by Cat Wilder
"That's how you do it," Mais whispered.
I bobbed up and down that mighty shaft, forcing him deeper and deeper until he tapped the back of my throat. His hands tightened on my head, and I relaxed and prepared myself for the hardest thing I ever did in bed.
I took him down my throat. That's never easy. I didn't get any real physical pleasure from that sex act, but the joy and pleasure my lovers received rewarded me in so many wonderful ways. I felt accomplished whenever I gave deep throat.
"Oops. Sorry," Mais said a moment later when he lost it and shot his load down my throat.
"Mmmm, delicious, baby," I purred and sat back on my legs before him.
I knew what to do to make it the best for him. Spotting a wicked glint in the satyr's eyes, I knew he wasn't finished with me. I bet Mais still thought he was in control. Perfect. I just sat there looking so pretty and vulnerable and helpless. The predator that lives within the hearts of all men took charge of the satyr. He grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head, forced me to all fours, and then knelt behind me.
"Oh baby, be gentle," I cried, which only threw gas on the fires of his passion.
Mais actually growled. His free hand fondled my rump, squeezing and kneading. Then that hand slipped down into my butt crack, and started rubbing my slippery wet folds.
"Oooooh, master," I purred.
I felt his pleasure, his sense of dominance. It felt like he swelled up behind me, all powerful. And my body and heart responded, giving him exactly what he wanted. I acted overwhelmed, helpless, and a little afraid. It didn't take long before he pushed me right up to the brink. I thought he'd enter me at that time.
"Oh my god!" I cried. Mais pushed me over the top. My body erupted with the most wonderful waves of pure pleasure. They pulsed through me, leaving the tingles behind. "You're the best, baby."
"I know," Mais said, and chuckled. "Now it's my turn to have all the fun again."
The satyr thrust his monster cock all the way in, balls deep, in one thrust. "Uggh!"
Mais yanked my head way back, while the other hand held onto my hip. He pounded into me like a madman. His stamina amazed me. The satyr banged me doggie style for so long I came three more times before he climaxed and filled me with his seed.
Thank god for my birth control spell, I thought.
With any other male, of any other race, we would enjoy a blissful interlude while our bodies cooled and we recovered enough to continue. Didn't happen. I don't know if it's a satyr thing, or Mais was just that horny, but he pulled out of my pussy and pressed up against my puckered sphincter.
My eyes got huge as my breath caught. Surely he wouldn't just…
"Aaiiee!" I cried, my ass suddenly impaled upon his big cock. "Give a girl some warning next time."
He banged my drum like that for what seemed an eternity. And then he took me around the world a second time. Totally amazed me. I thought only wizards could do that, and they had to use magic to regenerate after each time.
Chapter 10
I staggered out of Mais Jait's bedroom, stilling panting. My skin shone with the sweat of our hours of lovemaking. The kitchen staff smirked as I passed through to the common room. My walk of shame.
The common room looked just as full as when we arrived. Izzy and Garik sat in the corner, with the drow straddling his lap and kissing him. The four serving wenches moved among the patrons quickly, easily avoiding most of the pinches and gropes. I paused to look the crowd over. Most of them were watching my friends' over-the-top public display of lust.
Lots of hungry eyes watched me when I started towards my friends in the corner. Halfway there, one of the merchants waved the blonde princess over. He put a few coins on the corner of the table and whispered something with a wicked look on his chubby face. She looked around uncertainly, before shrugging and scooping the coins away. Then she crawled under the table and went down on him.
In most inns, serving wenches usually took their business in back. But towards the end of an evening, with the men well into their cups, I'd noticed a lot of sex in common rooms. It seemed a little early for that to me.
"Are you two finished?" I asked as I joined Garik and Izzy.
"We've barely gotten started," Izzy said. "I've only had three orgasms."
"But she hasn't allowed me even one yet," Garik said. "She's really good."
"Sounds like you're even better," I said. Izzy stuck her tongue at me. "Any time, babygirl."
I didn't see but three saddlebags. Both Garik's and Izzy's swords leaned against the wall behind his chair, but no sabers in sight. The dragon-knight noticed my confusion, despite the fact Izzy was kissing and nibbling his neck.
"I sold the sabers and one of the horse's saddle, tack, and saddlebag," Garik said. He tossed me a purse heavy with coins. He signaled to one of the serving wenches. "Shakira! Bring a plate for Carly."
Shakira proved to be the player I thought of as the Arab archer. She nodded, and turned back to the patron she'd been speaking with to give him a quick hug. I watched her returning to the kitchen, loving the graceful way she moved. Very sensual.
"I think you're wrong, Izzy," Garik said. "You say Carly isn't into women, just you, but you didn't see her face while watching Shakira walking."
"Shakira has the sexiest little strut I've ever seen," Izzy said. "Everyone loves to watch her walk, including me."
"Izzy's right," I said. "Until the bitch princess enchanted me, I didn't have any interest in any woman. Oh, I'd crawl up on a table and make out with another girl without a second thought, especially if drunk, but only to get all the guys riled up."
Garik stared open-mouth at me a long moment.
I thought he'd invite me to join him and Izzy, but my plate arrived. Shakira brought me a big slice of venison, boiled potatoes, and a piece of bread.
"No veggies?"
"Nothing in season," she said. "Anything else, mistress?"
I paused. "Are you a slave?"
"No, mistress, we all happily serve our master, Mais Jait," she said.
"But you're a warrior and a player," I said. "Why?"
She hesitated, staring off into space a long moment. "I'm not sure. But every time I think maybe I should take Princess Elke and leave, Mais makes love to me. I think he might be entrancing us or something, but it feels so good and right, I don't care."
"Princess Elke? The blonde? Do you work for her or something?"
"Yes, I'm one of her bodyguards," Shakira said. "We were headed for Gotari for her wedding. He played a duke in Gotari, before the Orcan Conquest. He and Elke were engaged to marry in real life, and decided to have the ceremony inside the game. Only orcs attacked us, killing both Elke's avatar and mine. Apparently, there was some kind of stupid glitch, and now we're both trapped inside the game."
I nodded. "Yeah, me, too. I feel your pain. Anyway, why stay here as lowly serving wenches? Why not go back to Elke's kingdom?"
She shrugged and smiled. "I don't know. Why leave? Mais Jait is so wonderful to us."
I glanced at Garik and Izzy. They'd paused in their pawing of each other to listen. Izzy looked concerned, while the dragon boy just frowned. I thanked the serving wench and she hurried away.
"So, Carly," Izzy said, with a wicked grin. "How did your negotiations go with that big, sexy satyr? Do we have a room yet?"
"Yes, we have a room," I said, holding up a key. "And Mais swore it has the largest bed in the inn. The bed is big enough for all three of us. I convinced him to cover our room, board, and stabling fees. I told you I'm good."
"Tomorrow we head east, toward my home," Izzy said. "You can both help me reclaim my birthright."
"After you help me remove this collar," Garik said. When Izzy gave him a dirty look, Garik kissed her. "Relax. It's on the way to your kingdom." He glanced at me. "But we will need to make a short side-trip."
I paused in my chewing. Izzy tensed up, too. He looked a little uncomfortable.
"Vikarous is the only one I know who can re
move my collar," he said. "Unfortunately, as you know, he's been defeated and cursed. The curse can only be removed with the same talisman that put it on him – the Dragon Lance of Ur Cathor."
"So you know where this Dragon Lance is located?"
"Yes. My envoy mission had two purposes. First and foremost, I had orders to establish relations with you, Queen Carly of Gotari, and warn you about Vikarous. Secondly, on the trip over, they wanted me to search for and find the Dragon Lance," he said.
"You found it?"
"I found it," Garik said.
"Then why didn't you get it?" Izzy asked.
"Dragonkind cannot touch the Dragon Lance," he said. "That was Vikarous' mistake. He took it from his foe in the fight, and was thus cursed. But you two can touch it without any consequences."
"So how do we save Vikarous with it?" I asked.
"If you strike a lethal blow with the Dragon Lance, he will be momentarily paralyzed while the accursed crystal in his forehead struggles to keep him alive," he said. I gawked at him. "Izzy and I will have to move fast. The lance will eventually win and kill him, so we have to pry the crystal out of his forehead while he's paralyzed. And then you pull out the Dragon Lance before he dies. He can heal himself if we do all that fast enough."
"Oh, that sounds easy," Izzy said. She sneered at Garik. "Fatally stabbing a full-grown dragon can't be too hard, right? I'll do that suicide mission, Carly, while you try to get past his vicious mouth to remove the crystal."
"I never said it would be easy," he said.
"And you failed to mention a crystal before this. What is cursing him, the lance or the crystal?" I demanded.
"When he seized the Dragon Lance away from his foe, a blood red crystal detached and embedded itself in his forehead," Garik said. "It stripped him of civilized thought, making him a feral dragon. And it denies him the ability to morph."
It occurred to me that in the future, I should ask about the details before I agreed to help someone. Fighting a dragon can be fun and epic, when playing a game. Maybe not so much when the game becomes real life.
"So, where is this celebrated Dragon Lance located?" I asked. "And will the current owner willingly let us have it?"
"Well, that's another problem. The undead necromancer that possesses it is the same man that Vikarous fought and lost to," Garik said. "He lives in the Black Tower about five days east of here, and just across the border of the Dragon Realms."
"Undead?" Izzy asked, eyes huge.
"Necromancer?" I asked. "Oh shit."
"Let me guess, he's a vampire, lich, or zombie," Izzy said.
"Vampire, but he has some zombies protecting him."
"Of course he does," I said, shaking my head. Then I grinned at Izzy. "The Black Tower with a vampire necromancer and zombies is a proper dungeon for a player."
Izzy's eyes narrowed at me, and then turned to Garik. "I have an idea. We can let the vamp curse you with the Dragon Lance, take it from him, and then stab you in the heart with it. Then we don't have to go fight Vikarous."
"It would probably just kill me since I'm already collared," he said. "But I'm sure it'll be fine. The vampire is all magic, and no brawn. Killing him will be easy."
"I bet that's what Vikarous said, just before…" I replied.
I finished my food, and then we all had another beer while Garik told us all he knew about the vampire necromancer and the Black Tower. It didn’t please me to learn we had another five days in the saddle before we reached the Dragon Realms and the Black Tower.
"We have a long day ahead of us," I said. I gave them both a smoldering look. "I think we need to go to bed right now."
Izzy giggled rather wantonly. "I agree."
They buckled on their swords, and I took Garik's hand, heading for the stairs. He pulled Izzy along by the hand as well. All eyes turned toward us. Izzy gave them a sexy little one-finger wave.
"Bye-bye, boys. Me and Carly are going to ride this big bad dragon all night long," she teased. "So, our apologies if it gets too loud for the rest of you to sleep." She giggled as I reached the stairs. "Try not to think about all of the different ways that I make love to him, and to her, and maybe you can get to sleep."
Chapter 11
Thunder and lightning woke us the next morning. Neither I nor Izzy wanted to leave the dry, warm inn in that weather, but Garik argued we were still too close to Halmstad. The search for us might reach that far out, so we had to leave.
After a big breakfast and buying supplies for the trip, we saddled our horses and hit the road. I finally got Izzy to ride alone, so Garik's spare horse became our pack animal with wicker panniers on his back. Our supplies included a small canvas tent and three cots. I couldn't sleep in the rain, much less on muddy ground.
It rained off and on for the first three days, slowing our progress down to a crawl. We lucked out and found remote farmsteads each evening, so paid the farmers to stay the night in their barns. The sky remained cloudy afterwards, keeping the temperature down at a comfortable level. On the sixth day we rode into dry land, and into the foothills of the Wyvern Mountains.
"The border to the Dragon Realms lies about a half-day ride to the east," Garik said as he turned north at a crossroads. "Vikarous is about another three or four days south of that."
"Then why are we heading north?" I asked.
"We're heading toward the Black Tower. It's actually within the Kingdom of Kolms, in the lower mountains."
"Oh great. I can't wait to meet this undead vampire necromancer and his hungry horde of zombies," Izzy said. "Gods forbid we drop the sweet, innocent princess off somewhere safe before going off to get butchered and eaten."
"Oh, sweetie," I said soothingly. "They won't eat you. The necromancer wants you as his zombie bride."
"Carly, being with you makes me truly miss being Taks' whore."
"Ouch," I cried. "That's rude."
"Drow," Garik called from up front. "They are even mean to each other."
A flock of bats swooped down around us. It felt like every single one of them touched me in the fifteen to twenty seconds they engulfed us. And then they flew away to the north. I looked at Izzy, who stared back wild-eyed and tousled.
"What just happened?" Izzy asked. "Why are bats out during the day?"
I thought the same thing.
"I suspect Qaath Yazn sent them," Garik said. "He'll know we're coming once they return to the Black Tower."
"Qaath Yazn?" Izzy asked. "The undead necromancer is a drow?" Her eyes widened. "I've heard of him. He was my great grandfather's Court Wizard."
"I didn't know that," Garik said. "I just know he appeared out of nowhere about three years ago and rebuilt the Black Tower. He's been a thorn in our side ever since."
It took us another three days, mostly uphill. Mostly walking our mounts. Garik said the Black Tower was in the "low" mountains, but his idea of low didn't match mine. At times we approached so close to the edge of sheer cliffs I felt dizzy, and I had a levitate spell that would at least allow me to land softly. Izzy and Garik appeared to be unfazed by that precarious path.
"And there she is," Garik said, coming to a stop. "The Bloody Black Tower."
I stopped to study it a moment, shifting my gaze to see what the game had to say about it.
The Black Tower.
Nothing else. Just The Black Tower. Not helpful. The fact it had a name in the game meant it was a dungeon, so we could win treasure and dropped items. Maybe I could level up on some of my combat skills.
"Hey! You never mentioned anything about it being bloody before," Izzy cried.
"It was implied," he said.
I studied the Black Tower more closely while they argued. That squat round tower of black stone gave me anxiety for some reason. Magic? Or could it be how they perched it precariously upon a rocky outcropping over an impossibly deep crevice? The tower didn't look well built, either. It didn't just lean out over the cliff, but bowed back. I saw some tall, thin windows, indicating a four-story to
wer.
My feet tingled just looking at it.
The chasm dividing the Kingdom of Kolms and the Dragon Realms proved so deep I couldn't see the bottom. And it wasn't that wide, either. Indeed, it looked like a giant or god had sliced a deep cut into the mountains. I noticed the ruins of another tower on the other side. Or were they two parts of the same castle, cloven in two?
"I don't think I've ever seen undead goblins before," I said.
The sentries in front of the tower stood guard absolutely still. Above one and all: Undead goblin. With backs to the tower, the zombie goblins stared with slack faces at the only road. I suspected they could see us, since we hadn't tried to hide. None of us expected any of them to be awake during the day. After all, the big boss of the tower was a vampire, and his minions were undead zombies.
"I thought zombies only came out at night," Izzy said.
I nodded, and Garik shrugged.
The dragon-knight tied his mount to a bush beside the road, and said, "I've never heard anything about them being limited to just the dark, but I've always associated them with the dark. At least we know vampires have to sleep during the day."
"Well, it's late afternoon," I said, glancing up at the sun way over in the west. "So we better go in right now. It's going to be a whole nother level of difficult and dangerous if the sun sets before we reach the vamp."
After Izzy and I secured our horses, we crept closer to the tower. I wore the Bow and Dagger Rings under my Gloves of Strength, with the Bracers covering my forearms. The curled Fire Whip hung on my right hip. Izzy carried a sword and dagger, while Garik wielded his two-handed sword. None of us had any kind of body-armor.
The goblin zombies all wore plain black, blue, or red tunics. All carried clubs. Did zombies smart and fast enough to fight with edged weapons exist? I hoped not. Their main purpose was just to slow any intruders down long enough for the necromancer's real defenders to prepare.
"The tower door is open," Garik said. "One of us has to reach it before the defenders can close and lock it."
