Rebirth Online 2

by Michael James Ploof

  I was awakened by a sharp pain in my wrists, and as I opened my eyes, I saw the metal cuffs biting into my flesh. I was hanging from my wrists in a perfectly square cell with mirror-smooth onyx walls that hummed deeply and glowed with ambient blue light.

  “I’ve been dying to meet you, Samson…” came an alluring female voice.

  I couldn’t tell where the words came from, there were no doors, no windows, only shiny black stone and those biting cuffs.

  “Megulla?” I took a chance and was rewarded with a delightful hum.

  “Yes, but you can call me mistress,” she said devilishly.

  The small cell I was in began to vibrate, then the ceiling began to float away, and the walls slowly opened like a blooming flower until they were laying on the floor. White and blue light bombarded my eyes, and the laughter of a woman filled my ears like a haunting song.

  My cuffs were gone, and I was now standing at the base of a throne made entirely of bones that looked to have been melded together somehow into smooth bricks. Some of the bones looked human, while others looked like something you'd see at a freak show. The ivory steps led to a dark purple shroud, and beyond I could see only mystery. I glanced around the chamber. It was deep, hallow, and in the shadows of the arched ceiling beams a thousand eyes stared back at me.

  “Never mind my children,” said the woman sitting behind the silken sheet. “They are just curious of you.”

  I nodded and glanced around, wondering where the guards were. My hands were free, and though I wore only tattered robes that covered less than 25% of my body, I still had my magic. I could feel it building inside me, but I waited for the opportune moment to strike.

  The veil suddenly began to open like a curtain, and when I saw the woman sitting in the claw-like throne, I reconsidered violence and began to fantasize about a barter instead.

  Megulla might have had an ugly name, but she was drop-dead gorgeous. Her deep bronze skin was blushed with hints of purple, and as I shifted my stance nervously, I saw the streaks of purple glimmer and shift with the light. Eyes that sparkled like amethyst crystals teased my own. Dark purple lips parted slightly, then she bit her bottom lip with one long canine tooth.

  I stared at the woman knowing that I should be terrified, but I couldn’t get past her beauty, her majesty, and those beautiful bronze breasts. I should have been very afraid given that she was obviously a demoness, but something about the way she looked at me told me that she could be bargained with.

  “I must thank you, Mistress, for saving me from those wolfmen. I assume that my friends are being treated well?”

  “Why in the Underworld would you think that?” she asked with a grin.

  Long purple wings spread out behind Megulla and she suddenly leapt from her throne and swooped down toward me. Her silken robes fluttered against me when she landed, and it soon came to my attention that the gown was quite see-through. Dark nipples the size of tootsie rolls pointed right at me as her big perky breasts swayed in front of me.

  I looked up at the demoness and was again struck dumb by her beauty. She looked like an ancient Egyptian queen, and I felt the uncharacteristic urge to bow before her, but I kept my cool, saying.

  “I love horns.”

  Her horns were indeed impressive. Curved like ram horns but made entirely of white and purple crystals, they glimmered like diamonds with her every movement.

  She smirked at me and grabbed my dick, really, really, hard.

  “Awe fuck!” I yelled as I rose up on my toes and grabbed her shoulder for support.

  “I hear that there is something special about what I hold in my hand, Samson Sullivan,” Megulla said in her best villain voice.

  “Damn woman! That’s a hell of a pick-up line!” I said in a voice resembling one of the Bee Gees.

  She laughed and suddenly lifted me off the ground completely and tossed me backward. I cried out and flailed my arms, expecting to hit the ground hard. Instead, I landed on a large bed covered in black sheets and purple pillows.

  “I think that in today’s climate, you might want to ask me if I want to go to bed first,” I said with a small laugh. My cock felt like it had been slammed in a door, but luckily my balls had missed the brunt of the force.

  “You cannot deny that you want me,” she said all full of herself.

  She strode toward me and the silk gown that she wore disappeared like a mirage. My eyes moved down her body, past her swaying breasts, tight midsection, hourglass hips, and long, toned legs. Her pubic hair was purple and fashioned to resemble a pair of devil horns, which I assumed was the latest Underworld fashion, given that Nanaya had the same look going on.

  “I think you want me more than I want you, babe,” I said bravely.

  She walked up onto the bed and stopped directly above me. Then, to my surprise, she started pissing on my chest.

  “I told you to call me mistress!” she screamed.

  “What the fuck!” I instinctively unleashed a Fireball that hit her in the shoulder. It didn’t do much damage, but at least she stopped pissing.

  “You would dare attack me?” she said angrily.

  “You just pissed on me, what do you expect?”

  She straddled me, grabbed my hair with two hands, and pressed my face into her tits. “I expect you to obey, and to please your mistress as she demands!”

  “Sorry, but that’s not how I roll.” I grabbed her tits and pulled her to the side, forcing her to roll onto her back. Once on top, I pinned her wrists to the bed above her head.

  “I’ve got something you want, and you’ve got something that I want.”

  “I take what I want,” Megulla said as she brought up her right leg and hooked my neck. I was thrown backwards onto the bed, and in a flash the demoness was on top of me, straddling my face.

  Since I had a face full of demon snatch, I flicked my tongue out and teased her clit to throw her off her game. Her breath caught in her throat and her body twitched as I sucked her lips into my mouth and moved my tongue over her silken folds.

  “That’s it, slave, eat your mistress’s pussy,” she said in a voice that made my dick throb.

  I knew I had her on the edge already, and it was time to bust out the surprise weapon. As she gyrated on my mouth, I surprised the hell out of her by sliding a thumb up her ass.

  Now I’ve heard my share of women orgasm in my life, but nothing so primal and erotic as the sounds that issued from the beautiful ebony demoness. She grabbed handfuls of my hair and grinded against me as she convulsed and moaned with pleasure. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure hit her, and I was hard pressed to keep an airway free as she made love to my mouth.

  Megulla finally collapsed on the bed beside me, and that’s when I made my move. I tore off my tattered robes and set my throbbing cock free. She purred when she saw it, but I gave her no time to react.

  “My turn!” I said as I flipped her onto her stomach and grabbed her by the horns.

  “Oooo, you want to play master, do you?” she said with a mischievous laugh.

  “I’m not playing, babe.” I thrust my cock into her suddenly, burying it all the way to the hilt, and she let out a cry of ecstasy and surprise.

  “Ohhhh… Yes! Yes! Give it to me!” she screamed.

  As hard as it was to do, I pulled out.

  She mewled and glanced back over her shoulder pleadingly. Her ass shook, and she tried to push herself back against me, so I teased her with my shaft, letting it graze her purple vulva and rub against her swollen clit.

  “You want more?” I said, yanking back on her horns.

  “Give it to me now!” she said more forcefully.

  “You give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want,” I demanded.

  I thought she might give in, but then her wings spread out suddenly and one of them slammed right into my face, knocking me back and bloodying my nose. Before I could do anything about it, Megulla was sliding herself onto my shaft.

  “You think that you can make d
emands of me?” Megulla said as she took me inside her and slowly began to gyrate.

  I fought against the urge to just let go, to give in to my passion. Her body was so warm, so firm, and so damned beautiful that it was nearly impossible to focus.

  “I know what you’re after,” I said urgently. “You know about my special ability, and you want to level. But what you seek cannot be taken. It must be given.”

  “Oh, you’re going to give it to me,” she said between moans as she pressed herself against me harder, taking in every inch and loving it.

  I groaned, not because of how great her pussy felt, but because of what I had to do next. Before I lost my nerve and became consumed by her intoxicating scent and the taste that lingered on my lips, I blasted her off my lap with a Magic Bolt.

  She screamed like a banshee and landed in a crouch.

  “You will pay for that,” Megulla promised as she cocked back a glowing hand.

  “Wait!” I said, standing before her boldly.

  Her snarl softened, and her eyes locked on my manhood. She stared at it hungrily and licked her lips.

  “Excuse me,” I said. “My eyes are up here.”

  “I'm listening,” the demoness said tensely.

  “Let’s make a deal,” I said urgently, thinking that at any moment she would blow off my dick with the spell swirling in her hand. “I’ll give you what you want, but you’ve got to ensure that my friends are being treated well, and that you’ll let us all go when we’re done.”

  “Fine!” she said seething with desire.

  “I need your word,” I said, halting her as she stalked toward me on all fours like a cat.

  “Then you have my word,” she said, her mouth so close that I could feel her breath on my balls. “If you please me, I shall let you and your friends go free. But if you do not, I will keep you here forever.”

  “Deal…” I was going to say more about it, but she shut me up quick by suddenly gorging on my cock.

  She straddled me again and rode me for what felt like an eternity. I used every trick in the book not to bust a nut, and when I felt like I was getting close I changed positions or gave myself a break by dining on her beautiful amethyst folds.

  It had to be an hour into the love making session when I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I had a firm grip on her horns and was taking her from behind. Her tail was wrapped around my neck, and I was quickly running out of oxygen when the earth-shattering orgasm hit me. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through me as I unloaded myself into her again and again. I thought the orgasm would never end, or that I would surely die from it. Megulla shuddered and convulsed, and our chorus of ecstasy echoed through the mysterious chamber.

  I fell back on the bed, barely able to remember my name or catch my breath, when the words flashed across my interface.

  Congratulations, you’ve reached level 26

  Underworld bonus: No cooldown on special ability

  Chapter 18

  Having no cooldown on my special ability was a blessing and a curse. Megulla kept me in her chambers for two days straight, and what started as a kinky sexual encounter with a demoness quickly turned into an epic sex marathon. The demoness was insatiable, and in that hazy cloud of positions and pleasure we both leveled ten times.

  By the time Megulla’s sexual desire was quenched, I had reached level 35. I was excited by the revelation, but I had a serious case of blue balls.

  I stood shakily from the bed, which looked as disheveled as I felt. Megulla lay on her back panting with her wings, arms, and legs spread out wide.

  “You have pleased me greatly, Samson Sullivan,” she said, and noticing that I was holding up my tattered robes, she snapped her fingers.

  My Trollslayer Robes were made new again, and I gingerly began to dress. I hadn’t eaten for at least two days, and my muscles were sore and shaky.

  “I held up my end of the bargain,” I told the demoness. “Now it’s time for you to hold up your end.”

  “Yes, yes, Samson. Are you always so demanding?”

  “I’m demanding?” I said with an ironic laugh.

  She giggled and rolled over. “Fret not, Samson, I intend on holding up my end of the bargain. You look famished, you should dine with your friends and then come and see me one last time before you go.”

  “Food would be great right now,” I said, but Megulla had suddenly disappeared. Or rather, I had, for in the next moment I was standing in a large dining room.

  “Sam!” Ember cried, and I saw all my friends seated around the long table.

  “Ember? Cecilia?” I said, overjoyed to see them safe and sound.

  They shared my excitement and raced around the table to hug me. I took them both in my arms and squeezed them tight.

  “Are you two alright?” I asked as I looked them over.

  “We’re still breathing,” said Ember, “That’s all that matters.”

  “I don’t know how you did it, but we’re finally free of that insatiable bitch,” said Cecilia.

  “Oh, I think I know how he did it,” said Trinity with a grin.

  “Oh, you poor thing,” said Kit as they all gathered around. “I hope that she didn’t hurt…” She paused, staring at the words above my head. “Holy shit, you leveled ten times?”

  The others noticed it as well and they gasped.

  “How?” said Ember.

  “What about the cooldown?” Trinity asked.

  “It seems that in the Underworld there is no cooldown for my ability,” I told them, not quite understanding why myself.

  “In that case…” Trinity ran a hand slowly though my hair and grinned.

  “Uhm, I don’t think I’m going to be in the mood for a while. Megulla was… well, let’s just say it feels like my balls have been hooked up to a milking machine for two days.”

  “Now you know how I felt as a succubus’s boy toy,” said Tweak.

  “Oh, poor thing,” said Ember, and I could see that she was a little bit jealous.

  The girls had adopted a semi-strict policy not to share me with women from outside the guild, but I thought this counted as an extraordinary circumstance.

  “You look famished,” said Kit as she led me to the table. “Sit and I’ll make you a plate.”

  “Thanks Kit,” I said, accepting a glass of wine from her as well.

  Cecilia and Ember filled me in on what had happened to them since arriving in the Underworld, and I was heartened to hear that they hadn’t been treated too badly by Megulla, who had kidnapped them with the express intent on using them as bait.

  “So, she’s going to let us go?” said Nayana.

  “That’s the plan,” I said.

  “Then it’s time to start formulating a plan to free Anna,” said Trinity.

  I backed away from the table, stood, and guzzled the rest of my wine. “Alright, let’s do this shit!”

  “Going so soon?” came Megulla’s sultry voice.

  “I’m afraid so,” I said with all the confidence I could muster in the presence of the powerful demoness. “Our friend needs us.”

  “So valiant,” she said as she strode over to me. Megulla glanced at my girls and leaned in to kiss me. She ran her hands through my hair and tongued the hell out of my mouth, and all the while her eyes were open and locked on my guildmates.

  I saw Trinity take an angry step toward the demoness, but Nanaya smartly held her back.

  Megulla released me and grinned at Trinity before locking me in her mesmerizing gaze.

  “You owe me a proper goodbye,” she said enticingly.

  “Rain check?” I asked with a smirk, and the demoness slapped my ass.

  “Very well. Come back and see me soon, Samson, or else I might have to go looking for you.”

  “I will,” I said sincerely.

  I expected her to leave, or else cast a spell that would send us away, but she hesitated and glanced around at my friends.

  “You intend on facing Kincaid, don’t you?” sh
e said with sudden gravity.

  “It’s none of your business—” Trinity began.

  “What if we are?” I asked over her.

  “If you are,” Megulla said cautiously, “Then we have a common enemy.”

  “Oh?” I said, enticed by the help she could offer us. “If the time comes, would you help us move against him?”

  “If the time comes, then I will know that my help is needed. I will determine then if it is worth the risk. But for now, please accept this gift.”

  She waved a hand in our direction, and a message popped up on my interface.

  You’ve received the Blessing of Megulla

  +25% Demonic Resistance

  Duration – Eternal

  “Please accept these as well,” Megulla said. She waved her hand, and seven glowing swords appeared on the table.

  The sword hilts were made from bright amethyst and had long, thin crystal blades. Scabbards like long tubular geodes appeared beside them as well, and we all took up a blade to marvel at it. Once I touched mine, its stats appeared in my interface.

  Amethyst Blade of Darkness

  Mythic Sword

  25% chance of Soul Shatter Strike

  + 10% increase to all attributes

  “Holy shit!” said Trinity, and she actually smiled at Megulla.

  “You are welcome.” The demoness smiled, revealing her long fangs. “Put them to good use, and perhaps we will see each other on the battlefield.

  “Thanks for everything,” I said.

  Everyone else offered their thanks and strapped the swords to their belts. With one last wink aimed in my direction, the demoness waved a hand, and she and the room faded away.

  The surroundings shifted like a mirage, and I quickly realized that we were back in Nanaya’s room at Brikturd’s place.

  “Alright, what’s the plan?” Trinity asked as she turned her new sword this way and that in the torchlight.

  “The plan is simple,” said Nanaya. “We get to level 7 and Sam challenges Kincaid.”