Succubus 8 (Riddles And Revenge): A LitRPG Series Read online

  I paused long enough to wet down two of my fingers with my mouth.

  Then I gently stroked Alaria’s lips… feeling her wetness…

  And slowly slipped my fingers inside her.

  All while I fucked her ass with my tongue.

  “OHHH!” Alaria cried out.

  I could feel her tail whipping in the air over my head, occasionally slapping my back when she lost control.

  I started to gently rub outward with the tips of my fingers, towards her belly, stroking her g-spot.

  “Oh Ian… oh Ian… oh Ian…” Alaria panted and groaned like she was in so much pleasure she was in pain. “You’re going to make me come…”

  “No fair, I want to come!” Meera cried out, and pressed herself forward to get more pressure on her clit from Alaria’s fingertip.

  “FREEZE!” I ordered Meera. “Don’t move a MUSCLE.”

  The Collar of Gorbolik glowed and Meera was magically compelled to obey, standing there still as a statue.

  “Oh NO,” she whimpered. “No, please…”

  “Don’t let her come, Alaria,” I said.

  “I won’t…” Alaria moaned. “Just please, PLEASE keep doing what you’re doing.”

  So I did.

  I slowly stroked her inside her pussy, my fingers caressing her g-spot…

  As I fucked her ass with my tongue.

  “Please, harder, Ian,” Alaria begged.

  I began to move my fingers in and out of her pussy faster, deeper.

  “HARDER,” she moaned.

  Now I was really finger-fucking her, my fingers plunging deep inside her as I pressed harder.

  “And my ass – please fuck my ass harder!” she groaned.

  I slammed my face into her bubble butt, over and over, my tongue going deeper and deeper inside her as fast as I could.

  She’d been touching her own clit while all this was going on. I cast my All-Seeing Eye spell and saw that now she was rubbing it in a blur.

  “OH GODDESS – OH GODDESS, I’M COMING – ”

  “NOOOOO!” Meera cried out in real anguish.

  “I’M COMING, I’M COMING, I’M COMING – AAAAAAAAAH!”

  Suddenly I felt three things at once.

  One – her ass began to tighten in contractions around my tongue.

  She was having an anal orgasm.

  Two – her pussy pressed harder around my fingers and gripped me in tiny flutters as I continued to thrust my fingers inside her.

  A vaginal orgasm, too.

  And lastly, hot liquid coursed down my forearm and dripped from my elbow.

  She was squirting.

  All at the same time.

  “OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCK!” she screamed.

  “No, no, no, no, no!” Meera cried out as though she was in agony.

  I gradually slowed down – both my tongue and my fingers… as Alaria’s asshole stopped fluttering and the gush of liquid subsided.

  “Oh… my… GODDESS,” Alaria groaned. Her legs were trembling like she might collapse at any second.

  “PLEASE, MASTER!” Meera screamed. “Please let me COME!”

  I’d been otherwise engaged with my face in a gorgeous ass, so I hadn’t seen what was going on with Meera. I looked between the ‘V’ of Alaria’s legs and got quite the surprise.

  Alaria’s finger was barely rubbing against touching Meera’s clit… just the lightest of caresses…

  But Meera’s pussy was dripping wet.

  Strands of clear liquid hung from her lips. Heavy beads of her lubrication occasionally dripped and pattered on the floor like single teardrops.

  She smelled like roses, and the air was thick with her scent.

  But because of the Collar, she was frozen. She couldn’t move –

  And Alaria had been exquisitely torturing her the entire time, exciting her with no release.

  I remembered when I’d been given a concoction to make it impossible for me to come. Daidonia and dozens of her death cult elves fucked me senseless, bringing themselves to orgasm over and over while I was perched on the edge of coming and unable to do it.

  It had been an exquisite kind of agony.

  Granted, I’d been tortured like that for hours, while it had maybe been ten minutes for Meera – but I knew it wasn’t pleasant.

  So I took pity on her.

  “Get over on the bed,” I ordered her.

  The Collar glowed, and she basically ran over to the bed, plopped down on her back, and spread her legs wide.

  “Please, master, fuck me,” she moaned, her angel wings twitching beneath her on the sheets.

  I hurriedly stripped off my clothes. I had a raging boner, and I wanted nothing more than to sink it deep inside my angel’s little pussy.

  Alaria helped me. “Mmmm… that was WONderful…” she cooed as she pulled off my boots.

  “We’ll do it some more, just let me help Meera out,” I said – not mentioning that I would be helping myself out, too.

  “Of course.”

  I walked over to the bed, my erection throbbing.

  Meera lay there before me. She had already soaked a patch on the bed under her ass, just from her wetness – and she stared at my cock with wide eyes as she moaned, “Oh, please, Master… please put it in me…”

  I braced my arms on either side of her body…

  Pressed my thighs between her outstretched legs…

  And as I stared into her eyes…

  I placed the tip of my cock against her lips and eased inside her with one single stroke.

  “OHHHHHHHH!” she screamed as she immediately came.

  Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she thrust her hips towards mine, pressing her crotch as hard as she could against me, taking me in as deep as I could go.

  I started thrusting as hard and as fast as I could, plunging inside her. She was so wet that I could hear the squelch of her juices as I slammed against her.

  “OH! OH! OH! OH!” she shrieked, her golden curls whipping back and forth as she tossed her head in ecstasy.

  Alaria flopped down next to us, her heavy breasts settling one on top of the other as she propped her head up with one hand.

  “Mmmm, somebody’s having fun,” she said mischievously. “Hey – see if you can order her to keep coming without stopping!”

  Huh –

  Why not?

  “Meera – I order you to keep coming, and don’t stop until I tell you to,” I said.

  The collar glowed.

  “OH GODS – OH GODS – OH GODS!” Meera screamed as she grabbed me and raked her nails down my back.

  I kept plunging inside her – and she kept shrieking in ecstasy.

  “Tell her to come harder!” Alaria suggested.

  “Come even harder!”

  “OH FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Meera howled, her head pressing against the bed and her back arching, thrusting her gorgeous Double D’s up at me.

  The Collar was working spectacularly.

  “I get to wear it after her,” Alaria said hungrily.

  “COME SOON, IAN – IT’S TOO MUCH – COME SOON AND MAKE IT STOP!” Meera screamed.

  “Do you want me to stop it now?”

  “NO, COME INSIDE ME – COME INSIDE ME – OH FUCK, OH FUCK – ”

  I grunted as I pumped Meera.

  Unfortunately, when I was ordered to come… it didn’t always happen.

  “PLEASE, COME, COME QUICK, OH GODS – ”

  “Need some help, stud?” Alaria asked with a big grin.

  “Yeah,” I grunted as I kept slamming into Meera.

  Alaria smirked and lifted a single finger. “I’ve got just the thing.”

  “NO!” I yelled at her. “Not now!”

  “Alright,” she said with a laugh. “I’ll just return the favor you did me earlier.”

  She pushed off the bed and disappeared behind me.

  I figured I better keep an eye on her – after all, she wasn’t forced to obey me like Meera was – so I cast my All-Seeing Eye again. />
  It was normally used to scout ahead in battle –

  But now it allowed me to watch myself having sex like the world’s most customized porno.

  Alaria was behind me, alright.

  I saw – and felt – her heavy, firm breasts trace down my lower back.

  That was nice, but not enough to tip me over the edge.

  Then she cupped her hand under my sack and let my balls graze her palm, tickling me with every thrust into Meera.

  Oh – getting there –

  And then she leaned down lovingly – stuck out her long, pink tongue – and slowly eased it into my ass.

  OH MY GOD.

  OH MY GOD that felt good.

  The slippery softness of Meera’s pussy around my rock-hard cock –

  Alaria’s fingers tickling my ball sack –

  And her hot, gentle, wet tongue deep inside me –

  I immediately blew my load inside Meera.

  “OH FUUUUCK!” I bellowed.

  “YES! YES! YES! YES!” Meera screamed as I spurted inside her, over and over.

  “Mmf… mmf… mmf,” Alaria murmured happily as she tongued me deeper and deeper.

  “Okay, okay – you can stop,” I told her. She immediately eased off.

  “MAKE ME STOP COMING!” Meera cried out.

  “Stop coming!”

  “OH GOD!” she cried out one final time, then collapsed underneath me, sweat covering her body in a sheen.

  I sucked on one of her diamond-hard nipples, and a tremble went throughout her entire body.

  “Oh… master… that was… indescribable…” She smiled, but winced the tiniest bit. “But could we please not do it again… for a while?”

  “Why – did it hurt?”

  “No, but… it was a LOT.”

  “ME next,” Alaria said as she crawled over my body. “Gimme that collar, Bird-slut.”

  It took me to take off the Collar – since I was the one who put it on, I was the only one who could take it off – and I placed it on Alaria.

  I still had a hard-on, so we didn’t even need to wait before I slid inside her.

  Meera just lay next to us, happily watching and stroking my back as I fucked Alaria and ordered her to keep coming harder and harder.

  She eventually begged me to make it stop…

  …but she lasted a good two hours longer than Meera had.

  6

  After it was all over and we lay in each other’s arms enjoying the afterglow, I couldn’t help but noticing the plumes of smoke twisting up from the white rooftops of Exardus. Meera’s bedroom had huge picture windows, and they afforded a crystal-clear view of the devastation.

  “You know what?” I said, getting up from the bed. “I think I better mosey on over to the Warlock Academy.”

  “What?! Why?!” Alaria complained.

  “You just had, like, 14,000 orgasms. You should be good for the day,” I said drily.

  “A girl can always have 14,000 and one.”

  “Speaking of which, can I get the Collar back?” Meera asked nervously.

  As long as she wore it, she couldn’t die – not permanently. I could always resurrect her. But if I was gone, and something happened, and she didn’t have the Collar of Gorbolik on, then her death would be permanent.

  “Sure. Alaria, sit up.”

  I hadn’t meant to make it an order, but the Collar glowed anyway. Alaria immediately sat bolt upright.

  “Except for the sex, I really hate this thing,” she growled.

  “Then you won’t mind if I take it off you,” I said as I unsnapped it and put it back on Meera.

  The angel breathed an audible sigh of relief.

  “So what are we supposed to do while you’re gone?” Alaria asked.

  I shrugged. “Give each other that fourteen thousandth and one orgasm, I guess.”

  Alaria cocked one eyebrow and looked over at Meera, who giggled.

  “Don’t hurry back,” Alaria called out as she tackled Meera to the sheets.

  I gathered up my clothes and left them in a tangle of limbs. If I stuck around to watch, I knew I would lose my resolve to leave.

  I dressed in the main room, and left just as Meera’s first screams started to crescendo.

  “OH – OH – OHHHHH – ”

  Rather than go out the lobby, I went up to the roof and summoned my magic carpet, then zoomed high over the city. After bringing up my map – basically a digitally created sheet of parchment that showed me points of interest in Exardus – I spotted a red dot with the words ‘Warlock Academy’ next to it.

  I immediately steered the carpet in that direction.

  Five minutes later, I stepped onto the ground in front of what looked like a gargantuan Greek temple made of white marble, complete with 40-foot-tall pillars out front.

  Didn’t seem very warlock-y.

  Then again, everything in the city was gleaming white. Except for the Underneath – and that was literally underground.

  The Exardus Homeowner’s Association list of approved paint colors must have been real short.

  I walked up the massive flight of steps and entered the temple.

  The inside was vast, open-air, and full of shadows. There were no skylights, so everything was dimly lit by the sunlight reflecting in through the open pillars.

  Suddenly a man’s voice echoed throughout the temple.

  “WELCOME, WARLOCK, TO THE ACADEMY. TODAY YOU WILL DECIDE YOUR SCHOOL OF MAGIC… WHICH WILL FOREVER DETERMINE YOUR PATH FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS.”

  Great.

  Way to take off the pressure.

  I hated committing to anything, especially decisions that couldn’t be reversed – and the game writers were laying it on thick.

  I walked into the main hall, which was bigger than a football field. The ceiling towered above me like a cathedral’s.

  In the center of the room, five marble thrones towered 20 feet in the air, arranged in a semicircle around a pit.

  On each throne sat a person of a different race – a human woman in her 50s, a male elf, a troll of indeterminate sex, a female gnome, and a Revenant. As the undead class of OtherWorld, Revenants’ gender was more along the lines of ‘identifies as beef jerky.’

  They were all dressed in black, so at least they had that much going for them in the warlock department.

  Suddenly the human female spoke, and her voice echoed throughout the chamber. “WHAT SAY YOU, WARLOCK? ARE YOU READY TO BEGIN YOUR JOURNEY?”

  “Uh… sure.”

  When I peered closer, I realized I knew the elf. He was the stern guy who had admonished me earlier in the street.

  And I realized I knew the Revenant, too.

  It was the shopkeeper from the Underneath – the one who had originally sold me Meera’s Collar of Gorbolik, and who had helped me shrink a bunch of demons to take on Peenocchio and Varkus.

  He recognized me, too.

  “Oh, it’sssssss you,” he said in obvious disdain. His voice didn’t echo, it just sounded like somebody shouting down at you from a second-story roof.

  “You know him?” the troll said from the top of his throne. Again, no reverb.

  “Yessssss,” the Revenant said, like he regretted that fact.

  “You didn’t tell me you worked here,” I called up to him.

  “I ssssssubsssstitute teach, ssssssometimesssss.”

  “Normally it’s an orc,” the woman informed me in a normal voice. “Lord Umbrok.”

  Guess we were dismissing with the grandiose pleasantries.

  Oh – no – wait; the male elf still had a stick firmly up his ass.

  “Quiet!” he shouted. “Your familiarity with the apprentice is unbecoming!”

  The other four thronesters gave each other a look like, Jesus, what’s WITH this guy?

  “I wish it hadn’t been Umbrok who called in sick,” the female gnome muttered.

  “What?!” the elf thundered.

  “Nothing,” she snapped. “Get on with it.”
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br />   The elf glared at her, then turned back to me. “Are you ready to choose your school?”

  “How ‘bout… Hogwarts?”

  All five teachers stared at me blankly.

  “Gryffindor? Hufflepuff? Ravenclaw?”

  Nothin’.

  Seriously?

  A magical academy, and no stupid Harry Potter jokes?

  I was going to have to have a chat with the writers.

  Or maybe J.K. Rowling was especially litigious.

  “Um, what are my choices?” I asked in a polite voice.

  Suddenly a computer window appeared in the air in front me.

  Magical Powers And How To Pick Them.

  Oh my god.

  Really?

  No Harry Potter puns, but Newt Scamander jokes?

  Jesus – the game writers were really going with the B material.

  That was going down in the QC report.

  I read the text beneath the title.

  Choose a School of Warlocking.

  ‘Warlocking’?

  I guess it was better than ‘Warlockery.’

  30,000 XP

  Receive powers appropriate to the School you pick.

  I immediately hit ‘Yes’ on the window, and the scene continued.

  The elf gestured to the pit in front of him, and suddenly a magical hologram-looking apparition appeared: several dozen demons of all shapes and sizes.

  “You may choose to continue the continue the path you are currently on, and assemble a demonic army,” the elf boomed.

  That was apparently the power of Orlo, Alaria’s pint-sized master we’d defeated on top of a volcano. He’d had tons of demons whose souls he had transferred into towering robotic war golems.

  The hologram shifted. The demons all turned pitch black and melded into one twisting, writhing mass of tentacles that looked like Venom’s symbiote.

  I immediately had a flashback to my time in the Northern Barrens when I’d battled the frost elf Saykir, one of Alaria’s ex-masters. These tentacles were the monsters he had summoned.

  “You may serve the Ung’aroth, the Old Gods, and control the demons of their dimension – though there is a cost. Every summoning will take a tiny piece of your soul, until you serve darkness completely. If you care not for Good but instead choose Evil, then this is a wise choice, for the power of the Old Gods is limitless.”