Dungeon Chapter 24 (Patreon)

“My mother wasn’t too harsh, was she?” Desmonda asked as we walked back to the campus.

“No, she gave me some advice about being part of the Renard family. That and she’s just protective of you. They both are.” I held her hand tight, another question burning in me.

She nodded. “My father puts a lot of his hopes in me.”

“Is the pressure too much?”

We walked toward the entrance of Haylon arm in arm, I could feel the softness of her gloves even through my suit and it kept exciting a certain part of me pulling my attention elsewhere.

Des continued, ignorant of my burning problem. “No, I am used to the pressure. He only wants me to succeed, even if he is a little brutal about it. My two older brothers were a disappointment to him, so he’s placing his hopes on me.”

I grinned at her. “Well then, we’ll just have to dive deep into the dungeon.”

“What did my mother tell you?” She brought the conversation back to her mother, not letting me get away with the distraction.

“She said there’s probably something wrong with the demon seal.” I admitted and the next part made me scratch the back of my head in some strange attempt to make it less awkward. “Want to come back to the visitor’s center to take a look at it?”

Desmonda grinned. “Oh, come back to your place after a nice dinner out?” She leaned against me as her words brushed against my skin like the softest whispers of silk. “I’d love to.”

My throat felt impossibly tight at that, well there was one thing more tense in my body, it was begging to be released from the strangle hold of my boxers that was trying to keep it in place.

“Then, let’s hurry.” I held her arm as we crossed campus. More than a few of the girls turned to look at us, pointing and gossiping.

I had a feeling there was going to be a rumor tomorrow as I finally made it to the Visitor’s Center and let out a breath when Crimson wasn’t there. Then it slipped from its bindings, and I officially had a tent in my pants.

“Everything okay?” She asked.

“Just relieved to see that Crimson isn’t here, but we can talk about here later. Come on. Let’s go upstairs or she’ll appear just when we don’t want her to.” I grumbled and dragged Des with more need upstairs.

“We should talk about her.” Des instead brought Crimson up again.

“Later? I’d rather not have her top of mind right now. She’s like the devil. You think about her too much and she appears.” I got to my room and opened it up.

The place was plain, but well kept.

I hadn’t really made it home, my focus really had been squarely on the dungeon, and not much else.

Des smiled at my room and leaned into me. “Of course, your room would be completely undecorated. That’s very you.” Her hand pressed against my chest, her fingers splaying as she touched me. “So, this seal.” She gathered her fingers and trailed them down my chest as her hot and sweet breath rolled over me.

I groaned at her touch, feeling something I needed. A tension unwound in me as if knowing that something would happen soon. Something I desperately wanted.

“Yes, the seal. I think something is wrong with it.” I said distractedly.

Her gloved fingers hooked the edge of my pants and when they didn’t come down easily, she worked at the button and zipper. Every time her fingers brushed me, I felt my urges jump to life.

I just enjoyed the view.

Des’s purple hair caught the light and competed for which was the softest between her and the silk dress. All the while, the black lace did something strange to me. Never had I given it much attention, but something about those gloves filled me with thoughts of how they would feel.

Des looked up at me with a knowing smile as she knelt before me and slowly pulled my pants down.

It made me stare into her red eyes, the second peeking at me from behind her hair.

The way her pink lips curled mischievously, I knew we were going to do far more than just check the seal.

Even if a part of me had desperately hoped that we would, it wasn’t until now that I was sure of it.

Which only emboldened me further as she finished pulling out my pants and my cock shot up straight at attention.

“Oh. I felt it the other night, but seeing it is another thing.” Those lacy gloves felt better than I expected as the warm, delicate cloth brushed my erection tenderly, making it twitch eagerly for her.

“The seal.” I groaned, sticking to the excuse we had started with.

She pursed her lips and ran a finger down the shaft to where the red tattoo started at the base, wrapped around my cock and then covered my balls.

Each inch her gloved hand touched just made me impossibly harder until it felt like all she’d need to do would be blow on it and I’d pop.

Her face was a mask of concentration. “You do actually have a bit of a problem, but one that I’m happy to help with.” She smiled and licked her lips.

“What’s that?” For some reason, I wasn’t ready. I wanted to kiss her, to feel the heat of her body on mine.

Grabbing her hand, I lifted her up to see her face to face and I couldn’t wait.

I kissed her, parting those pink lips and sucking on her sweet, kissable lips.

Before I knew it, we had turned on the wall, and I had her pressed up against it, kissing her with more heat than even I realized I had in me as I ground against her silky dress. It felt so damn good.

Des broke the kiss and pulled my head, repositioning my lips to her neck. “Ken, the demon seal should have been on your pelvis or thigh, but it’s wrapped itself around your cock and balls.” She groaned, and a hand curled around my erection, pumping it in a slow, sensual rhythm.

“What does that mean?” I pressed her against the wall as my back went rigid as I tried to hold it in.

“It means that this demon directed a portion of its power straight to your… sex drive. It has to be torture.” She kissed my temple and continued to stroke me softly.

I couldn’t get enough of Des, grabbing her hips and pressing her to me. Her words slipped in one ear and out the other. I had to grasp at the meaning in retrospect. “You mean this isn’t natural? I had to relieve myself multiple times last night to get it to go away.” Groaning again, I tried to keep myself from popping embarrassingly early.

Des only smirked. “I am the daughter of a succubus, Ken. It would be my pride if you came in my hand with just a few strokes.” She leaned on me, her breasts squishing against me. The soft mounds felt like heaven as she stared up into my eyes with a seductive smile.

I stopped resisting and let it go.

In a twitching rush, I felt like I flew up to heaven, only to fall back down in the arms of a seductive warlock. The same warlock that made me part demon.

“That’s it. I put this seal on you, and I have a responsibility to maintain it. For you, that means you need multiple and frequent releases, otherwise the demonic energy will build up and might hurt you.” She whispered before she kissed at the edge of my jaw. It was a sensitive spot that made me shudder with pleasure as she was still stroking me.

Her hand glided up and down me, bringing me to a sensitivity high before slowing down and letting me recover from my first orgasm of what I expected to be several of tonight.

“Come. I would like to do more than just use my hands.” Des kissed me and that kiss revived me from my bliss and I didn’t need anymore prompting.

Picking her up, I brought her over to the bed. “That dress is going to get in the way.”

She gave me a half lidded look and a languid smile as she reached her hands over her head.

The movement only drew me to her impressive chest that she often had on display.

“You like them?” She pressed them together, the soft mounds molding invitingly. “We can use them next.”

“Do you want to take the dress off?” I offered, pulling at the hem for a moment.

She shook her head and then with a little mischief; she pulled me on top of her. “It is quite soft, feel it.” Des placed my hands on her chest, encouraging me to play with her silk-covered breasts.

They were a delight, so soft, full and warm. But my baser urges weren’t satisfied with just that. I lay my cock between them, and it felt divine.

Des just chuckled, causing them to bounce with me, sandwiched between them. “Like that?”

“Yes.” I started to fuck her breasts a few times as she gave me a smile so full of lust I just stared at those red eyes, completely lost in them, while my body crooned with the pleasure of hers. “Des.” I grunted as I felt myself coming to another peak.

“Let it go, all night. Just let my body satisfy you.” She put a hand tenderly on my thigh before I sprayed rope after rope onto her chest.

A cloth came out of her CID and she swiftly wiped her chest off.

I stood up off her, the initial edge gone, and I slipped my pants off my ankles and tossed my jacket and shirt. The tie had a special place in hell and I threw that as far from me as I could.

Des watched me with hungry eyes, lingering at my toned abs. “You have a fantastic body.”

Not one to be outdone, Des slipped out of her dress, showing off her own insanely toned body. She had soft curves to her chest and hips with a flat stomach, just the barest peak of muscle showing through to show the hard work she’d done.

“Heavens, you are something out of a story.” I looked her up and down, drinking her in.

Coming back to the bed, I cupped her gravity defying chest that seemed almost too round and soft for the toned body that she had.

“Perks of being half succubus, I inherited some lovely parts.” She held my hands to her chest and kissed me, her sweet lips inviting me to devour her.

Pressing her to the bed, I did just that, savoring her soft lips and the curves of her hips as she writhed beneath me with her own need.

Working my way down, I kissed her neck and her breasts, struggling to leave them as I worked down her flat stomach and to the crown of her pelvis.

“Yes, please.”

“I thought we were working on my need.” I chuckled but continued to flutter kisses down lower, though the lower I got, the slower I moved towards her.

“Stop it.” She grabbed my hair as she arched her back and brought her lower lips to mine.

I didn’t tease her further, kissing them and letting my tongue play with her. Soft strokes for when she wanted it and hard fast laps when she wasn’t begging me.

Finally, Des jerked me back up, and I knew it was time for the main event.

Gliding up her body, I found myself sliding into her as our eyes met and we intertwined at a new level.

“Incredible.” I groaned as her slick paradise enveloped me fully, like a sheath meant specifically for my sword.

She put a hand on my chest to stop me as we both panted, even though we hadn’t exerted ourselves much yet. But there was something at the moment that we both wanted to savor.

After it passed, Des lifted her hand to cup my head and pull my forehead to hers as I started slowly.

Like I’d slow down to take smaller bites of a desert so tasty and tender I feared there would be a hole in me when it ended. I took small strokes inside Desmonda as the two of us shared a tender moment of pleasure.

“Harder.” Her words were soft, but held a power of need that defied their volume.

I grunted as I shifted and picked up speed to pull myself out of her paradise. The room suddenly feeling far too cool on my wet cock before I plunged back into her comfortable, enveloping warmth. “Des.” I savored her name.

Yet it carried far more than that.

She groaned in agreement, arching her back and holding onto my arms as my speed picked up.

“Harder. Harder.” She said it on repeat and I felt my pride wounded that I couldn’t seem to satisfy her and my speed picked up into a fever pitch, slamming myself into her again and again.

The wet smack went from a slow dancing tune to an upbeat thumper as the headboard of my bed joined the chorus and Desmonda lost her ability for words joining the symphony with the upper range of her moans.

Until it all came crashing back down like the final slam of the symbols as she came around me and pulled herself up on my body, her nails dragging along my back. “Come, come for me.” She begged and like a dam breaking, my seed rushed to comply and I rolled into my pleasure.

I collapsed on top of her, feeling far more satisfied than I had in a long time.

Des’s eyes sparkled as she grinned at me. “Feeling better?”

“Uh, huh.” I said stupidly, my brain still flooding with too many good feeling to string together words.

Her nails traced patterns on my shoulder. It could be devious warlock enchantments for all I cared, for the moment I just felt connected to Des and wanted to feel her every inch for a little longer. “You are still hard?” She asked.

As if answering her question, I felt myself twitch, still sheathed in her.

“Maybe it’s okay if that was enough.” I didn’t want to hurt her.

She dragged a nail along my scalp and down behind my ear, pulling it closer to her lips until she got to the soft skin of my neck, making me tingle with excitement. “Don’t underestimate me.”

Her sex clenched down on me and rippled ever so slightly as she flexed her muscles, getting herself ready for another round.

I swallowed and turned to look into her ruby red eyes, just to be sure.

“Or would you like me to have a little fun?” She rolled me onto my back, keeping me in her as her hips flexed and wiggled me back firmly inside of her. “Next time we are using my place, I like the cuffs.”

Des gave me a sultry smile as she languidly stretched and squeezed me as she lifted her hips.

I couldn’t help but follow the motion with my own, wanting to stay sheathed in her warm paradise.

She giggled and put a hand on my chest so she could bounce her hips and work to melt my mind while she wiggled herself into my heart.

By the time we both collapsed on the bed, completely satisfied, I knew that something had changed. I wasn’t just thinking about the next day with her when it was done.

“Des, what do you want for the future?” I asked, curling my arms around her smaller frame and feeling far more comfortable about her body, even if lingering thoughts wanted to play with her chest.

“The dungeon is a big part of it. My father might push me, but I really want to dive deeper than he has, see what’s down there. You know? We first discovered the elves in the 40s. What happens in the 60s or the seventies?” She had a genuine curiosity about it.

It made me smile.

“I’m sure we’ll find out. Maybe we’ll discover the next race together one day.” I offered.

Even if I couldn’t see her face, I knew she was smiling.

I liked to think it was because she imagined us doing it together.

“What about you?” She asked.

“Well, my grandfather trained me to help me with my confidence.” I smiled at the memories.

“Oh, you weren’t always like this?” she teased, wiggling herself into me and, to my surprise, my little soldier wasn’t ready for another battle, instead waving a white flag.

“No. I was a kid who lost his parents and became a little depressed and detached. A loner for a while and you know how high schoolers are.” I didn’t want to get too into it.

“Yeah. High schoolers and hungry pack animals have a lot in common.” She snorted. “So your grandfather trained you to get over all of that?”

“Pretty much. I’ve sort of fallen in love with the idea of diving and knowing this is what my grandfather and my parents did, too. The money isn’t a bad plus, though I’m not sure I want much of the fame.” I said.

She shrugged. “It isn’t too bad. My father has the power not to care about the publicity. Same with Crimson. We’ll both have that too… together.” She tried to hide the last word with a yawn, but I heard it loud and clear.

I wasn’t the only one that grew a little attached after a night of pure physical chemistry. We had certainly proved that we had that in spades.

Not that good sex was everything, but it was certainly a good sign to add to all the rest.

I felt a sympathetic yawn creep up on me and yawned with her before adjusting, getting comfortable and slowly drifting off to sleep.