by A. J. Markam
“Oh!” Lilandra gasped, then giggled. “What are you going to do now?”
“Change places. Ian, come over here. And let’s get you out of that pesky uniform, shall we?”
Alaria began to expertly undo the lacy ties on Lilandra’s uniform. Then, as she and I changed places, Alaria tugged the dress over the nymph’s head, leaving her completely nude except for the garter belt, straps, and fishnet stockings.
Fuck she was hot. Her breasts were lovely mounds arching up from her chest, tipped by dark green areolas with hard nipples. Her belly was flat and lean, her waist tiny and her hips wide. Her pussy lips might have been bare, but there was a beautiful little landing strip of dark green hair above her clit.
“This won’t do,” Alaria said disapprovingly.
I had no idea what she was talking about. This would do plenty well for me.
“Here – scooch over to the corner of the bed, so that your head is hanging off one side of the mattress and your ass is hanging off the other,” Alaria commanded the nymph.
Ah – now I see what she meant. Alaria wanted both me and her to be able to do stuff with Lilandra without having to lie on top of her.
The nymph scooted over until she was on the corner of the king-size bed. Her head was now lolling back over the edge of the mattress, and I could enter her pussy now while still standing up.
Lilandra looked up expectantly. “What should I do now?”
“Just lie there for a second and look pretty,” Alaria said as she slipped off her bra and thong, but kept on her thigh-high boots. “Ian, before you fuck her, I want you to tease her some more. Rub your cock along the outside of her pussy. Gradually press it into her clit harder and harder, but make her beg you for it before you slip it inside her.”
Sounded good to me.
“What about you?” Lilandra asked Alaria.
My succubus smiled. “Now you’re going to pleasure me.”
15
I grabbed Lilandra’s pale green legs, spread them into a V, and settled them against my chest.
“Oh,” she said with a big smile, and craned her neck up to see what I was doing.
Alaria grabbed Lilandra’s hair and forced her head back down – then stepped into place so that her thighs were straddling the nymph’s face.
“Ohhhh,” Lilandra murmured. I couldn’t see anything now but her lips and chin, which were positioned right at Alaria’s pussy.
“Lick me,” Alaria growled.
Lilandra’s dark green tongue darted out and began to lap at Alaria’s pussy.
“Mmmm,” my succubus murmured with a smile, and tilted her head back. “That’s it. Ohhhh… oh yes…”
Seeing all that, my cock was aching for a little action, so I slid it over Lilandra’s pussy.
God she was wet. With the saliva still coating my shaft, and the juices all over her lips, I slid smooth as silk across her cleft.
“Mmmmm,” Lilandra murmured, though the sound was muffled by Alaria’s soft flesh.
I pressed my palm against the head of my cock and forced it down a bit, increasing the friction over the soft, firm bud of Lilandra’s clit as I slid back and forth.
“MMMMM,” Lilandra groaned. She was getting so excited, she reached her arms around Alaria’s waist and gripped my succubus's ass cheeks firmly in her hands.
“Oh fuck yes,” Alaria moaned, and gripped Lilandra’s head between her leather-clad thighs. It was like some kinky S&M lesbian scene – just that one hot chick was red, and the other was green.
I slid back and forth vigorously, pressing my cock down harder on Lilandra’s clit with every stroke.
Her thighs began to twitch and tremble again.
“MMMM!” she screamed as her tongue lapped at Alaria’s little red clit.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK – ” Alaria cried out, and threw her head back as she came, too. “GODDESS, YES, FUCK, YES!”
I stopped slipping and sliding as Lilandra’s trembling gradually returned to normal, and Alaria released her leather-clad vise grip on the nymph’s head.
“Mmmm… that was very, very nice,” Alaria murmured with a smile, then leaned over, her breasts dangling full and heavy as she kissed Lilandra.
The nymph and the succubus were facing different directions, so the kiss was upside down – but that made it even hotter.
Then Alaria broke off the kiss and smiled into Lilandra’s face. “Well, you’ve definitely earned whatever you want. What would you like?”
The nymph stared intently up into Alaria’s eyes. “Use me.”
Fuuuuuuuck.
Alaria looked up at me mischievously. “You heard the woman, Ian. Use her – and use her good.”
Then Alaria crept down Lilandra’s body, kissing her chin, her neck, her collarbones, until she finally reached the nymph’s breasts. She began to lick one erect green nipple, then took it between her lips and sucked.
Of course, now Alaria’s gigantic breasts were dangling in Lilandra’s face. The nymph greedily grabbed them with both hands and began to massage them as she sucked first one nipple, then the other.
I was about to explode. And if I was going to come, I knew where I wanted to do it.
I took the swollen head of my cock, positioned it right between Lilandra’s lips, and thrust inside her with one uninterrupted stroke.
“OH YES!” Lilandra screamed.
Well, that was encouraging.
I began to rock in and out of her, slow at first, then faster. FUCK she was drenched, even wetter than her mouth. Just loose enough to caress every inch of my shaft. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, so I tried to do a little something extra for the nymph before I came.
Since I was standing up, it was easy enough to change my angle so the head of my cock was rubbing up against her g-spot. I wasn’t very long by any means, but the g-spot was only a few inches inside most women on the wall of her vagina closest to her belly button, so I could reach that.
Lilandra started to go wild. She bucked her lower body against me, slapping her ass against my crotch as my swollen head pressed firmly against her g-spot with every stroke.
“YES! YES! YES! YES!” she screamed with every thrust.
Alaria decided to get into the fun, too. Even as she kept sucking Lilandra’s nipple, she reached out one arm and put one fingertip on Lilandra’s clit. At first she just circled it softly, but then she rubbed directly on it, faster and faster, until her finger was just a blur. And all the while I was thrusting in and out of Lilandra, the head of my cock massaging her g-spot.
When the nymph finally came, she came big.
“GAAAAAAAAAAH!” she screamed.
Her pussy gripped my entire shaft, and I felt her muscles pulse all around me.
Not only that, but a warm jet of water flowed against my belly, distorting the seawater like air shimmering above scorching hot metal on a summer’s day.
She’d squirted.
That put me over the edge.
“OH FUCK!” I groaned, and shot my load deep inside her.
“Oh yes,” Alaria moaned as both Lilandra and I came at the same time. I knew Alaria got off on other people’s orgasms almost as much as having one herself.
Well… maybe not almost as much. But she was obviously enjoying the show.
I finally slowed down, panting. Alaria rolled off of Lilandra’s body and lay beside her on the bed. The nymph’s thighs and pussy were still trembling with aftershocks, and her face looked like she’d just had a religious experience.
Not any sort of religious experience those dipshits outside the city gates would approve of, though.
Once I pulled out of Lilandra, we all crept up next to each other on the bed and caressed each other’s bodies in post-orgasmic afterglow.
“That was… indescribable,” Lilandra sighed contentedly.
“It was definitely fun,” Alaria smiled.
“Fun?! I’ve never felt like that, ever!” the nymph exclaimed.
“Really? How many lovers have you
had?” Alaria asked.
“Not that many, actually. And only other nymphs.” Lilandra smiled at me as she cupped my balls. “Which is why I particularly enjoyed your cock. It was wonderful.”
That’s always a nice thing to hear.
But something was odd about what she’d said.
“Wait – you were lesbian before tonight?” I asked. “Because earlier you seemed pretty enthusiastic about all the incubi’s, uh, packages.”
“I wasn’t a lesbian by choice, but necessity. After the king died, our queen had to kill all the men in our land when they attempted a coup against her. So now the women just make do with fingers and tongues.”
“There are always strap-ons,” Alaria said helpfully.
“Oooooh, that sounds fun,” Lilandra said, wide-eyed.
“Wait – there aren’t any men in your kingdom?!” I asked.
“No.”
“Then how are you going to, you know – make more little nymphs?”
“Though she doesn’t trust any male enough to marry again, the queen is constantly trying to find a suitable mate for the princess. Once she does, our kingdom will join forces with the new army and finally crush the Naga – and Zali – once and for all,” Lilandra seethed.
“Until then, no cock?” Alaria asked.
“No cock,” Lilandra said sadly, then grinned and caressed my stiffening unit with her hand. “Except for me. Mmmm.”
Not that I wanted to interrupt what was going on, but I had to ask. “The Naga said they don’t work for Zali – is that true?”
“Yes. Zali is their patron, you might say. He built this mansion on the outskirts of our kingdom.” Lilandra’s face grew dark. “We let the little bastard live in peace, thinking he was only an eccentric, but then he went and cast his lot with the Naga. Almost overnight they constructed the city as an outpost, and ever since then those foul serpents have had a foothold on our land. That was how I came to be here in this house. The Naga captured me during a raid and offered me to Zali as a tribute.”
“So if the nymphs get rid of the Naga, they’ll kill Zali, too?”
“Yes – and I will finally be free.” Suddenly the nymph’s eyes went wide and she sat up frantically. “Oh no – I’ve been gone too long – I should go!”
“Wait, what?” I asked. After all the cock-stroking, I’d been looking forward to round two.
“Zali might be looking for me – I have to go!” she cried out as she jumped out of bed and hurriedly put on her French maid dress.
“Well, come back if you want to do it some more,” Alaria said.
“Oh, yes, please, can we do it again?” the nymph asked as she pinned her tangled hair atop her head.
“Of course,” Alaria said with a reassuring smile. “I don’t think we’ll be killing Zali anytime soon, so we’ll probably be here for a while.”
“Hey!” I said indignantly.
“Well, do you think we’ll be killing Zali anytime soon?” Alaria asked.
“…I don’t know,” I said grumpily. “There’s always a chance…”
“Well, don’t kill him too soon,” Lilandra said. “Or if you do, promise me you’ll stay a week and fuck me every day!”
“Every hour, on the hour,” Alaria laughed.
“Mmmm, I look forward to it,” the nymph purred. She leaned over and kissed Alaria with a little tongue, then did the same to me – but stroked my cock with one hand as we kissed.
Just as she got me going, though, she stood up and waved. “Goodnight!”
Then she quickly let herself out and closed the door behind her.
“Well, damn,” Alaria sighed. “I was hoping for a little more sea nymph action tonight.”
“Me too. How did you know to tease her so much when we started?”
“Simple – she’d been anticipating having sex for so long, it was the anticipation that drove her wild. So I just played with that and made her wait as long as possible till she got the good stuff.” Her hand drifted down to my cock and stroked it to full mast. “Speaking of the ‘good stuff,’ I’ve been anticipating it the whole last hour. Are you going to make me anticipate it any longer?”
“You can have it only when you beg,” I teased her.
She stared deep into my eyes and gave me the most longing look imaginable. “Then please, Ian, please, I’m begging you – fuck me. Slide that gorgeous cock inside me and fuck my brains out for as long as you possibly can.”
With a request like that, I had to comply.
We didn’t get to sleep until three hours later.
16
The next morning, Alaria and I awoke to a gentle knocking. When I answered the door, there was no one there – but there was a new room service cart with silver domes, a beautiful arrangement of coral and shells, and a note:
I had a wonderful night with both of you. Looking forward to the next one.
I looked down the hallway for Lilandra, but she was nowhere to be seen.
I wheeled in the cart.
“Oooh,” Alaria said as she leaned up on one elbow, “did our breakfast come with a side order of hot sea nymph?”
“Unfortunately, no. I guess she was afraid of Zali finding out or something.”
I lifted up the domes one by one to find an assortment of land fruits (apples, bananas, and pears), some sort of seaweed salad, and several hardboiled eggs. Whether they were from chickens or not, I had no idea.
Out of curiosity, I checked the dinner cart from the night before, which we hadn’t touched. (Well, Alaria and I hadn’t touched it. Stig had done a pretty good job of manhandling it.)
There was the aforementioned roast beef, some sort of tuber-looking things mixed with seaweed, and an assortment of what must have been underwater pastries. Maybe ‘sponge cake.’
Get it?
Because sponges, the living creatures, live in the ocean?
…never mind.
I wasn’t sure if the food from last night was safe to eat after sitting around for 10 hours, so we ripped into the breakfast meal. Everything was surprisingly tasty, even if it came pre-salted.
Get it? We were in the ocean? Pre-salted?
…never mind.
Halfway through breakfast, Stig came staggering in. I could almost see the alcohol fumes wafting off him through the water.
“Hey, bosh,” he slurred.
“What the – are you drunk?!”
“Mmmmmaybe,” Stig said, following by a Hic!
“Dammit – I told Zali not to turn on the faun again!”
“Maybe Stig turned him on, like he did yesterday,” Alaria smirked.
I looked back at her with an EWWWW expression. “Stop, that’s gross.”
She frowned. “No it’s not.” Then she smirked again. “I enjoy watching it.”
“I don’t care, I don’t want to hear about Stig doing… that.”
“Why? It’s okay for two women to go down on each other, but not two – ”
“UPP-PUP-BUP!” I yelled, putting out one hand in a STOP! motion. “Don’t wanna hear about it!”
She rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re so closeminded.”
“People can do whatever they want in private as long as I don’t have to look at it. Or hear about it. Or think about it.”
“Bigot.”
“No I’m not! Besides, Stig was just trying to get drunk!”
“Maybe he likes it – did you ever think about that?”
“I seriously doubt it.”
“Why don’t you ask him?” Alaria said, and turned to the imp. “Hey Stiggie, would you go down on a faun if it were real and not a statue?”
“Only if booze came out of it,” Stig said.
“JESUS,” I said, hanging my head in despair.
“What, does booze come of Jesus?” Stig asked excitedly. “Which part?”
As soon as he said it, I threw up a little in my mouth.
Alaria heard the gagging noise and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“…just
… so many images I don’t want in my head…”
“You big weenie,” she said, and playfully slapped my ass. “Speaking of big weenies – ”
“STOP!”
“I was just going to say we should go down to the sculpture garden and, you know, go search for Zali amongst the big weenies.”
I turned around to see her grinning from ear to ear, like she found all of this hilarious.
I glared at her. “You just want to go look at all the incubi in the gay part of the sculpture garden.”
She grinned even wider and nodded her head rapidly.
“Ugh,” I groaned, and put my plate of food back on the cart. I wasn’t hungry anymore.
“Oh, come onnnn… you can look at all the lesbian succubi scenes,” Alaria offered. “All that hot girl-on-girl action… the licking… the fingerbanging… the scissoring… the 69ing… dozens of beautiful women grabbing each other’s tits and sucking on each other’s nipples…”
A smile slowly spread over my face.
Ahhhh… my Happy Place…
The more I thought about that, the better I felt.
Until Alaria added, “And I’ll just look at all the hot guys stroking each other’s – ”
“STOP!” I yelled, and clapped my hands over my ears. “CAN’T HEAR YOU! LA LA LA LA LA!”
“And sticking their – ”
“LA LA LA LAAAAA! CAN’T HEAR YOOOUUU!”
Try as I might to ignore her, Alaria tortured me all the way down to the sculpture garden.
17
When we finally reached the back door of the villa, a question occurred to me that had momentarily been obscured by Alaria’s obsession with gay porn.
“Hey,” I asked Stig, “where did you get the alcohol?”
“Some nice people gave it to me,” Stig said, followed by a Hic!
“‘Nice people’?” I frowned. “What nice peop– ”
“Good morneeng, my freends!” Zali said as he strode towards us out of the sculpture garden, his arms open wide as though he wanted to embrace us all. He was looking very dapper again in an electric blue suit with a bright yellow tie and psychedelic pocket square. “I trust you slept well?”
