by A. J. Markam
“She’s bluffing,” Alaria called out.
“No I’m not!” Tarka roared. “Try me!”
I stood there, hesitating –
And then I laid down my scepter on the deck.
Since the scepter was no good to me other than the extra points it gave to my stats, it was more of a symbolic surrender – but it was surrender nonetheless.
“I give up,” I said, raising my hands. “Just don’t hurt her.”
Alaria closed her eyes and sighed in frustration.
Demons swarmed all around and pinned my arms behind me.
“I was totally bluffing!” Tarka cackled. She slapped Alaria’s bare derrière with one hand, making a loud smack! “You think I’d waste a prime piece of ass like this just to defeat a sorry turd like you?”
Well, crap.
That explained the penis snake and the cock monster.
Captain Tarka was apparently a lesbian… and I was absolutely a dumbass.
5
And that was how I found myself in the captain’s private quarters wearing portable stocks.
You know, ‘the stocks’ – those boards in medieval times that people had their head and hands stuck through in the town square so people could throw rotten vegetables at them? Except mine was a smaller version, with hinged boards that locked around my neck and arms, and could basically be worn anywhere.
The big problem, though, was that the stocks were enchanted. Just like Malfurik’s manacles had shut down all my supernatural abilities in the mines of Abaddon, I no longer had the ability to cast spells. All the options on my action bar were greyed out.
Not only that, but I was also chained to the wall. So I sat there powerless on a plush chair, my head and hands on the opposite side of the stocks from my shoulders, arms, and torso. I felt a little like I was buried up to my neck – not in sand, but underneath a wooden board.
Tarka stood in front of me, gloating. Alaria knelt next to her on the ground, her wrists and ankles bound by manacles.
Stig was apparently still hiding somewhere up on the upper deck, which was good. He couldn’t save me, and nobody needed a vomiting imp in these circumstances.
The captain’s quarters consisted of two separate rooms: an ornate office made of polished mahogany with a desk and dining table, and sleeping quarters with a large, sumptuous bed. That’s where we were at the moment – the bedroom.
Which was making me very uneasy.
“So you think you can come on my ship and threaten me?” Tarka jeered.
“Look, I was just trying to rescue my girlfriend.”
Alaria recoiled like I’d just said something horrific. “What?!”
I looked over at her in confusion. “You sent me that letter – ”
“What letter?!” Tarka fumed.
“I never said I was your girlfriend!” Alaria protested.
“How did you get a letter out?!” Tarka yelled, then pounded her fist into her open palm. “Those no-good demon scallywags – ”
I stared at Alaria. “But you said you lo– ”
“Lollygagging!” Alaria shouted in a near panic. “Lolling about! Lock-picking!”
Okay, now she was starting to piss me off.
“No – you specifically wrote that – ”
“What are you going to do to us?” Alaria yelled at Tarka, trying to drown me out.
Tarka laughed. “It seems like the landlubber has a crush on you, succubus.”
“Something like that,” Alaria murmured, and wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“I think I need to show him who’s in charge,” Tarka leered.
She drew her sword from her sash and held the tip right under the stocks, at the base of my throat.
“Wait,” I gasped, “please – ”
“STOP!” Alaria screamed as Tarka slashed the sword down across my body.
I sat there in shock for a second, waiting for the big red spurt of blood – which wouldn’t have come, in any case, since the game didn’t use gore. But I didn’t even feel any pain.
However, my shirt was now split wide open down the front.
Tarka was apparently surgical in her use of a blade.
“In fact, I think I’ll show you exactly who’s the boss around here,” Tarka sneered, and then slashed her sword all over my body like Zorro on crack.
I closed my eyes and winced as cold steel passed within millimeters of my skin –
But when it was all over, I hadn’t been touched.
However, my clothes were in shreds all around me.
“Ha!” Tarka crowed, then grabbed my clothes – now just a handful of tattered rags – and pulled them completely off my body.
I sat there completely naked, the only things on me being my boots, belt, necklace, and the wooden stocks.
There was no way that she should have been able to pull everything off – after all, I was sitting on at least a fourth of my pants – but, hey. This was a game where you could summon demons and suck the life force out of people. I wasn’t going to quibble about her being able to completely remove my clothes.
I have to admit, even though the experience was a little humiliating, there was also a definite turn-on being naked in front of two really hot women.
I could feel my nether regions start to engorge the tiniest bit, and my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
Tarka looked down at my lap, then made a face like she’d just seen Stig puke again.
“I’ll never know why you like those things,” Tarka sneered at Alaria, then ran her fingers sensuously through the succubus’s hair. “Not when you can have the good stuff instead.”
My eyes opened wide. “Wait, did you guys ever… uh… you know…”
In answer, Tarka grabbed Alaria’s hair in her fist and forced her head back. Then she bent over and roughly kissed her on her lips.
Alaria resisted at first.
And then, to my surprise, she gave in… and began kissing Tarka passionately.
WHAT THE HELL?!
“What the hell?!” I blurted out, my eyes bugging out of my head.
Tarka gave me a malicious smile as she cupped one of Alaria’s breasts in her hand. “I think I’ve decided on your punishment, bilge rat. Not keelhauling, not walking the plank. Instead, you’re going to watch me ravage the woman you love. Right in front of you. And do it better than you ever did.”
I just sat there, my mouth open, not knowing what to say.
Tarka pulled back Alaria’s head and kissed her roughly again. Alaria arched her back and rose up to meet the kiss, her mouth open to receive Tarka’s tongue.
I was, shall we say, feeling a lot of complex emotions at the moment.
On the one hand, this woman was about to do very bad things to my girlfriend.
Not-girlfriend.
Whatever.
And it looked like my girlfriend/not-girlfriend was into it.
And I was supposed to sit here, naked and defenseless, as Tarka had her way with Alaria.
Part of me, understandably, felt humiliated.
But another part of me was like, PLEASE Br’er Fox, PLEASE don’t throw me in that briar patch!
I mean, come on.
Hottest women in the world (who I was in love with) was about to throw down with the sexiest milf ever.
I was… conflicted, you might say.
I sat there completely frozen – well, except for one very specific part of me that kept on getting bigger – as Tarka kissed Alaria deeply and begin to fondle her breasts.
Alaria’s chains clanked as she shifted on the ground to give Tarka a better reach across her body.
“What the hell are you – ” I started to say, then fell silent as the show began in earnest.
Tarka expertly undid the skull clasp in front of Alaria’s bra and pulled away the cups to reveal her massive, firm breasts. Then the female pirate bent her head down and began to suck one of Alaria’s nipples.
Alaria arched her back in pleasure, and her wings quiver
ed on her back.
Then Tarka roughly pushed Alaria over on all fours, peeled the little leather thong off her perfect ass – and buried her face in said perfect ass.
Oh my god oh my god oh my god
I sat there, my mouth gaping wide, as Alaria moaned and Tarka went to town with her tongue.
Tarka came up for air just long enough to lick her index and middle finger, then gently eased them inside Alaria’s body.
Alaria moaned and writhed her hips around the pirate captain’s fingers.
Then Tarka began to roughly move her fingers in and out of Alaria, thrusting inside her with a wet sound – schick schick schick schick – over and over, faster and faster.
Alaria’s moans begin to climb in pitch, going from a low, throaty growl to a high-pitched “Unh, unh, unh, UNH, UNH, UNH!”
If this was meant to be torture for me, basically the worst part of it was that I was hard as a rock and couldn’t give myself any relief. My hands were locked in a ‘Don’t shoot’ position – which meant that another part of me wasn’t going to shoot, either.
“You little trollop,” Tarka grunted, “you like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Alaria moaned.
“You always liked when I did this to you, didn’t you?”
“Yes, yes!” Alaria cried out.
“If I take these blasted chains off you, do you swear not to use any of your demon powers against me?” Tarka demanded.
“Yes,” Alaria agreed, her eyes closed, her face a mask of bliss.
“Swear on the Seven Hells with your eternal soul,” Tarka demanded.
Alaria’s head dipped towards the floor, like she was barely able to hold it up under the weight of all that pleasure. “I swear on the Seven Hells, I won’t use any of my succubus powers to harm you.”
“Good girl,” Tarka grinned, and looked over at me with a sneer – almost as though to say, See? I don’t need a collar to enslave your woman.
Then Tarka’s eyes drop down to my crotch and bugged out. She turned her head away hurriedly as she produced a key and unlocked the manacles on Alaria’s wrists and ankles.
Then she heaved Alaria up into the air and threw her onto the bed. It was a pretty impressive feat of strength.
Alaria just lay on the bed passively, staring up at Tarka –
And then she slowly spread her legs wide.
I didn’t know whether to be horrified or turned on.
It was a little bit of both.
Tarka grinned as though she’d won, and undid the sash around her waist. With a simple shrug she let the deep V-neck of the dress fall down around her shoulders, leaving her completely naked except for her boots.
Jesus Christ.
If what I’d seen of her when she was clothed was hot, she was smokin’ hot naked. She was fleshier than Alaria, maybe ten pounds heavier, but in all the right places. She had an earthy sexiness to her that was overpowering. Her breasts were heavy and pendulous, with dark pink areolas and hard nipples that stood up nearly half an inch. Between her legs was a dark thatch of hair. Her ass was firm and round. With every movement she made, her breasts swayed back and forth.
My staff was pointing at 12 o’clock, aching for someone to touch it – which didn’t look like it was going to happen anytime soon.
Tarka pulled Alaria’s boots off, then grinned as she kneeled between my succubus’s thighs. For a second I thought this might be some sort of tender, seductive scene –
And then Tarka just dove right in like a woman possessed.
Her tongue licked Alaria from the curve of her ass all the way up to her clit.
Alaria gasped with pleasure.
Tarka began to move her head back and forth, basically using her tongue to fuck Alaria.
She did that for a couple of minutes, the wet sound of her tongue matching the rhythm of my girlfriend’s passionate cries. Then Tarka moved up a couple of inches and began sucking greedily on her clit.
Alaria screamed passionately.
Tarka paused, licked her fingers, and slid them inside Alaria. Then she began to pound her like a piston, moving her fingers in a blur with a wet schick schick schick schick sound as she bent back down and started sucking her clit again.
Alaria began to scream. She buried both her hands in Tarka’s hair and forced her head down harder into her crotch.
I sat there with the board imprisoning my hands, wanting nothing more than to go over there, kick Tarka aside, and slide inside Alaria – but the chain on the stocks kept me in place. There was nothing I could do but watch.
When Alaria’s screams dwindled down to a whimper, Tarka made her next move. She flipped Alaria over on her stomach and raised her up into a kneeling position, her breasts and her head still face-down on the bed.
Then Tarka slid her fingers into Alaria’s pussy again – and buried her face in Alaria’s ass, her tongue finding another hole to violate. She moved her head back and forth just as rapidly as she moved her fingers.
I was watching the woman I loved get tongued and fingerbanged by a hot milf.
I felt like I was going to explode if somebody didn’t jerk me off soon.
Alaria screamed again, her cries mounting to a high-pitched wail. They reached a crescendo, and then suddenly she cried out, “Stop – stop!”
Miraculously, Tarka stopped.
Alaria rolled over onto her back, exhausted, her skin covered with a thin sheen of sweat.
Part of me felt mortified and unmanned and inadequate – and part of me wanted to fuck both of them senseless.
Neither of them, however, was looking at me.
“I want to do you now,” Alaria said breathlessly to Tarka.
Tarka’s grin faded, and she took on the hungry look of someone who had wanted something for a long time and been denied it.
“Like old times?” she asked hoarsely.
“Like old times,” Alaria whispered.
Tarka lay down on the bed and opened her legs wide. Her soft, pink lips shone with wetness all the way up to the small thatch of dark hair above her clit.
Alaria didn’t look at me. She just stood up on her knees and positioned herself between Tarka’s legs.
Strangely, though, she didn’t bend over to lick her former master.
Instead, she brought her tail up between her legs – and then doubled it over with her hand, the way you might crimp a garden hose. So instead of a three-foot long tail that tapered to a sharp, pointy tip, she now had a foot-and-a-half-long oval of soft, rigid flesh.
My eyes widened.
Oh no. Surely she isn’t going to –
And then she did.
She took her doubled-over tail, positioned the soft tip between Tarka’s legs, and slowly eased it in.
The loop wasn’t thick all the way around, but it was wide in one direction. And it was longer than even the biggest male porn stars would be packing.
The pirate captain grunted, and her one visible eye rolled back up into her head.
“How deep do you want it?” Alaria whispered.
“Deep,” Tarka murmured.
“How much of it do you want?”
“Just half at first,” Tarka whimpered.
Alaria began to sink her doubled-over tail deeper into Tarka. She would go in two inches, then pull back an inch – then sink three inches deeper, and pull back another inch.
And Tarka was loving it. She moaned and gripped her own breasts, twisting her nipples between her fingers.
Within ten seconds, Alaria had sunk nearly nine inches of soft, prehensile tail deep between Tarka’s legs.
Once her tail was completely wet from Tarka’s juices, Alaria began going faster. She settled into a rhythm, pulling seven or eight inches out – then plunging back in.
Tarka grunted with pleasure and began moving her hips to meet Alaria’s thrusts.
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
I was watching my devil girlfriend – or whatever the hell she was – fuck a sexy female pirate
with her tail.
I had never seen any porn like this, ever.
But it definitely should have existed, because I would have watched it. I definitely wished I had a video camera right now to record this for posterity.
Alaria begin to whisper as she thrust deeper and faster inside Tarka.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes…”
“You like me inside of you, don’t you?”
“Oh yes…”
“You want me to fill you up, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes…”
“How much of me do you want inside you?”
“All of… all of it…”
Alaria stopped unexpectedly.
Tarka’s eyes – well, eye – popped open, and she looked both alarmed and pissed off.
Alaria smiled coyly. “If you want all of it, then you’re going to have to do something for me at the same time.”
Déjà vu.
Alaria had done the same sort of thing to me so many times – the giggling, coquettish tone; the playful, teasing demands – that I recognized it immediately.
Maybe I should’ve been outraged to see it was just a game she played with everyone.
But I also had to admit, it was hot as hell.
And it made me want to be inside her all the more – even if she was having sex with another woman.
…or maybe because of it.
“What do you want?” Tarka asked, her voice a lot different than the commanding growl she’d used before.
“Go down on me while I do you,” Alaria whispered, and then moved up Tarka’s body until her thighs were straddling Tarka’s face.
The pirate queen began to lick, and Alaria moaned with pleasure. My succubus started thrusting her tail inside Tarka again, all while grasping her own breasts with her hands, pinching her nipples between her fingers.
I could hear the wet sounds of her tail moving in and out between Tarka’s legs –
Schick schick schick schick
– and I could hear Tarka sucking and licking between Alaria’s thighs.
Both of them were moaning now – Alaria’s voice loud and clear, Tarka’s cries muffled from the wet female flesh pressed against her mouth.
They were both getting louder, more exuberant – both were right on the edge of coming –
