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

by A. J. Markam

  I hesitated. “…I’d still rather have Orlo do it.”

  “Why?!”

  “Because you’re not a gnome mechanical genius who can fix things if they go wrong.”

  “I’m also not a vicious little prick who’ll kill you if you take your eyes off me.”

  “Regardless, I want him to do it. But to capture him, I need to know his weakness.”

  “Fine. I’ll tell it to you – after you free me.”

  “No, tell me now.”

  “That information is the only thing I have to bargain with. I’m not giving it to you until I get what I want.”

  “If I free you before you tell me, there’s nothing to keep you from flying away,” I pointed out.

  “I won’t! I promise.”

  Haha – riiiiight.

  I’d already been burned by believing a certain bounty hunter’s promise.

  Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…

  “Swear by the Seven Hells that you’ll help me capture Orlo,” I said.

  “I might as well let you put a slave collar on me,” she snarled.

  “You’d only be swearing to help me capture him. Then you’d be free of the oath.”

  “Why can’t you just trust me?” she asked desperately.

  “Why can’t you trust me?”

  “Because if I do, then there’s nothing to keep you from leaving me in the lurch!”

  “Give me a break. I freed 8000 demons in Abaddon – I’m going to free you.”

  “You freed the slaves in Abaddon to help you kill Malfurik,” she snapped.

  “So?”

  “So you have a history of only freeing demons who can help you.”

  That’s when it hit me why she was playing hardball.

  I stopped walking.

  She turned around and looked at me in irritation. “What?”

  “You don’t know any of his weaknesses, do you?”

  A tiny burst of panic flashed across her face, and then she went back to being a snotty teenage brat. “Of course I do. I’ve been his succubus for decades, I know everyth– ”

  “That’s why you won’t agree to help me before I free you,” I interrupted. “Because you have nothing to trade. And you think I wouldn’t free you if you have nothing to give me.”

  She paused – then slumped slightly, defeated. “Do you know how many people I’ve seen try to kill Orlo over the years? And all of them have failed. All of them. You’re a fool if you think you can capture him alive. The only thing you can hope to do is kill him – and there’s no way in hell you can do that.”

  “So why not help us kill him?” I asked angrily.

  She seemed to make another calculation, then answered with all the earnestness she could muster, “I will – just free me first!”

  I shook my head. “You lied about knowing Orlo’s weakness, so I obviously can’t trust you. So here’s the deal: I’m not going to free you until you take an Oath of the Seven Hells to help me. Either do that, or fuck off.”

  She scowled at me in silent fury.

  A few seconds went by without her saying anything.

  I just knew she was about to take the oath –

  “Either free me right now, or I scream for help,” she seethed.

  My stomach dropped.

  Okay, maybe I hadn’t thought my plan all the way through.

  “Look, there’s no reason we can’t work together on this,” I said hastily. “I just need to know I can trust you. Take the Oath of the Seven Hells – ”

  “We’re no longer negotiating,” she snapped. “Free me by the count of five, or I scream and bring everyone running.”

  “I’m your ticket out of here. If I don’t free you, no one will. Just take the goddamn oath and – ”

  “Five,” she said.

  Shit.

  If I freed her, she could just fly off.

  “Four.”

  In fact, just to fuck with me, she could scream at everyone and THEN fly off.

  “Three.”

  Her whole refusal to take the Oath smacked of somebody who was going to betray me. And I’d already been screwed over by Shyvock. There was no fucking way I was going to be tooled again.

  “Two.”

  “You yell for help,” I snarled, “and I tell Orlo that you were negotiating to be freed. I’m your only ticket out of here. You screw me over, and you could stay enslaved to Orlo for another hundred years, or however long gnomes live. Is that how long you want to keep sticking your hand up his ass like a puppet?”

  Soraiya shook with rage, and twisted her dainty little hands into hooked, savage claws. “ONE. Free me or else.”

  “You’re bluffing,” I said smugly.

  Her eyes narrowed.

  She paused –

  And then she screamed.

  “HELP! INTRUDER!”

  Shit.

  I thought she was bluffing.

  My eyes bugged out in panic. I turned around and started to run as fast as I could –

  But then I heard the flap of leathery wings as Soraiya flew over my head and dropped down in front of me.

  Then she hit me with the full extent of her succubus powers.

  Alaria had done a little bit to me on the first day I had met her, back when I was bathing in a river. And I had to assume she probably added in a little bit of ooh la la when we were getting frisky, just to amp up my desire for her in a fun sort of way.

  But Alaria was only a Level 24 succubus. Soraiya was a Level 90 with the powers to match.

  As she stared into my eyes, it was like I was ten years old again with a crush on my fourth-grade teacher.

  Or falling in love with Princess Leia in the original trilogy. (Especially that gold bikini in Jedi. Woof.)

  Or the first time I felt a girl’s boobs under her bra when I was 17.

  Or having sex for the first time in college.

  A wave of euphoria washed over me, accompanied by a complete lack of critical brain function. I wanted to go around telling people about how ecstatically happy I was.

  Add to that the sensation that I was being kissed and licked and caressed over every square inch of my body – my junk included.

  I grinned like an idiot and started to drool.

  That’s when she punched me – a hard right cross.

  POW!

  I didn’t care. Even getting slammed in the face felt awesome.

  When the effect wore off, I was lying on my back, my jaw hurt like hell, I’d lost 5% of my hit points –

  And a dozen naked women were pointing spears right at my throat.

  Soraiya was standing in the midst of them, her arms crossed, giving me a smug little I told you so smile.

  BITCH.

  Suddenly a woman’s powerful voice yelled, “What is the meaning of this disruption?”

  The naked elves parted, and there stood Daidonia, her robe fully open and all her best bits out like she didn’t have a care in the world.

  Well, except about me. She looked pretty pissed about me.

  “What is this?! A MALE in our sacred encampment?!”

  “He was trying to infiltrate your holy order,” Soraiya said. “I stopped him.”

  An annoying, nasal voice cried out, “What’s going on? Let me through, you beastly trollops!”

  Orlo pushed his way through a thicket of bare female calves. As soon as he saw me, his eyes widened. “YOU!”

  “You know this heathen interloper?” Daidonia asked angrily.

  Orlo looked up at her with shifty eyes. He seemed to be calculating how exactly to spin the fact that he had continually let me live – and now here I was again, crashing his client’s naked Pussy Power party.

  “Yes,” he said craftily, “he is a rogue warlock who has been a thorn in my side for some time now.”

  “And you led him right to us!” Daidonia roared. “You were the only male allowed to see the majesty of what we have created here – ”

  Ha – ‘majesty’ my ass.


  Now, there were some majestic asses here, I had to give her that much…

  “ – and now you have brought more in your wake, like a plague of rats!” Daidonia snarled.

  “He’s one of those resurrecting warlocks. I thought we had finally disposed of him on the Plains of Mor-El,” Orlo lied. “Apparently I was mistaken.”

  “I captured him for you, Master,” Soraiya said proudly.

  “Bullshit,” I snapped. “She’s playing you, Orlo – she offered to help me kill you in exchange for removing her collar.”

  The entire company of elves gasped.

  “That was the plan!” Orlo laughed with frantic cheerfulness. “That was always the plan! Any time there’s an intruder, that’s exactly what I instruct her to do!”

  After the elves seemed somewhat reassured, Orlo shot a hateful glare at Soraiya, which she passed on to me.

  “But don’t worry,” Orlo continued, “I’ll kill him for you right now. Just let me find and destroy any graveyards he might have set up in the area. If he does resurrect again, he’ll do it a hundred miles away from here.”

  “No – wait,” Daidonia commanded. “He may be of use to us yet. Let me see what he has.”

  “I don’t think he has very much money,” Orlo smirked. “And his clothes and belongings are those of a common warlock.”

  “I do not speak of his possessions,” Daidonia said haughtily. “I am interested in his… endowment.”

  …whaaaaaa?

  “Strip him!” she commanded.

  A dozen naked elves suddenly fell on me and ripped off every piece of clothing I had on. My boots, pants, cloak, shirt, necklace – everything I was wearing.

  I have to confess – I might’ve hated these crazy bitches, but there’s something intensely erotic about a dozen naked women in a wild frenzy trying to get your clothes off as fast as they can.

  All that sweaty skin sliding across mine… soft breasts pressing against my face… taut stomachs brushing up against me… the roving hands… the grunts and cries that could have easily been mistaken for sexual passion –

  It was pretty fuckin’ hot.

  I fought back, but quickly got overpowered – which made it even hotter.

  Anyway, by the time they were finished, I was sporting some pretty stiff wood.

  The cherry on top? All the awed smiles the elves wore as they stepped back and gazed at my cock.

  And then the amazon had to go and ruin it.

  “Behold, the foul organ of the oppressor!” Daidonia yelled. “The staff of the patriarchal scourge! The idiot brain with which all males do their thinking!”

  “Hey!” I snapped. “I’m right here!”

  My speaking up must have annoyed Daidonia, because she placed the heel of her foot right on my balls and pressed down slightly.

  Total boner killer. Massive deflation in a matter of seconds.

  “AAAAAAH!” I yelled. It was moderately painful – after all, I’d turned my sensory levels back up to 100% last night with Alaria – but I was more terrified she might put all her weight on my ball sack.

  Panic overrode my common sense, and I started to cast Darkfire –

  Until a dozen spears pointed right at my throat.

  “Fool,” Daidonia scowled. “Resist and be crushed.”

  “Okay, okay, not resisting,” I squeaked. “Could you get your foot off my crotch, please?”

  Daidonia smiled imperiously. “Behold, sisters – see how the craven little man reacts when we threaten the only thing he loves! We shall see how he reacts when we devour his member.”

  My eyes bugged out.

  WHAT THE FUCK?!

  Even Orlo seemed taken aback by that. He looked up at Daidonia like What the hell did you just say?

  “Not devour him with the lips of our mouths,” the elf continued, “but with the sacred lips of our vulvas.”

  …oh.

  Phew.

  Then I actually parsed out what she was saying.

  Wait a second – does that mean what I THINK it means?

  “He shall watch, powerless, as each of you take him inside you and subsume him with your feminine power!” Daidonia cried out.

  Okay, I guess it DID mean what I thought it meant.

  I started to get a chubby again.

  There was a pleased gasp from all the naked elves around Daidonia.

  “Look, it’s getting bigger!”

  “It’s growing!”

  “Look at it swell!”

  “SISTERS!” Daidonia yelled. “Remember, it is the foul rod of the patriarchy, which we shall CONQUER with our PUSSIES!”

  All the elves grew serious again and chanted as one:

  “All hail the feminine void!”

  Okay, this was either going to be really hot… or really fuckin’ weird.

  Either way, it was definitely going to be freaky.

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  And thus began the fulfillment of one of the most bizarre fantasies I never knew I had.

  First they dragged me back in the camp, which wasn’t half bad – lots of naked female hotties manhandling you is never a bad thing. A few of them even copped a feel of my junk.

  Then they carried me up onto the rock ledge where Daidonia had been giving her Pussy Power sermons, and tied me spread-eagle on my back to a big wooden plank.

  From my time with the frost elves, I knew I wasn’t that into being tied up – but when there are breasts bouncing in your face as they do it, you can sign me up.

  Then they attached the wooden platform to some sort of movable base so that I could be rotated up or down.

  And then finally Daidonia stood over me and addressed her throng of naked female followers.

  “Watch, sisters, that you might learn.”

  She crawled up on top of the platform and straddled me, her pussy poised just inches above my rock-hard cock.

  I hoped that Alaria wasn’t watching this from afar and getting the wrong impression.

  Or that if she was watching it and planning to rescue me, that it might take her a little while.

  Daidonia didn’t even look at me once the entire time. She just stared out at her followers.

  “He is a male, so he is weak – and easily vanquished by the power of the pussy.”

  With that, she took my cock in her hand, angled it upwards, and slowly slid down on my shaft.

  “Unh,” she grunted in pleasure.

  I did a little bit more than grunt.

  “Oh FUCK,” I gasped as I watched my pink torpedo slowly disappear between her sunshine-colored lips.

  She was soft and warm and wet. Despite her being a little tight, I slid easily inside her.

  Alaria’s robot bits felt great, but it was pretty fucking awesome to be inside a real flesh-and-blood pussy again.

  Well… a digital flesh-and-blood pussy, anyway.

  There was a thirsty murmur from the crowd. When I looked over at them, I saw quite a few women touching themselves as they watched, slack-jawed.

  Daidonia begin to slowly ease herself up and down on me.

  I grunted and groaned in ecstasy. It wasn’t that she felt better than Alaria – she didn’t, not by a long shot – but when you haven’t eaten food in a couple of days, even a regular old Big Mac tastes like a meal fit for kings.

  Daidonia kept rocking her pelvis back and forth as she addressed her congregation.

  “The male member may be pleasurable, sisters, but it is weak. Unlike our own holy, most secret parts, the male organ is far more susceptible to climax – and after that, it is of no use to us for an extended period of time.”

  She began to bob up and down on my shaft, lifting her body and then crashing down with a wet fwop-fwop-fwop.

  “AAAAAAAAH,” I moaned loudly, my eyes bugging out. This was one of those positions you couldn’t do with a 500-pound metal statue sitting on top of you, no matter how hot she was.

  “If I continued this,” Daidonia lectured over the wet sounds of our uglies bumping, “I – unh – would
most probably – oh – cause the male member to climax.”

  She wasn’t kidding. I hadn’t felt anything like this for days. I was getting closer – closer –

  “But if I did that,” Daidonia said, her yellow cheeks flushing faintly pink, “he would – unh – be useless for the rest of you.”

  “OH GOD!” I cried out, almost about to come.

  “And so, no matter how pleasurable – UNH – this is – OH – I will stop.”

  And she did.

  About three seconds before I was about to splooge.

  “NOOOOO!” I yelled at the top of my voice. “OH COME ON! PLEASE?!”

  “You see, sisters?” she said contemptuously. “Weak. Even if he did not fall before my sacred vulva, he most surely would before our combined sexual might. But we shall ensure that he remains strong enough for our purposes.”

  The entire group yelled out, “All hail the feminine void!”

  Another woman appeared at my side – a pale green-colored elf, completely naked, with full, gorgeous breasts. In her hands she held a small wooden bowl, which she pressed against my lips.

  I knew better than to drink whatever a crazy cult member gave you. Kool-Aid? Nope, I’m good, thanks.

  I clamped my mouth shut and shook my head no. “Mm-mm.”

  The green elf looked over at Daidonia – who suddenly started riding me like a porn star.

  Within two seconds I was gushing like a garden hose.

  “AAAAAAAH!” I yelled involuntarily –

  And tasted pulpy, bitter liquid pouring into my mouth and down my throat.

  I immediately tried to cough it back up, but it’s a little hard when Debbie is Doing Dallas right on your dick.

  I guess it was a little much for Daidonia, too, because she started screaming and rubbing her clit furiously as she slammed up and down on my shaft.

  In the audience, I could hear hundreds of other orgasmic ladies wailing along with their leader.

  Eventually Daidonia came to a halt, panting and sweating even more profusely. Then, unconcerned as you please, she just popped right off of me and crawled down from the wooden platform.

  “What the hell did you just give me?!” I snarled.

  “An elixir from our ancestral grandmothers,” Daidonia informed me haughtily. “The only thing that makes your kind worth a damn. Behold, sisters!”

  She pointed at my crotch like Vanna White revealing a winning phrase on Wheel of Fortune.