by Prax Venter
Sasha’s pussy began to drool all over his face as he lapped her from below, and after the intensity of his ability subsided, Sasha went to town on his shaft.
She pressed her nose down to his balls over and over with her tongue spread wide, trying to wrap it as she moved. Her aggressive gobbling caused her horns to brush his legs. It felt amazing. His succubus was doing what succubi did best.
Sasha’s knees slid out in the soft dirt, causing her sopping lips to press into his face and his nose into the pucker of her asshole. Mark dug his tongue deep inside the sex-demon sprawled on top of his body, engulfing his dick with ecstasy, and he couldn’t imagine anything he’d rather be doing right now.
The creature writhing with pleasure above him moved closer to her overload point, and he could practically see the build-up of erotic energy in her faulty circuit, but the impossible waves Sasha was inflicting on his throbbing dick demanded all his attention.
Mark gave in to her assault and began spurting semen and essence into her mouth. Sasha’s lips sealed tight, swallowing up every pump. With a monumental focus of will through his own orgasm, Mark turned his attention on the little bundle of nerves that all fed into her pleasure center and singled it out with a well-practiced and powerful Heal.
Sasha sucked the last of his cum right out of his dick as she locked up on him, spasming. With his lips and his ability focused on her clitoris, plus the burst of essence, the AI’s digital mind flooded with incalculable pleasure and switched right off.
Mark took a few deep breaths while she recovered.
“Is she okay?” he heard Loa ask, concern in her voice.
“Yes,” Jezebel answered quickly. “She’ll be back in a moment. It’s a condition she has.”
It wasn’t a lie. Sasha’s emotional core was slowly spinning back up to speed again, and her inner workings had never seemed clearer. There was one misaligned circuit inside her, and if he could only nudge it a little… Would he able to Heal this broken part with his magic?
Mark knew this insight was coming from his new magic eye, but the passing-out thing was part of her code- not anything to do with this game. Figuring out his new eye was already high on his list of shit to get on top of, and it seemed to be slowly growing in power the more he got used to it.
Sasha stirred on top of him as she emerged from her orgasm-induced blackout. Mark rubbed her hips gently as she came around.
“Mmm,” she mumbled, rolling off him. The voluptuous succubus left her bottoms where they lay in the dirt and moved to place her bare ass on one of the smooth stones nearby.
“Mark… Damn it,” she said with a hand to her head, “that was intense. Did you pour your whole Heal into my tiny fucking clit?”
“Yup,” he said, pulling his pants back up and casting a glance over at Loa. She was slowly munching on her hunk of bread, her eyes wide.
“Using your skill is honing its function,” Jezebel said, clasping her hands below her chin. He turned to face the satyr, firelight twinkling in her green eyes. On that deeper level, he could see she was now looking forward to the future with him, not this other Mark she’d met. He flashed her a smile.
He would have to tell them about his eye soon, but he didn’t feel like they’d be able to talk freely about the situation with an NPC sitting nearby- despite how insanely real she felt.
Loa finished eating while Sasha recovered enough to move back near Mark and snuggle in close. Her spade tail wrapped around his back and its flat, black tip ended up pressed against his chest, over his heart. The love Sasha broadcast continued to amaze him. She felt like nothing he had ever known from a real woman.
“So, Loa,” Jezebel said, breaking the silence and looking over at the attractive, dark-haired dancer. “Regarding your Skeema parental lineage, was your father the Tree? Either way, I’m fascinated to know how such a pairing managed sexual congress.”
Mark blinked. It took him a moment to realize what the satyr was asking about this mid-sized Skeema’s mixed parents. Loa seemed to be moving from one shock to the next today, judging by the way her mouth hung open again.
Sasha stifled a snort of laughter with her hand.
“Hey!” Mark said, pulling his brows down and looking over at his research-AI Enthralled. Jezebel gave him a genuinely confused look.
“You don’t need to answer that,” he said, turning back to the four-armed woman sharing their campfire.
She took a deep breath. “It’s okay. I don’t even know. I was left on a lumberjack’s doorstep as a baby.”
“I’m sorry,” Jezebel said. “I don’t really have parents either.”
“Me neither.” Sasha sat up and looked over at Jezebel. For the first time, Mark saw the bond between his two Enthralled grow tangibly stronger. They were starting to realize they truly had similar pasts… and similar futures.
Loa looked deep into the dancing flames of their campfire and then continued.
“While it’s true I never knew my parents, the Stone who raised me was kind. My first memories are of this forest and the steady thumping of his axe against the wood. He died when I was a teenager and… I’ve done fine on my own.”
Dark whispering from Mark’s eye told him that she believed the last part was a lie.
“Where did you learn to dance so well?” Sasha asked.
Loa’s gray eyes flicked up to look at the succubus over the flames.
“I was born with two class Paths, Tree’s normal Healer and Trancer.”
“Ooo, what does a Trancer do?” Mark asked sitting forward.
Loa pushed herself up from the cave floor, the flames lighting her sharp features from below.
Her lower set of hands smoothed down her loose silk skirt, and her toned legs emerged through two slits down the front. Her upper arms rose up, and she began to sway to a beat no one could hear.
“Try and look away…” Loa whispered, her almond eyes locked on Mark.
She moved slowly at first, her hips gyrating and her sensually tight core muscles standing out under her expert control. Then she began to slide her palms over her small chest, and her alluring, fluid movements became more and more intricate.
With every snap of her hips, Mark felt the power of her ability, and he wanted nothing more than to absorb the sight of this elegant and exotic beauty. Her gray eyes flashed as she ran one set of fingers through her long, black hair, pulling it up and letting the smooth, silky strands fall against her back. As she did this her other hands rubbed up and down the sides of her exposed hips, the tips slipping under her silk skirt. Mark held his breath, his heart racing. Was this profoundly beautiful woman going to undress for him?
He was now fully under her control, and Mark no longer thought about anything other than her exquisitely fit body weaving in the firelight.
Then, Loa clapped both sets of hands and stood motionless.
Mark blinked once and then looked down at the raging hardon pressed against his silk pants.
“Holy shit,” he said. “That was… mesmerizing.” He looked over to his two beast-women and felt the erotic heat pumping into the cave. Apparently, her ability worked on them too.
Sasha stood, her hungry blue eyes on the four-armed, Skeema dancer.
“Can I please dance with you? I almost picked a similar Class, maybe I can pick up some of your crazy sexy moves.”
Not one to pass up learning new things, Jezebel stood up as well.
“I’m more Nature-focused, but I’d like to try too!”
Loa looked at the two hoofed, horned beast-women and shrugged both sets of arms. “Sure, I suppose it couldn’t hurt.”
While a bare-bottomed Sasha and Jezebel clomped over to stand near Loa, Mark leaned back onto his elbows and prepared for the show of his life.
“Let’s start with the hips,” the dancer said. “Everything moves out from the hips.”
She held all four arms up over her head and began to rock, sway, and rotate her crotch all at once, her muscular stomach bunching and stretchin
g as she moved.
The platinum-blonde succubus put her hands up and tried to mimic the hypnotic movements.
Sasha was a natural.
Her spade tail began to snap behind her with each gyration, and a smile grew on Mark’s lips as he watched the voluptuous sex-demon effortlessly find a nice slow groove. Her creamy skin ended at her metal legs, making it look like she was wearing thigh-high stockings.
The tan-skinned satyr was having a harder time with her thick doe-like haunches. Jezebel’s jerky motions were far from smooth. She had this intense look on her face, though, as if bending all her concentration on snapping to only a few of the positions… while overlooking all the movement in between.
Loa cast her eyes down on Jezebel’s awkward spasms for a moment before the dancer turned and grabbed the satyr by her thighs with her bottom pair of arms. The top pair moved in and grabbed Jezebel’s waist, just over the belt she wore filled with Awysai sex drugs.
“No,” the Skeema said, her concentration locked on her student’s big green eyes. “Fluid. Roll more. Yes… passionate movements- like you are making love to the air.”
The satyr shot a glance over to Mark for a moment and then slowed down drastically.
“Mmm. Good,” Loa said.
Jezebel cracked a half smile as she found her stride with the Skeema’s attentive guidance.
Sasha’s own devilish smile exposed one of her fangs as she pulled the ring out of her top, freeing her heavy, round breasts. She then moved up to Loa and grabbed the dancer’s hips from behind. Loa’s sexual excitement had spiked as the nude succubus made contact.
Mark drank in the mind-melting sight of these three insanely attractive creatures bathed in firelight, and the possibility of an extremely entertaining evening began to take root in his mind. He cursed his Heal for its restrictive cooldown. Now would be a great time to hit all three of them, but his ability could only sexually tingle one at-
Mark’s mind stopped mid-thought, and he sat forward. Moments ago, he’d narrowed his focus to individually target Sasha’s tiny clit. Why wouldn’t spreading out his focus work the same way?
Mark held the three writhing beauties in his mind as he tried to bend reality to suit his will. Sasha started rubbing her breasts on Loa’s back, and the four-armed dancer leaned into the succubus, her eyes narrowing. The ambient erotic energy in the cave ramped upward as everyone gave in to the excitement of pleasure to come.
And that was when Mark triggered his first multi-target Heal.
All three beautiful creatures stood in a shower of tiny suns, and as one, they all let out moans of pleasure.
The dancing lesson faded immediately and turned into a tangle of lips, tits, and exploring hands.
Jezebel leaned in and slipped Loa out of her red silk top, running her pink tongue over the Skeema’s long, stiff nipples. Her breasts were very small but extremely perky with dark brown, almost black nipples. They matched her hair perfectly.
Sasha moved around the side and pressed her mouth into Loa’s, and they got lost in each other’s luscious lips.
Shortly after the two beast-women began to pleasure the four-armed street performer, she used her many hands to return the favor. Her coordination was impressive, but Mark figured she’d been born with four hands, and synchronized movements were second nature. Loa buried one hand between Sasha’s pussy lips and another under Jezebel’s pink shirt. Her other two hands wrapped around their heads, encouraging their individual erotic attention to her lips and nipples.
Mark couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This was only the second night he’d been in this world, and he was moments away from participating in a four-way with one four-armed woman, and two knockout beast-women.
He watched Sasha now as she passionately moaned into Loa’s mouth in response to the dancer’s deft finger massage. Sitting on the outside like this gave him a new and tranquil perspective on the rising erotic energy collecting in her mental patterns.
Then he saw it. That one part of Sasha’s core that blew every time she reached an orgasm. Mark nodded to himself. He was going to fix his girl.
“You’re all so insanely beautiful,” he said, standing up, “but I’d love it if everyone focused on Sasha for a moment. I want to try... something.”
All three locked their eyes on his briefly, before Loa and Jezebel forced Sasha onto her back near the fire. The succubus folded her leathery wings upward to accommodate the position while keeping her blue eyes on his, her one fang exposed in a slanted smile.
Then Loa was on her lips again, and Mark saw Jezebel sitting alongside the succubus, gazing down onto her blonde pubic hair as if she were on the edge of a high dive for the first time. She had never done this before.
Mark walked over and knelt between Sasha’s hooves, facing his green-eyed satyr. He leaned forward and put his hand on the satyr’s rosy cheek, right where her freckles faded out.
“Kiss me,” Mark said, and Jezebel pressed her wide, flat lips on his. While he made out with the strawberry-blonde satyr and tasted her sweet mouth, he pulled her down toward the writhing succubus’ crotch. He flicked his eyes sideways to see Loa using all her hands on Sasha’s breasts in an intricate dance of nipple caresses and gentle squeezing.
Jezebel had her hooves tucked to the side, near Sasha’s shoulder and leaned in to follow Mark’s kisses slowly downward. Eventually, he led her soft lips to the succubus’ sopping wet mound. He felt the satyr pull a deep breath a moment before her tongue touched her rival’s pussy.
Mark’s cheek pressed close to Jezebel’s as he helped her lap Sasha’s sweet vanilla-scented folds for a bit, their tongues meeting intermittently among her engorged labia. Then he pulled back and watched Jezebel move her face farther down into her teammate’s sweet crotch.
He looked up and saw Sasha’s blue eyes on his as Loa was now suckling on one of her pink nipples. Mark shot her a smile as he grabbed one of Jezebel’s horns and rubbed the satyr’s small, freckled nose deeper into the succubus’ soft lips.
Sasha groaned, taken by ecstasy, and Loa moved back to cover her mouth with hers.
Mark pulled the rest of his clothes off, and as he watched his Enthralled succubus writhe with pleasure, his Heal ticked over into the ready state. He cleared his mind and got to work.
This new sex-demon that sounded like Sasha had seriously helped him keep his sanity in this intense new world. Her unquestioning loyalty and unconditional love warmed his heart, and her stunning form stiffened his cock like nothing ever had before. He needed to fix what was broken inside her- both this fainting spell and the deeper scars below.
With calm and confident concentration, Mark focused on Sasha’s whirling core matrix and pinpointed his healing ability on that one malfunctioning circuit-breaker.
He felt the universe bend to suit his undeniable will, and she began to scream at the top of her lungs.
“Don’t stop!” Mark yelled, almost losing his focus when Loa and Jezebel reacted with concern.
The inside of Sasha’s mind was a whirling tower of steel with seemingly infinite nodes branching outward. Mark narrowed his eyes and blasted one tiny section with his desire for her to be whole, and with an almost audible click, the circuit was complete.
“Nnnn-Gah!” Sasha screamed into the night as she had a mind-melting orgasm.
“Keep on her!” he commanded, and both other women continued to stimulate the twitching sex-demon below him. Loa moved one of her hands down and plunged two fingers deep into the succubus while the strawberry-blonde satyr eagerly slurped on Sasha’s clitoris.
“Ah! I-I’m…again! Nnn-guhaa…” the blue-eyed succubus moaned deeply as she swiftly experienced a second orgasm and then started convulsing.
“S-stop…” Sasha eventually panted. “It’s too much! I’m awake!”
Jezebel gave Sasha’s pussy lips one big, sloppy kiss before she pulled back, her green eyes on Mark’s. She didn’t speak, but her wide-eyed look spoke volumes. She knew that shouldn’t have b
een possible, and they needed to talk, but she was thrilled to be along for this ride.
“Mark!” Sasha said, pushing Loa’s many talented hands off her. “How?”
“Later,” he said. “Right now, I’d like Loa to teach me the best way to move my hips with hers- that is, if she’ll allow me the honor.”
He looked down into the four-armed Skeema’s gray eyes, and she nodded, a smile growing on her dark lips.
Loa pushed off her red silk skirt before rolling up onto her hands and knees, and her tight skin glowed a marvelous golden bronze as it reflected the campfire. She waved her ass, her engorged pussy lips quivering with the movement, encouraging Mark onto the dancefloor.
“This is how you eat a pussy,” Sasha said as she pushed Jezebel’s legs apart before quickly burying her beautiful face into the satyr’s furry crotch.
“Oh- OH!” Jezebel gasped as she gently laid her hand on the back of Sasha’s head and gave in to what the succubus was doing to her most sensitive of areas.
Mark let his Enthralled take care of each other as he moved to fuck his first four-armed woman. The mid-sized Skeema moaned when he rubbed his hyper-swollen head between her protruding lips. His cock came away slick with her flowing juices, and Mark only teased her a bit longer before angling his tip toward her offered hole.
He sunk deep into the dancer, and her fit and muscled body gripped his shaft tightly. Apparently, but not surprisingly, Loa was also very flexible. Once Mark was inside her, she lifted all her hands off the cave floor and arched her back far enough for him to nuzzle under her long, black hair and suck on her neck.
He got lost in the Skeema’s snug pussy and her sweet and spicy scent while Sasha made Jezebel whimper with pleasure nearby. Every time his Heal ability was up, he used it on all of them at once, growing more skilled with every erotic blast.
It was a productive night.
- 11 -
Mark came around the next morning with soft, strawberry-scented kisses on his lips. He became instantly aware of Jezebel’s sleek doe leg pressed into his arm, and her wild hair tickling his cheek. He slowly reached up, curled his fingers around her horns and pulled her wide lips firmly against his mouth.