by A. J. Markam
The first one I had encountered was Alaria’s own past – the reason we were on a quest to kill nine of her ex-masters.
The commonality between the two women didn’t go unnoticed.
“I know how you feel,” Alaria said quietly. “I was enslaved to a series of masters who used me. Viciously.”
Sinterina turned and looked back at Alaria, her teary eyes glinting in the candlelight. “So you know the despair.”
“Yes… I’m well-acquainted with it.”
“How did you escape?”
Alaria looked over at me and smiled. “He freed me.”
Sinterina looked at me with wide eyes. “You did?”
“I… well,” I said in an Aw shucks voice, “it was the right thing to do.”
“Can you free me, as well?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Of course.”
She half-laughed, half-sobbed, and clutched her hands to her mouth. “I have dreamt of this day for years…”
“But to do that, we’re going to need your help,” I said. “We’ve got to get to your… uh, to Sinter Klaws so we can kill him.”
Calling him her ‘husband’ didn’t seem quite right.
“Of course,” she said, nodding, and started walking down the walkway again. “He is out somewhere at the moment, but I am sure he will be back shortly.”
We reached the end of the dark walkway, and Sinterina went up a small flight of steps towards a pair of wooden doors.
“We saw him out in the woods with a couple of – ” I started to say…
…and then fell silent as she pushed open the doors.
Beyond them was a palatial chalet, the likes of which I’d never seen before.
Imagine a ski lodge that the richest men in the world might have owned back in 1860’s Switzerland.
Yeah. It was pretty spectacular.
Three floors looked down on an open atrium. They were ringed with railings and bannisters made of mahogany, just like the wood paneling on the walls. A vaulted ceiling with exquisitely carved patterns looked down on glittering chandeliers. And the deep purple carpet was so plush that my feet sank almost an inch into it.
The only thing ‘off’ about the place was the giant portrait of Sinter Klaws that glared down at us from the wall. He looked just as ugly painted in oils as he had on the screen of Westek’s conference room.
“My… husband,” the young woman said with utter contempt and loathing.
“We, uh… we saw him leading a couple of reindeer back to the house,” I said, forcing myself to return to the matter at hand.
“Oh, yes – he was probably headed for the stables. Come,” she said, and took Alaria’s hand. “The best view is upstairs. We can see if he’s there from the third floor.”
The two women walked up the stairs, and I followed close behind.
What with Sinterina’s cute little derriere swaying back and forth beneath her short dress, it was all I could do not to look.
Don’t be THAT guy! I told myself. She’s suffered horrible things at the hands of that prick – don’t stare at her ass!
So I just focused on my succubus’s perfect bubble butt instead, and her devil’s tail twirling sensuously through the air.
That got me through pretty well.
We finally reached a massive bedroom with a king-sized mattress covered with a plush velvet comforter. I looked around in shock at the room – it was like something out of the Biltmore House or Versailles.
Sinterina led us to a ten-foot high window and pointed. Out in the darkness, we could see a low-lying building with a lantern in the window. The stables sat at the edge of a giant chasm, and a ramp extended from its front door out over the precipitous drop into nothingness. Oddly enough, there was a chimney in the center of it, from which smoke billowed out into the night.
“Yes, he’s out there,” the young woman said. “And he will be all night. He often stays until daybreak, plotting whatever foul treachery he can devise.”
“Somebody mentioned that he might have Baby Zeebus down there,” I said. “Do you think that’s possib– ”
“Baby Zeebus?!” she gasped, and put a hand to her mouth. “You think he’s captured Little Baby Zeebus?!”
“Uh… yeah, that’s what we were – ”
“But Baby Zeebus is the epitome of all that is good!” she cried out. “All he does is exist to give us hope, and joy – and cheese! The most wonderful cheese in the world!”
“Uh, yeah, we’ve been told that, too.”
“Sinter truly is a fiend if he has stooped so low as to kidnap the Zeebus child,” the woman moaned. “I thought his depravity knew no bounds, but this… this is beyond the pale.”
I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. “Alright, well, we should probably get down there and – ”
Sinterina clasped Alaria’s hand to her own fur-clad, low-cut cleavage. “Do you know the worst part about having to leave the village and come live here as Sinter’s wife?”
“No, what?” my succubus asked.
“Guys, we should probably get down there – ”
“Ian, don’t rush the woman,” Alaria rebuked me.
“I’m pretty sure I know the worst part of her having to come up here and be his wife,” I growled.
“No, you don’t,” Sinterina said. “It was that I lost the love of my life.”
Alaria and I stared.
“Did Sinter kill him?” I asked.
“Not him – her.”
Ohhhhhhhhh.
I noticed that Alaria’s hand was still nestled between Ms. Santa’s cleavage – held there by Sinterina’s own hand.
Ah, what the fuck.
Baby Zeebus could wait.
10
Alaria raised one eyebrow. “Tell me more.”
“She was a schoolgirl in my grade,” Sinterina said. “Marta was her name. She lived in the house two doors down from mine. We spent every waking moment together from the time we were children. At first she was merely my friend, but as we grew up together and reached the blossom of womanhood, I noticed that my feelings for her changed. I developed… a hunger to be with her. I didn’t know it at the time, but…”
Sinterina’s voice trailed away. She blushed, then whispered, “…I think I was in love with her.
“I never admitted it to myself, much less to Marta. Such passions were forbidden in my small town. Stupid religious edicts against women lying with women, and men with men… and so I buried my feelings. I never told her. But the night I walked off into the snow towards Sinter’s castle, she was the last one I hugged. She was crying bitterly… and I think, maybe in her own way, that she was telling me, ‘I love you.’”
Alaria and I stood there, spellbound.
“For years I cursed my husband – not merely for taking away my freedom, but for taking away a chance at love… true love.”
I tried again to move us towards the stables. “Well, once we kill him, we can get you back to Marta – ”
“No. She died six months after I left. Heartbreak, I tell myself, though I pray for her sake it was something else…” the young woman whispered, her eyes filling with tears again. “I wasn’t even allowed to go to her funeral. In fact, I have never been allowed to return to the village. Other than those beastly little gnomes down there, I have never seen another woman in the three years I have been here – until now.”
She looked deeply into Alaria’s eyes.
Alaria gazed deeply into hers.
I just looked back and forth between the two of them like, Oh my God – is this really happening?!
“I have wondered all my adult life,” Sinterina whispered, “what it would like to be to kiss another woman. And I… I… I wanted to ask – ”
“Yes,” Alaria said, and leaned over and kissed her.
Their lips met softly, sensually.
Both women’s eyes closed as they opened their mouths to each other.
I watched, overcome with desire, as they kissed for a long mom
ent… and then slowly parted.
“Goddess,” Sinterina whispered as her eyes fluttered open halfway, still mesmerized. “That was… exquisite.”
“Yes, it was,” Alaria agreed with a smile.
“I have… another request,” Sinterina said, and blushed almost as red as Alaria.
“Name it.”
“I… I have dreamt of touching another woman, and yet I have never had the chance.” Sinterina paused, then whispered, “…may I?”
Alaria stared deeply into her eyes. “Anywhere you want.”
I had to restrain myself from biting on my fingers and going Squueeeeeeee!
Sinterina reached out her hand tentatively and brushed her fingertips against Alaria’s stomach.
You could see the faint outline of Alaria’s abs beneath her crimson skin, but she was still soft and feminine.
Sinterina traced her fingers down Alaria’s belly, from just below her ribs to the curve of her hip.
I could see Alaria’s muscles flutter beneath the other woman’s touch.
My succubus sighed, and her eyes closed halfway.
Next Sinterina put her palm against Alaria’s cheek, and slowly traced one finger down her face… her neck… past her collarbone… and then paused, hesitating, at the top of her chest.
Sinterina swallowed nervously and looked into my succubus’s eyes.
Alaria subtly nodded ‘yes,’ and Sinterina kept going.
Her fingertip followed the curve of Alaria’s right breast, plunging down into her cleavage, which she circled gently… then down below the bra…
She paused, then cupped Alaria’s breast and played with the full weight of it in her hand.
Alaria inhaled sharply, and I saw her nipples harden beneath her bikini top.
Sinterina saw it, too, and licked her lips with desire. Her fingertip resumed its solitary path to the leather patch covering Alaria’s areola, and began to slowly trace a circle around the central point.
Alaria’s nipple hardened even more, poking out beneath the fabric.
Sinterina started breathing harder – but she didn’t do anything else.
The erotic tension in the air was maddening.
I wanted her to do more – to do anything – but she seemed too shy to continue.
Then Alaria took matters into her own hands.
She reached up, slipped off the thin straps of her top, and let them fall gently from her fingers.
Then she took Sinterina’s hand in her own and used it to peel back the top of her bra.
“Ohhhhh,” Sinterina moaned, transfixed by the sight of Alaria’s dark, cherry-colored areola.
Alaria didn’t need to guide her any further. Sinterina removed the rest of Alaria’s top, leaned over, and took Alaria’s nipple between her ruby lips.
“Ahhhhh,” Alaria sighed, and caressed Sinterina’s tangle of dark curls.
Sinterina looked transported – her eyes closed in bliss, her lips moving as she sucked.
As for me, my erection was about to rip through my pants, I was so hard.
But I didn’t dare move. I just kept watching – and was richly rewarded.
Alaria reached down below Sinterina’s breasts. At first I thought she was copping a feel, but no – she was unlacing the black corset around the young woman’s waist. It slid undone to the floor.
Then Alaria pulled Sinterina’s velvet dress down, widening the already deep neck and exposing her bare, milky-white shoulders. The sleeves slid down Sinterina’s arms, and then the entire dress dropped to the carpet.
Holy fuck was she beautiful.
Her B-cup breasts were soft and round and tipped with beautiful little pink nipples, hard and erect as the eraser on a pencil. Her belly was smooth, her waist was tiny, and between her legs was a tiny landing strip of curly brown hair. Her hips were graceful, her legs long and slender, and her ass was just… damn. Firm, round, and twice as big as I was expecting for a girl her size.
Alaria brushed aside Sinterina’s brown curls and began to massage her tits, cupping them, caressing them, lightly tweaking the nipples.
Sinterina moaned but continued to suck at Alaria’s breast, never opening her eyes.
Alaria was the one who pushed her away. Sinterina looked hurt and confused, until Alaria reached between her legs and slowly cupped her pussy.
The look on Sinterina’s face was priceless. She closed her eyes and seemed to be in agony from the way she was frowning – but the noise that escaped her mouth was pure ecstasy.
“Ohhhhhhhh…”
Alaria drew her hand away, and I could see her fingers were drenched in Sinterina’s juices.
Oh my GOD.
Then my succubus took the younger woman by the hand and led her to the bed.
I followed, my eyes big as saucers.
Alaria pushed Sinterina backwards onto the comforter. Then she lay down on top of her and kissed her deeply.
Sinterina’s hands reached tentatively around Alaria’s back and caressed her red skin… then drifted down to Alaria’s ass and grabbed on for dear life.
After a minute of French kissing, Alaria broke off and dangled her breasts right in Sinterina’s face. The young woman latched onto a nipple and sucked greedily. Alaria moaned and rocked her pelvis back and forth, like she was pleasuring herself. Then she began to lay a trail of kisses down the young woman’s body, from her neck to her chest to her belly, and then finally between her legs.
Sinterina gasped, arched her back, and spread her thighs wider as Alaria began to lap at her pussy.
First her tongue parted the glistening lips… sunk deeply inside… and then licked upwards to the little pink clit.
The young woman grasped her own breasts roughly as Alaria licked her up and down.
“Oh – oh – OH – OH – !” Sinterina cried out as the muscles in her belly began to flutter in rhythmic contractions.
“Sinterina,” Alaria murmured.
“Yes!” the younger woman whimpered.
“I want you to do something,” Alaria said, her words muffled by Sinterina’s pussy.
“Anything!”
“I want you to let Ian get undressed and join us.”
I looked over at my succubus in shock.
She winked at me from between Sinterina’s thighs.
Sinterina looked over at me in a haze of desire – but she was frowning. “I… I don’t know…”
Alaria slowly inserted two of her fingers inside Sinterina’s pussy and began to stroke her, even as she continued to lick her little pink clit. “Please?”
Sinterina’s whole body was writhing in ecstasy now. “Yes – yes, whatever you want – yes, anything, just keep doing that…”
I hurriedly shucked off my boots and set the world record for undressing.
As I stood there naked by the bed, Sinterina looked over at me… her eyes drifted down to my crotch… and her eyebrows shot up.
“Oh,” she said in surprise. “It’s pretty.”
Um…
Okay…
I’ve never been told I have a pretty wang before, but if that was what was going to get me into this threesome – sure. I’ve got a pretty wang.
Sinterina reached out one delicate hand and circled her hand around my shaft.
“Oh,” I exclaimed as she began to rub me softly up and down.
Then she cupped my balls… played with them… and began stroking my shaft again.
I just stood there in bliss, watching as Alaria went down on Sinterina while she gave me a silky-smooth handjob.
The game usually didn’t provide quests for the ‘adult’ portion of the game, but my perverted little brain went into overdrive imagining all the bad puns it could have used:
O Hole-y Night
Come All Ye Horny
She Came Upon A Midnight Clear
Piece (Of Ass) On Earth
“Alaria…” Sinterina whispered.
“Yes?”
“Ian is your lover?”
“Yes.�
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“Is it alright if I have him inside of me?”
Oh HELL YES.
Alaria laughed. “Yes. I like to share.”
She rolled away from Sinterina’s lap, and I took her place between those milky-white thighs. I slowly eased myself into position, my arms braced on either side of Sinterina’s lovely breasts, my head pausing at her swollen lips.
Alaria crawled up beside Sinterina. They began to French kiss again, and each woman fondled the other’s breasts.
“Sinterina – are you sure?” I asked.
She nodded without even looking at me. She just kept on kissing Alaria.
I sloooooowly eased myself inside that beautiful pink pussy.
Before I was even halfway in, Sinterina gasped, her eyes open wide.
“OH!”
“Are you okay?” I asked with concern. She was just the slightest bit tight, but not overly so.
“Are you alright?” Alaria asked, cupping Sinterina’s face in her hands.
Sinterina moaned. “It feels… SO GOOD.”
I sighed in relief.
Alaria laughed. “You want more?”
Sinterina nodded, a delirious frown on her face. “Yes – all of it!”
I sank all the way inside her.
“OHHHHH,” she moaned, and then basically attacked Alaria’s mouth, biting her lip and sucking greedily at her tongue.
As the two women continued to make out, I began to thrust inside Sinterina. The faster I went, the wilder she became. She began groping Alaria’s breasts and scratching her back.
Alaria loved it. She bit Sinterina’s lip and sucked on it greedily. Then she put her forehead against Sinterina’s and looked her deep in the eyes. “Will you go down on me?”
“Yes… yes,” Sinterina moaned. “But can Ian stay inside me a little longer?”
“Oh, he’s not going to stop, darling,” Alaria purred, then smiled at me. “Hey stud, pull her over to the edge of the bed and stand up while you fuck her, will you?”
I did as I was asked. I pulled Sinterina over to the edge of the bed, put my feet on the floor, and positioned Sinterina’s legs up onto my chest – all without pulling out of her.
With a conspiratorial smile at me, Alaria straddled Sinterina’s face and slowly lowered herself down.
Holy SHIT.
