Succubus 4 (Gnome Place Like Home): A LitRPG Series

by A. J. Markam

  SUCCUBUS 4

  Gnome Place Like Home

  A.J. Markam

  A LitRPG Series

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  TO BE CONTINUED!

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  1

  There’s this famous saying: All great literature is about sex and death.

  And like most famous sayings, it sounds good and contains a core of truth… but it’s at least lightly speckled with bullshit.

  I guess it depends on how you read it. If you take it to mean (as I do) that great literature is only about sex and death, then that’s clearly idiotic. What about love? What about honor? What about anger, betrayal, faith, friendship, and all the other things that make up our lives?

  I guess you could read it as ‘All great literature is about, but not limited to, sex and death.’

  Doesn’t have quite the same ring, though, does it?

  A lot of those pithy little sayings tend to unravel like a cheap sweater when you think about them too much.

  But since this ain’t great literature, we’ll cover two of the other things that make the world go ‘round:

  Revenge and money.

  The revenge part was simple. I’d been traveling with Alaria since the first day I met her, with the sole intent of completing the quest of killing nine of her former masters.

  We’d already killed three, and we’d put the fourth in magical stocks and had multiple threesomes with her.

  Ahem.

  Moving on.

  Anyway, we were now currently on to the fifth.

  As for the money part, that was a fairly recent development. I had gotten into massive debt to a goblin mob boss named Varkus Gark. He’d warned me that if I left without paying him, he was going to send bounty hunters after me who were going to do horrible, horrible things in an effort to remind me of my financial obligations.

  The problem was, the money I owed was at such onerous interest levels that there was virtually no way I could ever pay it off.

  Sort of like my student debt.

  Anyway, I took a line out of Han Solo’s book, skipped town, and resolved to make the money back some other way so I could pay Varkus off later. Time will tell if that was a smart decision or not.

  Alaria was after revenge, and I was after money.

  Two great tastes that taste great together.

  And so she and I set off on our next adventure together – her trying to kill somebody, and me trying to get a lot of gold in order to not be killed.

  What could go wrong with that, right? (He said sarcastically.)

  Turns out – everything.

  2

  I had a dream.

  No, not the Martin Luther King Jr. kind.

  A nightmare.

  I was in the Tomb of Tharos outside Exardus. But instead of Meera or any of the players I’d actually run it with, it was me and Stig along with Alaria and Dorp, neither of whom had ever set foot in the dungeon.

  Every corridor I ran down, I saw Varkus leering at me. Sometimes he was perched on top of a wall. Occasionally he was bathing in a fountain (not a pretty sight, believe you me). Other times he was merely sitting in a corner in his overstuffed leather chair.

  And every time I saw him he asked, Where’s my money, warlock?

  Where’s my money?

  To make matters worse, instead of fighting monsters and mini-bosses in the dungeon, I was fighting bounty hunters. And not just any bounty hunters, but the ones out of The Empire Strikes Back.

  There was Bossk, the lizard-headed one. And IG-88, the tall, stick-thin robot. The two alien bugs with vacuum cleaner hoses attached to their faces. And the dude with the bandage on his head that made him look like a refugee from the surgical ward.

  And of course there was Boba Fett, casually strolling up next to Varkus just like he’d appeared next to Vader in the dining room in Cloud City.

  Also, Jamie Foxx was in there with Christoph Waltz, but that part was just confusing.

  One by one, the bounty hunters killed off my companions – first Dorp, then Stig. When I tried to summon them again, nothing would happen.

  Alaria didn’t die – she just shook her head in disgust and said, I didn’t sign up for this. She spread her black dragon wings, flew up above the walls of the labyrinth, then disappeared.

  I was alone, and the bounty hunters began to circle.

  Then the ground turned into the sands of a giant hourglass, and I sank down into it up to my waist.

  Beneath the ground, I felt something wet and pleasurable enveloping me. Part of me thought, Maybe dying won’t be so bad.

  The last thing I saw was Varkus. He was grinning at me like before, but this time he didn’t ask, Where’s my money?

  Instead, as my head disappeared beneath the sand, he laughed and said, Should have paid me, warlock.

  Should have paid me.

  3

  I jolted awake.

  The morning light streamed in through the windows of the captain’s quarters of the Revenge – but that wasn’t what had woken me. Neither had the nightmare.

  Instead, I looked down to see Alaria’s head in my naked lap, my cock all the way in her mouth.

  When she felt my body tremble, she removed her mouth with a wet pop! and looked up at me with a mischievous smile. “Did I wake you?”

  “No, I… well… yes, I guess…”

  Her performing fellatio on me must have been the pleasant sucking sensation back in the dream. (The only pleasant part of the dream, I might add.)

  She grinned. “I thought this might be a nice wake-up for our last morning onbo
ard.”

  Our last morning on –

  Oh SHIT.

  I settled my head back on the pillow and groaned. I’d totally forgotten.

  We’d left Exardus the day before, and Krug– the demon pirate captain of the Revenge – had told us he was dropping us off at the first available port in the morning.

  Which would probably be any minute now.

  “Are you all right?” Alaria said as she ran her silky fingers up and down my shaft. “You look stressed.”

  “I had a bad dream…”

  “Well then, let me help you forget it,” she purred, and began licking my cock like a lollipop.

  I groaned in pleasure… at first. Then I fell silent.

  The truth of the matter was, no matter how good the blowjob felt, I couldn’t get the image of those bounty hunters out of my head.

  Which I knew was insane.

  Alaria had left me due to a vicious fight we’d had several weeks ago, and I’d only just gotten her back. The last three days had been magical – not only because of the insanely hot threesomes we’d had with Meera, but because of the way Alaria and I had connected last night aboard the Revenge. There had been a tenderness and vulnerability between us that I’d never experienced with her before – or with anyone else, for that matter.

  And yet here I was, unable to enjoy all the delicious things she was doing to me because I couldn’t stop obsessing about something that wasn’t even a danger at the moment.

  Hell, it wasn’t even real. It was a fucking video game, for God’s sake.

  But I couldn’t help myself. I just hoped Alaria wouldn’t notice my distraction.

  She did.

  The licking and sucking ceased. I looked down and saw Alaria regarding me with one arched eyebrow.

  “Why’d you stop?” I asked with a trace of guilt in my voice.

  “Because I can tell when my talents aren’t being appreciated.”

  I sighed. “I’m sorry, I just… it was a really bad dream.”

  She crawled up next to me, her naked body pressing against mine, and traced one finger across my cheek. “What was it?”

  “I was being chased by a bunch of Varkus’s bounty hunters.”

  I didn’t bother throwing in the fact that they were from the Star Wars universe. (And the Quentin-verse, too, I guess.) ‘Bounty hunters’ was enough.

  “We’ll get the money,” she whispered. “Don’t worry.”

  “I know we’ll get the money,” I said impatiently, “I just…”

  When I trailed off, she waited a second before she asked, “What?”

  “Varkus told me a story to frighten me into paying him before I left. He basically said he was going to hire somebody to kill me 300 times.”

  “What, is 300 the magic number to get you to pay up? Are you so stubborn that the first 299 wouldn’t work?”

  I glared at her. “No, the first 299 would be to teach me a lesson.”

  She smiled and kissed me lightly on the lips. “Stop worrying. We’re out of Exardus, and he has no idea where we’re headed.”

  “I have no idea where we’re headed,” I grumbled.

  “See? That works to our advantage. Now stop thinking about the ugly little goblin and his ineffectual henchmen, and start thinking about the beautiful… seductive… sexually voracious succubus who’s sharing your bed.”

  Every time she paused, she planted a tiny, feather-light kiss on my lips.

  I looked at her and smiled. “You’re right. A man’s got to have priorities.”

  “Yes,” she cooed as she kissed me again, “and getting your brains fucked out should always outweigh worrying about mob bosses.”

  That philosophy wouldn’t exactly work in the real world – but this was OtherWorld.

  I kissed her and caressed her breasts with my hand. “Are you going to help me forget all my worries?”

  I felt her hand move back down to my cock and slowly begin to stroke me from balls to crown.

  “Baby, I’m going to help you forget so hard, you won’t even remember your own name after I’m finished with you,” she whispered in my ear.

  I chuckled, then rolled her onto her back. She parted her legs, and I kissed her deeply as I eased my –

  “LAND HO!” a voice roared from abovedeck.

  “God DAMN it,” I groaned. Between the nightmare and now this, it had been a hell of a morning. “You think we have time for a quickie?”

  “If you don’t mind Krug throwing us overboard bare-ass naked.”

  “He would do that?” I asked doubtfully.

  She just arched one eyebrow at me.

  “Yeah, he’d totally do that,” I grunted, answering my own question as I sat up in bed. “Alright… let’s get dressed.”

  “Are you sure?” she purred alluringly as she ran her fingertips up and down my shaft. “There are distinct advantages to getting thrown out into new ports completely naked. Trust me, I know from experience.”

  “I think I’d rather meet the locals fully dressed,” I said as I hopped out of bed. “Rain check on the frolicking?”

  She frowned. “‘Rain check’? What does that mean?”

  “It means can we do it later.”

  “Then why did you call it a rain check?”

  “It’s an expression from where I come from. When it rained, sometimes you couldn’t do things, so you would get a rain…”

  I realized I had no idea what things you couldn’t do, or why it was called a rain check, other than rain was involved.

  “…never mind.”

  “Darling,” Alaria said as she kissed me on the lips, “I’ll fuck you anytime, anywhere, rain or shine.”

  “I knew there was something I liked about you,” I grinned as I kissed her back, then hurriedly grabbed my pants from the floor.

  4

  We scrambled into our clothes and ran up to the top deck where Krug and the pirates were preparing for landing.

  “Morning,” I said, trying to be friendly.

  Krug just grunted in return.

  “So… where are you dropping us off?” I asked.

  “Asterwaite.”

  “Never heard of it.”

  “Now you have.”

  Krug could be a great guy sometimes. Other times he was a pain in the ass.

  I walked over to the railing and looked down. Three thousand feet below us the ocean was sapphire blue, with shifting patterns of light sand and dark seaweed beneath the surface.

  Several miles ahead of us, the shore was a mountainous area covered with thick foliage. We were heading for a cove with a ramshackle wooden town constructed along its banks.

  Must be Asterwaite.

  “Where’s Asterwaite located?”

  “One day’s sail south of Exardus.”

  “Yeah, I know that,” I said, annoyed. “But what’s the region called?”

  “Verlandia.”

  The second time around I knew better than to say, Never heard of it.

  But somebody else had.

  “Oh my goddess!” Alaria exclaimed. “That’s perfect!”

  I looked at her in surprise. “You know the area?”

  “One of my ex-masters I want to kill was in Verlandia! We can probably reach him in a day or two’s ride.”

  That was a little convenient – but after all, it was a videogame. The system had apparently decided to be merciful and had just plunked down the next ex-master wherever we were going to land.

  But anytime the game appeared to be merciful, it was good to question why.

  “All right, Asterwaite it is, then,” I said.

  “Like you have a choice,” Krug grunted.

  He had a point.

  As the ship drew closer to port, I set off in search of Stig. I found him in the lower decks, propped up with a bottle and drunk out of his mind. Apparently he and a couple of other pirates – who were still drinking and throwing dice – had decided to celebrate his last night on board. The aftermath wasn’t pretty.

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bsp; “Stig,” I said, roughly shaking him. “Time to go.”

  My two-foot-tall imp opened his eyes blearily. “Oh… hey. Whasshup, bosshh.”

  “Krug’s putting into port. We’re leaving in a few minutes.”

  “Then I’ll jusht take a nap ‘til we get in,” he muttered, and turned over on his side.

  “I don’t think so, buddy,” I said as I picked him up and slung him over my shoulder. “We gotta go.”

  “Bye guysh,” he slurred forlornly to the pirates gambling on the floor.

  “See yah, Stig!”

  “Good on yer, Stiggy!”

  “‘Stiggy’?” I asked as I walked up to the upper decks.

  “Don’t even shtart, bossh.”

  I walked back into the captain’s quarters to make sure I’d gotten all my belongings. After I’d performed one final search, I took a long look around.

  Stiletto heels clicked behind me, and Alaria settled in by my side with one arm around my waist.

  “A lot of good memories here,” she said as she looked around the cabin.

  “AYE to that, matey!” a voice shouted from down the hallway.

  Alaria and I looked at each other.

  We had both completely forgotten Tarka.

  We walked down the hallway and opened a storage room. Inside was the former pirate captain of the Revenge, now locked in a miniature, magical version of wooden stocks that negated her Warlock powers. She was naked as usual.