from the pool at the base.”
“Why is that?” I asked, concentrating on her beautiful face.
“The story goes that one of the old gods, Cadur, saw evil in a dream. He wanted to make sure that there was always a place in Hell for travelers to find safe water. So he blessed the waterfall and the glade we are in. Sometimes it is called Cadur’s Haven.”
“He knew that the water would eventually turn to blood?” I asked, fascinated.
“He must have known something along those lines, because the Wraith King killed him for it not long after, on his rise to power.”
I propped myself up on my elbows. “The Wraith King killed a god? He has that much power?”
And here I’d been toying with challenging the Wraith King. Had challenged him, in a way. And Nya thought I was part of a Prophecy that would vanquish him…
But if he had killed a god, what could I do?
Ilana smiled grimly. “The Wraith King is the greatest evil Hell has ever known. He killed many of the old gods and goddesses on his way to power. He sought control of everything. If it weren’t for a few holdouts, he would have put everyone under his dominion.”
“What stops him?”
“Mainly, the magic that the gods and goddesses left behind. The elves have most of it, as well as having natural magic of their own. So do the humans, but to a lesser extent.”
She put a water skin to her lips and took a long drink of water, as if all this was just a bedtime story. I gazed, transfixed, as the water dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. The drops traveled further down her neck and over her perfect breasts to disappear into her corset, which she always wore no matter what other clothing she had donned. For our travels, she was also wearing black leather riding pants and boots, and usually that cloak.
I licked my lips.
“Thirsty?” she asked wickedly.
I grinned back. “Ever so much.”
My new power was coursing through me again. I hadn’t noticed it since finding Sarina, but now it flared up, insistent, like raw energy flowing through my veins. A bit like fire, which was probably a remnant of the wyrm’s blood that had mixed with mine. And it felt good.
No, it felt fucking great.
If this was what the wyrm’s blood did to me, I wanted more. Or at least to figure out how to channel it and grow it.
For now, though, I would have to settle for the intense desire going straight from my eyes to my groin as Ilana removed her corset, pants, and boots. Her breasts broke free from their constraints, her dark nipples already peaked. Not caring that there were elves only feet from us, even if they were hidden behind trees, I began removing my clothes, too. When my hand went to untie my pants, though, Ilana smiled and stood.
Her hourglass-shaped body was soft and strong all at once. I knew all too well how strong she really was, but to look at her, you’d think she was a pinup model instead of the warrior I had seen her transform into during battle. Her breasts hung heavy and round, just bigger than my hands, and her flat stomach led down to a shaved apex, which I could see well from my angle on the ground. Especially since she had her legs partially spread—her slit was in full view.
Then, she turned away.
“Where are you going?” I asked, appreciating the view of her backside, as well, with those delicate wings and sinful-looking tail.
“You are impatient tonight,” she said seductively, holding her hand out to me. “Remove all your clothes, human-Jon.”
I almost forgot to take off my boots first and fought with pants and boots for a moment before standing in front of the succubus naked. My penis stood at attention as if seeking her warmth on its own.
Reaching for her, I was disappointed when she moved away. “Not here,” she whispered. “The pool.”
She grabbed my hand and led me to the waterfall where the noise grew deafening. The torrent spilled from high above over into a deep pool framed by giant boulders that were black against the last remaining red light. Near the edge, the water was calm with only a few ripples to distort our darkened reflections.
We waded in.
The water was pleasantly warm and soothed my tired muscles, but my thoughts were focused on Ilana’s ass, which was beautifully round and supple, and her skin, which was the color of light honey. Her wings brushed the water, creating little eddies around us. I was surprised I could still see well enough to notice these little details, but then I dismissed those thoughts for better ones.
“Let me touch you,” I said when the water reached my chest. We’d had sex many times by now, but each time I was surprised at the need with which my body responded to Ilana.
And that scent. It drove me wild.
Ilana smiled coyly. “Wait,” she said. “Touch her instead.” She nodded behind me, and I turned.
Above us, Nya stood at the edge of the pool atop a boulder, now dressed in nothing but her undershirt. I’d seen her muscular legs before, even touched them, but that pearly, iridescent skin made me gasp. Her hair whipped about her face in the light breeze, which caught the edge of her tunic, blowing the fabric upward and revealing her nakedness beneath.
“I heard it was your birthday,” the elf called.
9
I gulped like a teenager, barely able to nod. Finally, I decided that nothing would happen with either of these creatures if I fainted, so I found my voice and said, “I thought you didn’t celebrate birthdays in Hell.”
Nya half-smiled, half-smirked. “I thought I’d see what all the fuss was about.”
Then she dove into the deep end of the pool, barely creating a splash when she touched the water. She didn’t surface right away, either, and I had just begun to wonder how long elves could hold their breath when I felt something brush against my stiff cock.
I jumped, and Nya burst out of the water behind me, laughing quietly. Ilana laughed, too, but I liked the sound of it.
The water had soaked Nya’s shirt, clinging to her large breasts and erect nipples.
“You win the wet t-shirt contest,” I said.
Nya quirked an eyebrow. “What is a t-shirt?”
“Never mind,” I said, shaking my head. “But you don’t seem like the elf ruler I remember meeting on the road so many days ago.”
Nya moved closer, her hands going to my shoulders as she leaned in to put her lips to my ear. “I am the same, but you are different. And we have gone through much together.”
I pulled away to look her in the eye, ready to argue. And then I wondered if what she had said was true. At any rate, it didn’t matter right now. I had a naked elf and a naked succubus in the water with me, in a hidden glade in the mountains that had been blessed by a god, and I wasn’t about to squander it by overthinking anything.
Pulling Nya toward me, I crushed her to my body in a wet kiss. The feeling of the wet fabric between us only turned me on more, and I eagerly reached for the hem of her shirt.
As Nya’s tongue found mine, she lifted herself and wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock brushed up against her pussy, prompting me to grab her ass with both hands and squeeze. “I hope you’re not teasing me,” I said between kisses.
“Why would I do that?” Nya asked, breathless.
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sp; “Sometimes women… never mind.” And then we locked lips again.
I felt Ilana’s hands on me then, sliding down my sides, feeling my ass, my thighs, my balls. I shuddered, hoping this wasn’t a dream. Or if it was, that I wouldn’t wake. So many times over the last couple of weeks, I had wished to wake from the nightmare I thought I was living in Hell. Tonight, it was the last thing I wanted.
Ilana moved around to cup Nya’s breasts, breaking the contact between my chest and the elf’s nipples. “Take it off,” the succubus said, and it sounded like she was pleading rather than directing.
Nya let go of my shoulders so that Ilana could pull the shirt off.
And I finally got to see Nya’s perfect, large breasts, the ones I had been fantasizing about since practically the minute I met her. They were as iridescent as the rest of her, her nipples pink and swollen. I leaned down to take one in my mouth. Nya arched back, her entrance pressing against my cock. But I was determined to make every second of this night count. As much as I needed to slide myself inside the elf, I also needed to make sure she had the best fuck of her life.
She had mentioned that she’d never been with a man—male—at all, and I wanted to make sure her first experience was unforgettable.
Apparently, Ilana had the same thought. “What do you want?” she whispered into Nya’s ear. The succubus caressed Nya’s body, her expert hands running down between us to stroke the elf, who responded with a groan.
Nya opened her bright blue eyes, staring deeply into mine. “You,” she said hoarsely. “Both of you. Now.”
10
“Happy to oblige, Your Grace,” I murmured. I tried to take us out of the water, but Nya shook her head and closed her eyes. Her powerful legs wrapped harder around my waist, and I almost entered her right there. Well, if that’s what she wanted…
Holding her with one arm, I positioned my cock at the tip of her entrance, which even in the water felt slick with her juices. Those juices that I remembered tasting so good. Easing inside her, I watched as her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Oh fuck, she was tight, and I panted as I pushed in all the way. Ilana didn’t just observe, either, but grasped both of Nya’s nipples and began pinching and squeezing them as she held the elf against my body.
After taking a half-second to adjust, Nya began rocking against me, so I secured my stance in the water and began thrusting. She moaned and leaned back to kiss Ilana, who ran her tongue over Nya’s lips before thrusting it inside the elf’s eager mouth.
The water was cooling some of the heat running through my veins, but it only helped me slow down. Nya whimpered and opened her eyes. “Faster, harder,” she panted between kisses with Ilana.
With my cock still buried inside the elf, I carried her to the edge of the pool. There, I laid her down on a flat rock protruding into the water. Ilana followed, and while I pulled Nya’s feet up toward my head to get a different angle, Ilana straddled Nya’s face, facing away from me.
All I saw was Nya’s tongue dart out and begin to pleasure the succubus. Then, Ilana’s tail—that silky, too-sexy-not-to-be-sinful tail—crept along Nya’s smooth abdomen, the tip searching lower until it found her sensitive bud while I drove into her. Nya groaned anew.
That almost did me in. This was only my second threesome, and the other one had been frantic, desperate, and in the dark. I could still see here, however, and I didn’t want to miss a thing.
With the sight of the girls pleasuring each other driving me wild, I drove into Nya, who was moaning. And she must have been good at what she was doing, because Ilana rocked back and forth on Nya’s face. Nya’s hips squirmed as I hit her just so, her thighs shuddering. Ilana’s tail still flicked Nya’s bud, and the elf began to pant heavily.
So I pulled out of her. The elf almost whined at the loss of contact, and I was glad to be teasing her once again. Only this time, I was teasing myself just as badly.
“Turn around,” I commanded.
“Who?” Ilana asked, panting as well.
“Both of you,” I said. “I want to see you.”
Ilana got up, and I grabbed Nya’s hips, turning her over in one motion so that she was on all fours. “Lay down, Ilana, facing me,” I said. And then I re-entered Nya from behind, rocking her hips back into me. Ilana complied, lying down so that her pussy was near Nya’s face.
Nya resumed pleasuring Ilana, I resumed my thrusting, and soon we were all crying out in wild abandon. Ilana came first, her hips, legs, and wings shuddering with the force of her orgasm, her mouth open in absolute pleasure. I was close, so close, and Nya seemed to be, as well. Ilana recovered quickly and scooted back down into the water where she reached around to stimulate Nya while I pumped the elf, watching my cock slide in and out and her ass pound against my hips.
Feeling bold, I sucked my thumb and then moved it down to the elf’s anus. I remembered her liking to be touched there when I ate her out, and sure enough, the second my thumb circled her, she rocked hard into me, screaming with her orgasm.
And then I let myself go, my body tensing like a bowstring. Two more thrusts, and I came so hard I nearly lost my footing.
Panting, we all climbed onto the rock in a tangle of limbs and wings and one tail. I picked it up and slapped it across Nya’s ass. She opened her eyes wide and then grinned. “Someday,” I said, “I want to see more of what Ilana can do with this.”
Ilana’s tail flicked out of my hand, but she smiled devilishly. “Oh, I have lots of tricks with that one. Shall we use them tonight or save them for later?”
“Later,” Nya said.
“Tonight,” I said at the same time.
The elf smiled and turned over in my arms to kiss me on the lips. Then she turned and kissed Ilana. “I can’t,” Nya said finally. “I need to make sure the scouts don’t have anything to report.”
“But it’s my birthday,” I said with what I hoped was a winning smile.
“Yes,” Nya said. “I quite like birthdays, after all.” She smirked and then stood. “By all means, continue with anything else tonight. You have a few hours before I question the woman. I will join in again another time.”
“So you liked it?” I asked, trying to push thoughts of Sarina aside, preferring to enjoy the nice afterglow of sex before reality took hold.
Nya smiled outright. “I like you, human. Syn was right. You know what to do with your cock.”
My dick twitched at the compliment. Nya laughed and jumped back into the water to retrieve her shirt. Ilana slid over to me. “You heard Her Grace, Jon, we should continue. It’s your birthday, after all.”
I rolled the succubus on top of me. “Gladly,” I said.
11
An hour later, Ilana and I stumbled back to my campsite as if we were drunk, but it had nothing to do with the darkness that had fallen. I’d never had so much stamina during sex, even in Hell, and we’d both come four more times after Nya left. It was as if the new fire in my veins demanded it. Finally, Ilana seemed weary, and, finally feeling sated, I had helped her to stand. We’d somehow ended up behind the waterfall, where the roaring water would forever be seared in my memory of this birthday.
With our arms around each other and our stifled laughter, I wasn’t sure who was supporting whom or if we would wake the camp, but we finally sank down next to my gear, where sleep came swiftly.
I was awakened by movement over me in the dark—Nya.
“We don’t have long,” she whispered. “And the Hellhound is awake.”
I suppressed a groan and sat up, realizing I hadn’t even managed to tie my pants back on correctly. Untangling myself from Ilana, I began hunting for my shirt. It had been reckless to fall asleep in the forest without clothes. What had I been thinking? Except for the absence of a hangover and my perfect memory regarding the events at the falls, I very well could have been drinking, considering my lowered inhibitions.
“Jon, hurry,” Nya urged.
“Trying,” I mumbled. I grabbed my sword and buckled it to my belt along wi
th my whip. Ilana was awake now, too, and she quietly dressed for the day, although with far more grace than I had managed.
We made our way through camp, where a few elves were stirring but more were resting. There was no telling when or where we would get to camp next, and most were taking advantage of it. Of course, they needed less sleep than I did, but I was feeling surprisingly refreshed despite my short night.
I also noticed that I could see better. Either it was closer to dawn than I had realized, or somehow my eyes were better. When we approached Sarina, I saw her form under the trees despite the lack of firelight. She wore a plain white tunic now that covered most of her thighs, and her splinted leg stayed propped up in front of her.
Despite her injuries, the elven magic must have been working because Sarina’s face looked better. With the blood being washed off and the color back in her cheeks, she looked almost as good as she had the night I had met her. Her red hair had dried and now framed her face beautifully, cascading in waves around her shoulders. If not for the haunted look in her eyes and the splint, I would have thought nothing bad had happened to her.
But that was not the case.
Sarina nodded to us, and we sat facing her. Nya waved away the guard, and I thought this was a good sign of trust.
“Thank you, Your Grace,” Sarina began, “for helping me.”
Nya frowned. “Do you understand why we had to shoot you?”