by Eden Redd
Lyndra picked up her glass and took another sip, eyes taking on a faraway gaze. “I wish I could tell you, I really do. For now, you will have to place your trust in me. One day I hope to break my curse but until that day, I must play the game, as it were.”
“Lyndra, I would like to help. Is there way…”
The dungeon mistress cut him off, “For now, agree to our alliance. We can discuss things further when the worst is behind us.”
The mood in the room shifted into a dark gloom. Edric looked on the mistress, knowing full well that torment lay beneath the surface. Despite her power, she was trapped in a cage. She could make the cage bigger and change it to what she wanted, but it was still a prison she could not escape.
“We agree to the terms of the alliance,” Edric said with a heartfelt smile.
Lyndra’s gaze returned to normal and a small smile appeared, “Excellent Lord Temple.”
Edric watched as Lyndra moved her legs to the side and stood up. The summoner sipped his wine as the dungeon mistress undid the thin velvet rope around her waist. The robe parted and slipped off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Soft, sensual skin glowed in the firelight. Pale pink nipples pointed from heavy breasts. Smooth skin flowed along her body as her hairless valley glistened.
“Like all alliances, it must be sealed with a kiss,” Lyndra smiled.
Edric put the wine glass down on a nearby table and stood up. When he stood before Lyndra, his head leaned forward to press his lips to hers. Lyndra smiled as her hand moved up and touched his shoulder, stopping him from making contact.
“The alliance requires an intimate kiss. Undress my good lord so I may enjoy the view.”
Edric smiled as his hand reached up and pressed a palm to his chest. The green robe and satchel at his side faded from view. The summoner stood naked, his manhood half hard and getting harder by the moment. Lyndra eyed him like piece of meat, hand reaching up and gliding fingers over his firm chest and down his defined stomach. When they brushed his dangling manhood, it jumped to her touch.
“Show me how much you need our alliance,” Lyndra said with a sultry whisper.
Edric gazed at the sensual mistress as she took one step to the loveseat and sank down. The summoner took a step closer as her thighs parted. Kneeling, he placed himself between her legs. Lowering his mouth to the apex between her legs, he kept his gaze connected to hers until lips touched pink lips. Tongue sliding out, he gave her a gentle lick and a slight tremble ran along Lyndra’s body.
The dungeon mistress let out a gasp as Edric licked her again. A squirm ran along her body before she gently ran her fingers through his hair, took hold and forced his mouth on her womanhood. Edric tried to smile but lost the urge as her pink valley touched his mouth. Instinct took over, his tongue sliding deep into her pink folds. A mystical wetness touched his lips and tongue as he stayed between her creamy thighs. Lyndra held him in place with one hand while the other hand reached up and grabbed at her own breast. Fingers touching sensitive nipples, she gasped again. Bliss bloomed wet flowers as the summoner between her thighs took hold of her legs and held them in place, licking and lapping at her like a hungry beast.
Edric savored the wet scent as his tongue touched her raised clit. Pleasure surged like tidal waves against Lyndra’s spirit. Biting her lip, she rode the waves through her magical body. Hips moved, her clit swirling in the opposite direction of Edric’s tongue. The summoner buried his face between her legs, licking more and more.
A tense cloud filled the bed chamber, needs rising to the top. Edric had forgotten how much he needed a release. Being back in the game and caught in kingdom politics caused him to glance over his baser desires. Looking up as his tongue worked, he enjoyed Lyndra’s whimpers. Pushing away all the stress and heartache, he allowed himself to be in the moment, enjoying the company of another. They had no ties other than the alliance, their hearts free to enjoy each other’s company without regret or shame. The player didn’t realize how much he needed it and upped the tempo, the tip of his tongue diving along her aroused song.
Lyndra’s grip tightened in Edric’s hair. Body trembling, she could feel herself getting closer as the summoner worked his arcane magic through his tongue. Lips closed on her wet valley, sealing their connection as he tortured her. An empty pit grew in her stomach as bliss flared along frayed nerves.
“Edric…we have…an alliance…” Lyndra whispered before her world exploded in velvet bliss.
Thighs clamped on the sides of Edric’s head as a strained cry emerged from Lyndra’s throat. The dam broke and wetness flowed. Nerves fired like spells in the night and Edric continued his relentless attack on her clit. Body trembling, Lyndra let out another heated gasp before flopping back in the loveseat, eyes closed and licking her lips. Edric stayed where he was, lapping at the flow of bliss, his manhood hard as refined steel. Logic fell away and primal needs took root.
The summoner broke away and stood up. Lyndra’s eyes opened to see Edric’s heaving form over her. Hands took hold and the dungeon mistress gave a wicked laugh. Edric needed a release, his end of the alliance needing to be satisfied. Lyndra’s eyes shined as bright as her smile as she was turned onto her knees on the loveseat. A hand touched her back and pushed her forward, leaving her wet valley exposed and vulnerable. Lyndra barely glanced back, seeing the eager need in Edric’s eyes as one hand took hold of her waist and another around his rock-hard cock.
“Drive home our bond,” Lyndra laughed before her eyes widened.
Edric pressed the head of his throbbing member to her dripping slit. Wetness coated the end as he pushed against her, spreading her open to accommodate his size. The dungeon core cooed her desires as she helped him along, wiggling her ass to him as inches sank into her body. Edric let go of his cock, both hands on her waist. Lyndra held onto the top of the loveseat, pushing against Edric’s cock as he invaded her. When they met in the middle, Edric leaned over her, a hand grabbing her oversized breast. Lyndra pressed her back to his chest, moving barely an inch as his thick cock was snug in her tight valley.
The summoner’s hips began to move of their own accord, wet inches appearing and disappearing between them. The summoner’s hips bounced against Lyndra’s firm ass, sending ripples along her skin. The sounds and scents of sex filled the room as they worked out their needs. The tempo grew as Lyndra fought to keep herself securely on the loveseat. Edric drove his spear home in long strides, enjoying the intimate touch between them. A familiar urge grew as he punished her from behind.
Lyndra moaned her approval as the summoner grew rougher. Hands on her waist, he pulled her to him as he shoved himself deep. The rhythm between them grew to a fevered pitch and the summoner’s cock thickened.
“I’m…coming…” Lyndra said with urgency.
Edric kept on, moving with a frustrated growl. Lyndra squeezed with each thrust before an edge of white touched the sides of her vision. The summoner used her for his own desires and for a moment, she enjoyed letting him. As she moaned, eyes widened before they closed shut to a strangled scream. Biting her lip, her throat vibrated from internal explosions. Ambrosia and ecstasy crashed into her and she swam upwards to keep from drowning. Unable to break the surface, she fell forward onto the cushioned edge of the loveseat. Time and sense of self fell away as she was stuck in a loop of bliss.
Edric climbed onto the loveseat. Staying on his knees, he controlled the tempo as faint moans fell from Lyndra’s lips. Feeling her squeeze him even through the throes of passion was enough to cause his inner fire to burn with need. Cock thickening, Lyndra gasped. Spurts of molten come quickly filled her tight space. Edric grunted as a few more spurts powered through his member, followed by a few more. Movement slowed as the dungeon mistress milked his cock. When the sensations faded, the summoner pulled out and sat down, leaning into the loveseat.
Lyndra turned around to see the summoner, his wet cock wilting and the hunger in his eyes satisfied. Not letting the moment go, she nestled between his l
egs, her lips kissing his wet cock before her tongue licked the tip into her mouth. Edric let out a heated hiss as soreness took hold.
The dungeon mistress pulled the summoner’s cock from her mouth and gave him a serious gaze. “I will allow a moment to recover before we move to the bed. I believe we must continue our negotiations until both parties are…satisfied?”
Edric gave her a playful smile. “I concur.”
Lyndra took his cock back into her mouth, suckling with wanting needs. Edric let his head rest on the back of the loveseat, a freeing smile on his lips.
***
Edric sat at the edge of the bed, Lyndra lying next to him. The summoner turned his head to see her back facing him, the gentle rise of her breathing sending comforting warmth across his mind. The evening spent in the throes of passion helped the player to clear his mind but the moment he sat up, the weight of what was to come clamped on his thoughts. Time was running out and the anxiety of protecting a kingdom fueled the summoner to rise from the comfortable bed.
Lyndra didn’t move as Edric pressed a palm to his chest. A dark green robe appeared over his nude body, satchel resting at his hip. Adjusting the strap across his chest, he thought of Leeta and decided to go searching for her.
The summoner let himself out and pulled the ogre’s lock stone from his satchel. Holding it gave him a sense of where she was. Following the light trail glowing in his vision, he left the chamber and moved down an empty corridor. An exclamation mark appeared in his eyes as he witnessed a new alert.
Building an Alliance! +2 Int, +2 Cha, +5 HP, +3 Charm and +2 Snare!
Edric smiled to himself as he walked along the corridor until he reached a door. Not thinking, he took hold of the handle and opened it. Moans filled the room as the summoner took one step in, his eyes taking in the sight before him.
Leeta sat on the edge of large bed, Sekka kneeling and her head between the ogre’s thick thighs. Leeta looked up, eyes helpless as the succubus never slowed down. Heavy breasts bounced as a wicked tremble rolled through the ogre. The scent of sex spilled out, touching Edric’s senses as he watched Leeta unable to deny herself. The ogre moaned her delight as her body flopped back in the bed. Leeta heaved as if she had been working out for hours.
Sekka pulled away from the ogre’s womanhood and turned to Edric with a smile. Wetness coated her cheeks and chin as she licked her lips. Leeta weakly lifted her head, eyeing her master before flopping back down in exhaustion.
The naked succubus stood up and turned to the summoner. “I see you have concluded your business with Lady Spire. Is there anything I can do for you,” Sekka looked Edric up and down, “right now?”
The summoner looked over Sekka’s shoulder to Leeta as she lay.
“It was my idea to pass the time and she agreed,” Sekka said with a wet smile.
Leeta struggled to sit up, eyes filled with concern. “I missed you Edric, and Sekka saw my frustration.”
Edric smiled. “It’s okay. We can talk about it over drinks.”
Leeta’s golden eyes shined in delight.
A hand touched Edric’s shoulder and he turned his head to see a fully dressed Lyndra.
“Sekka,” the dungeon mistress began as she stepped past the summoner, “you will be joining Edric on his trip back to Elora.”
Sekka’s eyes widened a hair before they settled back to normal, “As you will, my mistress.”
Lyndra stood before her succubus and took the demon’s hands into her own. “The lord and ladies of Elora will need your assistance for a short time. Once the dangers we spoke of have passed, we will be reunited.”
The succubus bowed her head, “I understand, my mistress.”
Lyndra turned to the summoner with a warm smile, “There are but a few hours till dawn. I suggest all of us retire to my room for some wine.”
“As you will,” Edric said with a faint smile.
***
Long shadows covered the alleys. Rayna stood with Claudia at her side and a dozen city guards behind them. A vacant building stood across the small street, dark and foreboding. The Temple district was silent as a tomb as Rayna pulled two wands from her lute.
“I’ll go through the front door while you go through the back. We will meet in the basement,” Rayna said out the side of her mouth.
“The building could be full of necromancers. We should have brought Faye,” Claudia whispered.
Rayna shook her head slightly, “My spies have been watching the place. They reported only one robed figure entering the building a few hours ago. Plus, this place is on Edric’s map that he gave me. I think you and I can take them. The guards will stay outside and surround the building just in case.”
The bard turned and eyed the lancer with a smile, “Besides, I thought we should hang out more. Killing necromancers is a great bonding experience.”
Claudia shook her head, “This is not how I expected tonight would go but fine, let’s clear them out.”
The bard nodded to the guards before turning and running out of the alley. Claudia followed, splintering off and going around the side of the building. Rayna ran up to the rotting door and pushed with her shoulder. The door opened easily as she made her way in, a wand in each hand.
Dust flew up from each step as the bard made her way to the stairs and began her descent. Wands up and lute strapped to her back, the player made her way down until she reached the bottom of the dank stairs. A musty mold smell touched her nose as she moved silently through the darkness. Eyes adjusted to the dark and a faint glow lined a doorway about twenty feet away. Rayna made her way then threw her back to the wall next to the door. Reaching out, she turned the doorknob until it clicked open.
The bard took in a deep inhale, ready to go in wands blazing. Pulling the door open, she rushed in, pointing both wands. A warm light from a floating orb filled the large basement room. Rayna looked on as a hooded figure sat in the middle of the room. Pointing her wands, she stepped closer before the figure lifted a dark hand, causing the bard to stop in her tracks.
“Welcome Lady Discord,” The hooded figure said with a peaceful tone.
Rayna remained silent, glancing around and wondering what was taking Claudia so long.
“Your fellow ruler should be here shortly but I wanted to speak to you in private.”
Rayna’s eyes narrowed, “There isn’t much to discuss. Necromancers are not welcome in Elora.”
The figure lifted their head a little, the light illuminating a dark-skinned chin and white grin.
“Normally I would agree but we are in strange times.”
Rayna kept her wands steady, “Funny you should say that. I checked with a few sources. The dragon skull symbol appearing throughout the city belongs to Nyras. It is strange that an undead dragon would want to set up shop here.”
The hooded figure nodded. “That is why we are having this conversation. Your fellow rulers will not understand what it means for my lord’s decision to bless this city with his power. You on the other hand, have a long history of understanding what is truly happening in these times.”
“I understand that the dead have appeared in my city and they are not wanted.”
The robed figure nodded again. “The new disciples of Nyras were testing their limits. For that, I must apologize on their behalf. Time grows short so I must be brief. If you want to survive what is to come, know that my lord has decided to help the kingdom of Elora and I, as his priestess, shall do everything within my power to protect the kingdom.”
Rayna kept her eyes on the robed figure, “I don’t understand. What do you and an undead dragon get out of protecting us?”
The figure lifted her hands and pulled back the hood. Rayna stared down at a dark elf with long white hair tied back and blood red eyes. The dark elf kept her gaze to the bard, oval eyes filled with calm serenity.
“There are many pieces on the board and Nyras has a part to play in the war. Tell no one of this meeting. When the dust settles, my lord will come and speak
to you personally.”
Rayna raised an eyebrow. “I’m not helping you or your dead dragon.”
The dark elf gave a kind smile. “We knew you would come. We knew you would be most open among your rulers. If it wasn’t so, you would have shot me the moment you saw me. Nyras’ power has grown and so has his knowledge. Even now, he whispers to me secrets and truths.”
The bard smirked, “It did occur to me to see what you may have to offer but after this little conversation, I was wrong.”
The dark elf’s smile broadened. “No, you weren’t. Speak of this to no one and my lord and I shall keep your secrets.”
“There is no secret that you could say…”
“Do you want your fellow lord and ladies knowing your life outside of Lukken?”
Rayna became silent, eyes regarding the sitting dark elf.
“My lord only wishes for a peaceful end to the war. As his priestess, I will aid your kingdom when the time comes. When it is over, all will know my lord’s kindness and your secrets will be safe. Cross him or I, and those secrets come to life.”
The sound of a door crashing open echoed down to the basement. Rayna kept her gaze on the dark elf, lips sealed. The dark elf nodded before her body melted into a mist and seeped into the very ground. The orb of light faded from view and darkness filled the dank basement.
Another door crashed open as Claudia marched in, torch in hand. Firelight flickered, showing Rayna standing in the basement, wands at her side and a sour expression in her brow.
“There were several locked doors. I tried to be quiet until I reached the last one. What happened,” asked Claudia.
Rayna looked to the lancer, her expression returning to normal, “I was searching but it was too dark. I didn’t find anything. It looks like this place is a dead end.”
Claudia nodded, “I guess we can try the other places. Are you okay?”
Rayna nodded and gave her fellow ruler an evil smile, “Right as rain.”
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