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

by Eden Redd

  Jacob lifted a weak hand and beckoned the nurse closer. Adam leaned in, ears open and eyes wide.

  “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Enjoy your vacation. I’ll be here when you get back,” the older man managed through the clear mask.

  Adam took his hand and held it, “What are you talking about, I’m going with you.”

  Jacob coughed up a laugh, “I don’t think your boss is going….to let..you…”

  Adam could see Jacob looking over his shoulder. The familiar sounds of high heels clicking against the pavement filled the area. Adam turned around as the paramedics collapsed the stretcher and lifted it up, sliding Jacob into the back of the ambulance. A woman in a medium length skirt and short blonde hair made a beeline for the large nurse. Her face was a mask until she stood before him, eyes showing a restrained sorrow.

  “Irene is going to travel with Jacob to the hospital. She will get in contact with his family,” Susan said with authority.

  Adam looked over to see Irene walking past with understanding eyes. Jacob was placed in the back and the paramedics began strapping the stretcher down.

  “I should go with him. They….” Adam was cut off.

  “Adam, you work yourself to the bone for everyone here. You need to take your vacation. I will send you e-mails on his progress. Take your time; you’ve earned your rest.”

  The nurse’s hands tightened into fists at his sides. Dark thoughts touched his addled mind as he tried to keep it together. He couldn’t admit it out loud but he felt they needed him, and he didn’t want to let them down. It was so deeply ingrained that the nurse had to fight the urges to step into the back of the ambulance with Jacob and take the ride to the hospital with him.

  Susan could see the battle playing out in Adam’s eyes, “Go home Adam. Take the rest of the day.”

  Adam tilted his head forward, shadows covering his eyes, “Please keep me in the loop.”

  Susan nodded, “I will.”

  Adam turned and began walking toward the parking lot. In the front of the home, Kathy, several nurses, residents and Randy looked on to the large nurse. Adam turned to them and barely managed a smile. Randy stared, eyes trying to say he was sorry. Adam looked to him and then looked away.

  The nurse made his way to his car. Stepping in, he closed the door and inserted his key into the ignition. Friends and co-workers looked on as the car vibrated to life. Adam switched the gear into drive and slowly drove out. Everyone waved as the nurse turned onto the road and drove off. Kathy looked on with a touch of worry in her eyes.

  ***

  Adam stewed in his thoughts. The darkness he felt held him like a returning friend. It was a constant dance of trying to be positive while the stench of death crawled around the edges of the nursing home like a peeping tom. It had taken its toll and he knew it. He thought he would see the day through without an incident but instead the day slapped him in the face, reminding him of dark possibilities.

  “Jacob is fine. He’ll be there when you come back,” Adam said to himself as he drove on.

  Another voice called up from the back of his mind, whispering sweet nothings. It was the same voice he heard every time he drove home. Work had become his life and the mental scars were there even after he left. Names and faces floated by of residents he cared for. Walking into work was a crap shoot, especially when one of them passed away during the night. He pretended it was just part of the job, an event that happens to everyone at some point in their life. But deep down, it left its marks. For a time, he couldn’t sleep because of terrible nightmares. Other times, he drank a little too much to dull the pain. The nurse felt like he was having PSTD but could never bring himself to see anyone for it or take any kind of medication. It was something he had to work through and every day brought a new battle.

  Adam looked on down the street to the small green house on the block. He slowed down and pulled into the driveway. Turning off the ignition, Adam sat, eyes staring at the garage door. A gloom had taken hold and the nurse stepped out of the car. Walking to the front door, the faint whispering flowed with each step.

  Stepping into the one-story home, Adam closed the door and took in the silence. The house held a welcoming coolness as he turned, hung up his jacket and walked to the kitchen. Pulling out leftovers from the fridge, the large man began eating his fill while trying to not think about the day. The whispers invaded his blank thoughts, singing their siren song.

  Adam stopped eating a chunk of roast beef and mashed potatoes. The faint song grew louder and he knew he couldn’t turn away much longer. Memories poured into empty thoughts. The pain had gotten so bad one night. He remembered holding Evelyn as she let out her final breath. She was so frail that he feared he would crush her but it was already too late for that. She passed on and he held her until the ambulance came to cart her away. The flood of memories surged. He remembered coming home to his empty house. He attacked the liquor cabinet and drank and drank and drank, anything to ease the pain. He talked out loud to no one on how he was going to quit and do something, anything else. He laughed and cried in a drunken haze in his empty home.

  He remembered turning on the flat screen, sitting like a lump in a stupor. A commercial was on, showing a woman in a skin-tight suit and strange helmet. She turned from a normal woman into a robed mage, fighting off a skeleton horde. The robe adhered to her curves as she blasted skeletons with bolts of magic. The nurse couldn’t look away as the words “Lewd Saga” scrolled into view.

  Adam looked on recalling how the next day he got up and drove to the game store. He picked up the console, suit and helmet from the commercial. It was like he was possessed. Maybe he did need an escape from his life, even just for a little bit. Getting the system home, he set it up in his bedroom. With everything in place, he put on the helmet and activated the system.

  After that, it was like his whole life changed once he entered the virtual world. Hidden feelings and urges were accepted in the kinky game known as Lewd Saga. The normal world fell away and Adam felt like he was reborn. He thought the feeling might not return the next time he played but it did, again and again. The stress and grief slowly ebbed away as the fantasy world allowed him to be more then what he was, even for a little while.

  Weeks passed and his work improved. The stress was manageable and there was a light in the darkness of his mind. Everyone seemed to notice, and the resident’s well-being began to grow a little brighter for it.

  Adam shook off the pleasant memories and finished stuffing his mouth with food. Standing up, he made his way to his bedroom. The siren call grew deafening as his eyes took in the Mind’s Eye Gear, helmet and suit. Pulling his shirt over his head, he threw it aside before pulling down his jeans. A large hand took the suit off the chair and he slipped it on like a second skin. Blue line body sensors ran over the white suit as Adam picked up the helmet. The connected love box between his legs hummed to life. Putting the helmet on, he pressed a small button on the side. The wireless connection locked, and the edge of the helmet over his eyes glowed dark red.

  Adam lay down on his bed. Excited energy ran along his nerves as he readied himself. In reality, he was a good man trying to take care of everyone around him but in Lewd Saga, he could finally let his hair down and be the man he secretly dreamed about. With a tap of the activation button, the lights along the edge turned from red to green. Adam calmed himself as he closed his eyes. Darkness consumed his vision until a light appeared. A moment later, the light expanded and streamed past as his mind was hurtled toward the end of the tunnel. With a wicked smile, the nurse let go of reality and entered the world of Lukken once again, to claim his destiny and a bit of gold on the side.

  Two

  The prayer hall glowed with flickering torchlight. Stained glass windows stood to the right and left of the hall, moonlight casting their colored beams down on wooden pews. A lone cleric moved closer to the altar, a small metal rod with a bell at the end. Rows of candles swayed in the drafty sanctuary as the cloaked
cleric moved near, gently placing the bell over a flame and extinguishing it. Pulling away, a stream of white smoke snaked into the air and the cleric moved to the candle next to it, repeating the simple duty.

  Incense filled the cavernous hall as the cleric went about her task. Taking a moment, she turned to the altar and drank in the sensual form of her goddess. A near nude statue stood with arms out, welcoming all those seeking love. Long pointed ears poked up through straight hair, a gentle knowing smile carved into her metal form. The cleric gave the small statue a pleasant smile before returning to her work, snuffing out the candles before her evening prayers.

  One of the main doors opened and the cleric turned her eyes to the back of the hall. Silently she watched as someone slipped in and gently closed the door behind them. Still as the statue of her goddess, she watched as the man in priest robes turned his head. Even with the distance between them, she could see his boyish face on a man’s body. His hair was dark but he had a blonde curl that coiled onto his forehead. He glanced around, almost confused until his eyes connected with the cleric at the end of the prayer hall. Standing straighter, he moved with grace down the main aisle, hands at his sides and a kind grin on his lips.

  The cleric moved from the side and stood before the elven altar, head bowed but eyes on the priest she had never seen before.

  “Is there something I can help you with, Father?” The cleric asked with a soft voice.

  The priest looked on to the cleric, noticing the blonde hair framing her beautiful face. The robe she wore was thin enough to show her sensual curves, ample cleavage and pale beauty. The priest could not contain his smirk as he strode up and stopped but a few feet from her.

  “Hello cleric. I was simply taking in my surroundings. I’m new here and wanted to see the famed Statue of Vala for myself. I made the pilgrimage just so I could bask in its presence,” The handsome priest changed his smirk into a smile.

  The cleric bowed her head, “I understand. Many have come to see the statue, but Father Jaxx never told me another priest was joining our church. I would have arranged to have you see it during the day when the light is perfect for viewing.”

  The priest nodded, “I just got in an hour ago. The trip was long but I could hardly contain myself.” The priest’s eyes drifted to the cleric’s sensual hips, “I apologize, how rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Father Wulf.”

  The cleric bowed her head again, “Ilsa Purebreeze, Cleric of Vala.”

  Father Wulf took another step closer, “Pleased to meet you Ilsa.” The priest turned his eyes back to the two-foot tall statue on the altar, “Is it true it contains a drop of Vala’s essence?”

  “It is. I’m unsure why you do not feel it? All priests and priestess talk endlessly about the warm glow they feel in her presence.”

  “I’m still tired from the long journey,” Father Wulf said and stretched his arms while yawning. “Maybe tomorrow I will feel the glow.”

  Ilsa eyed the priest for a long moment before taking a few steps closer, “We could pray together? I’m sure after your long journey, feeling Vala’s love will only help you sleep soundly.”

  Father Wulf looked the cleric up, down and back to her nearly innocent eyes, “I might be too tired for…prayer.”

  Ilsa reached out and took the priest’s hand. Bringing it up, she clutched it to her warm cleavage and kept her gaze steady, “So strange that you would not want to pray. Are you a new priest or do you prefer to pray with men?”

  Father Wulf’s eyes widened for a moment before regaining his smooth composure, “No, I prefer to pray with beautiful women, like you. I really like praying with someone like you.” Father Wulf’s eyes turned to the small statue again, “I don’t want to take you away from your duties.”

  Ilsa stepped closer, the priest’s hand firmly between voluptuous breasts, “I was almost finished with my duties before attending to my prayers with the other clerics but I would be remiss if I didn’t attend to your saintly needs. You have come such a long way and Vala would be cross with me if I didn’t show you her light.”

  “Do you pray every night with your fellow clerics?” Father Wulf said as he eyed the blonde beauty.

  “We pray several times a day and during the night. It is necessary to remain connected to the goddess but you know this?” Ilsa said as her brow wrinkled in confusion.

  Father Wulf puffed out his chest, “I do know this, I’m just making sure you’re faithful to Vala and following her teachings. You’re doing very well.”

  Ilsa blushed, “Thank you, Father. Please sit down so we may pray together.”

  Father Wulf looked around for a moment. Ilsa pulled him by the hand to the pew in the front row and gently sat him down. The priest eyed the cleric and she knelt down. Father Wulf noticed the pews were like ones in a Catholic Church but the knee cushions were under his legs and closer to the seat. As Ilsa knelt down, she placed her knees on the cushioned leather, in between the priest’s legs.

  The priest said nothing as he watched the blonde beauty worked to undo his leggings with expert skill. A moment later, his half hard manhood spilled out and the cleric ran her fingers along its veiny shaft.

  “Do you prefer me disrobed?” Ilsa asked innocently.

  The priest eyed her and smiled, “Undo your top.”

  Ilsa nodded and pulled down the robe from her slender shoulders. Father Wulf stared down as large firm breasts bounced, defying gravity. Pink nipples pointed against her creamy skin and the priest’s manhood bounced in approval.

  “You’re beautiful,” Father Wulf said with a hungry edge.

  “Please gaze upon Vala first before you gaze upon me,” Ilsa said and lowered her lips as she held up his manhood.

  Father Wulf looked up and wet sensations flowed like warm wine. Flexing his fingers, he resisted the urge to put a hand on her head as it bobbed in long strokes. A stupid smile bloomed on his lips as he eyed the statue, the cleric’s head bobbing at the bottom edge of his vision. Wet sounds rose up as Father Wulf rested his arms on the back of the pew and gripped it.

  A small flaming light appeared over the cleric. The priest eyed the golden flame as his hips moved slightly, his manhood disappearing beyond tight lips. The flame burst again into a small glowing woman with clear insect wings. They fluttered into a blur as she crossed her arms and gave the priest a disappointed expression. She hovered, wearing only a simple golden short skirt and bikini top. Bare feet pointed down as she moved gently from side to side.

  The priest loosened his grip on the pew and silently pointed to the statue. The fairy’s lip curved downward, turned her head and stuck out her chin. The cleric kept her eyes and head down as she deep throated Wulf’s cock. The priest made an angry grunt as he pointed to the statue and shook his finger. The fairy turned an eye and then an evil grin. She opened her mouth and bobbed her head up and down in a mocking manner. Father Wulf looked to her incredulously as he let out an annoyed grunt.

  Ilsa pulled her head back and held the priest’s cock an inch from her lips, “Are you enjoying the prayer?”

  Wulf looked down, “Oh yea, you’re doing great. I sometimes like dirty talk…during prayer.”

  Ilsa nodded, “Please talk anyway you wish.” The cleric smiled and went back to her holy duty.

  Wulf turned his eyes back to the golden fairy, his brow forming a hard V, “Yea, you better get it.”

  The fairy shook her head in defiance.

  “You better fucking work for it. Get it. Get it now!”

  The cleric upped the tempo, her lips tightening. Wulf tried to concentrate but the cleric played him like an instrument. Fingers flexing once again, he fought down the primal urges while eying the fairy.

  “Don’t be a bitch! Just get it!” Wulf growled.

  Ilsa looked up with wide eyes.

  The priest looked down, “Sorry, is ‘bitch’ too strong?”

  Ilsa pulled her lips from his cock, “No, it’s actually refreshing. Please keep going,” the cleric
gulped in air before wrapping her lips around his steel hard member again.

  Wulf turned his attention to the fairy again, “You will never suck this cock again unless you do as you’re told so you better fucking get on with it.”

  Ilsa moaned as she upped the tempo. The fairy grabbed her sides as her shoulder shook silently in laughter. The priest’s blood began to boil as something pushed at his loins for release. He pointed again at the fairy and then to the statue. The tiny fairy wiped a tear from the corner of her eye before turning and sticking her butt out. She floated closer to the statue of Vala and circled around it.

  “Yea, that’s it. Keep doing that,” Wulf said as he eyed the fairy.

  The little fairy floated down to the bottom of the statue. There were four gray bolts connecting the statue to the altar. Touching her chin, she studied the bolts. Wulf kept his gaze as hard as his manhood. Ilsa continued to bob on Wulf’s member, suckling and teasing for the priest’s seed to shoot into her throat. The fairy started to draw golden runes in the air. Once she finished, the runes faded away and bolt turned on its own until it fell off. The fairy dived down and caught it before it hit the floor.

  “Yes! Keep doing that!” Wulf seethed.

  The fairy gently laid the bolt down and floated back up to the base of the statue. Ilsa tasted pre-come as she pressed her firms breast to the priest’s inner thighs. She moaned loudly as Wulf kept his gaze steady on the fairy drawing another set of runes in the air.

  “Keep it up. I’m almost there,” Wulf heaved.

  The golden fairy continued to draw runes and one after the other, bolts turned and fell away. She dived down to catch them and lay them down without a sound. When the last rune faded from the air and the last bolt finished unscrewing, Wulf gripped the edge of the pew as the pressure from within grew too much.