Elven Mage's Submissive Passion

by Reed James

  She shuddered and squirmed beneath me, her eyes full of all her snarling defiance. She glared at me. I loved it. She was so cute. So adorable. I would have such an amazing orgasm inside of her. She squirmed, her body strong and feminine all at the same time. My tentacles jiggled her tits. I tweaked her nipples. Iris rubbed my cock's crown in slow circles against her clit.

  “I can feel how dripping wet you are,” I cooed. “You tell me about the prophecy, and I'll slide my dick into your pussy. I'll fuck you the way a man fucks a woman. How he fucks a sexy Warrior who faced him on the battlefield. Strong and proud, beautiful and feminine. Shorhe, let me make your pussy rejoice.”

  She whimpered.

  “I can feel the war inside of you,” I breathed. I nuzzled into her ear. Nibbled on it. My tentacles rubbed her nipples in fast circles. Her nubs felt so deliciously hard against my rubbery appendages. “You want to explode. You're so turned on right now. Your body craves it. You want to surrender to the man who bested you.”

  “You didn't best me!” she snarled. “I had you.”

  “Then why am I on top and you're shuddering beneath me?” I licked her ear.

  She gasped.

  “That's the sound of a woman who's surrendered. Who wants to submit to a man. To feel his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.” I nibbled on her earlobe again, Iris now working my cock up and down Shorhe's pussy's slit. “Who wants to lose that virginity to the powerful man who defeated her. Who earned her cherry.”

  “Aphounga's shattered sword!” she groaned, her body shuddering beneath me.

  “What is the Hierophant's Prophecy?” I seized her nipples with my tentacles, squeezing about her nubs and twisting.

  “It's about the Hero who crossed the Digital Barrier!” gasped Shorhe. “The Hero from another World who will restore the Shattered Lands and make everything whole.”

  I blinked at that. “I'm supposed to save the world?”

  “I didn't say that!” she hissed. “I said you would make the world whole again.”

  “Isn't that a good thing?” Confusion swept through me. That was the whole point of the game. It was in the prologue. “That's what all the Shardhunters want. To restore the world to its past glory. The Gods of Light and Order—”

  “Shattered it for a reason!”

  “To teach everyone a lesson.” I squeezed her nipples. “Haven't they learned it?”

  “No! They are still arrogant. They haven't suffered enough. They haven't learned to appreciate Order. Chaos still blazes in their hearts.”

  “Because you're helping Chaos!” I growled. “You were slowing us down and helping those Cultists of Thūgiz. Your assassins have the same tattoo of a broken diamond as they do.”

  “What?” she gasped, her brow furrowing. “No, no, I was just sent to delay you. To keep you from finding anything that could help you in your quest. To see you trapped here or killed. That was why we are here. Those assassins work for the church. They have no connection to Thūgiz.”

  “Are you sure about that?” I asked.

  She shuddered beneath me. “I have answered your question. You are a danger because you will restore the world and let the Gods of Chaos and Darkness rule. They will spread through the lands again with ease.”

  “Seems like they're already spreading,” I snarled. “They're inflicting damage and harm, corrupting the world, and they can't be stopped because the world is so fractured, no one knows what they're doing. Are you sure stopping the world from being healed is the right thing?”

  “It has to be!” she gasped. “The Gods trust the Hierophant. So we must, too.” She shuddered beneath me, her pussy humping into my cock. “I told you! I answered your questions. Now, please, fuck me. Ram your cock into me. You defeated me. You proved yourself stronger. Claim my virginity, human!”

  The orc's black eyes stared into me with such lust in them. I groaned and then kissed her. I squeezed my tentacles around her breasts, my tongue penetrating into her mouth. I kissed her with hunger. She shuddered beneath me, her body squirming.

  My cock rubbed into her hot flesh. Her juices bathed my cock's tip. They coated me in her passion. Iris positioned me against the entrance to the orc's cunt. I felt Shorhe's maidenhead. I groaned as it rubbed against me.

  Iris released my cock and squeaked, “Take her cherry, Marcus!”

  I thrust.

  Shorhe groaned into the kiss. Her hymen stretched before my dick. Then it tore. I rammed through her maidenhead into the depths of the Warrior's untouched pussy. My cock ring caressed her hot flesh. The orc growled into the kiss, her body shuddering beneath me.

  I played with her tits with my tentacles and released her hands. She grabbed me, holding me tight. My cock sank to the hilt in her. Her tongue danced with mine. I felt the strength of the Amazonian orc beneath me. Strong and feminine and gorgeous.

  Her toned body moved beneath me, stirring her cunt around my dick. She had a powerful grip on my cock. She massaged me as my tongue danced with hers. Her thighs gripped my waist. She humped against me, working her twat a few inches up and down my shaft.

  I loved it.

  I drew back my hips and fucked her. I pounded the orc Warrior without holding anything back. I buried into her cunt again and again. I slammed deep and hard. My cock buried into her. She squeezed about me. She gripped me tight, the pleasure rippling through my body.

  I shuddered atop her as I pumped in and out of her pussy. I slammed deep into her, my cock piercing shifting around, stimulating me as I rammed into her. I fucked her with passion. I buried my cock into her snatch again and again. I reveled in every time I bottomed out in her.

  She broke the kiss and hissed, “Come on, you said you would fuck me!”

  I grinned at her, my tentacles squeezing about her tits. “This isn't hard enough for you?”

  “No!” she growled, her pussy clenching down around my cock slamming into her. Her breasts jiggled in my appendages' grip. “Pound me!”

  “Some virgin you are,” I grinned.

  “I know what I want.”

  “Fuck, yes, you do!” I growled and rose up on my elbows.

  I slammed into her. I pounded her cunt. My balls smacked into her taint. My cock ring stimulated me as I buried into her. Her hot flesh squeezed that ring into my crown. She shuddered, pleasure crossing her face.

  Her fingernails clawed at my back. The orc gasped, her breasts jiggling in my grip. She humped up to meet my thrusts, her juicy pussy stimulating my cock. The pleasure built and built in my balls. I would unleash a huge flood of cum into her.

  I would baste her with all the jizz brimming inside of me.

  “Yes!” she snarled. “Aphounga's shattered sword, that's how you fuck me!”

  I slammed into her hard. Fast. I buried into her over and over again. Her green tits jiggled in my tentacles' squeezing grasps. Her cunt clenched down on my dick. Her fierce and gorgeous face twisted in passion. Her back arched, thighs clutching tight about my waist.

  Iris buzzed around us, her moans joining ours. The pleasure built and built in me. I came closer and closer to erupting in the orc's pussy. I held back, waiting to feel her pussy's convulsing bliss. I groped and kneaded her tits with my tentacles while my right hand thrust down.

  I slid across her shaved pubic mound and found her clit. She had a fat one thrusting out of her folds. I massaged it.

  Her black eyes widened.

  “That's it!” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Her pussy went wild around my dick. Her hot flesh spasmed and writhed. I groaned as I buried into her. I plunged hard and fast into her pussy. Her cunt rippled around me. The warmth melted down my cock to my nuts. Her juices gushed out and bathed them as I buried into her.

  My balls tightened. Her pussy sucked at me. The tip of my pierced cock hit that wild peak. I threw back my head and growled out my pleasure. The rapture burst from my cock. Hot jizz spurted into her snatch.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I snarled, pumping my spunk into her flesh
.

  The pleasure slammed into me as I enjoyed the surrender of the orc Warrior. She gasped, her body shuddering beneath me. Her pussy milked me. Her hot, deflowered cunt worked the spunk from my nuts.

  Stars danced before my eyes. Iris moaned her celebration. She danced in the air before my eyes as I basted Shorhe's pussy. I pumped every drop of my jizz into her pussy. I groaned as I fired that final blast.

  “Aphounga's shattered sword!” she gasped, her breasts rising and falling in my tentacles' grasps. “That... you... What a cock.”

  “What a pussy,” I groaned. “What a fight you put up.”

  She smiled up at me. She stroked my chest. A shiver ran through her. “And now what will you do with me? You won.” I stared down at her as she exposed her neck. “Make it swift. Painless.”

  “What the fuck!” I gasped, shocked. “I'm not going to kill you!”

  “Then what are you going to do with me? Take me prisoner?”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine: Loot

  Kulrigiizhai

  “I cannot find any other way out of here,” the elf said.

  “Nor I,” said Maria. She glanced over and shook her head. Twist was going through the bodies. “She didn't even try to help.”

  “Twist doth know that thine eyes and our dear companion, Lady Kulrigiizhai, are keener than her own. She doth leave the search to thee,” Dëshoma said.

  “You seem to be getting along with her,” Maria said. “Still... Marcus is behind that stone. How can we get to him? Help him?”

  “He no longer bleeds his life,” the Cleric said, her halo glowing bright. “He hath defeated the foe he encountered.”

  “That Warrior,” Maria muttered.

  “He will return,” Kulrigiizhai said.

  “How do you know?”

  “He is too stubborn.” The elf bit her lip. Too stubborn. He will never let it go. He will drag it out of me. Then he will stand at my side and right the wrong. Am I just wasting all this effort in denying him?

  The rage in her had to be satiated. She had to avenge herself. She closed her eyes and thought about that bear. Driven mad by the disease. Forced into pain and suffering. It did not possess the cunning to escape its own suffering. The pity welled in Kulrigiizhai.

  Memories of a younger version of herself swelled. Naive. Excited. Apprenticed to Veazzuaxziag, an honor. The pain had engulfed her by the end of the first night. She had been shaped. Twisted. Used. Her virginity ripped from her. She'd lain with blood-soaked thighs as she tasted the Arcane Lash for the first time.

  Her body remembered the kiss of agony. Heat blossomed inside of her. An ache. A feverish heat. She closed her eyes. She needed Marcus more than ever. She took two steps forward and placed her ear against the stone. She listened for him, ached for him.

  “Do you hear something?” Maria.

  “No,” Kulrigiizhai answered, tears beading in the corners of her eyes. I'm not the bear. I escaped. Right?

  * * / *

  I stood up and laced up my pants. I stared down at Shorhe. She lay flushed and panting. My cum leaked out of her pussy. Her breasts rose and fell. She stared up at me, waiting to see what I would do. I studied her.

  “Do you think I'm going to harm the world?”

  She stared up at me. “Maybe you don't intend to, but when you restore the world, you'll allow the Gods of Chaos and Dark to reign.”

  “Ask yourself why followers of Pushijer and Thūgiz would have the same tattoo on themselves,” I told her. “Find that out.”

  Her boney eyebrows narrowed. “What?”

  “You're free to go. I got the answers I want.”

  “I'm... free?”

  “I'm not going to kill you, and I don't have any place to lock you up.” I pulled up my leather pants, the tentacles retracting into my sides. They were... interesting. “You seem like a good woman, Shorhe. Find out if you're right. If the threat is me, or if there are those among your church that would rather see the world permanently fractured. That your Gods of Light and Order would be weakened by the world being shattered.”

  “You think I will question my faith?” she asked.

  “Aren't you already?” I grinned at her. “Find out about the broken diamond tattoo. See if you're on the right side in this. If not...”

  “We will fight again,” Shorhe said, a darkness flashing across her face.

  I nodded. “Sucks, right?”

  “Sucks,” she said. “That is a good word for it. I will prove you wrong, Marcus. I will find the evidence that you're the threat to the world and need to be stopped.”

  “I look forward to finding that out.” I picked up my armor. I would need to camp to repair it, so I shoved it into my magical pouch. That little belt pouch swallowed up the breast and backplates. I shook my head at how easy it was. How this miracle was so commonplace here.

  I held out my hand to her.

  Shorhe grabbed it.

  I pulled her to her feet and then hauled her body against me. I kissed her on the mouth. I savored the feel of her lips against me. She groaned, her nipples hard against my chest. My dick throbbed. I wanted to take her again, but my women would be missing me.

  I broke the kiss and said, “Good luck, Shorhe.”

  “Safe travels,” she said, breathy.

  “And say high to that cute changeling priestess. If she ever wants a threesome, we can have a truce.”

  Shorhe laughed. “Deillae will be angry enough with me for submitting to you. She always wanted to be present when I lost my cherry.”

  I picked up my ax. “Well, tell her all the details.”

  “While she squirms on my strap-on.”

  I laughed. Of course, Shorhe was the butch in that relationship. I had an idea they had something because of the way Shorhe had carried off Deillae's wounded body during our fight in the Liberus a few days ago. I sheathed my ax and strode back off down the tunnel to find my party, Iris buzzing around my ear.

  Soon, I reached the door. There was a lever on this side. I flipped it upward. The stone groaned. Iris danced around my face as I waited. Light spilled in from the stone. I heard footsteps rushing up, my name called. Éjyona ducked under with skill, then the halfling popped up.

  “Marcus!” she said brightly. Then she arched an eyebrow. “What happened to your armor?”

  “He got stripped naked by the Warrior,” Iris reported.

  Éjyona arched an eyebrow. “Didn't think you liked that sort of thing.”

  “You ever hear of Shorhe?” I growled.

  “Yeah, she's an orc Warrior who...” Éjyona blinked. “Blue-plumed turned out to be Shorhe?”

  “And Marcus molested her with his tentacles,” Iris said in delight.

  “What?” Maria gasped. Was that envy I heard in her voice?

  “I defeated her and conquered her body,” I said. “She came hard on my cock.”

  Éjyona laughed.

  The door rose up enough for Dëshoma to duck under. She threw herself at me, hugging me tight. A moment later, Maria joined her. Both of them held me so tight, almost crushing me with their passion. I hugged them to me, grinning at their kisses peppering my face.

  “I was so worried!” Maria gasped.

  “Worry did squeeze mine heart tight as I waited for thine return,” Dëshoma whimpered.

  “Sorry, I had to get some answers from that damned Warrior.”

  “And some pussy,” Éjyona said and giggled.

  “Yep!” Iris said. “It was so hot watching Marcus win her over with his cock and tentacles.”

  “That's wonderful,” Twist said. “But I have loot. Interested?”

  I smiled at that. Of course, Twist had looted.

  As Twist divided up the magic gold, valuables, and magic items, I told them what Shorhe said. Dëshoma looked both excited and concerned about the prophecy and my role in it. Did she fear her Goddess wanted the world to stay shattered after all? Éjyona just nodded like it confirmed everything she said.

  Kulri stayed silent. S
he looked distant. I'd say pensive, but no emotion appeared on her placid face.

  “Okay, that's the gold and the potions,” said Twist. She'd found five Ethileri's Bottled Tears, elixirs that could restore all your Hit Points in a single gulp. That gave one for each of us. Not surprising. This world was based on a video game.

  Or the video game was based on this world. I still wasn't sure what crossing the Digital Barrier truly meant.

  Then there were five magic items. Iris inspected them each and declared who they were best suited for. She glanced at Maria and said, “These are Duelist Heeled Boots.” They were a pair of black boots with three-inch heels and lacings up the front. “They'll help you dodge and once a day, the next attack will miss while your followup attack will hit.”

  “They sound useful,” Maria said, though her voice didn't have that note of excitement. She glanced at her belt.

  The gem, I realized. I supposed she had found what she needed. Ethileri's Tear. She would be heading back to her village. I wanted to beg her to stay—I didn't want her to leave—but I couldn't let her people suffer.

  “And this is yours, Twist,” Iris said. She stopped on a pair of leather straps. They were made of a glossy, blood-red leather. “Bloody Alchemical Leather Straps. Let you deal extra bleed damage.”

  “Nice,” Twist hissed. “Shame they're Level 20.”

  We were a level shy of using all our new loot, but what was one level?

  “Once a day, they'll let your next attack, no matter what it is, leave a bleeding wound behind,” Iris added.

  Twist nodded, her scaled lips pulling back in a grin.

  “I do some bleed damage,” muttered Éjyona.

  “Really?” I asked the halfling.

  “Well, if I used any of my old Rogue abilities,” she said. “But my Gunner attacks are just better.”

  “And this is what you need to make them amazing,” Iris said, stopping on a leather band with a pair of glass lenses inserted in it. The rims around the glass were made of gold with eagle wings sweeping out to the side. “Eagle-Eyed Goggles. A sharpshooter's delight. They'll increase your accuracy with guns, and once a day, your next attack will do triple critical damage.”

  “I love them,” the halfling moaned. She grabbed them and put them on. Even though she couldn't use them yet, she looked stylish in them.