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Back: Chapter Three
For two months Alyssa traveled the Five Kingdoms searching for a solution to the curse of the Desire Armor.
The Endless University, the Caves of Darcartha, the Shamans of the Living Desert, the Druids of the Greenwood Forest, the Dragon of Eldar, the Merry Mythic Monks… no one could do anything.
She found not even a hint of a quest to remove the curse.
While she didn’t need to be going at it all the time, she did have a healthy sexual appetite.
And nothing she did now could bring her to orgasm.
Nothing could penetrate the armor. Not her fingers, nor any object, nor any feeling or sensation.
She was slowly going crazy.
Alyssa tracked down a magician skilled in telekinesis.
He stopped giggling at her predicament when he saw her fingers whitening on the hilt of her dagger.
Then he said, “But if you stab me I won’t be able to help you.” and started laughing again.
Eventually he got himself under control and cast his spell.
Alyssa could feel the ghostly fingers of his magic stroking her stomach and thighs.
Oh, he was enjoying this.
But as the ghostly fingers moved inward, underneath the black surface, there was nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Alyssa drew her dagger and snarled, “Now I’ll stab you.”
The magician teleported away.
She stomped into a village that reports said was having some monster trouble.
“Oh, brave adventurer –” said the town mayor.
“Where?” she demanded.
“What?”
“Where are the monsters?”
“To the south lies their accursed den. No doubt you will want to gather your mighty companions, trusted and true…” He trailed off as he realized he was speaking to her retreating back, headed south.
Monsters, meet blender.
Alyssa passed back through the village, limping only slightly, dripping in yellow ichor.
The mayor held out a small bag. “Oh thank you, mighty hero! Though we are but a poor village, please allow me to gift you our precious heirloom…”
“Keep it.” Alyssa said, and stomped out of the village.
Alyssa stood guard at the Eternal Sunlight procession in the city, with the priests droning and the musicians clashing cymbals discordantly.
It was a nothing job, but Alyssa was in despair.
She was doomed to a life of celibacy.
Which, given that she’d recently started to become a bit of a berserker, might not be all that long a life anyway.
Across the multitude she saw a humanoid figure with blazing eyes.
And felt a stroke across her clitoris.
She gasped and her hands dove down beneath her clothes, but everything was the same. Still the same slick, unyielding surface.
The sensation came again, stroking, rhythmic, teasing.
Alyssa clenched her teeth and shifted from side to side. Eventually she couldn’t hold it in any longer and gave out a loud moan.
The music stopped. The priests fell silent, shocked. Everyone turned to stare at her.
She fell to her knees, the sensation overwhelming, her moans and cries echoing across the plaza. She hovered on the edge of orgasm.
The humaniod figure with the blazing eyes strode up to her. She could see he wasn’t human.
She tried to pull out her dagger, but her limbs were nothing but water.
The being was haloed in a white light, which grew stronger with each of Alyssa’s moans.
She could feel the heat of his body like a furnace.
Gently but firmly he pulled off her clothes. Alyssa tried to resist but could not, lost in pleasure. He bent her arms together behind her back and enclosed them in an arm binder. A strap went around her ankles.
He picked her up in his arms, naked, bound helpless. She screamed as the orgasm crashed over her, the most powerful orgasm of her life.
The being’s voice rang out across the plaza, underlaid with a deep vibration. “You are my Queen, my First. Together we shall rule the world.”
The city guard rushed up with swords in hand. White lightning knocked them unconscious.
The Illusti walked out of the city’s front gate with Alyssa in his arms, the gate tower crashing down behind them.
Next: Chapter Five
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