Succubus: A LitRPG Series

by A. J. Markam

  “Ohhhhh,” she breathed into my ear, like I had just touched her pleasure button instead of her touching mine.

  “Oh my God,” I gasped.

  This was by far the most erotic experience of my entire life.

  She slowly moved up and down, so gently, so soft.

  She brought me right up to the edge of orgasm, then stopped all movement – just keeping me there, hovering on the edge.

  I wasn’t sure whether I had already died and gone to heaven – although there was also a particular kind of hell involved, being suspended right on the edge of ecstasy and not being able to go any farther.

  Plus I felt like I was going to split through my pants any second like Bruce Banner turning into the Hulk.

  “Do you want to come?” she whispered in my ear, so quiet, so soft.

  I gripped her leather boots with my hands, holding on to her like I was in a flood and she was the last thing that could save me.

  “Do you want to come?” she whispered again, insistently, her fingers softly tracing their way up and down my shaft, millimeter by millimeter.

  I was just about to answer when a familiar voice spoke out from several feet somewhere above us.

  “Uh, boss? I’m in here with you,” Stig said uncomfortably.

  My eyes bugged out.

  “What the hell are you doing here?!” I hissed, mortified beyond description.

  Alaria just stifled a giggle right in my ear.

  “I got in here before you guys did,” the imp croaked reproachfully.

  “But you didn’t think it was a good idea to say anything until now?!”

  “We were trying to hide, right?” the imp said. “You don’t talk when you’re hiding.”

  “So why did you speak up now?!”

  “Because it went from awkward to super awkward, boss.”

  “We can stop,” Alaria said, both playful and cruel, as she began to withdraw her fingers.

  No no no no NO –

  If you have ever been right on the cusp of coming... especially in the most erotic moment of your life… with by far the hottest girl you have ever laid eyes on, much less been with… then you will know exactly how much agony I was in at that second.

  “No!” I hissed, then grabbed her arm, not letting her pull her hand out of my pants.

  “We should stop,” she said, and I could hear her smiling with vicious pleasure as she was about to leave me dangling there on the edge of the abyss.

  “No, please,” I moaned. “Please – just a few seconds more – ”

  “Still here, boss,” Stig said from up above.

  “You want an audience?” Alaria giggled in my year. “Kinky.”

  What I said next was pretty damn stupid, especially knowing how literally Stig took everything I said. But I had very little blood left in my head.

  The one with my brain in it, I mean.

  The other head, well – it was probably swollen to three times normal size.

  “Stig,” I whispered harshly, “get out of here! Just leave – NOW!”

  “Okay, boss,” he agreed, and thudded against the door of the wardrobe, knocking it wide open.

  A few yards away stood ten soldiers.

  I almost crapped my pants in fear.

  NOOOOO! I screamed inwardly.

  Stig scampered away across the floor, and I heard one soldier shout, “Catch that thing!”

  There was the noise of a bunch of armored boots scuffling on the floor.

  I leaned over, hoping that I could close the wardrobe door while they focused on Stig –

  When suddenly somebody ran into the room carrying a lantern and shouted, “Look!”

  All the soldiers turned around and gave a collective gasp.

  I knew what they were reacting to: seeing me with a succubus’s hand down my pants, and a sizable bulge poking out through the fabric.

  “Oops,” Alaria giggled, then whispered in my ear, “To be continued.”

  I almost cried – or would have, if I hadn’t been dragged so roughly out of the wardrobe and onto the ground.

  24

  And that was how I found myself standing in front of an aristocrat in the middle of the night with a pup tent in my pants and the worst-case of blue balls I had ever experienced.

  You had to hand it to the game developers. How exactly do you code for blue balls in a videogame? I mean, I know the feeling was being beamed into my head – or maybe I was actually experiencing it in the long-term pod they had me in – but it was really kind of sick and twisted of them to do it. A really awful kind of torture.

  It was definitely going down in the report if I ever made it out of this damn situation.

  The Baron was sitting in a big wooden chair in a kind of receiving room. It wasn’t a throne exactly, since it was basically just a fancy wooden chair, but it was close enough. He was in his early 30’s, with a neatly trimmed brown beard and broad shoulders. Definitely not a weenie, even if he was dressed in silk pajamas and robes.

  He was also surrounded on both sides by armed guards – the same guys we’d trapped outside the portcullis, who had finally figured out how to get back in.

  I stood there shamefacedly trying to cover my crotch with my hands.

  Alaria stood next to me, completely unbothered. In fact, she was smiling – like this was her idea of fun. Or at least like there was nothing unusual about standing around at midnight with a bunch of guys with swords on either side of you.

  The Baron was eyeballing her like an ice cream cone he wanted to lick from head to toe.

  Alaria was eating up the attention, thrusting out her breasts towards him, and giving him flirtatious little smiles.

  Which of course made me even more jealous. I mean, I knew it was all an act designed to get us out of this mess – just like the routine she’d played earlier so we could run away – but it still activated some primal reptilian part of my brain that wanted her all for myself.

  Especially considering that I really needed this case of blue balls taken care of.

  The only major player who wasn’t having a good time was the captain of the guard, the guy Alaria had flashed and I had slammed with my Darkbolt. He scowled at both of us – which meant he was the only guy in the room not entranced by Alaria. Once bitten, twice shy, I guess. Either that, or he was resentful because he knew he’d been played, and that gave him a little bit more resistance than the average male.

  “So you said you found this delightful young woman and her male companion out in the middle of the woods?” the Baron asked.

  “Yes sir,” the captain of the guard said dourly.

  “Which, you can imagine, alarmed us to no end,” Alaria said pitifully, in a I am such a scared little girl voice. “We were all alone and then these men showed up with swords – it was very frightening.”

  “I’m sure,” the Baron said sympathetically, like he wanted to hug and kiss away all her troubles.

  Yeah, I’m sure that’s all he wanted to do.

  “There was an imp, too, you said?” the Baron asked the captain.

  “Yes, your lordship. It escaped us when we captured them the second time. My men are looking for it now.”

  “And there was an innkeeper who claimed that they threatened to burn down her inn?”

  “Yes, your lordship.”

  “A complete misunderstanding,” Alaria giggled, and lightly bit her finger in the most flirtatious way you can possibly imagine.

  “Of course, of course,” the Baron chuckled, and waved away the innkeeper’s complaint as though it were a gnat.

  Then he grew slightly more serious.

  “But you attacked the captain of my guards,” he said sternly.

  It all had the distinct vibe of a porno film where the Baron was the stern schoolteacher, and Alaria was a misbehaving female student. Wearing a thong, bra, and thigh-high leather boots, as misbehaving female students tend to do in pornos.

  “I’m sorry. I was just so scared,” Alaria said, and sucked o
n the end of her finger as she kept up that I’m so helpless expression. She shifted from foot to foot like a little girl afraid of being punished – of course, the way her breasts swayed back and forth when she did it emphasized how she was anything but little.

  Which the Baron noticed. He just stared at her chest the entire time and nodded sympathetically. “Mm-hmm... mm-hmm…”

  “My lord, it is a capital offense to attack your guards,” the captain growled.

  “I’m sorry!” Alaria wailed. “I didn’t know it was bad! I was just scared!”

  It was the worst acting you’ve ever seen. Swear to God.

  Of course, looking the way she was she did, virtually everybody in the room bought it hook, line, and sinker – except for me and the captain of the guard.

  “Yes, of course,” the Baron said, never taking his eyes off of her heaving bosom.

  “Is there anything I can do to make it better?” she cooed, then allowed herself a little smile. “Anything at all?”

  The Baron sat back in his chair, raised his eyebrows, and cleared his throat. “Ahem – well, perhaps we should retire to my chamber to discuss an appropriate… punishment.”

  She smiled coyly. “I’d like that. I deserve to be punished.” She gave him a smoldering look, intermixed with the fakest of innocence. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

  “Your lordship, I must protest – someone must be held accountable for this affront against your authority,” the captain said sternly.

  “Of course, of course,” the Baron said, uncomfortably shifting in his seat. I knew that move. He was experiencing a certain tightness in the crotch region. “Just execute the boy and be done with it.”

  Boy? What b–

  ME?!

  “What?!” I yelled.

  The captain hesitated, unsure whether he should press the issue or not. “But sir – the woman was an accomplice.”

  “You heard her,” the Baron said dismissively. “She was frightened – you scared her! Easy mistake to make in the heat of the moment. Isn’t that right?” he asked, with a sappy sweet smile directed at Alaria.

  “I was frightened, too!” I yelled.

  “You’re not a helpless female,” the Baron replied.

  “Helpless female?!”

  Alaria was about the furthest thing from a ‘helpless female’ that I could possibly imagine.

  “Take him away,” the Baron said, and swept his hand in my direction.

  Two soldiers grabbed my arms on either side, their swords drawn, as though daring me to screw with them.

  What the hell –

  “Your lordship, if I may?” Alaria spoke up.

  “Of course, my darling,” the Baron said.

  My DARLING?!

  I wanted to puke.

  “He’s my best friend from childhood,” she said piteously. “He befriended me when everyone else in the village threw stones at me for my appearance. He was the only one who ever cared about me. I’m very fond of him. Could you please, please find it in your heart to spare him? For me? He was only trying to protect me, after all.”

  Wow. She sold it pretty well, considering we had only known each other for about, oh, ten hours or so.

  “Well…” the Baron hedged.

  “Your lordship,” the captain said, “we found them in a wardrobe with her hand down his pants.”

  The Baron raised one eyebrow. “Oh really,” he said, his voice not quite as sympathetic as before.

  “He’s a virgin, your lordship, as am I,” she said.

  I couldn’t help myself. I snorted with laughter.

  Everybody in the room turned and looked at me – including Alaria, who gave me a death glare. Shut up, you idiot.

  So I stopped laughing.

  She turned back to the Baron. “We were afraid for our lives, and he asked that, considering we might be about to die, if I would… you know…” She put her hand bashfully to her face and smiled, like she was embarrassed but laughing about it. “I can’t even bring myself to say it.”

  The Baron leaned forward hungrily. “So you have never…?”

  “Oh, NO your lordship,” she said very seriously. “Never. And we never would.”

  She started to speak in a stage whisper that everyone in the damn room could hear.

  “I’ve seen some men in the village bathing before, and my friend’s is rather small by comparison.”

  “Hey!” I roared indignantly.

  The Baron, though, found that uproariously funny. He slapped the armrest of his throne and cackled, “Was it now?”

  She looked from the Baron’s eyes into his lap. “I was hoping that the first time I actually did… ‘it’… that it would be with someone a little better… equipped.”

  Bitch!

  The Baron was shifting in his throne again and back to his regular shit-eating grin.

  “Please, sir – could you find it in the goodness of your heart to spare him?” Alaria asked. “I would do anything for that.”

  The Baron swallowed. “…anything?”

  “Anything,” she said breathily.

  The Baron looked over at the captain of the guard with a smirk, then silently mouthed Anal.

  The captain just glowered.

  Then the Baron said magnanimously, “For you, my darling, anything. Throw him in the dungeon.”

  Just as the guards were about to drag me away, Alaria spoke up again.

  “Actually, is there a tower you could lock him in? He has bad lungs, and the damp of a dungeon might kill him. He was a very sickly child. You can see that he is nowhere near as strapping and well-built as you.”

  “Give me a break!” I snapped.

  Another death glare from Alaria. Shut the F up, she seemed to be saying.

  The Baron grinned again. “And what would that be worth to you, my sweet?”

  “Multiple anything’s,” she moaned, and gave him a meaningful look, never breaking eye contact.

  The Baron stared into her eyes, transfixed – and then said, “Lock him in the wizard’s tower.”

  “What are we supposed to do with the wizard?” the captain of the guard asked.

  “I really don’t give a damn,” the Baron said as he got down off his throne, walked over to Alaria, and extended his arm just like the captain had 45 minutes ago. “Shall we, my dusky jewel?”

  “Oh yes,” she giggled as she took his arm. “I am so looking forward to this.”

  He licked his lips lasciviously. “So am I, my dear. So am I.”

  They walked out of the receiving room, leaving me alone with 20 guards who were all watching her ass sashay back and forth as she and the Baron exited.

  “What a bitch,” the captain of the guard grumbled.

  For the first time that entire evening, I was in complete agreement with him.

  25

  The guards escorted me up the stone steps of the tallest tower in town, a stone monstrosity at least eight stories tall.

  They pounded on the wooden door at the top of the stairs and roused the wizard out of his bed. The old man mumbled in confusion as he opened the door. He reminded me a little of Mr. Magoo, except with a really long, white beard.

  The captain of the guard addressed him gruffly. “Magus Mortwell, the Baron has commanded that this young man be sequestered in your room for the foreseeable future.”

  “Oh – he’s to stay with me?” the old man asked in surprise.

  “No, we’ll take you to the main house for tonight. However, he is a Warlock. Can you cast some spell over the tower that will prevent him from using his magical abilities?”

  The old man squinted at me. “He doesn’t look like much of a warlock.”

  “He’s not,” the captain said.

  “Hey!” I said, my feelings hurt a little.

  “But you should see the succubus he was with,” one of the foot soldiers chimed in.

  All the other foot soldiers started snickering.

  The captain turned around and glared at them, and all t
he chuckling stopped.

  “A succubus?” the old wizard asked, alarmed. “Where is she now?”

  “In the Baron’s chambers.”

  “Is she bound in any way?!”

  The captain raised one eyebrow. “I wouldn’t rule that out entirely. Can you cast a spell that will inhibit the warlock’s powers, or not?”

  “Well, yes, of course I can cast a spell,” the wizard said, then hunched over and grunted like he was constipated.

  The captain frowned. “Is this part of the spell?”

  He was answered with a giant fart.

  It sounded like somebody was starting up a chainsaw.

  Everyone in the room stared at the wizard in disgust.

  “No,” the old man said cheerfully, “I just had a little gas. All right – here we go – ”

  He began to weave his arms and hands through the air, leaving sparkling trails of light behind them. After a few seconds, there was a flash – and glowing lines surrounded the entire room like a web. Then they gradually faded away.

  “That should do it.”

  “Excellent,” the captain said. Then he gestured towards his men. “Now take him away.”

  The guards gave Mr. Magoo the bum’s rush. They carried him by his armpits, his feet off the ground, protesting and stuttering, all the way down the steps.

  The captain of the guard was last one out the room. “You little demoness might have saved your life, but that only holds true in this room. If you try anything – escape, casting spells, anything at all – I will run you through with my sword and deal with any consequences from the Baron later. Understood?”

  I nodded grudgingly. “Yeah.”

  The guard nodded, turned back to the door – then paused. He looked back at me.

  “Don’t take it so hard, boy,” he said. “She played us both for fools.”

  I nodded silently.

  He walked out the door, shut it, and slammed a giant wooden bolt into place on the other side.

  Now I really was a prisoner.

  I sighed. If I had to be a prisoner, at least it wasn’t in a dungeon. This was actually a pretty good cell...

  For me to eat my heart out thinking about Alaria and what she was doing in the Baron’s bed right now.