The Squire and the Succubus Ch. 03

Vela had been laid. And not just by her husband - not if those tricks were anything to go by. Her sex clenched, then released and Sam had to bit down on her lower lip to not immediately cum inside of Vela.

"G'damn you're a good slut," Sam gasped.

"D-Don't cum in me, please," Vela said, her voice rushed, her eyes fluttering. Sam slammed hard into the other woman - unable to stop herself. Her balls clenched and she felt thick ropes of her cum splash the inside of Vela's womb, filling her. The need burning inside of Sam flared sun bright, then faded to almost nothing as Vela panted, cooing quietly. "Oh noo," she whispered. "You got me knocked up. However will I, ah, explain this to Gordon?"

Sam grinned - a sloppy, happy grin - and slid her cock backwards out of Vela. Her cock slurped back into her body as she let herself shift to nromal.

"...don't cum in me, huh?" Sam asked.

"It made it tastier, didn't it?" Vela asked, her knees quivering. "Gods, you - mm, I wont' be able to walk after that."

Sam sat down on the ground - leaves crinkling under her butt. Vela joined her, splaying against her. Their breasts touched and for a few moments, Sam was distracted by kissing Vela. She hadn't expected to want to kiss another girl - not while the need was almost gone, no. But the simple act of locking lips with another woman was...deeply relaxing. Their hands caressed one another, and Sam quivered as Vela's hand dipped between her thighs - stroking her sex. Vela broke the kiss, cooing quietly as she kissed her way along Sam's jaw to her neck, kissing and biting her skin gently. Then, quietly, she whispered.

"You know, only whores shave their pubes, right?"

"Fuck off," Sam said, weakly - her thighs spreading. "It...it looks nice."

"It does." Vela grinned, her teeth flashing in the darkness. The intimacy of the moment felt wrong for the garish hues of infravision. "For a whore."

Sam nipped at her playfully. Vela pushed her onto her back, smiling down at her.

"Now," she said. "As to why I'm here?" She leaned forward, kissing Sam on the mouth again. She tilted her head to the side and their tongues met and intermingled. Sam reached up, brushing her hands through Vela's hair. She felt the other woman slide more over her. Vela's knee pushed between Sam's thigh, spreading it - then grinding against Sam's crotch. Sam rolled her head back, crooning quietly as her juices spread over Vela. Vela laughed, quietly.

"There, now that you're focused-"

"Nnnh!" Sam shuddered. "Y-You're the one who kissed meeeeeeee!" Her back arched as she came against Vela's knee. She felt that, in some way, that just said she was a total whore. Like, succubus aside, she didn't think that normal girls could get off by grinding against another girl's knee. In the dizzy aftermath of her sudden climax, Sam wasn't sure if she pitied or envied girls who could ride a horse without extra-thick panties and not immediately cum.

"Now!" Vela said. "I'm here because..." She paused. "I want to help."

Sam blinked.

"I don't know what that witch is talking about - with stones and all," Vela said, shrugging as she leaned backwards onto her haunches. Her knee twitched and another warm caress of pleasure jolted through Sam's body. Sam moaned quietly. "But I know I want to help. So, you want me?"

"Yesssss-"

"Not just as a fuck toy!" Vela said, grinning. "I swung a sword in my youth, you know?"

Sam panted, quietly. Then, grinning, she said: "Of course. But, uh...lets be fair here." She rubbed her belly with some slender fingers. "I am a greedy guts. Gonna need lots of...food."

Vela's voice was deadpan. "Oh no. What horror."

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The crackle of magical energy that flared through the alleyway sent a series of broadsheets flipping and whirling away from the sourcepoint. A homeless vagrant - bearded and smelling strongly of beer - saw the crackling bubble expand outwards and decided that it was time for him to leave immediately. He scrambled to his feet and ran away as fast as he could. Once he was round the corner, the bubble popped loudly and a backwash of magical energy flared outwards. Dart frowned, looking down at herself.

She was naked, her bare, half-elven tits exposed to the pale white light of the moonlight that shone down on the capital tank. She frowned, slowly crossing her arms over her chest and turning to glare at Harp, who was still in his full unicorn form. However, a sleek set of robes had been wrapped around the base of the unicorn's haunches, bunching around his tail, scrunching up against the forelocks, and tearing around his broad chest. Meanwhile, Samantha and Vela were both looking merely confused, with Vela's dress hanging loosely around Sam's slender shoulders, while Samantha's shirt and leggings clung to the curvacious headwoman's body like a second set of skin.

Then, a half second later, the clothing that clung to Vela's body vanished with a loud poof, leaving her buck naked beside Dart.

"I told you," Dart said, frowning as she glared at Sam. "I said I calibrated for three people, but noooo, you had to bring her because you're frieeeeeeends."

"Sorry," Sam blushed, slithering out of Vela's dress. A few moments of dressing got them put together again, with Vela tightening her dress and brushed her hands along the back of her gown. Dart waved her hand along the tear in her gown and murmured the quiet words of mending, then glanced back at Sam - who had finished shifting into a slender, youthful looking Albus - one without a mustache, and with golden brown hair, his armor forming around him into a gleaming mass of phantasmal plate mail. He stood up straighter and puffed up his chest, grinning.

"How do I look?" Sam asked.

"A near perfect facilitate!" Albus panted, emerging from a nearby wall. He looked sweating and tired, despite being a specter. Sam started and spun to face him, his eyes widening.

"Albus? I thought-"

"I ran!" Albus said, panting quietly.

"Oh, the ghost is back?" Dart asked, shaking her head. "You need to look how Albus looked when he left - we want to raise as few questions as possible."

"But he was ugly!" Sam said, biting his lip slightly.

"Scoffications!" Albus spluttered.

Dart reached out with one elegant hand and flicked Sam's nose, her eyes flashing. "Come on. Change, then get on the unicorn."

Sam muttered mutinously under his breath, his hands reaching up to rub the nose - even when he had been young, Albus' nose had been rather impressive. Soon, he was riding on Harp's back, the unicorn's hooves clopping quietly on the pavement of the city street. Sam tried to not feel like everyone was watching him - the city streets were, after all, nearly empty due to the hour. But he still felt every inch the imposter. He tried to clear his mind by thinking: Hey, you adventured with Albus for years. You know literally everything about the old goat.

Yeah, Harp's thoughts echoed in her mind. I mean, can you imagine that guy keeping a secret?

The two of them grinned. Then, quietly, Sam reached forward and rubbed a gauntleted hand along Harp's neck.

Once we're done with this, the bridle comes off. I'm sorry about-

No, I was possessed and crazy. Apparently. Harp sighed, the sound echoing both in the real world and in Sam's mind. Sam rubbed along his neck again as they came to the royal palace - an immense stone edifice that dominated the center of the capital like some kind of immense mountain. Banners and pennants flew from the walls, showing off the symbols of the kingdom and the knights who were staying within, while two guards stood the night duty. They started as they saw "Albus", saluting eagerly.

"Sir!" the taller, thinner one on the left said, nodding so eagerly at his helmet rattled backwards and forward. "How went the adventure?"

"Most spectanglouriously!" Sam said, mentally grinning to herself. "Let me in - I am needful or restications!"

"Yessir!" The two men saluted again and stepped aside. Sam rode Harp to the stables, sliding off his back and then tucking him into a stall. He undid the bindings on the bridle, whispering softly.

"You can slip it off by rubbing against the wall," he murmured. "If you think you need to go - or think I need help, come running."

Harp snorted in a horsy way, flicking one ear. Got it. Good luck, Samantha.

Sam winked at him, then turned. He had spent his early youth in the palace and knew the corridors like the back of his hand. But rather than heading straight for the royal treasury, he stomped towards Albus' rooms - remembering the plan. Remembering what Albus had told her, that the passkeys weren't just verbal. They also required a touchkey necklace - and that required visiting his chambers. Albus the ghost floated around to hover before Sam, holding his hands up.

"Now, Sam," he said, his voice pleading. "I want to tell you something-"

"Yes, I won't touch any of your stuff," Sam said, waving one hand as she pushed the door open...

And stopped dead.

Standing there, before the bed, wearing a pair of silken nightgowns that clung to their curvacious, ebony black bodies...were two of the most gorgeous dark elves that Sam had ever seen. They were utterly identical - from nose to ears, they had the same slender, elegantly carved faces, the same bright red, pupil-less eyes. The same long, pointed ears. The same deliciously firm breasts, the darkness of their skin achingly visible through the thin white silk. The same silk made it easy to see their hard nipples, and the fact both had pierced rings through them. The same silk hung to an area just above their rumps, leaving their dark thighs exposed. Their feet were bare.

"Heyyyyyyy Alllllllbussssss!" They sang in unison.

Slowly, Sam turned to look at Albus.

Albus flushed, then spread his hands sheepishly, grinning at her. "W-Well, it's...a lawful harem contract, that's technically-"

Sam walked into the room, closing the door behind himself. Albus floated up behind him, continuing to explain himself.

"And I saved them from the underdark and their cruel society, that's, ah, good..." he trailed off, then bit his lip slightly. "I'm just going to...ah...watch..."

Sam slid his armor off eagerly, grinning as he did so while the two dark elves moved to either side of him. They caressed what bits of skin could be reached as his armor slipped away, their voices coy and playfully. The twin on the left whispered in his ear. "We missed you so bad, master."

"Yeah," the other murmured. "We needed cock soooo much. But we remembered what you were teaching us. About restraint?" She giggled. "So, uh, we didn't get any cock."

"We had to improvise," the other twin said, giggling as Sam tugged his cuirass off and let it clatter to the floor. The two dark elves caressed his chest and Sam was about to get ready to really enjoy finding the touchkey when he glanced to the side and saw himself in the mirror. He saw an old human, pushing the edge of senility, with a hideous mustache, watery eyes, a bit of a paunch, wrinkles and liver-spots everywhere. Sam gagged faintly. Then the twin on the right returned - having slipped away for a moment - and held up a gnarled root.

"And of course," she said. "We made sure to stock up in the vigaro root."

"Ladies," Sam said, quickly. "I have to confess something."

The twins looked at one another.

Sam closed her eyes. "I'm not actually Albus. I'm taking his form - to steal the gems. The royal gems, that is." She shifted to her red skinned form, her tail lashing from side to side nervously. She was tensed and ready for the two girls to start screaming or punching or going running for the hills. The drow girls looked at one another, then at Sam, then both beamed.

"Oh, okay," the one on the left said.

"We're really just here because, well, have you seen the serving staff?" the one on the right said, her hand cupping Sam's ass. "Mm, we've fucked half the female population of the castle by now. In secret, of course. We stay away from men, though."

"Men just blab. Save for Alby." The other said, nodding as she leaned forward, kissing the tips of one of Sam's red nipples, sucking on it hungrily. Sam gasped, quivered - then squeaked.

"Wait, if I had-" She stammered, realizing that she had started dressing up as a boy right when the urge had started. That would mean she had narrowly avoided being one of the adult females in the castle, learning deportment and knitting and estate management and and and-

And getting laid regularly by two sexy drow lesbian twins?! She thought.

The two girls - giggling - kissed each other. Their lips locked, and for a moment, they looked like they didn't need to come up for air. Their hands caressed Sam's back as she watched them, her eyes widening as the twins drew their lips back just enough to show their tongues intermingling. Then they broke the kiss and grinned in unison at Sam. Sam whimpered - then shook her head. What was done was done. Now?

Now she had some lost time to make up.

"Names?"

"One and two," the elf on the left said. Her twin punched her shoulder, laughing.

"I'm Silk," she said, her eyes sparkling. "And this little slut is Spiral."

Spiral grinned. "I'm named after the part of the web that captures people..." She slid behind Sam, her hands reaching up to cup and squeeze the succubi's tits. She found and pinched her nipples as her own pierced tits pressed to Sam's back. She purred in Sam's ear. "I captured Albus, and now I'm gonna capture youuu..."

"I am remarkably unconcerned," Sam whispered, grinning slowly as she ground her rump against the other girl. She focused and let her cock emerge, her sex making a quiet, slick noise as her shaft thrust into the air, her balls slipping free last to dangle between her legs. Silk cooed and cupped her balls, kneeling immediately and taking Sam's cock into her mouth. She wasted no time - and Sam spent a few moments marveling at her skill. Silk slipped her tongue in slow, easy circles, finding every part of Sam that felt pleasure and caressing it, while her mouth moved forward with an inexorable push, sucking and slurping on Sam's cock. It was noisy and slightly messy and so fucking good. Sam grunted low in her throat.

"Fucking elves..." she whispered as Spiral laughed.

"Drow, darling. You try and see a wood elf suck cock and they'll just break down sobbing at their own inadequacies. High elves would get get all snooty, and don't get me started on Sea Elves," Spiral said, slapping Sam's rump. "Say, can you have two?"

Sam blinked. "Huh?" It was hard to focus. Silk was bobbing her head up and down, up and down, up and down, her hands casually playing with Sam's balls.

"Two dicks!" Spiral said.

Sam grinned. She had a wicked idea. "Noooo," she said, her voice a quiet purr. Spiral had time to look disappointed - and Silk had time to look quietly smug around the cock buried in her throat - but then Sam's tail, her wonderful, flexible tail slipped up between Spiral's tits, wrapped around her throat like a coiling serpent, then slammed down her throat. Spiral's eyes widened and then she groaned as the tail grew slightly longer and thicker, Sam adding nerves along it - it felt like a glorious new way to fuck someone - and she liked it. She loved it. Spiral's hands squeezed Sam's shoulders - and Sam closed her eyes and let herself revel in the sensations.

Silk drew her mouth back, coughing softly. "Fuck it feels good to suck a real girl's cock," she murmured, softly, her tongue darting out, flicking along Sam's cocktip.

"Well, I-" Sam started.

"What are you DOING!?"

Sam sprang almost a foot into the air, then landed and spun around - her eyes wide as she looked at Dart. Dart was wearing her robes, and had her wand in one hand, but her arms were crossed over her chest. Sam blushed, furiously - her tail still eagerly fucking a now kneeling Spiral's throat, the faint, wet noise making an embarrassing counterpoint to her stammered explanations. "W-Well, see, I was coming to Albus' room to get the touchkey, and, uh, funny story, I-"

Spiral made a happy gurgling noise as she came from being tailfucked.

Dart arched an eyebrow. "What part of end of the world escaped you?"

Sam flushed, her cock almost bumping against her belly - it was achingly hard and her balls tingled. Dart rolled her eyes, shook her head and stepped forward. "Besides," she said, sounding annoyed. "Elves have no conception of what a quicky is. For them, an average fuck is five days of screwing around." She knelt down, daintily taking Sam's cock in her hand, then sucked on the head of Sam's shaft. Her tongue swirled around and around and magic exploded through Sam. Her back arched, her balls clenched and her tail slipped free from Spiral's throat as she came hard. Her seed pumped down Dart's throat - and the half-elf swallowed with casual expertise.

Then, sliding her mouth back, Dart stood and daintily wiped a single strand of cum from her lip. She licked it off her fingertip, then sighed.

"Now!" She said, reaching past one of the staring drow to pick up a necklace from the desktop. She held it up. "Diamonds?"

Sam flushed.

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"So, uh, why did you come into the castle?" Sam whispered - having resumed Albus' form. Fortunately, he was able to think a lot clearer now that the need had eased backwards. Though, he did still think a bit wistfully of Spiral and Silk. And Vela. And Gordon. And Harp. And even Dart, she had been amazingly good and fuck. Now Sam had a hardon again. Dart rolled her eyes, walking beside her with a casual stride, her robes flaring around her ankles.

"That's why," she said, tapping Sam's nose. "Now look lively, here's the treasury."

"Stop!" One of the guards standing beside the treasury - a burly half-ogre who looked like he had been carved from granite, his hands resting on a huge two handed sword that rested, tip first, against the ground. He frowned down at the two of them. "Lord Albus, what brings you here at this hour?"

"There's a concern that the treasury ward spells are failing," Sam said, his voice calm and casual. "And so, this here wizardologist is going to correctify them."

The guard bowed his head. "Very well."

He stepped to the side and Sam rubbed his hands together, stepped up to the door, then set the touchkey into place. Softly, he whispered the command keys. Part of him could hardly believe it was this easy - but he also knew, in the back of his mind, that they weren't done until they were done. That meant leaving the castle with the diamonds in their possession. That meant setting the Apocalypse Stone back into position and saving the world. That meant actually being the hero. Squaring his shoulders, Sam walked into the treasury.

Gold gleamed around him - massive piles of coins from dozens of eras. Platinum by the tens of thousand. Silver, copper, electrum, and other, stranger vintages of coinage were stacked up near the edges. Armor and swords had been stored carefully in the corners - magical weapons that the kingdom brought out for the most dire of emergencies. And there, seated in a small box on top of a plinth at the rear of the immense treasury, were the royal diamonds.

Sam walked forward, placing his palm on it, then whispered the last keyphrase. This was where he was most nervous - remembering what Albus had said.

The royal gemstones are only released by a true heart and a good soul. That is the most precious safeguard, the only true way to keep them safe. That is why only I and the king, queen and scant others can get them back. I cannot assist you beyond that.