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  And much to my surprise, Tarka moaned blissfully, too.

  Alaria smiled, winked at me, and then murmured to Tarka, “Good girl.”

  Then she leaned forward and put her pussy right up against Tarka’s mouth.

  The pirate queen began to lap hungrily, like a starving cat at a saucer of milk.

  Alaria closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She moaned with her lips closed, a low humming sound in her throat. “Mmmmmm…”

  I begin to move in and out of Tarka, pulling all the way out, then thrusting back in, my thighs slapping against her ass, my cock disappearing all the way inside her.

  It was like she was caressing me softly, her warm wetness softer than silk.

  Tarka groaned every time I rocked deep inside her, but she never stopped going down on Alaria. She alternated between sucking the little red clit and licking all around it.

  Alaria gripped Tarka’s hair and began to gently thrust her hips forward, grinding herself into Tarka’s tongue and lips, at first gently, then more insistently.

  I grabbed Tarka’s tiny waist and pulled myself more violently inside her with every stroke, smack smack smack, grunting with every thrust.

  Tarka’s moans grew higher-pitched and more frantic, joining Alaria’s guttural sighs of pleasure.

  It went on like that for several minutes, a symphony of the slap slap slap of my thighs against Tarka’s ass, and the lick lick lick of Tarka’s tongue on Alaria’s clit, and a whole bunch of Oh my Gods and Goddess! and Fuck oh FUCKs thrown in.

  As our cries increased in volume and intensity, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hang on much longer. Especially not when Alaria began making those feminine, high-pitched moans that let me know she was on the verge of orgasm.

  I was looking at another 10 seconds, 15 at most.

  “I’m going to come,” I gasped, more or less as a warning that I was going to pull out.

  Alaria’s eyes flashed open and she grinned mischievously. “Come inside her.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Tarka, beg him to come inside you,” Alaria ordered.

  “Pleath come inthide me,” Tarka moaned, saying it as best she could with her tongue and face smashed against Alaria’s crotch.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned, and began slamming into Tarka twice as fast.

  The entire time, I stared at Alaria’s beautiful face.

  She gazed right into my eyes, wearing a huge smile as she gripped Tarka’s hair and forced her even harder into her clit.

  I bellowed like an ox as my cock spurted inside the soft wetness between Tarka’s legs.

  My coming pushed the other two women over the edge.

  “GODDESS!” Alaria cried out, her eyes still locked on mine, her entire body writhing and trembling with pleasure.

  Tarka screamed, too, over and over, although the sound was muffled by her face between Alaria’s thighs. It was almost like she was being suffocated again – although she seemed to be enjoying it a lot more this time.

  I grunted, and my strokes gradually slowed down until I finally slipped out of Tarka.

  Both women’s screams subsided to low-pitched moans as their bodies shivered in delight.

  When she was finally finished, Alaria backed away from Tarka and smirked. “I guess I won’t kill you today. We’ll see about tomorrow.”

  Tarka moaned, but didn’t say anything in reply.

  Alaria suddenly grew angry. She jerked Tarka’s chin up to look at her. “Aren’t you going to thank me?”

  “Thank you,” Tarka murmured groggily, her voice full of satiated desire.

  “Mistress,” Alaria said icily.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” Tarka whispered.

  “And thank Ian for fucking you so well.”

  “Thank you, Ian.”

  “…for?” Alaria prodded.

  “For fucking me so well,” Tarka murmured, a note of lust creeping back into her voice.

  I didn’t know exactly how I felt about that.

  ‘Little Ian’ apparently liked it a lot, because he immediately went from slowly petering out to three-quarters hard, just like that.

  Alaria’s anger dissipated as quickly as it had appeared, and she smirked again.

  “Good girl,” she whispered, and patted her ex-master’s head.

  7

  Afterwards we got dressed in the office. Well, Alaria and I got dressed. Tarka we left naked in the stocks and bent over the pommel horse in the bedroom, now with shackles around her ankles.

  Having a hot naked woman as a permanent fixture really added something to the room.

  However, my clothes were shredded, so I had to resort to bed sheets again – like the first day I met Alaria, when she burned my pants and shirt by the river.

  Good times.

  Luckily Tarka’s bed was big enough for the sheets to serve as a toga instead of a diaper. I really didn’t want to go face down a crew full of demon pirates in nothing but a diaper.

  Alaria kissed me playfully as we were both pulling on our clothes.

  “What was that for?” I asked.

  “You came to rescue me!”

  “Of course I did.”

  “You really are my Ian-Wan Kenobi.”

  “Since he was a really old guy, let’s just say I’m your – ”

  “Luke Skywalker,” she interrupted happily.

  “I’m impressed you remember that,” I said, and I was. “But let’s go with Han Solo instead.”

  I winced at the memory of Hark Silo, and tried to push him out of my mind.

  “You mentioned this Han Solo before,” Alaria said, though she rushed the name together so it came out sounding more like Hansalo. “Who was he?”

  “It’s Han Solo. Two words. And he’s just the baddest-ass smuggler who ever lived.”

  “Oooh,” Tarka said from the other room. “I want to meet him.”

  I tried to ignore her, along with all the weirdness of leaving your threesome partner naked and locked up in magical stocks in the next room over.

  “Did Han Solo love Princess Leia?” Alaria asked.

  “Oh yeah – although,” I chuckled, “there’s this really great moment where Dar– uh, the evil wizard has Han and Leia prisoner, and they’re going to freeze Han in – ”

  “Ice?” Alaria interrupted.

  “Something like that.”

  “It’ll wear off,” she assured me. “Just give it a minute.”

  “It’s not that kind of ice.”

  She shrugged. “Then just get a frost mage to counteract the – ”

  “ANYWAY, he’s about to get frozen. Princess Leia, who’s tough and doesn’t want to admit she cares about him, thinks this might be the last time she’ll ever see him, so she yells out, ‘I love you!’”

  Alaria stood there, breathless with anticipation. “…and?”

  “Han says… ‘I know.’”

  Alaria stared at me.

  Then she burst into a scowl and hit my arm. “WHAT?! That’s not a great moment!”

  “It is!” I protested. “Because he doesn’t want to admit that he loves her, either, and they’re both trying to be – never mind. Trust me, it’s awesome.”

  She squinted at me. “Are you telling me all this because of what I wrote in that letter?”

  “Mmmmmaybe.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Figures.”

  “Are we going to talk about it?”

  “No,” she said peevishly, and started pulling on one of her thigh-high boots.

  “Well, then, are we going to talk about this?” I asked as I gestured towards the bedroom and the naked pirate.

  Alaria frowned, like she had no idea what I was talking about. “What?”

  “Everything that happened in the last 30 minutes!”

  Alaria grinned. “Ohhh. That was fun, wasn’t it?”

  “I don’t know that ‘fun’ is exactly the word I would use.”

  She stared at me, mystified. “You didn’t have fun?”


  “I mean, yeah, it was… I enjoyed it – but I feel really weird about it now.”

  “Don’t. Tarka liked it.” Alaria dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Trust me, I know her.”

  I found it a little strange that Alaria said ‘Tarka liked it’ and not ‘I liked it,’ but I chalked that up to her being a succubus. She probably liked anything and everything.

  But the comment about ‘I know her’ opened up another whole can of worms.

  “Yeaaaah, about that… were you two guys… involved before?”

  “She was my ex-master.”

  “Yeah, but you made it sound like you hated all of your ex-masters.”

  “I do.”

  “What about Tarka?”

  Alaria made a face. “Well, I don’t like her…”

  “You seemed to like her when she was going down on you,” I said, trying but not quite succeeding at keeping an accusatory tone out of my voice.

  She shrugged. “That’s just sex.”

  “Yeah, but… I thought the whole point of this revenge thing was to kill people who… you know… forced you to do stuff.”

  “It is.”

  “Yeah, but you weren’t being forced to do anything today. Not after the first time she kissed you.”

  Alaria rolled her eyes. “That was all just a set up for me to kill her.”

  “Yeah… but you seemed to really be enjoying it.”

  “Can’t a girl enjoy her life’s work?”

  “I’m just saying – ”

  “I think what you’re really asking is, why aren’t I black-and-white? Why aren’t I 100% one way or the other? People did bad things to me and I want them to pay, so I should be the perfect, virtuous victim, right?”

  She interlaced her hands beneath her chin and batted her eyelashes to mock my notion of innocence. Then she went back to her former sardonic tone.

  “I wanted to take revenge on her, so I should hate her with every ounce of my being and definitely not have sex with her. Is that it?”

  I thought for a second. “Yeah, that pretty much covers it.”

  “I do hate most of my ex-masters with every ounce of my being. They were brutes and bastards. Tarka wasn’t as bad as the rest of them, but she still used me like a piece of meat, and I wanted my revenge.”

  “And that includes having sex with her?”

  She shrugged. “Why not?”

  “No offense, but… that’s kind of fucked up.”

  “Well, then, I reserve the right to be fucked up,” Alaria said icily.

  “Look, I – ”

  “What is this? You went along with it, so it can’t be that morally objectionable to you – so why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you?”

  She’d totally pegged me. While everything I’d just said was true to some degree, it was also a smokescreen.

  I hesitated, then dove in. “I just feel really weird that we did that, even though we’re in a relationship – ”

  “WHOA,” Alaria said as she held up one hand.

  “What?”

  “Don’t use that kind of language around me.”

  “What, ‘relationship’?!”

  “GODDESS – yes, stop saying that!”

  She seemed way more offended that I was using the ‘R’ word than the fact we’d just engaged in coerced sex under dubious consent with someone she intended to murder.

  Sigh.

  Succubi.

  But her reaction reminded me of something else.

  “Back when I first got here,” I said, “I mentioned your letter and how you said you lo– ”

  Alaria suddenly lunged forward and kissed me hard.

  I stood there in shock for a second, then melted into the kiss. We kept at it for about ten seconds until I finally wised up and pulled away.

  “You just did that to shut me up!”

  “Well, it worked,” she grinned.

  “Why can’t you just say that you lo– ”

  “WHY are you trying to ruin this?” Alaria demanded.

  “I’m not trying to ruin anything! I love you!”

  I saw a multitude of emotions play over her face: fear, sadness, feelings I couldn’t even begin to decipher.

  She didn’t say anything for a long moment. But when she did speak, she was quiet and serious. “And I meant everything I wrote in that letter.”

  “So why can’t you say it? Did your feelings change?”

  “No!” she insisted, then rolled her eyes and groaned. “Why are you making me do this?”

  “I just want to know what the hell is going on with us!”

  “What’s going on is that I’m free for the first time in my entire life. I had an incredible night with you in Abaddon, and I want to have lots more nights with you like that one – but I didn’t get out of one prison just to enter another.”

  “What are you saying?”

  She shrugged. “I want us to be able to have sex with whomever we want.”

  My heart just about seized up in my chest.

  I know she read it on my face because she rolled her eyes again.

  “For Goddess’ sake – you enjoyed yourself just now.” Then Alaria’s tone changed to seduction. “You know… there’s a whole lot more we can do with her…”

  I swallowed. “What do you mean, ‘a whole lot more we can do with her’?”

  Over in the other room, Tarka leaned into my eye-line and silently mouthed Anal.

  Then she gave an exaggerated wink with her uncovered eye and grinned like Ohhhhh yeeeaaah.

  I shuddered and stepped to the side so I couldn’t see her anymore.

  “Tell me truthfully,” Alaria said. “Would you really prefer not to have had the experience we just shared?”

  “I don’t know… that was really out there for me, Alaria.”

  She shrugged. “Well, it should be easier next time.”

  WHAT?!

  “I don’t want there to be a next time!” I insisted.

  “What do you want, then?”

  “I want us to be together – just you and me and nobody else!”

  Especially not trussed-up naked pirate chicks.

  Alaria sighed in a huff. “Humans and monogamy – if you’re not trying to control me with the collar, you’re trying to control me with your cock.”

  “I’m not trying to control you with my – it’s natural when two people lo– ”

  “Carefullllll,” she warned.

  “When two people care about each other, they just naturally want to be with each other!”

  “And we will be!” she said brightly. “Along with other people.”

  “That’s not what I want!”

  “What, you don’t want to have hot sex? You don’t want to sleep with other women? I don’t understand what the problem is. A lot of men would love the fact that they just had a kinky threesome. When are you going to tell me what you’re really afraid of?”

  I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat.

  “Never mind,” I grumbled, and turned away.

  “It’s because you’re afraid I’m going to sleep with other men, isn’t it?” she asked.

  OUCH.

  It was like she’d shoved a dagger right between my shoulder blades.

  “Look, I care about you – ”

  “And I care about you. But you forget, I’m a succubus. Sex and – caring about each other don’t go together for me. They’re two separate things.”

  “Were they two separate things with me that night in Abaddon?” I asked.

  She hesitated.

  “For the first time in my life, no,” she finally admitted. Then she pointed at the other room. “But you just had sex with Tarka. Do you love her now?”

  “No, of course not!”

  “Would you leave me for her?”

  “No!”

  “SEE?!” she said, throwing her hands up in the air.

  “Never mind. I don’t want to talk about it anymore, and we need to go up
and deal with the pirate crew.”

  Alaria sighed and touched my arm. “Look, I… I care about you. A lot. I don’t want it to be like this between us. If it makes it any easier on you, I won’t sleep with other men until we figure this out – alright?”

  My heart lightened considerably – but I still felt wary. “What about women?”

  She groaned. “You can’t expect me to be a nun. I still get to sleep with women – and I reserve the right to hate-fuck Tarka as much as I want.”

  “Screw you, you hell-wench!” Tarka yelled from the other room.

  “Eat me, bitch!” Alaria shouted back.

  “…okay,” Tarka said hopefully.

  Alaria turned back to me. “Is that an acceptable compromise for now? No men, only women?”

  “Fine,” I grumbled. “But I’m going to be monogamous.”

  “I’m not asking for that. I don’t even want that.”

  “Well, I do. You’re the only woman I want to sleep with.”

  “No more Tarka?” she asked with a mischievous grin.

  I paused for a long moment. “Did you really like that?”

  In answer, she grabbed my crotch, smashed her breasts up against me, and French-kissed me hard.

  “Okay, I guess you did,” I muttered after she broke off the kiss.

  “So maybe more sexy times later with our little pirate fuck-toy?” she asked, raising her eyebrows hopefully.

  “…as long as she says yes,” I agreed reluctantly, feeling like I was making a deal with the devil.

  I guess I was making a deal with a devil woman.

  “Oh, she’ll beg you,” Alaria assured me.

  “No I won’t!” Tarka shouted from the other room.

  Alaria walked over to her and snapped her tail like a whip across Tarka’s bare ass.

  Fwack!

  “AAH!” Tarka yelped.

  “Oh yes you will, and you’ll like it, too,” Alaria said, then walked out of the captain’s quarters and up the stairs to the upper deck.

  I shook my head in wonder at how deeply down the rabbit hole I’d fallen, and then started to follow Alaria out.

  Tarka’s voice stopped me.

  “You filthy man-whore,” Tarka snarled. “You took advantage of me. You put your nasty thing inside me.”

  I stood there staring at her, guilt and shame churning in my stomach.

  Tarka just glared at me… and then grinned.