Lewd Saga Omnibus: 7 Book Collection: An Epic Digital Fantasy Adventure of Lust, Love and War

by Eden Redd

  Jayson smiled, “I think the Mind’s Eye gear directly stimulates pleasure centers and can mimic effects similar to things in reality. I feel a slight buzz coming on myself.”

  “Maybe a few more drinks. I want to see how drunk I can get,” Lance said as he guzzled down the remainder in his mug.

  Sonja turned and leaned against the bar once again, her round ass barely contained by her skirt. Jayson’s eyes fell to her rump and stared for a long moment.

  “I think she is doing it on purpose,” Lance whispered.

  “She could be comfortable around us,” Jayson whispered back.

  “What a fine specimen for a human,” came a voice from a nearby table.

  The three knights turned their eyes to a round table, four dark elves in leather armor gazing at Sonja’s behind. All of them had white hair and dark purple skin. Swords and daggers hung from their belts. The one that spoke wore an eye patch. Standing up from his chair, he waltzed around the table and approached Sonja. He stopped about two feet away, dark hand on his chin and one eye gazing at her bottom.

  Sonja turned around and rested her elbows on the bar, eyes drinking in the handsome dark elf.

  The dark elf continued, “Please turn back. I want to consider using you to sheath my dagger for the evening.”

  Sonja kept her cool but Jayson and Lance stood up straight, glaring at the rude dark elf. The blue knight put up her hand and smirked at the elf.

  “Why would I sheath a dagger when I would rather have a sword,” Sonja said with a wicked smirk.

  The dark elves at the table grunted out laughs. The dark elf before the blue knight simply smiled wider. Jayson eyed the group and knew in his heart they could take them. Lance stood at the ready, waiting for any hint things may go south.

  “What a lovely mouth you have. I’m sure my men and I can fill it. That is the sad thing about humans. Your voices can be irritating but when something is stuffed in mouths, you make such wondrous whimpers.”

  Sonja stared at the elf with half closed eyes, “I’m sure there is enough cock between you and your men that you don’t need me. Your men seem the jealous types. Besides, you couldn’t handle a woman, let alone a human one.”

  The elf looked over Sonja’s curves, “My name is Captain Bellok. You should know my name when you’re screaming it.”

  Sonja kept her uninterested gaze on the dark elf for a few seconds before speaking, “Who are you again? Oh, that’s right; you’re nothing but words on the wind.”

  The blue knight turned her back to him and picked up her mug, taking a swig. The dark elf’s lips curled into restrained rage. Hands bolted forward and yanked up Sonja’s skirt, revealing her naked bottom. Jayson was moving, fingers curling into a fist but something blue flashed before his eyes. Sonja spun around with elbow out. The point struck the dark elf right across the jaw, sending him flying sideways and bouncing twice on the floor.

  Bellok sat up as Sonja turned to him, pulling down her skirt and crossing her arms. The other dark elves were on their feet, rushing the bar. Lance and Jayson turned and crossed the short distance between them. Fists flew as a brawl exploded. The entire room erupted into chaos as tables were turned and fists were thrown. Bellok was onto his feet and rushing the blue knight. Sonja side stepped and drove her elbow into his back, sending him crashing into the bar.

  Jayson let out an enthusiastic yell as he threw his entire body into the fray. No weapons were drawn but bodies smashed and bashed into each other. The bartender had a crossbow in his hands, pointing it at the melee of bodies but not pulling the trigger. Lance moved like water, blocking and tripping anyone one close to him. Jayson swung with powerful fists, knocking out a dark elf and getting jumped by two more. Sonja eyed the captain as he was back on his feet. Rage fueling him, he charged. The blue knight judged the distance and brought her booted foot straight up. The heel hit his chin so hard that his entire slender body went up and over the bar, crashing into the bottles lining the back wall. The blue knight smiled as she turned back to the carnage.

  Jayson was having the time of his life. Blood on fire, he swung fist after fist in rapid succession. Lance let out a yawn as a lizard man swung with scaled fists. The white knight blocked or dodged like he had all the time in the world. When the lizard man hissed in frustration, the white knight brought his palm up, knocking the lizard man back into the crowd.

  A bright blue flash filled the room, blinding and disorienting everyone. Jayson tried to fight off the triple vision and wavy lines. Turning, his vision slowly restored. Behind the bar was a woman next to the bartender. She held potions in her hands while another man hauled up the dark elf captain and threw him over the bar to the wooden floor.

  “That is enough!” The woman shouted. “Who is going to pay for all the damages?”

  The crowd’s fury died immediately. Mulling about, everyone looked like a sad child to a strict parent.

  Sonja tapped the moaning Bellok with her boot, “This rude elf started it.”

  Captain Bellok shook his head and slowly stood up. Turning to the bar, he bowed on shaky footing.

  “I will pay for the damages,” The elf said in a low voice before stumbling back to his men.

  The woman nodded. The broken furniture blinked for a moment before everything returned back to normal. Jayson looked on, wanting more of the heat of battle. Lance and Sonja moved to the bar and drinks were served. The crowd returned to their places and the murmur of conversations filled the main room. Jayson was the only one standing, fingers curled into fists and eyes searching for at least a little trouble.

  Lance moved from the bar and curled an arm around him, leading him back with him, “There will be plenty of bar fights in the future.”

  “I know but this was my first one. I wasn’t finished,” Jayson said in a mock sad tone.

  “I know…I know…” Lance said reassuringly.

  Sonja patted Jayson on the shoulder as the three knights picked up their drinks and toasted.

  ***

  The evening wore on. Soon the inn erupted into song as drinks flowed and cheeks reddened. Jayson hardly drank in real life but here in the game, he felt like he was going to crash onto the floor. Sonja was having a splendid time, guzzling down ale and pressing her firm breasts into Jayson and Lance’s face. The two knights did not mind at all as her hands caressed and touched them any chance she could. Several times, the knights had their own hands on her waist or fingers running down the curvature of her ass. Sonja shined a bright smile, talking as if she didn’t even notice.

  Vision and motor skills turned sloppy. Jayson may have said they should all go to bed. Lance whispered “Together”, while Sonja laughed. Dalya and Luk took hold of their knights. Dalya reached out with a free hand to take Sonja’s hand.

  The climb up the stairs was painfully slow. The elf with the golden hair led Lance down the hall to his room. The door swung open and Luk took him in, closing it behind them. Dalya was holding Jayson up as Sonja tried to insert her key into the lock. After ten tries, she pushed the key in and unlocked the door.

  “Are you going to be alright?” Jayson’s words a bit slurred.

  “I should be fine. I already feel like I’m sobering up. I think the effects of the drinks are short,” The blue knight smiled.

  Drunken bravery roared under Jayson’s skin, “I could come in with you. Make sure there are no bad guys in the room.”

  Sonja eyed him with kind eyes, “Thank you but not yet.”

  Jayson nodded, “Okay.”

  The blue knight blew him a kiss, stepped into her room and closed the door behind her. Dalya whipped her tail around and helped her lord walk down the hall. The knight wondered why the hall was so long. He should have reached his room by now. A door to his left stood ajar, light spilling out into the hall.

  The knight stepped closer, eyes peering in. A large bed took up the middle of the room. A large and shapely woman sat on the edge. Light blue colored her skin as she sat with her hands folded. Jayson s
topped and stared, not taking his eyes off her long bright pink hair and curvy form. A thought came to mind and the knight thought she looked like a feminine troll. She had a similar look to the trolls he encountered in the forest but much more beautiful. Her ears were pointed and her face was sculpted with beautiful fine lines.

  A white haired and dark-skinned elf stepped into view, blocking the female troll on the bed. Jayson instantly recognized the eye patch and gave a drunken smile. The dark elf growled and slammed the door shut.

  The knight stood in the hall, holding his concubine. With a shrug, they moved on to his room. The kitra opened the door. Jayson stumbled forward to the bed. Palm touching his chest, his armor and clothes disappeared before he touched the soft bedding. Closing the door behind them, Dalya sauntered over and turned her lord onto his back. Purring, she moved him into the bed and climbed on top of him. Fingers taking hold of his half hard cock, she stroked him while pressing the tip against her wet bikini bottom.

  Jayson fought through haze. Dalya grinned as he hardened fully to her touch. Pulling the fabric aside, she pressed his cock to her wet opening. Gravity taking over, she sank down inch after inch onto him. Jayson didn’t move as the concubine moved her hips, grinding on him. Images of Sonja faded in and out but soon the pink haired troll invaded his thoughts. There was something about her but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

  Dalya undid her top, freeing her bouncing breasts. Cat ears flexing, she pressed her breasts to her lord’s face, forcing a nipple into his mouth. The knight let out a happy grunt as he licked and suckled. The kitra writhed on her lord, pleasing him any way she could.

  ***

  Sonja sat on the edge of her bed, looking around the room. A lone lantern glowed in the corner. Small bedside tables stood on each side of the bed and a lone painting hung on a wall. There was no bathroom but the blue knight wondered why she would even need one here.

  Despite sobering up, the knight felt the blood pumping through her veins. The fight only seemed to dial her senses up to eleven. Thoughts of Jayson and Lance floated into her mind as she sat in the bed. She wanted nothing more than to invite both men into her room and have a wild night, all night. Hand tightening, she still couldn’t understand the hesitation.

  “It’s because of mom. She drilled all these bad thoughts about sex into our head,” Sonja said out loud to no one but herself.

  Sighing, the player fell back onto the bed. She wanted nothing more than to be free of those heavy thoughts. In reality, she would cover up and treat all men as if they were going to take advantage but here, everything was different. Here she could be her own person and take whatever lover she desired. She found the monsters here sexy and her favorite fantasy was being taken but what she felt for her fellow knights was different.

  Fingers drifting down, one hand pulled up her skirt while another pressed along her wet valley. A finger grazed her clit and a wave of heat flowed up her stomach and into her thighs and arms. Pressing and rubbing, she looked to the comfort she always sought when she was alone. That blissful feeling of being complete and satisfied lurked under her skin, ready for release.

  The knight made slow steady strokes, running fingers over her throbbing clit and inserting into her tight valley. Body relaxing, she moved with practiced ease. Mouth open, she took in deep breaths as she played her personal song of pleasure. Even in the world of Lukken, being able to be herself was freeing and stoked the fires of lust. Upping the rhythm, she moved her hips to her touch, nearly begging for that release.

  Body writhing, the side pouch to her belt opened and something rolled out. At first Sonja didn’t notice until a low green light filled the room. Distracted, she stopped strumming her melody and turned on her side. Something oval glowed as it rolled and fell off the bed. The knight moved to the edge of the bed and peered down. The oval seed rolled to the middle of the floor and stopped, glowing an eerie green.

  The knight stared, unsure what to make of it. She reached down to pick it up when it split in half. Hand stopping inches away, a small green ball pulsed and trembled. Sonja stared as the ball unfolded to form a small ball of tentacles. Staying on her stomach, she watched as the tentacles pulsed and grew. The tendrils merged and shifted as they grew bigger and bigger. It was the size of a small dog and then it grew to the side of the night stands. A humanoid body emerged as vines coiled and merged to form arms and legs.

  Sonja was up on her knees as the thing grew taller. The green body turned a light brown. Outlines of muscles pushed against skin as a slender body took shape. Thin little tentacles rose up from the bald head, turning a forest green and forming into long hair. Eyes and a mouth appeared. The eyes were closed shut while the mouth was a thin line. A pointed chin formed and the shoulders squared out to make the body T shaped.

  The blue knight stayed on her knees, eyes filled with astonishment as she stared at a fully formed plant man in her room. His oval eyes opened and they gazed at the blue knight on her knees on the bed.

  “Sylas,” Sonja said out loud.

  A male angel appeared, floating in the air next to the bed. “Yes Sonja?”

  “What is he?” The knight asked as she pointed at the slender brown man with green hair.

  The angel nodded, “He is a dryad. They are forest folk, part fairy and part plant. Most often they take female form but male forms have been seen from time to time.”

  “Are they dangerous?” The knight asked as her hand went to her sword.

  “Only if provoked,” the angel said simply.

  Sonja pulled her hand away from the pommel of her blade, “Thanks.”

  “My pleasure,” the angel bowed, and disappeared.

  The dryad looked at his own arms and body. Sonja kept her hands to her sides, open and empty. She marveled at his body. It was just the type she liked, lean and muscular with a swimmer’s build. She thought back to the plant creature she watered and wondered if this was some kind of reward.

  The dryad turned his attention to Sonja, eyes meeting hers. Silently he stepped forward. The knight’s eyes fell to his member as it swung between his legs. Veins appeared along the shaft as it started to hardened.

  “Hold on, we should talk,” The knight said with wide eyes.

  From the dryad’s back, vines emerged. It took three steps and knelt down beside the bed, oval eyes drinking in Sonja’s form. The vines moved like tentacles. One reached up and caressed Sonja’s neck, sending a warm shiver down her spine. Thoughts spun on, wondering if he could be her first concubine. Sitting on her ankles, more vines touched her skin where it showed. The vines were soft as they rolled over skin.

  “Do you have a name?”

  The dryad continued on, not responding. A vine moved along her inner thigh. A bloom of heat caused Sonja’s cheeks to turn pink. She reached down and took hold of the vine, stopping it from moving further up her leg. The knight held the vine in her hand for only a moment. She knew if this was going to be her concubine, she had to unlock it.

  Letting go of the vine, the dryad looked to her innocently as the vine continued up her thigh. Sonja let out a gasp as the tip touched her wet lips and stroked her throbbing nub. Shoulder’s relaxing; she pressed her palm to her chest. Armor and clothes faded from view. The dryad’s eyes widened as Sonja stayed on her knees, naked.

  Nipples pointed as several more vines curled around her. Sonja thought to her kinks and one of them came to mind. The vines wrapped around her wrists and ankles. She moved but they tightened. Struggling, she tried not to smile as the dryad stood up and crawled into bed. It moved her body, picking her up and laying her down hard. The blue knight struggled, gasping and staring at the dryad. The monster’s brow formed a strong V as it peered between her legs. Vines pulling her legs apart, Sonja gasped again as it kneeled down between her legs.

  The dryad brought its face down between the knight’s thighs. Sonja lifted her head to see a pointed tongue snake out of its mouth and caress her thin line. The tongue moved over her small tuft of blue ha
ir as it pressed against her nearly dripping pink valley. The more she struggled, the more wetness seemed to run down the bottom curve of her ass. Vines touched and wrapped around pointed nipples. Blissful sensations filled Sonja’s body as she struggled.

  The dryad seemed to ignore her, licking her and swirling around her raised clit. It was all too much as she gasped and yelped, barely able to hold back the tide. Moving her hips, she pressed her valley to his tongue, moving to his rhythm. The heat and excitement was too much. The knight bit her lip as an orgasm roared up her nerves. Explosions went off and the knight writhed as warm wet bliss filled her being.

  A lock appeared above the dryad and unlocked with a flash. It faded from sight as Sonja licked her lips. The dryad pulled away as if it woke up for the first time.

  “Don’t stop,” Sonja whispered.

  Lust filled the monster’s oval eyes. Vines held her down as it continued to slather at her pulsating valley. Lifting her head, she could see how hard he was. The dryad seemed to read her mine because he pulled back his head and moved closer, his cock like a threatening spear. Tongue slipped out once again to lick at her pointed nipples. Thin hips moved in between Sonja’s creamy thighs, the tip of his head touching her quivering line and a moment later, spreading her lips wide.

  Sonja felt her inner walls push aside to accommodate him. A scream was caught in her throat as her eyes went wide. Long breathy gasps filled the room as the monster sunk down to the hilt. A vine snaked in between them, caressing her clit while his cock throbbed inside. Sonja thought that maybe it would be rough since it was part plant but she was happily surprised that it was smooth to the touch.

  “You are my lady. I am here to serve,” The dryad whispered as he moved his hips.

  Another orgasm blinded her senses. Unable to speak, she whimpered to his gentle but full thrusts. Clutching with her thighs, bodies flexed to each other in a seductive embrace raising the temperature in the room a few degrees.

  Gathering her wits, Sonja smiled and gazed at the dryad between her legs. “Feed me your come,” The knight demanded simply.