Succubus 4 (Gnome Place Like Home): A LitRPG Series

by A. J. Markam

  In fact, she looked over her shoulder at me every so often, as though to check that I was still enjoying myself. Whenever she did, I stroked inside her even harder with my cock and finger, so that I could watch her expression dissolve into enraptured bliss.

  “Oh Goddess… oh Goddess… oh Goddess,” she moaned as she click-click-clicked faster.

  I could feel myself starting to spiral out of control. “Alaria, I’m going to come – I’m going to come – ”

  “Come inside me – oh Goddess – oh GODDESS, I’m coming TOOOOOOO –”

  Suddenly I felt a buzzing, throbbing sensation all along my cock, like the Fleshlight had a built-in vibrator and somebody had switched it on.

  I wasn’t sure if it was for my benefit or hers, or just a natural part of her orgasm – but God DAMN it felt good.

  “AAAAAAH!” I screamed, overwhelmed with sensation as I came deep inside her.

  “OHHHHHH!” she shrieked as she writhed on my cock and her button went click-click-click-click beneath her fingers.

  The buzzing, vibrating sensation didn’t let up. In fact, right after I came, it ramped up even higher. Though it felt uncomfortable, like it was TOO much, I could tell it was pushing me further up again, higher and higher –

  “OH MY GOD, I’M COMING AGAIN!” I roared.

  “ME TOO, ME TOOOOOO!” she shrieked as we came together, her pussy vibrating around my cock.

  When my contractions finished, the vibrations still hadn’t stopped. It was too much – too much sensation – and I gasped with relief as I finally pulled out of her.

  “Oh Goddess,” she moaned, and collapsed onto the ground.

  I stroked her ass, loving the sensual feel of her metal curves. After a moment I gently pushed her over onto her side and then onto her back, and arranged my clothes so that I could lie next to her.

  With her breasts out of the way, I was able to reach her face and slowly caress her ears and face as I kissed her.

  “Oh Goddess,” she sighed, sounding spent and deeply satisfied. “Was it good for you?”

  “It was with you, baby. Of course it was good.”

  “But did you like how it felt?” she asked anxiously, drawing back her head to look into my eyes.

  “Yes,” I reassured her.

  “Was it… better?”

  “Different. Different and really nice.”

  “You’ve never come twice in a row before,” she teased, gliding her metal fingers along the length of my cock.

  “And I’m not sure I want to again for a while. That was pretty fucking intense.”

  “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I’ll just make you come once at a time, over and over and over.”

  “Sounds good to me,” I murmured as my cock grew hard again, and I settled between her open thighs for Round Two.

  34

  I woke the next morning stiff and sore, mostly from sleeping on rocky ground with only my clothes beneath me as padding. The one thing I wasn’t was cold. Alaria’s naked body had warmed me through the night, and a constant, low-grade heat radiated off the volcanic plains beneath us.

  I stood up, stretched, and looked down into the valley. Even with the naked eye, I could see a good bit more than the night before.

  The golems had obviously reached their destination, because they stood in a row down near the base of the volcano in a perfectly straight line. They were so far away that they looked like action figures again.

  Other details were visible in the morning light, too. I could see small, black pup tents that had blended in with the basalt the night before. There were also hundreds of multicolored specks on the ground near the golems, but at this distance I couldn’t make out what they were.

  I sent my All-Seeing Eye zooming down across the volcanic plains.

  A few seconds later I got quite the shock.

  Those multicolored specks I had seen?

  Hundreds of naked women.

  Yes, you heard that right.

  Lots and lots of naked chicks lying on woven mats.

  They were all different varieties of elves. Red fire elves. Blue frost elves. Green swamp elves. Yellow sand elves. Black cave elves. Caucasian forest elves. And another dozen different types I had never seen before.

  But they were all elves. I could tell by their pointed ears.

  And I could tell they were women by all the gorgeous, jiggling racks.

  Well, the naked ones were definitely women. There were also hundreds of figures in hooded black robes who knelt beside the elves with one hand between the prone women’s legs.

  The crouched figures appeared to be diddling the reclining women, because they all looked like they were having astounding orgasms. There were ‘O’ faces all over the place, along with a murmur of groans and moans punctuated by the occasional high-pitched wail or burst of hysterical laughter.

  The final thing I saw before the Eye winked out was a lone elf standing on a rock ledge above all the other women. She was a real amazon, over six feet tall and athletic. Toned arms, strong legs, visible abs – like a hot volleyball player at the peak of physical perfection.

  She had flowing blonde hair and light orange skin. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but perky and tight with dark orange areolas. There was a full bush of blonde hair between her powerful thighs. She also wore a black robe, but it hung wide open and exposed her taut, naked body for all to see.

  The amazon paced back and forth on her stone outcropping. She had an impassioned expression like she was preaching, or maybe giving some weird-ass motivational speech. An orange, naked Tonya Robbins, you might say. The Eye was still too far away to make out what she was saying, though I could differentiate a smoky voice calling out over the thrum of orgasmic moans.

  Then the spell ended.

  As my vision returned to normal, I stood there in absolute shock.

  “What the fuck was THAT?!” I said out loud.

  “What the fuck was what?” Alaria’s voice asked sleepily.

  I looked back to see her lying naked and gorgeous on the ground. Had I not been so discombobulated by what I’d just witnessed, I might have dived back in and continued our activities from the previous night.

  “I just saw something really weird…”

  She dropped her gaze below my waist and smirked. “Something exciting, too, looks like.”

  I realized I had a chubby. Not quite full mast, but getting there.

  “Yeah, okay, it was kind of hot,” I admitted, “but it was still fucking WEIRD.”

  She stood up and walked over to me. “Where?”

  “Out there near the volcano – but I used my spell, so I don’t think you can see it.”

  She tottered over and gave me a brief kiss on the cheek and a playful stroke of the cock. “We should take care of that soon.” Then she squinted out at the plains. “Where, exactly?”

  “See the golems?”

  “Yes.”

  “Down all around their feet. Can you see it?” I asked, thinking maybe she had some sort of telescopic, Bionic Woman vision.

  She shook her head. “No, I can only see the golems. So what was it?”

  “About 200 naked elf chicks lying on the ground with a bunch of guys in black robes stroking their clits.”

  “Oh,” Alaria said, like I’d said nothing more interesting than I saw a bird flying in the air.

  I turned to her in shock. “Did you hear what I just said?”

  “Yes, I heard,” she said and yawned. Which was pretty strange for a robot, since they don’t exactly run on oxygen.

  “And you don’t find that the slightest bit odd?!”

  “It’s a sex cult.” She shrugged. “There are tons of them out there.”

  I stared at her. “A sex cult?!”

  “Was there somebody standing up in front and giving a sermon while everybody else went at it?”

  “How’d you know that?!”

  “It’s a sex cult,” she said as she stumbled back over to her clothes. “They a
ll have a leader. The only odd thing is that they weren’t actually having sex. Normally if there are men, everyone’s fucking.”

  I thought about what I had seen and amended my report. “Well, actually, I couldn’t really tell if they were men or not – I just assumed they were. They were all wearing these robes that covered them from head to foot.”

  “Oh, those were probably just ceremonial robes,” Alaria explained as she pulled on her thong and reached down for her leather corset. “If they weren’t men, that explains all the finger fucking. It’s a Lesbian Sex Cult.”

  Oh my God.

  I had somehow stumbled into the greatest thing I had ever seen in this entire game.

  You know, other than having a beautiful succubus girlfriend who loved threesomes with hot women.

  Also, the Temple of Pleasure in the Northern Wastes had been pretty fantastic. Hundreds of horny female frost elves with no men around… so I guess they were a sort of de facto lesbian sex cult. Although they’d all slept with me, too, so I guess they were a bisexual sex cult.

  Okay, I’d stumbled into one of the greatest things I’d ever seen in the game.

  “What do they do in sex cults?” I asked.

  “Have a lot of sex,” she answered as she buttoned up the corset. With only one good hand, it took her longer than usual.

  “Yeah, I know, but why? Other than for the obvious reasons.”

  “Usually the leader is a sex mage, and they’re trying to – ”

  “Say what?”

  “A sex mage. Like a fire mage uses fire, and a frost mage controls ice, a sex mage harnesses the energy from sex – usually group sex – and then focuses it and channels it.”

  That sounded like the only gig I might potentially leave my QC job at Westek for.

  “Channels it to do what?”

  Alaria shrugged. “Who knows. Bring about an age of enlightenment, or make the world a better place, or some other airy-fairy bullshit.”

  “How do you know so much about them?”

  She gave me a look like I was a weirdo. “Everyone knows about them.”

  “No, they don’t,” I assured her, “or everybody would join one.”

  “You’re overestimating what people are willing to do for sex. There’s a huge percentage of the world that just wants to stick it in and out for a few minutes, then go to sleep.”

  “Yeah but – multiple partners! LOTS of multiple partners!”

  “Look, all I can tell you is I’m a sex demoness – ”

  She looked down at her metal body in distaste.

  “ – or WAS a sex demoness, and even I got bored after a while.”

  “You were in a SEX CULT?!”

  “One of my previous masters forced me into it.” A little smile crept across Alaria’s face. “She didn’t have to force me too hard, though. It was fun for the first month.”

  “HER?! You had a female master besides Tarka?!”

  “I’ve had a LOT of female masters besides Tarka.”

  My voice dropped to a whisper. “Was it a lesbian sex cult?”

  “Of course.” Her eyes dropped down below my waist. “Looks like somebody’s really into that idea.”

  She was right – I was pretty much sporting full-on wood by now.

  “You said it was fun for the first month. What happened after the first month?”

  “They’re not really doing it for the pleasure of the act, you know. There’s not much variety. They’re trying to harness energy, so it’s a lot of rote fucking. If you deviate from the script too much, they get angry at you.” She smirked. “And eventually they throw you out of the cult.”

  “They threw you out? Why?”

  “I got so bored with all the oral sex and fucking them with my tail that I started improvising. They didn’t like that so much.”

  I shook my head. Whatever horrors I might’ve encountered yesterday with Shyvock and the army of orcs, today the world was a beautiful place again.

  Except for one puzzling detail.

  “What would a sex cult want with a bunch of war golems?”

  “Who knows.” Alaria walked up to me, put her hand around my cock, and cooed, “All I know is, you look like you could use some help with that.”

  “I – uh – sure…”

  She got down on her knees, took me in her mouth, and ‘gave me some help.’

  It felt good, but it was really strange getting oral sex from a tongue and lips made of metal. I guess her mouth lubricated with the same coconut oil that made her wet between the legs, because it was slippery and sensual, but it was still very strange. Not like regular head at all.

  My mind started to wander back to what I had seen, and I began thinking of all those beautiful, naked bodies on their backs… their tits jiggling back and forth as they screamed in ecstasy and other women stroked them between their legs –

  Alaria stopped sucking and looked up at me. “You’re thinking about THEM, aren’t you?”

  I blushed. “Sorry.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “Silly – I was going to tell you to cast your spell again. Get a show along with your blowjob.”

  “…really?”

  She took me in her mouth and nodded again, smiling as she sucked.

  I swallowed hard, then cast the All-Seeing Eye and sent it zooming down to the plains.

  Oh my God… so many different women… so many breasts of different shapes and sizes, quivering as their bodies shook with orgasm…

  So many faces screaming in ecstasy…

  I hadn’t seen anything like this since the Temple of Pleasure in the Northern Wastes, and there it had all been frost elves. They’d had a pleasing variety of body types, but everyone looked more or less the same. Same color skin, same white hair.

  Here, there was so much variety… so many beautiful skin colors… so many gorgeous bodies, climaxing over and over and over –

  “OHHHH!” I yelled as I came in Alaria’s mouth.

  She withdrew her lips and smiled. If she’d swallowed, I had no idea where it had gone.

  “That got me revved up,” she purred, “so I’m going to need you to do a little something for ME.”

  A lot of tongue-lapping and button-clicking later, she was finally satisfied.

  35

  After Alaria and I dressed, I ticked some items off my ‘to do’ list before we got to the gigantic undertakings.

  First I dashed off a quick text to everyone who had helped out in the Battle of Mor-El. I thanked them profusely, told them that the orcs were all dead, that they had saved a neighboring kingdom, and that their efforts had not been in vain. I didn’t mention Orlo or the remaining war golems because I didn’t want to be seen as fishing for another favor. And I let them all know that I owed all of them big-time, and that if I could help with something similar, to not be afraid to ask.

  Next up was retrieving Stig. We found him passed out about 500 feet away with his two bottles of wine empty on the ground. We shook him awake, and he groggily (and grumpily) got up and followed us.

  The final item on the list was to make sure that if I died, I didn’t get sent all the way back to Mor-El where Shyvock had made me create a tombstone. Although that scenario would have some benefits if the Hunter showed up to kill me, I figured it was far more important to be able to resurrect nearby if things went awry. So we searched the mountainous rim of the volcanic crater until we found a hidden area disguised by rocks, and I set about making a new tombstone.

  When I hit the ‘Gravesite’ icon on my action bar, a window popped up:

  Establishing a gravesite here will eradicate the previous gravesite. Accept/Cancel

  I hit ‘Accept,’ and immediately my hands took on a life of their own as they moved through the air. Tendrils of black energy flowed out to the ground and formed a latticework. Within seconds there was a flash of light, and voila – a tombstone sat embedded in the rocky ground.

  I thought back to all my friends who’d come to my rescue and died. If I�
��d had this power a little earlier in the battle, we might have actually been able to kill Orlo.

  No, that was just crazy talk. Shyvock would’ve shown up anyway. Maybe he and Orlo would’ve even teamed up and killed everybody, the way Shyvock had killed –

  Dorp.

  Holy shit – in all the hubbub, I had totally forgotten about my former servant.

  I checked the submenu where I had hidden his icon, back when I was overwhelmed with guilt in Exardus. There he was, his colors slightly washed out to indicate he was dead but also summonable.

  I hesitated.

  Do I do this now, or wait?

  Waiting to free Blutus back in Exardus had been a major unethical move on my part. It had benefited me, not him.

  I could potentially put off my face-to-face with Dorp for days, weeks, even months… but it was quite possible there would never be an opportune time.

  There never was when you were wrestling with your conscience.

  I finally decided that it was his choice, not mine, and I needed to get it over with.

  “Stand back guys,” I cautioned Stig and Alaria. “This might get ugly.”

  “Why?” Alaria asked, puzzled.

  “Because I’m bringing Dorp back.”

  Alaria’s complaints began almost immediately, but I shut them down. “It’s not up for discussion. I need to do this. Okay?”

  She looked at me sullenly, then shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes like a petulant teenage girl.

  I hit the icon on the submenu and steeled myself for a confrontation.

  Dorp appeared in a puff of blue smoke, disoriented and freaked out. He clasped a hand to his throat, exactly where Shyvock had shot him, and let out a little shriek.

  Then he looked around, saw the barren mountains, and stumbled backwards in confusion.

  When he glimpsed Stig and Alaria, there was a flash of recognition on his face – although he seemed terribly confused by her robotic form.

  Then he turned and saw me, and his expression became a mask of hatred.

  “Dorp, Dorp – please,” I said, putting my hands up in the air, “I just need to tell you a few things, and then I’ll let you – ”