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  “No!” I cried out as Urik opened the door.

  “Too late to go back on the deal now,” the dwarf grinned, then slammed the door behind him.

  14

  I turned around slowly, wondering how the hell I’d gotten myself into this.

  The nuns were all looking at each other, using the silent language of women everywhere. What they were saying to each other, God only knows.

  Probably something about their disgust at being used as bartering chips in whatever fucked-up negotiation I’d unwittingly engaged in.

  “Look,” I said apologetically, “that was – I don’t even know what that was. I don’t care what he said, you don’t have to do anything. Really.”

  The nuns all looked at me, their eyes shining and their mouths smiling.

  And then they parted the fronts of their robes, exposing their naked bodies.

  Their very bangin’ naked bodies.

  I stood there and stared, my mouth wide open.

  - Call me crazy, Alaria said, but I think they WANT to do something. And quite possibly ANYTHING.

  I just stood there gawking. The variety on display was pretty damn hot. All different-sized breasts, from a B-cup to double D’s. All different areolas, from dark pink to light brown to chocolate. The white woman had a full bush of brown hair, the Hispanic woman had a landing strip, and the black and Asian women were completely bare. Their bodies ranged from athletic to curvy in all the right places. And all of their nipples were getting harder as I watched.

  Something of mine was getting harder, too – which didn’t go unnoticed.

  The women greedily stared at my crotch, then pulled at their robes, which fell to the floor unimpeded.

  What the fuck – did every woman in this kingdom have rip-away clothes?!

  The only things they still wore were their habits, which covered their heads and necks and ended just above their collarbones.

  Are they going to keep those on? I wondered.

  It turned out the answer was ‘yes.’

  The four women swarmed me all at once, touching my arms and chest, kissing my face and mouth, rubbing my erection and clutching my ass beneath my pants. They hurriedly tugged off my clothes, each one taking a different item of clothing, until I stood there naked as they were. (Actually, even more naked, given that they were all still wearing their head dresses.)

  Then the Hispanic woman grabbed me by the cock and led me into the other room, where all four pushed me down onto the bed.

  “Oh my God,” I muttered as they gathered all around me on the bed.

  - Oh, this is going to be GOOD, Alaria said gleefully.

  Each woman began to do something different to me, though they all worked in teams. The Asian woman took my right hand, the black woman took my left, and they both put my palms and placed them on one of their breasts. As I began to fondle them, the white and Hispanic chick leaned down over my crotch and began to make out with each other – with my cock between their lips.

  It was incredible.

  - Oh FUCK, Alaria gasped. So THIS is what it’s like to have a penis!

  It became a symphony of sensual movement. The Asian and black women moved my hands from their breasts to between their legs, where they were already dripping wet. I got the hint and inserted two fingers in each of their pussies, and began to finger them as they moaned and rubbed their own clits.

  Meanwhile the Hispanic woman crawled up my body, keeping low so that her gorgeous tits trailed softly against my skin. She put them right in my face, and I began to suck greedily on one of her nipples.

  Then, without warning, I felt something hot and wet envelop my cock.

  I gasped in pleasure as I felt the white chick settle her weight down on me and start grinding away. At the same time, the Hispanic woman turned around so that I was looking at her perfect ass. Then she scooted back, settled down on my face, and pressed her drenched pussy right on my mouth.

  - OH MY GODDESS, THIS IS GREAT! Alaria shrieked.

  I started lapping at the Hispanic woman’s clit, and heard her cries muffled amidst the wet sounds of kisses.

  I immediately fired up my All-Seeing Eye to find out what was going on.

  Turns out the Hispanic nun and the white nun were French kissing and fondling each other’s boobs as one bobbed up and down on my cock and the other grinded against my face.

  I groaned in pleasure. Thank God I’d come just 30 minutes before, or I would have bust a nut right then and there.

  The Asian woman and black woman lifted themselves off my hands. At first I wondered if I’d been too distracted, but they were merely changing it up as they got on top of each other in a 69 position and began to go down on each other.

  They were right next to me, so I reached over and felt their bodies, cupped their breasts, tweaked their nipples.

  The black woman, whose head was right next to mine, took my hand and inserted it into the Asian woman’s pussy, then went back to eating her out.

  The Asian chick moaned in pleasure, and rocked back and forth on my fingers.

  Suddenly the white woman started to moan louder. I felt the pressure intensify on my cock as she ground back and forth, and then suddenly she was screaming.

  It was too much for me. I screamed into the plump, wet lips covering my face as I came inside the white chick.

  - OH GODDESS! Alaria screamed in ecstasy.

  Seconds later the Hispanic woman removed herself from my face, and the white woman pulled herself off my cock.

  “Oh… oh…” I panted, a little disappointed that it was ending so soon.

  Actually, it had only begun.

  The Hispanic and white woman double-teamed my cock again, the Hispanic woman deepthroating me while the white woman tickled my balls with her tongue. My dick went from gradually fading to full-on erection again – at which point the Hispanic woman climbed on top of me, grabbed my cock, and slid down on it as she began to ride me in reverse cowgirl.

  The white woman, meanwhile, slid down to my feet and began to suck on my toes.

  What the FUCK?!

  I’d never had that happen before…

  Felt pretty goddamn good, though it tickled like a motherfucker.

  - Use me on one of them! Alaria begged me. Use me like a vibrator!

  I tapped the black girl on the shoulder. She stopped eating out the Asian long enough to look over at me with a smile, like Yes?

  “Get on your back with your pussy close to my face,” I told her. “I want to try something.”

  She and the Asian woman shuffled positions, with the black woman spreading her legs close to my head.

  The Asian woman crawled on top and began to grind her pussy into the black woman’s mouth. Though her face was contorted in bliss, the Asian chick watched in curiosity as I took the necklace from around my head and placed the crystal against the black woman’s clit.

  - Here we go! Alaria announced gleefully, and began to vibrate.

  “MMMMMM!” the black woman shrieked into the Asian woman’s crotch. Within seconds her thighs were twitching and her lower belly was spasming uncontrollably.

  Everybody else stopped what they were doing. The Asian woman looked down with her mouth wide open. The Hispanic woman looked over her shoulder. And the white woman crawled up next to me to watch.

  After about 30 seconds, the black woman’s hand moved down and batted away the crystal. When the Asian woman got off her face, the black woman was grinning and panting, her breasts heaving.

  “Me next!” the Asian pleaded.

  “No, me!” the Hispanic begged.

  “Me!” the white woman groaned.

  “Relax, ladies, you’ll all get your chance,” I reassured them.

  - Fuck yeah they will, Alaria laughed.

  One by one, the women lay on the bed next to me, their pussies facing me and their legs spread wide. One by one, I applied the crystal to their clits and let Alaria buzz away. One by one, they screamed in ecstasy, their muscles twitching unt
il they couldn’t handle it anymore and had to stop me from stimulating them. One by one, they switched places, collapsing on the bed as another one took her place.

  It was a constant cycle, from women writhing on my cock for a while, to going down on each other, to lying on the bed next to me and getting their clits buzzed. After they’d all had their turn, the women began to improvise. They would kiss the woman being vibrated, fondle her breasts, even finger her while I pressed the crystal to her clit. The woman would eventually scream in ecstasy, then collapse on the bed in a heap of trembling flesh while another woman took her place.

  Every clit got licked or buzzed, every breast was fondled, every pussy was penetrated. I began putting the crystal against them while they were on top of me. I loved it as their bodies went into orgasmic spasms around my shaft.

  I began inserting two fingers and stroking their g-spots as I used the crystal. After the Asian squirted and screamed, they ALL had to do it. Then I inserted the crystal into their pussies, and later their asses as they finger-fucked each other to even more squirting. It all devolved into a tangle of limbs, drenched with the women’s juices, writhing, kissing, touching, licking, fondling, fucking, coming.

  I must have busted a nut three or four times, but I never had a chance to go soft, because another woman would take her place and work me until I was rock-hard again. At first it reminded me uncomfortably of the sex cult at the volcano, but once I reasoned that I could stop it anytime I wanted, I just went with the flow and let them ride me over and over.

  Finally the nuns had had enough. They collapsed into a pile atop me, their breasts heaving with exertion, their bodies wet with sweat, giant smiles plastered on their faces. The only weird thing was they were all still wearing their wimples, though they were pretty askew by the end.

  I was through, too. After five orgasms, I was done. I blissfully felt my cock go soft as I cupped a breast here, caressed an ass there, and kissed one pair of soft, supple lips after another.

  - Well, it’s official, Alaria sighed happily. That was the BEST negotiation I’ve ever been part of.

  15

  After a series of farewell French kisses, I got dressed and left the nuns to a deep, dreamless sleep. Urik hadn’t returned yet, so I set out on my own.

  As I threaded my way through the ivy-covered columns in the courtyard, I wondered what the hell Urik and Evala wanted from me.

  “You got any idea what they were talking about? Either the dwarf or the Duchess?” I asked Alaria.

  - None whatsoever. Why did we have to leave? she complained.

  “I think we tuckered out his nuns.”

  - I wasn’t tired.

  “Yeah, well, you’re a crystal.”

  - I don’t see what THAT has to do with –

  Out of the darkness, a whistled tune drifted through the courtyard, sad and haunting.

  I stopped in my tracks.

  The music stopped at the same time.

  I stood there, my heart beating faster.

  - What was THAT? Alaria asked.

  “I don’t know,” I whispered.

  I waited almost a minute, wondering if I should cast Invisibility.

  When the music didn’t resume, I convinced myself that it was some passing servant who had reentered the castle. I started walking –

  “Nice little scam you have going there, Warlock,” a familiar voice said softly.

  Zoran.

  The Monk bounty hunter.

  I looked around in a panic. I couldn’t tell where the voice was coming from, it was so dark.

  “First the Duchess, then a quartet of nuns… what in the world did you tell them to make them bend over for you?”

  I hid behind the nearest column and pressed flat against the ivy.

  “I think they’ve mistaken you for something that you’re not,” the voice continued. “Won’t they be surprised to find out what you really are: a shiftless, debt-dodging, thieving little worm. Once they discover the truth, I doubt they’ll be so quick to hike up their dresses for you again.”

  “I can pay off Varkus,” I whispered – afraid to attract the attention of palace servants, but hoping my voice was loud enough for Zoran to hear.

  It was.

  “You have the money?” the disembodied voice asked.

  “I’ll have it tomorrow.”

  “That’s too bad. Because we need it now.”

  “I just need a little time.”

  “That’s what they all say… and then they always run.” The Monk gave an unfriendly little laugh. “No extra time for you, Warlock. But you know what time it is?”

  “Time to pay?” I asked sarcastically.

  “No. Time to die.”

  Two red points suddenly bloomed in the darkness. I didn’t realize what I was looking at until several lights ignited in the air and lit up a bald head with the skull-like grin.

  Sketterex, the undead Shaman.

  Shit!

  I started to cast a spell –

  The lights suddenly flew through me. They felt like bitterly cold water passing through my body.

  I stumbled backwards as my hit points dropped 2%.

  “Harbingers of the Underworld,” the Shaman cackled.

  He gestured with one hand, and white mist billowed into the air in the shape of a dragon’s head. The monster opened its mouth and blasted me with purple light that sent me sprawling to the ground.

  Another 3% down.

  “Soul of the Dragon,” the Shaman announced.

  A dozen ghostly hands reached up out of the ground and grabbed me, pinning me to the cobblestones. I struggled against them, but discovered I couldn’t move.

  A tiny computer window appeared:

  You have been Bound for 6 seconds!

  “Binding of Spirits,” the Shaman sneered.

  5…

  With my head clasped to the ground, all I could do was look up.

  4…

  Thirty feet above me, a figure appeared on the edge of the castle roof.

  I could see the glimmer of moonlight on his silver hair.

  Then his fist glowed blue.

  3…

  “Goodbye, Warlock,” Sketterex snickered.

  2…

  Zoran stepped off the ledge and fell towards me, his glowing fist racing towards my face –

  1…

  Shit shit SHIT –

  And then a purple blur tackled him midair and SLAMMED him into the nearest ivy-colored pillar.

  What the fuck?!

  As Zoran fell to the ground, I heard the flap of bat wings above me.

  “Well, that was close,” a woman’s voice said.

  “Soraiya?!” I cried out as the ghost hands around me evaporated and I struggled to my feet.

  The plum-colored succubus landed right next to me. “None other – ”

  She’d barely got out the words when Zoran counterattacked.

  He leapt up, kicked off the ivied column, spun midair, and punched Soraiya in the gut.

  “UNF!” she grunted as she hurtled backwards through the air and crashed into the nearest wall.

  Zoran raced after her, hoping to finish her off for good – but she launched herself into the air with a flap of her wings.

  While all that was going on, I heard Sketterex shout, “Serpent’s Spirit!”

  A coil of green electricity wrapped around his arm like a snake –

  But before he could launch it, a thin jet of liquid shot out of the darkness and splattered his face.

  “AGGGH!” the Shaman screamed, clawing his eyes as smoke curled up from between his fingers.

  A small, bat-like creature landed on top of the Shaman’s head and began biting his skull.

  “FUGLY!” I howled with joy.

  “yah,” he grunted, then went back to work on the Shaman’s scalp like a Doberman on beef jerky.

  I was about to cast a spell when the wind barreled through the corridor like a hurricane, rattling the ivy and sending me tumbling backwards.<
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  The Air Mage…

  I managed to crawl behind a stone column, which gave me a tiny bit of shelter – but then another tornado-like gust blew perpendicular to the first and sent me somersaulting over the ground again.

  “This is annoying as fuck!” I yelled through gritted teeth as I struggled to stay in one place.

  Cirra touched down on the ground about 20 feet away, her cloak whipping in the wind. She smirked at me as she raised her arms to cast another spell –

  And then Stig appeared in a puff of smoke and slapped her in the face.

  “CHILL, BITCH!” he yelled, then teleported away.

  His attack distracted her, giving me time to cast Terrify.

  Cirra’s face twisted into a mask of panic, and she flew away into the night sky.

  “YES!” I yelled, pumping my arm.

  Unfortunately, my celebration was premature.

  Zoran’s foot came out of nowhere and slammed me upside the head, knocking me to the ground.

  -5% hit points.

  “You’re a hard one to apprehend, I’ll give you that,” the Monk grimaced. “Varkus should pay more for your – AAAAANH!”

  Zoran roared in pain as Soraiya’s fire whip lashed around his face, wrapping several times around his skull.

  She was hovering in the air above him, slightly to his left.

  But rather than try to pull the whip from his sizzling skin, Zoran grabbed the flaming whip and jerked HARD.

  Soraiya came tumbling down towards him, at which point he punched her in the face.

  She collapsed to the ground and screamed in pain.

  Only then did Zoran pull the flaming whip off his face, leaving behind a criss-crossed pattern of scarlet-red burns.

  “Say goodnight, Hellwhore,” the Monk seethed.

  He raised his boot to curb-stomp her head –

  Which was when I hit him with a Darkbolt to the face.

  It threw him off balance, and he stumbled backwards.

  Meanwhile, I pumped as much Health into Soraiya as possible. That last punch had been a doozy, knocking 50% off her hit points.

  I turned back in anticipation of another attack from Zoran when I heard the clatter of boots on cobblestone.

  “Intruders!” a man’s voice cried out. “Intruders!”