by A. J. Markam
Those sensations, combined with her orgasmic cries, were about to push me over the edge –
So I pulled out.
She looked at me in surprise, her breasts heaving as she panted. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want to stop fucking you, but I was about to come.”
“Go ahead and come!”
“In a minute,” I said, then grinned. “I want to try something first.”
“What are you – OHHH,” she gasped as I plunged my head between her thighs and began to lick her clit.
She squirmed and twisted beneath me, pressing her hips up against my mouth as I sucked her tiny rosebud.
“OHHHH!” she cried out, basically humping my face with her pussy –
And then I crawled back up on top of her and slid my cock inside her.
“OOOOOH!” she moaned as I began thrusting inside her again. She forced her leather-clad boots into my ass, pushing me as deep as I could go. I could tell she was getting close –
And then I slid out of her again.
“NOOOOO!” she cried out in agony.
Seconds later I plunged two fingers inside her and began to stroke her g-spot as I sucked greedily at her clit.
“OH – IAN – OH – FUCK – GODDESS – OH FUCK, IAN, I’M GOING TO COME – ”
“Mm-hm,” I murmured as I continued to suck her clit.
“No, baby, you don’t – UNH – understand – I’m going to squirt – UNNNH – ”
I could tell she was holding back as much as she could, giving me time to ‘get clear.’
I kept stroking inside her with my fingers, but I raised my head up just millimeters above her clit.
“Alaria?” I whispered.
“What?”
“Come in my mouth, baby.”
And then I plunged my tongue back down on her clit.
She began screaming louder than I’d ever heard her scream in my life.
At the same time, she grabbed my hair with her hands and forced me into her pussy so hard I thought she might crush me.
But still I kept sucking her lips and stroking her g-spot.
Suddenly hot liquid streamed into my mouth and across my face. It tasted like her – cinnamon and vanilla mixed, slightly sweet, definitely spicy.
“OH – OH – OH – OH – OH – Oh – Oh – oh… ohhhhhhh,” she groaned, and finally collapsed limp beneath me, her hands falling to the bed.
I pulled up and looked at the damp spot beneath her body… saw her thighs still trembling… saw her chest heaving as she gasped.
I crawled back up on top of her and eased my way inside her.
God damn she was wet.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” she murmured, her eyes still closed.
I kissed her mouth, and she French-kissed me back.
“I like tasting you on me,” she whispered.
“Good,” I murmured in her ear as I began to move inside her.
“Babe?”
“Yeah?” I said.
“I want to do something.”
“…okay…?”
“Stand on the bed.”
I wasn’t quite sure what she had planned, but I complied.
She got into a kneeling position in front of me and began to suck me again, using both her mouth and her hand to stroke up and down my shaft. The other hand she used to cup my balls.
“Oh… babe… I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I groaned.
She pulled her mouth away and smiled. “That’s the idea. But I have a request.”
“What?”
“Put it off as long as you can.”
“I don’t know if – ohhhhh – ”
She went back to sucking me and stroking my cock at the same time.
I looked down at her – this perfect specimen of womanhood, so beautiful and sexy and loving, pleasuring me, my cock in her mouth, her eyes staring into mine and giving me a mischievous wink.
“Unnnh,” I groaned, my face contorting in pleasure and pain. “I’m getting close.”
“Leh meh know rih weh – ” she said, her mouth still around my cock.
“What?”
She popped me out of her mouth. “Let me know right when you’re almost there.”
“…okay…” I said uneasily, not quite sure what she had planned.
She went back to sucking me – deepthroating me, actually.
“Oh, fuck – babe, I’m so close – ”
She looked up at me like You’re sure?
“Oh fuck – I’m going to come – ”
She popped me out of her mouth but continued to run her tongue wetly over the underside of my head. At the same time, one soft, wet hand pumped up and down my shaft. The other hand clamped tight against my balls, increasing the pressure until I thought I would explode.
And with her tongue still licking my cock she said, “Come all over my face.”
Oh FUCK.
I screamed as I came.
Jets of white covered her face – her forehead, her nose, even her hair. She laughed in glee as I came all over her – and then, just as I was petering out, she put her mouth back on my cock to suck the last few drops out of me. I groaned in pleasure, then watched in amazement as she took her finger and wiped every last bit of my cum into her mouth, swallowing it greedily. When I was finally limp in her hand and her face was clean, she pulled me down towards the bed.
“Come lie beside me.”
“Um… okay…”
She frowned. “What’s wrong?”
I pointed at my face. “Um…”
She squinted in irritation. “You don’t mind me tasting my own juices, but you don’t want to get close to yours, do you.”
“Well…”
“Ugh. Men.”
She backed away about two feet, and then every inch of her body burst into flame. Not in a disturbing way; after all, she was a succubus. But flame roared across her entire body without consuming even one hair on her head.
She even opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, and showed me the flames dancing across it.
Then the fire evaporated with a fssss, and she was sitting there completely as she had been – but with no wetness shining on her face.
“There – all gone. Satisfied?” she said with an arched eyebrow.
“Thanks,” I grinned as I dropped down and fell with her onto the bed.
“Anything for you,” she whispered as she pressed her body against mine.
I kissed her deeply – and all I could taste was the cinnamon and vanilla I knew so well.
27
Afterwards we lay in each other’s arms.
“I’m so happy, I never want to leave,” Alaria sighed as she hugged me tightly to her.
“I gotta admit, if this is the backup plan, it’s a pretty damn good one,” I said. “But you do still want to get back into your body, right?”
“Of course… I was just saying that because I’ve missed you so much. But no, I don’t want to spend the next 500 years as a crystal.”
A loud voice suddenly shook the entire cave. “YO, I HATE TO INTERRUPT, BABY, BUT YOU NEED TO GET BACK TO WORK IF YOU WANNA GET BACK IN THAT MEAT SUIT O’ YOURS.”
“What the fuck, dude?!” I yelled as I covered up my junk. “Have you been watching the entire time?!”
“FIRST OFF, DUMBASS, NO I WAS NOT WATCHIN’. I AIN’T EVEN TRYIN’ TO SEE WHAT THE FUCK YOU WAS DOIN’ RIGHT NOW, THOUGH I GOT A GOOD IDEA. SECOND OFF, I GOT NO INTEREST IN WHERE YOU MEATBAGS STICK YOUR DANGLY BITS OR WHAT YOU PUT IN YOUR HOLES, SO EVEN IF I WAS WATCHIN’, IT’D BE ABOUT THE MOST BORING THING IN THE WORLD TO ME. RATHER BE WATCHIN’ PAINT DRYIN’. THIRD – YOU AIN’T EVEN REAL IN THERE, MAN! YO’ REAL BODY’S UP HERE SITTIN’ NEXT TO ME DROOLIN’ ALL OVER YO’SELF LIKE AN IDJIT, ALL MORONICAL ‘N SHIT! COME ON, NOW!”
I realized he had a point, no matter how indelicately he’d made it.
“Alright, alright, just give us a minute,” I griped. “How do I get out of here, anyway?”
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nbsp; “SHE GOTTA LET YOU GO.”
“Let him go?” Alaria asked fearfully.
“NOT FOREVER – DAMN, GIRL, CHILL! YOU JUST GOT TO LET HIM GO SO HE CAN SLIP BACK INTO HIS DROOLIN’-ASS BODY, DAS ALL.”
“Oh… alright,” she said hesitantly. “Can you let us say goodbye?”
“YEAH, YEAH, TAKE YOUR TIME. ACTUALLY, ON SECOND THOUGHT, DON’T TAKE YOUR TIME. NO TELLIN’ WHAT THE FUCK YOU TWO HORNY MUTHAFUCKAS’D GET UP TO IF YOU HAD ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD.”
“Fine, I’ll be right out!” I yelled.
“YEAH, YEAH…”
And then the voice was gone.
I smiled at Alaria, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her. Then I backed up a few inches. “You heard the man. Uh, dungeon core. I guess I better be going and let you get back to business.”
She grabbed my hands and kept them on my face. “Don’t go…”
“I’ll be right outside. We can take ‘breaks’ whenever you want.”
“Oh,” she said, and brightened. “That’s much better.”
“What do you think he’s going to make you do?”
“You heard him – build, bind, get bodies, and bring stuff back to life. BORING.”
I grinned. “I don’t know – it could be fun.”
“I’d love to hand it off to you, then.”
I thought about that for a second. “You’re controlling everything in here, right?”
“Yes. Well, appearances and physical reality, yes.”
“How do you do it? How’d you create this cave? Are you having to continually think about it?”
She frowned slightly as she considered the question. “No… no, it’s more like I have these powers, and once I use them, whatever I do just stays in place and I don’t have to think about it anymore unless I want to change it.”
“Do you know what the powers are? Like, what was the power to carve out the tunnel I walked through?”
“It’s hard to describe… I just know I can affect earth elements, that’s all.”
“Is there a way you can let me ‘see’ what you see? I’d love to know how you carved out the tunnel.”
“Uh… let me ask Deek. Hey, Deek!”
The dungeon core’s voice returned. “WHAT?”
“Is there a way I can let Ian see my powers?”
“NOW WHY THE HELL YOU WANNA BE GOIN’ AND DOIN’ THAT? WASTIN’ MY TIME…”
“Yes or no: can I?”
“YEAH – JUST LET HIM IN. IT’S A LITTLE MORE COMPLICATED THAN THAT, BUT YOU DOIN’ EVERYTHING INSTINCTIVELY NOW, SO UNTIL I TEACH YOU ABOUT MANA ‘N LIFE FORCE ‘N SHIT, JUST THINK ABOUT HOW YOU WANT HIM TO SEE WHAT YOU SEE AND DO WHAT YOU DO.”
“Thanks, Deek,” Alaria said.
“YEAH – DON’T BE TAKIN’ ALL DAY IN THERE, I GOT SHIT TO DO.”
“Okay.” Alaria looked at me. “You ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay… here goes…”
Suddenly there was a flash of light. When it faded and my vision returned to normal, everything had changed.
For one, there were now computer menus hovering in the air around me.
I sat up in shock. “Holy SHIT!”
OtherWorld was letting me see inside the computer controls of a dungeon core – and it was incredibly similar to my own game interface, although far more complicated.
There were a bunch of icons in their own little submenu. There were shapes outlined in glowing blue lines: squares, rectangles, circles, triangles, and what looked like a ‘free draw’ tool.
At the top of the submenu were several tabs: DESIGN was the active one, and beneath that were EARTH, FIRE, WATER, and AIR. The ‘EARTH’ tab was currently selected.
Another set of separate menus were present, although they were currently greyed-out and empty at the moment: SUMMON, BIND, RESURRECT.
Actually, that’s not true. The ‘BIND’ submenu had one icon in it: a tiny slime mold.
Like the slime mold in the cave where I found her!
Another submenu was labeled FORMS – and underneath it was a tiny icon of me, and another of Alaria, with tons of other commands.
There were also stats in the upper righthand corner of my screen:
Dungeon Core
Level 1
Health: 1000
Mana: 200,000
Life Force: 5000
Light Energy: 5000
Dark Energy: 5000
Creatable Subjects: 1
Bound Subjects: 0
Summonable Subjects: 0
Resurrectable Subjects: 0
Holy SHIT I was geeking out!
Just like Deek, Alaria apparently was crazy-overpowered for a Level 1 – but she had virtually no hit points. A Level 5 Warrior could easily destroy her crystalline form if she didn’t defend herself.
But all those stats and submenus – did they mean that ‘dungeon core’ was a playable Class, like a Mage or a Warlock?! Was the ‘Creatable Subject’ the slime mold?!
This was fucking awesome!
“You mind if I try something real quick?” I asked Alaria.
“Sure – knock yourself out.”
I selected the Circle icon in the submenu.
Suddenly EVERYTHING around me turned into a glowing grid of tiny cubic outlines in black space, like a wireframe depicted on a 50-year-old computer. The cave walls, the ceiling, the bed –
I gasped and looked over at Alaria. Only she and I remained whole and real in this strange new world.
“Yeah,” she said like she knew exactly what I was going through. “It’s weird at first, right?”
“Yeah…” I said, looking around me in awe.
I raised my right hand to see if I could touch the wall – and a glowing circle appeared in space and superimposed itself over the tiny cubes. Its outline was actually formed by cubes making up its outline.
A window appeared:
Select Beginning of Shape? Yes/No
I hit ‘Yes’ with my left hand, and suddenly my entire perspective shifted into a godlike view. I could see the room we were in, could see our bodies sitting on the bed, could see the cave all around us constructed of wireframe shapes.
I moved my right hand – and the circle extended outwards through the wire grid, forming a cylinder. A number hovered over the circle: 20.00 feet.
A new window appeared:
Select End of Shape? Yes/No
I hit ‘Yes’ just to see what would happen.
Suddenly I was back in the room again, sitting on the bed next to Alaria –
But the wall crumbled in a perfect circle, pieces of rock shattering into gravel, until a 20-foot-long, perfectly cylindrical corridor sat there in the side of the cave.
“HOLY SHIT!” I cried out, standing up from the bed in shock.
“It’s not that exciting,” Alaria said in a bored voice.
I thought it was. I had just discovered an AutoCAD-like building module inside OtherWorld, with which you could create all sorts of physical structures and shapes. In fact, I was betting that Deek’s Viennese/Florence throne room was composed entirely with that module – and probably every floor of his gigantic dungeon was, as well.
If his dungeon was an example of what this mini program could do, then the sky was the fuckin’ limit.
If Westek opened this up to the general gaming population, there were going to be thousands upon thousands of very happy Minecraft nerds.
I walked over to the tunnel and felt its smooth interior walls. It certainly felt real… though I knew it was all in Alaria’s head.
My head.
Whatever.
But this was ‘Design’ mode…
What happened if I did the same thing in ‘Build’ mode?
I tapped the ‘Build’ submenu, and suddenly I could see a wireframe model of Deek’s underground palace. There were the steps, the pedestal, the walls – all of it drawn in cubic grids. The only substantive things were my body, Deek’s crystal, and Alaria’s smaller crystal in my outst
retched hand.
I selected ‘Circle’ again and went through the entire process of selecting ‘Yes.’ This time I placed the ghostly cylinder in the wireframe wall behind Deek. When I pressed ‘Yes’ again, a third window popped up:
Build Shape via Carve Function? Yes/No
I hit ‘Yes,’ and suddenly the wireframe wall melted away.
“WHAT DA FUCK YOU DOIN’ IN THERE?!” Deek’s voice yelled. “WHO DA FUCK JUST PUT A TUNNEL THROUGH MY GODDAMN WALL?!”
Uh oh…
“Uh… sorry, man,” I called out. “I’ll undo it – ”
“DAMN IT, DON’T DO NOTHIN’, MOTHERFUCKER! I’LL FIX IT – YOU GET THE FUCK OUT HERE AND STOP CLOWNIN’ AROUND IN THERE!”
I turned back to Alaria with a look of ‘Oh shit!’
She just put a hand to her mouth and giggled.
“I guess I better – ”
“AND DON’T MAKE ME COME IN THERE AN’ GET YOU!” Deek’s voice yelled again.
Once my virtual heart had stopped racing, I turned back to Alaria. “I guess I better get going and let you get down to business.”
She stood up from the bed and looped her arms around my waist. “I wish I could just let you do this… you seem to like it…”
“I LOVE it. But I don’t want to piss off Deek, so I better say goodbye for now.”
We kissed again, soft and deep and slow –
And then I heard a very familiar, Marilyn Monroe-esque voice saying breathily, “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!”
I looked around in surprise, expecting to see Wylla flying over my head – but nothing was there. Truth to tell, the voice hadn’t seemed to come from overhead, but all around us.
“Was that Wylla?” I asked Alaria.
“Yes,” she said grumpily.
“Mistress! Is the Big Thing INSIDE you?!”
“NOT AT THE MOMENT!” Deek said, then laughed uproariously.
“Ha ha, very funny,” I said grumpily.
“GET A MOVE ON, MOTHAFUCKA – I AIN’T GOT ALL DAY!”
I reluctantly pulled myself away from Alaria’s naked body. “Alright… I guess I better get dressed.”
“Why? None of this is real anyway,” she pointed out. “Your clothes don’t really exist.”
