Date: 2018-05-09 04:00:00+00:00
Keywords: Fantasy; Erotica; Adult; Harem; Adventure; Romance; Science Fiction; Demons; Fiction
Description: Ian survived his first week as a Quality Control tech for the biggest virtual reality game online. What's more, he's in love with the hottest woman imaginable. Only trouble is, she's a demoness from hell. In a videogame. And now he has to go and rescue her. There will be pirates in airships... lustful female elves... and an insanely powerful warlock intent on destroying Ian, Alaria, and Stig. Join our intrepid trio as they journey to the frozen north - but no matter how cold it gets, the action is going to be hot, Hot, HOT. WARNING: This is a story featuring naked women, threesomes, kinky sex,

SUCCUBUS 2

Hell To Pay

A LitRPG Series

A.J. Markam

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1

At one of the lowest points in my life, the videogame gods answered my prayers and I got a job doing quality control on the biggest virtual reality role-playing game in the world. Think Dungeons & Dragons, but it seems real. Taste, touch, sight, smell – all real.

Then things got a little weird.

I basically slipped into a coma while inside a long-term immersion unit. It was a new prototype designed so you could game for weeks without needing to eat, sleep, or take bathroom breaks.

Spoiler alert: they got me out.

But while I was trapped inside the game, I did my job. I played a Warlock – basically a magic-wielding sorcerer with the ability to summon demons and force them to fight for me.

I helped defeat and kill a murderous priest, a lecherous slave trader, and a demonic overlord. (Well, okay, technically I only chased the slave trader to the demonic overlord, who then killed the slaver himself, but… details.)

I liberated an entire city of demon slaves and basically gave them a Cliffs Notes version of the Constitution so they could govern themselves instead of being in thrall to someone else.

And… I met a girl.

The most beautiful, erotic, playful, and complicated woman I had ever met in my entire life.

I fell in love.

She left, which devastated me.

Then she wrote me asking for my help.

And that was how I came to find myself in the grimiest hole-in-the-wall bar imaginable, deep in the bowels of a shithole city called Kvartos.

2

Kvartos was a contested city, meaning all races could mingle peaceably in its streets. However, it was located in orc territory, and I wasn’t a high enough level yet to ride a horse. Which meant I’d spent the last four days on foot, crossing scorching plains of scrub brush and sand, canyons littered with sun-bleached bones, and steppes full of rivers of magma, all while trying to sneak past big green uglies who liked wearing 37 enemy skulls as ‘flair’ on their armor.

Some of those skulls didn’t have all the skin off them yet, either.

Ugh.

Besides the orcs, I’d faced down sandworms, viperbats, lizard people, scorpion centaurs, and more. I’d died 12 times. I’d been resurrected in tiny cemeteries, shallow graves, and mass graves. (Waking up inside a mass grave – not pleasant, let me tell you.) I’d finally made my way to Kvartos, which was sort of like a steampunk version of Mos Eisley on Tatooine, except with hundreds of acres of tarpaper shack slums and skyscrapers made out of welded-together scrap metal.

And by far the nastiest thing I’d experienced so far was the Netherworld Tavern.

The place was basically a small cave in a cliff. From the smell, they’d killed the former inhabitant but hadn’t bothered to remove it.

There were mushrooms literally growing on the floor. Lots of them. Like, a tiny forest. This was in an industrial city, mind you, not in some woo-woo druid village out in the swamps. And things were crawling through the mushrooms. Millipedes, snakes, lizard-rats… I shuddered and tried not to look every time I felt something crawl over my boot.

When I said the bar was small, I meant it. The place was barely big enough for ten people. Which was good, since there were only six or seven in the entire place. A couple of goblin outlaws, a bounty hunter troll, and some really shady characters hiding in the shadows in the back.

The bar itself – you know, the part you ‘belly up to’ – wasn’t much more than a piece of planed timber that bore the remnants of a hundred thousand unwashed forearms and 15 million spilled drinks. If I had scratched it with my fingernail, I could’ve cut a quarter-inch groove in the gunk on top of the wood.

Behind the bar was an orc – a hunched-over old codger missing most of his teeth, but who was just as surly as any other bastard I’d killed in the last four days. He used the same rag to dry the drinking glasses that he used to wipe the counters. And occasionally his sweaty face. Unfortunately, I saw him do the face-wiping after I’d already finished half my beer.

The bottles lining the shelves ranged from earthen jugs to unmarked, chipped bottles, and a couple of leathery sacks that might have been made out of pigs’ bladders. I decided on principle not to order anything that came out of a bladder.

The room was dark, with grotesque memorabilia on the walls. Skulls of various types (fortunately without any skin on them), rusty scimitars and glaives, and the heads of animals prepared by an incompetent taxidermist.

You ever seen that meme of the woman who tried to restore a hundred-year-old fresco of Jesus, and when she was done, it looked like the Pillsbury dough boy had been toasted in the oven while wearing a fur parka? Yeah. That was the level of artistic competence on display. There was a wyvern head that looked like Barney’s crackhead cousin, and a giant lynx that resembled the Cheshire Cat with crappy veneers. The place looked like the Animaniacs had taken some bad acid and interior-decorated the place for Leatherface.

I sat at the bar with my faithful imp Stig, who was on his third stein of ale since we’d entered.

Stig was a drinker. He might have looked like Yoda’s ugly, grey, anorexic cousin with glowing yellow eyes, but he could put away some booze for his size. And after four days tromping over dusty wastelands, he wasn’t about to be put off by a bit of orc sweat coating his drinkware.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t just the two of us.

A skinny blue demon sat on my right. He had a watermelon-sized head, beady little eyes, and a really strange voice – kind of breathy, high-pitched, and whiny, sort of a cross between a squeak and a sigh.

There’s this documentary called The Mayor of Sunset Strip about a guy in Los Angeles named Rodney Bingenheimer who was the first DJ in the US to play singles by the Ramones, Van Halen, and the Sex Pistols.

Sounds cool as shit, right?

Nope. I’m sure he’s a great guy, but he has this weird, singsong delivery to his voice that makes him sound like Napoleon Dynamite got castrated.

That’s what Dorp sounded like.

That was his name: Dorp.

Least baddest-ass demon name ever.

“How did it feel when you stormed the throne room in Abaddon?” my drinking companion asked. “Was it really cool? Did everybody cheer for you? Did they know they were participating in a really historic moment for all demonkind?”

“No,” I said between gritted teeth. “We were all just fighting to stay alive.”

“When it was all over, did they put you up on their shoulders? Did they give you three hip-hip-hoorays? Did they name any streets after you?”

“No, and there was no reason for them to,” I said in irritation. “They risked their lives, they won their freedom, they deserved it. In fact, they helped me even more that I helped them.”

Now you may be thinking, Ian, you’re an asshole. This demon Dorp just really wants to hear about your biggest achievement in the videogame so far, that’s all!

And I totally would have agreed with you – back during the first hour. Maybe the first four hours, even.

I was on, oh… hour 96 by this point.

Next thing I bet you’re going to say is, Well why didn’t you just walk away, dumbass?

That was the problem. I couldn’t.

Because I had summoned him. And then I had freed him.

Which meant I could summon him again if he died… but I couldn’t ‘banish’ him if he annoyed me. And he didn’t have to obey anything I told him, like ‘Be quiet.’

Basically, having him there annoying the hell out of me was my own damn fault.

Unintended consequences are a bitch.

During the Battle of Abaddon, I reached Level 10 as a Warlock but hadn’t really capitalized on it at the time. Afterwards I was too busy doing other stuff (cough cough hot sex with a succubus cough cough).

After Alaria sent me a letter asking me to come rescue her, I figured I had better take stock of my abilities.

First thing I realized was that I could enslave a new demon to join me in battle. I had slain the requisite number of opponents in Abaddon, and had the necessary hundred souls to forge a new collar. Of course, my plan was to summon the demon, then immediately give it its freedom and the choice of whether it wanted to follow me or not.

I was hoping for some badass bruiser with the ability to shoot laser bolts out of his eyes.

I wasn’t expecting that Pee-wee Herman took a bunch of Quaaludes, had a threeway with Strongsad and a smurf, and out popped Dorp.

At least he had a somewhat interesting power: he was an Illusion Demon, which meant he could make other people see things that weren’t there. He could even reach into the minds of my enemies to see what terrified them the most and basically create a lifelike hologram of their worst fears.

He’d actually proved invaluable on the trip to Kvartos. He’d saved me and Stig a couple of times when he projected Dvrak, the orcish God of Dishonorable Death, in front of a bunch of quaking orc warriors, allowing us all to slip out the back.

But God damn he was annoying.

“I heard they wanted to make you their king,” Dorp said in his goofy, slo-mo, high-pitched voice. “If they wanted to make you their king, why didn’t you let them, boss?”

“You don’t have to call me ‘boss,’ Dorp.”

“But Stig does.”

“Yeah, but Stig does because it he’s an asshole,” I said.

“Right, boss,” Stig said, though he shook his head ‘no.’

“So don’t be an asshole like Stig.”

“Okay… Master.”

“Dorp,” I sighed with my eyes closed, “that’s even worse. Don’t call me that.”

“Okay… but why wouldn’t you be the demons’ king in Abaddon?”

“Because I think everybody should be equal, that’s why.”

“But – ”

“Dorp, let’s just drink in silence for a while, okay?”

“O-kaaaay,” he said sadly, sounding like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh – if Eeyore sucked helium.

Five seconds later –

“I think you would have made a great king – ”

“Thank you,” I interrupted. “But now we’re being quiet, right?”

“O-kaaaay…”

Ten seconds later –

“I totally would have fought with you in Abaddon – ”

“I’m sure you would have, but now we’re going to be quiet, okay?”

“O-kaaaay…”

Twelve seconds later –

“I would have voted for you to be king if they – ”

“DORP!”

“Sorry.”

Fifteen seconds later –

“I totally would have found out Malfurik’s weakness and – ”

I bared my teeth at him like a great white shark.

“Sorry,” he murmured, then lapsed back into silence.

Maybe this time he would shut up for twenty seconds.

“Freakin’ fanboy,” I muttered under my breath.

Stig overheard.

“Fanboy? Whassat?” he slurred.

“It’s…”

How do you explain the concept of a ‘fanboy’ to someone who doesn’t understand the concept of movies, television, or comic books?

“It’s somebody who loves something a whole lot. Like, obsessively.”

Stig frowned. “Whas wrong with that?”

“Well… nothing, exactly. I mean, I’m sort of a fanboy about – ”

I was about to say ‘Star Wars and OtherWorld,’ but stopped myself.

Stig leapt in. “Hot chicks.”

I laughed. “One in particular, yeah.”

“I’m a fanboy, too,” Stig said, and held up his flagon of booze. “Of thish.”

“No, you’re an alcoholic.”

“Whassat?”

“Somebody who loves alcohol too much.”

“Ohhhh… I’m an alcoholic!” Stig announced happily to the orc barkeeper.

“Good for you,” the orc snarled.

Stig looked back at me. “So a fanboy ish good, then.”

“No, it usually means the person’s really annoying.”

“Ohhhhh. Then you’re definitely a fanboy, boss.”

“Thanks,” I snapped.

“I’m a fanboy, too,” Dorp said. “Of you!”

“Yeah, and I don’t want you to be.”

“But why? You’re the greatest warlock who’s ever – ”

“Dorp? What did I say about being quiet?”

“…sorry,” he said sadly.

I sighed and turned back to Stig for advice. “What should I do about him?” I whispered.

“Drink more, boss.”

“What, does that make it more tolerable?”

“No, but you get that much closer to passing out so you don’t have to listen to him.”

Dorp started talking again. “Boss – I mean Ian – did I tell you that – ”

SHINK!

A giant blade whizzed out of nowhere and decapitated Dorp.

I screamed and jumped back in terror as his head thumped on the bar and stared up at me in shock.

“Uh ohhhhh,” Dorp said in that breathy, whiny voice, and then both his head and his body disappeared in a puff of smoke.

I looked up to see the old orc wiping a scimitar with his glass-cleaning rag.

Behind us, the other patrons in the shadows burst into a polite golf clap.

“Fanboy,” Stig sneered dismissively at where Dorp’s head used to be, then took another drink.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” I yelled angrily at the orc.

“Damned braktik talks too much,” the orc snarled, and looked at me like, You want some of this, too, punk?

I stood there at a loss.

This guy had just murdered my demon.

But… I didn’t really like my demon.

And damn the quiet was nice.

Plus, I could summon Dorp again whenever I needed him. Which I wasn’t going to do until I was basically on death’s doorstep.

Suddenly I realized that I could have killed Dorp myself and saved myself 95 hours of annoying prattle. Or I could have at least threatened to do it. That might have bought me a little more peace and quiet.

I probably should have killed the old orc, too, on general principal. But I was supposed to get information here about Alaria, and I didn’t think it would go over well with management if I started slaughtering their employees.

“What should I do?” I whispered to Stig.

“About what?” Stig asked.

“Him killing Dorp.”

“Tip him double,” Stig advised.

The orc chuckled as he put the scimitar back under the bar, the way a bar owner in the real world would hide a shotgun or Louisville slugger. Then he topped off Stig’s drink from a pitcher of what looked like bog water. “On the house.”

“Tip him triple,” Stig said, and chugged away.

“Do you know a guy named Mirk, by any chance?” I asked as I took my seat again.

“Who’s askin’?” the orc grumbled.

“A friend of Alaria’s.”

The orc got a daydreamy grin on his face. “Alaria…”

“Are you Mirk?”

“Yup,” the orc said, and went back to polishing glasses with the rag – now imbued not only with his sweat, but ‘essence of Dorp,’ too. “How’s my future wife doin’?”

Ew.

I wasn’t really digging on a big green monster having fantasies about my girlfriend, but – whatever. Now was not the time to start staking out my domain.

“She left me a message that said you would know how to find her.”

“She was in here just a week ago. Said she was going to take down one of her old masters.”

‘500 XP’ floated up through the air.

I’d fulfilled one of the many items taking up my quest list: Mirk My Words – get information about Alaria’s whereabouts.

‘Mark My Words.’

If I ever got to talk to Westek’s writing staff, we were going to have to discuss their stupid quest titles.

That would have to wait, though – I was back in the immersion rig for another week at least. Although I’d made them promise to deactivate the video feed as a precondition for my coming back.

Just in case Alaria and I… ‘celebrated’ when I found her.

“Do you know which ex-master she was going after?” I asked.

“The Dread Pirate Tarka.”

“Pirate?”

“Aye. The Scourge of the Seven Skies.”

“Skies?”

Then I remembered: besides regular maritime transportation, OtherWorld sported a steampunk-like assortment of giant airborne ships. Imagine taking an old wooden frigate from the 17th century and slapping a couple of massive hovercraft fans on it – of course, hovercraft fans constructed with 17th-century technology. Still, it was pretty awe-inspiring to see the mammoth ships soaring through the air. I just had no idea that there were actually pirates involved.

Made sense, though. If there was shit to be stolen, who cared if it was on land, sea, or air?

“So… Alaria’s ex-master was a pirate and a warlock?”

“Oh yes. In fact, Tarka’s entire crew is made up of demonic slaves.”

“Great,” I sighed, then frowned. “Wait – how are we going to get to Alaria if she’s on an airship?”

“I guess you’re gonna need a ride.”

“Do you know anybody who’s got a ship?”

The orc jerked his head towards the back of the bar. I turned around to see a man slouched insouciantly in a booth at the back, his face obscured by shadow.

“Go talk to him,” Mirk said. “He’s the only one insane enough to do what you want.”

A window popped up:

When The Ship Hits The Fan

Talk to the mysterious stranger about booking passage on his airship.

XP: 500

Okay, I had to admit, I kind of liked that quest title.

I selected ‘Accept,’ slapped down a handful of silver on the bar, then looked over at Stig.

He looked right back at me. “Have fun, boss.”

“You’re not coming?” I asked, a little surprised.

“Nnnnnope. I’mma free imp. I’m jush gonna sit here and drink,” he slurred, then let out an enormous wet burp.

“Maybe I’ll summon Dorp to keep you company,” I said with a mischievous grin.

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “…you wouldn’t…”

“Not if you come with me to hire the pilot.”

Stig muttered under his breath, “What good is it to be free when you keep getting threatened by bos-sh all the time?”

“Did you just call me an ‘anus’ in Impish?” I asked, repeating what Alaria had told me a week before.

“Dirty anus,” Stig corrected me, then slid off his chair – and promptly collapsed face-first on the mushroom-carpeted floor.

“You all right down there?”

Stig didn’t bother to lift his head – he just waved me on from the floor.

“Go on. I’ll cash up,” he slurred.

I shook my head, turned around, and headed for the booth.

As I drew closer, though, something seemed wrong. The figure’s face might have been too dark to see, but something else about him was familiar. The pose, the feathered hair, the white shirt and black vest –

And then he leaned forward into the light and gave me that famous grin.

“Hark Silo,” the guy said.

“Oh HELL no,” I grumbled.

It was supposed to be an homage (French for ‘rip-off’) to the legendary smuggler – except it looked more like Mr. Bean with Harrison Ford’s hair. Couldn’t get too close to the real thing if you didn’t want to get sued, I guess.

‘500 XP’ floated up through the air. That was the only good thing about this situation.

The pilot smirked. “Shewy here tells me you’re looking for a ship.”

Which made absolutely no sense, since I hadn’t talked to anybody but Mirk. “Who’s Shewy?”

Han So-lame tilted his head towards a mountainous figure in the shadows.

I turned to look at it, noting that the height was right for a certain sidekick –

Then the creature stepped into the light, and I recoiled in horror.

It was like they’d used Nair on a Wookie, gotten him down to nothing but pink skin, and stuck Mr. Bigglesworth’s head on him. You know – Dr. Evil’s hairless cat from Austin Powers.

“Mwrowrrrr,” the abomination mewled.

“OH HELL NO!” I yelled.

Look – I am a Star Wars geek, but I am not a snob. I’m perfectly fine with poking fun at the movies. You can bag on the Prequels, rag on the Ewoks, tell ‘meesa Jar-Jar’ jokes all you want – but at least do it well.

This was a travesty. The campy quest titles had metastasized and become Stage IV (or maybe Episode IV) cancer inside the game itself, and now I was looking at a goddamn cheese-fest. The game was going to force me to go save Alaria inside a campy Star Wars parody.

“Shewy here tells me you’re looking for a ship,” the pilot repeated.

Old-style NPC. He had a limited range of responses, and he would probably repeat them ad nauseam unless I gave him something else to work with.

Actually, I take that back – he would repeat them ‘ad infinitum.’

‘Ad nauseam’ means ‘to the point of nausea,’ and I was already nauseated.

Let’s get this over with.

“How much?”

“I’m the captain of – ”

“A bad variation on the Millennium Falcon, yeah, yeah. How much?”

The NPC looked fairly pissed off for a mindless automaton. “The Century Chickenhawk.”

Of course it was.

They couldn’t even give it a cool bird name, like an osprey or an eagle. Not even a hawk. It had to be a CHICKEN hawk.

I expected Foghorn Leghorn to come around the corner any second. Boy, I say, BOY –

“It’s the – ”

“Ship that made the Kessel run in less than twelve parsecs, I got it. How much?”

“The CASTLE run,” the NPC snapped.

Okay… that was kind of funny.

Sort of.

“Look, I need to track down a pirate named Tarka.”

“I’ve outrun – ”

“Imperial starships. How much?”

“Airships. And not – ”

“The local bulk cruisers, mind you, you’re talking about the big Corellian ships, and yes, that’s fast enough for me. Want to know the cargo? It’s me and the imp. Some kind of local trouble? Yes, and we want to avoid imperial entanglements, and that’s the trick, isn’t it? I’m sure it’s going to cost me something extra. NOW HOW MUCH?”

The pilot stared daggers at me. “Ten gold in advance.”

I paused.

No…

They wouldn’t…

I pulled up the computer window for the contents of my bag.

Two gold, 25 silver, and assorted bronze.

CRAP.

There are no coincidences in the game.

The game had set me up from the beginning for what came next. Game, set, match.

Well-played, assholes.

“I can give you two gold in advance,” I sighed, paraphrasing Obi-Wan’s famous counterbid in the cantina, “plus fifteen when we reach Tarka the pirate.”

I had no idea how I was going to get 15 gold, but I supposed I could figure that out.

A window popped up:

I’ve Got A Bad Feeling About This

Oh no you didn’t.

You bastards.

Book passage with Hark Silo and first mate Shewhocka on the Century Chickenhawk to go find Alaria.

XP: 1000

Cost: 2 gold

I even had to pay to be a part of this bullshit.

But there was no use fighting it. I just surrendered and hit ‘Accept.’

“Seventeen, huh?” Hark grinned. “Okay, you got yourself a ship. Docking bay – ”

“94, cool, we’ll be there,” I said, and got up.

“Don’t forget your imp.”

“Huh? Oh.”

Stig was still lying facedown on the mushroom floor.

“Stig?”

He just lay there.

I prodded him lightly with my toe. “Stig?”

No answer.

I sighed, heaved him up over my shoulder, turned back to face my local dinner theater Star Wars characters, and tried to look dignified.

I failed.

It’s pretty hard to look dignified with a drunk imp slung over your shoulder.

“See you in 30 minutes,” I said, and walked out of the bar.

I swear to God, if I ever cornered OtherWorld’s writing staff, I was going to give them a piece of my mind.

Mirk my words.

Sorry. That was bad.

3

And that was how I wound up on the deck of a flying airship thousands of feet above a turquoise sea.

The ship itself was pretty cool. The game designers had obviously copied the Millennium Falcon’s circular shape, but other than that they hadn’t gotten too carried away. It was still a wooden ship, albeit one with two massive turbine engines bolted to the sides.

There were two masts with billowing sails, and four iron cannons that pointed out two to port, two to starboard. Hark stood at the ship’s wheel on the upper deck, and Shewy did whatever sailors do with ropes and rigging, leaving me to sightsee over the railing of the ship.

But after ten minutes, I’d had my fill of endless ocean, blue skies, and puffy white clouds. I figured I’d better do a little self diagnostic before the ‘ship hit the fan.’

I raised my Character window and checked out my stats.

Health 420

Mana 1280

Intellect 85

Stamina 52

Armor 38

Necklace: Sign of Bartok +3 Intelligence

Shoulders: +3

Cloak: +5

Shirt: +3

Vest: +5

Bracers: +3

Pants: +5

Belt: +4, +3 Intelligence

Boots: +6

Gloves: +4

Rings: +4 Intelligence, +6 Critical Strike

Trinkets: +7 Critical Strike, +5 Haste

Scepter of the Servant:

+40 Intelligence

+20 Stamina

+10 Critical Strike

Critical Strike: 7.5%

Haste: 2%

Translation for those who don’t speak Gamer:

‘Critical Strike’ meant that every so often, I would deal a supernatural attack that inflicted twice as much damage as usual. It happened 7.5% of the time – or about once every 13 times I cast a spell.

‘Haste’ meant that I could now cast spells 2% faster than normal, thanks to a trinket I’d picked up in the orcish wastelands.

The demons of Abaddon had given me new clothes before I left, and I’d picked up a few items during my time in the orcish wilderness. I still had my Scepter of the Servant, the one I’d used to summon the goddess Chalastia. It was attached to my back, magically held in place by the belt and shoulder strap I’d taken from the dead Bandit Mage in Fernburg. The scepter didn’t serve much purpose as a weapon, but it gave me a bunch of beneficial stats.

I still had all my supernatural powers, and they had become more powerful as I’d leveled up.

Darkbolt was a shot of dark energy that inflicted damage and took 2.5 seconds to cast.

Darkfire was a sort of timed-release damage attack that burned people’s souls over six seconds. It took 1.5 seconds to cast.

Unholy Quartet caused four imps who looked like Stig to materialize and fight for me.

Soul Suck allowed me to leech away my enemies’ life force and add it to my own Health, making me much harder to kill.

Summon Succubus was obvious, except it only worked partly now. Since I’d given Alaria her freedom, I couldn’t ‘banish’ her anymore, only summon her. The only problem was, I couldn’t summon her unless she died and returned to whatever plane she was from. Whatever the pirate Tarka was doing to her, he must be keeping her alive.

That fact made me a little uneasy.

Self-Sacrifice was a spell where I could transfer some of my own Health to either Alaria or Stig. (Or Dorp. Sigh.)

Mana Conversion allowed me to convert some of my hit points into mana, which was the magical ‘fuel’ that allowed me to cast spells.

Doomsday was a delayed damage spell. Nothing happened for 20 seconds after I cast it – and then BAM, my enemies lost 250 points of damage. It was often the knockout punch in a fight.

Terrify allowed me to – you guessed it – terrify my enemies, sending them running for the hills for 30 seconds before they regained their senses and came racing back. I could only hit one target at a time, though, so Terrify was mostly good for breaking up groups of two or three and letting me deal with assailants one at a time.

Reaching Level 10 had allowed me to summon Dorp. His illusions were sort of a ‘mass hysteria’ version of Terrify, which had scared the shit out of 20 orcs at one time.

The only downside was Dorp himself was annoying as hell.

Unfortunately, after Level 10 I only gained a new ability every other level. Most recently I had obtained All-Seeing Eye, which allowed me to send a tiny, invisible sphere out like a magical scout, and see in my ‘mind’s eye’ everything around the sphere. All-Seeing Eye had saved me from walking into several orcish traps in the wastelands.

All in all, I was a lot more powerful than when I’d faced down the Bandits or Jastoth. I was a little worried I might have a problem with this Tarka dude, but I was sure the game would provide some way for me to take him down. After all, it had provided Chalastia to deal with Jastoth, and both Chalastia and the demon slaves of Abaddon to help me vanquish Malfurik.

Things would go my way, I was sure of it.

The sun was shining on my face, the wind was blowing through my hair, and I was about to go rescue the woman I loved.

It was a pretty damn good moment.

…somewhat ruined by the imp vomiting over the side of the ship.

I winced as he let loose another barrage, feeding fish two thousand feet below us.

“Did you drink too much?”

“No, boss,” he wheezed, his grey face tinged with green. “I get airsick.”

Poor guy. I wondered if there was any herbal form of Dramamine in this world, maybe made from –

I was interrupted by a screeching meow from the crow’s nest. That’s what a bad parody of Chewbacca sounded like in this world: not a dog-bear, but a hairless cat.

“Shewy says he sees your guys off the starboard bow!” Hark yelled. “Get ready!”

He spun the wheel and the ship began to veer crazily towards the right.

A couple of miles in the distance I saw a dim, monstrously huge shadow moving through the clouds – and then it suddenly erupted into full view, trailing wisps of white mist.

Holy mother of God.

Even at this distance, the thing looked enormous – at least ten times bigger than the Chickenhawk. Its wooden hull was painted black, it had three oak-like masts with at least eight black sails, and it flew the Jolly Roger from the top of its main mast – except the skull was that of some demonic creature with fangs instead of regular teeth.

And it had seen us. It changed course with a speed that belied its massive bulk and headed our way.

“Oh crap,” Stig muttered from where he lay sprawled out on the deck.

“Shewy, get down here!” Hark yelled.

As the Chickenhawk listed to one side as it turned, I stumbled and skidded my way across the deck to Hark. “What’s the plan?”

He looked at me in angry bewilderment. “What do you mean, ‘What’s the plan?’ I thought you needed passage to meet up with these guys!”

“I needed passage so I can get onto the ship. Are we going to attack them?”

“ATTACK them?! You want me to attack that?!” he yelled, jerking his chin at the monstrosity bearing down on us.

“I thought that was the plan!” I yelled.

That’s when Hark Silo unleased the Finger of Doom.

Harrison Ford has this thing: when Han Solo or Indiana Jones gets angry, they point. More like ‘stab the air in a very aggressive and threatening manner.’

For all his other shortcomings, Hark Silo had the Finger of Doom down pat, and he unleashed it right in my face.

“That’s not a plan, that’s a suicide mission! We’re getting out of here! Shewy, secure the rigging and –

Multiple explosions blasted from the deck of the pirate ship, and fireballs raced towards us like meteorites in slow motion.

I guess in a magical world, you didn’t need cannons if you had demons who shot fireballs.

Two of the flaming projectiles went wide, but the third hit the side of the Chickenhawk with an impact that shook the entire ship.

“No amount of money is worth this!” Hark yelled. “New plan! We’re flying right at them!”

“What?!” I shouted. “Just a second ago you wanted to run away!”

“That was before they started firing at us! Shewy, get the cannons ready!”

Mr. Bigglesworth’s mutant lovechild swung down from the crow’s nest on a rope and raced for one of the deck’s four cannons.

Meanwhile, six more fireballs blasted from the deck of the pirate ship. Most went wide, zooming above our heads or below the ship – but one slammed into the main sail, catching the canvas on fire.

“Aren’t you some kind of magician?!” Hark yelled at me. “Can’t you fight back?!”

I could have if the ship were within 50 yards – but it was still at least half a mile away.

“Stig, can you do something?” I yelled.

Stig staggered to his feet, put his hands together, and shot off a bolt of fire –

Which went above 20 yards before petering out pitifully towards the ocean.

“Sorry,” Stig said, before grabbing the railing and puking over the side again.

Whoever was on that pirate ship shooting fireballs at us, they were powerful. They might have been firing blindly, but considering the distance they were able to cover and still hit us –

My stomach clenched with fear.

“Shewy,” Hark yelled, “get ready to make the jump to – ”

“You had better not say lightspeed!” I yelled.

“If you don’t like the way I run my ship, get your imp and get the hell off!” Hark shouted.

“Fine! Where’s the escape po– I mean, the lifeboat?”

Suddenly I felt a massive hand grab me by my cloak and lift me into the air. As I spun around slowly like a weight on a string, I saw Shewy scowling down at me like a giant, hairless Siamese cat.

“Stig!” I yelled as the giant carried me across the deck to a lifeboat. “Come on, we’re getting out of here!”

“Coming, boss,” Stig grunted as he staggered across the deck after me.

Shewy ripped the canvas cover off a lifeboat strapped to the deck by a couple of ropes. It was basically a rowboat with some kind of metal canister in the center, and its hull sat on a couple of greased rails.

Shewy plopped me down onto one of the narrow wooden seats, and Stig clambered in after me.

Up above us, the Chickenhawk’s main sail had turned into a sheet of fire – and the pirate ship was bearing down on us like a black iceberg.

“Hold on!” Hark yelled.

I looked back at him. “What are you going to – ”

The engines on the side of the ship whirred, sputtered, and failed – just like the Millennium Falcon when it tried to jump to hyperspace in Empire and couldn’t.

I wanted to curse out the game developers for another cheap shot, but I couldn’t – I was too scared.

“Oh shit,” I groaned as the pirate ship loomed closer, taking up our entire field of vision. It was about to ram us head-on, and I had no doubt which ship would survive and which would shatter into matchsticks.

“Hold on, hold on – ” Hark yelled.

A high-pitched whine filled the air. The Chickenhawk’s engines revved back up, slow but getting exponentially quicker. Just as the pirate ship was about to plow into us, the engines delivered a blast of power, jolting us straight upwards on an express elevator of speed. The entire ship groaned and rattled as we rocketed up past the pirate ship’s deck and sails.

I caught sight of a small orange demon in the pirate ship’s crow’s nest, watching in amazement as we zipped over him and soared straight up into the sky.

“PUNCH IT!” Hark roared.

Wait – what?

I turned around in the lifeboat. “I thought we already punched i– ”

I gasped as Shewy swung a razor-sharp cutlass and sliced the main rope keeping the lifeboat in place.

There must have been some sort of spring-loaded propulsion device, because the lifeboat shot across the greased rails and catapulted out into space.

It was like a log flume amusement park ride from Hell – except no water, just a little wooden rowboat thrown off the Empire State Building.

I screamed in abject terror.

Stig held on to the wooden seat in front of me with his fingertips, shrieking as his legs flew up and flapped wildly in the air.

We plummeted straight down. The pirate ship, which five seconds before had been model-in-a-bottle size, was rapidly turning life-size again.

Suddenly there was a hissing sound, and something yellow erupted from the metal canister in the middle of the rowboat.

It was a 15-foot rubber balloon held in place by a rope harness. The balloon inflated in one second flat, and our wild freefall became a moderately-paced descent.

We probably would have been alright if we’d had another hundred feet to fall.

Unfortunately, we only had fifty.

The lifeboat crashed down through the rigging of the pirate ship, ripping through sails and rope.

There was a blur of guidelines whipping all around us, the krrrrrrrchhhh of torn canvas –

Then the lifeboat slammed down on the deck of the pirate ship with a bone-crunching CRASH.

The boat’s flimsy boards bowed out and splintered all around us, and Stig and I were left sitting in a pile of debris as our big yellow balloon floated away.

I watched it go. Far above it, the Century Chickenhawk was speeding away, now just a flaming miniature in the sky.

“Ow,” Stig said, his voice muffled by his face flattened into the wreckage.

I winced in pain, but gave thanks that the crash landing had only shaved off a quarter of my hit points.

Then I lowered my eyes back down to the pirate deck and saw a truly terrifying sight.

Thirty or so demon pirates had surrounded us, swords and knives at the ready.

“Oh shit,” I muttered.

Hark Silo had gotten us onboard the pirate ship, alright.

Although it looked like we were about to get tossed off any second now.

4

The biggest demon by far was a grey-colored brawler who looked sort of like Hellboy without the sawed-off horns. Ten feet tall, barrel chest, lantern jaw, glowing yellow eyes. He wore a pair of black pants, boots, and belt, but that was it. Well, except for the big-ass sword in his hand.

There was a short, squat, yellow demon that looked like Quasimodo and a lemon had a baby. It wore an eye patch and a striped red and white shirt along with flared britches.

The other pirates were every shape, size, and color of the rainbow.

The one thing they all had in common?

They all wore collars around their necks.

Five or six had smoking hands; they must have been the ones that had fired on the Chickenhawk.

The rest carried weapons pointed in our general direction, but they weren’t particularly aggressive. If anything, they seemed a little shell-shocked by our arrival.

“You came!” a voice cried out happily. A voice I knew and loved.

The demons parted like the Red Sea to reveal the source.

Bound to the main mast of the ship was the most gorgeous woman imaginable, her skin a bright crimson. She had black wings folded on her back, two horns protruding from her lustrous black hair, and a tail that had somehow snuck its way out of the chains encircling her body.

Alaria.

My entire face lit up with joy.

Before I could stumble to my feet, though, another voice ripped through the air.

“Avast, you stinking landlubbers!”

The ranks of demons parted again, and a human woman stepped through.

A very hot human woman.

She stood almost six feet tall, and wore a silky white dress that was slit up the thighs all the way to her hips. The dress’s extremely deep V-neck reached down to her midriff, exposing breasts almost as big as Alaria’s. There was a black sash cinched tight around her thin waist, which made the dress hug her substantial curves even tighter. She wore a knotted bandanna around her forehead with a triangular flap of cloth that covered her left eye, like a more feminine version of an eye patch. Her gold hoop earrings were almost lost amongst her wild mane of dark brown hair, and she wore leather boots that came up to her knees. Her skin was tanned and flawless. She looked Mediterranean – Spanish or Greek, maybe.

You know in 200-year-old books where they say a woman looks handsome rather than beautiful? She was a good example. She was definitely scorching hot, but she had a slight angularity to her jaw and a hardness to her expression that couldn’t rightly be called beauty.

She was also a bit older. If Alaria looked like she was in her early twenties (although who knew how old she was in succubus years), this woman seemed like she might be pushing thirty. She was basically a crazy-hot MILF wearing porno pirate clothes – which I personally had no problem with.

Even better than her looks: she only had 50,000 hit points.

Now, that was still astronomically higher than my own – but after facing down a demon lord with a million hit points, Tarka was small potatoes.

I might just have a chance here.

“Welcome to the Revenge, you sons of whores,” she snarled.

Revenge.

Very apropos.

Definitely better than the Century Chickenhawk.

She looked up at the shredded sails and torn ropes in disgust, then fixed me with a murderous stare. “I’m gonna keelhaul the both of you for what you’ve done to my ship.”

Leaving aside the whole detail that keelhauling was where pirates used to drag people under a ship so they’d drown – and we were several thousand feet in the air, so I had no idea what the hell the punishment would be except a sort of poor man’s bungee jumping – I was surprised by two words in her sentence.

“‘My ship’? You’re the dread pirate Tarka?!”

She drew a razor-sharp cutlass from her side and held it right at my throat. “Aye, and don’t you forget it.”

Shit. I forgot I was dealing with pirates here. And not friendly Captain Jack Sparrow pirates, but murdering, thieving bastards of the seven seas.

Air.

Skies.

Whatever.

I was about to cast Soul Suck on her – and then pray I got resurrected somewhere other than Davy Jones’ Locker – when Alaria spoke up.

“Please, Tarka, no. He’s the master I told you about. The one who freed me.”

There were two distinct reactions to Alaria’s words.

One was the demons’, who all cast furtive glances at each other. Not overt surprise, exactly, but more along the lines of Did you hear that?!

At the opposite end of the spectrum was Tarka, who gave me a nasty grin. “Well, well –Ian the Scurvy Warlock, traitor to all humankind! Can’t keep a bad apple around to inspire mutiny, now can we?”

The tip of her sword pressed more insistently into my throat. I wondered if I could get off a Terrify spell before she decapitated me like that orc bartender had Dorp –

Dorp!

I’d forgotten all about him! He might be able to help me tip the scales – if he could terrify the entire crew with a vision of something awful. Maybe the ship going up in flames.

But would I have time to summon him?

Enter Stig to the rescue.

“Hey lady,” my imp piped up.

Tarka scowled down at him. “What?”

Stig looked up at her like a toddler might stare at an adult.

And then, like an infant overstuffed with milk, he opened his mouth and spewed a geyser of vomit all over her boots.

“BLEEEAAAGH!”

“YOU FILTHY BILGE RAT!” Tarka screamed.

She stepped away from the shower of goop – removing her sword from my neck.

That’s my Stig.

Tarka slashed her sword at him, but Stig teleported a few feet away in a puff of smoke.

Teleportation was one of the abilities he’d picked up a couple of levels ago – but it only worked in close-quarters combat.

Which was great for annoying the hell out of enemies like Tarka. She kept swinging at him, and he kept disappearing and reappearing. Poof!

He’d given me a few precious seconds, and I had to use them wisely.

Making a frontal assault on Tarka would be idiotic – she had 50,000 hit points, after all.

Fortunately, I didn’t need to make a frontal assault. Not when I had the ultimate mind-fuck machine.

I selected the square on my action bar mentally, and Dorp appeared beside me.

“Whoa,” he said enthusiastically, “is this what it was like when you stormed the throne room at – ”

“Shut up and hit her with her worst fear!” I yelled.

Dorp complied right away. He did this goofy move like James McAvoy playing Professor X in the newer X-Men movies, putting two fingers to his temple –

Suddenly there was a gurgling snarl behind me.

I turned around and nearly shat my pants.

There was a ten-foot-tall penis right behind me.

Actually, more like a giant penis snake.

Imagine a gigantic cobra with its hood flared out and hissing menacingly.

Now substitute that with a monstrous schlong, and you have the overall picture.

Instead of a cobra’s mouth with fangs, the little pee hole flapped open and closed and drooled a clear, gooey liquid.

I said it was ten feet tall, but that’s how high it reared up in the air. Most of its body was slithering along the deck, including a big ol’ hairy scrotum at the very end of its body. So if we measured tip to balls, it was probably a good thirty feet long.

I’m assuming Captain Tarka had a fear of wieners. Unless there was some sort of pink, veiny marsh monster I’d never run across in OtherWorld before.

Even though I wasn’t scared of penises (partially because I was the owner of one), seeing that thing basically scarred me for life.

Apparently she felt the same way, because she scrambled back and screamed at her crew, “KILL THAT BLOODY PRICK!”

The crew glanced around at each other in confusion.

The grey brawler spoke with a rumbling voice. “Are you calling the human a prick, or…?”

“And do you mean ‘bloody’ like ‘damned,’” another demon asked, “or ‘bloody’ like ‘covered in blood’?”

“THE GIANT DONG! KILL THE GIANT DONG!” Tarka shrieked.

The issue now clarified, her entire crew attacked at once.

Some threw fireballs. One blasted lightning. The gigantic grey guy conjured a spinning ball of granite between his hands, then shot it through the air like a cannonball.

The squat yellow demon opened its mouth and let loose a sonic scream so overpowering that it nearly burst my eardrums. I could literally see concentric rings of sound ripping through the air, blasting towards the giant schlong.

Unfortunately for them, the penis was an illusion. So all their attacks passed right through it – and bashed the ship behind it.

The forward mast took several direct hits, though the fireballs only charred its surface. The forecastle – the cabin-like structure led down to the lower decks – wasn’t so lucky, though. It blew apart into a pile of splinters.

As soon as the grey demon realized what was going on, he roared, “Stop!”

Captain Tarka, though, was still freaking out.

“NO,” she screamed, “KILL IT! KILL IT NOW!”

“It’s somehow able to evade our attacks!” the grey giant warned. “We can’t – ”

“KILL IT OR WALK THE PLANK!” Tarka howled.

The grey giant sighed, his shoulders heaving in obvious resignation – and then he pulled out his cutlass and shouted, “Charge!”

The entire crew surged towards the penis monster, blades slashing through the air.

If the damn thing had actually existed, it would’ve been absolutely horrific – like fifty ginsu knives slicing through a kielbasa. My own junk was shrinking in sympathetic terror just thinking about it.

Thank God it was an illusion.

The pirates jabbed and slashed. The quarter-chub serpent reared its big, pink head in the air, then darted in and snapped at individual pirates, forcing them back.

Which gave me a little time to work my own sinister magic.

I hit Tarka with Doomsday and Darkfire. She screamed and glowered at me, but she was too busy running from the Colossus of Rhodes’ weiner to return fire.

Then one of the pirates made a decision that, to all his shipmates, probably appeared to be suicide: he rushed right at the penis, screaming and waving his sword.

Of course, his stupidity turned out to be brilliant, because he ran right through the damn thing without any ill effects.

The entire crew gasped. They’d thought I had conjured up some hell-worm from the deepest depths of the abyss – when in reality, all they were getting was a giant 3D cocktease.

Maybe a poor choice of words there on my part.

I knew we needed to press our advantage before they could figure out what was going on.

“Hit her with something else!” I yelled at Dorp, who did his James McAvoy/Professor X thing again.

There was a grotesque slurping sound, and something crawled over the railing of the ship.

If the giant penis snake hadn’t been bad enough, here was something to make me swear off porn forever.

It was an eight-foot-tall cock monster – sort of like a giant Koosh ball, but instead of little springy fronds, every surface of its body was composed of penises. Penises for fingers. Penises for toes. Thousands of penises covering its body like porcupine quills – some more erect than others. The only thing on its body not covered with semi-erect members was the giant eyeball in the center of its head, which rolled around and found Tarka.

The monster lumbered across the deck, literally stepping on its own dicks. Plural.

“AAAAAH!” Tarka screamed. “KILL IT, KILL IT, KILL IT!”

The crew immediately switched targets – but this time they were far more aggressive out of the gate. They ran towards the cock monster, cutlasses swinging –

And disappeared right through it.

Great.

“It’s… it’s not real?!” Tarka said, shocked –

And as soon as she realized that, the cock monster faded from view.

At least I was spared the sight of a thousand dongs burping up a Bellagio-esque fountain of white goo.

But despite its lack of staying power (Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week), the cock monster served its purpose.

Unencumbered by being forced to defend myself, I’d hit Tarka with so many Doomsday, Darkfire, and Soul Suck spells that she was down to 20,000 hit points.

Victory was, if not imminent, at least within view –

And then she won the fight without casting a single spell.

She retreated behind the mast where Alaria was chained and put her sword right under Alaria’s chin.

“Stop what you’re doing, you blasted warlock, or I’ll slit your devil wench’s throat!”

Shit.

It was the exact same thing Malfurik had done to me back in Abaddon. He had forced me to choose between myself and the woman I loved. Which meant there wasn’t really any choice at all.

However, Malfurik had fixed it so that if Alaria died, she couldn’t come back and I would lose her forever.

Was that still the case? I wasn’t sure.

Probably something we should look into when we weren’t surrounded by pirates.

Last time, though, I had prevailed with a little trick up my sleeve.

Maybe it would work again.

Hoping against hope, I whipped the Scepter off my back and yelled, “I call upon thee, Chalastia, to come to my aid!”

Then I slammed the ivory rod down onto the wooden deck with a resounding CRACK!

Aaaand…

Nothing.

Tarka and her mystified pirate crew all stood around waiting.

“Was something supposed to happen?” Tarka asked.

“That was just a one-time thing, honey,” Alaria said in a sweetly mocking voice.

“I knew that,” I said defensively – and I did. I was just hoping that maybe there was a glitch and the game had given me an extra turn, or that maybe the game had lied to me and I could actually use the scepter multiple times.

No such luck.

And Tarka’s sword was still at Alaria’s throat.

“Stand down, you scurvy dog!” the pirate captain yelled. “Or your lady will have a second pair of lips you can stick your foul manhood into!”

“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 quivered 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 –

And then Alaria looked over me at me. She gave me a wink –

And then her face turned into an expression of unbridled fury.

She reached down, grabbed Tarka’s hair tightly in her fingers, and forced Tarka’s head up into her crotch as hard as she could, clamping the pirate’s face between her thighs.

Tarka probably still thought this was some sort of sex game – and then realized as her oxygen was cut off that things were going terribly, horribly wrong.

“Mmff! MMPFF!” Tarka screamed, her voice muffled.

“How do you like that, bitch?” Alaria snarled, pressing Tarka’s face even harder into her crotch.

The ‘Breath’ counter above Tarka’s head began to deplete, same as if she was underwater.

Drowning in water, or drowning in va-jay-jay – either way, she couldn’t breathe.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I gasped.

“Killing ex-master number three, of course.”

“By suffocating her?!”

Alaria shrugged. “I swore by the Seven Hells I wouldn’t use my powers, so… make do with what you’ve got, right?”

Holy shit.

If I wasn’t so turned on at the moment, I would’ve been utterly terrified.

I was in love with one bad-ass bitch.

Tarka was kicking and thrashing now, trying to get a hold on Alaria – but she was at the worst possible angle. She tried to kick her legs up and get them around Alaria’s neck to pry her off, but Alaria just extended both her wings slightly, forming a kind of shield.

You would think Tarka would cast a spell – although maybe she couldn’t. I don’t know, I’ve never tried spellcasting while being suffocated by a hoo-hah.

What a way to go, though.

Tarka was whaling away on Alaria, alternately beating on her with her fists and trying to gouge at her with her fingernails – but nothing was working.

As soon as her breath counter reached zero, her hit points began dropping precipitously. It didn’t matter how powerful you were in the game – once you started dying from suffocation, you went down quick. Everybody has to breathe.

50K – 48K – 46K –

As Tarka’s health plummeted, my mind raced ahead to what would happen when she died, and all the events that would be set in motion.

She’ll croak – then her crew will –

“Stop!” I screamed.

Alaria looked over at me like I was insane. “Why?”

“If you kill her, all her demons go back to wherever they came from!”

32K – 30K – 28K –

Alaria shrugged. “So? You freed thousands in Abaddon – we don’t need to free every single one we run across.”

“There won’t be anybody left who knows how to fly the ship! We’ll crash!”

“I’ll just glide us to safety.”

“In the middle of the ocean?! Are you going to glide us a hundred miles to the nearest island?!”

20K – 18K – 16K –

Alaria’s eyes widened – and then they narrowed in anger. “You’re ruining my fun – you know that, don’t you?”

“I’d rather ruin your fun and live instead of you having your fun and we all die!”

Alaria sighed.

2000 – 1000 – 500 – 100 –

Tarka stopped kicking and flailing. She basically just wilted, and all of her limbs fell lifelessly onto the bed.

“Get off her, QUICK!” I yelled.

Alaria let go of Tarka’s hair and lifted herself up onto her knees.

What followed was the most beautiful sound I had heard the last half-hour, even more than all the orgasmic female moaning:

The sound of Tarka taking a breath.

She lay there passed out on the bed. Her hit points were a barely visible speck of red on her life bar… but she was alive.

Alaria looked down at Tarka grumpily, then looked over at me.

Then her eyes lowered down to my lap.

Which had something very hard pointing straight up into the air.

“You know,” Alaria smiled as she raised one eyebrow, “we have a little time before she wakes up…”

“Good – get me out of the stocks.”

Alaria stepped off the bed and strolled over in front of me, parted my legs, and knelt down between my knees. I swallowed hard as I felt her warm, soft skin rub up against mine, felt her heavy breasts brush across my thighs.

“We can’t do this right now,” I grumbled, cursing myself for being the responsible one. “What if the crew comes down here and attacks us?”

“They won’t attack us unless she forces them to – which she can’t, because she’s unconscious. So why hurry? Especially when something else needs attention first,” she said, then grinned and winked.

“This really isn’t the time to – ”

All my objections went out the window as she bent her head down into my lap.

I couldn’t see because of the goddamn board blocking my view, but I felt her lips envelop my head, soft and warm and wet. Then she slid down my shaft, her tongue caressing my entire length as she took me all the way inside her mouth.

I gasped and moaned. Imagine going from thirty minutes of extreme sexual frustration to the most sensual sensation imaginable – 0 to 120 in two seconds flat.

She began to swirl her tongue around my head, caressing that little flap of skin on the underside that was so sensitive.

I let out a long, sustained moan.

Then she began to bob her head up and down. At the same time, she used the tips of her long fingernails to gently tickle my balls, oh-so-lightly tracing her way from my sack up to the base of my shaft.

“Alaria,” I groaned, “as incredible as this is – oh my God – this really isn’t the time. We need to restrain her so she can’t attack us.”

There was an increased suction on my swollen head, followed by a wet pop – and then nothing at all.

I wanted to punch myself in the face for having stopped her.

Alaria’s head rose up from my lap, and she licked her lips and smiled. “You’re right.”

“…I am?” I said hesitantly, kind of wishing she would overrule me and go back to what she’d been doing.

“Yes, absolutely. Restrain her… and maybe something else.”

6

Five minutes later I still had a raging hard-on, which wasn’t helped by the presence of two hot, naked women in the room. But there wasn’t any time to do anything about it, especially since things had taken a decidedly bizarre turn.

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I said we should restrain her,” I said.

“Complain, complain,” Alaria teased.

We had removed the wooden stocks from around my head, freeing me and restoring my warlock powers – then put the enchanted stocks around Tarka’s neck and wrists while she was still unconscious. Now there was no way she could attack us.

Alaria had also constructed a makeshift pommel horse by stacking a wooden treasure chest on top of a crate, and covering it all with several layers of blankets. She slung Tarka over it so that the pirate captain was lying on her belly, her ass in the air. Her imprisoned head and hands were on the other side of the pommel horse – not to mention her heavy breasts, which swung tantalizingly in the air.

Other than the bandanna Tarka wore that covered her left eye, she was completely naked.

Of course, now the pirate captain was awake and none too pleased about her new situation.

“You blasted whore!” Tarka roared. “You treacherous strumpet – you villainous harlot – ”

“Quiet!” Alaria barked, and spanked Tarka hard.

SLAP!

Tarka’s ass jiggled from the impact, and the pirate’s profane tirade was interrupted by a surprised little “Oh!”

I stared at the red handprint on Tarka’s lovely rear, then shook myself out of it. “Why are we doing this? Let’s just throw her in the brig, or lock her up in this room, or – ”

“Have some more fun,” Alaria grinned.

Uh-oh.

“What are you going to do with me, you scurrilous wench?” Tarka growled.

Alaria sauntered around in front of Tarka. The pirate queen was bent over the pommel horse so that she was eye-level with Alaria’s crotch, which she stared at with slack-jawed lust.

“You wanted to humiliate Ian, didn’t you?” Alaria said.

“Like shooting fish in a barrel,” Tarka sneered, her one visible eye squinting with hatred. “What a runt – couldn’t find yourself a real man?”

“Hey!” I snapped.

“Oh, he’s plenty enough man,” Alaria said sweetly – which made my heart lift, and my boner throb even harder.

But then she added something that made my stomach drop.

“Which you’re about to find out,” Alaria added sweetly, stroking Tarka’s face with her fingers.

“What?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“What?” Tarka asked, her eye widening in fear.

“You wanted to humiliate him by fucking me in front of him,” Alaria cooed. “So now, before I kill you, I’m going to humiliate you by having him fuck you.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I said, waving my hands in the air frantically.

“No,” Tarka gasped, a look of panic on her face.

“Oh yes,” Alaria smiled.

“I’m not doing that,” I said.

Alaria raised an eyebrow. “Oh yes you are.”

“You vile witch!” Tarka roared. “You vicious little whore!”

Alaria put her finger to Tarka’s lips. “Shhh. You’re ruining the moment.” Then she looked at me and smiled. “Stick it in.”

“NO.”

Alaria looked bewildered. “Why not?”

“This whole revenge thing is to get back at people who did stuff to you without your consent!”

“Yeah,” Alaria said, like duh. “So I might as well do it to them.”

“I – ”

I paused.

That actually made sense.

And I knew Alaria well enough to know I wasn’t exactly dealing with a moral exemplar of ‘taking the high road.’

But the whole time, the chorus of Meatloaf’s I Would Do Anything For Love was playing in the back of my mind.

“I don’t care, I’m not going to do that!” I sputtered.

“You liked doing it with me,” Alaria said reproachfully.

“Yeah, but you wanted it! You were into it! I don’t care what this chick did, I’m not going there!”

A light bulb went on in Alaria’s eyes. “Ahhhh – so she has to say she wants you to do it, is that it?”

“Yes!”

And then the entire weirdness of the situation crashed down on me.

I was standing here with the girl of my dreams, who was trying to get me to bang a hot-ass milf right there in front of her while she watched.

These things only happened in pornos.

And now videogames, it seemed.

“Besides, what about us?” I asked.

“What about us?”

“You really want me to have sex with another woman in front of you?”

Alaria licked her lips lasciviously. “Yeah… it would be hot.” Then she glared down Tarka with a malicious smile. “Especially if she’s an evil little bitch just asking for it.”

“But she’s not asking for it,” I pointed out.

“She will.”

“You foul little hell-slut!” Tarka raged. “I’ll never – ”

Alaria grabbed Tarka’s face and craned it up to look at her. “I don’t think you’re in the position to be telling me anything about what you will or won’t do. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that I’m the master now.”

Tarka glared up her with a hatred as hot and violent as a thousand suns.

“I’d rather you just kill me now than have a man defile me,” Tarka hissed.

Alaria smiled. “Yes – I know.”

“Still not doing it,” I said.

“Yes you will.”

“No I won’t – ”

“Yes you will, because she’s going to ask you to do it. In fact, she’s going to beg you to do it.”

I frowned. “No she’s not.”

“No I’m not,” Tarka snarled at the same time.

Alaria bent down in front of the pirate and put her head next to Tarka’s.

“Yes you will,” she whispered softly, her lips brushing Tarka’s ear.

I knew how seductive that was from personal experience. Even if I hadn’t, I could see Tarka’s reaction by the goosebumps it raised on her flawless olive skin.

“No I won’t,” Tarka said, although she seemed a little less vehement about it now. “Not even if you torture me.”

“Oh, I will,” Alaria cooed. “But there are all different types of torture.”

Alaria’s left hand reached up underneath Tarka’s body and cupped one of her naked, heavy breasts. She began to softly stroke it, caressing it with her fingers.

“Ask him to put it in you,” Alaria whispered.

Tarka got a look of slack-jawed lust, but still she refused. “I won’t.”

“Yes, you will,” Alaria whispered again. Her right hand cupped Tarka’s other breast, and she lightly squeezed the erect nipple.

An involuntary moan escaped the pirate queen’s throat. “No…”

“Yes, you will,” Alaria insisted quietly.

Her tail curled up across Tarka’s back and began to gently caress her skin.

More goosebumps sprang up all over Tarka’s body.

“No,” Tarka murmured, her one eye closed, her face lost in a reverie of sensual bliss.

Alaria stood up. Now Tarka was eye level with Alaria’s neatly trimmed thatch of curly hair, and just inches away from her luscious, bare, still-wet lips. I could even see Alaria’s clit, swollen and aroused beneath the red hood.

Not only that, I could smell the sweet, cinnamon perfume of her sex. And I knew that if I could detect it at a distance of six feet, Tarka could definitely smell it from just inches away.

“No,” Tarka moaned, unable to take her eyes off of Alaria’s pussy.

Alaria begin to brush her fingers softly across Tarka’s face, ears, and shoulders. Her tail switched to playing with Tarka’s breasts, softly gliding between her cavernous cleavage. And Alaria kept swaying her hips forward and backwards like she was slow-dancing, bringing her thighs within an inch of Tarka’s face before pulling away.

My cock was about to burst just from watching.

“Yes,” Alaria whispered.

Tarka was basically drooling now. She strained forward, trembling, wanting so bad to put her mouth on Alaria’s lips.

Alaria backed up an inch, just out of reach. “No. Only if you let him inside you.”

I stared at her, incredibly turned on – and totally in awe at the sensual mindfuck taking place in front of me.

Tarka strained again towards Alaria’s thighs and whimpered, “Please…”

Alaria moved her fingers down to her own crotch. She began to trace her fingertips lightly through her curls… and then to play with her clit, wetting her fingers with her own juices and circling the little red pearl.

Alaria moaned seductively. “I want you to lick it so
BAD, Tarka…”

“Please,” Tarka begged, and stuck out her tongue – although Alaria kept just out of reach.

“Let him inside you,” Alaria whispered.

“No,” Tarka groaned, nearly crying with frustration.

Alaria pressed her hips forward, bringing her within millimeters of Tarka’s straining tongue. “Beg him to take you.”

“No,” Tarka moaned.

“Beg him to fuck you.”

“You know I’ve never been with a man,” Tarka whispered.

“And you’ll never be with me again unless you let him between your legs.”

“Please, I’m begging you…”

“No. Beg him.”

Alaria got just close enough that her soft, curly hair brushed against Tarka’s nose – and then she withdrew.

Tarka whimpered like an animal…

And then she finally whispered, “…take me.”

“What?” I said, absolutely shocked.

“I said beg him,” Alaria ordered. “Louder.”

“Take me,” Tarka moaned, and strained closer to Alaria’s sex.

This was turning me on so bad it wasn’t even funny.

But it still felt seriously fucked-up.

“No – I’m not going to – ”

Alaria grabbed Tarka’s hair and yanked her head back to look her in the eyes. “I said beg, bitch.”

“Please, I’m begging you, put your cock inside me,” Tarka moaned.

I still hesitated.

Alaria made a face at me like a teenage girl trying to get her high school boyfriend to do something she wanted. Just do it.

“You really want me to do this?” I asked in complete shock.

“No,” Alaria said sarcastically, “this has all been a big buildup for nothing. Of course I do! And she’s begging you – that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? So do it already!”

“But she doesn’t really want me to – ”

“By Chalastia’s tits, just stick it in, you fuckwit!” Tarka roared.

I looked one last time at Alaria.

She smiled the tiniest bit, then nodded.

I shook my head in dismay, then looked down at Tarka’s ass.

It was incredible, I had to admit that. Full and firm, with her pink, puffy lips sticking out between her cheeks and thighs.

I grabbed the base of my shaft and lined my swollen head up with Tarka’s slit. As my skin touched her lips, I could tell she was drenched.

I looked at Alaria one more time. “You’re absolutely sure about – ”

“JUST STICK IT IN!” both Alaria and Tarka yelled at the same time.

“OKAY!” I shouted back angrily, then entered Tarka with one long, single thrust.

Oh my GOD.

The sensation was totally different from being inside Alaria. Whereas my succubus fit me like a glove, Tarka was supple and yielding, just pliant wet softness that enveloped me completely.

Even though she’d never been with a guy before, her looseness made sense, seeing how many inches of Alaria’s doubled-up tail she’d just taken.

I let out an involuntary grown as I sank all the way in, my hips smacking up against her ass.

And much to my surprise, Tarka moaned blissfully, too.

Alaria smiled, winked at me, and then murmured to Tarka, “Good girl.”

Then she leaned forward and put her pussy right up against Tarka’s mouth.

The pirate queen began to lap hungrily, like a starving cat at a saucer of milk.

Alaria closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She moaned with her lips closed, a low humming sound in her throat. “Mmmmmm…”

I begin to move in and out of Tarka, pulling all the way out, then thrusting back in, my thighs slapping against her ass, my cock disappearing all the way inside her.

It was like she was caressing me softly, her warm wetness softer than silk.

Tarka groaned every time I rocked deep inside her, but she never stopped going down on Alaria. She alternated between sucking the little red clit and licking all around it.

Alaria gripped Tarka’s hair and began to gently thrust her hips forward, grinding herself into Tarka’s tongue and lips, at first gently, then more insistently.

I grabbed Tarka’s tiny waist and pulled myself more violently inside her with every stroke, smack smack smack, grunting with every thrust.

Tarka’s moans grew higher-pitched and more frantic, joining Alaria’s guttural sighs of pleasure.

It went on like that for several minutes, a symphony of the slap slap slap of my thighs against Tarka’s ass, and the lick lick lick of Tarka’s tongue on Alaria’s clit, and a whole bunch of Oh my Gods and Goddess! and Fuck oh FUCKs thrown in.

As our cries increased in volume and intensity, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hang on much longer. Especially not when Alaria began making those feminine, high-pitched moans that let me know she was on the verge of orgasm.

I was looking at another 10 seconds, 15 at most.

“I’m going to come,” I gasped, more or less as a warning that I was going to pull out.

Alaria’s eyes flashed open and she grinned mischievously. “Come inside her.”

“Are you serious?”

“Tarka, beg him to come inside you,” Alaria ordered.

“Pleath come inthide me,” Tarka moaned, saying it as best she could with her tongue and face smashed against Alaria’s crotch.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, and began slamming into Tarka twice as fast.

The entire time, I stared at Alaria’s beautiful face.

She gazed right into my eyes, wearing a huge smile as she gripped Tarka’s hair and forced her even harder into her clit.

I bellowed like an ox as my cock spurted inside the soft wetness between Tarka’s legs.

My coming pushed the other two women over the edge.

“GODDESS!” Alaria cried out, her eyes still locked on mine, her entire body writhing and trembling with pleasure.

Tarka screamed, too, over and over, although the sound was muffled by her face between Alaria’s thighs. It was almost like she was being suffocated again – although she seemed to be enjoying it a lot more this time.

I grunted, and my strokes gradually slowed down until I finally slipped out of Tarka.

Both women’s screams subsided to low-pitched moans as their bodies shivered in delight.

When she was finally finished, Alaria backed away from Tarka and smirked. “I guess I won’t kill you today. We’ll see about tomorrow.”

Tarka moaned, but didn’t say anything in reply.

Alaria suddenly grew angry. She jerked Tarka’s chin up to look at her. “Aren’t you going to thank me?”

“Thank you,” Tarka murmured groggily, her voice full of satiated desire.

“Mistress,” Alaria said icily.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Tarka whispered.

“And thank Ian for fucking you so well.”

“Thank you, Ian.”

“…for?” Alaria prodded.

“For fucking me so well,” Tarka murmured, a note of lust creeping back into her voice.

I didn’t know exactly how I felt about that.

‘Little Ian’ apparently liked it a lot, because he immediately went from slowly petering out to three-quarters hard, just like that.

Alaria’s anger dissipated as quickly as it had appeared, and she smirked again.

“Good girl,” she whispered, and patted her ex-master’s head.

7

Afterwards we got dressed in the office. Well, Alaria and I got dressed. Tarka we left naked in the stocks and bent over the pommel horse in the bedroom, now with shackles around her ankles.

Having a hot naked woman as a permanent fixture really added something to the room.

However, my clothes were shredded, so I had to resort to bed sheets again – like the first day I met Alaria, when she burned my pants and shirt by the river.

Good times.

Luckily Tarka’s bed was big enough for the sheets to serve as a toga instead of a diaper. I really didn’t want to go face down a crew full of demon pirates in nothing but a diaper.

Alaria kissed me playfully as we were both pulling on our clothes.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“You came to rescue me!”

“Of course I did.”

“You really are my Ian-Wan Kenobi.”

“Since he was a really old guy, let’s just say I’m your – ”

“Luke Skywalker,” she interrupted happily.

“I’m impressed you remember that,” I said, and I was. “But let’s go with Han Solo instead.”

I winced at the memory of Hark Silo, and tried to push him out of my mind.

“You mentioned this Han Solo before,” Alaria said, though she rushed the name together so it came out sounding more like Hansalo. “Who was he?”

“It’s Han Solo. Two words. And he’s just the baddest-ass smuggler who ever lived.”

“Oooh,” Tarka said from the other room. “I want to meet him.”

I tried to ignore her, along with all the weirdness of leaving your threesome partner naked and locked up in magical stocks in the next room over.

“Did Han Solo love Princess Leia?” Alaria asked.

“Oh yeah – although,” I chuckled, “there’s this really great moment where Dar– uh, the evil wizard has Han and Leia prisoner, and they’re going to freeze Han in – ”

“Ice?” Alaria interrupted.

“Something like that.”

“It’ll wear off,” she assured me. “Just give it a minute.”

“It’s not that kind of ice.”

She shrugged. “Then just get a frost mage to counteract the – ”

“ANYWAY, he’s about to get frozen. Princess Leia, who’s tough and doesn’t want to admit she cares about him, thinks this might be the last time she’ll ever see him, so she yells out, ‘I love you!’”

Alaria stood there, breathless with anticipation. “…and?”

“Han says… ‘I know.’”

Alaria stared at me.

Then she burst into a scowl and hit my arm. “WHAT?! That’s not a great moment!”

“It is!” I protested. “Because he doesn’t want to admit that he loves her, either, and they’re both trying to be – never mind. Trust me, it’s awesome.”

She squinted at me. “Are you telling me all this because of what I wrote in that letter?”

“Mmmmmaybe.”

She rolled her eyes. “Figures.”

“Are we going to talk about it?”

“No,” she said peevishly, and started pulling on one of her thigh-high boots.

“Well, then, are we going to talk about this?” I asked as I gestured towards the bedroom and the naked pirate.

Alaria frowned, like she had no idea what I was talking about. “What?”

“Everything that happened in the last 30 minutes!”

Alaria grinned. “Ohhh. That was fun, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know that ‘fun’ is exactly the word I would use.”

She stared at me, mystified. “You didn’t have fun?”

“I mean, yeah, it was… I enjoyed it – but I feel really weird about it now.”

“Don’t. Tarka liked it.” Alaria dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Trust me, I know her.”

I found it a little strange that Alaria said ‘Tarka liked it’ and not ‘I liked it,’ but I chalked that up to her being a succubus. She probably liked anything and everything.

But the comment about ‘I know her’ opened up another whole can of worms.

“Yeaaaah, about that… were you two guys… involved before?”

“She was my ex-master.”

“Yeah, but you made it sound like you hated all of your ex-masters.”

“I do.”

“What about Tarka?”

Alaria made a face. “Well, I don’t like her…”

“You seemed to like her when she was going down on you,” I said, trying but not quite succeeding at keeping an accusatory tone out of my voice.

She shrugged. “That’s just sex.”

“Yeah, but… I thought the whole point of this revenge thing was to kill people who… you know… forced you to do stuff.”

“It is.”

“Yeah, but you weren’t being forced to do anything today. Not after the first time she kissed you.”

Alaria rolled her eyes. “That was all just a set up for me to kill her.”

“Yeah… but you seemed to really be enjoying it.”

“Can’t a girl enjoy her life’s work?”

“I’m just saying – ”

“I think what you’re really asking is, why aren’t I black-and-white? Why aren’t I 100% one way or the other? People did bad things to me and I want them to pay, so I should be the perfect, virtuous victim, right?”

She interlaced her hands beneath her chin and batted her eyelashes to mock my notion of innocence. Then she went back to her former sardonic tone.

“I wanted to take revenge on her, so I should hate her with every ounce of my being and definitely not have sex with her. Is that it?”

I thought for a second. “Yeah, that pretty much covers it.”

“I do hate most of my ex-masters with every ounce of my being. They were brutes and bastards. Tarka wasn’t as bad as the rest of them, but she still used me like a piece of meat, and I wanted my revenge.”

“And that includes having sex with her?”

She shrugged. “Why not?”

“No offense, but… that’s kind of fucked up.”

“Well, then, I reserve the right to be fucked up,” Alaria said icily.

“Look, I – ”

“What is this? You went along with it, so it can’t be that morally objectionable to you – so why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you?”

She’d totally pegged me. While everything I’d just said was true to some degree, it was also a smokescreen.

I hesitated, then dove in. “I just feel really weird that we did that, even though we’re in a relationship – ”

“WHOA,” Alaria said as she held up one hand.

“What?”

“Don’t use that kind of language around me.”

“What, ‘relationship’?!”

“GODDESS – yes, stop saying that!”

She seemed way more offended that I was using the ‘R’ word than the fact we’d just engaged in coerced sex under dubious consent with someone she intended to murder.

Sigh.

Succubi.

But her reaction reminded me of something else.

“Back when I first got here,” I said, “I mentioned your letter and how you said you lo– ”

Alaria suddenly lunged forward and kissed me hard.

I stood there in shock for a second, then melted into the kiss. We kept at it for about ten seconds until I finally wised up and pulled away.

“You just did that to shut me up!”

“Well, it worked,” she grinned.

“Why can’t you just say that you lo– ”

“WHY are you trying to ruin this?” Alaria demanded.

“I’m not trying to ruin anything! I love you!”

I saw a multitude of emotions play over her face: fear, sadness, feelings I couldn’t even begin to decipher.

She didn’t say anything for a long moment. But when she did speak, she was quiet and serious. “And I meant everything I wrote in that letter.”

“So why can’t you say it? Did your feelings change?”

“No!” she insisted, then rolled her eyes and groaned. “Why are you making me do this?”

“I just want to know what the hell is going on with us!”

“What’s going on is that I’m free for the first time in my entire life. I had an incredible night with you in Abaddon, and I want to have lots more nights with you like that one – but I didn’t get out of one prison just to enter another.”

“What are you saying?”

She shrugged. “I want us to be able to have sex with whomever we want.”

My heart just about seized up in my chest.

I know she read it on my face because she rolled her eyes again.

“For Goddess’ sake – you enjoyed yourself just now.” Then Alaria’s tone changed to seduction. “You know… there’s a whole lot more we can do with her…”

I swallowed. “What do you mean, ‘a whole lot more we can do with her’?”

Over in the other room, Tarka leaned into my eye-line and silently mouthed Anal.

Then she gave an exaggerated wink with her uncovered eye and grinned like Ohhhhh yeeeaaah.

I shuddered and stepped to the side so I couldn’t see her anymore.

“Tell me truthfully,” Alaria said. “Would you really prefer not to have had the experience we just shared?”

“I don’t know… that was really out there for me, Alaria.”

She shrugged. “Well, it should be easier next time.”

WHAT?!

“I don’t want there to be a next time!” I insisted.

“What do you want, then?”

“I want us to be together – just you and me and nobody else!”

Especially not trussed-up naked pirate chicks.

Alaria sighed in a huff. “Humans and monogamy – if you’re not trying to control me with the collar, you’re trying to control me with your cock.”

“I’m not trying to control you with my – it’s natural when two people lo– ”

“Carefullllll,” she warned.

“When two people care about each other, they just naturally want to be with each other!”

“And we will be!” she said brightly. “Along with other people.”

“That’s not what I want!”

“What, you don’t want to have hot sex? You don’t want to sleep with other women? I don’t understand what the problem is. A lot of men would love the fact that they just had a kinky threesome. When are you going to tell me what you’re really afraid of?”

I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat.

“Never mind,” I grumbled, and turned away.

“It’s because you’re afraid I’m going to sleep with other men, isn’t it?” she asked.

OUCH.

It was like she’d shoved a dagger right between my shoulder blades.

“Look, I care about you – ”

“And I care about you. But you forget, I’m a succubus. Sex and – caring about each other don’t go together for me. They’re two separate things.”

“Were they two separate things with me that night in Abaddon?” I asked.

She hesitated.

“For the first time in my life, no,” she finally admitted. Then she pointed at the other room. “But you just had sex with Tarka. Do you love her now?”

“No, of course not!”

“Would you leave me for her?”

“No!”

“SEE?!” she said, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Never mind. I don’t want to talk about it anymore, and we need to go up and deal with the pirate crew.”

Alaria sighed and touched my arm. “Look, I… I care about you. A lot. I don’t want it to be like this between us. If it makes it any easier on you, I won’t sleep with other men until we figure this out – alright?”

My heart lightened considerably – but I still felt wary. “What about women?”

She groaned. “You can’t expect me to be a nun. I still get to sleep with women – and I reserve the right to hate-fuck Tarka as much as I want.”

“Screw you, you hell-wench!” Tarka yelled from the other room.

“Eat me, bitch!” Alaria shouted back.

“…okay,” Tarka said hopefully.

Alaria turned back to me. “Is that an acceptable compromise for now? No men, only women?”

“Fine,” I grumbled. “But I’m going to be monogamous.”

“I’m not asking for that. I don’t even want that.”

“Well, I do. You’re the only woman I want to sleep with.”

“No more Tarka?” she asked with a mischievous grin.

I paused for a long moment. “Did you really like that?”

In answer, she grabbed my crotch, smashed her breasts up against me, and French-kissed me hard.

“Okay, I guess you did,” I muttered after she broke off the kiss.

“So maybe more sexy times later with our little pirate fuck-toy?” she asked, raising her eyebrows hopefully.

“…as long as she says yes,” I agreed reluctantly, feeling like I was making a deal with the devil.

I guess I was making a deal with a devil woman.

“Oh, she’ll beg you,” Alaria assured me.

“No I won’t!” Tarka shouted from the other room.

Alaria walked over to her and snapped her tail like a whip across Tarka’s bare ass.

Fwack!

“AAH!” Tarka yelped.

“Oh yes you will, and you’ll like it, too,” Alaria said, then walked out of the captain’s quarters and up the stairs to the upper deck.

I shook my head in wonder at how deeply down the rabbit hole I’d fallen, and then started to follow Alaria out.

Tarka’s voice stopped me.

“You filthy man-whore,” Tarka snarled. “You took advantage of me. You put your nasty thing inside me.”

I stood there staring at her, guilt and shame churning in my stomach.

Tarka just glared at me… and then grinned.

“Want to do it again?” she asked eagerly as she wiggled her ass in the air.

“No, I’m good,” I frowned, and beat a hasty retreat out the door.

“No-good landlubber!” she yelled after me. “Limp dick little frog-fucker! Ass-sucking powder monkey!”

As I walked up the stairs, there was a brief silence.

Then Tarka wailed, “Come back and do it agaaaaain!”

Woo boy.

Somebody didn’t just have issues, she had a whole subscription.

8

I reached the main deck and braced myself for a fight.

Instead I found a party.

The crew were all lounging around, drinking bottles of what I assumed was rum. (It wasn’t tan-colored lemonade, that’s for sure.)

They were sitting on crates, perched on the yardarms, hanging in the rigging, all while laughing and carrying on. Accordion music was playing, and I sought out the source: a tiny demon that looked like an organ grinder monkey. Except the monkey-demon was the one playing the tune on a small accordion, and a hulking demon in a polkadot skullcap was doing the dancing.

What with all the colors and shapes and sizes of the demons running around, it felt like The Muppets Treasure Island but all the puppets got shitfaced.

While the humans had kinky sex below decks.

Speaking of which, I looked around for Alaria but didn’t see her.

At the center of the hootenanny, though, was Stig.

Of course he was. There was alcohol involved, after all.

He sat on a barrel and used two hands to grasp a bottle of rum that was almost as big as he was. Whenever he took a drink, he looked like a toddler struggling to lift a two-liter container of Coke.

Next to him sat the giant grey demon with the lantern jaw and the yellow demon, both with their own bottles.

“Hey bosh,” Stig greeted me cheerfully, his speech slurred.

“Made some new friends, I see,” I said, glancing warily at the grey and yellow demons, who watched me just as carefully.

“Yup.”

“Got over your airsickness, too, huh?”

Stig raised the bottle of rum. “Besht cure for it.”

“I didn’t know that,” I muttered, and looked over at his drinking companions. “So… are you going to introduce me?”

“Thish here is Krug,” Stig said, pointing to the grey demon. Then he switched to the yellow one. “And thish here is Shee.”

“See?” I said, trying to interpret Stig’s drunken pronunciation.

“Shee,” the yellow demon said in irritation.

“‘She’ like ‘her’?” I asked.

“No, ‘Shee’ short for ‘banshee.’”

“Oh – you’re the one with the sonic attack,” I realized, then figured out the nickname. “So they call you ‘Banshee,’ but ‘Shee’ for short.”

“That, and I am a banshee,” the creature said, making it clear he thought I was an idiot.

I was used to banshees in the game being pale, spectral, thin white women who floated two feet off the ground.

“I thought banshees were female.”

“I am female,” Shee growled.

“…oh…”

Stig started laughing his ass off and rolling around the top of barrel at my obvious discomfort. I glared daggers at him, but didn’t say anything that might make my faux pas even worse.

There were absolutely no clues to suggest Shee’s gender – not like Alaria, anyway. No swell of the chest under the pirate shirt, no curves, no femininity at all. Like I said before, Quasimodo and a lemon had a baby.

“…sorry. So, uh… you guys aren’t going to attack me, are you?”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Krug rumbled.

“Might make fun of you for what you’re wearing, though,” Shee said, and the entire crew burst into laughter.

At least I wasn’t wearing a diaper like back in Fernburg, after Alaria burned damn near everything I owned.

“Yeah,” I muttered, looking down at my toga, “I have to get my clothes fixed.”

“We can do that,” Krug said. “There’s a tailor onboard.”

“Thanks,” I said, then grew puzzled. “So… no pressing need to come to the defense of your captain?”

Shee leapt to her feet, her hand on the pommel of her sword and an alarmed look on her face. “Why, what’d you do?!”

I stepped back in alarm, a half-second away from casting Darkfire –

Then Shee’s face relaxed back to its customary ornery-yet-bored expression, and she settled (Shee settled?) back onto her barrel.

The rest of the crew laughed uproariously at my skittishness.

“Oh… ha ha,” I said, forcing a laugh. “That was a joke… right?”

“Yup,” Krug affirmed.

“So… I’m guessing you guys aren’t really fond of your captain, huh?”

“How’d you guess?” Shee asked sarcastically before taking a slug of rum.

“Screw that bitch,” Krug said mildly.

“Which, judging from the sounds coming out of the captain’s quarters, you already did,” Shee snorted.

All the demons started cackling again as I turned bright red.

“You’re red as Alaria,” Krug commented casually as he took another swig of rum.

“You know Alaria’s name?!” I asked, dumbfounded – and then realized, duh. “Oh yeah – she was onboard for almost a week. Of course you know her name.”

“A week?” Shee scoffed. “Try a year.”

I stared. A year?!

What had I stumbled into, some kind of time travel storyline?

“A long time ago?” Shee said slowly and deliberately, as though I were a moron and had to have everything explained to me. “Back when she was Tarka’s bitch?”

I thought about what I had just seen in the captain’s quarters and almost said, Actually, it was sort of the other way around…

Then I realized Shee was talking about years ago – and the reason we were here on this ship in the first place, looking for revenge.

“Oh – when Alaria was her slave.”

I did the math. Considering all the masters Alaria had served for extended periods of time, I was really hoping succubi didn’t age and that she was a lot older than she looked.

“So you guys go way back, huh?” I asked.

“Yup,” Krug grunted.

“Did you guys send me her letter, then?”

“Yup.”

“Wow – thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“You really must not like your captain, then.”

“Nope,” Krug said, and took another swig of rum.

It was a hell of a cautionary tale. Tarka had been flying around with an entire crew of demons that couldn’t wait for her demise. They would have mutinied, except the collars on their necks prevented them from doing it.

I wondered how long it would have taken before my own demons would have wanted me dead – Stig, Alaria –

Dorp.

I looked around the deck. “Stig, where’s Dorp?”

My imp glanced at the other demons guiltily.

“Stiiig,” I said with a stern warning in my voice. “You didn’t kill him, did you?”

“No, boss!” Stig protested, shaking his head rapidly. Which was a relief, because Stig would often tell you one thing, but nod or shake his head exactly the opposite. It was always the head movement that revealed the truth.

“You didn’t do anything bad to him, did you?”

“No, boss,” Stig said, but this time he nodded his head ‘yes.’

Shit.

“You talkin’ about the chatterbox?” Krug asked.

“Yes.”

“We keelhauled him.”

“You what?!”

“He wouldn’t shut up.”

Shee pointed twenty feet away. Fastened to the main mast was a rope that stretched tautly over to the railing and then disappeared over the side.

“You could say he’s just hanging out,” she snickered, and the nearest pirates burst into laughter along with her.

I ran over to the railing and looked down. About a hundred feet below, Dorp was trailing along behind the ship, tied by his ankle. Luckily we were a good mile above the ocean.

“Dorp!” I yelled.

“Oh – hey, boss,” Dorp called back in his nasal, high-pitched voice. “Sorry about this…”

“It’s not your fault!” I yelled, and then reconsidered. Actually, it probably was. “What did you do?”

“I just told them all about the Battle of Abaddon!”

Okay, now it made perfect sense.

“Hold on!”

I tried tugging on the rope, but Dorf weighed well over a hundred pounds. It was a bit much.

Of course, I had a ten-foot-tall Arnold Schwarzenegger onboard – who, incidentally, had put my demon down there in the first place.

I turned back to Krug and snapped, “Get him back up here!”

Krug stood up menacingly. “You don’t give us orders. This is still Captain Tarka’s ship.”

“Not so fast,” said a familiar voice.

Alaria walked up the stairs from below decks, wearing a knee-length black coat with frilly lapels and cuffs. Her massive boobs jutted out the front, giving new meaning to the term ‘double-breasted jacket.’ Apparently she had cut slits for her wings, which were folded normally on her back.

She also wore a black, tri-corner captain’s hat. Other than that, it was just her regular boots, bra, and thong.

She was the sexiest damn pirate you’ve ever seen.

“I wouldn’t call it Captain Tarka’s ship anymore, seeing as she’s not exactly fit for command,” Alaria said.

“Did you kill her?” Krug asked.

“No.”

Every demon on board unconsciously reached for their weapons, a look of alarm on their faces. Apparently they wanted her dead, and were afraid of Tarka reaction when she got loose.

“Are you going to kill her?” Krug demanded.

“Probably not for a while,” Alaria said with a smirk. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“Depends,” grumbled Krug.

“On what?”

“On who’s going to try to be our new master,” he said, putting a decided emphasis on ‘try.’

“Nobody’s going to be your new master,” I said.

Every pirate on board looked at me in surprise.

“What?” Krug asked, astounded.

“I’m freeing all of you. You can do whatever you want.”

Shee looked at me in shock. “So what the blue guy was saying about Abaddon was true?”

“Yes.”

“I told you!” a helium-pitched voice yelled from somewhere below the ship.

“What about Tarka?” Krug asked.

“What about her?”

“What’s to stop her from attacking us?”

“Well, once I free you, she won’t be able to control you anymore – and, to be honest, we have no intention of letting her out of the stocks.”

“Hm,” Krug grunted. “What do you want in return?”

Actually, I hadn’t even thought about it.

“Just get us back to the mainland, and give us… say, a fourth of whatever gold you have on board, plus the choice of any magical artifacts you’ve got.” I considered for a second. “Yeah, that should be – ”

“Hold on,” Alaria whispered as she yanked me roughly aside.

“What?”

“You’re giving them a priceless gift – their freedom – and you’re getting squat in return.”

“That’s sort of the point of a gift,” I pointed out.

“Tarka’s our prisoner. We’re entitled to the whole damn ship and everything on it.”

“So what do you have in mind?”

Alaria turned back to the crew. “Krug – you still first mate?”

“Yes,” the grey demon rumbled.

“Well, if you want to move up to the captain’s chair, we’re going to need a little bit more than just getting back to the mainland and some gold.”

Krug raised an eyebrow – or would have, if he had eyebrows. “What’re the terms?”

“Passage to six more places around the globe.”

Six more places –

Aha.

With six more ex-masters to kill, travel in an airship would be a lot faster than hoofing it on foot.

Why didn’t I think of that?

“What places?” Krug asked.

“Still to be determined,” Alaria said. “I don’t know all of them yet.”

“Why are we going to these places?” Krug asked suspiciously.

“Because I have some people I need to kill.”

The demon made a face like Okay, I can respect that. “Fine.”

“While we’re traveling, you can keep on being a pirate and attack whomever you want – ”

“No no, hold on,” I interrupted.

“What?” Alaria asked.

“No attacking passenger ships or civilians,” I said to Krug. “And no killing anybody – well, not unless it’s really necessary.”

Every single demon on board stared at me.

“What, you want them to cut off their balls and hand them over to you while they’re at it?” Alaria asked. “They’re pirates.”

“No, I just want them to be – ”

“Wussy pirates,” Stig interjected.

“No,” I said as I glared at him. “Just not murderers.”

“Awwww,” Alaria said, and patted me on the head. “My little moralizer.”

I batted her hand away and shot her a look.

“Wait – isn’t that what you’re doing?” Krug asked. “Flying places and killing people?”

Ouch.

Good point.

“We’re not murdering anyone,” Alaria said, “we’re killing my ex-masters. Taking revenge. Isn’t that the name of your damn ship?”

The demon thought for a moment.

“All right. Six destinations in exchange for my freedom and the freedom of the rest of the crew, plus one fourth of the gold and any magical artifacts we have on board.” Krug looked at me disdainfully. “And we promise not to murder civilians, although I’m going to ransack every damn treasure ship that crosses our path. Deal?”

“Deal,” I said.

“Not good enough,” Alaria said. “I want every pirate on board to swear by the Seven Hells that they’ll abide by the agreement.”

Krug paused and looked at the rest of the crew.

They all nodded their assent.

“All right, then, let’s do it,” Alaria said.

They dropped down from the yardarms and rigging, and fifty demons gathered into a circle and put one hand each in the center.

Alaria joined them and lit a fire in her palm, which spread from hand to hand of each pirate.

“I swear by the Seven Hells that I shall faithfully uphold this pact,” the demons all chanted.

Satisfied, Alaria stood back and nodded.

“All right,” Krug rumbled, “how do we get our freedom?”

It was a bit of a process. I had to attack each of the pirates in turn, getting their hit points down to just 5%. Once they reached that point, Alaria slipped a knife under their collars and cut them off, and then I handed the collars back to them.

But what was this?

My action bar’s slots started filling up as I freed the demons. One by one, little icons of their faces kept appearing next to Alaria, Stig, and Dorp’s.

This hadn’t happened in Abaddon. I certainly wasn’t unable to summon 8000 demons now (which would have come in damn handy).

Then I realized that the mechanics had been different. I had used the Scepter of Chalastia to break their bonds – but I had never weakened their hit points and cut their collars. In other words, I hadn’t gone through the ritual.

I thought about trying the scepter on the pirate crew, but then I reasoned that it might be in my best interest to be able to bring them back from the dead.

Plus I had the time to do it the long way. There were only 50 of them, versus 8000 in Abaddon. And we didn’t have a deadline like storming a throne room, so I could spend the extra time if it gave me an added advantage.

I continued freeing them the old-fashioned way: draining their hit points, slicing off the collars, then giving the collars back to them. Apparently I didn’t need to forge new collars to make the demons summonable, which was a good thing – I would have needed thousands upon thousands of souls. Merely releasing them from their servitude was enough to put them under my command, or at least into my action bar.

There were so many of them, though, that I had to create a whole new submenu just for the pirates alone. I organized them by color, which was the easiest way of dealing with them for now. Maybe later I would try categorizing them by powers.

One thing was for certain: they were very grateful.

Shee was even uncharacteristically bashful, murmuring “Thank you,” as I gave her back her freedom.

Krug was the last.

“Do you agree to have Krug lead you as captain of the Revenge?” I called out to the crew.

“Aye,” they all answered in unison.

“Any opposed?”

Silence.

“Okay,” I said. “That settles it.”

I Soul-Sucked Krug until he was down to 5%, and then Alaria slipped the knife under his collar and cut it off. She gave it to me, and I placed it in his massive palm.

He looked down at it like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

If he wasn’t a big tough demon, I could have sworn I saw tears shimmering in his yellow, glowing eyes.

Alaria took off the tri-corner hat and placed it on the grey demon’s head. “Congratulations… Captain Krug.”

The crew went wild, and a jubilant roar went up.

“Now we celebrate!” Krug shouted, and the entire crew scurried to the larders to break out a feast.

A forlorn voice wafted up from under the ship. “Guys?”

“Oh crap – can you haul him back up here now?” I asked Krug.

“Sure,” Krug agreed. He grabbed hold of the rope and hauled Dorp up over the edge of the ship as easily as I would have pulled a ragdoll tied to a piece of string.

As soon as Dorp got up on deck, he said, “This is another great triumph for you, boss!”

I sighed. “I told you not to call me ‘boss.’ And please, just stop talking.”

“But it’s a whole new part of your legend! First the emancipation of Abaddon, and now the freeing of the Revenge! Ian the Warlock, friend to the enslaved, the powerless, the oppressed – ”

“Dude, you’re not a bard. Cut it out.”

“…okay.”

Dorp was silent for about five seconds. Then –

“Just think of all the injustice you’ve righted in the world, all the amazing things you’ve done for demonkind – ”

“Dorp? Seriously – shut up or I’m gonna have them keelhaul you again.”

“…okay,” he murmured sadly.

Ten seconds later he started up again.

“Think of all the new lands we could visit on this flying pirate ship – freeing slaves, helping demons – ”

Krug looked down at me. “Can I?”

I grunted in exasperation. “Be my guest.”

Krug grabbed Dorp like Tom Brady would a deflated football, then tossed him over the side of the ship – still with the rope tied around his leg.

We could still hear his annoying helium voice squeaking, first on one side of the ship, then on the other, as he swung back-and-forth like a pendulum.

“It’s okay, boss… I forgive you… I deserved it… I just can’t stop… telling the world… how awesome you are…”

“Oh God,” I muttered, closing my eyes in irritation.

“You have quite the fan,” Alaria said.

“No – fanboy,” Stig sneered. Then he lifted up his bottle of rum enthusiastically. “I’m an alcoholic!”

Alaria half-frowned, half-smiled in amusement. “Good for you.”

“That’s all right, we can drown him out,” Krug said, then yelled, “Make the music louder!”

The monkey-demon on accordion was joined by a fiddler, and a dozen demons began to chant:

We sail the seven skies

And pillage all we can

We take when taking’s good

From any woman, child, or man

You’ll not find us on land that much,

And rarely on the sea –

Don’t cross me, fool, you’ll surely die –

A demon pirate’s life for me!

“So what’s our first destination?” Krug asked.

“The Northern Wastes,” Alaria answered.

Krug almost choked on his rum – as did Stig and about ten other pirates who overheard her.

“The Northern Wastes?! What the hell do you want there?!” Krug demanded.

The entire crew heard that, and they stopped carousing to listen.

“That’s where my next target is,” Alaria said.

“What, living on top of a glacier?!”

“More or less. In the Kingdom of the Frost Elves, to be precise.”

A hush fell over the entire ship.

Well, except for Dorp, whose faraway voice asked, “Is that bad?”

“Very bad,” Krug roared, then turned back to Alaria. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“We’re not going there,” Krug snarled.

“Too late. You already agreed,” Alaria smirked.

“I never agreed to go to the Northern Wastes!”

“No, but you didn’t ask about the locations when you swore by the Seven Hells. Should have read the fine print first.”

“Damn devil wench,” Krug grumbled.

“What’s the big deal?” I asked, confused.

“If the world had an asshole, and the asshole spewed ice, the Northern Wastes would be the shitter,” Krug said grumpily.

“So?”

“So demons hate cold,” Alaria said.

“Ohhhhh.” That made sense.

“We call it the Eighth Hell because it’s the place most demons would hate having to go. We don’t mind the others – we all come from one of the Hells, after all – but the Wastes are actual torture for us.”

Shee the Banshee chimed in. “The cold may be bad, but the frost elves are worse. If the Northern Wastes are the shithouse, the frost elves are the vipers in the shit.”

I frowned and thought back to my years playing OtherWorld. “I’ve met frost elves before. They’re not that bad.”

“Not these frost elves,” Krug grumbled. “At least, not Saykir.”

“Say-kur?”

“My ex-master,” Alaria said. “The ruler of the Kingdom of Frost.”

“He or a she?” I asked, having learned my lesson after last time.

“He.” She gave me a look like she knew what I was thinking – except instead of jokey, she was deadly grim. “It’s not going to be like it was with Tarka.”

I checked my quest list. Yup, there he was, right after the pirate queen – whose quest hadn’t been fulfilled yet. I guess we had to kill her first.

Tarka was worth 20,000 XP – which hurt to lose, though it was mitigated by the weird, kinky sex.

Saykir was worth double. 40,000 XP.

Nice.

I might even level up twice just from killing him alone.

But for that much XP, and given what the others were saying about him, this sounded like it was going to be a hellacious quest.

Krug scowled. “We’re not going.”

“Yes you are,” Alaria said. “You already promised, and there’s no way we’re letting you out of it. Break out the cold weather gear, boys – it’s about get chilly.”

9

The voyage to the Northern Wastes took several days. The Revenge stayed over open water to avoid military ships that patrolled the shoreline, but in all that time, we didn’t see any other airships – probably because nobody in their right minds would head where we were going.

Though nothing exciting happened, Alaria and I had plenty of fun along the way – and by ‘fun’ I mean ‘just the two of us.’

However, true to her word, Alaria still roped me into a couple more… um, ‘encounters’ with Tarka. They played out much the same way the first time had, although a riding crop got introduced the third time around.

On Tarka, not on me.

The threesomes left me feeling uneasy, confused, and weirded out – although I can’t say I didn’t enjoy them. In fact, there was a part of me that looked forward to them almost as much as sex with Alaria. The experiences were really hot – not in spite of seeming so wrong, but probably because of it.

Unfortunately, I had to put up with Tarka’s constant pestering. We stowed her in an unused storage room when we weren’t… uh, ‘using’ her, and every time I passed by it was the same.

“Psst, bilge rat,” she would call out. “Wanna stick it in? I won’t tell your hell-whore.”

“No, I’m good,” I would say.

“You ball-less eunuch – invade my harbor, you son of a bitch! Pound my shores with your man o’ war!”

Needless to say, I didn’t ‘invade her harbor’ or ‘pound her shores’ unless Alaria was present.

Speaking of uncomfortable situations, Alaria kept trying to continue our talk from the other day – the one about sleeping with other people. I kept dodging her attempts, which was easy to do: I’d just pull off her thong and go down on her.

That usually led to sex, and voila, she didn’t want to talk for the next two hours except to say “Harder!” and “Faster!” and “Want to go get Tarka?”

After one marathon session as we lay naked together in bed – just the two of us – she scolded me, “You just do that to distract me.”

“I learned from the best.”

“Seriously, though, we need to talk about – ”

I put my head in her lap and began licking, and soon we weren’t talking anymore.

As long as we’re tallying up all the less-than-perfect situations, Dorp kept testing the limits of my patience. We would haul him up on deck every few hours to see if he could keep quiet, but no, he would start chattering about Abaddon again. I would warn him he would get keelhauled if he didn’t shut up, he would stay quiet for a minute or two – and then it would be right back to the verbal diarrhea.

As a result, Dorp got keelhauled a lot. Like, 99% of the time we were in the air.

I also spent a good portion of the voyage wandering the Revenge. By day three, I knew every deck and storage compartment.

The trip to the treasure room was disappointingly short. The ship only kept a small amount of gold coins on hand in case they got raided, and virtually no magical artifacts.  Certainly nothing of any use to me. Everything else was buried on remote islands scattered across OtherWorld – something the big grey bastard had neglected to mention when we agreed to our pact.

“Looks like you didn’t read the fine print, either,” he growled when I confronted him about it.

On the third morning of the trip we reached our destination. I was assuming that the Northern Wastes were OtherWorld’s version of Antarctica, and I was more or less right. The land was just a never-ending expanse of white with a thin fringe of rocky shoreline. From this high up we could see a great deal – or we would have, if the storm clouds in the distance didn’t meld with the landscape into one giant grey-white blur.

As we approached the coast we saw some sort of fishing village where tiny wooden structures dotted the shores.

“We’re setting down there,” Krug said.

“What are you talking about?!” Alaria demanded. “We can fly right to Saykir’s palace in this thing!”

“Not with those snowstorms on the horizon.”

“What?! A bunch of big, bad demon pirates, and you’re afraid of a little squall?!”

“I’m not taking the Revenge into that. At these temperatures the turbines could freeze up, and then we’d be done for.”

I remembered how violent it had been when my lifeboat crashed on the ship’s deck. Then I imagined what it would be like if the giant engines stopped working and sent our full-size wooden frigate plummeting to the ground from a mile up.

I shuddered.

“But it’s at least ten miles to Saykir’s domain!” Alaria exclaimed.

“Enjoy your walk.”

“You swore by the Seven Hells to take us to our destinations!”

“And I have. You said the Northern Wastes, and here we are. Nothing in our agreement says anything about you changing the destination, or dropping you at specific points right in the middle of wherever you want to go.”

Alaria fumed, but the new captain was right: she had only said ‘the Northern Wastes,’ and here we were.

Krug was employing his own version of ‘I abide by the letter of the law, not the spirit of it.’ Now Alaria was experiencing firsthand how frustrating it was when she and Stig interpreted my commands whatever way benefitted them.

“Besides,” Krug added, “are you really going to endanger your next five trips because you don’t want to walk ten miles?”

“Ten miles in freezing temperatures,” she shot back.

For the first time ever, I saw the giant grey demon smile. “We’ll break out the cold weather gear just for you… since you’re about to get chilly.”

Krug settled the Revenge down over the water a couple thousand feet from shore. As the ship lowered, the force of the engines’ exhaust carved out a bowl-shaped depression in the ocean, sending waves rushing outwards in a giant circle.

“Cut the engines!” Krug yelled.

Another demon shouted back, “Engines cut!”

The turbines cycled down, and the ship dropped 15 feet into the ocean with a tsunami-like splash.

Stig puked rum across the deck as we sloshed around.

“You’re cleaning that up,” Krug barked.

I looked over at Alaria, who had braced herself by grabbing hold of the rigging. And Dorp –

Oh shit.

“Uh… did we ever get Dorp off the keelhaul line?” I asked Krug.

“No.”

I ran over to the rope, which was dangling over the railing but no longer taut. When I pulled on it, the rope came up from the ocean depths way too easily.

After 50 feet, all that was left was a frayed, ragged end.

Dammit.

Now I felt horrible.

I checked my action bar. Dorp’s icon was fully lit, meaning that he had died and was off in limbo, waiting to be summoned.

I hovered my finger over the icon – hesitated…

Maybe we should wait.

I could always summon him later when he was needed. Otherwise we were going to hear about Abaddon nonstop for God knows how many hours.

Maybe accidentally leaving him down there was for the best.

I went to the bow of the ship, cast my All-Seeing Eye, and floated it over the water towards the tiny fishing village. Within 30 seconds I could see the inhabitants up close.

They were all humans in rough-hewn clothes. Hard-bitten, weathered folk living in an inhospitable landscape, with skin turned red and raw by the biting sea winds –

And they were all terrified.

The looks on their faces were like baby seals as a Great White shark comes gunning for them.

I wondered if it was because they never seen a flying ship before. Then I turned the All-Seeing Eye back on the ship itself and noticed the demonic Jolly Roger flapping in the cold Arctic winds.

Oh yeah.

Pirates tend not to make good first impressions.

“Can we take down the flag?” I asked Krug. “I think it’s scaring the villagers half out of their minds.”

“So?”

“So it would be nice to have their cooperation instead of getting attacked the minute we set foot on shore.”

“We’ll just take whatever we want,” Krug growled.

“How are you going to take information?” I snapped. “Plus you swore not to kill civilians. These are civilians.”

Krug groaned as he remembered his promise, then shouted, “Lower the flag!”

“Lowering the flag!” another pirate yelled, and the Jolly Roger began to descend.

“Is there something else you can put up instead that might put them at ease?” I asked.

Krug gave a put-upon sigh, then yelled, “Hoist the flag of peace!”

“Hoisting the flag of peace!”

Down came the Jolly Roger – and up went the most ridiculous flag I had ever seen. It was pink and yellow with embroidered flowers and a smiling unicorn. It looked like a bunch of My Little Pony bronies had designed the damn thing.

“Instead of being afraid, now they can just laugh at us,” Alaria remarked.

I ignored the flag and looked at Krug. “How many of your men are coming with us?”

“None.”

I stared at him. “What?”

“I’ll send a boat to take you to shore, but that’s it.”

Alaria frowned. “If we’re going to take on the frost elves, we’re going to need a larger landing party than just the three of us.”

Krug crossed his arms. “There was nothing in our agreement about providing you manpower for your little excursions.”

Alaria’s eyes widened – and then she scowled as she realized she’d been trumped by the letter of the law again.

“Don’t you need to stock up on provisions?” she asked. “And wouldn’t your men like to have a little shore leave?”

Krug looked dubiously at the rocky coastline and the white expanse beyond. “Not much of a shore, if you ask me.”

“You can still walk on it without it moving beneath your feet. And I’m sure they have meat and fish and alcohol of all sorts.”

“Good,” Stig interjected as he finished swabbing the deck after his ‘accident.’ “We’re running low on rum.”

Krug glared at him. “Because someone has been drinking non-stop for the last three days.”

Stig shrugged like What’re ya gonna do? “I’m an alcoholic.”

“Better stock up while you can,” Alaria said to Krug.

I whispered in Alaria’s ear. “What are you doing?”

“It’ll be easier to get them to come along if we can at least get them on land first,” she whispered back.

Krug stroked his gigantic, blocky chin – then finally relented.

“All right – shore leave for them that wants it!” he shouted.

More than half the crew wanted it, thank goodness.

We set out in five lifeboats, six to a boat. Another twenty demons stayed onboard.

Stig, Alaria, and I rode with Krug, who wasn’t above rowing despite his captain status. Actually, Shee and another demon started with the oars, but they were so slow that Krug grew frustrated and motioned them aside. Thanks to his strength, seconds later we were skimming through the water like we had an outboard motor.

The villagers gathered on the shoreline with harpoons and started screaming at us while we were still two hundred feet out.

“Keep off our shores, you damn demons!” yelled their leader, a man with an unruly beard.

The other villagers behind him were quaking in their boots, though they shouted all the same.

“We only want to pass through to the Kingdom of the Frost Elves,” I called out.

Every single villager looked bewildered.

“Why in the name of Hastorok would you want to do that?” the bearded man exclaimed.

“Revenge,” Alaria shouted.

The leader shook his head. “You might as well drown yourself at the bottom of the sea right now. It’s suicide.”

“We’ll decide that ourselves,” Alaria said.

I stepped in, trying to play the diplomat. “Although it would be nice if you could tell us how to get there and what we might encounter along the way. Also, my friends here want to buy provisions – ”

“And booze!” Stig croaked.

The villagers all looked at each other nervously.

“Well…” the bearded man said, “we don’t need your money, but we could trade for metal and wood… those things are hard to come by around here.”

“Agreed,” Krug said.

“But you’re pirates!”

Krug looked at me distastefully like, Yeah, we WERE pirates once upon a time – then turned back to the villagers. “Do you have gold or anything else worth stealing?”

“…no…”

“Then you’re fine.”

The villagers conferred amongst themselves.

If one of them was smart, he probably said, They’re coming ashore whether we like it or not, so we might as well not antagonize them.

I guess someone was smart, because the bearded man finally shouted, “Alright – come along then, but don’t make any false moves. We don’t want to have to attack you.”

“I’m sure,” Krug said drily.

Our boats hit the stony beach and everyone stepped ashore. We were all wearing cold-weather gear from the ship – parkas trimmed with fur, heavy fur boots, and leather gloves. My clothes stunk of mothballs, but at least they seemed clean.

Alaria looked absolutely stunning in her getup. She was wearing a parka made specially for Tarka with the edges trimmed in mink. The brown fur contrasted beautifully with her red skin. With her black thigh-high boots and otherwise skimpy clothing, she looked like a Playboy Bunny dressed for a winter photo shoot.

Stig, on the other hand, looked like Maggie Simpson all over again, just dressed for a snowstorm.

The pirates started bartering with the villagers over their stores of salted fish, smoked wolf meat, and pungent local alcohol. Meanwhile the bearded leader took me, Alaria, Stig, Krug, and Shee towards the largest shack.

“I am Mo,” he said as he led us inside.

“Mo?” I asked in surprise.

If you’re voyaging out to the ass-end of nowhere, you kind of expect to find high fantasy names like Kaldorak or Voltor. Not Homer Simpson’s bartender.

Mo glared at me. “Perhaps it is not the type of fanciful name you outlanders are accustomed to, but here we live simply.”

He wasn’t kidding. His home was the most spartan kind of living you could imagine – a simple wooden structure of four walls, a ceiling, a floor, and little else. The bed was basically a pile of greasy furs. There was a small wooden table with two chairs, which all looked like they were 50 years old and had lived through a couple of wars.

A lantern hung on a nail in the wall. It burned some kind of oil that filled the room with an acrid stench, but at least it gave off enough light to see inside the windowless shack.

The only thing that was even remotely decorative was a board that hung on the wall with a collage of wolves’ teeth glued to it. The fangs were curved and sharp, and were arranged in a pattern like a gruesome version of a child’s macaroni artwork.

“Did you make that?” Alaria asked.

The man blushed. “Yes. It’s my art.”

“It’s… interesting…” Alaria said diplomatically.

Mo blushed again, then turned and opened up a wooden trunk in the corner. Out came pieces of an ancient, tattered map that Mo assembled on the table. The faded drawing showed a rough coastline, various trails, and numerous mountains made of ice.

At the top of the map was a hand-drawn skull with long, pointed ears. Elf ears.

He pointed at the shoreline.

“Here we are… and here is where you want to go,” he said, pointing to the skull. “This is the beginning of their kingdom. In between you will have to face dire wolves, yetis, and ice goblins.”

I frowned. “Ice goblins? Are they made of ice?”

“No,” Mo said, and gave me a disgusted look. “They’re just called that because they frequent cold climes. But they’re vicious little buggers – and if they don’t kill you, the frost elves most definitely will.”

“If they’re so horrible, why aren’t you guys dead?”

“Because we keep to the shores and rarely go beyond except to hunt wolf meat. The ice goblins keep to their underground kingdom – ”

Here he pointed to a black dot in what looked like a mountain of ice.

“ – which, unfortunately, you must pass through to get to the elves.” The man shook his head. “You would be wise to turn around, get on your ship, and sail back to wherever you came from.”

“That’s not an option,” Alaria said.

Mo shrugged. “It’s your funeral, not mine.”

“Their funeral,” Krug said, pointing to me and Alaria.

“Still not coming with us?” Alaria asked.

“That was never part of the deal.”

Alaria sighed and went into negotiating mode. “If you come with us – the entire landing party, that is – I’ll knock off one of the remaining five voyages you owe us.”

“Or,” Krug said, “the three of you can die out there, and I don’t have to make any of the voyages.”

Alaria glared at the grey demon. “Even though Stig and I are free, as our former master, Ian can summon us from beyond death. You do realize that, don’t you?”

“So?”

“So as long as he survives, we fight.”

“And you wonder why I drink,” Stig muttered.

“Then I hope you don’t survive long,” Krug said to me good-naturedly, like it was a joke.

Except it wasn’t. Not really.

“I have an unlimited number of resurrection spells,” I said, only slightly fudging the truth. I didn’t need a spell to come back, it just happened automatically – but Krug didn’t need to know that. I turned back to the bearded leader of the village. “Do you have a graveyard around here?”

“Yes, just down the shoreline.”

I looked back at Krug and smiled. “First time I get killed, I’ll resurrect at the graveyard and summon Alaria and Stig. Then we go back and try again… and again… and again. And since you swore to give us those other five rides, you’re going to be waiting for us a very, very long time if you don’t help out.”

Krug glared at me. “So, eternal death for the rest of us free demons, but not for you. No thanks, we’ll wait.”

“Actually, that’s not true. Since I took you from Tarka, you officially got added to my roster of demons I can summon, even though you’re free. Same with Alaria and Stig. So if anyone gets killed, I can summon them back to life. You won’t actually be in any danger of dying permanently.”

Krug looked at me, unsure whether I was bluffing or not. “You can resurrect any of my men if there’s a problem?”

“Yes.”

“Prove it,” he said, then went to the door of the shack and yelled out, “ZROB!”

One of the pirates walked inside the shack. He was an ugly, purple-colored brute who resembled a hairless gorilla. I remembered him not just because of his appearance, but because he was one of only two pirates who hadn’t thanked me for cutting off their collars. In fact, he’d acted surly and contemptuous, like he was offended a mere human had been the one to free him.

“What,” Zrob asked petulantly.

“The warlock needs to cast a spell on you.”

Zrob looked at me distrustfully. “Why?”

“We need to test something.”

“No,” Zrob sneered. “I don’t want to.”

“Too bad,” Krug said, and grabbed him in a half-nelson from behind. Then he nodded at me. “Go ahead.”

“STOP!” Zrob yelled. He began kicking and flailing, but Krug held him tight.

I hit Zrob with Soul Suck until he reached 5% of his health –

And then Krug drew his sword and cut off Zrob’s head for the coup de grace.

There wasn’t any blood. Zrob’s head just toppled off his shoulders, fell to the floorboards with a THUNK, and then both his head and body disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Still, it had been pretty damn violent.

I grimaced, then looked over at Mo the bearded villager. He’d gone pale.

He was probably thinking, If they do this to one of their own, what will they do to US?!

Krug sheathed his sword. “I never liked him, so if you can’t resurrect him, no hard feelings.”

I looked through my submenu of demon faces and found Zrob under the purple section. I pressed the icon, there was a crackling puff of fire, and suddenly the purple brute was standing in front of us, enraged.

“I’m going to kill you for that!” he roared.

“You didn’t die,” Krug said.

“…what?”

“That was just a spell. Nothing actually happened.”

“But – you cut off my head – ”

“Remember the phantom snake we battled on the deck? The one we couldn’t hit?”

Phantom snake? What was he –

Oh yeah.

The giant penis.

“It was the same thing,” Krug lied. “He made you believe I cut off your head, but nothing happened.”

“But it was exactly like when Tarka brought us back when we died!”

Krug scoffed. “You’re a free demon now. How could he have brought you back if you’re a free demon?”

The gorilla looked confused, but he wasn’t exactly packing enough IQ to make a rational argument otherwise.

“Fine,” he grunted. “Can I go now?”

Krug dismissed him with a wave of his hand. Once Zrob was gone, the captain turned back to me and Alaria. “All right – take off the other five voyages and we’ll go with you to battle the frost elves.”

“One voyage,” Alaria said. “I’ll take off one.”

“Four,” Krug counteroffered.

“One.”

“You’re not even negotiating,” Krug growled.

“I don’t have to. You’re honor-bound to transport us to the next five locations – which means you have to stay until we finish. I’m perfectly fine with letting you sit here in the frozen waters and wait for us, even if we have to die a thousand times.”

“Wait – what?” Stig said in alarm.

Rather than shush him, I pulled out a small bottle of rum I’d snagged from the ship – sort of a back-up baby bottle for the trip – and handed it to him. Stig uncorked it and began slugging it back.

I’m not sure I was fine with dying a thousand times, either, but I didn’t say anything. Alaria was a pretty damn good negotiator, and I didn’t want to stick my nose in where I would just foul things up.

Krug glared at her. “I sent your letter for you by raven, and this is how you repay me?”

“I repaid you by bringing Ian, who set you free,” Alaria said. “Now we’re more than even. Which is why you owe me.”

“Take off two voyages, at least.”

“One,” she shot back. “And I’m offering it only so I don’t have to spend the next two months here.”

Krug shook his head in disgust. “Fine. One. But we swear on the Seven Hells to bind the agreement.”

Alaria’s dainty little hand grasped his massive paw, fire spread from her fingers to his, and they both said at the same time, “I swear by the Seven Hells that I shall uphold this pact.”

After it was over, Krug turned to me. “If Zrob dies, don’t bring him back unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

I nodded. After all, I was already doing the same thing with Dorp.

For the second time ever, Krug smiled. “Good. You do that, and this entire trip might just be worth it.”

I turned to Mo. “Can we hire you or someone in your village to lead us to the ice goblins?”

“Can you bring us back from the dead?”

“No.”

“Then no, we’re not risking it.”

Fair enough.

I activated my Map Window. The area around the fishing village was visible, but the terrain beyond that was greyed out. “Is there any way we can buy that map off you, then?”

“It’s been in our village for generations. It’s not for sale. But just stick to the path we’ll put you on and it will take you to the ice goblins. If you make it past them, you won’t have any problem finding the frost elves. They’ll find you.”

We left the shack and went back outside. Krug sent two boats loaded with liquor and salted meat back to the ship, and the boats returned with planks of wood and iron implements for the villagers.

Once the bartering was complete, Mo walked us out to the edge of the village, where the rocky banks of the shoreline turned to ice and snow.

“I have another request,” Mo said. “You’ll undoubtedly cross many wolves and yeti on the way to the ice goblins. We could use the wolves’ teeth and the yetis’ horns.”

“For your artwork?” Alaria asked.

Mo blushed again. “The teeth for my artwork. The horns we use to store things we need to keep dry. For every 40 canine teeth and 40 horns you bring me, I’ll gladly furnish you with as much meat and alcohol as you can pack onto one of your rowboats. Plus I will give you an enchanted cloak in return for the first set of teeth, and a pair of yeti-hide boots for the first set of horns. But bring me back as many as you can.”

Krug turned to me. “If I get those provisions, I’ll pay you ten gold per boatload.”

“I thought you didn’t have any gold aboard,” I said, irritated.

“I know of a treasure chest on a nearby island. I’ll pay you then.”

“Fine,” I grumbled.

I thought of Wimpy and Popeye: I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for some salted meat today.

Two windows popped up:

Wolf Gang? I’mma Do ‘Is! (Mo’s Art)

Kill 20 wolves and gather their fangs for the following reward:

3000 XP

Provisions worth 5 gold

Cloak of the Northern Wastes: +6 Armor, +10 Intelligence, +15 Stamina

Are We There Yet-i?

Kill 20 yetis and gather their horns for the following reward:

5000 XP

Provisions worth 5 gold

Boots of the Yeti: +10 Armor, +12 Intelligence, +20 Stamina

A total of 16 armor, 22 Intelligence, and 35 Stamina, not to mention ten gold? Not a bad haul for a quest out in the ass-end of nowhere.

I groaned inwardly at ‘Are We There Yet-i,’ but I was mystified by the other quest title.

Wolf Gang? I’mma Do ‘Is! (Mo’s Art)

Before I hit ‘Accept,’ I read it out loud softly, sounding out the words. It had to be a pun of some kind.

“Wolf gang I’mma Do ‘is MOH MY GOD.”

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Jesus.

They’d named an NPC ‘Mo’ and given him wolf-teeth macaroni collages just so they could make that horrible play on words.

I really was going to rip the OtherWorld writers a new one if I ever met them. I shuddered to think how they were going to work in ‘Beethoven’ or ‘Rachmaninoff.’

The entire group looked at me in alarm when I shouted out ‘Oh my God.’

“What’s wrong?” Alaria asked.

“Nothing, just… terrible, horrible, awful puns.”

“What’s a pun?” Stig asked.

“It’s a play on words.”

“Aren’t all plays made of words?” the imp asked, confused.

“It’s – never mind.” I could imagine Stig trying to make dozens of bad puns over the next few hours, and I needed that like I needed a second Dorp. “Let’s go. Thanks – ”

I couldn’t even bear to say Mo’s name out loud. It was irreparably tainted by that damn quest title.

“ – uh, for everything.”

“May Hastorok guide you and keep you safe,” Mo said, then turned and headed back into the village.

Then Alaria, Stig, Krug, and I set off with 30 pirates into the icy wastes under a dim and cloudy sky.

10

As we walked, I took stock of the demons’ individual powers and even had them demonstrate their abilities. After all, there wasn’t much else to do but stare at white nothingness as we trudged through ice and snow.

Krug was able to summon balls of granite and shoot them off like cannonballs. Shee could blast things with her sonic shriek, knocking enemies back and breaking ice apart. The other demons I arranged into groups by their abilities: lightning casters, pyrokinetics like Stig and Alaria, and a few who shot force beams out of their eyes.

And now, before we were attacked, it was finally time to summon Dorp.

He appeared next to me in a proof of smoke.

“I’ll be quiet this time, I promise,” he whined.

“I’m sorry, it was my fault. It was an accident.” I winced. “What happened? Did you drown, or get caught in the engines, or – ”

“Something ate me,” Dorp said miserably.

“Something’ll probably eat you out here, too,” Stig said.

I glared at Stig. “Not helpful.”

“Sorry, boss.”

“By the Ab-b-byss,” Dorp chattered as he hugged his thin arms around his body, “why is it so c-c-cold?”

“We’re going to fight a bunch of frost elves,” I said, and pulled out an extra parka, pair of pants, and boots. Thank God for inventory bags, where things as big as a fur coat could get reduced down to nothing.

“Here, put these on,” I said to Dorp as I handed over the clothes.

“Oh, Master,” he whimpered, his beady little eyes filling with tears. “You do care.”

I winced again. It was hard to bear adoration from somebody you’d left hanging from a rope when the ship landed. “Don’t make a big deal about it, everybody’s got them. And don’t call me ‘master.’”

Dorp quickly stepped into his new clothes, which hung slackly off his thin frame. But he couldn’t have been more grateful.

“Thank you so much, boss – thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You’re welcome. Now, let’s not speak unless spoken to, all right? There’s a bunch of stuff out here that can kill us, so if you talk, you’re going to give away our position – and then I’m going to have to have Krug kill you until we need you next time. Don’t make me do that.”

“Okay,” Dorp said shakily, and stared up at the grey pirate.

For the first time since I’d known him, Dorp stayed silent for longer than ten minutes.

He might have remained quiet even longer, but ten minutes was about how long it took us to reach the first dire wolves.

“Halt,” Krug said as he raised his arm. The entire company of pirates halted.

“What is it?” I asked.

Krug pointed wordlessly out in front of us.

There they were, about 200 feet away – a pack of twelve. Almost twice as big as regular wolves, both in bulk and height. The alpha of the group’s head was level with my chest. They weren’t racing towards us – they were slowly fanning out, surrounding us. And they were relatively hardy, with 3000 hit points apiece.

By myself – even with Alaria and Stig helping – the wolves would have been a huge problem, maybe even causing us to wipe completely and sending me back to the village’s graveyard. But now I had 30 pirates with supernatural abilities on my side.

I moved quickly through the ranks of pirates, assigning teams of three to individual wolves. I also told them that as soon as they killed one, to join their crewmates’ assault on any surviving members of the pack.

Once everyone had their instructions, I ran back to the center with Alaria, Stig, and Dorp.

“Get ready,” I whispered to Dorp.

“This is so exciting, Master – it reminds me of that time when – ”

“And SHUT UP,” I hissed.

“O-kaaaay…”

The wolves had pulled within 50 feet, fangs bared and growling.

I didn’t wait for them to attack. “FIRE!”

A fusillade of fireballs, lightning, chunks of granite, sonic blasts, and force beams hurtled out across the icy plain.

As soon as the wolves got hit, they yelped in pain – and attacked.

I was already casting Doomsday as fast as I could while Alaria and Stig flung fireball after fireball. As soon as the wolves rushed forward, I yelled, “NOW!”

Dorp did his Professor X thing, and suddenly a large creature appeared in front of the pack. It looked like the wampa out of Empire Strikes Back – about 15 feet tall, with shaggy white hair, massive paws, and giant ram’s horns curling from the sides of its skull. When it roared, it sounded like a lion mixed with a foghorn.

The wolves immediately skidded to a halt and backed up, the hair on their necks bristling as they snarled.

Meanwhile, they were getting hit by a constant barrage of fireballs and electrical strikes. Mere seconds later, Doomsday started kicking in, and the first wolves fell to the ground. The demon pirates who had killed their targets switched to other wolves, and then those started falling like flies.

Sixty seconds after the first shot had been fired, it was over.

A string of ‘300 XPs’ floated up, 3600 points in all.

Awesome! Even though I’d probably only hit five or six wolves, I’d received experience points for all of them. I realized that even though I had no control over the pirates, I still accrued any experience points they received for killing an enemy. Freeing them might’ve been my smartest choice yet in leveling up, and I hadn’t even realized it at the time.

Getting to Level 13 was going to be a blast.

As I walked amongst the wolves’ bodies, snapping off their canine teeth to give to Mo back at the fishing village, I heard one of the demon pirates remark, “Well, that was easy.”

Krug scowled. “Don’t say things like that. You’re only inviting it to get worse.”

He was right. It got much worse, and very quickly.

Not only was it bitter cold, but it began to snow. First a light dusting of flakes, then swirling curtains of snow that dropped our visibility to less than 50 feet, making it impossible to see anything other than looming shapes in front of us.

And looming shapes were exactly what we got.

The first yeti crossed our path about a mile into our trek. It had evidently been lying in wait, buried in a snowbank, because it burst up out of nowhere and startled us with that foghorn roar.

After I finished the Hershey squirt in my pants (not really – but almost), I selected the yeti as a target.

50K hit points.

Shit.

Still, we’d just taken down wolves with a cumulative 36K in damage in less than a minute.

“Everybody focus on the one target!” I yelled. “FIRE!”

It was like fireworks exploding in the middle of a snowstorm. The torrent of white flakes lit up with fireballs, lightning, and the blue hue of my Soul Suck beam.

Shee let loose with a scream that slammed the yeti’s shoulder and sent it staggering backwards.

“Dorp – ”

“On it, boss!”

A row of tiny warriors appeared in front of us, decked out in rusted, battered plate armor and spiked helmets. What little I could see of their exposed skin was greenish-blue.

Ice goblins.

They were only about three feet tall, but they were fierce as hell, and rushed at the yeti with a guttural war cry.

The shaggy monster immediately began swiping its giant paws at them – but its claws passed right through them. The yeti seemed bewildered, but kept swatting away at the phantom ice goblins, ignoring me and the pirates.

Meanwhile, we were inflicting massive amounts of damage. Since we didn’t have to switch targets like the wolves, we wasted no time, and it was dead in less than a minute.

3000 XP.

This was going way better than I thought it would.

I picked up the loot from the creature – its giant horns snapped right off, getting me that much closer to Mo’s offer and Krug’s ten gold – and then we continued on our way.

“I was wrong about your little blue friend,” Krug said. “He’s actually quite useful.”

I was about to answer when Dorp jumped in.

“All I ever wanted to do,” my illusion demon said resentfully. “was tell you about the battle of Abaddon, and how we all owe my master our allegiance, and – ”

Krug grabbed his sword and looked over at Dorp threateningly.

Dorp shut up.

“The only question is, does his usefulness offset how annoying he is,” Krug grumbled.

“Not really,” Stig said.

Dorp hadn’t annoyed everyone, but others were unhappy for different reasons.

“Goddess, this is miserable,” Alaria said as she shivered in her coat.

“I don’t understand – I thought you could control your body temperature,” I said.

“It’s easy in heat. I thrive in heat. I just despise the cold.”

“Can’t you, like, just set yourself on fire or something and get warm that way?”

“For a while, maybe, but then I would end up torching the jacket,” she pointed out.

“Give me the jacket,” I said, motioning with my hand.

“But it’s so cute,” she pouted adorably.

“You’d rather be cold and look ‘cute’ than be warm?” I said in complete disbelief.

“You don’t understand. I never get to wear new outfits, and I like this one.”

I had to admit, human girls did exactly the same sort of thing all the time. I couldn’t count how many times I had driven by clubs at night in the wintertime, only to see women wearing tiny little black dresses as they shivered in the cold, waiting to get into clubs. I mean, it was Los Angeles, not New York – but still, they were standing half-naked in 50-degree weather.

Just one more mystery about womankind I couldn’t fathom.

“How are you doing, Stig?” I asked.

“C-c-c-cold, boss,” he whimpered.

He had on his own jacket, which made him look like a fur-lined Jawa trudging through snow instead of sand. I thought about what I could do to help him, and couldn’t come up with anything. It wasn’t like I was going to tuck him inside my own jacket.

Actually, I considered that for about half a second, until I thought of him getting over-excited and popping off a fireball while he was still inside my fur coat.

…naaah. Never mind.

But the snow had to be way harder on him than everybody else. The monkey-demon with the accordion had stayed on board, so Stig was by far the shortest member of the group, and he was usually half-buried in snow.

“Hey Krug,” I said, “would you mind carrying Stig on your shoulder?”

“Yes, I would,” the grey demon rumbled.

“Do it and I’ll knock 50 silver off of what you owe me for the provisions when we give the teeth and horns back to Mo.”

Krug considered for a second – then snatched Stig out of the snow by the hood of his jacket and deposited him on his mountain-like shoulder.

“Thanks, boss!” Stig whooped gratefully.

“What about me?!” Dorp whined. “I’m cold, too!”

I sighed. “Krug, will you do the same for Dorp for another fifty silver?”

“A hundred and fifty,” Krug demanded. “So two gold total.”

“Stig was only 50 silver!”

“But he’s annoying,” Krug said, pointing to Dorp.

I groaned. “Fine. Two gold.”

Krug snatched Dorp up and deposited him on his other shoulder.

“Aw, man,” Stig grumbled as he gave his riding companion some serious side-eye.

“Thank you, master!” Dorp cried. “You’re the best master in the whole wide – ”

“I should remind you,” I interrupted him, “that you’re sitting on the shoulder of the guy who’s going to kill you if you keep talking.”

Dorp went silent.

“That was quite generous of you,” Alaria said.

“Do you want me to get Krug to carry you, too?”

“No, I’d rather not be that close to the Annoying Demon Brigade.”

I grinned. “I’d carry you, but I think I’d only last twenty feet.”

“What if I hike up my jacket, take off my thong, and ride with my thighs clamped around your face?” she smirked. “Or better yet, we undo your pants, I circle your waist with my legs, and we walk around with you inside me?”

Suddenly things got a bit tighter in the crotch of my pants.

“I might be able to last more than twenty feet,” I said.

“Speaking of sex – ”

I groaned. I knew what was coming, and it wasn’t going to be me. “Not now, Alaria.”

“Why not? What else are you going to do for the next Goddess-knows-how-many miles of snow-covered hell?”

It’s not like I could use cunnilingus or sex to distract her this time. Despite my previous bravado, I was pretty sure I’d only make it two feet before toppling over. And I wasn’t kinky enough that I wanted the pirate crew to watch.

So instead I bit the bullet and hustled her ahead of the others so we could talk in private.

“Look, I just want it to be the two of us, that’s all,” I whispered.

“But why?”

“Because I love you, that’s why!”

“You can love me and still be with other women.”

“You don’t understand,” I grumbled, “because you’re a succubus.”

“Oh, I understand completely. You don’t want me to sleep with other men because you’re jealous and insecure and afraid of losing me.”

“I am not!” I raged.

“You could lose me just as easily to a woman,” Alaria pointed out.

“I don’t want you to sleep with other women, either!”

“But that doesn’t threaten you nearly as much, does it?”

I didn’t say anything.

“What are you worried is going to happen if I sleep with other men?” Alaria asked.

Out of nowhere, Shee appeared behind Alaria and mouthed, Anal.

I stared at the short, lemon-colored demon in horror.

“Just so you know, we can hear everything you two are saying,” Shee sneered, then dropped behind us once more.

“Jesus,” I said, glancing over my shoulder in mortification.

“The Mage who walks on water?” Alaria frowned. “What does he have to do with any of this?”

“Nothing. I just don’t want a bunch of strangers all up in our business.”

“They don’t care,” Alaria said dismissively. “Unless they’re succubi or incubi – which none of them are – they don’t even have genitals.”

“They don’t?” I asked in shock.

“No, they don’t. Take Stig, for example – he doesn’t have anything down there.”

“I thought he was the exception.”

“No, he’s the rule. Now, back to what I was saying – ”

“I’m done talking about this,” I growled.

“Why?”

“Because!”

“Because why?”

I snapped. “Because I don’t want to be the guy you just love, I want to be the guy who – ”

“Makes me come over and over again? Does things for me that no other man ever has, like go down on me? Congratulations, you win – you do all those things for me on a regular basis. Can you stop worrying about it now?”

“Yeah, but – ”

“The problem is, you want a monopoly on this,” she said pointing down to her parka-covered thighs. “Not because you care for me so much, but because you’re scared of losing me. That’s what this is really about.”

“So what if it is?” I snarled.

She sighed. “If I never have to choose between you and my freedom, then I can have some fun here and there, then come back to what’s most important to me: you. You can do the same. You can sleep with all the women you want and I’m not going to get jealous.”

“I don’t want anyone else!”

“Maybe not now, but what about the future? What happens when you meet a hot woman who’s totally infatuated with you? Are you going to deny yourself that pleasure just because you’re afraid of losing me? Do you really want to lock both of us up in the same prison?”

“I just want us to be happy together!”

“So do I – but I’m a succubus. I’ve never had any sort of feelings about anyone before, other than ‘Oh, that was fun.’ I did whatever and whoever I wanted – until I got enslaved, that is. Then I had to be at others’ beck and call, no matter how repulsive and vile they were. I did that for a long, long time. Now that I’m out, I don’t ever want to go back to that again, with or without a collar around my neck. I don’t want to be told to stop unless I want to stop – and right now, I don’t.”

“So you’re going to do whatever you want, and to hell with my feelings?” I asked angrily.

“So you want me to do whatever you want, and to hell with my feelings?” she asked, just as angrily.

I sighed in resignation. I was going to have to talk about his whether I wanted to or not.

“Look – you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I’m – I’m not.”

She gave a half smile. “You’re definitely not a woman, no.”

I scowled. “You know what I mean. You could have just about any good-looking, rich, famous guy you wanted. Why the hell would you ever choose me over them?”

“So what you’re really asking is, why the hell do I even want to be with you at all.”

OW.

I was silent for a long moment, then mumbled, “Yeah, something like that.”

“Because my heart is the most important thing, and my mind is the next. You should worry more about those two than what’s between my legs.”

“Alright, fine,” I grumbled. “Can we just stop talking about – ”

She stopped me and cradled my face in her hands tenderly. “Ian, I’m a succubus – a sex demoness. I’ve been with many, many men – ”

I winced. “Ugh – ”

“– and you are the only one I ever fell in love with.”

My eyes and her eyes bugged out at the same time as we both realized what she’d just said.

Her face grew panicked. “The only one I ever liked a lot!”

“So you do love me!” I crowed.

“I care for you deeply – CARE for you – ”

“Noooo, you just said you fell in LOVE with me!”

“I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS!” she shrieked, and went running off through the snow.

Huh. That ended the conversation pretty damn quick.

Next time she brought up having an open relationship, I was going to immediately use the L word again.

And not ‘lesbians.’

11

We fought our way through several more wolf packs and a dozen more yetis without incident. The nearest thing we came to a challenge was when three yetis attacked at the same time. We kept two at a standstill, though one reached the group and started sending pirates flying through the air. In the end we killed all three without losing a single demon, plus I reached Level 13. I didn’t pick up any new abilities, but my stats – Intellect, Stamina, Mana – all increased.

Having a raid party of 30-strong was definitely the way to do these adventures. Easy peasy.

And then we got to the ice goblins.

Seven or so miles from the village, a 200-foot-tall cliff of ice rose up from the plain. Like a smaller version of ‘the Wall’ in Game of Thrones, it stretched to the right and left as far as the eye could see.

At the end of the path was a dark cave mouth that sloped down into the belly of the glacier. I sent my All-Seeing Eye into the darkness to try to figure out what was down there. One benefit of the Eye was that it could see in pitch black – it’s just that the images looked ghostly green, like what you would see with a night vision scope.

There was nothing in the cave but large skeletons embedded in the ice. Probably yeti by the looks of their horns and skulls.

When the Eye gave out after 60 seconds, I had seen nothing but an endless cavern strewn with bones.

“Well, the good news is that I didn’t see any goblins,” I said.

“The better news is,” Alaria said as she stepped into the mouth of the cave, “the wind’s not blowing in here.”

It was true. The wind moaned as it blew past the mouth of the cave, but once the Eye had gotten deeper inside, there had been no sound whatsoever.

“Then I’m all for it,” Krug said, and motioned his crew to enter the cave. Stig and Dorp got down from his shoulders, and Stig darted ahead of us like an excited chimpanzee.

“Don’t get too far ahead,” I warned him. “I only saw 500 feet, so I don’t know what’s coming after that.”

Stig paused, then waited for the rest of us to catch up.

“This could be a great battle,” Dorp started to rhapsodize. “This could be like Abaddon all over again – ”

“Dorp?”

“Yes, boss?”

“See these bones everywhere?” I said as I pointed to the yeti spines and skulls jutting up from the ice.

“Yes, boss.”

“If you don’t stop talking, Krug’s going to turn you into one of those.”

Dorp gulped and nodded. “Okay…”

We continued in silence nearly a mile through the cave. The only things lighting our way were the fireballs that Alaria and others held in their hands. The ice sparkled around us with yellow and orange flames, and our warped reflections followed us like images in glittering funhouse mirrors.

As we walked along I tried breaking the horns off the yeti skeletons. More to trade with Mo, I reasoned.

Maybe it was the cold, or maybe it was the skeletons’ age, or maybe it was the game not wanting to reward me for something I hadn’t earned – but all of the horns cracked like eggshells under my fingers when I tried to pry them off.

The cave finally opened up into a much larger cavern. I held up one hand and the entire company of pirates halted.

I peered out at a vast underground hall. Ornately carved columns of ice appeared every twenty feet, apparently to support the cave ceiling above us. Hundreds of pillars stretched to the right, left, and in front of us before receding into darkness.

The only reason I could see anything at all was that there were skylights built into the ceiling. Dim light and snowflakes filtered down through the holes. Hundreds of mounds of snow lay heaped on the ground under the skylights, like piles of autumn leaves covered by the first winter storm.

I stood there, wondering how many hundreds of years it had taken the inhabitants to carve out an entire glacier. This was something worthy of a Great Hall of dwarves – except that all of it was created by goblins.

But where were they?             An eerie silence filled the chamber like no one had lived here for thousands of years.

As we walked through the hall, I sent my All-Seeing Eye weaving through the pillars of ice.

Nothing but more columns and piles of snow.

“I thought there were supposed to be goblins,” Krug whispered.

“Don’t say that,” Shee chided him with his own words from earlier. “You’re only inviting things to get worse.”

“Maybe they all died of cold,” Alaria suggested as she circled her arms around her fur-clad body.

“I wouldn’t count on it,” I muttered as we moved quietly through the gloom.

“Boss?” Stig asked.

“What?”

“Why is that snow moving?”

I looked at the nearest pile of snow and saw that, yes, it was beginning to sift away like sand running down a dune.

Behind the sifting white, two glowing red eyes peeked out from the darkness.

“They’re under the piles of snow!” I yelled, and immediately hurled Soul Suck at the creature.

It burst out of the pile, screeching and running right at me. It looked exactly like the phantoms Dorp had conjured from the minds of the yetis: three feet tall, bluish-green skin, and covered in spiked, rusted plate armor. The only difference was this one was real.

The goblin had almost reached me when every single demon in the company blasted it with their powers. It was basically vaporized within seconds, leaving behind only a jingle of silver coins hitting the ice floor.

There was no time to grab the loot, because virtually every other pile in the cavernous room shifted. Two or three goblins sprang out of each, all of them heading for us with a barbaric war cry.

They weren’t invulnerable – they were only 4000 hit points apiece, not much more than the dire wolves – but there were a lot of them.

“Hit them with everything you’ve got!” I screamed as I started casting Doomsday.

Unfortunately, we had let our ranks spread out as we walked through the cavern. Now we were cut off from each other and surrounded.

A pitched battle began: demons versus heavily armored goblins. It did not go well for my side. Not that we were getting slaughtered, exactly – but for every three or four goblins that the pirates took down, we were losing a crewmember. I would immediately summon the demon back, but they only had half their hit points, which made them easy targets for another fast death.

The good part was that a flurry of numbers kept shimmering in the air as the goblins bit the dust: 350 XP, 350 XP, 350 XP.

That was the only good part.

And then things got worse.

The floor began to groan and pop as spiderweb cracks spiraled outwards beneath our feet. I thought for a second that maybe the floor was going to shatter, and we were all going to wind up plunging into some ice-cold underground lake.

It wasn’t that bad… but almost.

Massive, blocky figures made of ice separated from the surrounding floor, leaving grave-like pits in their wake. Once they stood up, they were as tall as Krug, and towered above the rest of us.

Ice golems. Living ice statues.

They weren’t nearly as numerous or fast as the goblins, but they were far more powerful. One got into a fistfight with Krug and slammed him to the ground with one punch. I kept having to replenish the grey demon’s hit points because of the damage he was taking.

Between all the Self-Sacrifice spells to keep the others alive, and the occasional re-summoning of a dead crew member, I was getting quickly depleted of mana. If it dropped to zero, we were going to be absolutely screwed.

“Form a circle – fire throwers on the outside, everybody else on the inside!” I yelled.

The crack of Alaria’s fire whip reverberated through the cavernous halls, as did Shee’s sonic attack. One of her sound waves could blast a golem’s arm into ice cubes, or send goblins flying like bowling pins.

Shee was definitely our most valuable asset – at least until Dorp joined the battle.

Suddenly fire sprang up all around us, racing across the ice floor and enveloping the golems.

The goblins screamed and began running away. The ice golems panicked and tried to brush the fire off their icy hides, sometimes striking themselves so hard that they ended up breaking off a hand.

Strangely, though, I felt no heat from the flames.

“What the hell?” I asked, then turned around and saw my answer.

Dorp’s eyes were squinting in concentration as two fingers touched his temple.

I laughed out loud.

Attaboy, Dorp!

The most annoying member of our group had turned the tide of battle. Now we had an opening – and we had to make the most of it.

“Everybody run for it!” I yelled.

Our beleaguered crew sprinted through the columns towards the opposite end of the hall. Dorp even sent a sheet of fire out in front of us, scattering the goblins in our path.

Then a screeching voice echoed through the cavern.

“It’s an illusion, you fools! There is no fire! Attack them!”

The goblins poured in from all sides again – tentative at first, then more confident when they saw they weren’t going to burn to death. They took massive casualties as they attacked us, but they slowed us down enough that the ice golems caught up.

Then the fight became truly brutal. No matter how hard we fought back, the pirates were getting flattened left and right.

An ice golem grabbed hold of Krug’s leg and swung him around like a baseball bat right into one of the ice columns.

BAM!

The pillar cracked from floor to ceiling, though it remained intact.

I noticed something interesting: every goblin near that pillar looked at it in fear before running away. Almost as though they were frightened of something happening to it…

We were down to just 16 pirates, plus me, Alaria, Stig and Dorp. Our hit points were far too low. We kept getting hit by too many goblins, and the ice golems took forever to take down.

My own hit points were at 50% because of all the Self-Sacrifice spells I kept casting, which drained away my Health. The main problem, though, was my mana, which was at a measly 25%. Another twenty or so Self-Sacrifice spells and it would be entirely depleted.

Which meant we were all going to be dead in less than two minutes.

But when I saw that column crack and the goblins scatter, I got an idea.

“Attack the columns!” I yelled. “Ignore the goblins and the golems, and destroy the columns of ice holding up the ceiling!”

The remaining pirates looked at Krug for confirmation. He seemed doubtful – but Alaria and Stig leapt right in and blasted fireballs at the already cracked column, and I hit it with a couple of Darkbolts. Within seconds it blew up, strewing jagged rubble across the floor.

Above us, a few small cracks appeared in the ceiling. The ice golems ignored them, but the goblins immediately gave the area a wide berth.

I was guessing this hall sat underneath several thousand tons of ice. Maybe even several million. If we could take down enough supports, we might be able to destroy most of the hall and the entire goblin cohort along with it, making our trip back a whole lot easier. If nothing else, at least we could crush some ice golems.

It might have been suicide, but at least we could go out like Samson and take a few bastards with us.

“Next column! That one!” I yelled and pointed.

This time the remaining members of the pirate crew joined in. Sonic blasts, fireballs, electrical strikes, force beams – within 10 seconds, the next column was toast, too.

Cracks on the ceiling began to splinter outwards from the first to the second pillar – or rather, where they had been.

“Next column!” I shouted.

Before we even destroyed the third pillar, the goblins stopped attacking and fled, leaving only the golems to bludgeon us to death.

We were down to eight pirates, plus me, Alaria, Stig, and Dorp. Now it was just a race to see how much damage we could inflict before we died.

“STOP!” the screechy voice bellowed. “What madness is this, to destroy the thing you seek to conquer?!”

Ah – now we were getting somewhere.

“We’re not here for you!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the cavern for you, for you, for you. “We’re here to fight the frost elves!”

frost elves frost elves frost elves

I still kept throwing my Darkbolts at the fourth column, and the pirates kept up their attack.

There was a second’s pause as all the goblins looked around at each other in shock – and then the screechy voice screamed, “Stop your attack and I will stop mine!”

“Everybody, stop what you’re doing!” I yelled.

As the echoes from my voice faded, silence descended on the entire cavern – except for the occasional pop and crack of the ceiling above us.

Then there was the clank… clank… clank of metal boots on ice.

The goblin army parted, and a single figure stepped forward from the shadows. He wore the best-preserved suit of armor I’d seen so far, along with a circlet of knives fashioned into a crown on his helmet.

The goblin king stopped about 20 feet away from us and raised the shield on his helmet. Beneath it was the ugly, warty face of a goblin – except his skin was more blue than green, and his eyes glowed red.

“You really seek to enter the Kingdom of the Frost Elves?” he asked, his voice lower and more reasonable when he wasn’t screaming.

“We do,” I said. “We have no interest in fighting you – we’re only passing through.”

The scaly eyelids squinted at me, and the goblin shook his head. “You are a greater fool than I thought, then.”

“Why’s that?”

“You were not doing so well against my forces, and you want to face down the frost elves? Oh, I’ll admit, you were inflicting casualties – but another five minutes and you would have all been dead.”

Actually, he was being generous with the ‘five minutes’ part.

The goblin king looked up at the ceiling’s web of cracks, then glared at me again. “Of course, you would have liked to have taken all of us along with you, wouldn’t you?”

“That was the plan.”

“Why throw away your lives?”

“I’m a warlock and these are my demons. I’ll resurrect in the nearest graveyard no matter how many times you kill me, and then I’ll summon them again – so you might as well let us pass in peace, or we’ll all be back very soon.”

The goblin king spat on the ground. “Warlocks. You and Saykir are two of a kind.”

“You know Saykir?”

“Do I know Saykir,” the goblin king repeated, then laughed bitterly. “Decades ago, ice goblins ruled all the Northern Wastes. Then Saykir came and slaughtered us. Now only a fraction of our empire remains.”

“Well, maybe I can solve the problem for you,” I said. “Let us through – both on the way there, and the way back – and I promise you we won’t do anything else to harm your people.”

The goblin king stood there for a long moment, then smiled nastily.

“I suppose I win either way. Either you take care of Saykir, or he takes care of you. Either way, I don’t have to expend any more effort on killing you.” The goblin king paused, then nodded. “You may pass unmolested.”

Sometimes diplomacy works.

Although I wonder if it’s still diplomacy if the other person thinks you’re going to die.

“You have my thanks,” I said, allowing myself the tiniest bit of sarcasm.

“Kill Saykir for me, or die yourselves and never come back,” the goblin king retorted. “That will be thanks enough.”

12

The goblin king was as good as his word. He and his men escorted us through the cavern, past ornate sculptures and homes carved into the glacier. We emerged from a pair of giant iron doors onto gently sloping steps carved from the ice.

Twilight had fallen. It was no longer snowing, and the wind was still. There were only a few clouds, and the moon had just risen over the horizon in the purplish-blue sky.

“I need time to resurrect my crew here,” I said as we paused on the steps.

“Take all the time you want,” the goblin king replied sourly. “We’ll be repairing the damage you inflicted on our home.”

I wanted to say, Probably shouldn’t have tried to kill us then, but I decided it would be better not to burn any bridges. We would have to return through the hall again when we defeated Saykir, and I really didn’t want to face down those ice golems again unless absolutely necessary.

“My apologies,” I said. “I hope the damage wasn’t too severe.”

I guess my apologies weren’t good enough, because the goblin king spat again in disgust. “May you and Saykir kill each other.”

Then he turned around and walked back into the hall with his hundreds of remaining goblins.

The doors swung inwards and closed with a reverberating BOOM-OOM-oom-oom.

“Hrm,” Krug grunted.

“What?” I asked.

“If anyone talked to me like that, I’d kill him.”

I scowled, irritated at having my manhood questioned. “We need to stay on his good side for when we go back to the ship.”

Krug shrugged. “Still would have killed him.”

“Maybe you should have, then,” I snapped, “back when his ice golems were kicking your ass.”

Krug glowered at me, and his grip tightened around the grip of his cutlass.

Dumb, Ian, DUMB. The demon had just been talking about killing people who mouthed off to him.

Also, not very smart to play nice with an asshole and then go and insult an ally.

“Look,” I said, forcing myself to calm down, “I’m here for Saykir, not the goblin king. We walked away unscathed. That’s a win in my book.”

“Just don’t expect it to happen again,” Alaria warned me. “Saykir won’t be so merciful.”

I would have hardly called the goblin king ‘merciful.’ More like ‘realistic,’ since we were about to cave in his home.

Still, point taken.

Krug just grunted and walked off.

As he and the remaining pirates talked amongst themselves, I took Alaria’s arm and led her away from the others. “Is there anything I should know about Saykir that will help us defeat him?”

She considered for a second, then shook her head. “Not really.”

I thought of the pirate queen and the… ahem, ‘interesting’ way Alaria had tried to dispatch her.

Most people come into the world via vagina, but very few go out that way.

“You obviously had a plan to kill Tarka,” I said. “Do you have a plan for Saykir?”

“No.”

I stared at her. “No?!”

“No,” she said, like I was crazy to keep asking.

“So we tromped all the way out here in the middle of nowhere just to get our asses handed to us?! Why’d we go after him if you have no idea how to beat him?!”

“He was one of the few ex-masters whose location I knew for certain, and the only one I know of that we absolutely needed an airship to get to.”

“Great,” I muttered.

“Don’t worry – we improvised on the first two and they turned out fine.”

“I don’t know if that should be our game plan every time,” I griped.

She kissed me on the cheek. “Don’t worry, something always comes up,” she said, then grabbed my crotch. “Just like this.”

Then she winked and walked off.

“Ha ha,” I said sarcastically, then started the process of resurrecting the crew.

They were all alive again within ten minutes, but we had to rest and let everyone’s hit points creep back up to full. Not only that, but my mana definitely had to recharge.

While we waited, I looked around the plains in front of us. We might have been on top of a glacier, but there were even more mountains and cliffs ahead of us.

I walked down the steps and into the freshly fallen snow in front of the gates, and immediately sank down into two feet of fresh powder.

A lot of snow had probably piled up on those mountains in the distance…

“Hey Shee,” I called.

Lemon-colored Quasimodo came over. “What?”

“If you ever hear me yell, ‘Hit it,’ I want you to aim a sonic blast wherever I’m pointing, okay?”

Shee frowned. “Why?”

“I’m thinking we might could use an avalanche to our advantage when we battle Saykir.”

Shee made a Hm, that might just work face. “Alright – I’ll watch for your signal.”

When everyone’s Health had recovered and my mana was back up to full, we started off.

Stig could barely see over the top of the snow, so Krug let him sit on his shoulder again. Dorp was the unofficial hero of the Battle of the Ice Goblins – and had somehow managed not to piss everyone off since then – so he got a ride as well.

We picked our way through canyons of ice with cliffs towering a hundred feet above us. The walls glittered around us in the yellow light cast by Alaria’s and the other demons’ fire, which they held in the palms of their hands like torches.

As we trudged along, I kept summoning the All-Seeing Eye to go ahead of us and explore. The spell only lasted 60 seconds, so I sent it out as far as I could. Once it expired, I would have to wait three minutes before I cast it again, during which time we were sort of walking blindly into the unknown.

However, we were also walking slowly into the unknown, through a great deal of snow, and I was reasonably sure there was nothing out there that would attack us for at least the next thousand feet.

We had come to a wide portion of the canyon, at least 300 feet between the towering cliffs on either side, when I sent the Eye out again. As it rounded a curve, my heart stopped in my chest.

Hundreds of glowing white eyes were staring at me from out of the darkness.

The pirates and I were still 600 feet away, but I ‘saw’ what the Eye saw like it was right in front of me – and I nearly crapped my pants.

I yelped in fright and stepped back. “Stop – everybody stop,” I hissed.

The pirates all came to a halt.

“What is it?” Alaria whispered.

“I found them.”

A man’s voice spoke out from far above us: “Or perhaps they have found you.”

Everybody else in our group raised their heads towards the sky; me, I sent the Eye zooming up to find the source.

It was frost elves, all right. Three of them stood on top of the nearest 50-foot-cliff, illuminated by the moon, all of them wearing dark robes trimmed with fur.

The one in the center was a male about six feet tall. He sported the features common to all elves – pointed ears, slender build, thin face – along with the glowing white eyes that were common to most elven tribes in OtherWorld. But his skin was blue. It was hard to tell the exact hue in the dark, but it was definitely blue.

I was guessing this was Saykir.

As the Eye got closer, I could make out the details of his face. His expression was cruel and haughty, like some ancient Roman emperor accustomed to unchecked power.

He also had white hair, long and straight, spilling down his back. For a second I thought the color of his hair meant he was extremely old – but then I realized his two companions had white hair, too. They were both female, with skin tones close to the man’s – but they were very different from each other.

The female to Saykir’s right had a soft, pretty face with full lips and a gentle expression. Her silver headdress glimmered in the moonlight, and she radiated calm and benevolence.

The other woman looked even more pissed off than Saykir. She had hollow cheeks, a sharp nose, and a disapproving mouth with thin, pursed lips – but that was all I could see of her face. She wore a black hood over her head, and the only thing visible in the shadows were her glowing eyes. I only thought she was a woman because of the rounded slope of her chest beneath her robes. In her right hand she clutched a wooden staff with a small, opalescent orb set into a housing at the top.

I was guessing the kind woman was a priestess and the mean one was a mage – all topped off by an extremely powerful warlock.

Great.

“Are you finished with your magical telescope, little apprentice?” Saykir called out. “Have you had your fill of looking at our faces?”

That startled me. The Eye was invisible to everyone else – but this guy apparently knew it was there.

And then he reached out, grabbed it between his fingers, and crushed it like an eggshell.

There was a pop! and a burst of light, and my own vision abruptly returned. I saw the pirates around me rather than the three frost elves above.

Suddenly I felt very, very afraid.

“Alaria,” Saykir purred. “The wayward daughter finally returns home. Why now, I wonder?”

His voice reminded me of Salieri’s in that old movie Amadeus – aristocratic, intelligent, subtly mocking. You might think he was pleasant on the surface, but there was a subtle undercurrent of malice.

“Just wanted to pay a visit,” she said in a loud, cheerful voice.

“How nice. Too bad you came all this way for nothing, since you are not welcome.”

“I spent months here as your slave, Saykir. Can’t you show me enough hospitality to greet me as a free woman?”

“I might, if I didn’t think you would treat me the same way you did poor Jastoth and Odeon.”

Shit.

He knew about her former masters.

“To say nothing of Malfurik,” Saykir continued. “You didn’t even have a quarrel with him, and you upended all of Abaddon.”

Dorp started to speak –

“Not the time,” I hissed, and he fell silent.

Saykir shook his head. “No, I see how you treat people who open their homes to you as a guest.”

“You’re not a guest when they put a chain around your neck,” Alaria snapped. “Which Malfurik did.”

“True… but I am not Malfurik. And to prove it, I will you give you a gift: your lives. Turn around and go back the way you came, never return, and we will forget all about the past.”

“I don’t think so. I’m never going to forget the past.”

“Then you will die here in the present,” Saykir said with fake sadness. “A creature of fire, buried in the icy wastes. Destroy – ”

Before he could get out the next word, though, I whispered “Hit it!” at Shee and pointed.

The yellow demon let loose a sonic scream right at the cliff where Saykir and his two companions were standing.

I was anticipating a fantastic first blow – the cliff blasting apart into chunks of ice as the warlock fell to his death, or at least a 50% drop in hit points –

Except that the sonic blast hit some sort of invisible barrier.

At the second of impact, I saw an amber-hued sphere covering the entirety of the cliff and the figures standing on it. Once the sound waves dissipated, the barrier became invisible again.

Dammit – the Mage.

A powerful one, too, to throw up such a huge shield.

We were totally screwed.

“That was… inadvisable,” Saykir said. Then his voice turned angry. “My children – ATTACK!”

There was a roar all around us, and several hundred warriors spilled out of the surrounding canyons. Half carried spears with wickedly sharp points, and the rest sported swords and shields.

“Okay,” I said to Shee as I pointed at the approaching ranks, “let’s try that again.”

Just like with the goblins in the hall of ice, Shee’s sonic scream sent dozens of elves tumbling through the air.

“Attack!” I yelled, and the demons leapt into battle.

Fireballs flew through the canyon and lit up the glittering ice around us. Electrical bolts, granite strikes, force beams, Darkbolts – we took out elf after elf, but there were too many of them. They descended on us like a wave.

As they got closer, I realized something with shock:

They were all women. Every single one of them.

Either that, or elf dudes had surprisingly full lips, dainty faces, and suspicious mounds under their leather-armored chests.

The fighting descended into hand-to-hand combat, with swords and spears clashing and ringing throughout the canyon walls.

The elves were formidable fighters – but, unlike the goblins, they didn’t have the ice golems to back them up. And their leather armor, while it made them faster and more agile, didn’t give them nearly the protection of the goblins’ plate armor.

My pirates were holding their own, striking down elf after elf – but every time a female warrior fell, the priestess on top of the ridge would send swirls of golden energy down into her body, bringing her back up to full Health within seconds. More than a couple elves actually died – and were immediately resurrected in shimmering clouds of light.

This was not good.

I could Soul Suck and Doomsday as much as I wanted, but if the lady up on the cliff was going to keep healing everybody, there was no way we could make any progress.

Alaria was flinging fireballs with one hand and cracking her whip with the other, and Stig was doing his part, but all to no avail.

Time to break out our secret weapon.

“Dorp,” I yelled through the clanging of blades, “what’s with the hold-up?”

“I can’t get inside Saykir’s mind, boss,” Dorp said, sounding shocked beyond belief. “I can’t see what he’s afraid of.”

Dammit, that made sense. Saykir was a Level 70 warlock, so he knew every trick I could throw at him. He probably had countermeasures in place against Jedi mind tricks.

This guy wasn’t Jastoth, who had renounced being a warlock, or Odeon, who had fled as soon as we attacked him. This bastard was the real deal.

But his soldiers weren’t warlocks, and I doubted he could protect them all.

“Then reach into the warriors’ minds and pull out whatever they’re afraid of!” I yelled.

Dorp nodded and turned his attention to the attacking hordes of blue hotties.

Suddenly inky black holes appeared in the ice all around us. For a second I thought that was all they were, just holes the warriors might fall into – and then I realized they were portals.

Because something came out of them.

Tentacles. Dozens of squid-like appendages of slimy black flesh, 20 feet long and thick as small tree trunks. They spilled out of the portals, flailing through the air and across the snow, grasping for anything within reach.

Some had claw-like digits on the edges of their arms. Some had suckers with gnashing teeth inside the rings. Others had additional tendrils sprouting out of the tentacles, and tinier ones out of those, like some biological, fractal nightmare.

The sight of them affected the elves immediately. They all shrieked and fell back – and strangely enough, they all lifted their eyes up to the cliff.

Saykir laughed. “An illusion demon. How droll.”

Then he turned his attention to his soldiers.

“Everything you see is not real, children. It is an illusion cast by the little apprentice’s minion – but now I shall show him the real thing.”

Another black portal opened up inches away from my feet. I staggered backwards as slimy black tentacles came flailing out and began grasping for anything within reach.

I wasn’t sure if this was real or an illusion – and then the tentacles grabbed one of the pirates.

The demon screamed and clawed fruitlessly at the ice as the tentacle dragged him along by his foot.

I hit the tentacle with Soul Suck, but it had next to no effect – and the pirate had almost reached the edge of the black portal.

At the last second, Krug stepped up and slashed through the tentacle with his cutlass, sending green blood spurting across the snow. He grabbed the demon pirate and threw him behind him, then slashed at the other tentacles writhing through the air.

I looked over at the elven warriors, who had all retreated fifty feet away. I was expecting them to attack – after all, now they had backup even crazier than the goblins’ ice golems.

But none of them did. They all had a look of terror on their faces, and not one of them moved a muscle.

“Look at what you made me do,” Saykir called out with mock sadness, as though he had been forced into this with a gun at his head. “I have not called on the Old Gods for years, Alaria. I am far kinder now than you once knew me to be – but not when an assassin comes knocking at my door. Your arrival is a reminder that sometimes the Old Ways… are the best ways.”

Another portal opened up to my left, and more tentacles spilled out.

Then I realized what was happening:

Saykir was trying to cut me off from the rest of the group.

I started to run around the edge of the black pit, keeping out of reach of the tentacles –

“Keep him there, my children,” Saykir called out.

Ten spears thudded into the ice in front of me, forcing me back.

Another portal opened up, this time in the midst of the pirates. An orange, lanky demon screamed as tentacles grabbed hold of him and dragged him down into the black void.

Alright, not a problem. I just opened up my sub-menu of demons and scrolled to the orange faces –

But the lanky pirate’s icon was greyed out.

Unselectable.

I stared in confusion – and then realized in horror what it meant.

I looked over at my friends as another portal opened near them. More black tentacles burst out and flailed around blindly for whatever they could grab.

Alaria was the closest to them.

“GET BACK!” I screamed at her. “IF THEY KILL YOU, I CAN’T SUMMON YOU! GET AWAY FROM THEM!”

She looked at me in alarm, then stumbled backwards from the abyss and its writhing terrors.

Saykir wasn’t summoning these things all at once. He was managing only one every ten seconds or so, which meant he probably had a cooldown.

But if he kept summoning them at ten-second intervals, my entire group would soon be gone.

Forever.

I knew I would get out of the game if the tentacles got me – but I had no assurances I would ever see Alaria or Stig again if the tentacles got them.

So I made the only choice I could.

“KRUG!” I shouted. “TAKE ALARIA AND THE REST OF THE CREW AND GET BACK TO THE SHIP!”

The captain looked at me, and our eyes met. Then he nodded somberly, grabbed Alaria around her waist, and lifted her up into the air.

“No!” Alaria screamed, kicking and screaming in panic. “What are you doing?! Let me go – he’s in danger!”

“STIG, GO WITH THEM! PROTECT ALARIA!”

Stig looked at me in shock, unsure what the hell I was playing at.

Another black portal appeared behind him and Krug, and tentacles spilled out across the snow.

Saykir was trying to cut them off from retreat. They still had plenty of room to maneuver and run around it – if they left now.

“SHEE!” I roared, and pointed into the air. “HIT IT!”

The little yellow demon didn’t hesitate, and shot a blast of sound out of her mouth.

Not at Saykir, or the cliff beneath him, or his warriors –

But at the canyon wall to my right, the one across from Saykir – and the one most precariously laden with snow.

Shee’s sonic attack blasted the top of the cliff into foot-long shards of ice.

One second later, snow began moving like a mudslide down the mountain, then plummeted off the cliff. Thousands of tons of snow and ice spilled out into the canyon, rushing across the ground like a white tsunami, covering several of the portals –

And cutting me off from the others.

The pirates ran in fear as the snow crashed down behind them.

Krug hauled Alaria away with his arm around her waist, even though she was screaming and throwing fireballs at him. He never let go, though, as he raced back through the canyon towards the goblins’ hall.

Before he was completely cut off from view, I saw Stig give me one last mournful glance, like a dog watching its master die – and then he followed my last request and scampered off after Krug and Alaria.

I was afraid Saykir might try to open up more portals in my escaping friends’ path. The cooldown for my All-Seeing Eye was done, so I sent another one up into the air – but this time safely out of Saykir’s reach. Not that he couldn’t zap it with a spell, but at least he wouldn’t be able to crush it between his fingers.

The warlock just watched the pirates’ retreat with an expression of smug satisfaction.

“Master, shall I – ” the Mage began.

Saykir raised one hand to silence her.

“Let them go. They’re no further threat to us.” Then he called down to his warriors in the canyon. “Bring the human to me. I want to meet the fool who thought he could intrude upon my realm.”

Then he looked directly at the Eye – and therefore directly into my soul.

A chill ran down my spine.

“Don’t try to fight back, little apprentice. If you do, I promise it will go most unpleasantly for you… and I might have to send something absolutely horrifying after your friends.”

I let the Eye lapse and stood there, gritting my teeth, as the female warriors surrounded me. Strangely enough, they regarded me not with anger and hatred, but curiosity. And maybe even something approaching respect.

They marched me back into the canyon, up a small ravine, to the cliff where Saykir stood with his two female servants.

Then the soldiers shoved me to my knees in front of him.

I noticed they were a lot rougher with me in front of their boss.

Saykir looked at me disdainfully. “So you are Alaria’s current master.”

“I’m not her master. I freed her.”

“Then you’re even more stupid than you look. And I already thought you a monumental fool, allowing her to drag you along on these pointless crusades.”

I smirked. “Jastoth and Odeon didn’t find them so pointless.”

“You will find, my little apprentice, that I am not Jastoth or Odeon. Although I must admit, that was a stirring development right there at the end, sacrificing yourself to ensure the safety of your comrades. So selfless… so noble… I wonder, would they have done the same for you?”

I glared at him. He had a way of slowly needling you and working his way under your skin, I’d give him that.

“All that matters is it was my choice – and I made it.”

“Yes… and you will find very soon that choices have consequences.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said flippantly. “So, is this the part where you enslave me?”

Saykir put a single finger to his lips as though he were thinking. Then he smiled.

“No – I have something far better in mind.”

13

I didn’t realize that ‘something far better’ was going to include tea in a palace.

I sat in a rigid chair carved from ice, with sumptuous furs laid over the top of it that made it as comfortable as a plush recliner.

Saykir sat across from me in a similar chair. He had taken off his heavy snow furs and now wore only thin, silky grey robes embroidered with gold thread. He was sipping from a delicate china cup – or whatever passed for china in OtherWorld – and stuck out his pinky as he did it.

“You really must try the pastries,” he said, pointing to the silver platter of delicacies on the table between us. “They’re exquisite.”

Fifty feet behind him, the mage and the priestess stood watch. We were all on a balcony hundreds of feet in the air, looking out over the frozen plains of the Northern Barrens.

Apparently the mage had cast another force field around the balcony, which was keeping out any howling winds that might disturb our teatime. White flakes batted against the invisible barrier, giving the impression that we were sitting inside a giant snow globe.

Having nothing better to do, I raised my teacup to my lips – then stopped and squinted at Saykir.

I lowered the cup without drinking from it.

He chuckled. “My, so suspicious.”

“Yeah, well… I’ve heard some things about you.”

“What, from Alaria?”

“No. The ice goblins.”

Saykir gestured dismissively. “The opinions of my neighbors to the south are greatly exaggerated. You will find I am not the person they have told you about.”

“Their king said you killed almost all of them.”

“That was decades ago,” Saykir said, as though we were talking about a high school prank.

“Then I’d say that pretty much makes you exactly the kind of person he told me about.”

Saykir sighed, as though he found the entire conversation tedious. “I did it for a purpose. A single, excessive display of power tends to dissuade future aggressions. And I left that old fool alive to grumble and complain, didn’t I? I could have wiped them all out – but I didn’t.”

I sat there in shock, not quite believing what I was hearing.

I wondered if Stalin ever sat around and patted himself on the back for merely killing tens of millions instead of hundreds of millions of people.

When I still didn’t drink the tea, Saykir groaned theatrically. “If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t do it with poison.”

“There are other things besides killing someone.”

“Such as?”

“Mind control.”

He scoffed. “If I wanted to control your mind, I wouldn’t do it with anything so crude as a potion.”

“Oh yeah? What, then?”

He smirked like he had all the answers. “The truth.”

It was all I could do to keep from rolling my eyes. “Oh, really.”

“For men of intellect, the truth removes the blinders from our eyes. That is always the best corrective, I find.”

“Is that what I am now? A ‘man of intellect’? A little while ago you were calling me a fool.”

“Wise men become wise by making many mistakes. So were we all fools in the beginning.”

“Uh-huh. And what ‘truths’ are you going to lay on me?” I asked sarcastically.

“Anything you want to know. Ask away.”

“Okay – why haven’t you killed me?”

“Why would I kill you?”

“We tried to kill you.”

“Alaria tried to kill me. You she merely seduced into coming along for the ride.”

Ouch.

“I’m still your enemy,” I said.

“Enemies are only allies who have not yet been converted to your cause.”

Jesus – these fortune cookie aphorisms…

“So there’s a ‘cause’ now, huh.”

“Oh yes. We each have our own, and I have mine.”

“Which is what?”

“A separate kingdom for me and mine, far away from the encroaching masses. A place where I reign supreme and make my own destiny day by day. Nothing more.”

“Are they part of the ‘me and mine’?” I asked, gesturing towards the two women.

“Eluun and Varisa? Yes, they are.”

“Are they your bodyguards?”

Saykir laughed. “I hardly need a bodyguard for the likes of you. No, Varisa has certain talents which prove useful…”

He gestured towards the snow-globe-like barrier surrounding the balcony.

“…like keeping out the cold. And Eluun is the high priestess of our religion here in the Kingdom of Frost. They’re both trusted advisers.”

“So you’re not afraid I’m going to try to kill you.”

“You attempted before with your friends, and you failed. Now you’re by yourself, seated across from a warlock who outstrips you in power by many orders of magnitude. In the time it would take you to cast three spells, I could end your life.”

He was probably right about that.

“Not that I would, since you would just resurrect in the nearest graveyard,” he said as he took another sip of tea. “Terribly annoying.”

Damn it.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“So I’m basically, what – insignificant?” I asked sardonically.

“Let’s not put it that way. A better word would be…”

Saykir looked up at the air, as though searching for the right word.

“…inferior.”

“Great.”

“Inadequate,” he mused.

“Thanks.”

“Pathetic.”

“I get the picture,” I snapped.

He smiled again, like he had all the answers in the universe. “Are these really the most interesting questions you can think to ask me?”

Instead of giving a snappy reply, I actually sat there for a minute and thought about what I wanted to know.

“How does this warlock thing work?” I finally asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I summon a demon, then I put a collar on it, and it’s bound to my will.”

“Correct.”

“Where does the demon come from?”

“Generally speaking, from one of the Seven Hells. Specifically, it could come from any of a million places therein. It’s like asking where a human comes from. Your kind is spread out over a thousand lands, so there’s no way to know unless the human – or demon, in this case – tells you.”

“So basically, I’m plucking a demon from wherever it was, just living its life, and enslaving it?”

“Well, it appears you’re no longer enslaving them,” Saykir said drily. “But yes.”

“And when it dies in this world, does it go back to its old life?”

“No. It enters a sort of limbo until you summon it again.”

“What’s it like?” I asked. “Limbo, I mean.”

“Dark. Formless. A void of chaos, the space between life and death.”

I winced as I thought about the orange demon that had been swallowed up by the tentacles. “Those tentacles you summoned… did those come from limbo?”

Saykir’s face became blank and emotionless. “No. Those came from somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“The Ung’aroth. The mystic plane of the Old Gods.”

“Old Gods?”

“Yes.”

Shit, this was sounding kind of Lovecraftian. That was what the tentacles had looked like, anyway.

“That’s the kind of demon you summon? Old Gods?”

“I used to. I try not to anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Partly because I have no need. But partly because the more you summon them, the more they take from you. Just a tiny piece, but… there is a cost to summoning them that does not apply to conventional demons.”

I made a face. “Do all warlocks end up having to summon these Old Gods?”

“No. As you ascend through the ranks, there are different schools which have their own philosophies. You will make a choice which branch you devote yourself to. But you are far from that day, trust me.”

“Why don’t you just cut them loose? You gave up Alaria.”

“Yes… but an occasional appearance by the Old Ones can be very persuasive,” he said with a chilling smile.

I frowned and moved on. “What happens when a master gives a demon up?”

“It waits in limbo for its next master.”

“Why would a master give up a demon? Not free it – I mean get rid of it.”

“Many reasons. Some masters grow tired of them. They do grow tiresome, I can assure you. In other cases, once you move on to a higher level and can summon more powerful demons, why retain the weaklings? It would be like keeping a pea shooter when you have moved on to the longbow.”

“How do you ‘give up’ a demon?”

“After six months of waiting in limbo without being summoned, the master’s hold on the demon is released. The first warlock who latches on to it with a collaring spell becomes the new master.”

Jesus. I couldn’t even imagine that – hanging out in a dark and formless void of nothing for six months…

“So can a demon ever go back to its old life?”

“I suppose – if it’s freed, and if it wishes to journey back to where it came from.”

“Why doesn’t it just go back there automatically when it’s freed?”

“Because that is the nature of the spell you cast when you enslave it. It’s a one-way street. The demon can never be magically transported back to its point of origin – well, at least, it does not happen naturally. They would need some sort of portal spell to return.”

“What percentage of the demon population gets enslaved? Is it 90%, 80% – ”

“Perhaps 20% at most.”

I stared at him in shock. “What?! Why do the same ones keep getting enslaved? Why not just enslave every demon once, and then they get to go free once they’re released?”

“Because once an enslavement spell has been cast, it is easier for other similar spells to take hold. In short, the demon is easier to enslave again. Magic is like water – left to its own devices, it will take the path of least resistance. Like a river cuts a channel through the earth, carving a path for rainfall after the river is long gone, so will magic find those that have already been touched by it.”

“So you’re saying once a demon has been made a victim, it’s easier for it to be victimized again?”

“I would say instead that once a beast has been subjugated, it is easier for another master to bend it to the plow.”

“These aren’t beasts we’re talking about,” I said, incensed.

Saykir smiled patronizingly. “Aren’t they?”

“They’re thinking, intelligent beings.”

“And as such, they make good servants.” Then he muttered under his breath, “Usually.”

“If that’s what you think of demons, what do you think of humans?”

“I admire the human race for many things. Your dauntless enthusiasm in the face of disaster. Your unalloyed aggression… the ferocity of your survival instinct… the cunning of your best minds…”

“Not our art, or music, or ideas?”

Saykir shrugged. “Frost elves are far superior in those regards.”

“Oh really.”

“Of course,” he said with snort. “Who is the greatest of your composers?”

I smiled smugly. I knew I had him on this one – partly thanks to that stupid quest title. “How about Mozart? Or Bach? Or Beethoven?”

“I have not heard these names.”

Of course he hadn’t. Those musicians didn’t exist in this world – and the game designers probably hadn’t put their music anywhere this guy would have heard it.

“What about this?” I said, and whistled a few bars from Mozart’s Eine Kleine Nacht Music. You know –

Da.

Duh Da.

Duh da duh da Duh DAAAAAAA –

Saykir raised an eyebrow. “Surely, it fills me with wonder,” he said sarcastically.

“I’m just whistling it!” I snapped. “Imagine that with a whole bunch of strings!”

“I might as well imagine a chorus of donkeys providing the oral accompaniment.”

I scowled, then tried humming Beethoven’s Ninth –

Duh duh duh DUNNNHH…

Duh duh duh DUNNNHHHH…

That went over about as well as my whistling.

Then I pulled out the big guns.

I sang the opening lines from ‘Hey Jude.’

“Who is this Jude of whom you speak?” Saykir asked, puzzled. “Is he a bard? Is that why he must make the sad song better?”

“Never mind,” I grumbled.

“I will have some of our musicians play a selection of frost elf compositions for you later. But really, is this what you want to know? My feelings on the human race? I much preferred your questions about being a warlock.”

“Fine. How long ago were you Alaria’s master?”

“Well over a decade.”

I winced. “Please tell me she wasn’t twelve years old when you… when she was here.”

“How old do you think she is?”

“Well… she looks like she’s in her early 20s, but I’m pretty sure she’s older than that. At least, I’m hoping she is.”

“Succubi age differently than other races – as do elves. She never told me, and I never asked, but I would estimate she is approximately 150 years old.”

My eyes bugged out. “What?!”

Saykir laughed. “Don’t fret, dear boy. Many of her kind live to be over six hundred years old, so she’s still comparatively a young woman.”

“How long was she here?”

“A year at most.”

“Why did you let her go?”

Saykir snorted. “I’m sure you’ve found that she has a certain amount of… intractability, let us say. Her outward appearance makes for a very pleasing slave, but her personality? Far from it.”

“What, is there a personality that makes a good slave?” I asked in irritation.

“Yes,” he smiled. “Someone who knows their place. I see she broke you rather easily. Rather than deal with her incessant subordination, you chose to free her.”

“I didn’t free her because she was insubordinate, I freed her because – ”

“You love her?” he sneered, amused at my naïveté.

I didn’t say anything else. I didn’t want to give the bastard the satisfaction.

“She played you like she’s played so many others. But you’re young, after all. And human. And very, very inexperienced.”

My hatred for this asshole was increasing by leaps and bounds. “If you’re so great, why didn’t you ‘break her,’ as you put it?”

“It wasn’t worth my time. As a superior male, I only have so much time to – ”

“Superior male?” I laughed.

Immediately Saykir got angrier than I had seen him so far – even more than when we had fought out on the plains of ice.

“And what would you call yourself? Manipulated by a conniving slut into doing her bidding, all because you lack the self-respect to be your own man? That, and because of her physical attributes – and how she makes you feel,” he jeered.

Then his face relaxed, his venom subsided, and he became gallingly patronizing. “I realize that sort of behavior is common to you humans, but it is appalling nonetheless.”

I glowered at him. “You don’t know anything about me. You don’t know shit.”

Saykir leaned back in his chair and stared at me as though he were peering into me.

“My guess is that you were born a child of the upper middle class – perhaps the son of merchants. You are well-educated. You grew up not as a warrior or a hunter, but as a scholar. Not an especially good one, or you wouldn’t be a warlock – you would be a monk somewhere, locked in a tower with your parchments and ink.

“You were raised primarily by a woman, with a distant or ineffectual father, never initiated into the male rites of your kind. As such, you came to rely on the softer, more feminine virtues, like compassion… ethics… morals,” he said with a subtle sneer.

“So I guess you have no ethics or morals,” I said in disgust.

Saykir chuckled. “You will find that ethics were designed to benefit one party: the weaker in the equation.”

“What about morals?”

“Morals are the last resort of a man who cannot fend for himself.”

“What, they’re not there to stop the strong from preying on the weak?”

“No – they are there for the weak to try to convince the strong not to prey upon them. It works, occasionally. When the strong are feebleminded enough.”

“So what’s stopping you from killing me?”

“Because I do not see you as weak.” Saykir leaned forward, a glimmer in his eye. “I see you as one who might be my equal… in time.

“But there is much for you to unlearn. You have always fretted about what other people think. You always consider the other person’s feelings before your own. As such, you have been the victim of circumstance and the pawn of others who are far more devious than you. You are a ship tossed about on the waves of the sea, never truly charting your own course. Not acting so much as reacting to the forces around you, always held prisoner in their grasp.

“Then one day you met a woman who is beyond compare. I may not care for her personality, but I can truthfully say that Alaria is the single most exquisite, lust-inducing creature I have ever laid eyes on. And suddenly she was yours. But rather than exert your prerogative as a male – as a warlock – as a master – you followed the teaching of women, and were kind, and courteous, and respectful,” he said in a feeble, mocking voice. “In short… a woman.

“In the beginning, she probably bestowed upon you initial bits of pleasure, then ran hot and cold, confusing you, clouding your mind. You began to jump through hoops to do her bidding, just for one more taste of her affections and attention. In the end, perhaps she even allowed you to consummate the affair – either as a bribe for her freedom, or as a reward for you giving it. And then she left you.

“But she didn’t stay away forever, because why would she give up a pet that comes running whenever she calls? No doubt you stumbled blindly after her, throwing yourself into the fire once again. You will do anything for her, and do you know why? Because you think so little of yourself as a man that you would let women control you.”

His voice went from accusatory to more conversational – even kind. “It’s not your fault, of course. You were raised by women. You were indoctrinated by women. You were formed in their image. You have never known your birthright – your true place in the order of things – because you were never taught it. But I believe you have been sent to me by fate, for one single reason: so that I might show you. So that I might guide you into becoming the man you were always meant to be.”

I can’t tell you all the emotions that rose up during Saykir’s speech.

Shock that he seemed to know me so well – or at least the vague outlines of my background.

Shame that he could see my deepest, darkest fears.

A sort of pride that he thought I could be his equal.

Fear that he was right about how I reacted to Alaria. Like a total, average chump –

And then my natural defenses reared their heads like a hydra and struck back.

This guy was an asshole. He was a self-serving, narcissistic prick. He was a freshman college dorm room, 3AM-and-high philosopher king spouting misogynistic bullshit.

Superior male, my ass.

He didn’t even win based on his own goddamn arguments.

For instance: I had the hottest woman ever. I was in love with her, and she was in love with me.

Not to mention that over the last few days, I’d had numerous kinky threesomes with her and a pirate queen MILF.

I wasn’t going to be condescended to by a blue asshole in a silk robe drinking tea with his pinky out.

“You know, it’s funny,” I said. “You talk like a bunch of guys on the internet, who’ve got it all figured out, and know so much about women… and then they watch a bunch of porn, jack off into a sock, and go to bed alone on a Friday night.”

Saykir looked at me quizzically. “I do not understand your references. Internet? Porn? ‘Jack off’?”

Of course he didn’t understand. I tried again.

“You talk an awful big game for a guy who…”

My eyes flitted over to Eluun and Varisa, the priestess and the mage.

I remembered the hundreds of female warriors.

And I realized I’d made a bad tactical error.

This guy didn’t have a woman he was pining over. He apparently had hundreds at his beck and call.

Saykir smirked again. “Did you just work out the logical fallacy in your intended insult?”

I ignored his question – largely because he’d kind of just pwned me – and asked instead, “Why aren’t there any guys around here except for you?”

“When you have constructed a paradise such as mine, one must be careful of those who would try to usurp your place and steal it from you. So I have removed the potential serpents from my garden, that I might enjoy all the fruit within. And trust me… I enjoy it all.”

He grinned, then silently mouthed, Anal.

I swallowed the sour taste of being one-upped.

Alaria was my bright and shining star, yes, but suddenly I wasn’t feeling so macho about kinky sex with a MILF in the grimy back room of a flying boat.

“Have you ever seen something you wanted, and taken it?” Saykir asked. “Deliberately, even violently seized it, with no thought of others’ opinions or judgment – knowing that you are the sole authority worthy of judging your own actions? Have you ever done something, consequences be damned, just because you could? I have. And I can assure you, there is no greater pleasure in the world.”

“You sound like a sociopath,” I said.

“What is that?”

“Somebody who doesn’t feel guilt.”

“Ah – then yes,” Saykir smiled chillingly. “I claim that title gladly.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Sociopaths can’t feel love – ”

“Love?!” Saykir laughed. “Would you love your darling little succubus if she were old and fat, missing one eye and all of her teeth, and her breasts dangled down to her knees like limp clumps of seaweed? Would you love her then?”

Okay, that was a rough image.

“…yes,” I said.

“Really. You seemed to hesitate.”

“I don’t know if I would love her the same way – ”

“Then what good is your ‘love’ but a spasm of muscles and tissue? It’s not the realm of poets, but of barnyard animals rutting in the muck. Mind you, I am all for pleasure. Our entire religion is centered around it. And we hold pleasure in the highest regard. But we are intellectually honest, and do not elevate ‘love’ to the center of the pantheon. That is the way of self-deceiving, simple-minded fools.” Saykir’s face brightened. “But perhaps I should show you. Eluun.”

The priestess walked up beside him. “Yes, Lord Saykir?”

“Take our young apprentice to the Temple of Pleasure, and show him the mysteries within, that he might see the folly of his ways.”

“Yes, Lord Saykir.”

A new window appeared:

Go Elf Yourself

Visit the Temple of Pleasure with High Priestess Eluun and discover the mysteries within.

500 XP

I hit ‘Accept.’ I really didn’t have anything else to do but sit around, drink tea, and listen to bullshit.

“Go with Eluun, but do not try to escape or make mischief.” He waggled one finger at me like I was a naughty child. “I shall be very put out if you do. You are my guest, and I shall treat you like an honored one – so long as you comport yourself in a fitting manner.”

“I’ll try,” I said sardonically.

“Good. You’ll find it much easier without the temptation of summoning any of your demons, since I have a spell in place that prevents you from invoking them while you are inside my kingdom. Just in case you had some elaborate plan where they commit suicide, and then you bring them here to defeat me.”

I stared at him in shock. I actually had been thinking about something like that, wondering if Stig and Alaria might have thought of it, too.

I checked my action strip and all the icons on it –

Yup. I hadn’t noticed it before, but there was a thin, red border around every single demon in my menu.

They were still alive, so I couldn’t summon them anyway – but even if they weren’t, the red border prevented it.

Saykir had anticipated a plan that I’d only half formed, and checkmated me ten moves early.

My confidence shaken, I got up unsteadily from my chair. “This conversation isn’t over.”

“No, my young apprentice… it is only beginning.” Saykir smiled. “Go with Eluun, seek out the truth, and let the blinders of ignorance fall from your eyes. Then we shall speak again.”

14

Eluun escorted me out of the castle, through streets carved from ice, down to an ornate temple. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before – not a chapel like the one for Chalastia, nor anything in the real world associated with Christianity or Islam or Hinduism. It was a spiral of smaller buildings surrounding a domed cathedral, all of it connected by an enclosed walkway, with erotic statues carved from ice standing along the rooftops and ramparts.

When I say erotic, I’m not kidding. Multiple statues depicted naked female ice elves – and only female ice elves – kissing, fondling each other, touching themselves, standing behind one another and cupping the other’s breasts, and more. It was like some pornographer’s fever dream realized by the most talented ice sculptor imaginable.

We entered the main vestibule, where hundreds of silk robes hung on hooks by the front door.

This was promising.

I might’ve been monogamous, but nobody said I couldn’t look.

“Our temple is dedicated to Jaiya, the Goddess of Pleasure,” Eluun explained. “Here we partake in the mysteries she has taught us, and practice the rituals handed down from on high.”

The main corridor curved in a spiral, meaning I couldn’t see further than 40 feet before everything disappeared around a bend. Along the walls were more elaborate ice sculptures, even more titillating than the statues on top of the temple: group orgies, every position imaginable, every configuration imaginable – and all women. The bas-relief figures were lit by torches, and the flickering lights cast shadows that made the beautiful figures seem to writhe in ecstasy.

As we walked down the corridor, Eluun elaborated a bit more. “We practice sex magic – the energies that unfold from the sacred union of the flesh.”

“So everybody’s married?”

Eluun looked at me quizzically. “Why would they be married?”

“You said ‘sacred union’…”

I guess I was betraying my Protestant roots there.

“No, there is no marriage here, just kindred spirits meeting for pleasure. For us, pleasure is the greatest sacrament of all.”

We rounded a curved hallway into one of the smaller buildings. By ‘smaller,’ I don’t mean some tiny little room – it was just smaller than the central cathedral. No, this was an enormous hall with ornamental pillars, sculptures, and alcoves, all of it lit by torchlight. The floor was covered in furs of various types – and on virtually every square foot there either sat or stood a naked female frost elf.

My eyes bugged out. It’s not every day you see 100 gorgeous naked women in the same place, much less blue-skinned ones.

Before this, I hadn’t seen much of the elves beneath their furs and leather armor. The naked women in front of me had skin of differing shades of blue, and the pointed ears common to all elves. They also had thick, lustrous white hair, all of it long and arranged in a multitude of different hairstyles: braids, tangled locks, various sweeping up-do’s that exposed their graceful necks. Their noses were slightly different shapes and lengths, their lips ran the gamut from thin to full, and their faces and jawlines had all the variety of human faces: round, thin, heart-shaped, oval.

I’d seen all that before, though. The one thing I hadn’t seen much of was their bodies.

And damn they had some nice bodies.

It was a little strange, though, because they all looked so similar. Tall, lithe, toned, slim with small breasts. Mostly A- and B-cups in all sorts of shapes – pear-shaped, round, perky, firm. Very rarely did I see anybody larger than a C. Their nipples and areolas were much darker blue than their surrounding bodies. The white hair on their heads – well, let’s just say the rugs matched the drapes. Although some were varying degrees of bare down there, there were a multitude of soft patches of curly white hair between those beautiful blue thighs. Their asses were more like serious yoga devotees then Alaria’s luscious bubble butt, but they were pretty damn fine all the same.

I could feel myself growing a bit larger in the inseam, if you know what I mean.

What was really strange, though, was that none of these naked elves were actually doing much. They stood or sat on the ground facing each other, staring into each other’s glowing eyes. Some women hovered their hands over their partners’ breasts, close but not touching. Some even held their fingertips right over the other woman’s nipples, which were invariably hard and erect with desire.

My favorites were the standing women who got their breasts soooo close to their partners’ chests, their nipples alllllmost touching but never quite all the way.

There were also women lying on the ground, bodies sprawled out on the furs. Other female elves knelt next to them, fingertips placed just a millimeter above the woman’s clit, almost touching skin but not quite.

And yet, even with the lack of touching, there certainly wasn’t any lack of sound.

The women getting ‘almost-touched’ were groaning pleasurably. Not loud, and not like they were having the times of their lives – but there was this lovely moaning going on throughout the room. Sort of like a woman who has reached a plateau and isn’t climaxing, but just staying on the same level of pleasure. A low, steady murmur of ‘ohs’ and ‘unhs.’

Things got even tighter inside my pants.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“This is the Hall of the Energetics.”

“The what?”

“There are four branches of Goddess Jaiya’s sex magic. The four areas correspond to the ways that living things find pleasure.

“The first is Energetic. Those who possess this trait find their greatest pleasure in anticipation. They longer they are denied, the more energy is generated. Energy transference is the crucial thing. Some achieve this through gazing into each other’s eyes. Others are able to move sexual energy into each other’s bodies. But by far the most common tools – and often the most powerful – are anticipation and frustration.”

“Frustration?”

“When we anticipate something and greatly desire it, and it is teased but not immediately fulfilled, our desire for it grows greater by the second. The energy produced heightens the body’s response to the point that many Energetics can achieve orgasm without ever being touched.”

“Whoa…”

I thought back to the ways that Alaria had teased me – getting close to me, looking me in the eyes, offering her touch and then withholding.

It had been frustrating as hell – but it had also worked me up into a sexual lather, desperate to touch and be touched.

Maybe Eluun and this goddess Jaiya were onto something.

“There is a dark side to each path, however,” Eluun cautioned. “Because the passion generated is almost spiritual in nature, and because they can achieve ecstasy without touch, there is a tendency for Energetics to think they are above others – that they have achieved a level of spiritual awakening that others who indulge more fleshly pursuits cannot comprehend. As such, they sometimes hobble themselves in pursuit of even greater pleasure, and of a fuller understanding of sex magic.

“There is also the downside that if an Energetic is not stimulated in her primary mode of desire, she can feel disassociated from her body. If she engages in the physical act of pleasure with someone else but is not energetically aroused beforehand, she will often shut down and feel nothing at all.”

“That sounds awful,” I said.

Eluun nodded. “As such, it is very important for those who are Energetic to discover their true nature and find partners who are willing and able to arouse them accordingly.”

I stared at all the naked women almost touching each other but not quite. I was pretty amazed I was even able to form a coherent thought. “Earlier you said ‘path.’ Do you choose to be an Energetic?”

“We all contain elements of the four types, but most people are predominantly one of the four with a minor accent in another, along with tiny shadings from the remaining two quadrants. We do not choose our primary orientation – it is something formed from birth and through our early lives and experiences. But with time and practice and intent we can appreciate other aspects of all four divisions, and better connect with partners who are primarily aroused by one of the other quadrants.”

As I stood there watching all these beautiful, naked women murmuring and moaning and almost touching each other, I wished I could play a little pocket pool – but I didn’t want to be creepy, so I kept my hands where everybody could see them.

Not that they were watching me in the slightest, though. They had their hands full (or didn’t, as it were).

Finally Eluun said, “Come.”

Interesting choice of words.

We continued down the curving hallway of ice.

Even before we rounded the corner, I heard the next room.

It was considerably louder than the previous one.

There were hundreds of sighs of pleasure, from breathy to guttural, with the occasional scream of climax.

I reached into my pocket to adjust my warlock staff, if you know what I mean. I couldn’t help myself.

“Here we have the Sensuals,” Eluun said as we came to the next great hall.

Holy shit, she wasn’t kidding.

This room had even more naked elves – but they weren’t just hovering their hands over each other. Whether standing, sitting, lying in twos or threes or even piles of blue-skinned bodies, they were softly touching each other. Hips, waists, legs, thighs, feet, hands, arms, breasts, backs, asses, necks, lips, cheeks, faces, hair, pussies, clits – any place that could be touched, at least one woman was touching another elf there.

There were also a good number of elves that were going down on each other – although oral sex didn’t seem to be the focus of the room’s activity. It was mostly about the touching. Soft, gentle fingers traced circles around breasts… caressed nipples that were already hard and erect… gently trailed down curving backs… softly combed through all that thick, lustrous hair.

Nearly everyone was kissing, too – but softly. Sensually. Lips lingered. Tongues slowly circled each other. There were gentle kisses on necks and shoulders as hands cradled breasts.

My mouth was dry and my erection was throbbing.

“The Sensuals are the second branch of sex magic,” Eluun said. “For them, the greatest pleasure is obtained through touch – and also from smell, taste, and hearing. If you will, notice that the ambiance of this room is different from the Energetics’.”

I’d been so focused on the naked women touching each other and moaning in ecstasy that I’d completely ignored the rest of the room. There were naked female harpists in the corners (usually being touched by naked women behind them) who were plucking out gentle, languorous sounds on the strings. Not really songs so much as notes thrumming with desire and voluptuous longing.

There was also a subtle but beautiful floral scent hanging in the air – probably from the several dozen candles placed artfully throughout the room. The Energetics’ room had been brightly lit, more functional than anything else. In here, though, shadow and light played beautifully over the bodies. It was like an artist had lit the place for the most exquisite orgy ever.

“The downside of the Sensuals is that they need to be fully in their bodies before they can experience pleasure,” Eluun said. “Without soft touch – without being aroused in this way – they tend to stay locked in their own heads, and their own thoughts and anxieties form a prison that does not allow them full access to ecstasy. Caresses and lingering touch both arouse their bodies and quiet their minds. Likewise, a disagreeable odor or irritating sound can distract a Sensual and completely take her out of the act of love.

“But touch is the most important of all. A Sensual without touch is like a plant without water: she withers and will gradually die – if not physically, then emotionally and spiritually.”

Again, I thought of Alaria. How she smelled. How she would whisper in my ear, the soft murmurs thrilling me. How she would gently touch my skin. Almost like she was both Sensual and Energetic at the same time.

“Now we move on to the more… demonstrative of the four branches, shall we say,” Eluun said, and started down the hall.

I don’t know if it was the acoustics of the hallways, or whether the rooms were far enough apart, or if it had something to do with the sound-dampening animal furs – but I didn’t hear the next chamber until we were almost there. Which was pretty incredible, seeing as they were the loudest of the three by far.

As we rounded the curve, I began to hear it:

Orgasmic screams.

Guttural grunts.

High-pitched EEEE sounds.

“OH MY GODDESS, OH MY GODDESS – ”

“I’m coming, I’M COMING – ”

“UNNNHHHHHH – ”

And even more than the cries, the rhythmic slap slap slap of skin against skin.

As we rounded the corner, it was like we’d stumbled into the biggest girl-on-girl porno set of all time, filled with a bunch of blue-skinned women with pointy ears and long, white hair.

Just going at it.

Hardcore fucking everywhere.

Women bent over with female elves right behind them, slapping their hips against the other’s ass.

Women in the missionary position with their legs wrapped around their partner’s waist, or draped over the other woman’s shoulders, or angled out in the air as they held on to their own ankles.

Women on top, bouncing up and down or grinding slowly on the other woman’s crotch.

Women scissoring, their legs intertwined, rubbing wetly against each other.

Doggy style, reverse cowgirl, lying on their sides, up against walls, plus dozens of other positions. And lots and lots of breasts swaying and jiggling with every slap of pelvis against pelvis.

It was like a blue-skinned version of the Kama Sutra.

I was a little puzzled, though, since it was obviously all women in the room. Which was awesome – I’m definitely not complaining. I wasn’t looking to see any elf dong.

It was just odd that basically half the women had strap-ons, and that I couldn’t see much of them.

Oh, I saw the leather thongs they were wearing between their gorgeous ass cheeks as they railed away on screaming, climaxing women beneath them – but from what I could see, they didn’t have massive dildoes attached to their nether regions. And it’s not like they were backing their hips up 8 inches before they slammed back in. It was a lot of limited movement – a couple of inches at most.

If I’m going to be honest, I had a little anxiety about how large the sex toys were. Not that I was comparing myself

(of course I was)

or that the elves even cared about me. They were waaaay too focused on what they were doing.

It’s just…

I guess I had this ridiculous fear that they were all going to turn around and start yelling “Whip it out, whip it out!” and then taunt me with their porn-star-sized rubber wangs.

But I quickly pushed all that out of my mind. There was too much amazing stuff to watch to be obsessing over my own package.

Besides the strap-on action, there were also plenty of women fingering each other – inserting wet fingers inside their partners and then vigorously pumping them in and out.

The women getting the attention loved it. Without exception, their faces were contorted in ecstasy as they arched their backs and clutched their own breasts.

In fact, that was another thing I noticed. If anybody was touching breasts, it wasn’t soft or sensual. They were groping boobs, gripping asses, pinching nipples – manhandling them, basically. (Woman-handling?)

It was rough, it was frantic, it was animalistic – and it was very, very hot.

My pants felt like they were going to burst.

“These are the Sexuals,” Eluun said.

“Wait – isn’t it all sexual?” I asked, confused.

“All acts of sex magic are sexual, but that is just the terminology that we use to differentiate this branch from the others. This is the basest, rawest expression of sex magic. Sexuals are excited by nudity more than the other quadrants, and love showing off skin and their bodies. Most of all, they value penetration above all other acts. Foreplay is a distant second. Orgasm is the most important goal for them by far, and if they don’t achieve it, they feel as though the sex was a failure. They are vigorous and enthusiastic lovers, but they often ignore the subtleties of the other branches. You might say they engage in brute force, although they are quite happy with the results.”

“Sure looks and sounds like it,” I murmured, wishing I could have just a few minutes to sneak off to a corner by myself and take care of business without anybody calling me a perv.

“Outside the bedroom, Sexuals can often be identified by the way they dress. They are aroused by the visual aspect of sex, so they expose a great deal of skin to others, hoping to attract a likeminded mate. The downside to Sexuals is that they are often selfish lovers. Once they achieve their orgasm, they are usually done.”

Now that Eluun mentioned it, after many of the naked women finished coming, they got a relaxed, happy look on their faces – and rolled over on their sides, leaving their partners hanging.

Interesting. Reminded me of the stereotypical complaint women have about guys.

Of course, when you had a room full of 300 naked elves, if one partner got left hanging, she just moved on to the next naked woman just a few feet away.

Seemed like a pretty damn good system to me.

“Come,” Eluun said.

“What?” I said, then blushed and muttered “Oh” as I realized she meant ‘walk with me.’

I followed along behind her, but I watched the women in the room for as long as I possibly could until they disappeared from view. Even then I strained to hear the cries of orgasmic pleasure until they faded away.

Then we arrived at the fourth chamber.

It reminded me of the Monty Python line, ‘And now for something completely different.’

Like the other chambers, I heard it before I saw it.

Most notably the crack! of a whip, followed by a cry – of pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell. Maybe both at the same time.

We walked through the archway of the next room, and I stood there transfixed in both horror and erotic wonderment.

The first thing that struck me was there wasn’t omnipresent nudity. In fact, half of the elf women tended to be dressed. Or at least half dressed. Lots of leather, lots of straps, lots of metal chains and studded jewelry.

The second thing that struck me was the thought, This room has everything you could possibly imagine.

Well – a lot of it, anyway.

Over along one wall, there were women tied to all sorts of restraints – bent over pommel horses, tied to giant X’s, hanging from their arms in the air. Behind them stood elves in leather outfits flogging the bound women with whips and riding crops.

I winced when I saw blows land – but from the sounds the ‘victims’ were making, you’d be hard-pressed to say they weren’t enjoying it. In fact, some of them were screaming as ecstatically as the Sexuals.

But that’s not all there was.

Oh, no. Not by a long shot.

There was a group of naked female elves standing in a semi-circle, peering down at a couple on the ground 69ing each other. All the women watching were fingering themselves, or reaching over and touching a neighbor, but their attention was absolutely rapt, focused solely on the two women on the ground.

In another section of the room was a raised stage. A completely naked frost elf stood alone in front of a fully dressed audience. The nude woman touched her own breasts and rubbed between her legs, crying out in ecstasy as everyone watched in silence.

There was spanking, bondage with chains and rope, costumes – and some stuff I’m not even going to mention because it was so far out.

I felt… strange.

The beatings and the bondage totally left me cold. Turned off, even.

And yet, as I stared at those women in a circle watching the two elves having sex… touching themselves or stroking other women between their legs…

And the naked woman onstage, masturbating in front of the audience…

I got immensely turned on again, and not just from the nudity or the sexual acts themselves.

There was something transgressive about it.

Something wrong.

Something exciting.

“These are the Shadow Sisters,” Eluun explained. “This is the branch of sex magic that deals with the forbidden. Bondage, masochism, sadism, exhibitionism, voyeurism, displays of dominance and submission – ”

“Kinky,” I said.

Eluun looked at me in confusion. “Kinky?”

I blushed, although I didn’t know why. “Where I come from, that’s what they call this. Kinky sex.”

“I see,” Eluun said, and nodded. “As I said, this branch of sex magic deals with forbidden desires. Acts looked down on by a majority of frost elves, though practiced in secret by many.

“Some women have a fixation on a single object or specific act, and that fetish is the only thing that will allow them to achieve orgasm. But the majority of the sisters experience arousal from doing things they were told was wrong, immoral, or shameful. It is the transgression that excites them. Sometimes an incident early in their lives – such as being disciplined as a child, or a group of people seeing them naked – becomes interwoven with the sexual response. But whatever the cause or origin, they find their greatest pleasure in doing the thing which others tell them they should not do. And that ‘thing’ varies from person to person.

“The downside of the Shadow Sisters is that they experience a great deal of shame about their desires. Before they found goddess Jaiya, they were told their desires were perversions. But here they find acceptance from others who are excited by exactly the same things as they are. And with that acceptance comes a full embracing of their erotic natures, and a willingness to give themselves fully to the things which they desire, without shame, without hesitation – which allows them to achieve their full potential of pleasure.”

Again, I thought of Alaria. All the times she’d said Ooooh, kinky. Jokes about spanking and being ‘really, really bad.’ It was obvious that she took great pleasure in doing things that others would find scandalous or immoral.

I had to admit, that turned me on. Not whatever individual taboo Alaria was talking about at the moment, but how she just didn’t give a fuck and liked to do the things we’re not supposed to do.

But it also confused me. “I don’t understand.”

“What is it you do not understand?” Eluun asked.

“I know someone who loves all four areas of sex magic.”

Eluun smiled enigmatically. “The shapeshifter.”

I looked around, alarmed. “Where?”

She laughed. “Not literally. It is merely the term we give to one who can access all four areas of sex magic equally. Goddess Jaiya has granted a favored few with the ability to experience great pleasure in all four quadrants. These people we call shapeshifters. Their strength is that they can access and enjoy every part of sex magic. Their weakness is, unless they are aware of their expansive natures, they cannot be satisfied with a partner who is primarily from just one quadrant. So they flit from one lover to another, never finding complete fulfillment.

“They will have sex with a Sexual and exult in penetration and orgasm – but soon they grow bored. Then they will find an Energetic who satisfies them at a soul level – but again, the bloom falls off. They seek out the Sensual, and delight in sating their erotic longing for touch… but even that begins to pale, and they move on to the Shadow Side, where they indulge their most forbidden desires until they grow restless and begin the entire cycle again.

“If they are lucky enough to find another shapeshifter, then they are blessed because their desires will complement each other. But they may also find a partner who is willing to give them all those things – even if the partner is from only one of the four quadrants. Only when a shapeshifter is stimulated by the Energetic, Sensual, Sexual, and… ‘kinky,’ as you put it – then and only then will they find true satisfaction.”

Whoa.

That explained a lot about Alaria.

She obviously had all these different urges – Sexual, Sensual, Energetic, and Kinky.

All her teasing me with anticipation? Energetic.

Her whispers and caresses? Sensual.

The way she loved me being inside her? Sexual.

That whole business with Tarka onboard the Revenge? Kinky.

I tried to think back to everything we’d done, and wondered if she’d been getting everything she needed from me.

I winced as I realized – probably not.

My mind was spinning. Other than being an incredible turn-on and making me harder than steel, everything I’d seen in the Temple was challenging all my preconceptions about sex. It was like somebody had given me the guidebook to what sex was all about. Not the ‘Insert Tab A into Slot B’ stuff, but the actual psychology behind it.

There was a particularly loud crack! of a whip, and I flinched.

“You seem slightly disturbed,” Eluun noted.

I gave her an apologetic smile. “Some of this is… a little unsettling to me.”

“And yet other things…?”

I looked back at the women standing in a circle, touching each other, staring at the couple fucking on the ground.

I glanced back up at the stage where another naked elf was just reaching climax as the audience watched.

“Some of it’s incredibly arousing,” I admitted.

Eluun nodded. “Sexuality is a mystery that continually reveals itself to us. The things that disturb us can also be the things that arouse us the most, whether we want that or not. There is a dark river that runs beneath the decisions we make. The territory of desire sometimes includes longings which we are not even aware of consciously.”

“How are we supposed to deal with that, though?”

“The key is not to repress it, but to embrace it, to investigate it, whether in fantasy by ourselves or with others in mutual consent. Only by accepting our true natures – without fear, without guilt, without shame – can we truly be at peace with ourselves and find that which fulfills us.”

“Which quadrant are you?” I asked.

She smiled modestly. “I was fortunate to be born a shapeshifter.”

“Did you know Alaria when she was here?”

“Oh yes,” Eluun said. “We did not interact much, but yes, I knew her.”

“I think she’s a shapeshifter, too.”

“Yes, she is,” Eluun said, and I swear her voice dropped an octave, thick with desire.

For the first time, I was struck by how attractive Eluun was. She was one of the curvier frost elves, with a tiny waist and firm, round, D-cup breasts beneath her robes.

I raised my eyebrows as a flood of images entered my mind. “Uh – did you two ever – never mind, it’s none of my business.”

I didn’t want to know.

(Yes I did.)

Eluun answered my question without being pressed. “No… I was never that fortunate.”

I looked into Eluun’s eyes. “You wanted to?”

She swallowed hard, hesitated… then nodded. Her breasts were almost heaving underneath her robe. “Yes. I wanted to dearly. But she was never allowed into the temple. She was only for Saykir.”

“Speaking of which – why the hell are you working for him?”

Eluun looked around in alarm, like she was afraid I might be overheard. “You must not say such things.”

“Everything you told me over the last half hour – everything you showed me – was about joy and pleasure and freedom. Unless I really got the wrong impression, Saykir’s not about any of those things. He’s all about control and feeding his own ego. So what’s the deal?”

“Keep your voice down,” she whispered. “You don’t understand.”

I lowered my voice and leaned in close. “Explain it to me, then. ‘Cause it sure seems to me like he’s the leader of a cult, and you’re just going along with him because… why?”

Fear spread through her features. “He is very powerful.”

“You seem pretty damn powerful, too.”

“Not like him.”

“What does everybody else think?”

She looked down at the floor. “Some revere him… others do not.”

“Why not get the ones who don’t to help you rebel?”

“You have no idea what you’re – ”

“Eluun,” a familiar voice said loudly.

Eluun and I both jolted up straight, and she whirled around.

Varisa the mage was standing about ten feet away, glowering at us from under her hood. “Lord Saykir has need of you.”

“Oh… yes, of course,” Eluun said. “Let me take our guest to his quarters – ”

“Let an acolyte do it,” Varisa said. “He needs you now.”

“Very well. Exa!”

A frost elf was walking down the hall towards us, and hurried over at the sound of her name. From what Eluun had said earlier about showing off skin, I guessed she was a Sexual. She had a wide, plunging neckline on her silk robe that exposed a great deal of her chest. Not a whole lot in the breast department, but the gentle swells she did have were pretty damn attractive.

“What is your bidding, High Priestess?” the acolyte asked.

“Take the human to guest quarters and situate him comfortably.” Eluun turned back to me. “Exa will escort you back to your room. I will see you later.”

“But – ”

“I must go,” the priestess said, then turned and walked swiftly down the hall.

The mage looked back at me and scowled, then joined Eluun as they disappeared around the bend.

“That was weird,” I muttered, then turned around to the acolyte.

I was surprised to find she wasn’t looking at my face, but about three feet lower.

She seemed utterly bewildered, transfixed, and aroused. She was biting her lip as she stared, with one of the sexiest expressions I’d ever seen on a woman’s face before.

Uh, beside Alaria, of course.

I looked down to see what she was looking at.

Oh SHIT.

My erection was jutting pretty visibly against my pants.

“Sorry,” I muttered, even though I didn’t know what I had to be sorry for, seeing as I was in a building full of orgies and nymphomaniacs. I turned around and tried to adjust myself, but it didn’t help much. There was still a pretty clear outline of my schlong against my overly tight pants.

“Please don’t make it go away,” she said, with something like desperation in her voice.

I blushed. “I, uh… I just…”

She glanced up at my face briefly, then returned to staring at my crotch. Then she unconsciously put a finger to her mouth and bit it lightly as she stared.

Jesus. This wasn’t helping my erection go down at all.

I cleared my throat. “Maybe we should go back to my room?”

She looked up at me, the shock on her face turning into a wide smile. “Yes! Yes, let’s!”

I frowned. Why was she so happy?

Then I reexamined my words. Maybe we should go back to my room –

Crap.

“I mean, you should take me,” I said.

She looked even more delighted.

“DAMMIT – you should take me back to my room. Okay?”

She nodded, then looked back down at my crotch, stared, and bit her lip some more.

While I have to admit it was awesome to be ogled by such a hot chick, it was also a little disconcerting that the only thing she cared about was one part of my anatomy. I guess since the only male elf around was Saykir, she hadn’t seen a boner in quite some time.

“Well?” I asked.

She looked up at me again, flustered. “Oh – yes, let’s go.”

All of a sudden another woman walked up from the room full of kinksters. She was dressed, at least, though she was wearing a black, corset-like robe rather than a silk one like Exa. She was a solid B-cup, though it was all covered up in black leather straps across her chest. And she wore her hair in a shorter bob cut, different from Exa’s long locks.

“Who’s this, Exa?” the woman asked, looking me up and down lasciviously.

“The human warlock we captured earlier.”

“You know, I have a name,” I said grumpily. “It’s Ian.”

The new woman giggled. “What are you going to do with him?”

I was expecting Take him back to his room, but instead Exa leaned over and whispered in her friend’s ear.

The new woman glanced down at my crotch, too, and got a big smile on her face. “Can I come too?” she purred.

These people with their double entendres.

“Yes,” Exa said, then reached out, grabbed my hand, and began hauling me bodily down the hallway.

“I’m Kel,” the new arrival grinned as she walked along beside me.

“Nice to meet you.”

“We should get Sela,” Kel exclaimed.

“No,” Exa said, “I want to get back to the – ”

“Sela!” Kel exclaimed as we passed the room full of Sensuals. “Come here!”

Another acolyte – completely naked – extricated herself from a tangle of bodies and walked over to us. I found myself staring, although I tried to be a little more discreet than Exa. Of the three women, she had the biggest breasts. Probably a C cup, nice and firm, with small areolas and hard, erect nipples. A cute little tuft of white hair between her thighs. She was also slightly curvier than the other two, with wider hips and a rounder ass. She had nothing on Alaria, but she looked pretty damn good all the same.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Exa is taking the human back to her chambers,” Kel giggled.

“His chambers,” Exa said in annoyance.

“My chambers,” I said at the exact same time.

“Want to come?” Kel asked, then leaned over and whispered in the naked woman’s ear.

Sela glanced down at my crotch, and her eyebrows shot up. “Oh. Oh my.”

I blushed furiously and tried to refrain from adjusting myself again. I had to admit, it was a huge turn-on having these women react so positively to my package. Trust me, it was something I was not accustomed to back in the real world.

Sela looked into my eyes and held out her hand. “My name is Sela.”

I held out my hand and struggled to keep my eyes locked on hers. It’s a bit weird shaking the hand of a hot naked chick when you’re completely clothed. Not that I’d had any previous experience, mind you.

As soon as our fingers touched, she got a look on her face halfway between wonder and desire.

“You have remarkably soft hands,” she said.

I frowned in embarrassment and jerked my hand away. No dude wants to hear that he has ‘remarkably soft hands.’ Lumberjacks don’t get told they have ‘remarkably soft hands.’ NBA players don’t hold get told they have ‘remarkably soft hands.’ SEAL Team Six guys don’t get told they have ‘remarkably soft hands.’

It came with being a keyboard jockey and never having done a day of physical work in my entire life. It wasn’t like I went out splitting cords of wood or anything, after all. I did videogame QC for a living.

She saw my reaction.

“It’s good,” she said reassuringly. “Your hands are very nice.”

She reached down, took my hand between both of hers, and gently caressed my fingers – which turned me on in a way that even watching all the elf sex hadn’t.

“Very nice,” she murmured, her voice dropping half an octave, becoming slow and sensual.

Oh shit…

“I have a girlfriend,” I blurted out.

Sela didn’t seem fazed by that all at.

“Lucky girl,” she purred.

I jerked my hand back. “I, uh – I think I need to get back to my chambers now.”

And jerk off.

And think about Alaria while I’m doing it.

Nothing but Alaria. Just me and Alaria. No one else. Yessiree.

“Yes,” Exa said sharply, and tugged on my other hand. “Let’s go. Now.”

15

After Sela put on one of the robes hanging in the front vestibule, we left the temple and ran through the streets, with Exa pulling on my hand insistently. I was shivering from the wind, but the women didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Maybe that was a benefit to being a frost elf – immune from the cold.

We entered a large mansion made of ice. The women spirited me through the halls to a room on the lower level with a large iron door set into the ice walls.

Inside the room was a bed made of onyx, with piles of silver furs draped across it. There was a table with a bowl of fruit, which was filled with blue apples and even darker blue grapes. There was also a small loaf of bread, a knife, and a glass bottle with two silver goblets next to it.

The three women escorted me inside and stood there in a row, looking at me. Sela and Kel smiled, though Exa just seemed impatient.

“Well, thanks,” I said, and jerked my thumb back at the bed. “I better be hitting the hay, so, nice meeting you – ”

Exa closed the iron door and slid the bolt into place with a loud shunk.

The three women stepped closer to me.

Uh oh.

“I think there’s been some sort of mistake,” I said.

“No mistake,” Kel said with a girlish giggle.

“No mistake at all,” Sela said as she smiled and gazed directly into my eyes.

Kel wasn’t looking in my eyes. She was looking somewhere else entirely.

“How big is it?” she asked, still biting her lower lip.

I looked at her in shock, my eyes wide. “What?”

“Your manhood,” she said breathily, never taking her eyes off it. “How big is it?”

I can tell you, at that second it probably grew about 10% bigger – even though it was already almost as big as it had ever been.

“Look – I have a girlfr– ”

“I want to see it,” Exa interrupted, and bit her finger as she stared at my crotch.

Oh my God.

I swallowed hard. “Did you just hear me about my girlfriend?”

“Doesn’t she want you to have pleasure?” Kel asked.

“Yes – with her.”

And with naked female pirates bent over in stocks, but I didn’t really think that was appropriate to bring up at this point.

“Please,” Exa moaned, her voice low and throaty. “Please – I need to see it.”

“You don’t need to see anything!” I said, both panicked and turned on. “Look, I appreciate you bringing me back here, but – ”

Exa reached out, grabbed the knife off the table, and held it out towards me threateningly.

“Exa!” Sela whispered in shock.

“Oooh,” Kel giggled, obviously liking the turn of events.

“Hold on,” I said, holding my hands up in a Don’t shoot pose.

I wasn’t particularly worried about the knife, seeing as my warlock powers were all still enabled.

On the other hand, I didn’t really want to get shivved by a crazy chick.

“Look – I don’t want to hurt you – ”

“Strip,” Exa said.

“…what?” I asked, totally dumbfounded.

“Take your pants off.”

“Why?” I asked, although I realized as soon as I said it that it was about the dumbest question imaginable. I knew exactly why.

“I told you, I need to see it.” Exa’s voice sounded almost insane with desire.

I have to admit, as alarming as the situation was, it wasn’t exactly a boner-shrinker.

I selected the three women, one by one, and saw they were each about my level of hit points.

I could have easily taken them if I needed to. At three against one, it might have been a somewhat close battle – and I had no idea if I was dealing with warriors, mages, or what – but I figured I had the upper hand with Soul Suck. Increasing my own Health at the expense of theirs would make me hard to kill.

On the other hand, what was I supposed to tell Saykir?

Yeah, I had to kill three of your lady friends because they wanted to see my dick.

I didn’t think that would go over real well as an excuse.

“Look – if I show you, will you leave?” I asked.

“Yes,” Exa said. The knife trembled in her hand. “I just… I need to see it. Please.”

Damn.

How could I turn down a request like that?

I prayed to the videogame gods that Alaria would never find out about this.

Of course, she’d actually encouraged me to do shit like this, didn’t she?

I pushed that thought out of my mind.

Monogamy.

It was fine. I would show them my package, they would go back to their Temple of Lesbian Hijinks, and I would stay here and jerk off.

By myself, thinking of Alaria.

Or… maybe Alaria in a foursome with three frost elf chicks.

Yeah. That’s the ticket.

It’s only a fantasy, after all.

“Fine,” I said, “just put down the knife and I’ll show you – but then you have to leave, okay?”

Kel and Sela nodded enthusiastically. Exa nodded, too, though she didn’t look at my face. She was still staring at my crotch as she placed the knife back on the table.

I undid my belt, unfastened my pants, and let them drop to my knees.

As soon as I freed Willie, he sprang out at full attention.

All three women gasped and put their hands to their mouths as though they were incredibly shocked.

“Oh my Goddess,” Exa exhaled.

I flushed red as a tomato.

“What?” I asked, panicked.

Did frost elf dudes have different shaped junk?

Or were they hung like horses, and I was tiny by comparison?

A decade of watching porn and comparing myself to ten-inch porn stars overwhelmed my brain.

I half-expected the women to burst out laughing any second and taunt me with, It’s so small!

For some reason, though, that thought not only distressed me, but made me a little bit harder.

It was strange admitting to myself that having three hot women staring at my junk and possibly about to make fun of me was… well… I’m not proud of it, but somewhat strangely arousing.

I remembered Eluun’s words: The things that disturb us can also be things that arouse us the most, whether we want that or not.

“WHAT?!” I asked angrily, ashamed of not only my body but what was going through my head.

“Your… thing,” Exa murmured. “I’ve never seen one so…”

She looked at the other women, almost like she was embarrassed to say it.

“Isn’t he?” Exa asked the others, as though for confirmation.

“Yes,” Kel whispered.

Sela could only nod, her eyes wide, her hand over her mouth.

As hot as this was, I was getting upset. “Look, it’s not cool to – ”

“It’s so big,” Exa moaned as her chest fairly heaved with lust.

I stopped and stared at her, completely shocked.

Say what?

“You… think this is… that I’m…”

“Huge,” Exa groaned, never taking her eyes off it.

“Enormous,” Kel said with wide eyes.

“Gigantic,” Sela whispered.

This… this was an entirely new feeling of arousal.

As soon as they said it, my muscles contracted and it twitched.

Kel and Sela exclaimed “Oh!” and Exa just groaned louder.

“Can I touch it?” Kel asked with impish delight.

“I…”

“Please?” Sela whispered as she stared into my eyes.

“I don’t think that’s a good – ”

Exa didn’t even bother asking. She just reached out a hand and grabbed my shaft.

“HEY!” I exclaimed, a little offended.

And now even more turned on.

I spasmed a little bit in her grip, making me temporarily larger.

The look on Exa’s face was priceless as she felt it twitch in her hand. If I didn’t have Alaria to fantasize about, I could’ve spanked to that look for the next three years.

A guttural moan escaped her lips. “Goddess…”

The other two women put their hands out and touched me – Sela tentatively, putting one fingertip on my swollen head. Kel gripped me around my base, then moved her hands down to my balls.

“Oh my,” Kel said with a huge smile on her face.

“It’s so soft,” Sela whispered.

All three of us – me, Exa, and Kel – looked at her like What the hell did you just say?!

Sela blushed. At least, I assumed that’s what it was, because her light blue cheeks flushed a few shades darker.

“I mean, obviously it’s hard. It’s just the skin on it is so soft to the touch,” she murmured.

That mollified my self-esteem.

Now I just had to tear myself away from three chicks handling my junk at the same time.

“Ladies, as much as I’ve dreamt about something like this my entire life, I have a girlfr– ”

I didn’t get out the ‘girlfriend’ part, because Exa started moving her hand up and down my shaft.

So instead of ‘girlfriend,’ what came out of my mouth was something more along the lines of “I have a girlfrOHHH, oh my god – ”

Sela began stroking my head gently, circling it with her fingers, and Kel began fondling my balls.

“Oh… guys… seriously… we can’t… be doing this…” I panted, my eyes closed.

Exa began tugging off my clothes, forcing my pants down to my ankles.

She was pretty good at it, because she never stopped stroking my shaft the entire time.

The other women joined in, with Sela breaking contact long enough to pull off my cloak and Kel tugging my shirt up over my head. (While Exa continued tugging something else.)

“Hey – wait a second – ”

They didn’t wait a second. They didn’t even wait half a second. They just pushed me backwards, and I waddled like a penguin until the back of my knees hit the bed and I collapsed on top of the pile of furs.

Exa ripped off both my boots as fast as she could, then pulled my pants off the rest of the way.

Now I was completely naked.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and tried to grab my clothes, which Kel held just out of reach with a giggle.

“Look, you can’t do this – ”

Exa was already down between my legs after taking off my boots. It was only a short distance to something else.

She grabbed my shaft at the base, angled it outwards from my body, and then opened her lips wide and took me wetly into her mouth.

All the way.

The look on her face was pure bliss. Her brow furrowed and her eyes closed in ecstasy as she plunged down on me.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, and I could feel the vibrations throughout my shaft.

Oh    My    GOD.

I gasped, then moaned myself.

“I want to lick it,” Sela whimpered, and dropped to her knees beside Exa.

“Me too, me too!” Kel giggled, and shouldered her way in.

Within seconds they were fighting over who got to lick and kiss and suck my dick.

Sela gently caressed the shaft with her lips. Kel kept favoring my balls with long, wet strokes of her tongue. And whenever the other two moved out of the way, Exa would start bobbing her head up and down.

Sela and Kel looked up into my eyes as they did it. Sela looked like she was lost in pleasure; Kel grinned and winked as she took both my balls in her mouth.

Exa just kept moaning, plunging down as deep as she could, taking me all the way into her throat.

Every so often I would think NO! I can’t do this – Alaria –

But then all three women would stare lustfully into my eyes at the same time and I’d just end up moaning.

Exa withdrew her mouth with a wet slurp and stood up.

“Get on the bed,” she ordered.

The other two women stopped licking and stood up, too.

Now that the crazy erotic situation had stopped, my mind cleared a little.

Alaria –

Monogamy –

“That was amazing,” I said, “but I have to – ”

Exa sighed in exasperation, then turned to Kel. “Bind him.”

I frowned. “What?”

Kel got a look on her face like a little kid who’d just been told Christmas and summer vacation had been combined into one long holiday, and began to move her hands in a very Mage-like way.

Leather straps materialized out of nowhere around my wrists and ankles and pulled me forcibly back onto the furs. Then the straps lashed themselves to the four posts of the bed, leaving me spread-eagled on my back.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” I yelled.

I was considering casting Doomsday or Darkfire on these bitches (although even if I killed them, I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of the straps) when Exa reached down, grabbed the hem of her robe, and pulled it all the way up over her body.

Holy SHIT.

Her body was incredible – the opposite of Alaria’s, but incredible nonetheless. She was fit and toned, with a smooth, flat stomach and thin arms and thighs. Her breasts were small – a large A-cup at most, and they stood up perkily from her chest. Her areolas were almost navy blue against the turquoise of her skin. She was completely bare between her legs, and I could see her lips were soaking wet as she crawled up on the bed and straddled my body.

“I need to feel it inside me,” she moaned, the way a woman dying of thirst might talk about a glass of water.

Oh my God.

Though she was making me even harder, I had to put a stop this – now.

“Guys, let me go – undo these straps. NOW.”

Sela and Kel looked at each other –

And then pulled their own robes over their heads.

OH MY GOD.

Kel was built a lot like Exa, although with slightly bigger breasts – nice, full B cups that swayed tantalizingly as she wriggled out of her robes. Her pubic hair was groomed into a landing strip of white curls.

Sela I’d already seen naked, but it was a welcome sight to see her nude again.

No, NOT a welcome sight –

I have a girlfriend!

I’m MONOGAMOUS!

“Guys, stop – really, stop, this is not cool – ”

And then Exa took my cock in her hands, raised herself up a few inches, placed the tip right between her lips –

And began to ease herself down, her blue lips sloooowly taking in my pink, swollen head.

I could not believe this was happening.

Part of me was screaming No – but more of me was screaming YES!

The first thing I noticed – other than Exa was dripping wet – was she was incredibly tight. Alaria fit me like a glove when we had sex, but this – this was like trying to shove a softball into a tube sock. The head of my cock got maybe halfway in before it met with firm resistance.

Exa wasn’t giving up, though. She began to groan as she forced herself slowly down on my swollen head.

The physical sensations were nice, but it was her reaction that was amazing.

I swear to God, my head wasn’t even all the way inside her when she started to come. I could feel the contractions around me.

“Oh my GODDESS,” she groaned. “OhhhHHHH…”

“Are you okay?” Sela asked, her voice full of concern.

Exa nodded, her face a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

“How does it feel?” Kel asked breathlessly.

“It’s… so… BIG,” Exa groaned, then forced herself down another half-inch.

Holy shit.

Now I knew how porn stars felt.

It was a good feeling.

Gone was any thought of protesting about my girlfriend.

I just watched as my shaft slowly disappeared inside Exa’s tight, wet pussy.

I could feel the contractions around my shaft. I could feel the muscle spasms, could even see her belly fluttering, the muscles contracting.

It was mesmerizing.

Then she began to rock up and down, just a millimeter or two every time, but she kept forcing herself further and further down.

And every time she did it, she groaned louder, and the contractions got even more intense.

I wasn’t sure how much better this could get –

And then it got a hell of a lot better.

Kel and Sela crawled up onto the bed on either side of their friend. Kel bent her head down to Exa’s left breast and began to suck. Sela reached out and began to stroke Exa’s face, her neck, shoulder, and then her right breast, slowly circling the nipple with her finger.

Out of nowhere, Kel slapped Exa as hard as she could on her ass.

Not only did I hear the smack!, I felt the vibrations through my shaft as well.

Exa grunted lustfully, then bit down on her lower lip and forced herself even faster down onto my cock.

Kel became rougher, biting Exa’s neck and pinching her nipple. Sela became just became the opposite: gentle, sensual, leaning in and caressing her hair, kissing her ear, running her finger down Exa’s thighs.

Exa bobbed up and down a few times on my cock, getting it deeper and deeper – until finally she took all of me, and her pussy settled down against my body.

“Oh Goddess,” she shrieked as she moved up and down, “it’s so good – so good – ”

The other two women basically went full orgy on her, with both of them Frenching each other in a three-way kiss, their tongues meeting outside their mouths, hands clutching each other’s breasts, fingers pinching nipples.

“It’s so BIG,” Exa groaned as she moved her hips in a circle, grinding herself into me.

I was just enjoying hearing a woman say I was big for the first time in my life.

“How deep is it?” Kel asked, her voice filled with lust.

“SO deep,” Exa moaned in pleasure and pain as she rode up and down on my cock.

“Is it thick?” Sela whispered in her ear.

“So thick… so thick… so thick,” Exa chanted, her eyes closed and her back arched in pleasure.

Her sounds began to grow higher in pitch – “unh, Unh, UNH, UNH” – as she bobbed up and down harder, faster. Her voice climbed an octave, then two, and she began to scream, her whole body writhing.

Then she stopped, glistening with sweat and gasping for breath.

“Oh my Goddess,” she moaned as she slowly raised herself in the air, letting my shaft slide out of her with a wet schlik sound. “You have to try it.”

Then she collapsed on the bed beside me.

Sela shook her head, her face a mask of fear. “No. There’s no way that will fit.”

“You don’t have to put it inside you, silly,” Kel teased her. “Just play with it. Put it between your legs and see what happens.”

I had to admit, I kind of wanted her to put it between her legs and see what happened, too.

With a look of hesitation, Sela straddled my lap, took my shaft – which was wet with Exa’s juices – and pressed it right up against her pussy.

Oh God.

She had me right between her lips, although she wasn’t putting me inside her.

“Here,” Kel whispered, “I’ll help you.”

She moved behind Sela and began nuzzling her, kissing her neck, encircling her with her arms and cupping her breasts in her hands, slowly squeezing them and kneading them.

Sela began to moan and move back and forth, rubbing her clit up and down my shaft, riding me in the groove between her lips.

The sensation was amazing. After the Vulcan death grip that Exa had put on me, this was pure sensual bliss. Soft, gentle, wet.

Sela moaned as Kel kept caressing her, murmuring in her ear, softly stroking her hair – both the long white tresses cascading across her shoulders, and the little patch of white at the base of her belly. Not only that, but Kel would give me a little stroke now and then, her hand moving down to fondle my shaft and press it harder against Sela’s pussy.

Oh Jesus…

It was a good thing I’d been coming four or five times a day over the last few days with Tarka and Alaria, otherwise I would have popped off right then and there. But I kept myself from going over the edge.

Sela closed her eyes and arched her head back, lost in the moment. She began to groan – not like Exa’s lustful grunts or high-pitched screams, but a feminine, low sound, slowly building in intensity. She began pressing my shaft against her harder, riding it from the tip of my head down to my balls, her flesh pressing hot and wet against me.

“Goddess… Goddess… Goddess…” she whimpered as she quickened her pace, and then she let out a long, lingering cry as her entire body shuddered.

Kel stopped grabbing Sela’s breasts so hard, and went back to merely cupping them, occasionally caressing her belly and thighs.

Sela’s look of orgasmic bliss settled into a wide smile. She continued to slide wetly up and down my shaft for another minute, then turned and kissed Kel over her shoulder.

“Do you want to play with him now?” she cooed.

Kel grinned. “Yes.”

Sela collapsed on the other side of my body from Exa.

Kel moved into place – but instead of bringing my cock close to her thighs, she just knelt there and stroked it, the wetness from the other two women providing more than enough lubrication. Her fingers played expertly over my head and down to the base, then back up again.

She looked directly into my eyes. “Do you like that?”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned.

She moved her palm up to my head and began to make a swirling motion around it.

“AAAAH!” I cried out.

The head was too sensitive – the sensations were overwhelming, like being tickled when the other person won’t stop.

“How about that?” Kel asked mischievously as she continued to swirl her hand.

“It’s too much – stop – stop – ”

“You want me to stop?” Kel asked with fake sympathy as she kept going.

“Yes – stop – please stop – ”

Her fingers slipped down over my head and slid down the length of my shaft.

“Unnnhhhh,” I groaned, as much from the pleasure as from the release of that overwhelming sensation.

Then she did it again, swirling her wet palm over my crazy-sensitive head.

“Ah – ah – stop, stop,” I begged.

“Say please,” she teased.

“PLEASE, STOP – ”

Another long stroke down my shaft.

“Are you going to put it in you or not?” Exa growled crossly.

Kel laughed. “No way. I want to be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Well, if you’re not going to, then let me do it again,” Exa said.

She gently pulled Kel off of me, crawled over her, then straddled my lap again – but this time in reverse cowgirl. I watched her firm blue ass, mesmerized, as she guided me up between her thighs – then slowly lowered her lips down on my head again.

“Oh Goddess,” she grunted as she took all of me inside her with one long, slow plunge.

“Ohhh, he stretched you out!” Kel grinned with obvious merriment.

“Uh huhhhhh,” Exa groaned.

She began rocking her ass back and forth, back and forth. I watched in delight as she worked my shaft, its pinkness disappearing into her wet blue lips over and over.

“I want some fun,” Kel pouted playfully, then grinned at me and winked. She bent down to my bound hand, her breasts swaying, and took all five of my fingers in her mouth.

Uh… okay…

After drenching my fingers with her saliva, Kel positioned her thighs over my hand, took my forefinger, and slowly slid it inside her pussy.

Even with something as small as my finger, she was incredibly tight. The look on her face was definitely pleased with the sensation – but then she held up a finger to her lips like shhhh, winked at me once again, and reached behind her.

I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I felt her fingers close around my pinky and guide it upwards.

My fingertip touched something puckered and soft – and then she sank down fully, taking my pinky inside her other hole.

The guttural moan that escaped her lips nearly made me come myself.

What the fuck.

Everybody’d been silently mouthing the word for a while, but I guess I was finally experiencing anal.

Just not the way I thought I would.

Kel began grinding on my hand, my index finger deep within one warm, wet part of her, my pinky inside another. She clutched her breasts as tightly she could, squeezing and pulling her nipples so hard I thought she was going to do permanent damage to them. Her face contorted in a mask of pain, but the noises coming out of her mouth were pure bliss.

She even took my wet thumb, pressed it against her clit, and began to grind that against her, too.

Sela was apparently feeling left out, because she leaned over my face and kissed me.

As incredible as the other stuff was – one nubile frost elf riding my jock and another one doing naughty things with my fingers – the softness of Sela’s lips on mine gave me a feeling of intimacy and connection that had totally been missing. The taste of her mouth was sweet like sugar.

She kissed me lovingly and caressed my face and chest.

Then she moved her body across my face, dangling her large, soft breasts in front of me. Her nipple found its way to my lips, and I latched on and sucked as she moaned.

After a minute of that, Sela pulled away and looked me in the eyes, her long hair forming a curtain around my face and hers.

“Will you do something for me?” she whispered.

All other thoughts had gone completely out of my head.

I just nodded like an idiot and said, “Uh huh.”

Then she sat up on her haunches, lifted one knee up, and straddled my face.

Holy shit.

Her wet lips pressed against my mouth, and I could taste her: sweetness like freshly squeezed grapes, mixed with an intoxicating musk. I gently pushed my tongue up inside her as far as I could, pressing hard against the tight constriction of her sex.

Above me, she moaned in ecstasy.

I pulled my tongue out and began to lick the tiny blue pearl at the top of her cleft.

She began to moan louder. Her fingers moved softly over my face and head, stroking my hair.

I lapped at her swollen clit, slid my tongue inside her, and then pulled back out to caress her all over again.

In retrospect I am ashamed to say it, but there wasn’t a thought of Alaria in my head at all.

I was lost in sex heaven – not the intense physical and emotional high I’d felt with Alaria, but an overwhelming of my senses. One woman grinding up and down on my shaft, while another woman was letting me penetrate her not once, but twice. And then finally the third elf pressing her pussy to my mouth, stroking my hair tenderly as I went down on her.

Their sounds were the stuff of wet dreams. Three women getting closer and closer to orgasm, all of them moaning in their own distinct ways, getting higher-pitched, louder, more intense.

Exa’s lusty grunting and panting as she murmured, “It’s so big… oh my Goddess you’re so deep inside me…”

Kel’s anguished cries of pain and pleasure…

Sela’s feminine murmurs and cooing…

I was drowning in female flesh – the scent of their bodies filling my nose, the taste of Sela on my tongue, their bodies sliding wetly across mine, skin against skin, my body inside all three of theirs at the same time.

The only thing I wished was that I could see it all.

My entire field of vision was taken up with Sela straddling my face – and while that was awesome, I still wished I could watch three hot, naked women using me for their own pleasure.

I was almost on the verge of coming. I knew it was going to happen within seconds – especially as the girls’ noises began to increase in intensity, their voices rising almost to a scream.

Then I felt warm water splash across my belly.

I was in shock.

Did Exa just squirt?

I had seen it before in  porn, of course – though no woman I’d ever been with had done it.

But I didn’t see how that could be it.

For one, Exa was facing the wrong way.

Secondly, it wasn’t a thimbleful of fluid – or even a glassful.

We’re talking about a bucket of warm water. Maybe two. My entire torso was doused in warm wetness.

Maybe frost elves are different…

Then all three women screamed at once.

Except… it didn’t sound like pleasurable screaming.

Suddenly Sela was gone from my face as she scrambled in fright across the bed.

Kel was still on my hand and Exa was still impaled on my shaft, but they’d stopped moving and were gazing in stark terror at something off to my left. I’m pretty sure I felt Kel’s sphincter tighten, and it wasn’t from excitement.

I looked over to see what they were staring at.

The ice wall had been melted through entirely with a four-foot-wide hole.

That, I realized, was where the warm water had come from: melted ice spraying all over me.

There stood Alaria, her parka open to reveal her massive breasts and incredible body. Her hands were on her hips, her face was contorted into a rictus of fury, her teeth were bared, and her eyes flashed murder.

Stig stood next to her, his hand covering one eye as though he were afraid to look.

“So awkward,” he muttered.

16

Everything turned into chaos.

Exa and Kel both jumped off me screaming – one almost snapping off my junk, the other nearly ripping off my hand in their haste to get away. I was left groaning in pain, and with another epic case of blue balls.

Sela joined in the screaming. They didn’t even bother to grab their clothes off the floor as they opened the door and ran out into the hallway.

I glanced over at Alaria, who wasn’t even looking at them. She was staring at me like she wanted to make me the tenth master on her kill list.

And then, of course, I said what every idiot caught in a situation like this says:

“It’s not what it looks like.”

Even though it was pretty much exactly what it looked like. I mean, yes, I could’ve fought them off more, I could have cast spells at them, I could have never taken off my pants –

Alaria’s lower lip started trembling like she was trying to hold something back.

Tears?

Pain?

Betrayal?

I felt absolutely fucking awful.

What an asshole I was. She had been coming to save me, and here I had gone and –

Alaria doubled over and burst into laughter. “BWAhahahahaha – oh my Goddess, you should see your face!”

Stig stared at her like she was insane.

“You’re not mad?” I asked in bewilderment.

Alaria wiped a tear from her eye as her laughter died down.

“Well, I guess I am a little annoyed with you for being so preachy about ‘monogamy this’ and ‘monogamy that,’ and then you go and have a foursome without me. Especially one that looked so hot.” She walked over to the bed and started stroking my erection teasingly. “In fact, maybe we should get them back here and finish the job.”

Relief crashed over me like an ocean wave.

Phew, she’s not mad – and she’s not going to pull a Lorena Bobbitt on me.

Then the panic set in.

“As absolutely awesome as that sounds, I think we should probably get out of here before Saykir shows up.”

“Yeah… probably,” she grumbled.

She lit a fire at the end of her fingertips, then starting burning the leather straps binding me to the bed.

“You came back for me,” I said, staring up at her adoringly. In fact, I got a little choked up.

“Of course,” she said like it was no big deal. “You came to rescue me twice – in Abaddon and on the pirate ship. Why wouldn’t I come back for you?”

“Oh… yeah…”

I felt a little disappointed. Maybe I’d been wanting to hear something more romantic, like Of course – because I love you.

But what she’d said was enough.

Apparently, though, it wasn’t enough for her.

“So was it hot?” she asked, obviously delighted and insanely curious.

“…yeah…” I said warily as she burned through the right hand strap and it fell off my wrist.

She looked at me in surprise. “It wasn’t hot?”

“Yeah, it was – I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop and you to pull out a kitchen knife.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head as she started on the left hand. “I keep telling you, I want you to have these experiences. Not only are they super-pleasurable – and why would I want to deny you that? – but maybe then you’ll stop being so jealous about me doing them, too.”

“Mrm,” I grunted.

I wanted to stop talking about it, and I was annoyed by how long she was taking to get me out of the leather restraints – which only gave her more time to talk. “Hey Stig, could you come up here and help her burn these off?”

“Sure thing, boss,” he said, and leapt up on the bed. Then he put his hands together to cast a fireball –

“No, don’t,” Alaria ordered.

Stig looked up in surprise, then glanced over at me.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because they’re magical. I’m not just cutting through leather, I’m breaking down the spell with fire. No offense, Stig, but I think you’re likely to burn his foot off first.”

“Never mind, never mind,” I said hurriedly.

“Aww,” Stig grumped, and jumped down from the bed again.

“So which one was your favorite?” Alaria asked eagerly as she finally burned through the left hand strap and started on my feet.

I blushed beet red. It looked like there was no way of getting out of talking about it. After all, I was a captive audience – literally.

“Well, they were all pretty nice, but…”

“The one riding you was the best, right?” she grinned.

I blushed even more. “She actually just felt okay, but… apparently she thought I was pretty big.”

Alaria laughed. “I’ll bet she did! In fact, I’m surprised she could take all of you.”

I stared at her. “You know about that?”

“Of course. Frost elf anatomy is mostly the same as humans, but there’s a big difference in size.”

“How big is an average male elf?”

She held up a pinky.

“About that. And if he’s huge – ”

She stuck out her thumb.

“ – like that.”

I stared at her in disbelief. “You’re kidding me.”

She finished cutting through the left foot. “Nope. As far as that woman was concerned, you’re hung like a barnyard animal.”

Whoa.

The words ‘You,’ ‘are,’ and ‘hung’ have never occurred in the same sentence regarding me, ever, unless there was a ‘not’ in there, too.

I felt a strange swell of… pride, maybe? Confidence?

Cockiness, if you will? (I know, I know – bad joke.)

But since no woman I’d dated had ever said ‘Wow, you’re pretty big’ (not even ‘You’re somewhat above average’), I had to take my ego boosters where I could get them.

“Almost all frost elf females, though, are built to accommodate this,” Alaria said, holding up her pinky again. “I’ll bet she was tight, wasn’t she?”

“A little too tight.”

She finished up the left foot and started on the right foot, the final strap. “The one sitting on your face was pretty self-evident – but what was going on with the chick sitting on your hand?”

I blushed some more. “Ahem… uh… double penetration, I guess you’d call it.”

Alaria gasped in surprise and joy. “Vaginal and anal?!”

Of all the NPCs I’d run across in OtherWorld, Alaria was definitely not going to be one to quietly mouth Anal.

I nodded, red as a fire engine.

“Which finger was in her ass? Or were there two?!”

“REALLY?!” I asked, irritated at having to talk about this at all.

“YES, really! I want all the details!”

I groaned. “Pinky in the backdoor, pointer in the va-jay-jay.”

“Mmmm… saucy little minx.” Then she winked at me. “We’re doing that as soon as we get out of here. Can’t have you doing stuff with other women you haven’t done with me.”

Holy shit.

“Can we not talk about this right now?” I asked.

“Why?” she cooed, and glanced down at my crotch. “I’d say you’re plenty turned on by it.”

It’s true – even though I was embarrassed, the conversation was fucking hot. And I had the rock-hard boner to prove it.

As soon as she burned through the final strap, I sat up and swung my feet onto the floor. “Turned on or not, we need to get out of here before – ”

“Too late,” Stig whimpered.

I turned around in alarm.

Saykir was standing right in the middle of the doorway and staring at me.

Except he didn’t exactly look sane.

In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody look that crazy, except maybe in cartoons.

One of his glowing eyes was bugged halfway out of his head like it was about to physically pop out of the socket. We’re talkin’ Young Frankenstein Igor eyes.

His jaws were clenched together so hard that I could see the tendons standing out in his neck.

Not just one, but multiple veins throbbed in his forehead.

I stood up from the bed, put my hands out, and said my monumentally stupid line yet again:

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

Then Exa, Kel, and Sela – all still naked – ran up behind him.

“Okay,” I muttered, “this is exactly what it looks like.”

Eluun, Varisa, and six soldiers with spears rushed up behind them.

Then Saykir dropped his eyes down to my crotch and my shrinking but still three-quarters-erect boner.

So did all the women behind him.

There was quite the reaction.

“Oh my,” Eluun said, her eyes wide as she put her hand to her mouth.

Every single female guard gasped.

“I told you,” Exa whispered gleefully.

“SHUT UP!” Saykir screamed at them, and they all backed away in terror.

Varisa was the only one who reacted in disgust – unless you counted Saykir.

His other eye bugged out, his face started to twitch, and his nostrils flared.

“Oh – sorry about that,” I said, blushing furiously as I pulled a fur off the bed and covered my crotch with it. “Look, I – ”

A scream of unbridled rage tore out of Saykir’s throat like somebody had physically ripped it out of him.

“ARRGHHHAAAAARRRR!”

Then he Soul Sucked me.

A bolt of blue lightning blasted from his outstretched hand right into my chest.

I’d done it hundreds, maybe even thousands of times to enemies, but I had no idea what it felt like.

Holy shit was it unpleasant.

It felt like somebody had spiked a drinking straw through my chest and was using it to suck out my heart. Sort of like a human Capri Sun.

Not to mention that my hit points started dropping steadily. 100%… 95%… 90%…

Before I could even react (cuz it ain’t easy to think when your heart’s being sucked out through a soda straw), Alaria summoned a fireball and slung it through the air.

Saykir was apparently too fixated on me to notice what she was doing, because the fireball made a direct hit on the left side of his face, scorching his skin black.

He screamed again and turned his rage on Alaria.

At his level he must have had access to some sort of dual spell-casting ability, because with his free hand he spewed out something I can only describe as looking like Venom’s symbiote: a black, gooey strand of liquid that shot through the air.

If it was a higher-level warlock power, it was a doozy.

And pretty gross.

It splattered across Alaria’s face, all while still remaining attached to Saykir’s hand by a ropey strand of black gunk.

The thing swarmed like an amoeba over her head as she gave a muffled scream.

Saykir whipped his arm through the air and sent her flying across the room, slamming her headfirst into an ice wall.

“NO!” I screamed as Alaria collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

I was still being Soul Sucked, but I had the ability to cast spells even while under attack, so I hit him with Darkfire. (Yeah, I know, a whole lot of good that would do against his 1.2 million hit points.)

Darkfire was the ‘slow burn’ warlock attack. Six seconds of your soul and hit points burning away.

It only did about .01% damage to him, but I felt a savage satisfaction as he grimaced in pain from the black flames dancing over his skin.

I was about to follow up with Doomsday, but I forgot about the Mage.

She got to me first.

Orange light exploded from Varisa’s outstretched hand, and a shockwave slammed into my body.

A message appeared:

Spell-locked: 8 seconds.

More than enough time for Saykir to take his revenge.

“You DARE attack me?!” he roared at me as his Soul Suck spell ended. “After everything you’ve ALREADY done?!”

Then he hit me with a taste of my own medicine.

Black flames shot out of his hand and engulfed my body.

Again, I’d never experienced what it felt like before.

It was even worse than Soul Suck.

I felt like all my internal organs were being roasted on a Waffle House griddle.

I gasped in agony and fell to my knees, watching as my hit points dropped.

57%… 54%… 51%…

“STIG, GET OUT OF HERE!” I screamed.

There was no forlorn look over his shoulder this time. He just scampered into the melted tunnel in the wall like a Chihuahua on crack.

“Master, the imp is getting away!” Varisa yelled.

“Forget the imp!” Saykir raged. “Eluun – heal my face!”

Eluun looked at me in sorrow and panic, no doubt recalling our conversation in the Temple:

Why the hell do you work for him?

But her fear got the best of her, and she waved her hand.

Sparkles of golden energy wafted from her fingertips. When the light faded, the blackened crust on Saykir’s face crumbled away, leaving behind unblemished skin.

Just then the Spell-Lock ran out on my powers. Either the Mage had a cooldown on it, or she just wasn’t paying attention.

I cast Soul Suck on Saykir – partly to raise my own hit points, and partly because I had a plan in mind. If I could just antagonize him enough to kill me, I should resurrect somewhere else outside the reach of his powers.

I wouldn’t be able to save Alaria by dying, but I sure as hell wasn’t doing her any good at the moment. At least it would buy me some time to come up with a plan.

Just to add a little insult to the injury, I screamed, “You shit-sucking son of a bitch!”

I guess he didn’t like that, because he hit me with another one of those symbiotic pseudopods.

It shot through the air and slapped over my mouth. I tried to rip it off, but it was stuck on my face like a goddamn facehugger.

Then – to my horror – it began to squirm its way through my lips.

I clamped my teeth down tight, but the black goo oozed through every available space and filled my mouth.

I wanted to throw up – in fact, I began to throw up – but by then the thing was flooding down into my throat. Whatever was coming up got stopped in its tracks.

Even worse, it began to go down my windpipe and up into my nasal passages.

It was like I was being waterboarded, but from inside my head.

Scratch that: waterboarding is simulated drowning, designed to trick your brain.

I was drowning.

My Breath bar appeared – the counter for how long I could hold my breath. The bar began to decrease, just like I was underwater and swimming.

Of course, having a bunch of living slime invade your nasal passages isn’t even remotely close to swimming, but I guess it was the same as far as the Breath bar was concerned.

The sensation was horrific. I gagged and tried to breathe, but only ended up sucking the black substance down deeper into my lungs.

How the hell is this allowed in the game?!

This is DEFINITELY going down in the QC report.

Saykir watched me, a malicious grin on his face.

But I was almost there.

My Breath counter dropped to zero, and what was left of my hit points began to plummet.

“Heal him, High Priestess,” Saykir commanded.

“My Lord – ” Eluun whimpered, horrified at what was happening to me.

“HEAL HIM!”

Golden swirls of energy flew from her hands into my chest and brought me back up to 50%.

SHIT.

I had been so close to death – and escape.

But I hadn’t been able to inhale and reset my Breath counter, so my hit points continued to tumble crazily.

45% – 40% – 35% –

“KEEP healing him,” Saykir commanded.

“Yes, my Lord,” Eluun whispered, and looked at with me with eyes that pleaded, Forgive me.

Next to her, Varisa smiled nastily, apparently getting off on my suffering.

Saykir strolled over to me, the black symbiote shortening as he drew closer.

“You will pay for defiling what is mine,” he hissed in my face. “You will pay dearly.”

Eluun continued to heal me, and my hit points never zeroed out.

The sensation of perpetual suffocation was absolutely horrific – like drowning in slow motion – yet I was unable to die, caught on the threshold of life and death. It was absolute agony.

Finally Saykir released the pseudopod, and I felt the slime retreat from my throat and nasal passages like wet spaghetti noodles.

I collapsed onto the ground, my Health hovering at 1%.

Saykir walked over to Exa, Kel, and Sela, still naked but now terrified.

“Get out of my sight,” he snarled at them, “unless you want to suffer the same fate as him and his whore.”

They bowed and scraped, then took off running down the hall as fast as they could.

Saykir looked at me and Alaria, who was still unconscious on the floor.

“Take them to separate prison cells,” he instructed the guards. “I will deal with them later.”

The last thing I saw as the soldiers grabbed me by my arms and hauled me away was Eluun staring at me in horror, silently mouthing I’m sorry.

17

The soldiers tossed me into a tiny cell carved out of ice and threw my clothes in after me. Then they shut the iron door, turning the room pitch black.

I fumbled around in the darkness for my clothes. I desperately needed them as a barrier against the cold, hard floor.

After I was dressed, I walked over to the door and searched for some sort of handle in the dark – but there wasn’t one. Obviously it was designed only to be opened from one side.

I sat down on the floor, wrapped myself in my cloak, and wondered how the hell I was going to get out of here.

Stig might be able to lead the pirates back through the tunnel, but would they even come? This was their opportunity to be rid of me and Alaria – and their oath to fly us around the world. Why not take advantage of that?

And who was to say there was even time for them to get here? Any second now, the door might open and Saykir might walk in, ready to execute me.

Or Alaria.

I felt nauseated at the thought of Saykir doing to her what he’d done to me.

I pressed my ear to the cold iron door and listened intently, trying to pick out any screams or wails of agony, but I heard nothing.

I checked my action bar. Her icon was still bright and colorful, meaning she was alive. Same with Stig. They still had the ‘unsummonable’ red outline around their icons, as did all the pirates in my submenu – but that was to be expected. Not only because of Saykir’s shield around the city, but because I couldn’t summon a demon who was already alive.

The next few hours felt like an eternity. I don’t actually know how long I was in there, because time passes differently when you’re alone in darkness and silence. But I put the time to good use, going through my bags and powers, trying anything and everything I could think of.

I cast Darkfire on the door, Darkbolts on the door, Doomsday on the door.

No go.

I tried hitting the door with my ivory scepter, but that did nothing but hurt my ears with all the clanging.

I tried yelling out “Hello?” every so often, but no one ever answered.

The one thing I did that helped was to go into my menu and turn down my sensory settings. I usually kept them at 100% because of all the sex I’d been having with Alaria, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. And such a high setting had an incredible downside when you’re being waterboarded with black goo.

Once I was at 10%, the coldness and the discomfort of the hard floor dropped away to almost nothing. I still had some tactile sensation, but not much.

I started wondering whether I should log out and try to get help when the door finally opened.

I squinted against the light, hoping it might be Eluun –

No such luck.

“So,” Saykir sneered as he stood silhouetted against the hallway. “You finally covered up your disgusting nudity.”

I stumbled to my feet, ready for a showdown, even if it wouldn’t last long –

“Don’t. I have no qualms torturing you again. You thought this was uncomfortable last time?” he asked as the black goop stretched out a foot from his hand. “Imagine eight hours straight.”

Oh shit…

My reduced pain settings would go a long way towards mitigating the horror, but still…

“What do you want?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Want? I don’t ‘want’ anything, except to make an example out of you.”

“I didn’t know you didn’t want me to sleep with anybody!” I protested. “First you sent me off to that damn temple where everybody was fucking like bunnies, and then those three came on to me! What did you think was going to happen?”

“SILENCE!” he screamed. “Are you truly as moronic as you seem? You asked me before why there were no men in this kingdom. You think I did away with them purely because I hate my own kind? Fool!”

Oh yeah…

“It was only three of them,” I protested.

I immediately realized how stupid that was. It’s never a good idea to argue with a cult leader by saying Come onnnn, I only slept with THREE of your private harem.

On the other hand, it was kind of awesome. If you’d asked me two days ago if I would be having a foursome with three hot chicks anytime soon, I would have laughed my ass off. I mean, all those kinky ménages à trois with Alaria and Tarka had nearly blown my mind. Anything beyond that was in The Matrix ‘There is no spoon’ territory.

It was a little harder to see Saykir’s face in the dim light of my cell, but I could tell that my It was only three of them comment had made one of his eyes bug out again.

We stood there for several moments in complete silence. All we needed was Stig around to say Awkward to make it complete.

Partly to break the silence, and partly because I was really curious, I asked, “So… you and them… all the women… you… uh…”

“OF COURSE WE DO!” he screamed.

Silence.

“Oh,” I murmured.

Double awkward.

I mean, I’d figured back in the temple that I’d stumbled onto a harem. I just thought it was a lesbian harem, not the secret playground of a maniacal warlock.

“And now you have defiled all three of them,” Saykir snarled. “I should flay them alive as an example to the others.”

My stomach twisted with fear.

“Look, please – don’t. It was my fault, not theirs, okay?” In an effort to try to save Exa, Kel, and Sela, I started to lie. (Probably laughably.) “I was the one who seduced them – ”

“You?” Saykir laughed, regaining his composure. “YOU are pathetic. You stutter and bumble your way through life, a doormat of a man-child. You couldn’t seduce one of my followers if your life depended on it.”

Okay, that pissed me off.

“I got Alaria,” I snapped. “ And I didn’t have to use a goddamn collar on her to get her to sleep with me.”

Saykir smirked. “That whore will sleep with anyone.”

“No,” I said, “not really. She definitely would have never been with you if she’d had a choice.”

Saykir’s upper lip began to twitch, and his eye popped out a little again.

He looked absolutely insane.

In retrospect, if I had been smart, that was the time to stop talking.

“You are nothing but a loser,” he hissed. “A loser at the beginning, and a loser at the end as well.”

“At least I’m not a rapist,” I spat.

He smirked. “So murder is fine, but forcing a demon to act against its will is not? How virtuous. How enlightened. Your ethics and morality are nothing but a façade to cover your complete and utter inferiority. In the end, we both know what you are.”

That was my last chance to shut the hell up and walk away unscathed.

But I was furious.

Look, I know I’m not some great catch.

I’m not an alpha male, I’m not handsome, I’m not cool.

I’m a geek, pure and simple.

I know that back in the real world, I would never get to sleep with a woman as beautiful as Alaria – and if I did, I would screw it up immediately, one way or another.

But one thing I wasn’t was an evil fucking bastard.

I did care about other people’s feelings.

I did have morals.

I did have ethics.

I did try to be a decent human being.

And I wasn’t going to apologize for that to a fucking piece of shit like Saykir.

I’d backed down from the goblin king and had been bothered by Krug’s reaction afterwards – and the goblin king wasn’t one tenth the prick that Saykir was.

So I hit him where I knew it would hurt him the most.

“Yeah,” I sneered, “we both know what I am: a guy with a way bigger dick than yours.”

You should have seen the look on his face.

It was like I’d punched him right in the solar plexus. All the rage went out of him and was replaced with shock.

Then there was this look of shame and mortification that lasted for just a split second –

Then the rage came back full force.

He hit me with Darkfire and Soul Suck, which dropped me to my knees.

But Darkfire and Soul Suck at 10% sensory levels? Not nearly as painful.

Still not fun, though.

I’d like to say it was all part of my brilliant plan to get him to kill me, but I really hadn’t thought it out that far. My insult was really just a crude, juvenile way to get back at him.

But now that I was already hovering around 60% health, I figured, Why not. Let’s go for broke.

I forced myself to laugh as I knelt there on the floor. That seemed to take him by surprise.

“What’s so funny?” he snarled.

“You said I couldn’t seduce any of your women if my life depended on it,” I chuckled. “But I figure all I’d have to do is whip it out and they’d all come running.”

Oh, that tore it.

He screamed and hit me in the face with the black pseudopod, which immediately began to squirm its way inside my mouth and nose.

Again, a whole lot easier to deal with at 10% sensory levels – but still no picnic, I can assure you. And it was still just as effective at choking off my breath.

I was hoping that he would get carried away and send me over the edge into death, at which point I could resurrect somewhere far, far away.

No such luck.

“PRIESTESS!” he screamed.

My heart sank. I was expecting Eluun to walk around the corner, and I wasn’t sure I could deal with her watch me be tortured again and not start to hate her.

But it was another frost elf, one without the ceremonial headdress that Eluun wore.

She looked pained to see my distress. But she motioned with her hands and golden light flowed into my body, keeping me just outside death’s door.

That basically went on for the next two hours.

And there was nothing I could do to stop it. Couldn’t log out, couldn’t bail… nothin’.

If I hadn’t had my pain threshold set at 10%, I’m pretty sure I would have gone insane.

When Saykir finally finished, he sneered, “Enjoy your last few hours of existence. After I’m through with you, all this will feel like a lover’s caress.”

Then he slammed the door shut behind me, plunging me back into darkness.

As I lay there on the ground gasping for air, I had a couple of thoughts that surfaced through the pain.

One: at least he’d been torturing me and not Alaria. That was a trade I’d be willing to make every day for the rest of my life.

Two: I was a little concerned about the ‘last few hours of existence’ comment. That and the ‘this will feel like a lover’s caress’ part.

Three: as I reflected on whether my insulting Saykir had actually been worth two hours of torture – even at 10% intensity – I thought back to what Krug had said about the goblin king. That if anyone had talked to him like that, he would have killed them.

I hadn’t been able to kill Saykir, but at least I’d gotten in a shot – and a pretty damn good one, at that. One he wasn’t going to forget anytime soon.

Was it worth going through the last two hours?

I thought about the expression on his face when I’d said it, and grinned.

Fuck yeah, it was worth it.

18

A couple of hours later, a small army of guards arrived to take me out of the cell. Varisa the Mage was with them.

“Don’t try anything, or I will use my powers to crush your manhood. Am I understood?” she hissed.

Okay, that got my attention.

I saw another group of female soldiers pull Alaria out of a cell down the hall. She was wearing shackles around her wrists and ankles with metallic coverings over her hands, probably to prevent her from summoning fireballs.

“Are you okay?” I called out.

“I’m fine – are YOU alright?!” she asked frantically. “I heard the screaming – ”

“I’m fine,” I reassured her. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

Varisa snorted and muttered under her breath, “I doubt that.”

The soldiers marched us through the prison side-by-side. At least they allowed us a little time to be next to each other and didn’t stop us from talking.

“What happened?” Alaria whispered.

“Oh, Saykir just tortured me for a few hours,” I said, trying to sound as offhand and badass as I could.

I certainly hadn’t been badass while I was getting tortured, that much was true. But after it’s all over, if you can’t use the experience to impress your chick, what good was it?

She looked at me with wide eyes. “Why?! Did you provoke him?”

“Of course.”

“What did you say?!”

“That my dick was bigger than his.”

Alaria gasped, her eyes big as saucers. Then she let out an involuntary laugh that she tried to stifle by clamping her lips shut.

That was exactly the reaction I’d been hoping for.

“You didn’t,” she finally said, almost in awe.

“Yup. And then I paid for it.”

“Poor baby,” she moaned, and not sarcastically. “Once we get out of this, I’ll kiss it and make it all better, I promise.”

“I’m counting on it.”

In reality, though, I didn’t know how we were going to get through this. I was up against somebody a thousand times more powerful than me with no idea how to defeat him.

And that wasn’t even taking into account whatever horror show he had planned for us.

Oh well.

As Alaria had said earlier, something would come up. It always did.

The soldiers marched us out of the prison and through the icy town. I could tell it was daytime by how bright it was, though the overcast sky blotted out the sun and turned everything into a kind of grey twilight.

We entered the Temple of Pleasure and wound our way through the spiral halls, except this time there wasn’t anyone going at it. The scent of sex was still in the air, but the rooms formerly full of Energetics, Sensuals, Sexuals, and kinksters were all deserted.

As we ventured deeper into the compound, I found out why.

The spiral hallway eventually ended in a cathedral of ice almost as big as a sports stadium. Inside were more erotic statues – some out in the main area of worship, others back in shadowy alcoves built into the walls. A 40-foot-tall ice statue of a naked woman with a crown stood at one end. I was guessing it was the goddess Jaiya. She raised one hand up in the air as a blessing, and held a curling whip in the other.

There were the equivalent of stained-glass windows set into the walls, though it was all carved into the ice. An unfamiliar mythology played out in the scenes. Frost elves engaged in battles, built a city, and received a glowing book from a towering naked woman, whom I assumed was Jaiya. After that it was all a bunch of orgies.

A gigantic dome filled with translucent panes of ice towered over us. Religious symbols were carved into the walls. Hundreds of tiny candles were scattered randomly in alcoves and on ledges, turning the entire place into a fairyland of soft light and shimmering crystal.

It was absolutely beautiful, a true work of art.

Except there was something very strange at the center of it all.

An enormous pit sat in the center of the circular cathedral. At least forty feet across and sixty feet deep, its sloped walls of ice led down to a single point like an inverted cone. So far as I could see there wasn’t anything down there, and it looked unsettlingly out of place in such an architectural and artistic marvel.

Eleven massive, spiky crystals jutted at a 45-degree angle over the pit. Big as tree trunks, they were spaced at regular intervals like the five-minute markers on a clock face. The 12 o’clock spot was different: a long, slender ice platform that arched out over the center of the pit like half of a bridge, suspended midair.

Other than the 40 or so soldiers escorting me and Alaria, the rest of the frost elves were gathered around the edge of the pit. There were probably close to a thousand, all of them women, all of them wearing silk robes, and all of them with frightened expressions on their faces.

I wondered if Exa, Kel, and Sela were out there somewhere, and hoped they were alright.

The soldiers marched us over next to the bridge where Eluun stood in glittering vestments, her face a mask of barely contained terror. She glanced at my face, but was either unwilling or unable to hold eye contact for long.

Varisa left the soldiers with me and Alaria and walked over to the high priestess’s side.

Then the man of the hour arrived.

Saykir strode out from the shadows behind the 40-foot statue. He was dressed in menacing black robes with leather straps and spikes everywhere. He was also wearing a large ceremonial headdress with two curved, onyx blades on either side of his head. It sort of looked like a cross between the xenomorph in Alien and the helmet worn by the Fantastic Four comics’ Galactus, except all black.

If anything, his outfit looked like a more elaborate version of something worn by the kinksters. Specifically the most extreme sadists, the ones who enjoyed viciously beating their partners.

That would actually explain a LOT, I thought.

He glided over to me and Alaria.

“Well,” he asked smugly, “are you ready to meet your end?”

“Do I get to choose?” I asked. “If so, I’d like to have a heart attack while I’m balls-deep in one of your women.”

I don’t know where the bravado came from. If I had to guess, I’d say it came from being tortured for hours. After something like that, you really did not give a fuck anymore. There were no fucks left to be given.

Alaria snorted with laughter, half-delighted and half-shocked. But even she tried to suppress her mirth – which was probably the smarter play in this situation.

Saykir stared at me. A vein pulsed in his forehead, and one of his glowing white eyes began to bug out.

Then he regained control over himself. The pulsing stopped, his eye sunk back into its socket, and he regained his cool exterior.

“You will pay for that, little warlock,” he sneered, then turned and gestured to the soldiers. “Bind them to the ceremonial posts.”

The soldiers marched me and Alaria over to two adjacent crystals about twenty feet away from each other. One unlocked Alaria’s shackles as five spear tips hovered at her throat.

I could see where this was going: they were going to bind us to the crystals and then hang us out over the pit.

Fuck that noise.

I had no idea what was going to happen in the pit, but if Saykir was right and all my previous hours of torture really were going to feel like a lover’s caress by comparison, then I would rather the both of us die right now.

I didn’t think I could goad Saykir into killing us, but I thought I might have a chance with the guards. They might not be expecting resistance.

So I hit one of the warriors with Darkfire.

She yelled in pain – but rather than the guards leaping in and attacking me, they all took five steps backwards.

What the hell?

I cast another Darkbolt – which slammed against an invisible barrier and disintegrated.

I looked over to see Varisa the Mage’s hand glowing green.

Shit.

Saykir just smiled in contempt, then reached out his hand and shot blue lightning through the air. Apparently his spells could go through the magical barrier.

A split second later I was on my knees, grimacing in pain.

“NO!” Alaria screamed. She tried to summon a fireball, but guards grabbed each of her hands – and then the symbiote shot out from Saykir’s sleeve and slammed over her mouth.

Except a single offshoot began to slither obscenely down her body – between her breasts, across her belly, and towards her thighs.

“Stop resisting,” Saykir snarled at me, “or I’ll treat you to hours of watching your beloved being violated. And then I will do what I was planning to do all along anyway. Your choice, little warlock.”

I looked at Eluun.

Tears were running down her cheeks, but she wouldn’t look at me.

I hated her in that moment.

I hated Saykir. Hell, I loathed him.

I hated Varisa, and the guards, and all the other frost elves standing around watching evil being done without lifting a finger to oppose it.

But most of all, I hated my weakness. Hated that I was unable to save the woman I loved.

As I knelt there on the ground, I realized there was no winning this one.

And there was no way I was going to keep fighting if it meant Alaria would suffer even more.

I nodded, defeated.

Saykir smirked and whipped the symbiote back into his palm.

“Proceed,” he snarled at the guards.

They moved us into position and forced us to lie on top of the slanted crystals. Then they pulled our arms back and tied both our wrists and ankles with leather straps that reached around the ice columns. Finally, they pushed our bodies to the side so that we swung around and dangled facedown over the pit.

The pain from my arms getting cranked back was excruciating – and I was pretty sure things were only going to get worse from here.

I looked over at Alaria twenty feet away. “Are you okay?”

“I’ve been better.” Then she called out, “I didn’t know you liked such giant holes, Saykir! Or is it supposed to be symbolic of how it looks right before you stick your naughty bits inside a woman? The relative scale is about right.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“SILENCE!” Saykir screamed, then hit Alaria with a burst of Darkfire.

I winced as she thrashed in pain, and prayed she wouldn’t say anything more.

She didn’t.

Once he was assured of her submissiveness, Saykir walked out on the platform jutting over the pit. He raised his hands for silence, then addressed the hundreds of frost elves standing in formation around the pit.

“Over the last 24 hours I have come to the unfortunate realization that no matter how much kindness I show some of my wayward children – and their friends – they will inevitably betray me and stab in the back.”

Bastard –

“That’s not what happened at all!” I yelled.

A burst of Darkfire left me writhing in agony.

Once he was satisfied I would be quiet, Saykir turned back to his sermon.

“I have tried to embrace the teachings of Goddess Jaiya. I truly have. You know this to be true – we have all worshiped together as a community.”

Ew.

The image of him ‘worshipping’ together with the rest of his ‘community’ was repugnant to say the least.

“But today has drawn me back to the inescapable conclusion that the Old Gods are the most powerful… and they are the ones best suited to deal with this outrage. Sometimes, the old ways truly are the best ways.

“And now… kneel.”

Every single frost elf standing around the pit looked at each other in alarm, then looked to Eluun for guidance.

The high priestess stood there, ramrod straight, her face frozen in panic.

“I SAID KNEEL!” Saykir screamed, spittle flying out of his mouth.

Eluun nodded once, and all thousand frost elves hesitantly got down on their knees. Even the soldiers knelt, their spears held vertically beside them.

Saykir began to chant in a guttural language. Whorls of black energy spiraled from his hands through the air and down to the bottom of the pit, which began to fill with shadows that sloshed and moved like water.

I was wondering what the hell was going on when I saw the first tentacle emerge from the darkness.

Holy shit.

And it wasn’t just tentacles this time. There were misshapen bodies, like statues made of black wax melting in a fire. Mouths with gnashing teeth on symbiote-like stalks. Assorted limbs both insectoid and reptilian, but all made out of oozing black darkness.

As the liquid energy began to fill up the bottom of the pit, larger and larger monstrosities emerged from the shadows to claw and slither their way up the sides. A low, gurgling rumble mixed with screams from some faraway place.

It was like somebody had crossbred Venom, Hellraiser, and the Sarlacc pit from Return of the Jedi.

I gasped as I realized exactly what this meant: Saykir was going to sacrifice both of us to the things in the pit.

The Old Gods.

For me personally, it wasn’t a matter of life and death. No matter what happened, Westek was going to be able to pull me out of the long-term immersion rig. I would survive even if my videogame character didn’t.

But Alaria?

If what had happened to that orange pirate was any indication, Alaria was not going to exist anymore after all this was over.

And that terrified me.

Whatever the tortures I’d suffered at Saykir’s hands, this was far, far worse.

But why would he go to this much trouble? Why all this overkill?

If he wanted to get rid of us, all he needed to do was open up a single portal and throw us in. He’d created a half dozen of them back in the ice canyons.

What he was doing now was severely depleting his mana. The amount of magical energy necessary to conjure a portal of this size and keep it open continuously was immense – and it was exacting a toll on him.

Then I looked around at all the frost elves circling the pit, and I knew why he was doing it.

This was a display of power.

This was meant to terrorize every single person watching.

All to cement Saykir’s status as the unquestioned, unopposed leader of the frost elves.

I remembered what he’d told me:

A single, excessive display of power tends to dissuade future aggressions.

That’s what he was doing now – strangling any rebellion in its cradle.

He wanted fear, submission, and subservience.

If that would save Alaria, then I’d give it to him – my own pride be damned.

“Saykir!” I yelled. “I’m sorry – please, I’m begging you, don’t do this!”

He turned around to face me, his expression one of smug triumph.

“Not so arrogant now, are we?” he sneered. “Not so ‘cocky.’ Or do you plan to use your ‘magic wand’ to save you?”

“Look, I’ll do anything – ”

Alaria stared at me in both shock and anger, like she couldn’t believe how much of a coward I was.

Until I said the next thing.

“ – just spare her. You can do whatever you want with me. Just please, let her go.”

Alaria’s face softened, and I thought she might cry.

Saykir, though, wasn’t moved at all – unless sadistic humor is the same as ‘being moved.’

He burst out laughing. “Fool! I shall savor seeing both of you begin your eternal damnation in the pit of the Ung’aroth!”

I looked down at the shadows rising higher, the tentacles straining towards us. Towards Alaria.

I looked over at her in panic. “Beg him for your life!”

“No,” she refused.

“Look, I’ll make it out of this even if I die, but you won’t! Beg him – PLEASE! For me!”

She looked at me in silence, her expression fearful – and then I think she reached acceptance. A serene calm passed over her face.

“Saykir,” she called out. “If I vow to become your servant again, will you grant me a wish?”

He squinted at her. “Will you wholly and completely submit to me?”

“…yes.”

“Even for a thousand years?”

“Yes.”

“In return for your life?”

“No,” she said as she looked at me. “In return for his.”

My heart nearly broke in two.

But I couldn’t allow her to do it.

“No – Alaria, no!”

But Saykir being an asshole removed the need for anybody to make any sacrifices.

“You can save your entreaties, whore,” he sneered. “No pleasure you can offer could match the satisfaction of knowing your torment shall continue for all eternity.”

Her voice back to normal, Alaria called out, “Well, then, fuck you and your little limp dick.”

The entire congregation of frost elves gasped.

Saykir’s eyes both bugged out, and half a dozen pulsing veins stood out on his forehead and neck. I could see them clearly even from this distance.

“YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT!” he screamed as he doubled his mana output, sending more black energy into the pit.

The shadows rose faster. The tentacles climbed higher.

This was the end.

“I love you,” I called out to Alaria.

She looked at me and said with a deadpan face, “I know.”

My mouth dropped open in shock.

That little –

She burst out laughing, and so did I.

Even in the face of eternal torment, she knew how to get me. I had to admit, she embodied Han Solo better than I ever could.

Then she winked… grew solemn… and mouthed, I love you, too.

My eyes misted up and my cheeks hurt, I was smiling so big. I’d never felt so strong a combination of joy and sadness at the same time.

Then I looked down.

The tentacles were only ten feet away from us, weaving like faceless cobras through the air.

Terror rose up in me like a flood.

“Ian – look at me,” Alaria called out.

I looked over at her.

“Don’t look down. Just look at me,” she said, and smiled sweetly as a tear rolled down her cheek. “I want the last thing we see to be each other.”

I nodded as I choked up. I tried to focus only on her face, burn it into my memory, imprint it on my mind.

This was going to be the last time I ever saw her, and I never wanted to forget how beautiful and sweet and kind she was in that moment.

Suddenly a distant rumbling started above us in the sky.

Not thunder. It was higher-pitched, continuous, and growing steadily in volume.

We looked up in shock, as did the thousand frost elves. They began to back away from the direction of the noise, congregating on the other side of the pit.

Saykir peered up at the dome of the cathedral, angry and confused. “What in the Abyss is that?!”

The rumbling increased until the foundations of the building began to vibrate –

And then the bow of the Revenge crashed through the side of the cathedral, shattering the dome and sending car-sized chunks of ice tumbling into the pit below.

All the frost elves screamed and scrambled backwards.

The only thing that saved Saykir was Varisa casting a shield over him. Gigantic chunks of ice bounced off the invisible bubble and splashed into the pool of writhing darkness below.

As the Revenge gouged an enormous furrow in the ice floor and ground to a halt, a familiar little grey figure hopped up on the prow of the ship.

“Sorry we’re late, boss!” Stig shouted, then leapt off the ship onto the icy ground below.

Holy SHIT.

I guess somebody else got to be Han Solo today, too.

Stig was followed by 50 badass demon pirates screaming at the top of their lungs, shooting fireballs and electrical bolts directly at Saykir, jumping off the deck and using ropes to rappel down to the floor of the cathedral.

There was Krug leading the charge. And there was Shee blasting out her sonic attacks.

A rather non-badass blue demon leapt off the deck, too, got his foot tangled in the ropes, and tumbled like a badly spun yoyo all the way to the icy floor.

“Owwww,” Dorp said in his breathy, high-pitched voice.

I was even overjoyed to see him.

The pirates’ attacks all dissipated against the invisible shield surrounding Saykir, but I could tell it was weakening by the static-like shockwaves that fitzed over its surface.

“NO!” Saykir raged as he shrank back from the barrage of flame and lightning.

I wondered why he wasn’t attacking – and then I saw the reason: his mana bar was close to zero. He’d wasted nearly all his magical power on summoning the Old Gods to the pit.

But he still had somebody else to do his dirty work. Or so he thought.

“CHILDREN – KILL THEM!” he raged.

But the ‘children’ didn’t act right away.

Instead they looked again to Eluun.

The high priestess stood there trembling, unsure what to do.

“Eluun!” I shouted. “Please – we need you!”

Varisa started moving her arms to cast a spell, a look of pure hatred on her face –

That was when Eluun leapt into action.

She swung her arm through the air and hit Varisa with a savage arc of light that knocked the Mage off her feet.

“YEAH!” Alaria and I both howled in delight.

“NOOOO!” Saykir raged as the shield failed and the fireballs and lightning strikes began to pummel him.

Stig scampered around the edge of the pit and came racing up to me.

“Alaria first!” I yelled, and he darted up the ramp of her ice crystal.

“Free my feet first!” she said.

Stig put his hands together and shot a fireball blank range at the leather straps binding her ankles. Unfortunately they must have been magical, just like the ones that Kel had used to tie me up in bed, because they only appeared slightly singed.

“Keep working at it, Stig!” I shouted.

All around us, the frost elves were fighting. The guards seemed to have all gone for Saykir, with nearly everyone else fighting for Eluun. They engaged in a savage battle of spears versus magic, with fire, frost, and lightning blasting through the air.

Though Eluun had a limited number of attacks – she was primarily a healer, after all – she used them savagely, whaling away at the Mage with a fury I wouldn’t have thought possible from her. Varisa was up to the challenge, unfortunately, and gave almost as good as she got.

The pirates were still blasting away at Saykir. Some of them helped the frost elves in attacking the guards, too.

And the Warlock himself? While his hit points were merely dented at 91%, he had no mana left after summoning the Old Gods. He was basically powerless.

Until he pulled out Mana Conversion.

It was a spell I had, too. I’d gained it around Level 7, back before Abaddon.

Mana Conversion meant that I could trade in 25% of my Health for 20% mana. It was the Faustian bargain of spells – the ability to gain back some of your power for giving away a significant chunk of your life force.

Apparently Saykir decided to shake hands with the devil, because I saw his Health drop to 66%, but his Mana bar leapt up to 20%.

And then he did it again, dropping to 41% Health for 40% of his overall mana.

All on his own, he had inflicted more damage on himself than all the pirates could have, combined.

Of course, he wasn’t exactly in the danger zone yet. And at his level, 40% Mana was more than enough to raze a small town.

Plus he had one more ace up his sleeve.

The counterpoint to Mana Conversion was Soul Suck. Yes, with Mana Conversion you gave away your hit points to gain mana – but with that mana you could cast Soul Suck and replenish your Health while doing massive damage to your enemies.

Which is exactly what Saykir did.

Bolts of blue lightning flew from his hands, blasting a swath across the pirate crew as he screamed in rage. His hit points immediately began to creep back up – 42%, 43%, 44%. They probably would have gone back up even faster, but he was taking a constant barrage of damage from the pirates in the form of fireballs and lightning.

Still, Saykir was weakening the pirates, too, and their attacks began to falter as a result.

I watched in horror as Saykir fought back – and appeared to be winning.

Worse than that, he was completely calm. In fact, he was grinning sadistically, as though he was enjoying himself. It had probably been ages since he’d been in a real fight, one where his powers were put to the test, and he seemed to relish the challenge.

Stig finally burned away the leather straps binding Alaria’s feet around the bottom of the shard.

I had been afraid that all that heat might damage the base of the column and cause it to snap off and fall into the pit. I needn’t have worried: the crystal was as thick as a small oak at its base, and Stig’s fireballs had only melted away a tenth of the ice – which had dripped away as water and refrozen almost immediately, like liquid wax congealing on the sides of a candle.

As the leather straps disintegrated, Alaria’s feet came unbound and dangled over the pit. Gravity caused her to slide down the ice post, and she winced as her arms were pulled farther apart by the widening column.

“Alaria!” I screamed.

“It’s all right – hold on!” she yelled.

She lashed her tail onto the crystal and strained, using it to pull her up and across so that her body ended up lying on top of the column instead of hanging from it. Once the pressure was off her arms, she began to burn through the wrist bindings herself.

“Stig, go help Ian!” she yelled. “Do his feet first so he doesn’t topple headfirst into the pit!”

The pit.

I looked down –

SHIT.

Even though Saykir had stopped using his magic, the black liquid still seemed to be growing. The longest tentacles were only a meter away from my feet.

Stig threw fireball after fireball at my ankle bindings. Luckily my boots were on the other side of the ice crystal, because I could still feel the heat as the fire blasted around the curved base.

Alaria finished torching her wrist bindings. Then she leapt down from the column and ran over to help Stig.

The two of them working together greatly speeded the process, and the leather bindings on my feet finally snapped.

My body immediately began to slip down the ice column – but Alaria grabbed me.

“I’ve got you,” she said, and began to pull me around the crystal and onto the top.

I’d forgotten just how physically strong she was. She looked like a supermodel, but she had the demonic strength of an Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Unfortunately, I had slid just far enough for the first tentacle to latch onto my boot.

“AAAAHHH!” I screamed as it began to drag me down.

“STIG, SHOOT THE DAMN THING!” Alaria yelled as she hurled a fireball at the tendril.

Stig tossed fireball after fireball. Unfortunately, he was aiming at the part of the tentacle that was wrapped around my foot.

“OW! That’s hot!” I yelled.

“Sorry, boss. Just trying to save you.”

If only I could take my damn boot off –

That’s it!

“Stig, can you crawl down my body and get the boot off?”

Stig didn’t even hesitate – he leapt out over the squirming pit of darkness and grabbed onto my leg, then shimmied down and began tugging off my boot.

The boot fell away, and with it the tentacle.

Unfortunately, Stig lost his hold on my leg and tumbled down after the boot.

“STIG!” I screamed in horror.

Suddenly something red flashed out over the pit like a whip.

Alaria’s tail grabbed the imp and hauled him back onto the edge.

“Thank God,” I groaned.

“Thank me,” Alaria said tartly as she hauled my body around the ice post and settled me on top of it so I was no longer dangling over the pit.

“Thank you, lady,” Stig whimpered gratefully as he trembled by the edge of the pit.

“Thank YOU, Stig!” I cried out. “And you, too, Alaria!”

“Let’s save the ‘thank you’ circle jerk for later, shall we?” she said as she fried the leather straps still binding my hands.

The rest of the cathedral was in a frenzy. The frost elves were still battling, the pirates were still attacking, and Varisa and Eluun were still dueling.

The Mage had more powerful attacks, but the High Priestess could heal herself, so it was something of a draw – or it would have been, until Saykir saw them fighting. He knew he could end the battle even sooner if he had his Mage working with him, so he turned one of his hands away from the pirates and cast Soul Suck on Eluun.

She screamed in pain as the blue lightning slammed into her body.

Now she not only had to deal with Varisa, but her ability to heal herself was completely negated by Saykir.

Eluun’s hit points began to slip – 56%, 55%, 54% – as Saykir’s Health steadily rose.

He was already back up to 77%, though his mana was hovering around 10%.

At this rate he could do another Mana Conversion spell and start the whole vicious cycle over again.

We had to find a way to distract him. Hell, if we could just get him to keep doing Mana Conversion, that would do the most damage to his Health by far.

All we would need to do then was get him to use up all his mana –

And just like that, I had a plan.

My wrist bindings broke and Alaria hauled me to my feet. My bare right foot was cold against the ice, but I ignored it.

“Come on,” I said, “we have to get to Dorp!”

The three of us raced along the edge of the pit, dodging the frost elf skirmishes until we reached the pirates.

Krug and his crew were valiantly battling Saykir, but the toll was costly. Most of them were hovering around 25% Health. The only thing keeping them alive was he was splitting his attention between them and Eluun.

As soon as Krug saw me, he barked, “You owe me a damn ship.”

Oh yeah…

He’d sworn he’d never bring the Revenge across the Wastes because the engines would freeze up. Apparently he was right – and in doing so, he’d sacrificed his ship to save me.

“Why did you come?” I asked.

“Dorp,” Stig piped up.

“Your little blue friend’s good at laying on the guilt,” Krug growled as he fired off another granite shot across the pit. Then he mimicked Dorp’s high-pitched voice, although his bass rumble didn’t come anywhere close to pulling it off. “He freed you, he sacrificed himself to save you with that avalanche, and you’re just going to leave him to die?”

“Well, thank you,” I said gratefully.

“You still owe me a damn ship.”

“Master?” a familiar voice said.

I turned around to see Dorp looking at me – and I grabbed his big blue pumpkin head and planted a kiss on his forehead.

Dorp just stared at me in shock.

“Thanks for convincing them to come back for me!” I whooped. “But now I need you to create an illusion to drive Saykir crazy.”

“But I can’t see inside his mind,” Dorp said mournfully.

“That’s okay – I know what he’s most afraid of. Can you reach into my mind and see it?”

“No, but I can project what you tell me to.”

“Okay, but let’s hide behind the ship so he can’t see us.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Dorp said, relieved.

Then he, Stig, and Alaria followed me to relative safety behind the Revenge.

19

Saykir did another Mana Conversion while we were setting up.

The spell dropped his Health from 77% to 52%, but gave him back 20% of his mana.

He was still wreaking havoc on the pirates and Eluun when Dorp’s first illusion appeared.

It was me.

Butt naked.

With a raging hard-on.

It worked. Saykir saw it out of the corner of his eye, did a double-take, and then both his eyes bugged out. He stared at my crotch even though he was still casting spells at other things.

“Make the erection look a little bigger,” I said to Dorp.

Alaria smirked. “Of course you’d do that.”

“Shhh,” I hushed her, then ordered Dorp, “Just do it.”

Suddenly my illusion’s boner swelled 5000%. It looked I had a flesh-colored fire hydrant sprouting out of my crotch.

Everybody – me, Stig, Alaria – all jumped back in fright.

“Not THAT big!” I hissed.

Dorp shrunk it down to more normal proportions.

“There – that’s it, right there,” I said, as the boner retracted to the size of a porn star’s dong.

DAMN what I wouldn’t have given for that to be reality.

I was afraid of one thing: with all the changes in size, Saykir would realize that what he was looking at wasn’t real.

I needn’t have worried. He was consumed with jealous rage and insecurity to the point of insanity.

He stopped attacking Eluun long enough to hurl a Darkbolt at my doppelganger.

It worked!

The Darkbolt passed harmlessly through the illusion and exploded on the wall of the cathedral.

Again, I was worried he would figure out what was up – but Saykir’s brain was so far gone, he just tried again with Darkfire.

Black flames roasted the ice around the illusion and dissipated.

“Now do the second thing I told you,” I whispered to Dorp.

My naked illusion reached behind some rubble and pulled out a naked frost elf (also an illusion). He bent her over the pile of ice, then inserted his swollen head between her legs and began to do her doggy-style.

She immediately began screaming with unrestrained passion. “OH GODDESS – OH YES! FUCK ME, HUMAN – FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG, NASTY COCK!”

“Clearly this is fantasy,” Alaria teased me.

“Shhh!”

Obviously it was fantasy. I mean, my junk had gone from normal size to three feet long, then back down to John Holmes territory – and then I’d pulled a naked frost elf out of nowhere. You know, just cuz.

It was basically the most egregiously fake porno ever.

But I don’t think Saykir knew that at all. He was too far gone.

His jaw dropped as he watched Illusion Me bang the bejeezus out of the frost elf, my pelvis slapping against her little blue ass.

Fwap fwap fwap fwap

“OH GODDESS!” she screamed. “I’M COMING – I’M COMING – AAAAAAAH!”

Saykir screamed like a soul in torment.

Then he started using both hands to cast spell after spell at the illusion.

The spells zipped right through and exploded harmlessly on the ice. Darkbolts, Darkfire, Soul Suck, the symbiote pseudopod – nothing could interrupt my porn star debut.

But now, partly thanks to Saykir’s fireworks, we were drawing the attention of everyone else.

Frost elves stopped fighting, one by one, and turned and watched in awe as Illusion Me gave Fake Frost Elf the ride of her life.

Krug turned around, looked at the illusion, and shook his head in disgust. “You people are sick.”

“Just keep hitting Saykir!” I hissed. “And surround him!”

Krug shook his head again, then went back to casting granite cannonballs as he and his crew began to spread out along the pit.

The ruse was working. Saykir was in a frenzy. He looked absolutely demented – both eyes bugged out, mouth frothing, body hunched over as he cast spell after spell, with no heed to the fact that they were passing right through the illusions.

Then his mana ran out.

He stood there, chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon, totally out of power.

I was afraid he might come to his senses, so I hit him with everything we had.

“Do the third thing,” I whispered to Dorp.

Five frost elves (all illusions) ran out of the crowd, stripping off their silk robes.

“Do me, do me!” they chanted, rubbing their naked bodies all over Illusion Ian and kneeling before him in supplication.

In response, Illusion Me roughly slung the woman he’d been doing to the floor, where she collapsed in a puddle of post-orgasmic bliss.

Then he grabbed another frost elf, positioned her exactly the same way as the first, and slid inside her.

“OH GODDESS!” she moaned, gripping the rubble in front of her.

Then he snapped his fingers and directed two other frost elves to stand on either side of him. He pushed down on their backs, forcing them to bend over.

They did so willingly, thrusting their asses in the air.

He gave a quick SMACK! with the palms of his hands on each woman’s butt, setting their flesh to jiggling and both of them giggling with pleasure.

Then he inserted a finger between each of their legs.

“Ohhhhh!” one groaned.

“Mmmm!” the other one moaned.

The he proceeded to fingerbang both of them at the same time he was fucking the one in the middle.

All three women began to scream with pleasure, while the remaining frost elves began 69ing each other at his feet.

Damn… Illusion Me was a rock star.

“Okay, now we’ve gone from fantasy to farce,” Alaria said.

Saykir didn’t think so. He was starring in his own private tragedy, apparently, watching me get all the adoration and worship supposedly due him.

He gripped his hair and began tearing it out. He shook his head and shrieked in rage.

The whole time he was getting slammed by fireballs and lightning, but he barely even noticed. All he could do was watch me rail three of ‘his women’ and listen to them come ecstatically at the same time.

Then he pulled a Mana Conversion.

With all the damage he’d been taking, his hit points dropped to 22% – but now he had mana again.

Which he proceeded to blow by trying to destroy the imaginary porno scene.

“AGGHRRR!” he screamed as he cast Darkbolt after Darkbolt.

“OH GODDESS, IT’S SOOOO BIG!” the woman in the center cried out joyfully.

“BLAAGHHR!” he shrieked as he flung Soul Suck, to no avail.

What was even crazier was that the illusion was apparently affecting the rest of the frost elves, too.

All of them (with the exception of Eluun and Varisa) had stopped fighting and were watching the porno.

Then they began to touch themselves through their robes – caressing their breasts, lightly pinching their nipples, rubbing between their legs.

Robes slipped off and fell to the floor. Armor, too.

The naked frost elves began to kiss each other, their eyes half-closed with desire.

Then they began to lower to the ground, pressing their naked bodies together.

Women’s heads lowered between their partner’s thighs.

Others used their fingers to start stroking clits.

Still others bent their partners over and imitated our illusion, rapidly thrusting their fingers between dripping wet lips.

69 seemed to be the favorite position, though.

And all throughout the cathedral, moans and murmurs and screams of pleasure began to fill the air.

This was working out a hundred times better than I could have hoped for.

Apparently, all you had to do to beat this army was get them hot and bothered.

“Oh… my… Goddess,” Alaria murmured as she gazed out at the mass orgy.

I saw her hand creep down between her legs, almost unconsciously… under the tiny little patch of leather covering her sex… and she began to touch herself.

My erection was nearly bursting through my pants, I was so turned on – but I still had business to attend to.

Saykir was absolutely stark raving mad by now.

He didn’t just have to suffer my massively endowed illusion reaming his willing frost elves; he had to watch his entire army going at each other like rabbits.

He screamed unintelligibly and returned to his central point of hatred: me.

Or Illusion Me, anyway. He blasted away at the porno phantom, paying no heed to the fact that his attacks were accomplishing absolutely nothing.

And the whole time he was getting slammed from all sides by the pirates.

His hit points were dropping rapidly. 17%… 16%… 15%…

“LORD SAYKIR,” Varisa screamed as she was being worn down by Eluun, “IT IS AN ILLUSION! YOU MUST STOP!”

But he didn’t. His hit points kept tumbling.

12%… 11%… 10%…

Varisa cast a final spell. It cost her dearly, because she had to stop battling Eluun to do it. Ten seconds later she was overwhelmed by the High Priestess and fell to the ground, dead.

But she lived long enough to serve her undeserving master one last time.

It was a force field – an invisible wall that started near the hull of the Revenge and began to move outward.

As it shifted, it pushed me, Dorp, Alaria, and Stig out from behind our hiding place and into full view.

As soon as Saykir saw me – the clothed me – he stopped flinging attacks at the illusion. He just stared at me, slack-jawed…

And then screamed in hellish rage.

He was only at 5% Health. He knew he had less than a minute to live. And I guess he decided if he was going to die, he was going to take me with him.

He cast another spell: a symbiote strand from his right hand.

It shot out a hundred feet through the air, grabbed me by the throat, and pulled me towards him.

I slammed down face-first on the ice and began to slide towards the pit.

“NOOO!” Alaria screamed as she grabbed my legs, trying to pull me backwards.

Stig and Dorp jumped in, too, seizing my feet and tugging with all their might.

It slowed me down a little, but it couldn’t stop my inexorable slide towards the pit.

I looked up in horror as I saw the tentacles writhing in the air. They were all around Saykir now, flailing like a nightmarish field of black sea snakes.

He just cackled and foamed at the mouth, his eyes bugged out, as he pulled me in closer.

4%… 3%…

Over to my side, I saw a thousand naked frost elves stand up and watch in horror.

I was just feet away from the pit now.

“You son of a bitch,” I growled, and put everything I could into a Soul Suck aimed right at him.

If I was going down, I was going to make sure I delivered the bastard’s deathblow.

Blue lightning arced through the air from my fingertips into Saykir’s chest.

Any other time, I wouldn’t have stood a chance – not against a Level 70 Warlock.

But at 3% Health? Along with 50 pirates slamming him?

I had a shot.

I saw his face grimace in pain, outraged that I was fighting back.

But then he pulled a Soul Suck on me – and his health began to creep back up.

I saw him grin.

Even if he died, he knew he was going to kill me before the pirates finished him off.

But suddenly the pirates weren’t alone anymore.

“WOMEN – ATTACK!” Eluun roared, and blasted Saykir from behind with a spear of white-hot light.

Every naked frost elf with magical powers joined in.

Red lightning bolts crackled through the air. Blasts of blue, orange, and green energy filled the air and pierced the Warlock’s body.

Saykir’s grin vanished. “NOOOOO – ”

And then, for the coup de grace, Krug appeared behind Saykir on his ice bridge.

The pirate captain summoned one final granite cannonball – but he didn’t fire it at Saykir’s body.

He aimed it at the Warlock’s feet.

The rock projectile blasted through the ice, shattering the end of the bridge.

Saykir fell screaming into the waiting tentacles beneath, which slithered around him in an obscene embrace.

His symbiote was still wrapped around my throat, though, and I got dragged two feet closer.

A tentacle reared up over the edge of the pit and flailed towards my face –

And then the creatures in the pit tore Saykir apart.

His scream filled the cathedral. A tornado of black light roared up from his dismembered body, then collapsed back down into the stygian muck.

The symbiote around my neck evaporated into mist –

But the tentacle from the pit was about to get me.

“NO!” Alaria, Stig, and Dorp screamed as they yanked me backwards and fell on the ice behind me.

The tentacle slapped down where my head had been just a second before.

And then – no longer supported by the magic of the dark master they had just slain – the shadows retreated. The Old Gods were sucked to the bottom of the pit like a flushing toilet full of India ink, and winked out of existence in a cloud of smoke.

It was over.

Silence hung in the room for a split second –

And then a humongous roar went up from everyone in the room.

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAY!” a thousand pirates and frost elves screamed, hugging each other, jumping up and down.

‘20,000 XP’ floated up through the air, and a shaft of golden light enveloped me.

‘Level 14’ appeared, but I ignored it. Instead, I rolled over onto my back and looked at my three demons.

I smiled at them, my eyes misting up. “Thank y– ”

Alaria didn’t give me a chance to finish. She just launched herself on top of me and kissed me passionately, her body pressed hard against mine.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back.

“Ugh,” Stig grunted.

Dorp didn’t mind. In fact, he couldn’t contain his glee. “Master is now the Slayer of Saykir, the Seducer of Frost Elves, the Liberator of Pirates, and the Emancipator of Abaddon!”

Stig looked at him in disdain.

“Fanboy,” he sniffed.

20

The entire city erupted in celebration.

The frost elves all put their clothes back on for it, but, oh well. You take what you can get.

They threw a feast for us in the main hall of what used to be Saykir’s castle, and me, Alaria, Stig, Dorp, and the pirates were the guests of honor. We sat at a gigantic table filled with platters of delicacies and a sweet blue wine that Stig couldn’t get enough of.

Alaria sat on my lap, caressing my hair and feeding me grapes between kisses. “We should sneak back to the ship and have a little celebration of our own with Tarka,” she whispered in my ear.

“Maybe later,” I said. For the time being, I’d had enough of kinky shenanigans.

Well… except maybe voyeurism. Out in the rest of the hall, the frost elves feasted drunkenly at smaller tables, frequently stopping to make out and grope each other. It was a pretty nice sight.

It struck me how Saykir had a paradise here (at least for straight guys and lesbians), then let it all slip through his fingers because of his own insecurities.

There was an object lesson in there somewhere.

…to be examined another day.

“Degenerates,” Krug muttered as he watched all the first- and second-base action going on between the female elves.

Which was an unusual reaction for a pirate. I’d have expected it more out of a Southern Baptist preacher.

But if what Alaria had said about the other demons not having genitals was true, then I guess watching hot chicks make out probably doesn’t do much for you.

Krug turned away from the bacchanalia and looked at me. “You still owe me a ship.”

“You’ll get it,” I told him, though I had no idea how. “Is it fine if we repair the Revenge?”

“Yes, though good luck with getting it airborne,” he growled.

A couple of seats to my left, Dorp was talking nonstop to every elven server unfortunate enough to pass by. “My master is the most famous warlock in the Twenty Kingdoms, and after today his legend will only increase! Listen to everything he’s done – ”

All the servers ran off as fast as they could.

“Fanboy,” Stig grumbled, then started on another bottle of wine.

“Dude, you’re burning up all your previous goodwill,” I said to Dorp in as nice a voice as possible. After all, he had been indispensable to our victory.

“I think I might have something that could help,” a familiar voice said.

We all turned around to see the High Priestess standing behind our row of chairs.

“Eluun!” I said happily.

“Hiiii, Eluun,” Alaria said. She turned and placed her elbows on the armrests of my chair, and folded her hands flirtatiously under her chin.

Hm…

The priestess blushed a deeper blue. “Hello, Alaria.”

Hmmm…

“What do you have that could help?” I asked.

She produced something from the long, open sleeve of her ceremonial robe.

A black leather ball-gag, like the kind they use in BDSM.

Alaria started laughing.

“With your permission?” Eluun asked.

“Uh… I guess?” I said, not quite sure what she was planning to do with it.

She turned to Dorp. “Do you know what this is?”

“No…” he said warily.

“This is the Sacred Mouthpiece of Kwiaytus. It allows the wearer to communicate telepathically will all frost elves – nay, all elves – throughout the entire realm, if only he is quiet and concentrates enough to transmit his message to others.”

“Ohhhhhhh,” Dorp said, now totally enthralled. He looked at her with hope in his eyes. “C-could I…?”

“Of course – it is a gift for you,” Eluun said, bowing slightly. “In light of the extraordinary role you played in the downfall of Saykir, Tyrant of the Northern Wastes. I hope you might use it to sing of your master’s praises to all who would hear. May I?”

“Please,” he said, and sat calmly in his seat as she placed the ball gag in his mouth, then latched the leather straps and buckles behind his head.

“Mmt moo mm moo?” he asked her, his thin lips fitting only half-way over the gag.

“Just close your eyes and think deeply… calmly… of the message you want to impart to all elves here and beyond. If you want, you could try sending a message about your master to the elves in this hall.”

“M-km,” Dorp nodded eagerly, then closed his eyes.

Eluun immediately sent up a flare of light from her hand that attracted the attention of every frost elf in the place.

Then Eluun gestured with her hands for everyone to stand and clap.

The entire hall jumped to their feet and erupted into applause and thunderous cries.

Dorp’s eyes flew open in ecstatic surprise. He looked back at Eluun a split second after she stopped hopping up and down. “Mt mrks!”

“Yes, it does,” she said encouragingly. “You should try broadcasting beyond the Northern Wastes to the other continents – although you should know, it takes a great deal of concentration and silence to reach that far.”

“Mkay!” he mmrphed, then looked at me happily. “Mtr, M mna mm mrm – ”

“Go get ‘em, Dorp,” I said, and flashed him a thumbs-up.

He happily settled back in his chair, closed his eyes, and assumed a position of deep meditation.

Thank you, I mouthed silently to Eluun.

You’re welcome, she mouthed back, then gestured with one hand. “Could I… speak with you?”

“Sure – can Alaria come, too?”

Eluun blushed again, then nodded. “Yes, of course.”

We both got up and followed Eluun to the back of the hall, away from the din.

“I’m sorry about deceiving your demon that way – ”

“DON’T be,” Alaria said. “THANK you.”

Eluun smiled. “The servers were avoiding him, and I noticed your pirates starting to get more and more on edge.”

I made a face. “Yeah… that tends to happen when you’re around Dorp for any substantial period of time.”

I felt a little bad about participating in the lie, too, but how do you deal with somebody who just won’t shut up, no matter how many times you ask/beg/threaten them? I figured it was a relatively harmless white lie that made everybody happy.

“When he finds out that it doesn’t really work,” Eluun said, “just tell him that the magic wore off.”

“Will do,” I said. “So – what’s up?”

Eluun’s face clouded over, and she stared at the floor. “I wanted to apologize to you both.”

“For what?”

A look of anguish passed over her features. “I… I am greatly ashamed that I stood by and let Saykir do such horrible things to you. I was complicit in his evil.”

“Hey,” I said, and put my hand on her arm. “It’s okay. You were afraid. And realistically, if you had stood up to him before, you probably would have died. The important thing is you fought with us when you did. If you hadn’t taken Varisa out, we all would have been goners. So thank you.”

Eluun smiled sadly, tears brimming in her eyes. “You are far too kind, but I – ”

Alaria stepped forward and hugged Eluun, pressing her body tightly against the elf’s. “You were there for us when we needed you. That’s all that counts.”

The High Priestess got a look of surprise on her face. Then she closed her eyes with a blissful smile and hugged Alaria back.

Hmmmmm…

When Alaria finally released her, Eluun smiled gratefully. “If there is anything I can do to repay you, just name it.”

“Well… Krug’s ship is basically toast,” I said.

“…bread?” Eluun asked, confused.

“Uh – destroyed, I mean. Is there any way you can repair it?”

“We are not shipwrights, but if he will guide us in what he needs, then yes, I believe it can be done,” she said. “I shall dedicate every elf in the kingdom to repairing it. We will even barter with the goblin king if need be to return you to the air.”

“Awesome,” I said, then frowned a little. “Do you really think the goblin king will go along with it?”

“Now that Saykir is dead… and if we promise to give him back the land that Saykir took… I think he will be most amenable to a treaty.”

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Eluun looked off to the side, then bowed slightly to us again.

“If you will excuse me, I must tend to something.” She smiled. “Thank you for your forgiveness.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, but you’re welcome,” I said.

Alaria and I both watched the High Priestess walk off, and my succubus made a guttural little unh sound in her throat. “Goddess, she’s hot, isn’t she?”

I looked at her in surprise. “You think she’s hot?”

“Don’t you? Look at that ass.” Alaria bit her lower lip as she stared after her. “I’d like to get a piece of that.”

“You know, she has a crush on you,” I said.

Alaria looked at me in surprise. “Really. She told you that?”

“Yup, in the Temple. She liked you back when you used to live here – and she still does.”

Alaria stared at the High Priestess as she talked to a small group of frost elves. “Huh…”

Suddenly a window appeared in my field of vision.

Message from Administrator:

Mandatory department-wide meeting in 15 minutes.

RSVP: Yes?

“Oh shit,” I growled.

“What?”

“I have to go do something,” I said, annoyed.

“Can I come with you?” she purred, tapping my nose flirtatiously.

“Unfortunately I have to do this alone.”

A look of wariness crossed her face. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. It’s just something I have to take care of.”

“You’re… coming back, aren’t you?”

I looked at her in surprise. “What? Of course I am!”

“Oh,” she said, and laughed in relief. “Alright.”

“You’re the one I have to worry about sneaking off,” I teased.

She smiled, then put her arms around my neck and got right up next to me. “Only after we have sex.”

“So I’m safe until we do that, huh?”

“Yes,” she whispered, and kissed me.

We made out for a while – until the window chimed again.

“Damn it,” I said, breaking off our kiss to hit Yes. “Wait for me, alright?”

“Of course,” she said as she turned to walk off. “Don’t be too long.”

I couldn’t resist – her ass just looked too inviting.

So I spanked her.

Whap!

“Oh!” she exclaimed in delight. “Well, well – somebody’s up to some new tricks.”

“We’ll have to try a few of them out when I get back. Just don’t sleep with too many frost elves in the meantime.”

She laughed and said mockingly, “I thought we were going to be monogamous.”

I grinned. “We’ll talk about that too. When I get back.”

She raised one eyebrow like Really?

“I’m looking forward to it,” she drawled, then turned and went back to the celebration.

I went around a corner and selected ‘Log Out’ from the menu, and the castle faded to black.

21

Damn I hate meetings.

My manager John Perkins stood in a big conference room packed full of a hundred people and gave an update on the immersion rig’s progress. Everybody munched on donuts and sipped coffee as they listened.

John even name-checked me during his speech.

“Our newest QC tech, Ian Hertzfelder, has really shone in this area. He spent his first week at Westek immersed in the game, and we continue to get great data from everything he does.”

He skipped the whole ‘we screwed up and he couldn’t log out’ aspect, but I can understand him not wanting to dwell on that part.

“Not to mention he’s been invaluable in QCing the adult portion of the 7.0 update,” John continued. “So let’s all give a big hand to Ian.”

I blushed about the ‘adult’ comment, wondering what everybody thought.

Most of the guys just looked super jealous as they clapped.

Bro-Dude from Sales gave me a HUGE thumbs-up and grinned like YEAAAAAH!

I just smiled tightly and nodded, and then John continued with his presentation.

I’d found out after they took me out of the rig that I was never meant to actually be testing the sex portion of the game, which was slated for release next year. It only happened because the malfunction that kept me in a coma for a week had somehow bled over into the adult testing portion of the servers.

So thank GOD for that malfunction.

When they found out what had happened, they talked about reversing everything so I couldn’t have sex anymore. Of course, I put my foot down and said, NO, I’m testing the adult portion of the game, too. Period. They owed me for putting me in a coma for a week, so they gave in.

Funny how accidentally getting put in comas gives you a ton of leverage.

The rest of the meeting was boring as hell, but something interesting happened afterwards.

A geeky guy walked over to me from a group of even geekier-looking guys picking over the donut table. He looked like an Indian version of the actor Jay Baruchel – tall, skinny, black unruly hair, thick plastic-rimmed glasses. He was dressed in khakis and a light blue oxford with a t-shirt beneath it.

“Hey… you’re Ian, right? The Level 14 Warlock who just beat Saykir?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah, I am,” I said, surprised he knew those details.

“Awesome. I wrote that one,” the guy said, and put out his hand. “I’m Satish.”

I shook his hand. “Holy shit – really.”

“Yeah. I gotta say, you beat him very… creatively.”

“That wasn’t the way it was supposed to go down?”

“Phrasing,” one of the donut table nerds shouted, and the whole group snickered. Satish just rolled his eyes.

“Well, whatever way it happens is how it happens. But no, I kind of envisioned the scenario as you winning over Eluun and the rest of the frost elves to help you beat Saykir. I mean, you did that in the end anyway, but that wasn’t really the decisive factor in your victory. Cool psychological workaround.”

“Uh… thanks.”

I was really hoping this guy hadn’t seen any footage of me parading around with my wang out. I know it was Illusion Me – and if anybody had to see me naked, I’d prefer it be the supersized porn-star version – but still.

Satish shouldn’t have been able to see anything at all, since one of my conditions for continuing in the job was no video feeds. But I wanted to be sure.

“You weren’t… watching it, were you?”

He laughed. “No. I just get the event logs. Text and code, that’s all.”

Phew. Thank God.

“By the way,” I said, “all that stuff you wrote about Goddess Jaiya was awesome. How’d you come up with that?”

“Oh, all that’s real,” Satish said nonchalantly.

I stared at him. “Say what?”

“Well, obviously she’s not a goddess, but there’s a real-life Jaiya. She’s a sex therapist who came up with the whole Energetic, Sensual, Sexual, and Kinky classifications. I figured since it was an adult part of the game that I’d put in something useful. You know, something somebody could use on a date in the real world.”

“As if you ever WENT on dates in the real world,” the wisecracking geek called out.

“SHUT UP!” Satish yelled back, then smiled apologetically at me. “Freakin’ nerds.”

“Well, I thought it was awesome. One of the best parts of the adventure.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that.”

“Um… one piece of advice?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe tone down the torture.”

“…torture?”

I raised my eyebrows. “From Saykir? That Venom symbiote thing?”

“The Lash of Ung’aroth, right – what happened?”

“I basically got waterboarded with it for a couple of hours.”

“HOLY SHIT,” he said, obviously distressed. “Oh my God – I am so sorry – that was – oh jeez, that was supposed to be a threat he made, not a real thing – I am SO sorry – ”

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” I said, putting my hands out. “I had my sensory levels down to 10%, so it was bearable. But you might wanna take care of it for the beta testers.”

“Yes, oh my God, I am so sorry. I’ll remove that right away.”

“Sounds good.” I jerked my thumb back towards the hallway. “Well, I’ve actually got to get back – they’re all celebrating without me.”

“Cool. Go have fun, man.”

“Nice meeting you.”

“You too.”

I started to leave, then paused and turned back. “Hey – do you know who wrote the Hark Silo character and that whole Star Wars parody thing?”

One of the donut table guys raised his hand, a big hippy dude who looked like Erlich Bachman on Silicon Valley. He was also the nerd who had been cracking jokes at Satish’s expense.

“Uh, that would be me,” he said smugly.

I jabbed the Finger of Doom at him.

“LAZY WRITING!” I barked, then left the room.

22

When I logged back in, the celebration was still going full swing.

As I walked through the hall, the first person I came across was Eluun. She looked startled when she saw me.

“Oh – I was afraid you might have left.”

“No, I just had to step away for a little while.”

She forced a smile. “I just want to say again that I am so very sorry for what I did. I – ”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing. You came through when we needed you. That’s all that matters.”

“Yes, well… you are very kind. If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you – besides the ship – please let me know. I shall forever be in your debt.”

I stood there thinking.

Should I do it?

…why not?

“Actually, there is a favor I’d like to ask you,” I said. I was too embarrassed to say it out loud, so I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

When I pulled back, she was blushing a deep blue and her eyes were wide.

I panicked a little. “I didn’t mean to offend you – ”

“You didn’t,” she reassured me. “It would be an honor to do what you ask. In fact, it seems more like an undeserved reward than a favor. But… are you sure?”

“Well, we’ll know in a few minutes.”

She nodded, then told me where to go to make the surprise happen. I thanked her, smiled, and then left the hallway and entered the main room.

A dozen or so frost elves waylaid me next. From the low-cut necks of their robes and all the skin they were showing, I was guessing they were Sexuals.

Exa was with them. She slinked up right up to me and ran her fingertips down my chest. “Ian, you were so brave when you fought Saykir.”

“Thank you – although, really, everybody was brave. Thanks for your help,” I said to the group.

My suspicion about them being Sexuals was confirmed when most of them didn’t look up from my crotch.

“You know,” Exa giggled, “I kept telling everyone about how well-endowed you are, and nobody would believe me. Then everybody saw for themselves during the battle. I was wondering… could you come with us and show my friends… in person?”

Whoa.

“Oh my Goddess,” one of the elves moaned excitedly, “it’s getting bigger.”

“I can see it!” another one cried, then bit her lip.

It was true. It was definitely getting bigger.

I frowned. “What you saw during the battle was an illusion – you know that, right? It’s not that big.”

“Oh yes it is,” Exa said smugly to the rest of the group.

They started pressing in on me, their hands rubbing my thighs, and several of them actually grabbed my junk through my pants.

“Please, Ian,” they moaned.

“Please show us – ”

“I want to see it – ”

“Can I play with it, Ian?”

“I gotta go, I got a girlfriend,” I said as I hurriedly extricated myself from the group and ran across the hall.

When I got back to the table, Alaria was lounging in my chair, legs curled lazily over the armrests, throwing grapes up in the air and catching them in her mouth. Dorp was still meditating with the ball gag. Stig was nowhere to be seen.

Alaria grinned as I walked up. “I see you’ve got a fan club going.”

I blushed. “You saw that?”

“Kind of hard not to.” She smirked suggestively. “You can take advantage of it, you know. If you want to.”

I looked back at the group of Sexuals, who were standing over at the edge of the hall. They all waved coquettishly when they saw me looking at them.

As hot as it was, it was still a little freaky.

I looked back at Alaria. “I don’t think so. It’s a little weird when people are after you for just one part of your body.”

“Tell me about it,” Alaria said, deadpan, then glanced down at her chest. “Although in my case it’s two.”

Then she looked up in the air as though pondering something.

“Well… there’s also the obvious part they’re after, so I guess that’s three.”

Then she looked over her shoulder at her ass.

“Make it four.”

“Now you’re just bragging,” I said.

She grinned. “Just a little.”

“You know, there’s one thing I regret not doing when I… well, when you walked in on me during the… you know.”

“Not inviting me to join in?”

“If we’d had more time, yeah. But I wish there had been mirrors. I would have loved to see what it all looked like.”

What I really would have loved was a private video feed recording everything. Me having group sex with four hot women? No matter how much I was in love with Alaria, that would have been spank material for the ages.

Alaria frowned. “Why didn’t you just cast that spell you use to spy on stuff?”

I stared at her for a second – and then almost slapped my forehead in exasperation.

The All-Seeing Eye!

I could have had full-on ‘porno vision’ of everything going on around me.

Dammit.

“You’re brilliant, you know that?” I said.

She popped another grape in her mouth. “I try.”

I looked around. “Where’s Stig?”

Alaria gestured with her head down at the floor.

“Stig, are you alright?” I asked, even though I couldn’t see him.

A drunken voice wafted up from under the table.

“…yesh bosh… hic…”

“You need anything?”

“…you could… pash down annuder bottle… hic…”

“I think we need to cut you off – hey!” I said indignantly as Alaria took one of the nearest wine bottles and slipped it under the table.

“Let him have his fun,” Alaria said. “He did save our lives.”

“…thanksh, lady… hic…”

I offered her my hand. “Why don’t we leave the drunk imp here and go have some fun of our own?”

She raised an eyebrow and smiled, then took my hand and stood up. “I do believe I’ll take you up on your offer, sir. You sure you don’t want to invite a couple of your female admirers along?”

“Is that something you’d want?” I asked as I put my hand on the small of her back and guided her away from the hall.

“It could be fun,” she purred. She draped her arm around my shoulders and ran her fingers through my hair. “But… I want to be with you, so if you don’t want to do it, that’s fine.”

“Maybe some other time,” I said as we walked down a hallway. “Tonight I have something else in mind.”

“Oooooh, what?”

I opened a door and ushered her into a sumptuous room with a canopy bed.

Eluun was standing there waiting, her cheeks blushing dark blue and her nipples poking hard and firm through the front of her robe.

Alaria stopped in shock, then looked back at me.

I smiled at her as I closed the door and locked it. “You okay with this?”

“Oh HELL yes,” she said breathily, then kissed me hard on the mouth. Then she walked over to Eluun.

Eluun whispered, “Alaria, I… I wanted to – ”

Alaria put a finger on her mouth to stop her from speaking, then kissed her gently on the mouth, almost caressing Eluun’s lips with her own.

There were so many beautiful contrasts: Eluun’s thinner body pressing up against Alaria’s voluptuous curves. The icy blue of Eluun’s skin and the fiery red of Alaria’s. Eluun’s silk robes and relative modesty next to Alaria’s near nudity.

As they kissed, their hands begin to roam each other’s bodies. First they lightly touched each other’s waists, then slowly sought out other curves. Alaria’s hands reached down and sensuously cupped Eluun’s ass, and Eluun let her hands rove up to Alaria’s chest, where she caressed the upper swells of her breasts.

I just stood there watching, my erection growing harder and harder. Finally – rather than being a passive participant – I decided I was going to get in on this myself.

As soon as I raised my sensory levels back up to 100%, I stepped forward and begin to touch both of them. My right hand traced down Eluun’s back, and my other hand gently stroked Alaria’s wings.

Alaria moaned into Eluun’s mouth and the high priestess smiled. Then both women began kissing me and pressing their bodies against mine.

Oh my God, this was heaven. I tasted Eluun’s nectar-like sweetness, then savored the hint of cinnamon on Alaria’s tongue. Then we all met in a three-way kiss, the women’s lips seeking out mine at the same time.

Then the clothing began to come off, piece by piece.

Eluun put her fingers in Alaria’s thong and slowly tugged it down past her thighs. I undid the catch on her bra, and the leather cups fell away from her crimson breasts. Her areolas were still smooth, but her nipples were hard and pointy, so I knew she was getting turned on.

I crouched down on one side of Alaria, Eluun knelt down on the other side, and we both pulled off her thigh-high boots. Within 60 seconds Alaria went from clothed – or as clothed as she ever gets – to completely naked.

We kissed our ways back up her thighs, her belly, her arms, and let our fingertips softly roam across her breasts and ass.

Alaria slowly moved the neck of Eluun’s robe off to one side, exposing first one blue shoulder, then both. As they gazed into each other’s eyes, Alaria pulled the robe down further until Eluun’s cleavage was revealed. Then Alaria put one finger between Eluun’s breasts and pulled slowly… the robe sliding down centimeter by centimeter…

I stood there hypnotized, just staring at Eluun’s breasts as the robe exposed the edge of her areolas, an almost royal blue against the sky blue of her skin.

Then the robe pulled past her erect nipples, slipped completely off her breasts, and fluttered to the floor, revealed her body in one fell swoop.

Jesus she was hot. Smaller breasts than Alaria’s, but still a large D cup, maybe even double D’s, firm and shapely. A thin waist with narrower hips than Alaria’s, but she had a surprisingly luscious, round ass for such a thin frame. And she had a curly tangle of white hair between her toned thighs.

Alaria leaned in towards Eluun. I watched as her dark red nipples brushed against Eluun’s dark blue ones, then as Alaria’s larger breasts slid across Eluun’s until both of their chests were pressing firmly together.

GOD I wanted to jerk off to that sight so badly.

Eluun shivered as my succubus whispered in her ear, “I can’t wait to lick every part of your body… but somebody else’s clothes need to come off first.”

Eluun’s eyes flew open and she laughed. “I think you’re right.”

Both women turned towards me – Eluun’s breasts jiggling slightly, Alaria’s breasts swaying heavily side to side.

I was wondering if maybe I had died back there in the battle with Saykir and had gone to heaven.

Eluun helped Alaria lift my shirt over my head, then they both proceeded to take off my boots. Eluun knelt in front of me and began to undo my pants, but paused and stared at the bulge behind the cloth.

She looked up at Alaria with a questioning look like, You’re sure this is okay?

Alaria smiled down at her and nodded.

Eluun licked her lips like she was incredibly thirsty, then pulled down my pants.

I’d been rock-hard for the last 10 minutes, so little Ian sprang out like a Jack-in-the-Box in front of her face.

There was an involuntary gasp from Eluun, and she stared at my member with open-mouthed shock.

“By the Goddess…” she whispered.

That was a reaction I never got tired of.

It certainly wasn’t one I’d ever gotten outside of the Northern Wastes, that was for sure.

“It’s bigger than anything else you’ve ever seen before, yes?” Alaria asked with delight, then winked at me. “Unless we’re counting that over-the-top illusion earlier today.”

“It’s huge,” Eluun whispered, still staring at my erection in awe. “I’m not sure it will fit.”

Alaria grinned. “Oh, don’t worry about that, we’ll make it fit. How about right now?” she asked naughtily, lifting Eluun up to her feet.

“No, not yet,” I said. “I want to try something before we start that.”

Alaria looked at me with an expression like Oh-ho, what have we here?

“Learn some new techniques?” she purred.

“Actually, I did.”

I leaned over and whispered in Eluun’s ear, and the high priestess smiled.

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” she agreed.

Alaria frowned. “What are you two planning? I want to know.”

“You’re about to find out,” I teased as I lightly pushed her backwards.

Alaria collapsed onto the silver furs covering the bed, and her breasts jiggled gorgeously as she sprawled out on her back.

She moaned and writhed against the softness of the furs. She stretched luxuriously, then slid her arms and legs out a couple times like she was making a snow angel. Once she was finished, she looked from me to Eluun. “All right – what perverse, naughty thing do you have planned for me?”

“Nothing perverse. Though hopefully it’ll be very naughty,” I said, and nodded to Eluun.

Eluun knelt on the bed next to Alaria’s chest.

I parted her crimson legs and lay down on the mink-like furs between them.

Alaria looked from me to Eluun, then back again. “What, you’re going to go down on me and she’s going to watch?”

The tone of her voice suggested this wasn’t that big a deal, and we were kind of silly for thinking it was.

“Not exactly,” I smiled. “Do you promise to behave and let us do what we want for a while?”

“Sure, why not,” she said in a bored voice, like a snotty teenager who thinks she knows it all.

“Good,” I said, and lowered my head between her legs.

Rather than lick her, though, I got my lips as close as I could to her skin, but didn’t quite touch her. I let my nose gently brush her thatch of black curls – enough to tickle a couple of hairs, but no more. And I breathed slowly and gently on her lips, on her hood, on her clit, my breath hot and damp and soft as a whisper.

Meanwhile, Eluun had stretched out her fingertips above Alaria’s left nipple, slowly circling it just a few millimeters above it in the air.

At first Alaria seemed confused.

“What are you…”

Then she shifted uncomfortably, moving her hips from side to side.

“What are you doing?” she asked in a deep, sultry voice – though it wasn’t a put-on. She was getting really turned on. I could tell from the ever-increasing scent of her sex, the heady aroma of cinnamon and vanilla that filled my nostrils.

I edged as close as I possibly could to her clit without actually touching it. My lips were so close that I swore I could feel her wetness in the air molecules between us.

But I still didn’t touch her.

The women shifted so that Eluun was sitting with Alaria’s head in her lap. Eluun used both her hands to circle Alaria’s breasts, just above her nipples, never touching them.

“What is this, some exercise in frustration?” Alaria asked, and I could hear the sexual tension in her voice.

I had wondered if Eluun’s motions would actually turn Alaria on, but now I had visual proof of it: her dark red areolas were small and contracted, and her nipples were fully erect and standing straight up from her breasts.

Meanwhile, my lips were within a millimeter of Alaria’s clit. I could feel the heat radiating off of her.

“Lick it,” Alaria moaned.

“Not yet,” I whispered, and the puff of air made her body twitch.

“Ian, you’re killing me – just lick it,” she begged. “PLEASE.”

“In a minute,” I teased, and kept my lips as close to her as I could.

“You guys,” Alaria whined in a frustrated voice, “this isn’t fair – just do something!”

In answer, I extended the tip of my tongue and barely touched her clit, and then for just a second.

Our contact was so soft that I almost didn’t know whether I had actually touched her or not, except I felt something like a warm, gentle surge of electricity between her tiny red pearl and the tip of my tongue.

“Oh,” Alaria moaned, and her eyes rolled up into her head.

Eluun used her fingertips to gently brush the tips of each of Alaria’s nipples, but only for a brief second.

Alaria moaned again. She arched her back and pushed her breasts in the air, trying to force herself against Eluun’s fingers – but the high priestess raised her hands, denying Alaria what she wanted.

I moved down a little bit, careful not to touch Alaria, and positioned myself so that I could see her lips – swollen with desire, wet with her juices.

I gave one long, slow, feathery touch of my tongue, trailing up between her thighs, so soft that she might not have known for sure whether I had licked her or not.

“IAN!” Alaria cried out, and her face was contorted in pain. “For Goddess’ sake, DO something! PLEASE!”

I moved back up again and just gently touched the tip of my tongue to her clit, then immediately withdrew.

The reaction was instantaneous.

The muscles between her legs spasmed once, a mini orgasm.

I was delighted.

This stuff really works! On an Energetic, anyway…

Alaria was writhing on the bed now, trying to force her crotch up into my face, trying to get more touch, more friction, more anything. But I continued to deny her, keeping my head away and my tongue in my mouth.

“Ian, please, just fuck me – please, Goddess, I’m BEGGING you – IAN!”

“Settle down. You promised us we could do whatever we wanted and you wouldn’t move.”

“But you’re killing me,” Alaria moaned as she gripped the furs beneath us, scrunching them up in her fists.

“Just a little longer,” Eluun promised.

We kept on like that for another four or five minutes, my tongue just barely touching Alaria’s clit or lips.

She was moaning continually now, and every single touch caused another contraction between her legs. Her muscles fluttered for one or two seconds at first, then three or four seconds, then five and six.

Within minutes Alaria was almost crying.

“Please!” she cried out, her face contorted in both pain and pleasure. “Suck me, touch me, lick me, fuck me, do something – you win, I give up. You’re killing me, both of you – please, just fuck me already! PLEASE!”

I looked up at Eluun. She smiled, then nodded. It’s time.

I waited until Eluun moved out from underneath Alaria’s body. The priestess bent her head over Alaria’s left breast and began to greedily suck her nipple.

At the same time, I started between Alaria’s ass cheeks and began to lick upwards, going deeper and deeper inside her cleft, until I reached the tip of her slit, where I pulled out and licked my tongue heavily across her clit.

Alaria basically exploded with pent-up sexual energy.

As she screamed, I could feel her muscles fluttering beneath my tongue.

I wanted to feel more, so I slid two fingers inside her. She was so drenched that they slid in effortlessly all the way.

Jesus – the sensations were amazing. I could feel her muscles spasming with flutters of vibration.

“OH MY GODDESSSS – UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH – ”

I watched Alaria’s entire body go rigid as a board, her hands nearly ripping the furs in two she was coming so hard.

Eluun not only greedily sucked Alaria’s breast, but clutched her other tit with her right hand, pinching the nipple hard.

Alaria’s orgasm finally subsided after about 30 seconds, and she lay there completely spent. Her skin was covered with a light shimmer of sweat, her legs were still quivering, and muscles were still fluttering in her belly.

Alaria sighed contentedly, a huge smile plastered across her face. “Alright… that was worth the wait, I’ll admit.”

Eluun and I both laughed as we lightly caressed her skin.

“Who’s next?” Alaria asked, then looked down at me. “I think we should do something nice for our high priestess.”

I nodded. “Sounds good to me.”

Alaria rolled over and pulled Eluun down on the bed next to her. They lay like that on their sides and began to kiss – softly and sensually at first, then deeply.

I moved up between Eluun’s legs and parted her thighs. Her lips were slightly darker than the rest of her body. I stroked the thatch of curls above her clit and marveled at how soft her hair was – like down. Then I turned my attention an inch or two lower.

She’d obviously been turned on the entire time, because she was drenched. Tiny droplets of moisture ran down the insides of her thighs. I could smell her – sweet like white wine, with musky undertones of desire.

I looked up and watched, hypnotized, as the women fondled each other – Alaria’s red fingers cupping Eluun’s breasts, and Eluun barely able to get her dainty hands around Alaria’s more larger, heavier ones. But they played and caressed and tweaked each other’s nipples as they continued to French kiss, eyes closed, lost in pleasure.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hotter sight in my entire life.

It turned me on so much, I had to get involved.

I leaned down between Eluun’s thighs and began to lick. Softly at first, starting on the outside of her lips, then slowly moving in closer to the center.

She began to moan louder, then she rolled over onto her back and butterflied her legs open for me.

Alaria moved with her, settling on top of her, her breasts pressed against Eluun’s upper body as they continued to make out.

I kept licking for a few seconds more, then slid my tongue inside her.

Damn she was tight. Just like Sela and Exa.

I pressed as deep inside her as I could, then began to move my tongue in and out of her slowly.

She groaned as she continued to kiss Alaria – a higher-pitched, feminine moan. I decided I wanted to hear more of that, so I began to lick her hood, then slowly lifted it back with my fingers so I could caress the little blue pearl beneath. I lapped at her softly, barely touching her clit with the wet tip of my tongue.

That’s when the moaning really started in earnest.

I felt a soft hand on my head as Eluun put her fingers in my hair and urged me to lick her harder.

So I did.

Her entire body began to quiver, and I heard her muffled cries in Alaria’s mouth –

“Mm… mm… mm… mmmmmm…”

Then I felt another hand in my hair – just as soft, but with longer nails.

I lifted my eyes. Alaria had gripped my hair, too, and she was pushing me down on Eluun even harder.

I wasn’t sure how I should feel about this – but damn it was hot.

I began really going at it, stroking Eluun hard and alternating with fast taps of the tip of my tongue on her clit.

Both women’s hands gripped my hair and moved my head back and forth, up and down, as Eluun’s moaning got louder and more intense.

“mm – mm – Mm – MM – ”

Then I figured, why shouldn’t Alaria have some fun, too?

As I continued to lick Eluun, I reached up and found Alaria’s thighs by touch. She opened them wide for me.

I slowly eased two fingers inside her, soft at first… and then began to stroke inside her, caressing her g-spot with my fingertips.

Deeper, more guttural moans began above me, though they were muffled by Eluun’s mouth.

“MmmrrrMMMM…”

I kept on like that for over two minutes, licking Eluun and stroking inside Alaria. Both women began murmuring even harder as they kissed each other.

“Mm – mm – mm-mm-mm-mm-MMMM – ”

Suddenly they broke off their kisses and gripped each other’s arms and breasts in a frenzy as they came, each staring into the other’s eyes.

“Uuuunnnhhhh!” Eluun moaned.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” Alaria groaned.

Then their cries subsided, and I stopped licking and stroking.

“I think we should give back a little to our warlock,” Alaria murmured to Eluun. “What do you say?”

“Most definitely,” the frost elf smiled.

The two women pulled me up between them and settled me on my back. They began to kiss me – first one, then the other. While one’s tongue slid over mine and I drank in the taste of her mouth, the other would whisper in my ear or kiss my neck.

Both of them traced their fingers across my chest, gradually going lower until Eluun ending up stroking my shaft – sensually, slowly, softly – while Alaria tickled my balls.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I moaned.

“Well, we better not let you come from just a handjob,” Alaria cooed. “That would be a waste.”

Then she and Eluun moved down my chest and belly, kissing and licking, until they reached my thighs.

They began to kiss each other at first, right over my raging erection – and then, little by little, they lowered their heads and touched me.

A kiss here on my shaft… a lick there around my swollen head… until finally they were making out with my cock between their lips, their tongues swirling around me and into each other’s mouths.

Occasionally they would look up at me and grin; Alaria would wink mischievously. And then they would go back to kissing each other with me between their mouths.

I just lay there in bliss, trying hard not come so I could continue to watch.

Alaria shifted around on the bed so that she was facing my feet, then got up on all fours with her ass incredibly close to my head.

Eluun followed suit, and soon I had a gorgeous red bubble-butt on the right side of my body and a firm, blue yoga ass to my left.

Then they began taking turns deepthroating me.

Alaria was first.

“Oh my God,” I gasped as I felt the wet, soft warmth of her mouth envelop me all the way down to my base.

She moved her head up and down several times, then took me out of her mouth and offered me to Eluun, who gently wrapped her own soft lips around me.

Each one took a turn for ten or twenty seconds, then traded off. I could tell the difference tween their mouths with my eyes closed. Alaria liked to apply gentle pressure as she sucked, becoming more insistent as she bobbed her head up and down. Eluun was nothing but luxurious softness, a sensual wetness that glided up and down my shaft until I could feel my tip pressing against the back of her throat.

But I didn’t just want to feel it. I wanted to see it.

I cast All-Seeing Eye and had it float between the two women.

Stopping myself from coming was hard enough when I was basically blind; now that I could see them, it took everything in my power to stop from popping off.

I loved watching their mouths wrap around me – Alaria’s deep crimson lips, Eluun’s dark blue – and the way their eyes closed in bliss as they slowly sucked my cock. While one woman had me, the other would watch hungrily, a look of erotic need on her face as my pink shaft disappeared into the other’s mouth. Then she would eagerly take my shaft back and plunge her mouth down on it greedily.

I shouldn’t have cast the Eye. It was too much.

“Alaria,” I gasped, “I’m going to come.”

Alaria quickly removed me from her mouth with a wet pop!

I groaned – until I figured out what she was doing.

“You want the honors?” she grinned at Eluun, and offered her the wet, glistening head of my shaft.

Eluun nodded, overcome with lust, and took me greedily in her mouth. At the same time, Alaria reached her hand down and tickled my balls.

I saw everything with the Eye, and it sent me over the edge.

I felt an overwhelming pressure building up inside me, and suddenly I was coming in Eluun’s mouth.

“OH FUCK – OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK – ” I hollered.

Instead of looking surprised or disgusted or any of the other things previous girlfriends of mine had done back in the real world, Eluun looked like she was coming herself. Her eyes closed in bliss, her brow furrowed, and she kept moving me back and forth slowly between her lips, the soft, wet, gentle pressure adding to every spasm of pleasure.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” I murmured over and over again as I watched her suck me. Alaria watched with a huge grin on her face.

Then Eluun withdrew me from her mouth – swallowed – and licked her lips like she wanted to savor every drop.

Alaria put one finger out, tilted Eluun’s head towards her, and they began to kiss.

Not only that, but Eluun continued to stroke my wet shaft with her hand, keeping me hard as could be.

Holeeeeee shit.

After they kissed, Alaria took my cock back from Eluun and purred, “I’m jealous. He hasn’t even come in my mouth yet.”

Eluun looked slightly alarmed. “Oh – I’m sorry – ”

“Don’t be,” Alaria smiled. “He will soon enough.”

And then she slipped me back between her lips and started to go down on me again.

OH MY GOD.

Then the Eye winked out, and I couldn’t see their faces anymore.

Damn it –

I was still hard, that much was for sure, especially with Alaria’s attention. While it was paradise just to lie there and feel her take me in her mouth, I decided to do something nice for both of them at the same time.

I licked both the forefinger and middle fingers on my right hand, and very softly inserted them into Alaria’s pussy.

“Mmmm,” she murmured as I entered her.

I began stroking her g-spot again in a curling motion. Since she was lying on her stomach, it was the same sort of motion you might use in Vegas at a blackjack table to say Hit me.

She was loving it. She kept rocking her ass backwards, trying to get me deeper inside her. She moaned louder, too, though her groans were somewhat stifled by my shaft in her mouth.

I licked both fingers on my left hand, too, and tried to slide them between Eluun’s lips – but she was so tight, all she could take was my index finger.

“Oh!” she cried out.

“Are you okay?” I asked, alarmed.

She moaned, then answered, “Don’t stop.”

I began to ease my way inside her, gently withdrawing then moving deeper.

Within twenty seconds Eluun was moaning and writhing her hips.

Alaria looked back over her shoulder, saw what was happening, and smiled.

“I think it’s time for Eluun to feel a big one inside her. What do you say, honey?” she cooed to me.

I knew I would never hear Alaria refer to my junk as a ‘big one’ in any other circumstances – but damn it felt good to hear it right now.

I looked over at Eluun hesitantly. “Only if – ”

“YES,” the High Priestess interrupted as she nodded enthusiastically.

Alaria giggled, pushed Eluun gently onto her back, then curled her finger at me. “Come here, stud.”

I got up on all fours and crawled across the bed, my heart pounding wildly.

Eluun looked fearfully at my jutting erection just a few inches above her body.

“You’re going to love it,” Alaria whispered as she nibbled at Eluun’s ear.

“Are you ready?” I asked the frost elf.

She hesitated, her eyes on my swollen rod – and then she looked into my eyes, bit her lower lip, and nodded.

“Just go slow,” she whispered.

“I will.”

“This is going to be fun,” Alaria giggled.

I grabbed my shaft, lined up with Eluun’s slit – and then gently eased in the tip.

I was wet from both women going down on me, and Eluun was absolutely drenched, so there was no friction whatsoever. But if I thought she had felt tight with just my finger, that was nothing compared to what happened with my cock.

Her mouth made an ‘O’ shape as her eyes widened.

“Just relax,” Alaria whispered in her ear, and stroked her breasts gently. “Just relax and take it in.”

Eluun nodded, never taking her glowing white eyes off of mine. We stared at each other as I eased forward half an inch –

“Go slow,” Eluun begged. “Go slow.”

Damn, I thought this was slow.

I tried what I did earlier with Exa, where I would rock forward a centimeter, then ease back out, then rock forward just a few millimeters deeper. In, out, in, out, gradually going deeper an eighth of an inch at a time.

Every movement of my hips caused Eluun to gasp. With pain or pleasure, I wasn’t quite sure – and then it became readily apparent.

I was only two inches inside her when she began to moan, “Oh Goddess – I’m going to come – I’m going to come – ”

“Come for us, baby,” Alaria murmured sexily into her ear as she grabbed Eluun’s breasts.

I could feel Eluun’s contractions around me. I decided to keep doing what I was doing, since that seem to be working. So I eased out a little bit, then eased in a little bit more.

Eluun started digging her nails into my back as she whimpered, “Goddess, it’s so big… so thick…”

I actually wasn’t over the moon about her tightness; it was a little too much for me. I much preferred being inside Alaria, and not just because I was in love with her.

However, if you ever get a chance to be with a Sexual woman with a really small va-jay-jay – or at least one significantly smaller than your junk – I highly recommend it. Feeling like a porn star, even for a little while, is the biggest ego booster ever.

Alaria laughed gleefully and kissed me. Then she settled back down and French-kissed Eluun as I continued to press deeper inside.

“Oh Goddess, he’s so deep – he’s so deep,” Eluun moaned.

Alaria glanced down and gave a wry smile. “He’s only about halfway, darling.”

“I don’t think I can take anymore…”

“Stay right here for now,” Alaria instructed me. “Just let her get used to you for a second. Maybe rock side to side and put pressure on her in different places, but no thrusting yet.”

“Okay.”

I can’t tell you how weird it was to get instructions from the woman I loved about how to fuck another woman… but it was also pretty damn hot.

I begin to circle my hips the slightest bit. Apparently that was the magic ticket, because Eluun began to moan and writhe. She went back and forth from French kissing me, to French kissing Alaria, to moaning out loud and clutching my ass. “Oh my Goddess… it feels so good…”

“I think she’s ready for a little light thrusting,” Alaria grinned. “Slow and not too deep.”

I began to rock my hips back and forth, no more than an inch or so.

Eluun’s eyes rolled back in her head and she began making guttural, animalistic grunts. Within 30 seconds she began rocking her hips in time with mine.

“Deeper,” she grunted, her eyes closed. “Go slow – but deeper.”

I went from shallow to long, easy strokes.

Alaria watched with delight, and occasionally pushed my body a little to the side so she could suck on Eluun’s breasts. But then she would go back to watching. I felt her hand stroking up and down my back, squeezing my ass, delighted with everything that was taking place.

After the weirdness that had occurred with Tarka, this felt far more intimate and way more natural.

I was moving in and out of Eluun now without too much trouble. She was absolutely drenched, which made it easier for me to slide in and out of her.

“You think you can handle all of it?” Alaria whispered in the elf’s ear.

Eluun bit her lower lip, looked at Alaria – then nodded.

“Do you think you can handle it hard and fast?”

Eluun looked up at me. “Start slow… but then you can do anything you want.”

I looked over at Alaria. She was grinning like the cat who ate the canary.

“You heard her, stud. Start off slow, but then fuck her brains out.”

I pulled all the way out, then slid 3 inches in… all the way out, then slid 4 inches in… all the way out, then 5 inches in. I got to the point where my head was just about to pop out of her body – and then I would drive back inside her in one long stroke.

Eluun was moaning in pleasure now, her hips rocking, her upper body pulling up off the bed involuntarily as she leaned into my deepening strokes.

I begin to go a little faster. A little harder. A little more aggressively.

Alaria began to finger herself between her legs, playing with her clit.

Eluun moaned like an animal and grunted every time I bottomed out inside her.

“Harder,” Alaria ordered, a delirious joy in her voice.

I started slamming into Eluun, my hips smacking into her thighs.

Eluun screamed with each individual thrust, her body shuddering in ecstasy.

“Harder?” Alaria said in Eluun’s ear.

Eluun nodded, her eyes closed, her face contorted in bliss.

I started thrusting harder.

“Faster?” Alaria asked.

Alaria nodded even more vigorously.

Within seconds I was going full speed – double time, triple time, our bodies smacking together wetly as I fucked her as hard and fast as I could.

Alaria was lying next to us, her eyes locked on Eluun’s face, her mouth open in an ‘O’ of sexual delight. Her fingers were moving so fast between her thighs that her hand was a crimson blur. I could hear the wet schick schick schick of her fingers between the slaps of my pelvis against Eluun’s body.

“Oh Goddess – oh Goddess – GODDESS – GODDESS – ” Eluun screamed.

“Fuck her!” Alaria cried out, and ground her body against both of ours. I could feel her hand between her legs as it bumped against my leg, schick schick schick schick. “Fuck her HARD!”

Holy God Almighty –

There was a long, unbroken scream from Eluun that must’ve lasted 10 seconds. I wasn’t sure whether she was coming or dying.

Alaria screamed at the same time, her body doubled over, and her face contorted in pain and pleasure. “OH – OH – OH – OH – ”

Eluun stopped me with her hands on my chest.

“No more,” she gasped, her entire body flushed and dripping with sweat, her eyes barely open. “No more, I beg you, I can’t come anymore right now…”

I stopped moving, though I stayed inside her.

Alaria came down from her orgasm, then laughed gleefully and gave me a long, wet, French kiss.

When she backed away, her eyes were shining, and she looked like I’d given her the best gift ever. “That was HOT. Did you come?”

I shook my head ‘no.’ As fun as everything had been, I just wasn’t as big a fan of Eluun’s Vulcan death grip as I was of Alaria’s more relaxed fit.

“Then I want you inside me,” Alaria murmured. “I want you to come inside me.”

I nodded, then looked down at Eluun. “Would you do something for us?”

“Anything,” she sighed, exhausted. “Except more of what we just did.”

I bent down and whispered in Eluun’s ear, and her eyes widened. She smiled and nodded.

“Hey,” Alaria pouted, “no secrets.”

“You liked the secret last time,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, but it almost killed me. You better not be doing that again.” She paused. “Tonight, anyway.”

“Don’t worry,” I promised, “no frustration this time.”

I pulled out of Eluun’s body – which prompted one more blissful, guttural groan – and then settled onto my back on the bed.

“You want me on top?” Alaria asked.

“Sort of – but turn around.”

She straddled me with her ass facing me. “Reverse woman on top?”

“Just put it inside you,” I ordered.

I watched her lift up on her knees, grab my cock, and position my swollen head right at her slit. Then she slowly slid down my pole, my pink shaft disappearing inside her red, luscious lips.

OH MY GOD.

That sight was one I would never get tired of – and the sensations were amazing.

Alaria started to bob up and down, grunting in pleasure –

Until I reached up, grabbed her waist, and pulled her down onto me.

Now her wings and back were pressed against my chest, although I was still inside her.

“Oh,” she said, pleasantly surprised. “I like it when you take charge like that.”

I wasn’t exactly deep inside her, but that wasn’t the most important thing. Not with what I was planning.

I started kissing her ears and neck, and she sighed with pleasure.

I reached around her body and grabbed her breasts, then slowly begin to caress them, tracing my fingers around her nipples.

“Oh Ian,” Alaria whispered.

I begin to rock my hips back and forth. Because of the angle I wasn’t going very deep, but the head of my cock was pressing against her g-spot.

“Unh,” she grunted in a low voice. “Goddess that feels good.”

Then Eluun joined in, moving in between both our outstretched legs.

Now was the perfect time for the Eye, so I cast it again and moved it into position. Through its magic I could see my shaft moving in and out of Alaria.

Eluun slowly lowered her head to Alaria’s lips, stuck out her light-blue tongue, and began to lick Alaria’s clit.

It was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

Alaria gave one long, sustained moan. “Ohhhhhhhh…”

I grasped her breasts harder and begin to thrust faster.

“OHHHHHH…”

I could hear Eluun lapping wetly as I watched her go down on Alaria. In fact, she began to lick me as well, her tongue gliding along my shaft as I pulled out, sometimes even licking my balls as I slammed back inside Alaria.

But mostly she just played with Alaria’s clit – circling it, toying with it, taking it between her lips and lightly sucking.

She also stuck her hand between her own legs and began to play with herself. I repositioned the Eye to get a good view of her ass jutting up into the air. In the inverse ‘V’ of her thighs, her fingers moved over her pussy, penetrating her lips with one finger over and over as she groaned in pleasure.

I raised the Eye up a little so I could see Alaria. Her face was in rapture, her eyes closed, her mouth open wide as her breasts bobbed up and down under my hands.

“Oh goddess, oh goddess, oh goddess,” she moaned with every thrust.

I locked my feet on top of hers, keeping her in place, and began to bite her neck gently.

“OHHHHH…”

I was awash in femininity. I could smell the perfume of their bodies, feel the softness of their touch, the bliss of being inside Alaria, and the soft wetness of Eluun’s tongue. And the sounds they made… Alaria’s husky groans, Eluun’s higher-pitched sighs…

Alaria’s moans gradually stepped up an octave. She put her hands on top of mine and pressed me even harder into her breasts.

“Oh goddess, Ian – oh goddess – oh Ian – IAN – IAN – ”

Her face contorted in overwhelming bliss and she screamed. “AAAAAAAA – ”

I felt warm liquid trickling over my shaft, my balls, my thighs.

Alaria had just squirted.

That sent me over the edge. I bellowed as my own contractions hit hard and fast and I spurted deep inside her.

Eluun screamed along with us, and all our orgasmic cries filled the bedroom in a symphony of sexual bliss.

Finally, long after my own spasms were over, Alaria’s body went limp on top of me. Her head collapsed next to mine, and she turned to me and kissed me.

“I never did that with any other man,” she whispered.

Eluun crawled up next to us, her face flushed with orgasm. Alaria pulled herself off me and rolled limply to my right. Eluun settled in to my left. Both women put their heads on my chest, murmuring contentedly as I stroked their hair and shoulders.

We stayed like that for a long while, napping, until eventually Eluun pulled herself up from the bed.

“I’ll leave you two for now,” she smiled, “but I hope we can do more of that.”

“Count on it,” Alaria said drowsily.

Eluun bent over and gave each of us a soft, lingering kiss, and then grabbed her robe and quietly let herself out.

“See?” Alaria teased, poking me in the ribs. “Monogamy’s overrated.”

“I’m beginning to see your point.”

She sat up on her elbow, suddenly awake. “You are?”

I made a face. “I still don’t want you sleeping with other men.”

“Oh, all right…” she grumbled, settling back down against my chest. “But that means I get to sleep with women. Lots and lots of women.”

“Do I get to sleep with any of them?” I asked jokingly.

“Oh, so you’re not Mr. ‘I Only Want To Make Love To You’ anymore?” she teased.

“If you don’t want me to – ”

“Of course I do, dummy,” she said, and pecked me on the cheek. “Trust me, I’m looking forward to a lot more nights like tonight.”

Hot DAMN.

Alaria nestled sleepily against me, one leg hooked over mine.

“…lots more nights like tonight…” she yawned.

Fear brushed across my neck. “I need to ask you something.”

“…what…?”

“Will you be here when I wake up in the morning?”

There was a pause. Then she propped herself up on her elbow again. She stared down into my eyes and smiled, her face full of love.

“Yes.” She kissed me deeply, then let her lips linger against mine as she whispered, “I promise… I will be.”

And she was.

That was enough.

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SUCCUBUS 2 - Hell To Pay

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- Hell To Pay

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- SUCCUBUS LitRPG - a quality control tech meets his dream girl inside a video game. Turns out she's a demoness.

- DEAD MAN GAMING LitRPG - a safecracker has to infiltrate the Russian mob, who are posing as a bunch of orcs in a virtual reality video game.

- OPERATION ZODIAC Sci-fi - elite American military group uses bleeding edge tech to fight the wars of tomorrow.

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