by Prax Venter
Mark blinked. So, this guy just gave them a quest that would take them across the land to cities where the shards were scattered. He smiled. It was perfect. Not only was his blind eye completely quiet now, they were also making some serious progress on locating many more shards. He looked at the red shafts of crystal lying in the display case sitting only a few yards away and wondered if the disturbing, headache-inducing throb of his eyes was truly tied to their proximity.
Then, Mark felt the floor drop out from underneath him as he realized what the truth was. With his quiet cursed eye and the continued proximity to the shards, he just knew he was sensing the many-limbed thief’s closeness- not the shards. And it had moved away the moment everyone learned of other nearby shard locations. This demonic octopus creature was really going to be a damn thorn in their side, but with this new revelation, perhaps he could track it down and get their stolen shards back.
“Okay. Deal,” Mark said. “But I have one more thing to ask you.”
The chieftain nodded again.
Mark held up his shitty club. “I would seriously like to learn how you summon magical weapons and armor. I know the path ahead of me is filled with monsters, and wielding magic like that interests me greatly.”
“Mark… you’re a Lover,” Jezebel said quietly behind him, but when he shot her an angry look, she winced and shut her mouth.
“It’s true,” the chieftain said, pointing a thick finger at Mark’s red heart ring. “You are not a warrior, and you are not Awysai.”
“I was told when I entered your world that my only limit was my own will. Are you telling me that it is impossible for me to learn?”
The chieftain nodded again, his eyes narrow.
“I must admit, in my lifetime or recorded history, no outsider has successfully communed with the Goddess, above and beyond. It is she who provides my people with this gift. I will make another deal, Collector Mark. Bring the Awysai a gift. If it is suitable, I will consider your request.”
“A gift?” Mark repeated. “Uh, what do your people need?”
The chieftain crossed his arms. “I do not give you a request, for that would not be a gift. Bring back what you feel has value.”
Mark nodded. It still wasn’t a “no”. Other than how pissed he felt at the condescending satyr behind him, he felt pretty good about how this was going.
“Deal.”
- 6 -
Mark and his Enthralled were led back through the topiary maze under the massive dome by Amina, the voluptuous salamander warrior. They passed the Goddess spirit now lying on her back as two females knelt on the stone slab both orally double-teaming the giant, ethereal Awysai.
He still had so many questions about what that was all about, and if he was going to successfully bring back some type of valuable gift, he’d need to learn more about their ways.
They were led back outside and down to the lake where Amina indicated a domed hut with a blue drawn curtain.
“I offer you this hut. This is yours until tomorrow. Then you will begin the quest set by the chieftain.”
Mark extended his hand out to the female warrior. She turned her blue eyes down and then clasped her thick fingers tightly on his forearm.
“Thank you, Amina,” he said, returning the gesture.
She nodded once, let go, and then turned to leave.
“Okay, ladies,” he said, turning to Jezebel and Sasha. “Let’s see what kind of lodgings we have for the night.”
The succubus was staring into his eyes with a clear message of lust, but the satyr seemed deflated. He would have to have a talk with her, soon. Mark pushed open the curtain and was surprised to see that the ground was polished wooden floorboards. Half of the round area was covered with various-sized pillows, and in the center was a smoldering fire inside a metal cage. The air in the dome was relatively warm compared to outside by the lake, and Mark breathed in the pleasant smell of woodsmoke.
“Cozy,” he said, holding a hand out and inviting the hoofed beast-women into their hut.
Sasha clomped right in, and Jezebel gave him a sad, hopeful smile as she followed after.
Mark stepped in and let the curtain drop behind him.
“I’m going to let Sasha go first,” the tan-skinned satyr said, getting right out ahead of the competition Mark wasn’t looking forward to settling. “She’s been waiting a long time to be with you again. Longer than me.” He watched Jezebel’s emerald eyes lock on Sasha’s bright blue ones and felt the succubus find more fondness for her AI teammate.
“I’m going to look around the Awysai village and give you two time to get reunited. I was built for research, maybe I’ll learn something about what kind of gift they’d like.”
Mark could tell she was offering an olive branch for her chiding outburst in front of the chieftain, and he appreciated the effort and her self-awareness. These AIs were acting so… human. This recent update and the state of the real world were subjects he put on a shelf to come back to later. Sasha’s vanilla scent wafted into his nose from her close proximity, and the essence filling him up demanded to be transferred.
“I’ll keep the fire burning for you, Jez,” he said softly.
She gave them both a short nod, turned her furry tail around, and then stepped out into the twilight beyond the hut.
Mark turned to face his AI assistant.
“So, you’ve had sex with me before?” he asked, his eyebrows raising.
Sasha just smiled, exposing one of her fangs and reached up to the circular metal ring that held on her top. With one practiced flick, she undid the clasp and tossed the whole garment over her shoulder onto the floor. The succubus’ heavy, round breasts were exposed to the warm firelight, and Mark’s good eye was drawn to her perky nipples.
She then tugged at one of the knots that held her short shorts on her wide hips. Her bottoms came off instantly, and she tossed them over her discarded top.
“I’ve never had you,” she said in the most alluring voice. He knew she meant this version of him- but it was the truth, and he couldn’t help but grin. The AI called Jezebel seemed to be hung up on what she expected him to become.
Sasha saw him for who he felt he was, his future still undecided and under his control.
Mark pulled his silk shirt over his head, tossed it to the ground, and then turned around. Knowing she’d appreciate the show, he bent over and flexed his glutes as he removed his boots and pants.
When he turned back around, fully nude and aching to feel Sasha’s bare, soft curves on his skin, he saw the succubus’ wings beating slowly. She was so worked up, she was fanning herself. Mark couldn’t believe his eyes. Her curves were absurdly arousing, and she was quite possibly the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
They both stepped forward at the same time. Her hip pressed against his stiffening penis, pinning it upward between their bodies as their lips eagerly found each other. Sasha ran her fingers through the short hairs on the back of Mark’s neck, and he wrapped his arms around her narrow waist as they kissed for the first time.
They both slid their hands along the other’s body, always in motion, as if they were trying touch everywhere at once, and Mark got lost in Sasha’s soft, warm flesh. Their sexual chemistry was magic on his skin, and her stiff, pink nipples smearing on his chest were maddening.
Mark had his good eye closed while they writhed on each other, standing up, but he seemed to still be partially seeing Sasha’s body- feeling her mood. More than anything she wanted him to desire her. She yearned for him to willingly take control. He had never been overly aggressive in bed before, usually afraid to unintentionally pass an unwanted line, but in this virtual universe, he was suddenly a powerful antenna for sexual desire.
Mark grabbed Sasha’s shoulders and pushed her body away from him. She sucked in a quick breath of surprise, her eyes uncrossing as she refocused on his face. With a devilish grin, he spun her around and pushed downward against the spot between her unfurled bat-wings.
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sp; With no hesitation, he slapped her taut ass with his hand, hard, and then held his open palm pressed against her goosebump-prickled flesh as her thick glute barely jiggled. He used the warmth of his hand to slowly caress away the sting and felt the succubus quiver in front of him. She looked back at him, her bright blue eyes dancing with desire.
Mark fulfilled her every wish as he pressed his pelvis against her ass. She responded by angling her crotch to the perfect height and bowing her legs slightly. He reached his hand down to the base of his shaft before rubbing his head all over her sopping wet folds.
The clinging warmth of her swollen labia slickened him up before he pulled back and slowly buried his cock deep into Sasha, savoring every centimeter, until their bodies could get no closer.
Mark spanked Sasha’s thick, firm ass once more and proceeded to bang the fuck out of her.
“Oh… Mark…” Sasha stammered in a deep husky voice between pumps, and he took it as a good sign. Her goat-like legs made it easy to take her from behind, and he was having difficulty processing the soft, wet pleasure currently clasped around his dick. He looked down at her thin tail as it wrapped around his waist and tried to force his mind to believe this was really happening.
Sasha’s pussy fluttered on his shaft, and Mark’s eyebrows came down. Was she going to cum already? He focused on that goal as he filled her again and again, his balls slapping her clitoris with every collision.
“Nghaa!” she blurted out, as her wings unfurled, and let out her held breath.
Then Sasha unexpectedly pitched forward.
His rigid dick slurped right out between her folds as she fell away from him and landed face-first on some of the pillows- sliding a little.
Mark tilted his head and said, “Sasha?”
She looked passed out. When she didn’t respond, he thought she was trying to be funny- but when he bent down, he saw that her eyes were open and glassy.
“Sasha!” he shouted, shaking her. She was still not responding, and it was as if he had just fucked her to death.
He stood up, considering his options. Jezebel would be back at some point and she-
“Mmpf…” the dazed succubus mumbled into a pillow.
“Sasha, are you okay?” he said, squatting back down.
She pushed up off the ground and looked up at him hunching over her.
“Fuck,” she said, blinking away some of her residual stun. “It’s still happening. I thought- it doesn’t matter.” She reached out and started tugging on his drooping cock like she was milking a cow. The succubus turned her sad blue eyes up into his before continuing.
“Mark, heads-up. I’m going to pass out with every orgasm. Just try and ignore it, okay?”
He was trying to think past her dick massage and focus on what she was talking about.
“Ignore it? Sasha, why?”
It was here Mark came to terms with the fact that this was not his Sasha. Just like he wasn’t Jezebel’s Mark. This was an AI- a mind, who had been through some serious shit. And a lot of it without him.
He grabbed her stroking hand, holding it still. “Sasha, I want to know everything there is to know about you. About who you’ve become.”
The blue-eyed succubus looked up into his eyes, and he saw true, deeply felt love glimmering there. Something he never expected to see from any AI.
Sasha pulled herself up and crawled toward him, forcing Mark on his back. She slowly ran her heavy hanging breasts over his body, her stiff nipples dragging against him.
“First, I’ll pull every last drop of essence out of your cock, then maybe we can talk about my past.”
Mark grazed his fingers along the sides of her toned, tight stomach as she reached between them to pull his throbbing shaft back into position. She was sopping wet, and his engorged head slipped back past her soft folds with ease. He was instantly inside her hot body once more.
Sasha pressed her nipples into his mouth as she ground her hips down on his, working his cock deep inside. Her writhing, firm body and her heavy soft breasts took all his mental capacity to process, and he still came up short.
Eventually, the platinum-blonde succubus touched her forehead to his, her bucking became erratic, and Mark could tell Sasha was fighting to hold back her second orgasm.
“Mark,” she panted, “stay inside me… pleeeease.” She moaned, and he felt her metal legs begin to spasm uncontrollably.
Then her arms gave out, and she went limp on top of him. Mark held on to her back and her ass, his rock-hard shaft still buried deep inside her.
Her neck was near his lips, and he kissed her gently as she recovered, careful not to poke his one good eye out on her horn.
She seemed absolutely still, but he could still see Sasha’s digital heartbeat, and if he looked deep with his new eye, he could see what appeared to be a tower of steel and lightning gradually spin faster and faster. The voluptuous, soft succubus stirred as she came around again, and he began grinding his dick against the walls of her hot vagina.
She moaned quietly as he lifted her hips up a bit to give him room to exert some thrust. The drowsy sex-demon started sucking on Mark’s neck as he pounded her hot pussy, and her content joy for his intimacy pulled him closer and closer to his own orgasm.
Mark grabbed onto her smooth, taut ass as he rammed her like a man possessed. Sasha put her full lips on his, her eyes closed in ecstasy. With a primal grunt, Mark felt his balls become an industrial-grade pump as he filled Sasha with a load of cum and a torrent of his collected essence.
“Ohmmm!” Sasha said into Mark’s lips.
He gave himself, body and soul, to this irresistible sex-demon. She locked up again, her body twitching as he lit her mind up with new erotic power.
And then she was limp on top of him again. He started laughing.
About 20 seconds later, he saw the part of her that became overloaded with pleasure reboot, and her mind spun back up again. It was as if she had a faulty transformer and was unable to handle the brief levels of intense pleasure.
“Welcome back,” he whispered in her ear, his arms wrapped around her.
“Mmm, Mark. That was so very nice.”
They enjoyed their naked intimacy for a good long while before Sasha moved to her side, and rested her head on her hand.
“Should I upgrade the Arc Blast, take some martial arts skills, or increase my base stats?”
Mark smiled. “Already focused on your combat build?”
The succubus flashed him one of her fangs. “You’re damn straight. I want to be your good little ass-kicker.”
“You mentioned you wanted to get some martial arts back there. I think you could kick a lot more ass between Arc Bolts if you went that route.”
Sasha wrinkled her nose, excitement in her eyes. “Yeah! Now, should I unlock Back Kick, Backflip, or Side Kick?”
Mark blinked. “Uh, I’ll leave that one up to you. Backflip sounds ridiculous though.” He pictured the succubus flipping around with her wings, hooves, and tail all spinning around in mid-air. Yeah, no.
“Side Kick, it is,” she said. Sasha pushed off the ground, and he watched her heavy breasts sway as she got back on her hooves. Mark realized the pull of essence still had a strong hold on him. When he checked, he found that there was about half left. He was just thinking how great it was that he didn’t need to ration his stored essence between the competitive beast-women when Sasha performed a nude Side Kick right in front of him. She turned sidewise, lifted and bent her chrome knee against her chest, and then thrust it out and upward, her bare pussy exposed to the flames.
The high attack sent a sharp wind swirling around the hut, and the fire danced, reflecting wildly off her metal legs. After holding perfectly still, the Techno Succubus Destructor pulled her leg back and planted her hoof back on the wooden floor.
“Yeah,” Mark said in awe of her, “we’re going to kick a lot of ass.”
“Can I come in?” Jezebel asked from outside their hut.
Sasha cast
her eyes down to Mark who sat up and looked for his pants.
“Please, come on in!” the succubus called out, clopping over and sitting on down on Mark’s clothes.
The satyr stepped inside the warm dome and looked from Mark to Sasha.
“Don’t mind me,” Sasha said, tucking her hooves to the side and settling in for a good show.
Mark stood up, making no effort to cover his dangling sausage, and Jezebel’s green eyes glowed in the firelight as she focused on his crotch. The lighting was dim, but he could see the satyr’s tan skin flush.
“Hi Jezebel,” Mark said, putting his hands on his hips. He’d never been very fit in real life, but the body that was created for him in this virtual world was much more chiseled, and he proudly displayed his exposed toned flesh for the demure, doe-like AI.
She was still practically a stranger to him, having only met her this morning. If he woke up in this mud hut tomorrow, he was going to try and make it a priority to get to know these gorgeous digital women better.
Mark stepped up to the cute satyr standing frozen by the curtain hanging in the doorway and took her hand. Jezebel instantly began to breathe deeply, anticipation running through her body. With Sasha, it had been surprisingly easy. He knew what she wanted, and their familiar connection moved their relationship smoothly into friends-with-benefits.
This strange AI had rubbed him the wrong way on a few occasions, but he could tell she meant well. Looking deep into her eyes now, he saw that she was still mourning the loss of the fun, one-on-one initial adventures she had built up in her mind. She wanted him under her wing, solely reliant on her knowledge and guidance, in all matters. Mark blinked the vivid visions away.
These feelings and things he saw inside Jezebel were so clear… it felt too powerful. He just knew this truth-seeing ability was coming from his fucked-up eye. Then it clicked. It really was a truth-seeing eye. Verbally, emotionally, sexually, and even enemy weaknesses were laid bare before him in combat allowing his attacks to strike true.
A new confidence surged through him, and he focused on the shy satyr, unsure of herself.