Lewd Paladin: Dread of Night: A Virtual Fantasy LitRPG Adventure (Book 2)

by Eden Redd

  Sybil crossed her arms, “We have to hurry if we are going to take what we want, besides, I like the goblins fire.”

  “I’m not an idiot, you want her so she can give up secrets on working her armor,” Skullz said in a deep voice.

  Sybil grinned ear to ear, “I would never, what kind of dark paladin you think I am?”

  “An evil one,” Skullz said with a small leer.

  “How about we work her over and then afterwards we can discuss who gets what,” Sybil said with a calm understanding tone.

  “No,” Skullz said with the delicacy of a hammer.

  Sybil’s smile twisted downward into a frown, “The amount of times I sucked your dick, you think you’d be grateful!”

  Gylda fluttered over them and onto the open door. With a quick dive she was in the small stair case and fluttered up as the two dark paladins continued to argue. Floating down onto the stairs, she peeked over the top stair to see two guards sitting, their heads forward and eyes closed. The luck fairy glanced over to a small table with the key ring on it.

  Taking a deep breath, she silently flew up to the table and grabbed the key ring. Flying up, the few keys clinked on the ring. The fairy froze but neither guard budged. They were fast asleep. Gylda let out an exhale before moving to the door and slowly turning the key. The door made metal clinking noises but as Gylda looked back, the guards kept their deflated bodies in their chairs. Making the final turn, the lock slid out of place and the door opened. Slipping in, she took the key with her and closed the door behind her.

  Heads in the private room turned to see the golden yellow fairy zip to them and fluttered before Renner. She gave him a stern look, key ring in hand.

  “You’re getting bad at this. This is the second time,” Gylda frowned.

  “Har har, just unlock the chains please,” Renner said with a sickening sweet smile.

  Gylda slipped the key into the lock and turned. The chain lock opened at Renner’s wrist, as the luck fairy moved to the next lock.

  “Do you have a plan?” The hooded troll asked.

  Renner rubbed his wrist, “Not yet but we might have a little time to think of something.”

  Vass closed her eyes as Gylda unlocked each chain at her wrists, one by one. The elf hoped Thorrin managed to escape and would be making his way back to them. Without their weapons, they didn’t stand a chance and they all knew it.

  ***

  Father Abel sat comfortably on a pew, enjoying the view. A red skinned, horned succubus was between his knees, lips wrapped around his thick member. Slobbering up and down on his cock, she cooed as wet inches slid against her lips, tongue and touching the back of her throat. Looking up, she eyed him and pressed her tongue along the underside of his shaft.

  “Vala forgives those who wish to be forgiven. Do you wish to be forgiven?” Father Abel asked in a comforting whisper.

  The succubus pulled back from his throbbing cock and stroked the shaft as the tip lay against her cheek, “Yes father, I need forgiveness for my wicked ways. I can’t help myself.”

  Father Abel smiled, “It is in your nature to feed on people but with Vala’s power, I can feed your hunger so you may not hurt anyone. Do you accept Vala’s divine blessing?”

  “I do,” The succubus whined as she felt he priest’s cock thicken in her hand.

  “Nika, take my instrument in your mouth and accept Vala’s love.”

  Nika quickly clamped her lips around the tip, sliding down as veins bulged at her lips. A moment later, Father Abel took hold of a horn and kept her head in place. With a groan, white seed spurted into her throat. The succubus let out a long moan as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Come spurted again and again and the demon quickly swallowed it down, energy flowing into her body and raising her urges. The priest let out a final grunt as Nika teased out every drop and sucked it down, letting go of her horn.

  Standing up, the succubus didn’t let a single drop fall away. The priest gazed upon her fit body, large breasts and short skirt. Nika turned, her long thin tail whipping about as she pulled up her skirt. Clawed hands took hold of each ass cheek and spread them while looking back over her shoulder. The priest admired her voluptuous ass, tight asshole and dripping valley. Nika lowered herself onto the priest’s still hard member. Wetness coated the end and soon she was sliding down slowly, enjoying every inch.

  “I’m so hungry. Please don’t stop feeding me your cock,” Nika whined.

  “My dear, Vala grants me the power to spray my seed as many times as I wish. I will be sure you have earned your forgiveness. Now be a good sinner and ride my cock. That’s good…..very good….”

  Nika moved her ass up and down, the priest’s cock appearing and disappearing in her tight, hot space. Inner muscles worked, clamping onto him and moving along his rock hard member, begging and teasing for him to come again. The priest watched as she moaned and whined for more of his living seed. Naked breasts bounced and the priest sat up, cupping them and running a finger over pointed nipples. The succubus shuddered to his touch, causing her hips to work faster.

  “No need to hurry. We have all night for Vala’s many blessings,” Father Abel said with an amused tone.

  “I…I need more….” Nika hissed as if she was on the verge of crying.

  “I will be sure to fill every hole, so you can sleep soundly,” the priest smiled as he pinched her nipples.

  The succubus cried out and an orgasm bloomed. Loud whimpers filled the church as Nika continued to thrust her hips down on the priest’s manhood. The mood was rich with seductive moans when a muffled sound floated in.

  Father Abel’s ears twitched as he turned his head. Trying to listen, all he could hear was the demon’s moans. Hands reached down to her waist and held her down to his hilt. The succubus continued her whining, moving her hips in a circular motion and squeezing him.

  “Oh…Father….”Nika’s words dripped like honey in the air.

  “Silence! Did you hear that?” Father Abel asked in a harsh whisper.

  The succubus continued to move her hips, lost to the sensations. Father Abel turned his head from side to side, trying to hear anything. Only the wet moaning sounds of the succubus filled the area.

  Father Abel wondered if the undead were scratching at the main doors again. He had dispatched them before but every few nights a zombie or skeleton would claw at the doors, hungry for the living.

  “I’m coming again,” Nika squealed as her eyes once again rolled into her head.

  Father Abel continued to listen as wetness filled his lap and the succubus made inhuman moans, rising and falling on his cock.

  The front door shattered off its hinges and landed on the middle walkway with a “CRASH”!

  Father Abel pushed up to his feet and knocked the succubus to the floor. Nika let out a yelp and moaned as she hit the floor, still in the throes of pleasure. The priest’s robes fell down around him as he moved to the aisle and stared at the smashed entryway. Nothing stirred as the outside lanterns illuminated the doorway. The priest stared with hard eyes, his mind preparing to activate one of his cleric abilities.

  “Nika, get up and leave,” Father Abel shouted at her.

  The succubus barely lifted up her torso, eyes lost, “It feels so good. I….I….” she trailed off.

  Two dark figures moved from each side and filled the doorframe, shadows covering their faces.

  Father Abel relaxed as he stared down the aisle, “No need to barge in. We of Vala’s faith are here to bring guidance. Step into the light so I may see your beautiful faces.”

  The figures remained motionless. Father Abel’s smile wilted until the figures began to walk in. Shadows curled away to reveal a tall paladin with a hammer in hand and a hooded figure at his side. The priest recognized Thorrin’s face and his cheery smile returned.

  “Thorrin, so glad to see you again, have you succeeded on your rescue quest?”

  “I thought you would be at the docks….waiting for us?” Thorrin said i
n a dark tone.

  Father Abel kept his smile, “I was going shortly. One of my flock required special healing. If you have the trolls with you then we may be on our way.”

  The figure to Thorrin’s left stopped walking but the paladin continued to step forward, the sound of boots echoing off the church walls. Father Abel kept his stance steady as Nika rose to her cloven feet, eyes filling with concern.

  Thorrin’s brow was a hard V as he stepped closer and closer, “You had no intention of seeing us off. You had no intention of seeing us ever again.”

  The priest put up his hands and shook his head, “Nonsense, as I said, I was seeing to one of my flock. Moon Haven needs my attention to help heal itself. What priest of Vala would turn away a soul in need?”

  Thorrin’s eyes held a cold chill as he stared at the priest, “We went to the docks. I was surprised when I didn’t see you. I was even more surprised that the three captains I spoke with had no plans on going to Merlor tonight.”

  “They wouldn’t say anything to you. I needed to be there to ensure…..”Thorrin cut off the priest.

  “I paid one of them for a charter to Merlor. They were so hungry for gold; they reiterated that no one had come to them before.”

  Father Abel lowered his hands, “They lie.”

  Thorrin stepped closer, “Or maybe you’re lying. The Bone Queen and the dark paladins knew we were coming. One of them was very cozy with me as soon as I entered the inn.”

  The priest eyed the paladin as he stopped a few feet from him, “This is all a misunderstanding.”

  “Is she paying you to lead people to her?” Thorrin asked.

  Father Abel remained relaxed, eyes half closed, “I believe you have already made up your mind. Is there anything I can say to change it?”

  “Tell me the truth,” Thorrin said with a menacing edge.

  Father Abel’s head tilted forward, “The truth is Moon Haven is a sick place, a dark bleeding sore against the world. The church has seen fit to send me to this wretched pit to bring back some light but the longer one is here, the more it infects you.”

  White energy poured from Father Abel’s hand, forming into a white mace. Thorrin remained where he stood, eyes unwavering as the priest continued.

  “The Bone Queen has done more for the people here then an army of clerics, priests and paladins could ever do. She has given everyone purpose.”

  Thorrin stared at the priest before looking away, “You have lost your way.”

  Father Abel smirked, “What you consider lost, I find to be the true path.”

  “Why is she collecting magical weapons? What does she have in store for Moon Haven?”

  Father Abel looked at the paladin with dead eyes, “When I deliver you to her, you can ask her yourself.”

  The priest stepped forward and lifted up his glowing mace. Thorrin took one step back as the mace swung hard across. It missed the paladin’s nose by two inches as he lifted his hammer in response. The priest’s swing continued to flow as the paladin’s hammer came up and in a blur, striking the priest’s hand holding the mace. Father Abel let out a yelp in pain as his fingers flexed open and the magical mace faded from view.

  Thorrin reached out and took hold of the priest’s robes. Growling, he pushed the priest back. Father Abel squirmed in the paladin’s vice like grip until his back hit something hard. Turning his head, he saw that he was at the altar, his head inches from the sensual statue of Vala herself.

  “You have sold innocents into slavery! How many? How many have you betrayed!” Thorrin glared.

  The priest eyed him with a contemptuous grin, “It has been so many years, I have lost count.”

  Thorrin lifted his hammer up. Nika whimpered as Deidra looked on with a blank gaze. The paladin brought his hammer hard against the priest’s cheek. Head twisting from the impact, the priest turned his eyes and a bleeding smile to Thorrin.

  “No one is innocent,” Father Abel spat.

  Thorrin’s grip tightened as he brought the hammer hard across again. This time the impact shattered the priest’s eye and caved in part of his head but he continued to smile and look at the paladin with his other eye.

  “The weak…will always have…their place…..on their knees…” Father Abel gurgled a laugh.

  Thorrin lifted up his hammer, emotions swirling against the beast raging under his skin. Bringing his hammer down, it caved in the rest of the priest’s skull. Cracks of light appeared along his body before he shattered to pieces. A screech filled the church as the succubus launched at the paladin. Thorrin lifted up a hand and caught her by the throat. The demon clawed at his armored arm, eyes going wild as he took her and slammed her against the altar.

  “Demon, join your lover in the afterlife,” Thorrin said with a harsh whisper.

  Nika screeched as the hammer went up and down in a blur. The screeches stopped as digital bone and muscle crunched. Lifting the hammer up again, the paladin gave the killing blow, blasting the demon to shards of glowing light.

  Deidra watched as the paladin turned to her, eyes lost. Thorrin felt the rage bubbling under his skin as he tried to push away awful feelings. Taking a deep breath, he comforted himself that he did the right thing.

  +5 to Sphere of Light

  +1 to Sphere of Light

  The player took little satisfaction as his abilities grew in strength. He guessed the +5 was for the evil priest and the +1 was for the succubus. Either way, it was an empty gain in his heart, knowing that evil could lurk even among the good. It all left a bad taste in his mouth. In reality, there are always stories of people doing bad things to good people but for it to bleed into the game, caused a gloom the player didn’t want to soak in.

  “Queeny was right! She said you would question the priest first,” shouted a voice from the church entrance.

  “She’s always right. She has a knack for knowing how the good guys think,” said another voice.

  Thorrin looked down the aisle as Deidra turned. The paladin and rogue gazed upon the twisted grins of Wyrm and Devvil. The two dark paladins swaggered in, purple glowing weapons in hand and dark aura’s covering their bodies.

  Thorrin stepped forward as Deidra moved to his side. The two players looked to the two enemy players, senses dialed to eleven. Deidra drew two batons and held them at her sides. Thorrin kept a tight grip on his hammer, a golden aura surrounding his body.

  Wyrm looked past the players to the tiny shards of light on the floor, blinking away, “Now we have to find another priest to send us innocent flesh.”

  “We could be the new priests and make the pews our casting couch. The future slaves would have to perform for a good spot in the bunk houses,” Devvil laughed.

  “I would look good in a priest’s robe,” Wyrm said with a toothy grin as he took several menacing steps forward, glowing sword in hand.

  “The talent would need constant training to make sure they live up to the Bone Queen’s standards,” Devvil said as he flicked his razor whip.

  Wyrm’s eyes half closed as he stared at Thorrin, “Just like his friends back at the inn. I’m sure Sybil and Skullz are training them right now.”

  Devvil nodded, “Training them to suck cock and lick pussy like pros.”

  “How could you do these things to other players,” Deidra said with hard eyes.

  “It’s just a game, a fun fucking game. I hope you stay in your body as I push my cock into you. It’s so much better when they squirm,” Wyrm said with a grin.

  Devvil loosened his wrist, “You take the hotty and I’ll take the handsome paladin. I’m not gay but fucking him and hearing him take it makes me hard just thinking it.”

  “That sounds pretty gay,” Wyrm laughed.

  Devvil kept his eyes on Thorrin, “Maybe, or maybe I’m just discovering myself. Either way, tonight should be fun.”

  Thorrin and Deidra stayed their ground as the two dark paladins moved closer. Vile eyes drank them in as they moved within ten feet. The air grew still as digital musc
les bunched up. Time slowed down to a crawl. A hate sprang in Thorrin’s heart as he looked at the two evil players in front of him. He knew they played out their sadistic desires on any they happen upon. Their very nature spoke of evil acts and dark indifference. For a brief moment, Thorrin wondered if they had taken their urges out on NPC’s who had awakened? Did they wake up to these monsters having their way with them? Are they still here, passed around and discovering this evil place was their reality?

  Thorrin said nothing as he stepped forward, ready to hand out holy justice. Devvil licked his lips as he coiled his arm back, whip rising in the air. Wyrm moved in closer, wicked blade in hand. Deidra’s lips tightened as the church turned into a storm of good versus evil.

  The rogue leapt onto the top of the pews, legs spread to keep her balance. Wyrm charged, sword slashing at her legs. Deidra flipped and landed on the pews, moving back and forward with fine agility. The dark paladin slashed again and again, his wicked blade striking wood and splintering it into a jagged V. Deidra lifted a leg as the sword swung underneath. As it passed, she stepped down and leaned forward. Wyrm brought his elbow up just as one of her staves struck at him. The armor along his arm vibrated as he took a step back. Deidra pressed, striking out in a blur. Wyrm used his sword but grunted as the rogue came at him like a blunt hurricane. Armor strikes rang out until the dark paladin blocked one baton but felt the other one slam into his neck. Yelping out, he backed off as Deidra flipped through the air and curled her legs around his neck. The dark paladin’s eyes went wide as her body carried through, swinging around and sending him into cracked pews.

  Devvil moved like a dancer, body contorting and shifting as Thorrin whipped his hammer at him. Whip curling, the sharp edge slashed across the paladin’s brow. Hit points drained but Thorrin continued with his attacks. Digital blood seeped into his eyebrow and into his eye as his hammer swung again and again. Devvil danced back, staying out of range of the hammer. The enemy player kept his distance as Thorrin charged.

  The paladin continued his barrage as Devvil’s whip snuck around through the air, slashing at him for several points of damage at a time. The player hadn’t landed a single blow but the dark paladin’s strikes were landing nearly every time. If this continued, Thorrin would be dead by a thousand cuts.