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

by A. J. Markam

  “OH GODDESS – OH GODDESS – HARDER! FASTER!” Alaria screamed.

  I began pumping double time, and Soraiya did the same. The soft lapping of her tongue and the wet schick-schick-schick of her fingers were a beautiful accompaniment to my body slapping against Alaria’s ass.

  As Alaria’s screams rose to a deafening pitch, I felt the same contractions around my shaft that I’d felt earlier around my tongue. But this time I also felt hot liquid trickle down my thighs.

  Alaria was squirting.

  “AAAAAAAAAAHH!” she shrieked.

  Soraiya got soaked.

  “Mmm – mmmm!” she giggled as she lapped up the nectar spraying her face.

  When the screaming and squirting had both subsided, I pulled out of Alaria’s ass with a wet pop!

  She rolled over on the bed, a completely stoned, blissed-out smile on her face. “That… was… amazing.”

  “Do me now, do me now!” Soraiya squealed, and scrambled her way onto all fours. “Fuck ME in the ass, too!”

  I looked down at Alaria for confirmation.

  She just grinned and nodded her head ‘yes.’

  I gave her a look like, If you say so…

  Soraiya’s ass wiggled and grinded against my cock, sliding my shaft up and down between her cheeks.

  “Hurry, hurry, put it in,” she moaned.

  “You’re not lubed up enough,” I protested.

  “Alaria?” Soraiya asked impatiently. “Please?”

  Alaria pulled herself out of her afterglow stupor, sat up next to Soraiya’s ass, and doused her with saliva.

  Then she did something I wasn’t expecting: she reached over, took my cock in her crimson hand, and guided the head to Soraiya’s hole.

  Then she put her other hand in the small of my back and pushed me slowly inside Soraiya.

  “Oh – ohhhhh!” the plum-colored succubus moaned, and I could hear the surprise in her voice. “It’s bigger than it looks!”

  Even though I was already rock-hard, that one comment made me a good 10% harder.

  “Fuck her hard, stud,” Alaria grinned, and slapped my ass with her hand.

  I rocked back and forth inside Soraiya, slow at first, then gradually faster. The plum-colored succubus moaned and gripped the bedcovers exactly as Alaria had, bunching them up in her tiny fists.

  By the time I was slapping against Soraiya’s ass, Alaria was caressing Soraiya’s dangling breasts as the succubus shrieked in rapture.

  “I have an idea,” Alaria announced. “Ian, stay inside her, but get on your back on the bed. Soraiya, lie on top of him with your back on his chest… that’s it. Ian, play with her boobs while I get ready.”

  Alaria pushed our legs apart and knelt in between them. She was up to something; I just didn’t know what.

  As I continued to rock slowly in and out of Soraiya’s ass, I reached around her body and grabbed her tits. They were barely big enough to fill my hands – nowhere near the size of Alaria’s – but I loved feeling them just the same. The differences between the two women’s breasts was erotic in and of itself.

  Soraiya turned her head around to look at me, and put her hands over mine.

  “Be rough with them,” she cooed, then kissed me.

  She tasted like Amaretto liqueur, and I opened my mouth wide to her tongue. I could even taste Alaria’s vanilla and cinnamon on her breath.

  She moaned as I manhandled her tits, crushing them beneath my palms and pinching and pulling her nipples.

  Suddenly Soraiya broke off our kiss with a loud “GODDESS!”

  I was wondering what had made her cry out when I felt it: a firm, heavy pressure against my cock – but I was feeling it through Soraiya’s flesh. It started near the base of my shaft and slowly slid upwards.

  Soraiya began to go wild, thrashing around and shrieking.

  Curious as to what the hell was going on down there, I cast my All-Seeing Eye and directed it over Soraiya’s body like a camera.

  WHOA.

  Alaria had brought her tail up between her thighs, doubled it over into a loop, and inserted it into Soraiya’s pussy.

  So THAT’S what I was feeling.

  We were double-teaming Soraiya – Alaria in her pussy, and me in her ass.

  I ain’t gonna lie; it was a little weird.

  There was a voice in the back of my head whispering, Is this, uh, you know… sort of gay?

  Then I reasoned it was Alaria, and it wasn’t any weirder than if she was using a dildo or strap-on.

  Which would have been kind of weird, too, but… whatever. It felt good, and Soraiya was digging the hell out of it.

  “OH GODDESS – OH GODDESS!” she kept screaming.

  Alaria pumped her tail in and out of Soraiya with one hand. Then she wet the tip of one finger and started circling it around Soraiya’s clit.

  “OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!” Soraiya screamed as she thrashed around on top of me.

  Suddenly a jet of liquid sprayed against Alaria’s tight, toned stomach and trickled down between her legs.

  Soraiya had squirted, too.

  “AAH, AAH, AAH, AAH,” Soraiya cried out as her ass pulsed rhythmically around me.

  Alaria slowed down, and I did, too.

  Soraiya groaned as she lay there on top of me, completely spent.

  “Ian, did you come?” Alaria asked.

  “No.”

  Anal sex was fun for the novelty, and for the reactions it got from Alaria (and Soraiya, too), but it was just too tight to do much for me. I preferred the sensual feel of a hot, wet pussy. That, or a velvety tongue and soft lips.

  “Who do you want to come inside?” Alaria asked.

  I froze.

  Is this a trick question?

  It’s not one I’d ever heard from a girlfriend in the real world before.

  “Um…”

  “Me, me!” Soraiya called out excitedly, suddenly revivified.

  “Alright, pull out of her and do standard missionary,” Alaria ordered. “I want to try something else.”

  “NOT WITH YOUR TAIL,” I ordered.

  She smirked. “Why not?”

  “Alaria – ” I warned.

  “Relax, I’m not going to stick my tail in you.” She paused and grinned. “At first.”

  “ALARIA – ”

  “Goddess, calm down and get in there.”

  I pulled out of Soraiya, then maneuvered around on top of her as she beamed and spread her legs. I eased into position, positioned my cock, and slipped my head inside of her –

  Oh my GOD.

  After the tightness of all that anal, Soraiya’s pussy felt like the softest, most sensual thing ever.

  I gasped as I sank all the way in.

  Soraiya grunted with pleasure and began to swirl her hips before I’d gotten in a single thrust.

  “Unh… oooh… unnnh…” she moaned.

  Fuuuuuck. I wasn’t going to last long like this.

  Alaria crawled up on top of me. I could feel her breasts smashed into my back, could feel her body heavy atop mine.

  “Kiss her,” she whispered in my ear, and began to softly caress the outer rim of my ear with her fingertips.

  I kissed Soraiya – tentatively at first, then more passionately. My mouth filled with the taste of Amaretto, and our tongues played sensually over each other.

  Meanwhile, Alaria had pulled herself up off my body and was letting her hanging breasts brush lightly across my back. She gave me little kisses down my spine, caressed my back with her fingers, gradually working her way down until she was kissing my ass –

  And then I felt her tongue.

  Oh my God!

  She licked me up and down. First my taint, then my balls, then she worked her way back up – and slowly eased her tongue inside me.

  OH MY GOD!

  She never stayed in one place long. She moved back down to my balls and took them in her mouth, softly sucking them as I moved in and out of Soraiya – and then she slid back up to my ass where she to
ngued me once again.

  Oh God – oh GOD – oh GOD! –

  Between French kissing Soraiya, and her pussy caressing my cock, and Alaria doing things nobody had ever done to me before, I was about to blow my load.

  “UNH – OH FUCK – OH GOD – ” I bellowed.

  “COME IN ME!” Soraiya cried out as she angled her pelvis and thrust against me even harder.

  Alaria’s tongue slid in farther, soft and wet and feminine.

  “AAAAAAARGH!” I roared.

  I came so hard it felt like a garden hose turned on high.

  Apparently Soraiya felt it, too, because a huge grin broke out over her face. “OH GODDESS! He’s filling me up with cum!”

  I collapsed on top of her, my face in the crook of her neck, as Alaria crawled up my body and settled in beside me. I turned my head to face her, sought out her cinnamon-tinged mouth, and kissed her deeply.

  After we were finished – with my cock still pulsing every few seconds inside Soraiya – I looked my succubus in the eye. “I love you.”

  She smiled and kissed me once more. “I know,” she whispered.

  14

  Afterwards we all lay there in a pile, completely sated, languidly stroking each other’s bodies as we talked.

  “So you really are here to kill Orlo, then?” Soraiya asked hopefully.

  “Of course – what else would we be here for?” Alaria asked.

  “I’m pretty sure he thinks you came here to steal his ideas.”

  “What ideas?” I asked sarcastically. “Rooms filled with stripper poles?”

  Alaria and Soraiya looked at me, puzzled.

  “What is a stripper pole?” Alaria asked.

  “A big metal bar that strippers use to dance around.”

  “What is a stripper?” Soraiya asked.

  “A woman who dances in front of a crowd and takes off her clothes for money.”

  “Oooooh, I want to do that!” Soraiya said excitedly.

  “I’d do it for free!” Alaria said with a dreamy smile.

  I tried to return to matters more pressing than succubus dream jobs. “Okay, so he’s worried we’ll steal his robots – but he knows we killed Saykir and two other masters. He knows we’re here to kill him. Why’s he keeping us alive?”

  “I think it’s because he wants to know who you’re working for.”

  “We’re not working for anybody!” I protested. “We’re working for ourselves!”

  “Well, you’re sort of working for me,” Alaria joked as she stroked my face. “Not much money in the revenge business, unfortunately.”

  “But the benefits are fantastic,” I grinned as I cupped one of her breasts.

  “Damn right they are,” she growled, and kissed me.

  Before things spiraled out of control into another threesome, though, I turned back to Soraiya. “The point is, we don’t give a damn about his robots. We’re here for one thing and one thing only.”

  “And if we’re going to get you out of here,” Alaria said to Soraiya, “we need to know how to kill Orlo.”

  “Can’t you just imprison him?” Soraiya whimpered. “Maybe trap him down here without killing him? Then you could free me and we could all – ”

  “No,” Alaria interrupted. “He’s far too powerful to be left alive. Once he escaped – and he would escape, eventually – he would come after us and kill us all. Besides, why do you want to keep him alive?”

  “I don’t, I just…” Soraiya’s body trembled with fear, and she said in a desperate voice, “If you try to kill him, you have to succeed.”

  “We will,” Alaria promised.

  “You’ll have one chance, and that’s it. You can’t waste it.”

  “We won’t.”

  I thought of that saying: If you come at the king, you best not miss.

  Soraiya continued to fret. “If you fail and he finds out I helped you, he’ll string me up and torture me for decades.”

  Jesus.

  Orlo hadn’t seemed that evil. More like a goofy sort of mustache-twirling villain than an Inquisition torturer…

  “So how do we kill him?”

  “Remember that workshop I told you about? He has to wear ear protection for the noise, so you can sneak up on him in there. There’s all sorts of heavy machinery around the walls. You could probably topple it on top of him, or maybe blow it up.”

  “Is there anything else?” Alaria asked. “Any weakness he has?”

  “No,” Soraiya said as she shook her head. “I’m sorry, that’s all I can think of.”

  Alaria turned to me. “Crushing him to death could possibly work.”

  “Maybe,” I said doubtfully. I had no idea how we were going to get a bunch of heavy equipment to topple down on top of him. Although maybe we could throw some water in there and electrocute him.

  “I should go,” Soraiya said nervously, and hopped up from the bed.

  “What? Why?” Alaria asked, confused.

  “On the off-chance that he does quit work early, I should be in his bed waiting.”

  “Wait,” I said in a panic, “you didn’t put STIG in his room, did you?!”

  All I could imagine was Orlo coming in quietly, getting buck naked, and snuggling in next to the lump under the covers, ready to stick in his gnome-sized johnson.

  I didn’t know who was going to be more surprised, Stig or Orlo.

  Even though Stig didn’t actually have an asshole, I didn’t want to put him through that trauma.

  “No, the imp is in my room,” Soraiya said as she pulled on her panties and corset. “But I only sleep in there if Orlo has officially dismissed me for the night. Otherwise I’m supposed to be ready for him in his bedroom.”

  My stomach turned as I thought of Alaria having done the same thing so many years ago…

  “Where’s this workshop of his?” Alaria asked.

  “Do you know how to get back to the room where we had dinner?”

  “We can find it.”

  “Once you’re in the dining room, go down the hallway behind where Orlo sat. Then go…” Soraiya looked up in the air like she was trying to visualize her way through the tunnels. “…right, then left, then right again. You should be able to hear the sounds long before you get there. It’s a dreadful racket.”

  “Alright… thank you. That’s very helpful.”

  Soraiya smoothed out her hair, checked her appearance in the mirror, and then turned back to us and grinned.

  “I hope you free me so we can repeat tonight again. A LOT.” She blew us a kiss and then let herself out. “Good luck!”

  When the door was closed, I looked at Alaria. “Do you think we can trust her?”

  “I don’t know. But we should definitely go check it out, just in case she’s telling the truth. And if she wasn’t, well… we got a pretty great threesome out of it.”

  “I’ll say,” I grinned as we both got out of bed and began putting on our clothes.

  “How did you like her?” Alaria asked.

  I froze up. After all, this wasn’t the type of conversation I was used to with my ex-girlfriends.

  “…you mean in bed?”

  “No, in the kitchen,” Alaria said snottily. “Of course in bed.”

  “I thought you might have meant her personality.”

  “If I’d asked before you came inside her, I might have meant her personality.”

  “She was a lot of fun… but nobody compares to you, babe.”

  “Awwww,” Alaria grinned, and gave me a quick smooch as she pulled on her bra. “By the way, how’d you like my tongue up your – ”

  I put a finger to her lips. “Let’s not talk about that.”

  She laughed. “But you’re not saying don’t do it again, right?”

  “We’ll discuss it later,” I said uncomfortably as I pulled on my boots.

  “When? Right before we’re about to do another threesome?”

  “I don’t know. Later.”

  “You need to get used to that if I’
m ever going to slide my tail up your – ”

  “UNH-UNH. NO.”

  Alaria laughed again. “Your mouth says ‘no,’ but your eyes say ‘yes.’”

  “No, I’m absolutely sure my eyes are saying, ‘NOPE, NEVER GONNA HAPPEN.’”

  “We’ll see.”

  “No we won’t. It’s done. Decided. Never gonna happen.”

  “Uh-uh. Like I said, we’ll – ”

  “Are we going to go kill your ex-master or not?”

  She grinned. “Way to change the conversation… but yes. Let’s go.”

  15

  The first thing we did was go and wake Stig.

  We found him exactly where Soraiya had said he would be: behind a wooden door with an iron gargoyle’s head affixed to it. It was a vicious-looking face, with hollow eyes and open jaws filled with pointed teeth.

  We tried the door, but it was bolted from the inside.

  Smart.

  “Stig,” I whispered as I knocked on the door quietly but relentlessly. “Stig, wake up.”

  It took about 30 seconds of continual rapping, but Stig finally opened the door with a sleepy, disgruntled face.

  “What?” he asked in a surly voice.

  “Come on, we have to go search the compound.”

  His glowing yellow eyes widened in disbelief, and an angry scowl spread over his face.

  “You spend all night – ”

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  “ – and ‘OH! OHHH!’”

  His impersonation of Alaria was pretty dead on, even filtered through the voice of Kermit the Frog on a 20-year, two-pack-a-day cigarette habit. I guess we’d given him enough time over the last two hours to hone his impersonation.

  Then he imitated me.

  “UNHHH – OH FUCK – ”

  I winced. “Stop. Please stop.”

  “ – and now you want me to come and explore with you? In the middle of the night?!”

  “…yeah.”

  The little imp hung his head and shook it woefully, like he was the most put-upon creature in all the world. He sighed, then trudged out of the room.

  “Sorry,” I said sincerely.

  “Next time,” he seethed, “can there be no more – ”

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