by A. J. Markam
“GAAAH!”
“OOOOH!”
“GNNRH!”
More spontaneous emissions.
Great.
Zali walked up to us out of the sculpture garden. “Eee-an! So good to see you again!”
“Yeah… can you… do something about that?” I asked, gesturing at the little white Pac-Man ghosts hovering nearby.
“Oh, yes, of course,” he said, and summoned a gust of water that spattered some poor succubus’s face with all the little gobbets.
“OHHHHHHH!” she cried out as she immediately came.
Okay, whatever, at least somebody liked that sort of thing.
“Alright – shall we duel again?” Zali asked.
“Yes,” I said, stepping back into my ‘this is serious’ magic-casting pose.
“One theeng before we start,” Zali said, almost apologetically.
“What?”
“I fully an-tee-cee-pate you keeling me thees next time, but if you do not… perhaps it would be wise to establish a Gravesite here, so you do not have to keep resurrecting in the graveyard around the corner, no?”
That actually was a pretty good suggestion.
“Uh… okay,” I said. “Here?”
“Yes, please, be my guest! Take your time,” Zali said solicitously, and twirled his waxed mustache.
I activated the spell, and black swirls of energy spun from my fingers into a shape on the sandy ocean floor. Within a few seconds, a tombstone was standing in the sand.
“Wonderful! Now we may begeen,” Zali said.
And he killed me.
I immediately came back.
“Would you like a leetle recovery time?” Zali asked, as though concerned for my health.
“No, I’m fine! Let’s do this!”
And he killed me again.
I came back again and again, and every time he slaughtered me.
Sometimes Alaria joined in, sometimes Stig, sometimes both. Zali just blasted them a hundred feet away – and if Alaria got hit and jiggled, a couple more incubi came.
Me? I just died.
After my 19th death, Zali remarked in a kindly voice, “I theenk you are not so good at thees – but you are geetteeng better!”
“Stop patronizing me!”
“Yes, of course, of course.”
By my 62nd death, the sun was setting, and the water far overhead was tinged a beautiful red and orange.
When I came back, Zali held up his hands like he was surrendering. “Perhaps we should stop for the eeevening, no? You must eat and rest, and tomorrow we weel begeen again… before I have taken my morning sheet, yes? Yes. Let us go.”
I wasn’t going to argue. I was fucking sick to death of… well, death.
Zali escorted us up to the top floor of his villa.
“I shall have the servant girl breeng een a meal for you. Eet shall be a lavish feast! Forgive me, I cannot join you, for I feel een-spired by our battle today in a way I have not felt for many months! I must go to my workshop and create art – FOR I AM ZALI!” he thundered as he posed, one arm up in the air.
“Great,” I grunted. “You do that.”
Alaria collapsed into the nearest sofa chair and draped one leg over the armrest.
“Is there booze?” Stig asked hopefully as he looked around the room.
“No, my leetle freend, I have no alcohol on the pree-mee-ses, other than the faun. Although I could start heem up for you again.”
“Yah!” Stig said, his whole face lighting up.
“NO!” I snapped. “You’ve had enough for today.”
“Awwww,” Stig grumbled as he shot me an angry look.
“Very well, no more sham-PAHN-ya for the eemp,” Zali said. He paused at the door and looked back at me. “I want you to know, I weell dream of you tonight, Ee-an, for you have een-spired me.”
“Wonderful,” I muttered.
The hatchetfish cupped his outstretched hands. “I shall dream of your pulchritudinous buttocks.”
“Uh…”
“I shall dream a dream of taking my magic and forcing ART inside your shapely – ”
“GOODNIGHT!” I yelled as I forced him out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
“Hate him yet?” Alaria asked with a smile.
“I’m getting there.”
There was a knock at the door.
I flung it open, expecting Zali. “God dammit, can we just get a little… uh…”
The nymph from earlier stood there in her French maid outfit, standing behind a cart with three silver domes on serving platters. She stared into my face with shock and trepidation.
“Sorry,” I muttered, “I thought you were Zali. Uh, come in.”
The nymph rolled the cart into the room.
Alaria arched one eyebrow as she watched the nymph’s pert ass wiggle beneath her incredibly short skirt.
“So… um…” I murmured as I watched the nymph’s ass, too. “You can just leave that anywh– ”
The nymph whirled around to face me, her expression one of anxious lust.
“Fuck me… please oh please FUCK ME.”
My eyes bugged out. “Uhhh… okay…”
Alaria grinned. “Now that’s what I call room service.”
14
“Not to pry,” I asked, “but why exactly do you want us to… um… fuck you?”
“I’m the only person here besides that beastly little fish!” she said miserably. “Do you know what it’s like to walk around every day amongst those sculptures, and see all those beautiful bodies… those gorgeous breasts… those enormous cocks… and not be able to touch them? To USE them?! I’m going insane!”
“You do know they’re not really sculptures, right?” I asked.
“Of course I do!” she snapped.
“So why don’t you, uh, ‘use’ them when Zali’s not around?”
“Because he’s ordered them to begin shouting if I so much as touch one of them – and he’ll kill me if I do!”
“Oh…”
All of a sudden, something crawled out from under the bed.
A crab with googly eyes.
And it began talking in a Caribbean accent.
“Welcome to da adult expansion pack of Othah-World!”
What the hell?!
Alaria recoiled. “How the fuck did that thing follow us all the way here?! And why is he so obsessed with your penis?!”
My pe–
Oh.
The ‘adult expansion pack.’
The crab ignored her. “You have embarked on a whole new experience in entertainment! Please confirm that you are at least 18 years of age before da fun begins!”
“Go away and don’t come back!” I yelled at the crustacean.
“Alright!” he said brightly as he scuttled out of the door. “You can call me back any time for an introduction to your new world of sensual delights!”
Okay, THAT whole bit was going down in the QC report, for sure.
Stig watched intently as the crab crawled out, like he’d never seen anything weirder in his life.
The nymph, though – NPC that she was – ignored everything that had just happened with the crab.
Good thing, too, because Sebastian was a fuckin’ mood killer.
Not that the nymph was that much better at the moment, to be honest.
“I’m so, SO unhappy here,” she wept.
“You poor baby,” Alaria murmured. She stood up behind the nymph, reached around from behind her, and cupped her breasts in her palms.
The nymph’s tits were already almost spilling out of the low-cut lacy top, and the added support from Alaria’s hands made them plump up even more.
“Ohhhh,” the nymph moaned, and tilted her head back in bliss.
The nymph’s dark green hair was piled atop her head in a messy bun. Alaria took full advantage of that fact, and began kissing the nymph’s exposed neck. Her dark red lips against the nymph’s pale green skin was the most wonderful combination of col
ors imaginable.
I and my achingly erect cock were thoroughly enjoying the show.
Someone else, however, was not.
“Ugh!” Stig sneered. “Get out of free jail card! Get out of free jail card!”
“It’s ‘Get out of jail free card,’ and you don’t get to use it right now,” I said crossly. “There’s tons of other rooms in this house. Go find another one.”
“Mrrrm,” he grunted in annoyance, and waddled towards the door. Before he left, though, he jumped up on the room service cart and looked under one of the silver domes to find a platter of roast beef.
What roast beef was doing underwater, I have no idea, but there it was.
Stig grabbed a handful of meat with his grubby little fingers.
I screwed up my face in disgust. “Gross, man!”
“Chill, bitch!” he snapped, then looked around the room like he was addressing an invisible crowd. “Somebody tell that bitch to chill!”
“Why you little – ”
Before I could move, Stig stuffed the roast beef in his mouth, leapt down from the cart, and scampered out of the room, leaving greasy handprints behind.
I went over and slammed the door behind him and locked it.
Then I turned back to the show already in progress.
Alaria had already bent the nymph over the bed and flipped up the hem of her ruffly black skirt, exposing her perfectly curved ass.
The nymph wasn’t wearing any underwear, but there was a garter belt with satin straps framing her ass cheeks and holding up her fishnet stockings.
Alaria knelt down behind the nymph and positioned her lips just centimeters from the woman’s ass. The nymph’s plump little pussy, completely bare and a slightly darker green than the rest of her skin, puffed out between her thighs. Her lips were already slick with her own juices.
“What’s your name, darling?” Alaria purred.
I knew from past experience that Alaria’s hot breath was brushing over the nymph’s lips, driving her wild with anticipation.
“Lilandra,” the nymph moaned.
“Well, Lilandra, my name is Alaria, and this is Ian. And we’ll be more than happy to do anything you want… but first we get to play with your body and do whatever we want.”
“O…okay,” the nymph agreed breathlessly.
Fuuuuck.
My cock grew even harder.
Alaria began to kiss Lilandra’s thighs, slowly working her way up to the nymph’s beautifully curved ass.
Lilandra moaned and wiggled her bottom, obviously wanting more –
Alaria plucked one of the elastic garter straps and let it go.
SNAP!
“OH!” the nymph gasped.
“You don’t MOVE,” Alaria ordered. “Not unless I tell you to.”
“O…okay,” Lilandra moaned.
“You liked that little bit of pain, though, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes…”
“Mmm. Good.”
Alaria kissed each sherbet-green ass cheek softly, gradually moving in towards the space between the nymph’s thighs.
Then Alaria’s tongue emerged from her dark lips and delicately began to lick Lilandra’s pussy.
“Ohhhhhh,” the nymph moaned.
SNAP!
“OH!” The nymph looked around. “Why did you do that?”
“For fun,” Alaria leered, then pulled the garter again.
SNAP!
“OH!”
“But that was because you moved. Now face the other way.”
Lilandra did as she was told.
Alaria licked up and down Lilandra’s puffy lips… then slowly eased the tip of her tongue inside the nymph’s cleft.
“UNNNNNH,” Lilandra moaned as she grasped the bedspread tightly in both hands.
“Ian,” Alaria said, “get undressed and show the poor girl what she’s been missing out on.”
I took off my boots, cloak, and shirt.
Lilandra watched me with wide eyes – though they occasionally rolled back in her head as Alaria continued to lick her.
I paused as I was about to take off my pants. Lilandra stared expectantly straight at my crotch and licked her lips.
“I should probably warn you,” I said glumly, “I’m not anywhere near as big as those incubus guys out there.”
“I don’t care – I’ll take anything as long as I can have it inside me,” Lilandra moaned.
FUUUUCK.
That was just about the best thing she could have said to me.
I pulled down my pants, and out sprang my stiff cock.
“Unh,” Lilandra grunted, and licked her lips some more. “Please, please put it in my mouth – ”
SNAP!
“OH!” the nymph cried out.
“You don’t get it in your mouth quite yet,” Alaria said like a prim schoolmarm. “You have to earn it.”
“Yes, yes, I will, please let me earn it,” the nymph moaned.
“Crawl up to the edge of the bed,” Alaria commanded.
The nymph scurried across the mattress until her breasts were right at the edge. They looked absolutely gorgeous in her French maid’s lace top.
“Ian, softly touch her face with your cock – but don’t put it in her mouth.”
I walked right up to Lilandra and brushed my erection against her cheek.
Her eyes closed in ecstasy, and she moaned. “Ohhhh… it’s so warm…”
“Caress her with it, Ian,” Alaria ordered.
I slowly drifted my cock across Lilandra’s soft skin, moving it from one side of her face to the other, caressing her cheek with my shaft.
The nymph moaned and moved her head as though she wanted to take it in her mouth –
SNAP! went the garters.
“OH!” Lilandra cried out, her entire body jerking.
“I told you you have to earn it,” Alaria said. “Open your mouth wide.”
Lilandra did as told.
“Ian, get on one side of her and put your cock between her lips – but just barely graze her skin, nothing more.”
I did as I was told. I stood on the right side of Lilandra and placed my throbbing cock right between her open lips. The skin of my shaft lightly touched her lips, just a hint of a caress.
Lilandra moaned and started to drool.
FUCK that was hot.
Her tongue reached out and licked the underside of my shaft. I gasped.
“Are you using your tongue on him, nymph?!” Alaria growled.
“Uhhh… yesh?” Lilandra answered, her tongue still caressing my skin.
SNAP SNAP!
“UNH!” Lilandra cried out.
“I didn’t say you could do that!”
Lilandra began to whimper like she was suffering, but she withdrew her tongue – much to my frustration, too.
“Ian, get directly in front of her,” Alaria said.
I did.
“Lilandra, open your mouth wide.”
She did.
“Lilandra, don’t suck him and don’t use your tongue. Ian – grab the back of her head and slowly start to fuck her face.”
I looked at Alaria. “…really?”
Alaria winked and smiled mischievously. “Trust me.”
I looked down at Lilandra. “Are you okay with that?”
The nymph nodded more enthusiastically than anybody I’d ever had sex with in my entire life.
“What are you going to do?” I asked Alaria.
My succubus grinned. “I’m going to fuck her ass.”
Lilandra’s eyes bugged out wide.
“Wai, wha?” she tried to say, but I’d already slid the head of my cock inside her mouth.
“Unnnnh,” she groaned as her eyes rolled back into her head.
I grabbed the back of her head, clasped my fingers in her hair, and began to slowly rock in and out of her mouth.
DAMN her tongue was soft and warm… and even though we were underwater, the sensation of being inside her mouth was even wetter than I’
d expected.
Lilandra began to moan louder, and her lips closed around my shaft as I eased it in and out of her mouth.
I was pretty sure it wasn’t me making her moan, though – and I was right.
The lower half of Alaria’s face was down between Lilandra’s beautiful green ass cheeks. I wanted to see what she was doing, so I immediately cast my All-Seeing Eye.
It was a spell that I could direct like a floating camera, so that I could get an up-close view of things not directly in my line of sight.
And wow, did I get an eyeful.
Alaria’s red tongue was licking Lilandra’s little green asshole. Like the nymph’s pussy lips, the color was a bit darker than the surrounding skin.
First Alaria swirled her tongue all around it, then slowly eased her tip inside.
“MMMMM,” Lilandra moaned. I could feel the buzz of her voice through my shaft, vibrating me down to my balls as I started to thrust deeper in her mouth.
Alaria began to go deeper inside Lilandra’s ass, one inch, two inches, really filling her up with the full thickness of her tongue.
“MMMMM!” Lilandra screamed, the noise muffled by my cock.
I got the Eye down right between Lilandra’s thighs, and saw that Alaria was now inserting a finger into the nymph’s dripping pussy.
She eased one finger in as she continued to tongue-fuck Lilandra’s ass… then withdrew it and slid in two fingers.
Then she began to thrust her fingers inside Lilandra’s pussy in time with her tongue.
“Fuck her, Ian!” Alaria called out, though with her tongue in Lilandra’s ass, it came out sounding more like Fuh eh, Ia-uh!
“MMMMMM!” Lilandra screamed into my cock, her forehead furrowed in bliss, saliva dribbling down her chin as I continued to pound away.
The nymph’s ass and thighs began to shake uncontrollably, trembling and spasming.
She was coming.
“MM – MM – MM – MM – MM!” she moaned, each syllable matched to a different contraction of her pussy.
Finally, as her groans began to subside, Alaria removed her face from Lilandra’s ass and said, “Okay, stop what you’re doing, Ian.”
I slid out of Lilandra’s mouth, a long string of saliva trailing from the tip of my crown to her lips.
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, her head slumping down over the edge of the bed. “Ohhhhhh…”
But Alaria was nowhere near done.
She roughly flipped the nymph over onto her back.