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

by Eden Redd

  Renner and Vass winced as Betti drove her elbow into the golem’s chest. The guardian was laid out onto its back and the troll was already on him. Wetness dripping down her inner thighs, she took hold of the metal cock and bent it up. The golem tried to get up but the troll slammed her hand against his chest and slammed her hips down on its cock. Lustful madness had taken hold of the troll as she slammed her powerful hips up and down. The golem’s red eyes were wide as it received a pounding from the sex driven troll. Cracks formed along the guardian’s hips as Betti continued, her passionate rhythm taking over.

  “I think we should get to the treasure room,” Renner said as he winced again.

  “I second that motion,” Vass winced alongside him, as the golem’s hips cracked further.

  The two rogues and fairy turned and bolted toward the dark corridor once again, the smashing and screeching of bent metal filling the dungeon with its not so gentle song.

  Eleven

  The two rogues stood before the two massive iron doors. In the distance, they could hear crashing and moans storming on with depraved indifference. Renner stepped closer to the doors. Runic symbols etched in the metal slowly glowed to life. Purple light grew brighter as the rogue eyed the patterns and lines. Vass stood slightly behind her follow rogue as Gylda fluttered about over their heads.

  “This looks complicated,” Vass said simply.

  Renner rubbed his chin, “I’ve never stolen from a dragon but I have encountered these types of magical locks before. They’re like combination locks. You have to get the pattern in the correct sequence before it will open.”

  The rogue turned his head and smirked at the elven rogue, “Piece of cake.”

  “I’ll have to take your word for it,” Vass smirked back.

  Renner turned his attention back to the glowing runes, “Gylda, do your magic.”

  The golden fairy whizzed back and forth over the sets of runes over and over again. Golden dust touched the purple runes and they flared to life. After a few more passes, three different colored combinations glowed, one red, one blue and one green. Renner eyed them and touched his chin as if deep in thought.

  “If I just used my lock picking skill, dozens of combinations may appear. Thanks to my luck fairy, she can narrow down the choices. Now I have to use my skills to narrow it down even further,” Renner said and cracked his knuckles, “Now to refine the choices.”

  The player activated his Lock Picking Skill. The green combination flared and then faded away, leaving the red and blue runes.

  “Now to cut the red wire or the blue wire,” Renner said.

  “You can’t refine it down to one?” Vass asked.

  Renner shook his head slightly, “No, that would be too easy. This is where my luck skill will come into play.”

  Vass watched with intensity as Renner lifted a hand, “What if you’re wrong?”

  Renner’s hand hovered over the red runes, “Likely a trap will set off. I have to get this right on the first try.”

  The rogue eyed the runes as his hand hovered over the red. Every movie he saw taught him to cut the blue wire. He had no idea if it would translate into the game of Lewd Saga. Uncertainty filled his heart as he moved his fingers closer. The sounds in the distance caused a memory to float to the top of his mind. Picturing Betti blue body having her way with the golem sent a shiver down his spine. The thought brightened and the rogue smiled to himself. Moving his hand, he ran fingers over the blue runes each in turn. When he touched the final rune symbol, something clicked and clanked.

  Vass and Gylda moved back as Renner stayed where he was. The clanking sounds grew louder until the massive doors cracked and opened. Renner lifted up a hand and patted himself on his shoulder. Vass stood side by side with her fellow rogue, a sly smile on her lips.

  “How did you know?”

  Renner turned to the beautiful elf, “Trade secret,” and winked.

  Each rogue took hold of each door and pulled. The heavy iron doors swung open and glittering light shined outward. Dazzled, the two rogues stepped into the vast room filled with stone pillars. Covering every inch of floor, gold, gems and jewels sparkled back. Renner and Vass stepped in further, coins shifting under their boots. Wide smiles beamed as they took in the treasure hoard before them. It was like every story book ever told about a dragon’s lair. Misshapen mounds rose and fell with golden coin and precious gems. Gold statues lay tilted or stood straight up among the hills of treasure. Magical orbs of light lit up the dragon’s chamber in magnificent brilliance.

  Vass stepped in and took a handful of jewels and stuffed them into her side pouch, “I doubt he will miss some of these.”

  Renner smiled as he lifted up gold coins and jewels, “I know we’re not here for this but we do have expenses. Take some and let’s keep moving. Job isn’t done yet.”

  The rogues moved over the dragon’s hoard, picking up large gems and stacks of coins until they reached another set of double doors. Four giant runes, two on each door, stood out against the grey doors. Above them, four crystals were embedded in the stone. The runes glowed to life as did the four gems. One was blue, another red, the third one was black and the fourth was yellow. The area hummed with powerful magic as the two rogues stood before it, awed by its power.

  “Let’s try it again, Gylda,” Renner said confidently.

  The fairy whizzed past the runes back and forth. When she stopped, all three of them looked to the runes but nothing happened.

  Renner’s eyebrow went up, “Did you do it right?”

  Gylda crossed her arms as she hovered, “Of course I did. This isn’t my first time you know.”

  “This one might be a tricky one,” Renner said as he studied the four runes.

  Vass looked up at the crystals, “I’m guessing if you get it wrong, those crystals are going to blast us with magical attacks.”

  “You would be right,” Renner sighed as his mind worked on the problem.

  “We could follow the order of the crystals above?”

  Renner shook his head, “Too easy. Plus, we don’t know how many times we have to touch the symbols. It could be like three red, five yellow….you know what I mean.”

  “Then the combination must be nearby. We can’t have come all this way just to turn back.”

  Renner nodded, “Gylda, fly around and see if there is anything with these types of markings.”

  The fairy zipped off like a dart. Vass eyed the strange runes. They were clean and well carved into the door, their glow ominous. Renner stepped closer, eyeing the markings, his mind working overtime. The puzzle seemed so simple but he knew deep down that if they got it wrong, they were never getting inside. The pressure began to mount as time ticked on. If they stayed much longer, their chances of success would dwindle with each passing moment.

  Gylda flew back and hovered over Renner’s shoulder, “I checked everywhere but nothing even comes close to those symbols.”

  “We could try a combination and see what happens?” Vass said throwing her arms in the air.

  Renner remained silent as he studied the symbols. Thoughts crept into his mind like a thief in the night. The glowing runes were too pristine, almost like they were never touched. Raising his gaze, he stared at the four crystals over the door. Narrowing his eyes, the rogue could just barely make out strange markings around the glowing crystals.

  “Gylda, can you go up there and look at the crystals.”

  The fairy looked and floated upwards. When she was within a few feet, she eyed the glowing crystals. Thick groves were curved around them. They were asymmetrical and didn’t look like anything she had seen before. Hovering closer, she ran a tiny hand over one of the grooves.

  “There are strange markings around each of the crystals,” the fairy shouted back.

  Renner kept his eyes on the fairy, “Do they look like claw marks?”

  Gylda eyed them and nodded, “Yea, big claw marks.”

  Renner nodded and pulled his crossbow from his cloak,
“Get down here. I’m going to try something.”

  “What are you going to do?” Vass asked as she watched the rogue lift up the crossbow and aim.

  “Something crazy. If anything bad starts to happen, get out of the castle as fast as you can. The job will be over and I will see about compensating your time.”

  Vass looked at the rogue and smiled, “No, we’re in this together until the job is done.”

  Renner smirked, “Alright, your funeral.”

  Renner closed an eye and aimed at the first red crystal. With a smooth exhale, he squeezed the trigger. A crossbow bolt fired off. The point hit the red crystal and it shifted back in its socket. The glow died but nothing else happened.

  “Are we dead?” Gylda said with her hands over her eyes.

  Renner reloaded and aimed, “I think we’re going to be rich.”

  The rogue fired off one after the other until all four crystals sunk into the stone wall above the double doors. Clicking and the sound of shifting metal rumbled from hidden mechanisms. The glowing runes dimmed and the doors opened of their own accord. When the doors stopped moving, the rogues and fairy stepped forward.

  A vast library opened up before the players. Books and tomes covered walls as orbs of light blinked to life. The smell of ancient books assaulted the rogues as they stepped in and marveled at the immense collection. The air vibrated with knowledge as the shelves dripped with magic and spectral auras. A long table sat in the middle of the room with a big comfortable chair. A small treasure mound of gold and gems lay before it. Red carpet covered the rest of the floor and thick finely carved shelves ran all along the walls.

  “Let’s get started,” Renner smiled as the names of two books floated into his mind’s eye.

  Vass stood by her fellow rogue, “I hope Rekt started his distraction. This is going to take a while.”

  The three of them split up, each taking a shelf. Hearts beating with wild excitement, they began their work. Renner checked title after title and a sense of foreboding sank into his heart. Luck cast its dice and rolled ones. A terrible chill crawled along his nerves as he tried to stay on task while not thinking what he may have unleashed.

  Twelve

  The door opened slowly. Shallor grinned as he held out his hand, pointing an open hand into the dark room. Rekt eyed the smiling fat man. Stepping in, the orc looked around as dim moonlight peeked through almost drawn curtains. The pale glow showed a room of extravagant finery. Art hung on walls while many jewel pieces gleamed from glass cases. An oversized bed took up the middle of the room. Its canopy curtains tied to tall posts. The orc had a sinking feeling as the dragon in human skin closed the door shut.

  “This is one of my special rooms for royal guests. They do like to be around expensive tastes. Do you like it?” Shallor said with an excited giggle.

  The orc kept his back to the host and simply nodded.

  Shallor stepped in, passed the large orc and sat on the edge of the bed, “You are of so few words. The mystery is intoxicating.”

  Rekt stood like a heaving, beefy statue.

  Shallor continued to smile, “I’m sure you know that I’m prepared to work with your partners. Gold is not a concern. You shall be paid handsomely for your efforts but I do require….a taste of your skills.”

  Rekt remained silent, eyes dark.

  Shallor’s eyes dropped to the orc’s large bulge, “A show of commitment may be in order….if you know what I mean.”

  Rekt was still for a long moment. Big hands reached down and he undid the straps to his leggings. Shallor sat on the edge of the bed, his smile growing broader. When the orc pulled the last strap, the leggings slid down and his orchood rolled out and swung from side to side.

  Shallor’s beady eyes became completely round, “My my, you are talented.”

  Rekt kept his face blank as Shallor licked his lips.

  “We should seal our agreement after I have a closer inspection….” The smiling fat man slid off the bed and onto his knees.

  A hard knocking vibrated outward, breaking the quite mood. The front door trembled as the knocking was quick and frantic.

  Shallor kept his eyes on the prize, “I’m working!” he shouted.

  “My lord, you asked me to come to you if there was anything strange happening,” said a frantic voice on the other side of the door.

  Shallor leaned closer toward the half hard, hanging green member, “Well, is there anything strange happening?”

  The door stood silent for half a breath, “Yes my lord, there is.”

  Shallor’s shoulders sank as he let out a sigh. Standing up, he eyed the orc, “I’m sorry but we must conclude our business at another time.”

  Rekt reached down and stuffed his orchood back in his leggings with a mental sigh of relief. Shallor moved to the door and opened it. A steward stood at the entrance and guards crowded behind him. Shallor turned slightly, eyes drinking in the orc but only for a moment.

  “It would seem things moved a little quicker than I anticipated. So sorry I must leave you like this but duty calls. The guards will escort you to the dungeon where you can rest up before we conclude our business….in a private setting.”

  Rekt raised an eyebrow.

  “Subdue him but no cuts. I want to enjoy him later,” Shallor said and moved past the steward and guards.

  The bodies filling the corridor parted as the fat man walked through them. The steward followed while the guards moved in and blocked the doorframe.

  The orc looked at them and then to the curtained window. With three steps, he was at the window and pulling the curtains aside. Large iron bars filled the window against the moon’s light. Rekt turned and faced the guards as they poured in slowly, blunted maces drawn.

  Rekt reached into a belt pouch and pulled out an earring cuff. With one smooth motion, he hooked it to his ear. The guards stepped in closer, hefting their maces. The orc bent his knees and the guards stopped their advance. Rekt stayed in the shadows as the guards eyed him and then to one another. The silence in the room was deafening as the orc stared at them with his hands out.

  “We can see you,” said one of the guards.

  “No, you can’t,” growled an intimidating deep voice that caused the very air to tremble.

  “Yes…..um…we can….” the same guard said with a hint of uncertainty.

  Rekt took a step forward and every guard in the room took a step back.

  Rekt’s face was furled into such an intense rage that the guards took another step back. One guard’s mace began to shake as the orc took another step toward them. The others eyed each other, worry bleeding into their eyes.

  “I…I don’t know if I see him anymore…” a guard’s voice trembled.

  “He’s right there!” The first guard said and pointed his mace at the large orc stepping closer.

  “If you see him then you go first,” another guard said with a touch of anxiety.

  The first guard tried to square his shoulders to look tough but instead looked a little weird like he was rowing a boat, “We have to attack at once. He can’t take us all down.”

  “Yes, I can,” Rekt said in such a low whisper that two more guards could not stop their weapons from shaking.

  “I really don’t see him now. Dax, do you see him?” said one guard.

  Dax shook his head a little too quickly, “He must have escaped. We should all go and tell Shallor, together.”

  The first guard glanced to his fellow guards, “I can’t believe I’m hearing this. Shallor will have our heads! We rush him on three.”

  “Robin, they don’t pay us enough to see everything. If you want to stay here and search for the orc then you should stay. I think the rest of us should go back and tell Shallor that he escaped. Anyone else agree?”

  The rest of the guards shook their heads in agreement.

  Robin eyed the orc as he stepped closer, a storm brewing behind his dark eyes, “We have to stop him and we have to do it now!”

  The guard
Dax hooked his mace to his belt, “I don’t think we have to do anything. I mean we could all leave and start new lives. I took this job because of the blow jobs and walking around protecting a dragon who, in my honest opinion doesn’t really need it. In the cosmic scheme of things, this is pretty small. I don’t see the orc. We don’t see the orc. The only person here who sees the orc is you, Robin. Maybe you have been working too hard?”

  Robin’s jaw dropped, “You idiots! We have to…..” the guard was cut off as big green hands grabbed him by the collar of his armor and hoisted him up.

  “Sneak attack…… Robin,” Rekt said with a toothy grin.

  The sounds of splintering furniture and screaming guards echoed through the halls.

  ***

  “What’s the name of the books again?” Vass asked as she mechanically pulled a book at a time, eyed the spine and shoved it back again and again.

  Renner pulled a book from a shelf, “The Mortuis Compendium and the Dryadalis Portam.”

  Vass shoved a book back onto the shelf, “The books have Latin titles? How does a fantasy world like Lukken have Latin as a language?”

  Renner pulled out another book, looked at it and slid it back onto the shelf, “There are almost a hundred languages in the game. It can even help you learn a language as you play if you turn on certain filters. I don’t think it’s that much of a stretch that Latin would be in the game. Besides, our benefactor said there are different translations of the books and Shallor managed to get these copies. They’re very rare.”

  Vass shrugged and pulled out another book. The rogues and fairy continued their work, checking each title of every book but it was slow going. Renner had no idea the collection was so big and time was nipping at their heels.

  The elf continued to pull books out but her eyes wandered to her fellow rogue as he moved with intense purpose, “So I can assume when you pay your lovers, they aren’t too happy about it most of the time?”