Succubus 8 (Riddles And Revenge): A LitRPG Series Page 14

  “Not really… he just struck a deal with them.” She gave me a bitter smile. “Sort of like he did with me.”

  “What deal did he strike with the Guild?”

  “I don’t know what he promised them. All I know is that he’s waiting for you down there.”

  I stared at her. “He’s waiting for me?”

  “Aye. And he told the Guild not to harm you.”

  I was having a little trouble wrapping my head around this new, very ominous piece of information.

  “So he knows we’re coming.”

  “Aye.”

  “Did you tip him off that we’re here?” I asked suspiciously.

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  She gave a grim smile. “I’m only supposed to pass on the message.”

  “Which is…?”

  “To come see him. That’s why he left me behind on the ship.”

  Shit.

  I didn’t like this at all.

  “That’s what he said? To come see him?”

  She nodded.

  “Does he have a weakness?” I asked. “Some way we can beat him?”

  Tarka glared at me. “If I knew that, don’t you think I would’ve taken advantage of it by now?”

  “Is there anything you can tell me about him?”

  “Aye.” She got a sick look on her face. “I’ve sailed the Seven Skies, and he’s by far the most powerful bastard I’ve ever met. And the craziest.”

  Greaaaaat.

  “It sounds like you want out,” I said.

  “Too late for that,” she said glumly.

  “What if we could help you escape? What if we could help you get away from him?”

  Tarka looked conflicted. “How?”

  “Just get your frog-sticker away from my throat and let’s talk.”

  She hesitated… then began to lower her sword the tiniest bit –

  Until footsteps clattered down the stairs and I heard the fwoosh! of a fiery sword lighting up.

  “Drop your weapon!” Meera yelled. Eluun was right behind her.

  Tarka’s face filled with fury, and she jabbed the point of her sword into my throat again. “You scurvy dog – talkin’ me into a trap!”

  “Meera, stop it!” I yelled.

  The angel looked astounded. “What?”

  “Chill, bitch!” Stig shouted in his Yoda-voiced impression of Samuel L. Jackson. “Somebody tell that bitch to chill!”

  Tarka glanced down at my imp in surprise.

  “This wasn’t a trap,” I said to Tarka. “The two of them were keeping watch on deck. Meera, Eluun – stand down.”

  Meera grumpily extinguished her sword.

  Tarka looked at me warily, but she didn’t lower her rapier this time. “If you have an offer to make me, get on with it.”

  “We’ll help you escape.”

  She gave a short, bitter laugh. “And abandon my ship? Never.”

  “No, you’re going to use it to escape.”

  “What? How?”

  “Fly off while he’s occupied down on the ground with me.”

  She shook her head. “Impossible. I’d need a crew.”

  “Can anybody do it?”

  Tarka frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “If you gave the instructions, could anybody help you fly it out of here? People who hadn’t had experience before?”

  She thought for a second. “I suppose… just to escape, yes… but it wouldn’t work for a longer voyage.”

  “We’re not talking a longer voyage, we’re talking about escaping. How many people, minimum, do you need?”

  She made an exasperated face. “I could do it with two, maybe three.”

  “Good. Alaria, Meera, Eluun – you three stay on the ship and help Tarka fly out of here. You too, Stig.”

  “What?!” Meera cried out.

  “NO!” Alaria shouted.

  Eluun shook her head. “We’re not leaving you to face that warlock alone.”

  “He’s more powerful than all of us combined,” I said. “There’s no way we can beat him – but that doesn’t mean we all have to face him. I go down and find out what the hell is going on while you guys fly off. When he kills me, I resurrect back in the woods and fly after you on my magic carpet. It’ll take time for them to get their ships in pursuit, which’ll buy us some time to figure out what to do.”

  “What if he doesn’t kill you?” Alaria asked angrily. “What if he takes you prisoner and tortures you like Saykir or Shyvock did?”

  “Or like he tortured me?” Meera said.

  …huh.

  I hadn’t really considered that.

  “It won’t work, anyway,” Tarka said.

  “Why not?” I asked.

  “Because he told me to tell you that all of your group has to come with you.”

  I frowned. “Why?”

  “All I know is that he promised as long as you showed up with your entire group, he wouldn’t harm you or them, and neither would his men or the Guild.”

  “Yeah,” I said sarcastically, “like I believe that.”

  “If all he wanted was to kill you, he’d have done it already. He’s wiped out entire cities. One warlock, an angel, a frost elf, and a couple of demons? He could swat you like flies.”

  She had a point.

  The riddles, the retracing my steps… obviously the point wasn’t to kill me.

  What the point was, though, I had no idea.

  “You think he’ll actually follow through?” I asked her.

  “He’s kept every promise he’s made me so far.”

  “You just can’t go free, is all.”

  Tarka tilted her head to the side like she had to concede the point.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Alaria said. “We’re going with you, Ian. End of discussion.”

  “Right,” Meera agreed.

  “Absolutely,” Eluun said.

  “Ehhhh…” Stig murmured.

  Alaria summoned another fireball in her palm, but this time she glared down at Stig.

  “Alright, alright,” he said grumpily.

  I thought for a few seconds, then asked Tarka, “Are we in danger of the warlock or any of your crew coming back on board?”

  “No.”

  “What if we offered you another deal?” I asked. “One where you worked with us?”

  “How?” she asked suspiciously.

  “Do you still have those magical stocks that cut off your powers?”

  She gave a short, bitter laugh. “I already thought of that, and so did he. They don’t affect him at all – he even demonstrated when he freed me. You can’t imprison something made out of shadow.”

  Well, shit.

  “Okay, then – if the moment arises, you help us out. Maybe you can stab him in the back at a key moment.”

  She shuddered. “If you fail to kill him, he’ll flay me alive.”

  “Well, then, don’t do it unless you’re reasonably assured it’ll be a deciding blow. At the very least, you can pull your punches on us.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “If he forces you to attack us with the Revenge, maybe you don’t go as fast as you could. Or you turn the ship slightly off course. I don’t know – make it look like you’re following orders, but don’t be quite so effective at it.”

  She considered. “I could do that… perhaps.” Then her features hardened. “What would I get in return?”

  “Well, luckily for you, Tarka, I know your weakness.”

  She scoffed. “And what’s that?”

  “Hey, Alaria… would you come out here and show Tarka what she’s been missing?”

  Alaria laughed. “Gladly.”

  My succubus nudged out past me into the hallway… stood in front of Tarka… and then undid the silver clasp at the front of her bra.

  Alaria’s enormous red breasts jiggled as they were freed. The exhibitionist nature of it all must have turned her on, because her nipples began to grow erect, turning from fla
t little nubbins to hard, firm points.

  “Ugh,” Stig groaned.

  Tarka’s jaw dropped open as she stared at Alaria’s breasts.

  “Unhhhhhh…” she moaned, and licked her lips unconsciously.

  “I figure it’s been awhile since you got laid,” I said.

  Tarka just nodded, almost in a trance, never taking her eyes off Alaria’s rack.

  “And I’m not offering just her and my services, either,” I said. “Meera and Eluun… would you both undress, if you don’t mind?”

  Meera’s eyes nearly bugged out. “What?!” she screeched.

  “We’re trying to bribe the good captain here. A little help, please.”

  Eluun smiled, amused. “Always willing to convert newcomers to the ways of Jaiya,” she said as she shrugged out of her robes, which fell to the floor around her ankles.

  She stood there, gorgeous and naked, a tuft of white pubic hair at the ‘V’ of her thighs. Her double-D breasts were full and round with dark blue areolas that contrasted wonderfully with the light blue of her skin.

  “AAGH,” Stig groaned, and hid his eyes like he might go blind.

  “Ohhhhhhhhh,” Tarka moaned as she switched over to staring at Eluun’s tits.

  “And that’s not all. Meera?” I said, prompting my angel.

  She angrily crossed her arms over her armored chest. “No! I refuse. I’ll not be offered up like a piece of meat for some pirate bitch.”

  “You forget – I could order you to,” I said, though I didn’t want to do it.

  Suddenly Meera’s cheeks flushed bright pink. “Oh…”

  Aha.

  She liked the idea.

  Then she shook her head, though I could tell she was acting. “No – I won’t. You’ll have to order me to do it.”

  “Okay – take off your breast plate.”

  The collar around Meera’s neck glowed, and she whimpered as she reached up and undid the catches that held the armor together. She pulled off the breast plate and laid it on the floor. Now all that was covering her chest was the top of her white toga.

  “Now take off your top,” I said.

  “No… please, master, please don’t make me,” Meera moaned, her lower lip swollen, her cheeks flushed bright pink.

  “I order you to do it.”

  She groaned and pulled her toga open, exposing her pale double-E’s. I was right; she was turned on, because her bright pink nipples were already hard as diamonds.

  Tarka was standing still as a statue, her eyes big as saucers.

  “Eluun… would you demonstrate to Tarka what she’s missing?” I asked.

  Eluun smiled, then walked up behind Meera. She moved Meera’s blonde curls to one side and began softly kissing her neck.

  At the same time, she reached around, gently cupped Meera’s tits in her hands, and began caressing them. She held the heavy weight of them in her palms… then moved around the sides, pressing them together. Her fingertips traced their way up to Meera’s collarbones… then slowly glided down and pinched Meera’s nipples.

  The contrast of Meera’s milk-white breasts and pink areolas with Eluun’s blue skin… well, it was something to behold.

  Meera was moaning louder and louder, her eyes closed.

  Then Alaria strolled down the hallway…

  Stood next to Meera, who looked drunk on desire…

  Tilted the angel’s chin towards her with one crimson finger…

  And began kissing her.

  Deeply.

  Slowly.

  Sensually.

  Meera closed her eyes and kissed her back. She even lifted one hand up to Alaria’s right breast and began to squeeze it.

  Tarka couldn’t have looked away if her life depended on it.

  I put my finger up to the sword at my neck and gently pushed it away.

  Tarka didn’t even notice.

  “Ever fuck an angel?” I asked her.

  “…no…” she whispered.

  “How ‘bout a frost elf?”

  The pirate swallowed hard and shook her head.

  “Want to?”

  Tarka nodded vigorously, though she never looked away from the three naked women.

  “GODS,” Stig wailed beside me, “not another fuckoff!”

  “Go up in the mess hall and see if they’ve got any booze,” I ordered him.

  He hurriedly scampered down the hall, shielding his eyes lest he be struck blind by all the bare breasts on display.

  “But don’t get TOO drunk!” I yelled at him.

  “Whatever!” Stig yelled back as he disappeared around the corner.

  Oh well.

  Even if he did get plastered, maybe I could use the ol’ Pillsbury Doughboy technicolor yawn attack.

  Wouldn’t it be something if that was what defeated Nix.

  But that could wait.

  We had other, more pleasant things to attend to.

  Not to mention I would get to run down the clock on my portal timer. According to my menu, I had another 16 hours and 22 minutes before I could cast another spell.

  If I had to go up against a city-destroying warlock, I’d like to be able to escape.

  Which meant 16 hours aaaaand… 21 minutes of fucking. Or thereabouts, anyway.

  Could I even last that long? Even tag-teaming with Alaria, Meera, and Eluun, and taking the occasional rest?

  We were about to find out.

  “So, Tarka,” I said, “what do you say? You agree to help us later on if we show you the time of your life?”

  She just nodded mutely, hypnotized by the threesome at the end of the hall.

  This was going to be the best business deal of my life.

  19

  We retired to the bed in the captain’s quarters. It was king-sized, which was good – it was going to have to fit five of us.

  While we were still standing up, Meera shucked off the rest of her armor, and Eluun and Alaria set about undressing Tarka. It was pretty easy – just a pull of the sash around her waist, and the green dress came loose enough to pull over her shoulders. Now all she was wearing was her boots and eyepatch.

  I’d forgotten how hot Tarka was. Her body was a bit fleshier than the other women’s, but in all the right places. Her breasts were heavy and pendulous, with dark pink areolas and hard nipples that stood up nearly half an inch. With every movement she made, her breasts swayed back and forth.

  She was definitely older than the other women, too – a cougar pirate. A MILF with an eyepatch.

  Alaria knelt down in front of Tarka to pull off her boots. While she was down there, she sank her nose in Tarka’s bush and gave a little lick.

  Tarka moaned and pressed both her hands against the back of Alaria’s head, forcing her against her pussy.

  Alaria didn’t mind at all. In fact, she reached around, grabbed Tarka’s firm ass, held on for dear life, and really began going to town sucking and licking.

  Tarka’s moans quickly grew louder.

  Meanwhile, Eluun sidled in and began both fondling Tarka’s tits and kissing her at the same time. The pirate queen moved one hand up from Alaria’s head so she could cup one of Eluun’s breasts.

  My erection was about to burst through my pants, so I undressed while I watched.

  Once Meera was naked, she looked over at me and said mournfully, “Oh, please, master, please don’t force me to do anything with this evil pirate.”

  Of course, Meera’s substantial bosom was heaving as she said it, and her nipples were hard as two tiny pink diamonds.

  “Just go over there and enjoy yourself,” I said.

  “PLEASE, master,” Meera said, with more than a hint, hint in her voice, “PLEASE don’t make me do something DEGRADING and VILE.”

  Oh.

  So that’s what she wanted…

  “Go over there and kneel down behind her…”

  “Yes?” Meera said breathlessly.

  “…and pleasure her ass with your mouth.”

  Meera’s big blue eyes
widened. “You want me to fuck her in the ass with my tongue?!”

  Well, I would have put it a bit more delicately – but ‘delicate’ apparently wasn’t what Meera wanted.

  “Yes,” I said. “Fuck her in the ass with your tongue. Slow and soft to start, then hard and fast. That’s an order.”

  The collar glowed, and Meera fairly ran over behind Tarka and knelt down behind her.

  Alaria had heard, and she helpfully parted Tarka’s ass cheeks with her hands.

  Meera poked out her pink tongue… stared at Tarka’s ass… and slowly sank down between her cheeks.

  “OH!” Tarka cried out, and her eyes rolled up in her head.

  She had a succubus in front of her, licking her pussy…

  An angel behind her, tossing her salad…

  And a frost elf in front of her, groping her tits.

  Life was pretty good for Tarka right about now.

  Alaria’s long prehensile tail snaked between her legs and crept up between Meera’s thighs. Her tail began to move back and forth, sliding between Meera’s pussy lips, caressing Meera’s clit.

  The crimson skin on Alaria’s tail shone wet as it slid back and forth.

  Meera was drenched.

  The angel began moaning, and her ministrations to Tarka’s ass became a lot more frenzied, her head bobbing in and out as her face smacked repeatedly against Tarka’s cheeks.

  Slap slap slap slap slap!

  “OH – OH – SHIVER ME TIMBERS – OH, I’M GONNA CUUUUUUUUUM!” Tarka screamed, her entire body tensing as Alaria sucked her and Meera tongued her and Eluun groped her tits.

  Jesus, I almost came myself.

  After a few seconds, Tarka’s screams turned to heavy panting. “Slower… slower… please…” she moaned.

  Alaria eased off, as did Meera, though neither of them stopped.

  Tarka looked over and saw me standing there naked. She held out one hand at the level of my crotch and beckoned with her fingers.

  Well, if you’re invited…

  I walked up to her, and her hand immediately cupped my balls and then ran up my shaft.

  FUCK that felt good…

  “Oh, how I’ve missed that mizzenmast,” she moaned as she continued to run her fingers up and down my cock.

  I smiled and kissed her. She was aggressive, forcing her tongue inside my mouth – which I liked.

  After 30 seconds of making out, I broke it off. “I have an idea.”