by Alyson Belle
My exposed chest had the desired, immediate effect. All six of the Fey assassins froze in place, wide-eyed, captivated by my breasts. I grabbed them and started massaging them, wiggling my hips and dancing in place. “Ooh, ahh, yeah…” I moaned, trying to think fast. Seduce worked best when you got into the performance, even if I felt ridiculous acting like a stripper in front of a bunch of cloaked assassins half a foot shorter than I was.
If we couldn’t fight them, we needed to run. My act wouldn’t keep them busy for long—not all six anyway. What can I do that would buy us time? The only offensive illusion spell I have is Dazzle, and it won’t work on all of them… I noticed a few of the assassins had started looking bored, and tried to dance harder, gyrating my hips and sliding my hands up and down my hot body. This is humiliating. Dazzle. Dazzle… why does that sound familiar?
Then it came to me. “ Vejazzle !” I cried. I felt a sudden pressure all over my nether region, but I didn’t know what I was supposed to do next. What the hell did that do? Oh, shit!
As one of the assassins began to rub his eyes, losing interest in me altogether, I panicked and tried the only other thing I could think of: I hooked my thumbs under the clasps on my skirt and released them, yanking it away.
All over my crotch, where some girls would have public hair, I had shimmering, pink and purple gems affixed to my skin. Six pairs of eyes drifted down to my pussy, and a sudden intense flash of pink light burst out from my private parts and washed over them. All six of them dropped to the ground, their daggers skittering away, twitching and disarmed. I stared at them in surprise, standing with all of my lady bits revealed in the middle of the colorful glade, then looked down myself at my fancy, decorated puss. It was awfully shiny and pretty, but fortunately it didn’t stun me .
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I muttered as I quickly yanked my skirt back into place and started lacing up my vest again. “I can’t believe that worked. Who are the devs that coded this shit? Horny teenagers?”
“Nice work, Goldie!” Erlix unstealthed beside me. “That should hold ‘em for a few minutes. Now hurry and help me drag this big scaly dope off into the bushes…”
I turned and noted the seventh pair of eyes that had apparently latched onto my vejazzled nether regions—the dragonkin behemoth hadn’t been able to resist sneaking a peak, either, and now lay dazed on the ground, twitching along with the assassins.
“Wait a minute, Erlix. You, of all people, didn’t look at me naked? Why aren’t you stunned too?”
“Pffffffffft. Like hell I didn’t. You have great cans for a treasure ho. But you can’t hit players with long-term stuns, just like you can’t really charm them. Uh… not that that hot little naked body isn’t distracting enough to immobilize a player anyway. You really like to strip down whenever you can, huh?”
“I have to. It’s the class I’m playing!”
“Uh-huh. Whatever you say, horndog. Your dance moves need some work, though. Super awkward looking. I’d work on that.”
“Shut up! Shouldn’t we get going before these guys wake up?”
“I’m just waiting for you to stop yapping. You really are a girl.”
I sighed and looped my delicate arms under one of Fiero’s big, scaly biceps and grunted and struggled alongside Erlix as we pulled the big idiot far enough away from the assassins that they wouldn’t re-aggro us when they finally came to, hoping desperately that we didn’t run into another set of assassins before my cooldowns refreshed.
Chapter 7
“You probably should have screwed those assassins, Goldie.”
“ Enough , Erlix!”
“I’m just saying, you didn’t bang them or kill them… we need to get you leveled up one way or another, and we’ve already seen that you get ridiculous XP gains from using that hot little bod.”
I poked at Fiero, impressed that he was still stunned. It had been almost five minutes since we dragged him out of the aggro range of the assassins. Erlix had circled back in stealth to confirm that they’d despawned, apparently without ever waking up from my Vejazzle. I might have a crappy combat build, but that maxed-out Charisma was really proving to be useful with the Courtesan class’s skills.
“We need to figure out what to do if that happens again,” I pointed out, trying to change the subject.
“Duh, easy. Just flash your snatch. Look how effective it is!”
He gestured happily at the dragonkin prince, who had finally started groaning and shaking his head. I checked my HUD—it was close to six minutes total on an unresisted Vejazzle stun. That was crazy impressive. But I shook my head at Erlix.
“Won’t work. The cooldown timer on Vejazzle is super long. Eight hours. They must not want you abusing it with such a long stun.”
I hadn’t known I was blowing such a valuable skill when I’d done it, but it was probably worth it. We were alive and the assassins were gone, which meant we were still on track to rescue Topper and confront Vierdimin.
“That’s a bummer. Back to Plan A, I guess?”
“Oh, yeah! Charm is back up.”
While Fiero was still recovering from the stun, in his weakened state, I quickly blew him another kiss, trying the Charm for the second time that day. This time, it landed! Thank goodness for resistance penalties…
His eyes fluttered open, my Vejazzle finally falling away completely, and darted around. When they locked on mine, I saw a flash in them that both alarmed and thrilled me at the same time, sending a rush of anticipation through my body that rolled like an electric current from my toes to the tips of my breasts: raw lust.
Fiero slid smoothly to his knees in front of me and seized my hand before I could draw it back. “Oh, fair maiden,” he crooned. “I am but a little moon before the magnificence of your sun. Please—you need but say the word, and I shall do anything for you. No task is too great, and no quest too arduous.”
My face grew warm as my thoughts strayed to exactly how I’d like him to help me out—by addressing the mounting need between my legs—but instead I asked him to defend us with his life if it came to battle again.
“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! To allow a single drop of your lovely blood to spill would be unconscionable.” He rested a scaly claw on the pommel of his sword. “I shall defend you with my last breath.”
“Nice work, Goldie!” Erlix smiled and tossed his dagger in the air, idly catching the handle. “With that big dummy tanking for us, we shouldn’t have to worry about assassins anymore. Now go on and do your thing.”
“Huh? What thing?”
Erlix smirked. “The thing you’ve been doing. What’s the point in charming him if you’re not going to bang him too? You need the XP.”
“I-I can’t… right here? In front of you?”
“I don’t mind the show, but I’ll stealth if it makes you feel better.” He dropped into stealth and temporarily dropped our group, turning completely invisible to my eye.
I sighed. Pervy halfling. But I do need the XP, and a 3-star mob will be worth a TON of it.
Plus, I was pretty curious what it would be like to fuck the dragon prince. The scales on his arms had been surprisingly soft for all their hard beauty, more like tough skin than cool plates, and I’d snuck a peak under his loincloth while we were dragging him and been surprised to see that he was very well endowed with a regular human-looking penis. He was more man than monster, other than the tail that even now was twitching in eager anticipation. I saw an unasked question in his eyes and read his naked desire for my soft, yielding flesh. Charm was handy for lots of things, but it sure made your target wanna bang you pretty badly.
That dragonish face was a little too much for me, though, with the broad serpentine snout.
“Hold still,” I murmured, and reached out to touch him, activating my Minor Glamour spell. I watched as his face rearranged into the contours of a handsome human prince, like something out of a Disney movie, and the golden scales all over his body melted into a bronzed, human sha
de of tan with a soft, golden glow. There was nothing I could do about the tail, but I was still happy with my work.
He gazed down at his new disguise in shock, and then looked up at me. “You are indeed a powerful enchantress, mistress. If this form is more pleasing to you, I shall wear it happily.”
Fiero had remained kneeling before me, regarding me with lust and adoration, and I reached a hesitant hand out to brush my fingertips over his now very human-looking shoulder. A soft gasp escaped my lips. It even felt like smooth, human skin, though if I concentrated hard enough I could sense that the golden scales, with their likely bonuses to armor and spell resists, still remained beneath my illusion. Was this another example of how my ridiculously high Charisma would supercharge my spells? If so, Minor Glamour might be a lot more powerful than I’d guessed!
Now that our skin was touching (or my skin was touching his illusionary skin, anyway), the tension was thick in the air. I could tell how badly he wanted me from a million small signals that a female body is perfectly calibrated to read in a man, and that same body was screaming for me to give in and let him attend to my ravenous, feminine needs. My sex felt hot and wet between my legs, the gems having long since morphed away back to the light blonde dusting of soft pubic hair that covered my mound, and I suddenly straddled Fiero, bringing my crotch into contact with the rapidly growing bulge beneath his loincloth.
He growled with need, and I mewled my assent, grinding against him and shuddering with the little jolts of pleasure each pelvic rotation sent through me.
“Take me,” I murmured softly into his glamoured ear, activating Seduce on my charmed pet.
Fiero laid me back against the soft mulch of the forest floor, and I marveled at how complete and thorough the illusion I’d created was. I had to concentrate very, very hard to pierce through the veil that deceived all five of my senses, which were telling me I was about to be bedded by a strong, tan, handsome human prince—albeit one with a magnificent golden tail. He gently untied the laces binding my breasts, releasing them for the second time today, and slid my skirt off over my raised hips. I lowered my padded ass back down onto the ground and giggled as I spread my legs for him, letting myself be deceived by the illusion. If I wasn’t trying to pierce through it, it was shockingly good… almost as good as a polymorph spell in terms of deception.
The dragon/human prince’s skin was pleasantly warm to the touch, and I writhed in delight as he nuzzled and stroked me up and down my entire body, wiggling in anticipation for the main event—my pussy was screaming for his attentions, but he went to my breasts first, opening his handsome mouth and licking all over them, paying extra attention to the nipples. I purred as the pleasant sensations made me wetter and wetter between my legs, and Fiero dipped a finger into my secret recesses. His claws must have been retractable, because it felt heavenly—thick and warm and reassuringly insistent, massaging my pleasure nub as he continued to lick my breasts and drove me further and further toward my ever-nearing climax.
“All of you,” I whispered hoarsely in his ear. “I want to feel you fill me up and stretch me out…”
I felt ridiculous saying such things, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment to think what a version of myself from two weeks past would think about me now, but I didn’t care enough to stop him—I wanted that hot, girthy dragon cock I’d seen beneath his loin cloth, wanted to feel his dragon jizz burst deep inside of me. Being Lacey the courtesan was starting to turn me into a real dirty slut, and the most humiliating part was that I loved it. The feel of a man stripping my clothes away, lusting over my body, licking my sensitive breasts and clit, and touching the delicate curve of my ass, my hips, the soft arc of my back where two little dimples formed just below my waist, was all more heavenly than anything I’d ever experienced as either Kromgorn or in real life.
I spread my legs wide and held my ankles in the air with my own hands as he gently grasped my back and slid inside of me with a single grunt. I gasped, so wet that I took him easily despite his size, and lolled my head back as the amazing feeling of being fucked began. First he went slow, letting me feel the heat of his body as he slid in and out of my pleasure cave, but then his own need drove him faster, pumping harder and harder as his calm, steady breathing shifted to a needy, frenzied panting.
My pulse and breath quickened along with his, and I rocked my body against him, helping him plunge deeper and deeper inside of me… My eyes widened suddenly at a new sensation, a warm, rough, insistent probing at my asshole. I glanced down in confusion, confirming that his hands, feet, and dick were all accounted for.
But then—oh my god. His tail?
I felt my face turn bright red as his wriggling tail continued to push deeper into my ass, double-penetrating me without any outside assistance, but before I could object he started doing a wiggling, vibrating thing with his tail that felt… incredible ! I moaned loudly, the noise pulled out of me without my consent or intent, as the double whammy of his pounding cock and rapidly shivering tail sent me into a paroxysm of orgasmic delight. My moans shifted to whines and finally converted to screams as my whole body quaked with a level of pleasure I hadn’t even known existed. I released my legs, threw my arms around Fiero’s neck and bucked hard, over and over, against the rhythm of his thrusts, continuing to scream as rolling shockwaves of pleasure washed over me, bursting again and again over my body until I’d lost all conscious control.
Fiero made a keening, grunting noise and finally seized up inside of me, swelling mightily and pouring his hot, molten seed inside of me. I shivered with a fresh round of delight, still writhing in the aftershocks of the amazing double-penetration orgasm he’d given me, and then collapsed back in a state of utter—though hopefully temporary—exhaustion.
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
I opened my eyes, shaking my head at the dazzling symphony of sparks popping up around us. Wow. Single-handedly fucking a 3-star rare mob death nets me 5 levels, huh? It made sense since usually you needed a full group to take out a mob of this caliber, and I got way more XP than a kill for a successful Charm and Seduce . I held tight to Fiero, who was still rocking and groaning and nuzzling against me in the aftermath of his own orgasm, and shivered happily. Whew. That’s never going to get old. And that tail trick is neat…
Erlix unstealthed nearby, whistling long and low. “Damn, Goldie. I don’t often get jealous—I mean, you’ve seen my cock—but that tail business is out of this world. How was it?”
“Amazing,” I breathed, before blushing furiously and pushing Fiero off of me.
Erlix cackled as I cleaned myself up and got dressed, my cheeks aflame as I refused to look either of them in the eye. I’d completely forgotten the halfling was watching when I’d lost myself in my pleasure, and now I was mortified.
He smacked me on the ass, making me squeak and jump, before walking past me into the bushes.
“Hey! Don’t do that.”
“You’re something else, Krom,” he called over his shoulder. “Really something else.”
I stared after him with a mixture of humiliation and disbelief, as the painful smack of his hand faded from my rear. Then I shook myself and pulled it together.
“Come on, Fiero,” I muttered. “We have a paladin to rescue.”
Chapter 8
We continued onward, my charmed and glamoured dragonkin prince leading the way, hacking through the multi-hued undergrowth with his flashing sword and Erlix periodically stopping to confirm that we were still heading toward wherever Topper was being held. The dangerous monsters we’d spotted off the trail earlier now avoided us, accompanied by a charmed 3-star rare mob as we were, and we made good time. The line of our travel was so straight and the alignment with our target so perfect that soon Erlix and I both realized that Vierdimin’s lieutenant’s and Fiero’s orb both had to be in the same location: The Tower of the Fey Court .
The coincidence made the space between my shoulder blades itchy, just like it did when someone was sneaking up
to stab me in the back, and judging by the surreptitious glances the usually-jovial halfling was throwing my way, he was thinking the same thing: What were the odds that Vierdimin’s guild would hold Topper in exactly the zone where we would bump into a rare mob at just the right level to give me a special class quest… and one that could only be completed by going exactly to where they were holding Topper. As Fiero began furiously cutting at an especially pernicious copse of orange tangles, I dropped back to speak quietly to Erlix.
“This whole thing stinks of Vierdimin’s influence.”
“You’re not wrong, Goldie.”
“So what do we do? We might be walking right into a trap.”
Erlix scratched his chin, thinking about it for a moment. “It sure feels that way, but at the same time… how could this be a trap? You have an honest to goodness quest in your quest log that fits both with the class and specialization you’re playing. Vierdimin seems to have some control over the game since he locked us all here, but I’d be impressed if he could code whole new class quests from inside. And if so, why would he go to all the trouble? With that level of control, he could just nix your little Charm trick that’s holding him at bay.”
I nodded. “That all makes sense. But it’s insane that this would just be a coincidence. They have the whole game to take Topper away to. They could have taken him to one of the zones only accessible with a flying mount, even! And they take him to exactly the place where I need to go to find a rare quest?”
“Yeah, it looks awfully shady.” He shrugged, poking at an exposed root with his toe. “But I just can’t figure out the angle that ends up hurting us. If it was a trap, well… it already could have been a trap. They had to know you’d try to go after them. And they’ve had plenty of time to prepare. And there was nothing stopping them from doing anything they wanted to try to you back in Lorengarde, right? They can’t hurt you, Goldie. Not there, not here, not anywhere. Not as long as you keep Vierdimin charmed.”
