Have Fun Storming the Castle

[TheWhiteBull]

Merek lifted Alaya once again and lowered her onto his throbbing cock, the shaft entering and impaling the purple skinned succubus. As he slowly began to thrust he growled deep in his throat. “You want to cum? Well I suppose I should let you. After all a deal is a deal.” His thrusts picked up in pace. Steadily gaining speed until they became to fast to follow precisely, his hips a blur of movement as they rocked, his pelvis slamming into her thighs, his thick cock spreading her apart as her breasts and ass bounced with the rest of her.

As he saw her eyes roll back he knew it was time to end it. With on final thrust he held himself fully within her as he came repeatedly. He hadn’t exactly been lying about it having been a while and his backed up seed exploded forth in multiple bursts, his member pulsing and throbbing with every moment. Before long it was too much for her to handle and he could feel his cum mixed with her juices flowing down out of her swollen pussy.

Setting her down on the ground, he finally noticed the nymph again, paralyzed with wide eyes...

 

[Poprockz]

The nymph accidentally made eye-contact with him. She coughed awkwardly, shifting her eyes to look at a suddenly fascinating torch. She had watched in horror and fascination as he pumped her mercilessly with such a large cock. The succubus seemed to be absolutely loving it, but Merill couldn't imagine taking anything that large inside herself. On the floor, cum drained from the twitching succubus, a lewd expression on her face. She couldn't imagine anyone having that much cum to begin with, either. He was truly an intimidating man.

A succubus has an almost non-existent recovery time, but it took her a few moments to sit up. She gazed up at him, still drunk off the high of that orgasm.
She dipped her finger in the puddle of cum and licked it clean, savoring its taste.

"I would like to speak with you, privately, darling." She made a 'shoo shoo' gesture at Merill and snapped her fingers- a door down the hall opened. "That's one of my rooms, girl. There's some red wine and cherries in there if you're hungry." The frost nymph furrowed her brow. She didn't like taking orders from this woman they just met, but she had to admit that cherries would be nice. They were undoubtedly safe as well since the binding kept her from doing them harm. She begrudgingly lightly glided over to the room, walked in, and closed the door.

"Now that we're alone and bound, my pet, won't you tell your dear friend Alaya what you're really doing here? You couldn't have thought that I, a succubus, would be fooled by your lies? I can smell a virgin nymph from miles away, as can all the succubi and some of the creatures with good senses of smell in this castle."

Alaya shifted, more cum slowly draining from between her legs. "You see, I have sworn to get you to the top of this castle in exchange for being ravished. I can't very well do that if we're being targeted most of the time. Or perhaps you are saving her Innocence? That is why nymphs are a high-priced item on the market, after all. They can bring someone back from the brink of death once by being..." The succubus smiled. "Intimate"

She slowly rose to her feet, her thighs were bruised and coated in his seed. "I wonder if she even knows? Most nymphs go through their initiation when they become adults but some clans hold off in times of war, worrying that their nymphs will get full of themselves and go out to bestow their gift. An initiation is when the priests of the clan give them a demonstration and tell them of the act. Believe me, I have a lot of experience when it comes to these things." Licking her lips, her face became more predatory. "Since they are built to be intimate with most species, they are quite resilient, based on my experiments. "

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Merek had know that his gambit might not pay off. He had expected that if it didn’t though, that it would be before they actually fucked. Still, he couldn’t very well tell her the whole truth. “I plan to offer her to the Lady of Night herself. As you said, she is a rare treat and mayhaps such a gift would please her enough to result in a great reward for me.”

He studies Alaya’s face, still flushed from their encounter, and tried to work out if she believed him or not.

“Of course,” he continued. “We are devious, treacherous beings you and i, and that may or may not indeed be my real purpose. To be certain I could trust you enough to fully reveal my plans I would need to negotiate further.”

 

[Poprockz]

"I had wondered if maybe you had secured a buyer, such as Master Lendheim of the fifth floor. That man buys up all the virgins; he has the influence and coin to do so, too." She sighed, annoyed.

"I'm sure the Lady of the Night would indeed grant you a boon for such a gift." At this point in time, the succubus had full control of her faculties, thus giving nothing away in her facial expression other than emotions she intended to display.

"In any case, while she would make a very filling meal for me with the magical energy inside her, I ravish small, pretty girls almost daily. This is my dungeon, after all. While you wouldn't give me half as much sustenance if I tried to feed on you, I find that you are the rarer case. As you said, it is also not often that I meet someone with which I can stand on equal ground."

Alaya strutted toward him in all her naked glory, completely unabashed. Her fine hips swayed side to side as she moved. She stroked his chest and looked him in the eye, smirking. "Trust is boring, my love. Deception and lies are the foundation of any fun relationship, sexual or otherwise. If you do not wish to tell me, all the better. I relish the chance to discover what secrets you hide myself. Who knows? With all the attention you'll get from her, blazing like a beacon, maybe some sadistic lord will torture it out of you and take her for himself. If I were rendered unable to help you, of course."

"Let me go slip into something more suitable, and we can be off to the entrance floor, the first of ten." She left to go into one of the other rooms, shutting the door behind her.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

After covering himself again as well, Merek moved to the room which the nymph had disappeared into. Finding her unharmed, but still refusing to meet his gaze directly he told her that she could come out, Alaya would be back in a moment to lead them on.

 

[Poprockz]

And so she was. The three of them made it through the rest of the dungeon with no issues. When asked, the succubus would explain that she and her new lover were taking a nymph to the Lady of the Night.

The shock had worn off for the nymph by the time they reached the entrance to the second floor. She liked the excuse he had come up as for why they were ascending the castle. Despite being intimidated by him, she was starting to trust him a little bit more.

A large, ornate door stood before them. "I can't seem to make it fit right! It's so constricting!" The nymph shifted uncomfortably in the light armor the succubus had insisted she wear. The leather armor was white and gave her much more protection than her dress. It also sported deep cleavage, barely covering her nipples. She kept trying to pull the armor further up for more coverage, but to no avail.

The seductress herself stood tall and powerful. Metal armor with large shoulder pads, adorned with spikes. There was a gap in her armor that exposed her thighs and groin. Her groin was covered by a black thong. Her armor also had massive cleavage. Her breastplate was shaped like hands, cupping her breasts. fastened on her back was a large two-handed axe.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

“It’s not exactly meant for practicality” the tieflling responded. He himself had traded his thick vest for a pair of pauldrons which covered his broad shoulders but left his well-muscled torso visible and exposed. The change had been at Alaya’s insistence “I’d like a good look at what I bought” she’d said. He’d noticed however that the nymph hadn’t seemed to mind. At first her glances had been quick and darting, until she seemed to notice him noticing her. After that she didn’t bother looking away.

He hadn’t started the day planning on making his partner attracted to him. In the long run that sort of thing usually spelled the end of any hope for a successful mission. Then again, with her cleavage now on display and the fact that this was a suicide mission anyways...he let his mind wander to what fun they could get up to if they had a chance...if only they didn’t have Alaya to worry about.

Waiting as the succubus opened the newest door he began to run through plans in his head...

 

[Poprockz]

"This is lord Nocturne's floor." The hallway before them was well-lit and had a red carpet with gold trim. Grand paintings of nude angels were hung on the walls. A lot of my playthings go to this floor when I'm done with them, but occasionally the vampires order a fresh batch."

The nymph furrowed her brow. She didn't like the idea of slaves being used up and then sent away to have their blood sucked dry. Things like this couldn't be allowed to continue, she thought to herself. Her resolve strengthened.

He now had his chest on display, it looked powerful and muscular, two things that were not typically found in nymph men. Just like his horns, she was curious what it would be like to touch. She imagined it would be like his shoulder- hot and firm. These thoughts seemed to make her body tingle in places that had never been touched; this flustered her, so she tried to think of something else.

They walked down the hallway, making sure to listen for any indication that someone might be nearby. There were none. At some point later, they started to hear lilting music and laughter. It became more pronounced the further they traveled. Traveling up some stairs, they found themselves on a balcony, overlooking a ball.

It was a swirl of color. Large, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, sparkling in the light of a thousand candles. An orchestra played from another balcony to their right. Below them, they could see a great many people in flowing dresses and crisp tuxedos. All wore an animal mask of some sort.

In one section of the ballroom, people danced gracefully. In another they could be seen chatting and partaking of refreshments. At the back of the ballroom, there was a grandiose throne with a man sitting in it. He had long blonde hair that framed his feminine face. His green eyes scanned the ballroom, seemingly looking for something or someone. They traveled upward and found the balcony they were standing on. A small smile appeared on his lips as he gracefully stood, and quietly excused himself out of a side door.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Alaya led them through the same side door the lord had used and they found themselves surrounded by pure decadence.

Lord Nocturne lounged on a plush divan, one leg sprawled across the top and the other dangling below, spreading his groin suggestively. He held a goblet full of a dark red liquid Merek knew wasn't wine and swirled it as his eyes raked them up and down. For his part Lord Nocturne seemed a little too pleased at his visitors entrance to a party they were clearly garbed incorrectly for.

"My dear Alaya" he purred in a voice as smooth as his features suggested. "To what do I owe the visit? You rarely bring your leftovers yourself. And please do tell me these are leftovers, they look positively scrumptious."

 

[Poprockz]

"Nocturne, darling." She slinked forward and took his free hand in hers, kissing it gently and looking up into his amused emerald eyes. "It is rather unusual, indeed." She rubbed her face against his hand, taking one of his fingers into her mouth for a few moments before sliding it back out. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and cleaned off the lingering slickness.

"This..." she gestured at the tiefling, "is Merek. My latest conquest. He is mine, but I'm amenable to you borrowing him, as long as it's only for a night.This one..." she gestured at the frost nymph, "is Merill. She is my pet. We're making our way to the Lady of the Night to present her as a gift. She is not to be touched; I'm trying to keep her skin as unblemished as possible." Alaya was trying to avoid the subject of the nymph's virginity, as she knew that while he was a powerful lord and could sense the presence of others, he did not have the nose to sniff out her secret.

Merill looked at him, regally swirling his "wine" goblet. He looked like the prince of some far-off human country. How long had he been alive, she wondered. His formal coat was white and unblemished, a green scarf adorning his neck. A small single emerald earring adorned his right ear.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Nocturne grinned wickedly and placed his goblet on the gilded table beside his sofa. Springing to his feet with a flourish, he wrapped his arm around Alaya and sauntered up to the tiefling, placing a pale fingertip between his pectoral muscles and letting it glide downwards over his rippled abdomen.

"Well far be it from me to deny a night of pleasure. And he is vastly different from the rest...so strong, so virile! He seems more like he would ravish me than I him."

Merek meanwhile tried to put as much anger as possible into his stare, directing it towards Alaya. The succubus however, simply stared back with a satisfied smirk. At least they had made it past the first two floors without any problems. Although becoming a vampire's plaything would slow things down considerably, he knew he had no choice if he wanted his ruse to keep working.

Reaching up and pulling Nocturne to him by his emerald scarf he said forcefully "I fear Alaya has misspoken, I am no conquest. And as for the ravishing...I'll let you guess which of us will be the ravished."

 

[Poprockz]

Alaya grabbed Merek's arm, her eyes warning him not to take this any further.

Nocturne paused for a moment, staring with surprise into the tiefling's livid eyes. He then burst into laughter, eventually winding down and wiping a tear from his eye. "You are positively a joy. Such bravado! Such pride!" The finger he had on Merek's torso continued further down, entering into dangerous territory.

"Nothing would truly be a conquest if it were easy, now would it?" he purred, winking mischievously. "I can see why she likes you. You have a strong will, strong muscles, strong..."

His finger was at the edge of his breeches now.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

"Strong everything Merek growled as he grabbed the vampire's hand and shoved it down the rest of the way and then shoved his own hand down Lord Nocturne's tight breeches, wrapping his warm palms around the vampire's long, thin member. Pulling him closer and kissing him deeply, he could taste the blood still on his tongue. His tail wrapping around the lord's waist, he pulled his mouth back and leaned inwards to nibble at his neck with small fangs of his own.

Suddenly thinking of a way to ensure he wasn't the only one forced to take time out for this diversion, and to keep an eye on her, he whispered into Nocturne's ear. "Who says we should have all the fun hmmm? Surely even with my evident prowess you wouldn't object to including your dear friend in our game?"

Knowing that she'd be able to hear him even despite his low tone, Merek turned to look at the sultry succubus.

 

[Poprockz]

Nocturne's eyes widened excitedly, and he practically melted against Merek. His soft hand exploring the entirety of Merek's thick manhood. "Now that's an idea," he sighed happily, his own member becoming hard at the tiefling's touch. "I'll have my trusted adviser watch over your nymph. No harm will come to her, I promise."

He snapped the fingers of his free hand and a dark-haired man with black eyes came in, offered his arm to Merill and led her away, closing the door behind them. Merill did so nervously, casting one final glance back as she left.

Alaya nodded with a grin, seemingly satisfied with the situation. "I know you're good for your word, Nocturne." She undid the straps of her armor and it fell to the floor. "Man or woman this time, my lord?" her hand gestured toward her groin.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Nocturne squealed in delight as the tiefling yanked down his trousers, followed by the hunk's own. Turning to face Alaya, he swayed his tight, round ass against the thick red dick behind him and replied "Oh I think a boy's night in is exactly what I need tonight."

Merek grabbed the vampire's waist and entered him from behind, hearing a gasp of air as he did so. Then he flicked his tail around both of them and wrapped it around the lord's penis and began to tug as the succubus's groin morphed into a large purple monster of her own...

 

[Poprockz]

Ayala reached into her pack and took out an extendable leather switch. She grabbed a fistful of his silky blond hair and yanked his head upward, level with her newly grown genitalia. Without hesitation, she wrenched his head forward, shoving her cock into his mouth completely up to her hilt. She could see the bulge in his throat where the head of her cock rested.

Her tail gathered his wrists, pinning them behind his back. She began pumping in a rhythm, matching Merek's thrusts so that when one of them thrusted, the other pulled back, bouncing him in between their engorged cocks. Her switch smacked his ass, making him tense, tightening around the tiefling and leaving the vampire weakly whimpering with pleasure. Nocturne's cock was dribbling with pre-cum.

She smacked him several times, leaving his ass red and swollen. The succubus was enjoying the feeling of her cock burying deeply within his mouth. Looking up, she saw the raw power with which the tiefling was fucking him. He had no regard for delicacy, nor for the whimpers the Lord made when he slammed himself deep inside. She couldn't stand it. With a deep moan, her cock tensed, spewing her seed into his mouth. It seemed that Merek had the same line of thought as he finished almost simultaneously.

Together, the vampire was filled from both ends with hot semen. He himself came hard, cumming all over the carpet below him. Their cocks slid out as he fell to his hands and knees, coughing and panting.

A bit later, once all of them had recovered and redressed, they headed for the door. Laughing and wolf-whistling could be heard from the ball-room.

Upon entering, they looked around and saw that most vampires had their attention directed upward. A very large silver cage hung from the ceiling. There was a lady inside the cage dressed as a tropical bird. The dress puffed out at her waist, and came down just above her knees. The entire dress sported feathers of turquoise, blue and magenta, a tail of feathers added for dramatic effect.

It seemed as though the orchestra was playing for her, as she danced to match a slow-seductive tango with no partner, lost in her own world. Her moves were slow and exaggerated. Every now and then one saw a flash of magenta underwear when she moved her hips a little too enthusiastically.

The dress exposed her entire back which was sporting a generous amount of glitter. Her front was a little bit more covered, but not by much. At her navel, the turquoise fabric had two strips that clung to her skin, curving up and inward to cover her nipples and curving again to end in her cleavage.Her lips were slightly parted, painted bright red. Someone must have put make-up on her.

The music stopped, and Merill blinked, confused. She disappeared from sight for a moment and came back up with a half-finished bottle of wine. Taking a few drinks, she clumsily set it back down, cheeks flushed.

Going to one of the bars, she leaned against one to point lazily at the crowd. Her breasts were parted by the bar, enveloping it. "You are all... terrible people." This was received with giggles and amused chuckles from her audience.

The Lord crossed his arms and watched in delight. Anticipating objections he remarked, "She is in the safest place she can be. No one's grasping hands will touch her, and all eyes watch her. It could almost be said that all the guests are her guards. It would also weigh on me if I didn't let a beautiful young woman participate in the festivities."

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Hoping that her new wardrobe wasn't about to provoke any of the guests into seducing the nymph (as it tempted him), Merek racked his brain trying to figure out a way to politely leave the party and continue on their way. He was falling even deeper into this deception now, what with fucking the vampire lord of this whole floor of the castle. And to think, they only had to make it through seven more levels.

Ultimately coming to the conclusion that there would be no speedy exit, the tiefling sauntered over to the bar and grabbed the wine from Merill, and turning it over, finishing off the rest in one long draw. His head now swimming slightly from the sudden intake of alcohol, he held out his hand towards the nymph and led her back out onto the dance floor.

Given the height difference, it didn't much matter that Merek didn't actually know much about dancing. He simply had to hold onto her tiny palm, lead and twirl her. After a minute though his chance finally came for him to lift and turn her. As he did he was able to whisper "We need to find a way out of this place and you're busy getting drunk."

 

[Poprockz]

She looked up at him with her dainty face, her eyes blinking slowly and dreamily. She had an indignant expression. "Don't you accuse me of dilly-dallying. I just had a few drinks." Her expression changed to a teasing smile, "I'm not busy... you're busy! Getting busy." She giggled and followed his lead in dancing. "You also took my wine. That was mean."

He twirled her again, making her slightly dizzy. She had to stop for a moment and steady herself. She grabbed the hand that was not leading her and pressed it against her chest, right up to her left breast. It was pillowy and cool, unlike most humanoids. "They put glue on my boobs, see?" She did this as though he would be able somehow discern that by touching her.

Her hand abandoned his and reached up to his chest, searching and exploring his pecs. "No glue on your boobs, good for you!"

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Great, now he literally had a drunk nymph on his hands. The wine had made him tipsy but she was so small he was certain that even if he could be certain half a bottle was all she had, it would have hit her harder.

"I'm only getting busy because you're too tempting to these monsters. I can blend in but nooo...I had to drag along a virgin nymph with me that everybody up here wants to either eat or eat out."

 

[Poprockz]

"SHHHHhhhhh!" Her pale index finger went up to his lips and pressed, eventually moving them around and playing with them. "Don't tell people my secret!"
She suddenly looked confused. "What difference does it make if I'm eaten inside or outside? That makes no sense." She pondered for a minute, trying to figure it out and then gave up. She had completely forgotten about his hand on her breast.
"You know, I thought all tieflings were supposed to be super evil. But you're not." She thought about it for a minute. "Okay, maybe a little, but super and little are a big difference. Besides," she summoned up as much confidence as she had, "I can protect myself! If you want to go ahead without me, then go! I can get there myself!." A flash of uncertainty lit her eyes, but she had come too far to back down. It was at that moment she tripped and fell over.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Fortunately his own entrance to the dance floor had provided enough motivation to Nocturne's minions to begin again on their own that only those closest in the crowd were witness to her embarrassment. Realizing he had an excuse to draw aside though, he took her hand once more and led her away to a side room. Looking around for Alaya and Nocturne but not spying them, he ducked through a small door at the end of the space and dragged the nymph behind him as he went.

He would have preferred to keep the succubus on as a guide per their agreement, but he knew she would still be conversing with the vampire, who would insist on allowing the nymph to recover in some opulent bedroom under his control. He needed to get them out of here as soon as possible.

The nymph still babbling, drunken nonsense he was sure, he finally found a spiral staircase at the end of a long and narrow hall. Up had to be better than anything else right? Scooping his small, blue partner up and carrying her in his arms he ascended the dark steps.

 

[Poprockz]

She had bobbed along behind him, doing her best to keep up, drunk as she was. Surprisingly, she offered no resistance when he scooped her up, pressing her close to his chest. As he walked up the staircase, various feathers on her dress tickled his torso.

She leaned so that her mouth was an inch from his ear, her cold, misty breath chilling him. "What about... what about my armor?" She looked around as though making sure no one was around, she then whispered, "These aren't even my underwear."

Now that she was high enough to do so, she reached up and touched one of his horns. Her fingers slid to the tip, taking in the texture.

At the top of the staircase was another ornate door, very similar to the other. This one was cold to the touch with ivy growing on it.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Startled further into silence, both by her handsiness and her drunken forwardness, Merek sat her down beside him. She was right about the armor, but he was right that they had needed to leave while they could.

Summoning his willpower, he inspected the doorway in front of them. His eyes darted across the entrance, detecting no signs of a physical trap. Of course, that was only on this side of the door. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply, he tried to sense any magical threats. He wasn't a magician exactly bu thanks to his demonic ancestry he could summon some fire, resist small magics, and often just feel a magical presence. He took his time, even pressing his ear up to the heavy oak, hoping they didn't walk straight into someone like their first time.

 

[Poprockz]

She watched him curiously and quietly.

Studying the door, he had noticed that there were handles, meaning that they opened outward. He could feel that the area itself was filled with magic; it was difficult to pinpoint any specific point of magic. The sound of someone walking was barely perceptible. If he hadn't been concentrating hard, he wouldn't have heard it. but he could also smell something. It smelled like a poison he had encountered at some point. That particular poison sapped one's strength and caused deep slumber. Based on this, it was likely that whoever was on the other side had poisoned arrows or darts. Somehow the poison smelled really close, though.

Merill pulled her knees against her chest and looked at the door nervously. She could also feel magical energy seeping from the inside.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

There wasn't much space at the top of the staircase, just enough for them pull the door open and expose themselves to whatever lie in wait on the other side. Pulling her back with him, he retreated down a few steps. Placing her small skull between both of his hands he forced her to look into his eyes. Trying his best to ignore the ample, pale cleavage, he tried to use as commanding of a tone as possible;

"Listen Merill, I need you to sober up real quick. I'm not sure about this door, and what's on the other side. I need you to figure out a way to open it from here, so we won't be seen immediately."

He drew his sword and held it in one hand and his dagger in the other.Walking back to the doors, he stood off the the side, so as to be behind the door when it swung open.

"As soon as you open it I want you to stay low, and shield yourself, build a wall of ice or something."