[Spirit of Lust] Chapter 158: Ishtar’s memories (Part 2). (Patreon)

Ishtar and her new friend Johana made their way to one of the many specialized inns dotting the capital city. Inns were usually a place where people stopped for a night or two of rest during their travels, and the place needed to accommodate that. They needed to be quiet, comfortable, cozy, and maybe offer good food. In a kingdom where most of the population fed on sex, however, the majority of the inns had to cater to them. That could mean a plethora of things depending on the inn, but in the one Ishtar and Johana got a room in, it meant privacy.

It was a large building made of logs, yet every single room was thoroughly enchanted to prevent sound from coming in or out. And in their simple, neatly furnished, candle-lit room, the two women were all over each other.

Armor bikinis discarded, Ishtar lay on the bed and top of Johana, embracing her hard body, their breasts pressed together as they made out like nothing else mattered in the world.

“Shit,” Johana moaned. “I didn’t know succubi kissed this well…”

“We do,” Ishtar grinned proudly, moving a bit of blonde hair out of Johana’s face. “But right now you’re having the crap of the crop, my friend.”

“I’ll believe it.”

Johana pulled Ishtar into another kiss. She was forceful and aggressive, and Ishtar was loving it. She placed one of her thighs between the amazon’s legs, and Johana immediately started grinding her crotch on it.

Ishtar let the sexual energy flow. Johana shivered as their tongues played, as their hands explored. The amazon’s abs were defined and hard, yet threading a fine line between beauty and strength. Her arms and legs, too, were strong. Ishtar had seen bigger women, but Johana was no doubt the sexiest.

Anyway, the woman needed some cheering up, and that was exactly what Ishtar was going to do. She broke the kiss, and Johana’s strong arms almost kept her where she was, but when she noticed that the succubus was sliding down, she grinned and threw her head back.

Ishtar spread Johana’s folds and planted kisses along her inner thighs before she dove in. The taste of her pussy was better than any meal, her juices made her drunker than any ale could.

“Oh yes! Oooh fuck! That’s so fucking good!” Johana squirmed, fists clenched on the mattress below her. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Her first orgasm came soon. Ishtar was just that good. The energy produced from it invigorated her like nothing else would. Be it man or woman, nothing could beat a good night of passionate sex.

Ishtar had plans. She wouldn’t let Johana go with just one or two orgasms. No, the woman would be coming her brains out all night. She’d tell stories all around the world about this amazing succubus she’d met. Or maybe Johana would decide to stay in the kingdom a bit longer just for her. Ishtar grinned as the kept working her tongue inside the amazon’s slit.

And then there was a loud thud on the wooden door that startled them both.

Chest heaving, Johana asked, “Aren’t these rooms sound-proof?”

“The enchantments aren’t as strong on the doors. You know, for knocking. But…”

The next thud cut her words off. It was louder this time. The next one came quicker. And the next. With the fourth one, the door gave in and the hinges broke.

Ishtar and Johana were on their feet immediately.

“What the fuck!?” Johana growled.

Ishtar swallowed her words and kept a calm facade.

Through the door came three men. Their long ears and fair features gave them away as elves. They wore armor made of metal plates and gray-ish tunics on their backs. One of them carried a sword and shield, the other two had big warhammers.

All of them grinned lecherously at the sight of the two naked women. It only made things easier for Ishtar. With a glance, she knew enough.

Soldiers. Of what army, Ishtar couldn’t tell. They were looking for the succubi princess. They were looking for her.

Ishtar smiled seductively at them. She let her aura expand. The pupils of the elven soldier dilated, the grip on their weapons loosened, their smiles widened.

“What’s this, boys?” she asked gently as she walked up to them with a sway of her hips. “If you wanted a turn, you could’ve just waited. Or you wanted me that much?”

The three elves swallowed in unison. Their lust was rising by the second. Their erections were probably uncomfortable in that armor. And before they knew it, Ishtar was grabbing one by the hair.

With her strength augmented by her magic, she lifted the man and hurled him against the opposite wall. In the next second, she was aiming a roundhouse kick at the neck of the second soldier, and she found her mark.

The sword-wielding man broke out of his lust-induced daze, saw his comrades unconscious on the floor, and raised his sword to cut her down. But before he could, Johana dug her fist in his face and sent him crashing against the wall in the hallway.

“What are the King of Pride’s soldiers doing here?” Johana asked with disgust.

Ishtar narrowed her eyes. “Lucifer's men? Are you sure?”

“The insignia in their tunics gives them away.”

Ah. Ishtar hadn’t seen it. On the back of their tunics was a golden imprint of a winged angel. Obvious once you saw it.

“I need to see Mother.” Ishtar groaned. her body, her soul wanted more sex. She wanted to give Johana more, she wanted to have her own orgasms. These sons of bitches had stopped what was shaping up to be a good night.

“Mother?”

“Sorry, Johana,” Ishtar said apologetically. “I’ll make it up to you another day.”

The two women put on their bikinis and walked out of the inn. The enchantments on the building and the rooms had made them oblivious to it all.

Once they stepped out of the building, they saw it clearly. Fire, smoke, the cries of battle and the stench of death.