by A. J. Markam
“Agreed!” Meera yelled.
“WHAT?!” I yelled. “WAIT A MINUTE – ”
Suddenly the two of them were going at it a mile a minute, though it still looked more like a bar fight than sex.
At first they assumed a 69 position, with Meera’s mouth clamped on Alaria’s pussy and vice versa. Then, as they tumbled over the floor, Alaria broke free and started ramming her tail inside Meera like a giant strap-on.
Not to be outdone, Meera got one soft white wing right between Alaria’s legs and started flapping for all she was worth. From the look on Alaria’s face, it must have felt pretty good – like a feather-covered vibrator, I’m guessing.
Then they somersaulted and were back in 69, but this time with their fingers inside each other going like jackhammers and their free hands squeezing each other’s breasts.
Blutus watched for two seconds, squealed in disgust, then ran to the other room.
Stig just carried the bowl of popcorn around and ate it like he was watching WrestleMania.
I followed them through the penthouse, too, stunned and enormously turned on by what I was seeing. It was crazy stupid hot.
Not like crazy (although it was),
stupid (although it was sort of that, too),
and hot (although it was DEFINITELY that) –
– but CrazyStupidHot.
You know that scene at the end of the first Ant-Man where Michael Peña is telling the story about the date his friend goes on, and the friend says to the bartender, Hey, look at the girl I’m with – she’s crazy stupid fine, right? and Stan Lee goes, Craaazy stupid fine!
Yeah.
Like that.
Crazy stupid hot.
Both Alaria and Meera put on quite the show: licking, sucking, rubbing, cupping, pinching, caressing, fingering, ‘tailing,’ ‘winging,’ moaning, grunting, and a whole lot more in rapid succession.
The one thing there wasn’t, though, was spanking. And that was where Alaria made her fatal mistake.
After about five minutes, it was obvious that Alaria was getting crazy excited. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, and I could see a sheen of wetness covering both her thighs between her legs.
Meera was enjoying herself, too, but I knew from experience that it wasn’t the sex that made her hot, it was the kink.
I’m sure it was plenty kinky having rough sex with a demoness, but unless somebody was shouting “You dirty slut!” and spanking her, Meera just wasn’t going to climax. In fact, I would have bet good money she wasn’t anywhere close.
Alaria was.
I saw all the signs – the trembling in her legs, the fluttering of muscles in her belly, the glazed look in her eyes.
And then she started to come.
I knew she was trying with all her might to stop. She clamped her jaws shut and her body went rigid with the effort, but in the end she couldn’t hold it back.
“MMMMMOHHHHH FUUUUUUUCK – ” she screamed, and every limb flailed as her back arched and her wings and tail thrashed. A jet of clear liquid shot out from her crotch and splashed on Meera’s breasts.
Alaria had just squirted.
Which meant she had lost.
The angel finally stopped pumping her fingers in and out of Alaria and howled triumphantly. “I WON! I get Ian!”
My eyes bugged out like tennis balls. “Say WHAT?!”
In her triumph, Meera ignored me and focused entirely on Alaria. “Leave here, Hell-Whore, and never return!”
Alaria dragged herself across the floor like a dying man on the battlefield, then staggered to her feet. She looked at me, her face full of agony –
And then she burst into tears.
My heart broke in two as I watched her cry.
Then she ran buck naked across the room and out the door of the penthouse.
I stared after her in shock. Finally I gathered my wits about me and turned back to Meera, who had struggled to her feet on shaky legs.
“I… I have to go after her. I’m sorry.”
I turned and ran through the door.
I did one more thing as I fled. Fearing for Stig and Blutus’s safety, I cast All-Seeing Eye and left it behind me to make sure she didn’t attack them.
She didn’t. Far from it.
Instead she stood there in horrified shock, watching as I ran out the door.
“But… I won…” she whispered, tears shimmering in her eyes.
Then she collapsed on the couch, her head in her hands, and bawled like a baby.
Stig walked over to her and lightly tapped on her leg.
Meera looked down at him as tears poured down her cheeks.
The little imp held up his bottle of beer and offered it to her.
She paused, still weeping… then took the beer and chugged it down.
“Thank you,” she whispered after it was finished, then went back to crying.
Stig crawled up on the sofa beside her and patted her knee consolingly.
Even more amazing, she let him.
The whole scene was too heartbreaking for me to watch anymore, so I let the spell lapse and ran after Alaria.
30
On a hunch, I ran up the stairs in the foyer and found Alaria on the roof of the building. She was sitting naked on the ledge, stilettoed boots hanging off the side, her face buried in her hands, her whole body shaking as she sobbed quietly.
“Hey,” I whispered as I came up beside her. I was really freaked out by being out here 30 stories up, and I didn’t want to startle her and make her fall off.
She dropped her hands a few inches and looked at me. I was expecting her to scowl and curse me up and down – but instead she just turned away and cried even more heavily into her palms.
I crept closer. “Could you, uh… could you get away from the edge?”
She looked over at me and frowned through her tears. “W-why?”
“I’m afraid you might fall off.”
She turned away again as she sobbed, “I c-can fly now.”
“I know you can glide, but this is awfully high.”
“Not just glide – I can fly. Not long distances, but…” She trailed off, but at least she wasn’t crying anymore. She just stared out at the night sky. “I assume you’ve been getting more powerful.”
“Yeah – how’d you know?”
“Every couple of days, no matter what I did, I got a new power. Like the pitchfork. It made it hard to forget you.” She paused, then added bitterly, “Even though I tried.”
“I tried, too. Didn’t work,” I said, trying to inject a little humor into my voice.
Despite my fear, I sat down on the ledge next to her. I figured even if she pushed me off, I’d only have a few seconds of abject terror before I respawned in the nearest graveyard.
“I tried to drink you away for a week,” I said. “Woke up every morning in the gutter trying to forget you. It just made it worse.”
I was about to say, And I looked at your picture obsessively on my Action Bar, but she had no idea what an Action Bar was, and it would just be confusing. So instead I added, “And I thought about you all the time. I mean, ALL the time.”
She glanced over at me. I expected her to say something, but she didn’t.
“Why’d you come back?” I asked.
“Because forgetting you didn’t work,” she murmured.
“I thought you hated me.”
“I did… for a while. But mostly I just wondered what was so awful about me that you had to ask the gods to change me.”
Her voice broke as she said what was so awful about me.
The sound was like a knife in my heart.
I winced. “Alaria…”
Her shoulders heaved up and down as she began to sob again. “And then I saw you with her… and now I know.”
“Know what?” I asked, bewildered.
“She’s an angel.” She said it with both contempt and deep pain in her voice.
“So?”
“I’m a demon,” she said
in frustration, like I was the densest idiot imaginable.
I guess I was.
“So?” I repeated.
“So if she’s what you want, then there’s no way you would someone like me.”
“But I do want you,” I protested. “You’re the only thing I want.”
“Then why did you try to change me?”
I sat and thought about that for a few seconds. My first reaction was to say, Because I wanted you to be monogamous – but why did I want her to be monogamous?
For some reason I pictured Saykir staring at me, bug-eyed and insane – the expression he had when he saw how much bigger my dick was than his. And probably the same look he’d worn when he slaughtered every male frost elf in his kingdom.
That was when I realized it.
“Because I was insecure,” I said quietly. “Because I was so scared I would lose you…”
Do I be completely honest?
…yeah. It’s time.
“…to another man. So I tried to change you so I wouldn’t lose you.” I turned to her and shook my head sadly. “There’s not a thing wrong with you, Alaria. I was the one who was wrong.”
“But I promised you I wouldn’t sleep with any other men, only women!” she protested.
“I know. I was just too insecure to believe you. I guess I thought it was just a matter of time before I came home to find you in bed with another guy.”
“But I wouldn’t have done that,” she whispered. “I promised you I wouldn’t until you said it was alright, and I never would have broken that promise.”
Most of me believed her… but the ugly, jealous part of me screamed She’s lying!
I wasn’t about to let that part of me win.
Not again.
“I know,” I said simply. “I fucked up.”
She seemed to relax a little, as though finally she had some answers she could understand.
“But why are you with her?” Alaria asked unhappily. “Of all the women you could have slept with – why an angel?”
“Why does that matter?”
“Because she’s the opposite of everything I am. I’m sexual, and she’s a good little girl,” Alaria sneered. “I think for myself, and she follows around some Asshole in the Sky. I do what I want, but I bet she loves you to boss her around.”
I didn’t think now was the time to say Yeah, about that ‘good little girl’ part…
So I said, “I don’t know about that.”
“I do,” Alaria snapped. “I saw her collar, and I know it’s a temporary one. So I know what you’ve been doing.”
Again, I didn’t think it was wise to say, I’m not so sure you do.
So this time I just stayed quiet.
Alaria let out a noise, a cross between a sigh and a small animal in pain. “Do you know what it was like to think I was broken, that there was something so wrong with me that you didn’t want to be with me – and then come back and find you with her?”
I felt awful. “No. No, I can’t even imagine how it must have felt. I’m sorry.”
She looked at me like she was in real pain. “So what was it that made you want to be with her?”
I shrugged. “She was what just came along first. It all kind of happened by chance.”
“It might have happened by chance the first time, but you stayed with her. Why?”
I sat there and thought for a few seconds.
Why AM I with Meera?
Suddenly I knew.
“She was just another way to drink you away,” I said. “But she didn’t work, either.”
Alaria stared at me, and I could see her expression had softened the tiniest bit.
“She doesn’t mean anything to me,” I said, shaking my head. “Not like you do. Not even close. Even when I was with her, I… I kept pretending that she was you.”
I expected her to get angry, to be furious – but instead she broke into tears and a smile at the same time. She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me.
Her lips tasted like the salt of her tears.
When she pulled back, she whispered, “That’s the sweetest thing you could have said to me.”
Damn, succubi are different from regular girls…
“Let’s run away,” she said desperately. “Let’s go. Now.”
My heart skipped a beat with both joy and surprise.
Everything was right with the world again.
“I do have my own ride now,” I mused. “And you can fly… we just need to go get Stig and Blutus.”
“Blutus? Was he that giant throw rug I saw?”
“Yeah, that’s him. Maybe he can fly, too… he’s definitely got the wings for it.”
“Why do you keep talking about us flying when we’ve got a perfectly good pirate ship at our disposal?”
“Krug brought you here?”
“Of course.”
“But – I thought you traded away all your future trips so he would take you away… from here…”
I was trying to tread lightly on the subject of the day she left me here in Exardus.
“He didn’t hold me to it,” she explained. “Well, not all of it. He just knocked off one trip. But…”
“But what?”
“He did make me trade in the rest to come back here.”
I stared at her. “You traded in everything just to come back here and get me?!”
She smiled sweetly and put her hand against my cheek. “Yes. Well, he did agree to fly us to the next port. But after that, we’re on our own.”
I was bowled over. Alaria had been so distraught at the time, I could totally understand why she’d given up all her trips aboard the Revenge to get away from me. But to get them all back and then willingly give them up again –
She had basically given up the easiest path to revenge against her former masters. All so she could come back for me.
And when she did, she’d found me playing house with another woman.
“Babe, I’m so sorry – ”
“Shhh,” she whispered as she put one finger against my lips. “It was all worth it.”
“When would we leave?”
“Right now.”
But then I started thinking, and I got a pensive look on my face.
What about Varkus and all that gold I owe him?
What about his bounty hunters?
Alaria misinterpreted my hesitance, and her expression suddenly grew cold. “Unless you want to stay with her.”
“NO!” I exploded. “No, I want you. I want you exactly the way you are. I want…”
I want.
Suddenly the words of the Oracle echoed in my ears again.
I want… I don’t want.
I like… I don’t like.
If you cannot abide the sunlight, ask the sun if it will stop shining…
It may well set at your request… but if it does not accept your entreaties, then either stay and accept its light… or step into the shadow and look back no more…
Holy SHIT.
I had thought that speech from the Oracle had been about my boss.
Turns out I was wrong.
If you cannot abide Alaria’s behavior, ask her if she will stop…
She may well stop at your request… but if she does not accept your entreaties, then either stay with her and accept her… or leave and never look back…
Hell… the more I thought about it, the Oracle’s words probably weren’t even about Alaria so much as they were about life.
Still, according to John, the game had been watching everything I’d done with Alaria. Everything I’d done to her, trying to change her.
And it knew she was coming back.
It had tried to warn me through the Oracle that this moment was coming.
I sat there in utter and complete shock. That little grasshopper lady had been wise all along, and I’d been too stupid to realize it.
But if the Oracle had been wise, then all her words were worth following. Right?
“I
an?” Alaria asked, a little worried.
“Actually… there’s something else I’ve got to say.”
Alaria looked even more scared. “What?”
“I know you said you wouldn’t sleep with any other guys, but we also agreed that would just be temporary until we figured everything else out. The thing is, I don’t like thinking about you with another man. I know that’s just my insecurity and jealousy talking, but I can’t help it. I’m insecure and jealous about it, and I know it’s not going to change anytime soon. I don’t want you to be with any other guys but me. I want it to just be the two of us. And if it can’t be just the two of us…”
I swallowed hard, then forced myself to say the next sentence.
“…then I think it’s better if we go our separate ways now instead of dragging it out.”
She looked away from me and was quiet.
I read once that when negotiating with someone, once you lay the offer down, the one who speaks first is the one who loses.
(Apparently an entirely different issue from ‘fuckoffs,’ where the one who comes first loses.)
There was no way I was going to lose this one by speaking first, so we both sat there in silence until she spoke. (As soon as she did, I inwardly rejoiced.)
“When you say ‘the two of us,’ you mean no other men – right?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“JUST men… right?”
“Right.”
She sat there quietly for another 20 seconds… then finally shrugged. “Okay.”
I looked at her in shock. “…‘okay’? Like, ‘okay, I won’t sleep with any other guys’ okay?”
“Yes. BUT,” she said sternly, “that means that I can sleep with as many women as I want, and you can’t say anything about it. If I’m going to make that big of a tradeoff, then no more complaining about the women I choose to be with.”
I thought about that.
I thought about the dryads and undines and female dwarves and orcs.
I thought about the midget porn.
Sorry, I meant the orgies with female gnomes.
Alaria was starting to look worried again when I finally relented.
“…okay.”
“Okay?” she asked happily. “‘Okay’ like you’re not going to complain even if you come home and find me in bed with 20 female frost elves?”
