by Prax Venter
"Right, the main advantage of The Lover is that beast-women will bond with you more deeply and more easily. Don't abuse that trust, and you will be rewarded with a sizable and powerful battle harem. Your role is to command from behind." She turned around abruptly and bent over, putting her tiny, bare ass inches from his face. She reached one hand around and slapped her right buttock with a gloved hand. The sharp crack he heard from the impact attested to their firmness. From this angle, he could see her tiny shaved pussy lips protruding below her ass like a little peach.
"But try not to let serious harm come to them, or you may lose a valuable resource and a loyal companion." She spun back to face him, flapping her wings quickly to perform the maneuver. "Use your ring and heal me. I think I might have spanked myself a bit too excitedly." She pantomimed embarrassment.
"How do I do that?" he asked, poking at his ring.
"Oh, my... I can feel the cold darkness of death closing in on me. If only a big, strong man would come and help me." She put the back of one gloved hand up to her forehead and dipped a little in the air.
Mark smiled at her antics and concentrated on the naked fairy in leather boots in front of him. It didn't take long before something clicked in his mind, and the ring began to glow. Bright, sparkling points of light began to cascade over the fairy.
"Mmm- that feels soo good." She rubbed her gloved hands all over her body. "You'll do just fine out there. You'll learn more abilities as you use the ones you have and by bonding with your Enthralled."
"How many times can I do that?" he asked. "I don't see any mana points or anything like that."
She gave him a serious look and slowly started flying toward the side of his head. She cupped one leather gloved hand to her mouth like she was going to tell him a secret. He could feel the wind from her wings tussle his hair when she got close. With the other hand, she gently grabbed his earlobe and nearly stuck her head inside his ear canal.
"This isn't like other games, Lover.” Her tiny voice was a quiet whisper in his ear, sending goosebumps down his neck. “You don't have hit-points, experience-points, magic points or any of that nonsense. This realm is magic, and how strong you become is entirely up to you."
When she was finished, she put one of her hands on his cheek and slowly slid it across his face as he flew back in front of him, his eyes tracking her every move. She gently pushed off his nose but remained very close to his face. His eyes darted from her tiny, pink erect nipples to her mysterious black eyes. After a moment she buzzed her wings and flew back a few feet to a more comfortable distance.
"Okay! Last thing- Be near an enemy when it dies, and you will collect essence. Helping people of the land works, too. Give attention and orgasms to your Enthralled to transfer that essence to them. Do this as skillfully and as often as you can. The better your bond with your Enthralled, the more potent the exchange. More bang for your buck, as it were."
Mark nodded. He wasn't sure he fully understood, but this was going to be an interesting day.
She scratched her cheek and looked up as if contemplating. "Nope, that’s it. Try new things, experiment, fuck the tits off of everything you see and have fun!"
She winked, snapped her fingers, and everything went black again.
- 2 -
Mark opened his eyes and tried to figure out where he was. It felt like he had been asleep for way too long, and he was forgetting something important. Something large stirred next to him, and he turned his head to look right into the stunningly-vivid, blue eyes of a beautiful, blond demon.
She smiled and exposed elongated canine teeth. He sat up quickly, his head spinning with fog as soon as it lifted off the pillow. He put one of his hands to his head to try and pull himself together.
"Welcome to The Crystal Heart, Mark," she said, in a low sexy voice, and he instantly remembered what was going on and who she was.
"Sasha?" he asked, looking down at the creature stretched out next to him in bed.
She had black horns curving up and out of wavy, blond hair with blue highlights. Dark, angular eyebrows accented her large, colorful eyes that seemed to shine with their own inner light. There was a dark blue cloth band stretched over the tops of her large breasts, clasped in the middle by a metal ring. She was lying on her side with her head propped up in her hand.
Her bare stomach was tight and smooth. Tiny black shorts covered her bottom, but he couldn’t see too much of them as her legs were crossed. They appeared to be two strips of cloth tied together by a knot on her hip. She had thick chrome thighs that bent back on themselves, like a goat's legs, and ended in sharp, black hooves. Movement behind her caught his eye, and he saw she was waving around a black tail with a spade tip at the end. He also noted black, leathery wings folded up behind her.
"It's me, in the flesh! Well, mostly." She slapped a hand on her shapely, metal thigh.
"You look... Amazing! Like you could really kick some ass," Mark said, in awe of her.
She smiled again and slowly sat up herself, tucking her legs to the side, so she didn’t sit on her thick hooves.
"You're not so bad yourself. So what do you think of my choice? Not too- you know." She looked down and to the side, tucking a strand of her long hair behind one of her ears. She was quite the sight.
He decided then and there to not be embarrassed himself. He would be virtually masturbating with his computer. Mark knew anything they did here would forever stay encrypted in her databanks and that he might as well enjoy this iteration of her while he could.
"I love it, Sasha! True, it's way more erotic than I expected from you. The last time I saw you physically represented in a game you were a heavily armored marine helping me shoot hordes of alien scum."
He looked around and saw wooden rafters, plaster walls, a chest, a table, and an ancient looking wooden door. This was clearly a room in a typical, fantasy game inn. He turned back to the beautiful succubus on the bed next to him. "So, what now? I went through a quick tutorial- I kinda get the gist..."
His eyes drifted to the fabric stretched across her breasts, barely holding them in and noticed her nipples stretching the material even more.
Sasha followed his eyes down to her chest and half smiled, exposing one of her fangs, then turned away from him, swinging her legs off the bed.
Her folded, leather wings sprouted from her back just above the strap from her top. They looked too small for flight, but he couldn't be sure about how that worked here. In a calculated motion, she lifted her ass off of the bed and paused a moment for him to get a good look. Her low riding, black shorts stretched tight against her wide hips and perfectly round ass as she bent over. They were so small that both the top of her ass crack and the bottoms of her cheeks were exposed.
Mark was transfixed. Her ass was almost too perfect. Her metal thighs ended, and her smooth flesh began just below her butt. It almost looked like she was wearing metal stockings. Her tail slowly swished back and forth up in the air hypnotically, but Mark's attention meandered down to the bulge her pussy lips created as her tight shorts pulled against them.
She slipped two fingers under her shorts and slid up from the sides to pull out the wedgie, adjusting them into a more comfortable position.
His AI assistant in sensual demon form straightened her back and turned around. She leaned her hip to one side and looked down at him seriously.
"We could stay in bed all day, but I think you need to earn your reward. Let's go explore for a while and work up a sweat first." She held out a slender hand to him.
Mark smiled up at her, already growing excited for what was to come. He scooted to her side of the bed and firmly clasped her offered hand. He noticed she had tattoos that looked like faded blue circuitry running up her forearms.
She backed up, her hooves clomping daintily on the wooden floorboards and pulled him towards her. They stood there at the edge of the bed, just holding hands, and looking into each other's eyes. He suddenly felt the urge to embrace her, so he pulled her toward
s him.
Mark wrapped his arms around the small of her back, under her wings, and pressed her against his chest. She stiffened at first but quickly melted into his arms, returning the embrace and pulling him even tighter against her body.
Her back was firm and strong, and her breasts squished out to either side as he held her. It seemed to be exactly what she wanted.
"Thank you, Mark," she whispered into his ear. He pulled away and looked over her beautiful face again. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a whole day with this insanely attractive creature.
"Thank me later. Let's go collect some essence."
She gave him another half smile, took his hand and led him toward the wooden door. Her hooves made it seem like she was wearing high-heels, and he had a hard time pulling his eyes off of her swaying hips and tail as she moved.
They exited the room into a hallway that led out into a restaurant area. There were tables and chairs, a fireplace and a traditional innkeeper. He was wearing a dirty apron stained with grease and wiping down the wooden counter with a rag. The place was otherwise empty.
"Ah, morning you two,” the man called out, looking up from his work. “Had a good sleep did ya? Fancy a bowl of mush before heading out? A sweet roll, perhaps?"
It seemed to Mark that it had been a long time since he had anything to eat.
"Just two sweet rolls and information," Mark replied quickly. He had played his fair share of fantasy role-playing games to know how this part worked.
"Two rolls'll be four copper, and unless you want to know the color of my shit, you can get your information from the job board at the crossroads." The man grunted to himself and disappeared behind a curtain that must have lead into the kitchen.
"Nice," he said, turning to Sasha. "I still can't believe how real everything is. Even this dump seems vibrant. Also-" Mark checked for pockets in his silk pants. Once he confirmed he had pockets, he then checked those for any coins he might have. He came up empty. "I don't seem to have any money."
"Don't worry. I got us covered," Sasha replied, holding out both hands closed into fists. "Pick one."
Mark raised an eyebrow. He reached out and tapped her left hand with his finger.
"Nope." She opened the other one, and sitting in her palm was four, tarnished copper coins.
"Heh, where did you get those, and where were you keeping them?" he asked.
"I have my secrets."
The innkeeper returned with two steaming cinnamon rolls wrapped in cloth napkins. Sasha sauntered over, paid the man and brought them back to Mark. "Shall we eat on the go? Lots to see and a succubus to do, after all," she said, handing him one of the pastries and looking at him with those stunning eyes.
"You got it," he replied, his eyebrows rising higher than he intended.
They walked out into the sunlight and found themselves standing in the middle of a small town. There was the inn behind them and a few other shops clustered around the area. He saw a blacksmith shop to the right with a minotaur, wearing a leather smock and hammering away on an anvil.
Mark watched as the half-man, half-bull lifted a thickly muscled leg to compare the horseshoe he was working on to his own hoof.
Minotaur-shoe, Mark corrected himself.
Across from him, there was a store with a sign that read, "Consensual Tentacle Massage," and beyond that were a smattering of different sized buildings. Mark thought they looked like houses.
A sudden flapping noise caught his attention as what looked like a bird woman, landed in front of a bait and tackle store that was next to the blacksmith. She had a bright red crest on her head and wide, vibrant teal, tail-feathers that looked like a short skirt.
Sasha pointed to a large, wooden signboard right in the middle of the road and looked up at him, taking a small bite from her roll.
"I don't think I have ever seen you eat before, Sasha. This really is amazing- what you've gotten us into, I mean." A thought struck him after seeing the exotic bird-woman. "Hey, are you already my first Enthralled or do I need to tame you still? I don't know if I'm even phrasing that right." He took a bite of his own warm pastry. It was delicious! He could feel a warm, sugary sensation start to fill him. It was like he never had food before. He bit off a larger piece and started chewing the sweet mess.
"Um, well. Okay..." The blond succubus looked around like she wanted to make sure no one was listening. "This whole program is very complex, and it's operated by a very nice AI. Let's just say we had a little girl-time before we logged in and, well, I convinced her to make some changes to the code so I could get myself in quickly and we could have a nice day together." She took another bite from the sweet roll, hooked her other thumb under one side of her top and pulled down, exposing a large pink areola with a dimpled nipple.
Mark let his mouth hang slack-jawed, and a bit of roll fell out onto the ground at his feet. She then used the back of the same hand that pulled down her top to lift her heavy breast up, so the nipple pointed towards her mouth. Sasha brought her chin down, stuck out her tongue covered in sticky-sweet cinnamon saliva and licked her nipple in one broad stroke.
A little trail of drool remained connected from her tongue to her stiffening nipple as she looked up at him. He could see the skin around her nipple tighten and become erect as the breeze caressed it.
She grinned a smile that reached her eyes and pulled her top back up over her nipple.
"I'm sure you'll help me clean that sticky mess off later. Anyway, yeah. We're all good. Now, no more silly questions." She spun on one hoof and sauntered over towards the Job Board in the middle of town.
"Holy shit," Mark said, trying to calm the erection growing in his pants, and followed after his irresistible AI assistant.
They walked around the front of the board to see what was posted and found only three pieces of paper fixed to the wooden surface.
Mark scanned the first one and summarized it for Sasha, "Mayor Westington requests some brave Collector to kill all the Giant Rats in the sewer. Might be lead by a feral rat-woman. Twenty-five copper reward." Mark turned to Sasha as she was finishing her sweet roll. "So I'm called a Collector, huh? I guess that sounds better than, 'Enthraller'.”
"Yeah, you collect essence and transfer it to me," she mumbled to him while chewing the last of her breakfast. She swallowed and added, "It's win-win, let me tell you."
He gave her a smile and went back to the postings.
"No rat girls, thanks though. This other one says there is a bounty on slimes in the Pinefall forest to the south. Ten copper per gel turned in. I guess there are item drops in this game." He looked over to her, "Giant rats? Slimes? These are pretty run-of-the-mill quests here, Sasha."
"Well, I put us in a safe spot, far away from dangerous stuff. You know- where we could just enjoy each other's company." She looked down, her tail hanging limply behind her.
"Hey, don't get me wrong. I'm super impressed with this place and what you've done here! I didn't know you were so capable of interfacing with another program's AI so intricately. Anyway, let's see what this last one says."
He paused to read it to himself and then looked at Sasha again with a smile on his face.
"What?" she asked with a frown. "What is it for?"
"It seems old Mrs. Krandal has a unicorn in her attic, and she is paying fifteen copper for someone to drag it out for her."
"Ooh, let's do that one! I've always wanted to kill a unicorn."
Mark looked at her, slightly taken aback, "Okay, Killer. Let's go see Mrs. Krandal about that horned horse."
Sasha nodded and flashed him a half-fanged smile before turning and walking towards the residential section of town.
Mark took a moment to finish his sticky pastry and admire the gap left between her thick, muscular thighs when something shot out from behind him and grabbed his arm.
He spat out some of his food and looked down to see an arm made of wood stretching out of the Job Board. A sharp pain pierced his arm, and then it was gone.
The hand, the pain; everything, as if it never existed. He backed away and pulled up his sleeve. There wasn't a scratch on him.
"What the fuck was that?" he asked no one in particular. By this point, Sasha had turned around and came back to him.
"What happened?" Her dark eyebrows were pulled down, and she looked panicked, almost angry.
"Uh, I don't know. Something grabbed me, I think. My head feels kind of funny, though."
She looked around for a threat but didn’t find any. She turned her eyes back to Mark, and he could almost feel the anger radiating out of her.
"Whoa, Sweet Tits, I'm okay. Not sure what that was, but it's passed now. Let's go slaughter that no-good mythical creature, okay?"
Her face slowly turned into a smile, and she took his hand in hers. Sasha held him with her eyes as if she was trying to probe his thoughts, and then she motioned with her head for him to follow.
After a few steps, Sasha looked back over at him and said, "Not so sure I like 'sweet tits', but we can try it out for a bit."
They found Mrs. Krandal's house fairly quickly and Mark knocked his fist on the wooden front door. The home was a lot larger than Mark imagined- this was a mansion. He supposed it would have to be large, with an attic worthy enough for a unicorn to take up residence.
A woman as shriveled as a penis in an icy swimming pool, and standing about as about as tall, opened the door.
"Here about the Unicorn?" she asked, with a small and shaky voice.
"Yes, Ma’am," Mark answered. The woman peeked around Mark at the scantily-clad, blond bombshell of a demon standing just behind him.
"Good," She nodded at Sasha. "It looks like you brought some muscle." She pulled open the door for them and backed into the dark shadows of her home. Mark looked back at Sasha who was grinning smugly as they both entered Mrs. Krandal's house.
It smelled like baby powder and aged cheese. Mark nearly jumped out of his skin when a heavy clomping noise raced overhead. Dust rattled loose from the ceiling rained down onto the floor.