Succubus Dungeon

by Eden Redd

  Nadia downed her drink and threw it at a nearby wall. The shattering glass brought the entire room’s attention to the mage and paladin.

  “Allow the mage and paladin to pass,” Nadia said with a hint of anger and wonder.

  The occupants of the room parted, some pulling men and women on leashes to the sides with them. The music didn’t return and all attention was on the man and woman in the middle.

  Nadia’s eyes hardened as she spoke, “The moment she thinks you’re wasting her time, we will descend upon you like locusts, ripping your bodies to pieces and devouring each bloody chunk.”

  “Noted, but it won’t come to that,” Lucian said and he began walking down the middle of the room, not giving Nadia a second glance.

  Lota followed; eyes wide as many of the succubi glared at them with evil intent. The dark mood blanketed the room, curling along their senses, but Lucian kept his confident smile. Lota spun around, making sure they didn’t sneak up and attack once they were halfway across the chamber, but no one moved, only their gaze following them.

  When they reached the other side, the crowd had swelled, coming back together and barring any chance of escape. Lota looked back with concern, but Lucian marched on. They reached the stairwell and began their descent.

  “Who is William Fyre and why did his name seem to shake them to their core,” Lota asked as she followed the mage.

  “Knowledge is the only key to unlock the universe,” Lucian smiled as they made their way down.

  The pair made their way down, reaching the 10th floor. Lota sheepishly followed the mage as he stepped into a large corridor. Lucian drank it in, seeing detailed carvings, tapestries along walls and a warmth that would melt any cold heart. A lightness touched his heart as he began walking.

  Lota took several steps before her mind began to spin. Dark energies tugged at her spirit and she found it difficult to walk. Lucian stopped walking, turned to the confused troll.

  “It’s…too much,” the paladin whispered as she tried to focus.

  Lucian stepped to the troll, reached out and took her hand into his. Lota looked up in confusion as he gently pulled her along.

  “We made it,” Lucian said with warmth.

  Lota simply nodded, dark energies pulling at her once again. She resisted activating her holy aura, taking in Lucian’s touch. It burned, chasing away some of the darkness.

  The corridor seemed to swim, bend and contort before a door opened. Lucian pulled Lota into a small, furnished room. Wits slowly returned as she noticed the wide bed and two lanterns glowing on the wall above it. The enclosed space quieted her mind as Lucian pulled her to the bed and helped her sit down.

  “It was the first door I noticed. I thought maybe a rest would help,” Lucian said with a kind smile.

  Lota looked up, the chaos of her thoughts settling down. “If we go any further, they will kill us.”

  Lucian shook his head, “No, they won’t.”

  The mage looked down on the troll’s dark eyes, his expression filled with knowing. “Lota, the first night we met, you wanted to show me Vala’s love.”

  “I did…I still do,” the troll said in a low tone.

  “What you began, insulted me. What I see is a woman who wishes to give freely of herself without a deity allowing it. You want to heal the world, but I want you to be free.”

  Lota stared up at Lucian. “No…I…” she trailed off.

  “The conflict is your own soul and mind at war. What would you be without Vala’s guiding light?”

  The troll bowed her head, shadows covering her eyes. “I don’t know what I would be.”

  “Take away deities, honor and duty, strip them down to nothing. What would be left?”

  Lota sighed. “I would be nothing.”

  Lucian reached over, cupped her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. “You would be everything. You would be your true self, confident, powerful and loving. My quest is to find true love. Your quest is the same, but on a different path.”

  Lucian’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the wide-eyed troll. “Without excuses or lies, what do you want?”

  Lota’s eyes sparkled as she looked up into Lucian’s handsome features. The pain and confusion fell away like dying leaves in autumn. Heat billowed, fanning a flame. It grew brighter and brighter as purpose and desire spiraled together. Hearts spoke and when the flames reached their zenith, Lota let out a wet moan.

  Blue hands rose up, taking hold of Lucian’s robe. The mage did not fight, allowing her to undo the middle. Frustration bled into her movements before she grunted and ripped the robe open down the middle. A strong naked body glowed in the dim light. Dark eyes drank in his growing manhood, veins throbbing along the shaft. The heat in the room tripled as Lota’s body slid off the bed and she fell to her knees. Mouth open, she let her tongue slide out, licking the tip. A hand curled around the base of his manhood, lips kissing the end and licking along the ridge of his purple head.

  “You are free,” Lucian smiled when soft lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

  Moans bloomed as Lota savored his taste. Needs pushed at her soul, slowly sucking inches, one at a time. Dizziness assaulted her senses, but did not slow her deep needs. A void opened along her soul and she desperately needed it filled. Wet sounds rose up like a chorus, no sense of shame or embarrassment, thick inches filling her mouth and the tip touching the back of her throat. Sliding back and forth, she looked up for approval and Lucian ran his fingers through her hair and let out a warm groan.

  The deep suckling spiraled on. Wetness touched Lota’s small clothes, but she could not deny it any longer. A muffled cry ran along the shaft of Lucian’s cock before she pulled away, saliva trailing from his cock to her mouth.

  On her knees, Lota began unbuckling pieces of her armor and throwing it aside. The need to undress and suck on the mage’s staff was overpowering. A shoulder plate hit the floor before she took his rock-hard member in her mouth for a few strokes of her lips before pulling away and taking off another piece.

  Lucian pulled off his satchel and tossed it to the floor. Shoulders shrugged his robe off and it fell behind him. Naked, he waited patiently as Lota kicked off boots. Thumbs curled into her small clothes and pulled them down, wetness covering most of them. Hands then moved to her top, pulling it away. Breasts were free, dark blue nipples pointing, needing to be touched and caressed.

  For a small moment, the two stood facing each other. Lucian admired the paladin’s strong curves. Looking down, a small patch of hair covered her womanhood, but a wet drop slid down her inner thigh.

  “Get in bed,” Lucian commanded.

  Lota did as she was commanded. Crawling into bed, she turned her gaze over her shoulder to see Lucian crawling in after her. Strong hands grabbed her and shoved her down onto her side. The mage was next to her, settling down. A hand stabbed between her thighs and turned, forcing them to open. Lota’s breathing quickened as fingers glided up her inviting thighs and ending their journey at her blooming womanhood. Wetness greeted fingers as they moved along pink folds. Chest heaving, the troll let out a strangled moan as her body betrayed her, hips moving to his touch.

  “You must be silent or they may hear us,” Lucian said with a wicked smirk.

  Lota barely nodded, her world hot, wet and spinning. A shudder ran along her body as the mage touched her just the right way. Another moan escaped her lips, resisting the urge to pin down the mage and force herself on him. While he played with her, she reached over the short distance and stroked his member. It throbbed to her touch and she gently slid her hand over the tender, sensitive flesh.

  Lucian’s fingers invaded her tight space, wetness coating them. Pulling away, he slathered the troll’s wetness over her hand and along his shaft. Lota understood and helped, pressing her fingers to herself, coating them and slathering along the mage’s cock. Taking hold again, she stroked and it made the motion intimate enough for Lucian to give a warm exhale.

  The pair teased each o
ther; Lota lost to Lucian’s handsome features. When he licked her hard nipple, she shuddered again, nerves tightening to the breaking point.

  “Lucian…don’t deny me anymore,” Lota hissed with fevered wanting.

  “I need more…” Lucian said darkly.

  “Anything…anything,” the troll gasped as Lucian’s fingers traced along her engorged clit.

  The mage grabbed the troll and turned her onto her stomach. Climbing over her, his cock throbbed between her plump bottom. Lota lifted her head, eyes wide when the tip of his member touched her quivering womanhood. Thighs and knees propping up, she breathed quickly until something thick and hard pushed at her slit. A hand grabbed at her hair, fingers bunching it up and holding her in place. Inner wet walls parted to the slow invasion.

  “Lucian…” Lota breathed as her eyes rolled into her head.

  The mage said nothing, holding her by her hair as his cock pushed, making her open her soul. Veins throbbed along the shaft before they sank into her tender place. The void Lota felt before was slowly being filled and she moaned her approval.

  “You want to serve,” Lucian said with a dark edge.

  “Yes,” Lota said, white touching the edges of her gaze.

  When Lucian reached the hilt, he stayed there, enjoying her wet warmth. Lota let out a cry, her hips moving. Lucian’s grip on her head tightened and he forced her face into a pillow. Hips thrust, back and forth as muffled cries filled the room. Lucian continued, driving his staff deep. Wetness seeped out with each stroke as Lota clutched at the blankets, fingers bunching up fabric. Arching her back, she gave herself to him as he punished her from behind. His hips slammed into her ass, the light blue skin turning a warm pink.

  Darkness, lust, and the sounds of their union sent the troll spiraling. She cried out with muffled screams as Lucian had his way with her. Mentally, she begged for more and more, needing every inch of his thick staff to fill her. Lucian did just that, abusing her and tanning her ass to his repeated thrusts. When the union was reaching its crescendo, Lota let out a long-muffled scream, her body shuddering beyond her control.

  Nerves exploded into magical fireworks. The dam cracked before it exploded outward, ecstasy and bliss raining down. Lota moaned, lost to the current as she floated away. Bliss curled toes and she whimpered to his repeated thrusts. Losing control, she bucked only for the mage to keep her in place as his cock spread her inner walls to the breaking point.

  “I need more,” Lucian growled.

  Hands took hold of the troll and turned her around. Their connection never broke as she bent her leg back, swung it around and slammed it on the bed. Between thick thighs, Lucian continued to thrust, wet inches appearing and disappearing within the melting troll.

  “Don’t stop…” Lota breathed; her thighs opened wide.

  Lucian was over her, his hips slamming between Lota’s thighs, her body quivering with each thrust. The mage studied her, moving with strength and confidence as she surrendered to his invasion. The connection blazed bright, his cock thickening, but the mage did not come.

  “Give me what I want,” Lucian growled like a beast.

  “I surrender…everything…to you,” Lota said as her eyes rolled back.

  Lucian slowed, just enough for the paladin to feel his steel hard cock. When he drew back and pushed in with a steady power, Lota could not hold back any longer as her body shuddered violently.

  Orgasm after orgasm assaulted already fried senses. Her back arching, her breasts rose and Lucian clamped his mouth on a nipple and licked it, sending another barrage of orgasms. The string of distilled bliss crashed into Lota’s soul and she could not fight its power. She moaned and whimpered, her body glowing like a divine beacon. Lucian’s cock thickened, spreading her inner walls as his thrusts had become her religion. When the tempo reached its zenith, molten white seed burst forth.

  Lota arched her back and neck, heat and bliss filling her tight space as orgasms surged and fired along her entire body. The void was filled with peace and love as she panted, her mind and body melting to Lucian’s strength.

  The mage whispered strange words as he pumped another spurt of come, followed by another. Lota couldn’t understand what was happening, her body writhing in the throes of passion. The words slowly cut through the haze as a burst of wetness squirted, drenching their joined bodies.

  Lucian clamped hands to either side of her head and spoke a word of power. Lota tried to regain her wits when energy blazed between them. A sucking power pulled at her spirit and she fought. It was not enough to stop the magical energies sinking into her points along her body and draining her life.

  The mage watched with hard eyes as mana was drawn from Lota, flowing up his arms and into his chest. Life glowed like a fire and he drank it up like water. Orgasms pulsed as Lota could not regain her mind. Energy pulled from her body and limbs as wetness with streaks of milky seed spilled from their union. On and on it flowed until Lota felt her living fire waver, ready to be extinguished.

  Lucian let out a low moan, letting go of the troll’s head and pulling back. Sliding his member from her, he stood on his knees. Lota lay, eyes barely open as she fought to stay conscious. Body limp, she simply breathed, unable to even turn her head to face him.

  Lucian slipped out of bed and moved to his belongings on the floor. Slowly gathering them up, he placed them at the foot of the bed before calling up his stat sheet.

  Lucian Malyx

  Mage

  Hit Points: 240/240

  Mana: 520/520

  Armor: 5

  Strength: 17 (+1)

  Intelligence: 62 (+15)

  Wisdom: 45 (+10)

  Dexterity: 22 (+5)

  Stamina: 71 (+18)

  Charisma: 82 (+21)

  Equipment

  Spell Books (2)

  Tome of Regret

  Robe (Armor 5)

  Satchel

  Bedroll

  Leather Boots

  Mana Potions (10) + 50 Mana

  Healing Potions (6) +50 HP

  Lucian looked to see that his mana was back to full strength. The spell Mana Drain, faded to the background of his mind and he began to get dressed.

  Lota lay, small sounds rising up past parted lips, but no words formed.

  Lucian nodded as he slipped his robe on. “You will be too weak to move for a few hours. I’m sorry it came to this, but I need to be at full strength for what’s next. I’m sure the succubi will find you and transport you back to the surface.”

  The mage stepped over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Lota’s vacant gaze. “You’re a beautiful and powerful woman and I hope one day you can forgive me. Mana increases during sex and I had to be sure you were at your full potential before I drained you. If I told you what I planned, I couldn’t risk you changing your mind.”

  Lota’s eyes widened a hair as she struggled to speak.

  “I…wouldn’t…have…changed…my…mind,” the sound came out in the barest of whispers.

  Lucian watched as Lota’s eyes closed, the last of her strength spent.

  “Sleep well and may we meet in another life,” Lucian said as he stood up.

  The mage picked up his satchel and pulled it over his head so it could rest at his hip. He stepped toward the door. When he reached it, he glanced back to see Lota sleeping peacefully. Blowing her a kiss, he turned away and took hold of the doorknob.

  Stepping into the corridor, he closed the door behind him. Vibrant energy swirled along his body and limbs as he began walking. A new lightness touched his heart as he made his way along. Hand diving into his satchel, he pulled out the Tome of Regret and leafed through the pages, studying his notes one last time.

  When he felt he was ready, he put the book back in his satchel and walked on, the final tests just before him and confidence guiding his convictions.

  Seven

  Several scantily clad succubi stood, boredom clouding their eyes. Yawns filled the corridor and one of them stretched
their arms. Light danced as spears and swords leaned against walls. One of them was sitting down, her eyes closing and ready to drift off for a nap when her eyes shot open. The moment rippled among the guards as they turned their serpent eyes down the dimly lit corridor, a robed man appearing.

  Taking hold of their weapons and forming a line, they blocked the entrance, bodies at the ready. They stared as the man in the crimson red robe slowly approached, hood over his head and a confident smile on his lips. When he reached them, he stood tall, shadows barely covering his eyes.

  “I’ve come to see the Demon Queen, Systra,” Lucian projected.

  The succubi didn’t budge.

  “No one sees the Queen without an invitation,” a succubus said flatly.

  “She will see me,” Lucian said as he looked past them to an immense room beyond, glowing with inviting light.

  Eyes narrowed and the same demoness spoke, “No, she will not. Turn back or we will make you go back, one way or another.”

  “William Fyre,” Lucian said simply.

  Eyes widened across the line of succubi before they turned their gazes to each other. Heads shook as disbelief covered their faces. After a long moment, they stepped aside and stood at attention.

  “Thank you,” Lucian said as he walked past them and into the cathedral-like chamber.

  The mage took it in, marveling at the splendor of the gigantic chamber. It was in the shape of a medieval church but scaled up beyond what people could have created. Statues lined walls while grand shelves held books, parchments and mystical items. The statues were of demons, men and women in various compromising poses, eyes staring at nothing, but the look of ecstasy forever frozen on their faces.

  Tables and comfortable chairs lined the spaces before the massive shelves. Several succubi sat, reading books or parchments before they looked up at the man entering unholy ground.

  Down the middle of the vast chamber were beds, couches and various racks, writhing bodies caught in sensual play. Succubi lay, fondled or kissed, caught in a lustful rapture. Chains clinked as demons prayed on each other, legs spread and various sized phallic items pushed and pulled from sensitive areas. The moans nearly drowned out any other noise. No music played unlike in the other room, only the symphony of lust, curled toes, and heaved breasts.