Hunt for the Necromancer- The Complete Series, page 2
part #1 of Hunt for the Necromancer Series
Defeat Astra.
As if on cue, the demoness pulled a whip, previously coiled and held on her back. She snapped it against the floor with a violent crack that made the red-haired warrior jump.
I advanced, but it was a ruse. Even if it was a demo, I wasn’t about to attack blindly, without knowing some of her moves. Luckily, she fell into my trick and I watched her whip cracking on the place I’d been a moment before dodging.
She turned to me with mad eyes, but I wasn’t a level 10 for nothing. I was fast enough to slash her once across her back before she stepped back and prepared to attack once more. This pattern stretched on. She attacked, I ducked and slashed. Soon enough, she learned not to trust my ruses, so instead of using one, I just attacked, slashing her ribs over and over before she jumped away.
I was starting to get out of breath with all the jumping and ducking. The weight of the sword in my hand suddenly felt real, the muscles of my arm starting to tire. And I loved it. The battle flowed and there was no kind of lag even with all the jumping around, and action-and-reaction. Here and there, I even slipped a look at the warrior and she still balancing on the tips of her toes. She was not forgotten on the background as some unimportant detail.
The demoness was gasping by now, the whip scratching the stone floor as she pulled it behind her. I knew it was just a matter of time before I won and got whatever my prize was going to be.
I couldn’t wait.
So I threw cautious aside and lunged, sword ready to kill. A yell escaped me, and I was too strong for her to stop the blade with the handle of her weapon. I watched her eyes widen as she knew her fate was inevitable. The sword came down upon her and slashed her handle in half. It still had momentum as it slashed her shoulder and chest.
Defeat Astra brightened for a moment before fading. Even with the straight slashes, the demoness was not bleeding as she fell to her knees, gasping. I breathed hard too, stepping back and around her. Though the objective on the corner of my vision had already disappeared, I was careful to watch her as I approached the rope by the sconce and lowered it, releasing the knot from the red-haired’s lithe neck.
“Thank you,” she breathed, her eyes glimmering as I turned my attention to her hands. Her chest rose as she breathed in. “I’m Brianna.”
“Marc,” I replied more by habit than anything else. After releasing her, I turned to Astra, who now watched us from over her shoulder, her brows furrowed. She adjusted herself the slightest, tilting her hips so I could see the curve of her ass under the shorts.
Brianna massaged her wrists, huffing. “It’s good you brought her under your control. Her minions had been destroying the village for the past fortnight.” She shook her head, pressing her lips together. “I came up here to see if I could win over her, but it was no use. I thank you, sir Marc.”
I blinked at Brianna, but I couldn’t lie. Half my attention was pinned to the slow movements Astra’s ass were making above her ankles. What the hell was she doing?
“No problem,” I answered, my throat dry. The room seemed to heat up quite a bit. “Are you going to arrest her or something?”
Brianna smiled, backing up a couple of steps until her back touched the wall. “No. She’s under your control. You do whatever you want to her.”
My jaw slackened. “What?”
Brianna cocked a brow, her cheeks acquiring a pale pink color. She pointed a finger to her neck. “You know. The leaders you win are yours to command. That’s what the magical leash is for. It’s a symbol.”
I looked back at Astra, her lips tipping up as she batted her lashes at me. For sure, there was a thin, iridescent purple chain around her throat. Like a leash. A leash that marked her as mine. “I have the whole night… Master.”
My dick stirred. That was a kink I didn’t even know I had but hell, it was a good one. Astra repositioned once more, half-turning to me as she pressed her arms under her tits. Her nipples forced against her top, round hard points under the lace. “No one ever managed to defeat me. I’m impressed,” Astra purred, her wings fluttering shut. Licking her lips, her voice went down to a moan, “Master.”
I shivered. Slowly, I let myself smirk. I could see what the game was doing - and I loved it. “So you’re mine. To command.”
She nodded, turning completely to me without standing. “And I have to do anything you tell me.”
“She has,” whispered Brianna from her place by the wall. She stared intently at Astra, her cheeks vividly red, but she didn’t leave. She didn’t as much move from where she was.
“Anything?” I tried one last time, my hands going to the belt of my pants. It was an R-Rated game, after all.
Astra fell to her hands, crawling slowly until she was kneeling right in front of me, her fingers closing around my shins. Her bright red eyes stared straight to my crotch, her mouth half-opened as she swallowed. “Anything, Master.”
Breathing out, I undid my belt. Before I could put my pants down, her long fingers were already at work, releasing my cock to the warm air of the room. It twitched as I watched her from above. The demoness swallowed as if her mouth had been watering, her eyes glimmering in desire as she stared at my cock. “Go on,” I ordered. “Suck it.”
The demoness opened her mouth wide and took me in. She first sealed her lips around the head of my member, her warm tongue touching the tip and sucking any precum that stood there. I groaned, closing my eyes with the delicious feeling. She closed a hand around the base of my cock, the other quick to massage my balls. She licked the head for another moment before engulfing the rest of it, her lips gliding all the way to the base of my cock. She swallowed and I could feel her throat tightening around the head, a moan escaping my mouth before I could help it.
Astra slid my cock out and in again, moaning around the head as she took me all the way in once more. Her tongue licked me senseless, and I wanted to close my eyes and savor it. At the same time, I loved watching her nasty mouth stretched around my cock. The hand that held me by the base let go as she engulfed me down her narrow throat, sucking me hard. She was wet, hot as an oven and so fucking perfect. Her warm hand slid down my thigh as her nose touched the skin over my cock, and she picked up speed. I watched as her eyes blinked up at me, full of lust, and she led her hand to the hem of her own shorts, unbuttoning them. I couldn’t pull my eyes away. Her fingers slid inside, her throat closing around me as she touched herself. Her red eyes fluttered shut with the moan that followed. It was hard to picture something more exquisite than a fucking demoness stroking herself as she sucked me off.
My balls were tight by now but I didn’t want it to end. I wasn’t sure when the game was going to leave me, but I knew it wouldn’t let me have all that fun. A squelch caught my attention behind me and I turned my head to look over my shoulder.
Brianna was still backed against the wall, her red locks messily down her shoulders, her face flushed. Her mouth hanged half-open as a moan escaped her lips. The warrior’s tits bounced with her movements as both her hands were under her skirt, one holding it up, the other sliding over a pink clit that glistened with her arousal. She gasped loudly, distancing her legs as one of her hands pulled her lips apart, her gaze ablaze as she noticed my attention. She slipped two fingers inside of her and pumped, her thumb massaging her clit.
I clenched my jaw, snapping my eyes back to Astra as she bobbed her head, slurping as she took me in. The hand inside her shorts didn’t stop as she kept on moaning around my shaft. I breathed in then held my breath, the familiar tingle running up my spine. I curled my fingers around Astra’s head, holding her in place as she sucked even harder, gazing up at me with flames in her eyes.
My orgasm exploded in her mouth and I groaned as I held her head in place. Shuddering, I pumped against her again and again, not giving a fuck about what she’d think about it. Pleasure shot through my veins, blinding me. She took everything in and milked me, drinking every drop as if starving for it. A moment later, she hummed against my cock and I opened my eyes to watch her own orgasm, her eyes rolling back, her throat clenching as she moaned. Behind me, Brianna cried then screamed, a long pitched gasp as she still pumped her fingers inside her pussy, her pleasure squirting against her hand and down her muscled leg.
I tried to control my breathing as I patted Astra’s head, my mind foggy. She let my cock out of her mouth but still, she licked it, watching me as she sucked one of my balls inside her warm mouth. I shivered, watching her amazing tits bouncing as she licked me completely clean.
My dick was still hard though, and my mind sharpened as I watched Astra press her tits against my leg. I couldn’t wait to put my hands there. I looked over my shoulder to Brianna, her breathing ragged as she rested her head against the wall, eyes closed in ecstasy. Her own perfect breasts, different than Astra’s but perfect nonetheless, rose and fell with every breath and I couldn’t wait to put my hands there either.
“Master,” Astra called from her knees, the lace of her top scratching my leg. Lust was still clear in her pupils as her hand ran up and down my thigh. “More,” she asked, purring with such intensity my cock twitched up immediately. “More, Master, please.”
She pressed herself against me once more, clutching my cock between her fingers. I looked for Brianna and she was already back to herself, approaching me and holding the rope that once almost hanged her.
“Sir Marc,” she tugged at the rope, not taking her eyes from Astra. “You must yet punish her.”
“Punish… her?” I cocked an eyebrow. Brianna nodded slowly, something glinting in her eyes. I looked back at Astra and she was licking her lips, looking at Brianna.
“If you wish so, Master…” The demoness batted her eyelashes at me, getting up to her feet, but slowly, her hand trailing the side of my body, her own chest touching me all the way up. She was especially slow as her tits pressed against my dick. “I have to do anything you order me to.”
“Anything,” I repeated stupidly, and my mind immediately opened an enormous list of possibilities. Brianna held a naughty smirk over her face, biting her lip. A possibility burned up inside me. “Would you help me, Brianna?”
The warrior rested a hand over her hip, raising her chin. “Of course.” Turning the grin into a coy smile, she rose her fingers to the front of her top, untying it. “I want my revenge. I want to see her squirming under your punishment.” She untied the top and as she distanced her hands to take it off and reveal her beautiful nipples, it all melted.
The whole scene melted to black.
I blinked, confused and frustrated, looking around. In the same blue light as the opening scene, The Completionist showed up across my visual field, the date of the release under it.
Closing my eyes, I groaned. Sighing, I desperately tried to retain the memory of a demoness sucking me off and a red-headed warrior touching herself to it. They’d come in handy for later use. A button appeared a moment later under the date - a “Buy it here” button, as expected. Still groaning in frustration, I lifted a hand and clicked it.
No matter what, the possibility of having a whole game full of those hot chicks was too alluring to pass. I’d go the extra mile to complete it and have them all.
THE END
HUNT FOR THE NECROMANCER
BOOK 1
1
“The secret to fixing a broken heart,” Marc grinned, giving me a sidelong glance, “is to jerk off ‘til you don’t remember her name.”
I arched an eyebrow. Marc had been a close friend of mine for ages, but sometimes I worried about his sanity. “I dated Amy for two years, man. I’d have to jerk off until I blacked out to forget her name. And even so, I’d have to pass out and hit my head or something.”
“Precisely,” his smile grew as he snapped his fingers, pointing at me. I rolled my eyes to his lack of sense. “She treated you like shit, Aaron. Besides sex, there’s nothing for you to miss about her.”
I shrugged, looking away to avoid thinking about the subject. My ex had a pretty shitty personality, but as we dated, I learned to sort of accept and appreciate her quirks. I liked having her by my side, even if she was complaining or insulting me, which became quite common. It was part of who she was and when we love someone, we love them as a whole. Right?
Right?
Marc would shake his head at me every time I said that for the past couple of years. Throughout the last months, he went as far as to point me her “quirks” or “endearing limitations” were, in fact, signs of a doomed relationship. She indeed told me what to do and what not to do all the time. I couldn’t go out with my friends - even if it was for courses in my professional area. Because of that, I had to watch my friends getting pay raises and promotions while I stalled. She also had a saying in my hobbies. Amy hated me gaming, so she forbid me and took my VR console away, to be sure I wouldn’t “jerk off without her permission”.
That part I never told Marc. Even I, under that spell of believing an awful girlfriend was better than no girlfriend at all, found that part absurd. After she broke up with me and gave the VR console back (I had to ask for it a couple of times), I grasped her reasoning - she was the one using it, a bunch of erotic games under her user with hours upon hours of gameplay.
I tried to swallow the knot on my throat. The only thing I knew was that she used me hard. “I don’t know, I can’t even say it was for the sex. We didn’t fuck all that often.”
Marc’s brows rose. “Wow, then it’s worse than I expected.”
“I honestly thought it was just her way…”
“It was,” he nodded feverishly. “Her way of being an abusive bitch who held your life back for two full years.” He sighed, pulling a pizza slice from the plate between us. It was Friday night and Marc insisted on paying for a pizza over our favorite place as soon as I told him about Amy. “Look, you know what I think. I’ve always been honest with you. She’s been shitty since day one. I tried, Aaron, I did.” He rose his hands in surrender, holding the pizza. “But she worked hard to be an annoying bitch. You’ve always known I disliked her snob face.”
I smiled. “You at least have to give it to her: she’s hot.”
He shrugged. “Never said she wasn’t. I said she was a snob. What’s the use of being hot if she’s a fucking snake, Aaron?” He frowned hard.
I laughed, biting a piece off my pizza. “Chill, man. I’m the one who’s been cheated on and dumped. No need for a heart attack over her.”
“You’re too good, Aaron.” Marc shook his head ruefully, looking downward as he covered his heart with his wrist as to not let go of his pizza. “You deserve better. Way better.” He snapped his head up, pointing the pizza at me. “That’s why you’re going to accept my offer.”
“You’re not taking me to a whorehouse, are you?” I cocked a brow. I was never fond of the idea of jerking off or fucking someone in front of others. I liked to think I was more towards conventional, but Amy did the favor of throwing another word my way: boring. It was glued to the back of my mind. The way her voice was full of contempt as she flicked her hair over her shoulder before she left.
Marc grinned, “Fuck, no. It’s way better, and cheaper. Remember the game I told you about, The Completionist?”
I did remember him mentioning it some time back though I wondered about when did Marc start to think games were better than real sex. “Um, you want me to jerk off to a video game?”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s not you speaking. That’s Amy. And she was the one with like a thousand hours of gameplay in erogames.” Erogames were, of course, erotic games, which seemed to have had an impressive increase in sales these past years. Marc’s lip tipped up in a smirk. “Or do you think she was playing them for the plot?”
I twisted my lips. I still hated to think about all of that - it was just another chance to prove me an idiot. “So is that some kind of vendetta over her?”
“No! No, man! Who cares about Amy? I’m just saying - games these days are fucking awesome. Huge worlds, huge tits, and complete immersion. And The Completionist takes the cake.” He rests his back against the chair. “My offer is: you let me give you the game and in exchange, you’ll play it this weekend. Just a couple of hours. Just to let it go for a while.”
I watched him for a moment. Marc had always been a good friend, and I knew he was doing what he thought was the best for me - even if it involved wacking off to a pixelated pair of boobs. I wasn’t a teenager anymore, and the fact that it became quite common for people to have both a relationship and play erogames like The Completionist always puzzled me.
Because of my Amy-regulated hobbies, I completely missed the VR revolution. She was basically the one who used it while we were together. I was still getting used to the idea the whole VR and porn things was not something wrong or offensive.
