by A. J. Markam
Both women were now on the bed on all fours, both their asses in the air, side by side. It was a beautiful sight, with Alaria’s crimson derriere pressed right up next to Meera’s pale, shapely bottom. Their wings brushed against each other, too – black dragon and white dove.
“Alright, stud,” Alaria growled over her shoulder. “Fuck me first while you finger her.”
Holy SHIT.
As I positioned myself behind Alaria, she turned her head and started making out with Meera.
Ohhhh…
I placed my swollen head right at Alaria’s slit – but then I decided to tease her. I rubbed my tip across her drenched lips, but didn’t enter her.
Alaria broke off her kiss with Meera.
“Oh, fuck you,” she groaned, her eyes closed in frustration. “Just put it in already.”
“Say please,” I ordered.
“Oh Goddess… please put it in,” she moaned.
“Put it in, Master,” I said.
She looked back at me, and I could see some kind of spark in her eyes.
For a second I thought I might have pushed it too far – that it was okay for her to play that role with Meera, but not okay for me to play it with Alaria – but she held my gaze and whispered, “Please, Master… please put your cock inside me.”
I smiled and gently eased my way inside her.
“Ohhhhhh,” Alaria moaned, and closed her eyes in euphoria.
Meera watched the whole exchange like a kid in a candy store, then turned back to me eagerly. “Please, Master – please fuck me.”
“Just fingers for now,” Alaria moaned as I moved in and out of her. “Mistress gets the cock.”
I licked a couple of my fingers and began to play with Meera’s pussy. She moaned happily, a big smile on her face – until I eased my fingers inside her, at which point her smile became a frown of intense pleasure.
I settled into a rhythm, rocking inside Alaria at the same time I thrust inside Meera.
Both women groaned in pleasure, and then Alaria leaned over and began making out with Meera again.
Enough time had passed, so I cast the All-Seeing Eye once more.
I sent it out in front of them and watched as their breasts swung back and forth as I moved inside them. I moaned as Alaria French-kissed Meera, both of them lost in the moment.
“Okay,” Alaria said as she broke off the kiss, “you can fuck her now – but finger me, too.”
I pulled out of Alaria, stepped over twelve inches, placed the tip of my cock between Meera’s lips, and slowly sank inside her.
“OHHHHH!” Meera cried out.
She was much tighter than Alaria. It was nice, but I preferred my succubus.
I wet the fingers of my left hand and eased them inside Alaria, who groaned in satisfaction. I curled them downwards, found her g-spot, and began stroking firmly.
Alaria reached between her own legs and began rubbing her clit with hard, fast strokes.
The two women didn’t bother to make out again – they were too busy moaning.
“OH – OH – OH – ” Meera called out, her voice high.
“Goddess… fuck… oh Goddess,” Alaria grunted as her head dipped down towards the bed.
As Meera’s cries got higher-and higher-pitched, Alaria’s groans got deeper.
“OH – OH – OH – OH – ”
“Goddess – oh fuck – oh Goddess… oh FUCK… ”
Suddenly Meera was coming. “OOOOOOHHHHH – ”
Alaria joined her seconds later, her fingers a blur between her legs as I stroked her g-spot firm and fast.
“OH FUCK – OH FUUUUUUCKKK – ”
I felt a trickle of liquid on my hand as Alaria squirted.
Alaria’s noises just made Meera scream even louder.
I slowed down until I was just barely moving inside both of them.
Alaria looked over her shoulder at me, a light sheen of sweat on her entire body. “You up for one more thing?”
“Sure – what?” I asked.
Alaria got a devilish grin on her face. “I want to fuck her now.”
A moment later, Alaria and I were kneeling on the bed facing each other, with Meera on all fours between us. I was positioned in front of Meera’s mouth; Alaria was right behind her ass.
“Take Master in your mouth,” Alaria instructed.
Meera complied, her silky lips wrapping around my cock.
Then Alaria’s tail came up from between her legs. She doubled it over with her hand so that it was one long, ten-inch loop.
I knew exactly what she was planning to do, since I’d seen her do it at least a dozen times to Tarka.
“Is she going to be able to take all that?” I asked dubiously.
Alaria grinned. “We’re about to find out.”
She gingerly inserted the rounded loop inside Meera, who moaned as the tip slipped inside her. The angel stopped moving her head as bliss overtook her.
“Keep sucking Master no matter what,” Alaria instructed.
Meera murmured her acquiescence and began moving her mouth over my cock again.
Alaria inserted a bit more of her tail, and Meera grunted and moaned.
Then Alaria began to rock back and forth, using her doubled-over tail like a strap-on.
I didn’t need the All-Seeing Eye this time. I had the best seat in the house as I watched Alaria’s heavy breasts swing back and forth as her pelvis smacked into Meera’s ass.
“Mm – mm – MM – MM – ” Meera moaned with every thrust, her mouth full of my cock and her pussy filled with Alaria’s tail.
“Keep sucking, little angel,” Alaria ordered.
“Mm-hm,” Meera murmured, then continued groaning as Alaria drove deeper and harder inside her.
“Say, Ian,” Alaria purred, “does somebody here like to be spanked?”
Meera tried to speak with her mouth full. “MM mm, MM mm!”
I laughed. “Yeah, I would say so.”
“Good. Because I feel like spanking somebody.”
Suddenly Alaria let fly with an open-handed SLAP! across Meera’s bare ass.
“MMMM!” Meera squealed, her eyes rolling back in her head.
SLAP!
“MMMM!”
“Who’s your Mistress?” Alaria called out.
“Mm mrrr,” Meera moaned. You are.
“Damn right I am,” Alaria growled, and SLAPPED! Meera’s ass with abandon.
Within seconds, Meera was coming again, screaming with pleasure.
The entire time, I watched Alaria in awe. Not because of how sexy she was, or how amazing she was in bed, though both were true – but because of how generous and forgiving she was.
I had hurt her terribly, but rather than punish me, she’d given me one of the greatest nights of my life.
Meera had screamed at her in the graveyard and called her all sorts of names – even tried to kill her – and yet here Alaria was, treating the angel to untold pleasures.
Yeah, of course Alaria was getting off on it, too – but the fact of the matter was, not many people could have gotten past the pain or the anger that Alaria had been through. They would have shut down completely, or they would have taken all their hurt out on the other person during sex and been demeaning and vicious.
If Alaria was demeaning it all, it was just enough that Meera loved it, and with no malice behind it.
I stared at Alaria as she smiled and laughed.
She caught me looking at her. “What?”
“I love you,” I said, overcome with emotion.
She grinned. “Right back atcha, ‘Master.’”
Then she leaned towards me over Meera’s body. I did the same, and we kissed with an angel between us.
When Alaria pulled away, she teased me, “And you were going to try to make me monogamous.”
At that moment, I saw my past obsession for what it was: the stupidest fucking idea in the world.
34
We fucked another couple of hours, taking only
enough time to rest and drink. Then we were back at it in every conceivable position and combination.
We fell asleep in a tangle of bodies, exhausted.
Then when the sun rose, we went at it again.
Two days passed. Two days full of sex and laughter and eating and drinking, with nothing but unalloyed pleasure to guide us.
Sometimes we would talk, and Alaria would ask Meera questions about her previous life. Meera cried twice, and both times Alaria took her to her breast and cradled her.
Not only that, but Alaria pushed Meera into new scenarios – role-playing, little scenes where Meera was dominant, trying out new personas and ways of seeing herself. Stretching her erotic wings, you might say.
In the end, though, Meera decided she liked being submissive most of all, and gladly went back to whatever Alaria commanded.
Which I was glad about. I didn’t exactly enjoy getting spanked.
On the morning of the third day we finally had to say goodbye. The Revenge was scheduled to take off, and us along with it. Otherwise I might have gladly stayed in Exardus forever.
Except for that pesky ‘in debt to a mob boss’ thing.
When we said our goodbyes, Meera was more relaxed than I had ever seen her before. Her hair fell in just-been-fucked tresses all around her face, and for the first time she looked more like a woman than a hesitant teenage girl.
I glanced around the wreckage of the penthouse, which we still hadn’t bothered to clean up. (Too busy having sex.) “What are you going to do now that the angels aren’t giving you a monthly stipend?”
“Goddess, don’t badger the poor girl,” Alaria scolded me.
“What?! I’m worried about her.”
“It’s alright,” Meera said. “I’ll probably have to move, but I’ve been thinking of selling my services to adventurers entering the Tomb of Tharos.”
Alaria raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Which services?”
Meera gave her a look like Don’t even joke about that. “As a guide and sell-sword, nothing more.”
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“I’m thinking about it.”
I was pretty sure her plan was impossible – an NPC couldn’t enter a dungeon unless bound to a player – but I didn’t want to rain on her parade. She would have plenty of time to think of another alternative.
So I just said, “Well, be careful not to die.”
“Do you say all your goodbyes this way?” Alaria asked, then imitated me with an oafish voice: “Be careful not to die.”
“I’m WORRIED about her.”
“You know, you could let me wear the collar,” Meera suggested coquettishly.
“No,” Alaria said.
“Just so I can be resurrected,” Meera pleaded. “Ian could order me to be my own master when he’s not around.”
Alaria looked dubious, but deferred to me. “Well… it’s up to you.”
As much as I really wanted to keep the collar – it had been enormously useful on Toothy, after all, and probably could be again in the future – Meera had paid for it.
And her suggestion was a pretty good one. As long as she wore the collar, she was bound to me and could never truly die.
Not to mention, it might be a good idea to have somebody with a flaming sword on my team if I ever needed her.
I retrieved the collar and put it around her neck. Then I said, “I command you to be your own master when I’m not around, and make the best decisions for you.”
The collar glowed, and her icon popped up again on my Action Bar.
“Thank you,” Meera said gratefully.
“You’re welcome. Still, be careful. If you die I can resurrect you, but you’ll show up wherever I am, which could be thousands of miles away.”
“That could be fun,” Alaria purred.
“Yes, it could be,” Meera agreed with a grin.
She gave me a warm kiss goodbye, but she French-kissed Alaria.
As I watched them longingly, I thought about ‘one more for the road’ – but then Alaria broke off the kiss and things got all serious again.
“You get to be whoever you want now,” she said to Meera. “You definitely don’t need a bunch of stuck-up pigeons telling you how to live your life.”
Meera smiled and nodded with a quiet confidence I hadn’t seen in her before. “I know.”
“Good luck.”
“Thank you.” Meera gave her one last soft kiss… then squeezed Alaria’s ass playfully. “Hell-Whore.”
“Bird-Slut,” Alaria smirked, and smacked Meera on the ass.
“Oooh!” Meera sighed contentedly.
“See you around.”
“Come back and visit anytime. Or maybe I’ll die intentionally and come visit you.”
Alaria grinned. “Sounds wonderful.”
“We’ll look forward to it,” I said as I headed for the door. “Not the dying part, but the – ”
Alaria grabbed my arm. “Unh-unh. This way.”
“What way?” I asked, confused.
She tilted her head towards the still-broken window.
“WHAT?! NO! Why would we do that?!”
“Because Varkus knows where you are,” Alaria said. “He might have someone watching the lobby.”
“So?”
“So don’t you owe him a payment today?”
Oh shit.
She was right.
“I could give you what money I have,” Meera suggested.
“No,” I said. “Thanks for the offer, but you need that to live on.”
Alaria smiled. “Besides, we can just leave through the back door, as it were.”
“By jumping out the window and dying?” I asked sarcastically.
“You forget, I can fly now.”
“You said you could fly, and I quote, ‘not long distances.’”
“It’ll be long enough.”
“Oh God…” I whimpered.
I stepped over to the edge and looked down at the dizzying drop –
And then shrieked as Alaria tackled me.
“Bye, Bird-Slut!” Alaria called out as we tumbled into thin air.
“Bye, Hell-Whore!” Meera called out.
I just screamed.
“Oh, stop your whining,” Alaria said as she hooked her hands under my arms and spread her wings wide.
Within seconds we were gliding a hundred feet above the gleaming white streets of Exardus. Alaria flapped her wings a couple of times and we actually rose in altitude.
“Don’t ever do that again!” I snarled.
“But you’re so cute when you scream like a little girl,” Alaria teased.
“I should have put the damn collar on you instead of her,” I grumbled.
“Or maybe you could just try to change me again,” Alaria said, but she laughed when she said it.
I sighed. “I’m never going to live that down, am I?”
“I’ll tell you what – I promise never to tackle you off a 300-foot building again, you promise never to try to change me again, and we’ll never speak of either again. How’s that for a fair trade?”
It was better than fair; it was a steal.
“Deal.”
She flew us to the harbor, where a hundred vessels of varying sizes were docked along the piers, from tiny sailboats to massive airborne man-o’-wars. Another dozen frigates were being worked on in the shipyards; I could see the sparks from the gnomes’ torches.
We landed on the dock in front of the Revenge. Seconds later, Stig and Blutus leaned over the side railing.
“Hey boss!” Stig called out.
“Hey guys.”
Krug, the captain of the Revenge, appeared at the railing, too. “Ian.”
“Krug – good to see you again,” I said, and meant it. Our last goodbye had been strained, so I wanted to let him know there were no hard feelings.
He apparently didn’t care much about hard feelings. He nodded perfunctorily, then grumbled at Alaria, “Took you long enough.”
“And it still wasn’t enough,” she sighed with both happiness and lust.
“Ew,” said Stig, Krug, and Blutus all at the same time.
“Well, we’re leaving now,” I said as we walked up the gangplank to the main deck. “Soon as you possibly can.”
“Good,” Krug grunted, then walked off and began calling out orders at the crew.
“Don’t you think you should ask Blutus if he wants to leave with us?” Alaria said.
“Huh? What are you – ”
Then I realized what she was talking about.
I’d kept the collar on Blutus for so long that I’d forgotten he was wearing it.
“Oh. Sorry,” I said to the furry colossus. “I should have done this a long time ago.”
Then I zapped him with Soul Suck.
“AAAAAH!” he screamed. “Why are you KILLING me?!”
“It’ll be fine,” I yelled over his screams. “Trust me!”
When he got down to 5% hit points, I removed the collar from around his neck and placed it in his oversized palm.
He stared down at the chain in wide-eyed wonder. “You mean… I’m free?”
“Yup,” I said as I poured more Health into him via my Self-Sacrifice spell. After I had topped him off, I said, “So… any interest in joining us on our travels?”
“HELL no.”
“…oh… okay…”
“Should’ve freed him earlier,” Alaria whispered.
“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled.
“No, that’s not it,” Blutus answered. “I’m just… I’m not really a fighter.”
“You’re pretty good at it, actually.”
“But that’s not what I want to do.”
“What do you want to do?”
“Watercolors,” he said brightly.
“…you want to paint? Really?”
“Yes!” Then Blutus scrunched up his face. “Or write musicals. One of the two.”
Okay, wasn’t expecting THAT…
“Well,” I said, reaching into my bag, “here’s 20 gold to help get you started.”
“Thank you!” Blutus beamed.
“Where’s my 20 gold?” Stig asked.
“You drank it all.” I turned back to Blutus. “Just to warn you, if you die, I can resurrect you – but you’ll show up wherever I am.”
“That’s alright, I don’t think art school’s that dangerous,” Blutus said as he headed for the gangplank.
