Eoran awoke face down in the dirt. He lay motionless, aware of voices and footsteps less than a stone's throw away. Breathing softly, he took in his surroundings, from what little he could glean from the texture of the dirt.

 

My hands are bound.

 

He grimaced at the realization that he could feel his bindings. He shifted on the spot, struggling to stay silent, but his twitching limbs betrayed him to his captors. Within seconds, the bandits were upon him. Eoran yelped as a hand gripped his hair, nearly tearing it from his scalp as he was pulled upright.

 

 

"Rise and shine, prey of mine," brayed a raspy voice, a few feet ahead of him.

 

"Shut it and do your job!... Is he costly? Will they pay?". The harsh growl in the woman's voice made Eoran's hair stand on end.

 

Orc. An orc saved my life once. Fate likes to twist the da-

 

A sharp kick to the ribs brought Eoran back to the present.

 

"YOU! SPEAK! NOW!... ANSWER ME!". She had barely screamed the words before her lips sealed into a tight frown, waiting for a response, gauging whether another beating was required.

 

 

Eoran inhaled, summoning his courage to bellow insults back at the woman. He shaped his now trembling hands into fists, tight against the bindings as he opened his mouth to scream.

 

"P..Please..."

 

A shrill cackle sounded through the air as the madman laughed. Eoran's heart sank. Tears welled in his eyes.

 

 

"HEEEeeeheeEEE
Skeever's tighties in a twist
knife his guts and slit his wrists, HA".

 

The twang of a bow.

 

The whistle of an arrow.

 

The slicing of flesh, as metal finds bone.

 

 

"AAAAIIIEEEEEEeeeeeeeeee!!".

 

Eoran barely got a glimpse of the interloper before another arrow buried itself in his shoulder. Pain shot through his body. Flung to the ground by force and reflex, Eoran's temple collided with stone and he knew no more.

 

 

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...Incubus? Am I in hel?

 

Eoran's sight cleared all at once. He gasped out loud as he beheld the woman before him.

 

 

She giggled, seeming embarrassed by his gaze, yet no blush touched her cheeks.

 

A succubus?!

 

 

Unable to resist, Eoran drank in the view. Amber hair fell past her shoulders, framing a face of elvish beauty. Her eyes were obscured by a heavy metal mask, yet he could feel her gaze on his skin, drawing out his deepest, dirtiest thoughts.

 

Lower...

 

His eyes fell to her lips. Red and full. He unconsciously licked his own. The smooth curves of her neck and shoulders pulled him inexorably downwards. He realized he was restrained. He didn't care.

 

Lower...

 

The paltry coverings across her breasts seemed only to make them more alluring. They seemed to get larger as he stared... only to realize that they were indeed growing in size. He recoiled in surprise.

 

And then she was upon him.

 

 

Eoran felt his manhood stiffen as the succubus pressed her body against his, taking his rapidly hardening cock into her hand.

 

Eoran couldn't take it. His body tensed in preparation for orgasm, screaming in protest against his futile resistance.

 

He couldn't.

 

 

The succubus laughed. Eoran heard stars twinkling on stone steps, accompanied by the lustful moaning of an orgy at its peak. Confused, he tried to make sense of her words.

 

"Come, my lover... Let me heal your wounds," she sighed in his ear.

 

Eoran lost control again, bucking his hips, begging for release. Only, the succubus' magic held him.

 

 

He felt his mind going blank. He barely even noticed as the succubus got to her knees. He looked down in surprise at her. She seemed to have tired of taking it slow. With one hand on Eoran's abdomen, the succubus positioned herself so that her mouth was mere inches from his cock.

 

 

All thoughts of resistance melted away. The succubus licked her lips, and Eoran fantasized having them around his throbbing erection.

 

 

"I'm going to enjoy every second of this," she grinned. Without warning, she lunged forward, taking his entire length into her mouth. She was merciless, running her tongue against the head of his cock, before moving down to the shaft. The wet walls of her mouth slid against his senses like silk, drawing gasps and moans from her prey.

 

 

Eoran lost track of the hours. He could only focus on where he and the succubus were connected. She never seemed to tire, methodically sucking and stroking every inch of cock, lust dripping from her lips as she drove him to madness.

 

 

 

After what felt like millennia, Eoran felt a warmth emanating from his core. The succubus sped up her service, wet lips gripping his cock, stroking harder and faster while her tongue seemed to wrap around his entire girth.

 

 

His mind went blank. A wave of pure escstacy flowed from somewhere deep within and gushed out of him, willingly accepted into the mouth of his lover. He seemed to cum for an entire minute, unable to stop thrusting his hips. He bent forward, letting out a primal roar as she licked the last of his pleasure off of his shaft.

 

 

Before he could even consider what had passed, the succubus pressed her lips to his. Eoran's vision faded to black for a third time that day. The last he heard was a mischievous giggle.

 

"Until we meet again... my Incubus".