Life was boring without Brick. I realized I hadn’t actually lived a day in this world without him until he left – I’d stumbled across him that first afternoon and I’d been hooked on him ever since. And yet now I’d had seven excruciatingly dull days without him.
Still, that meant only twenty-three more days until he was due back.
If I didn’t drown myself in one of Kira’s barrels of ale before then.
The cat woman had seemingly forgiven us for busting up her tavern – although it had been largely Bastion’s fault, really. A treasure chest of loot seemed to brighten anyone’s disposition, and the grouchy innkeeper was not an exception.
I sighed and decided to give reading another go. Lily had loaned me a book on healing magic, and I truly wanted to learn, but I suspected my depressingly low intelligence stats were standing in the way of me understanding anything. I swear I was more intelligent in the real world – or my original world – this world seemed equally real to me now, even though I didn’t really understand how I’d come to be here. Maybe my 5/20 Intelligence stat was preventing me from getting anywhere on that puzzle as well.
I suspected that unlike games like Morrowind, which were full of well thought out lore and readable books that an actual human had written, James had gotten lazy and assigned an AI bot to fill in the gaps – resulting in cover-to-cover garbage that looked and sounded sort of right until one started looking at it with scrutiny. The problem was, I didn’t have enough experience or knowledge of this world to know if what I was reading was garbage or not.
I snapped the book shut and decided to go trade it for another of Lily’s books – maybe she had Healing for Dummies or a board book of Healing A to Z meant for toddlers. I tucked the book under my arm and made the trek down the stairs and out the tavern’s side door so I wouldn’t have to pass through the main thoroughfare. Brawls were common occurrences at the bar, and I just wasn’t in the mood for it.
I walked the familiar path to the center of the village where Lily’s shop was, admiring the latest dress she had in the window. I envied her skill as an artisan and wondered if I could ever own a shop like hers. Unlike my original world, it seemed impossible to just get a job in someone else’s shop, but I hoped when we got our own place I could open an apothecary or something – that might fit my Healing class, if I could get a handle on actually making potions other than succubus slime – the one ingredient cure-all that I had on tap between my legs.
This fanfiction world was written by my idiot boyfriend, James, so it shouldn’t be surprising it was filled with ridiculous over-sexualized things like that, even if they had come in useful for me from time to time. I blamed him for all the stupid things in this world and credited the good parts of it to the original world it was based on and the AI generators he had been using to supplement his questionable writing skills.
I let myself in to Lily’s and was greeted by Aiden at the front desk. He seemed irritable as he let me into the library to swap books.
“Is Lily around?” I asked, placing my book on the shelf.
He bristled and glared at me. “She is indisposed.”
Ah, that must be why he was tetchy. She was getting busy in the back with another member of her harem. I gave him a sympathetic look, but it just made him look angrier and he stormed out of the room to leave me on his own.
It must be hard to be a wood elf – who were typically monogamous – and have a relationship with a succubus – who were typically polyamorous. It was why Bastion and Lily hadn’t worked out, and I wondered if Aiden’s jealousy would make him bail as well.
Despite being an orc, Brick had been raised in elvish culture as well and shared their values of treating relationships as a serious commitment. I could tell whenever I was with him how deep his feelings ran for me.
Even just thinking of him made me feel warm inside, and a little turned on. I snatched a book off the shelf and marched out of Lily’s – her pheromones were probably getting to me as well, and I currently had no outlet for any unwanted lust.
The cool air of the evening was deeply refreshing, and I took it into my lungs and blew out slowly, trying to let my pent-up energy deflate.
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By the time I returned home I was calm again, although in no mood to talk to anyone, so I crept quietly in through the side entrance and up the stairs to my room.
It was a long, large room that seemed extra empty without Brick or Bastion, as I had my choice of five beds lined up against the wall. I’d been sleeping in the one I shared with Brick every night, clinging to the fading scent of him, but maybe that was adding to my heartache.
I placed my book on the table, wondering if I should perhaps try to unwind in the bath before settling down for bed when I heard a noise behind me like creaking wood.
I spun around and shrieked in fright at the large bear, which was rising to its feet in front of the fireplace.
I had no hope of escape when it lunged at me with impressive force and speed and felt my body slam into the floorboards as it hit me. All I could comprehend was fur, teeth, and the wet nose in my face as the bear growled menacingly at me. Its paws pressed down on my shoulders painfully and I smelled the tint of blood as his claws dug into my flesh.
I watched in horror as the jaws of the beast opened in a wide yawn and I feared I was going to become mincemeat until he started shifting. Rich brown fur retracted into a long shaggy mane of hair and a full beard on a distinctly masculine human face. His claws retracted into his fingers and one hand drifted across to close tightly around my throat, still pinning me to the floor.
“Are you here alone, thief?” His voice was a growl, as deep and rich as his hair, and his lips rolled up as he spoke to reveal white teeth that seemed just as sharp and menacing in this form.
His very naked form.
I opened my mouth and rasped but couldn’t utter a response as he was crushing my windpipe.
He loosened his grip slightly, although I was still pinned under him by his considerable weight.
“Speak,” he commanded, and I felt I had no option but to remain limp beneath him and obey.
“I’m not a thief,” I whispered back. “I live here.”
He looked at me closer then, and dipped his head to my neck, sniffing around my pheromone pores.
“A succubus,” he murmured, before licking my bruised skin, tasting me. The mark Brick had left on me had faded but was still present and tender. Although I could have healed it at any time with my Healing Song ability, I’d chosen not to, touching it often and thinking of him. I moaned and shifted beneath him.
This seemed to encourage him, and he scraped his teeth along my skin, sucking and nibbling as he went, bruising the area around my glands all over again. My skin prickled with adrenaline at the sensation.
“Oh, oh!” I gasped, a lust rising up in me for this stranger that took me utterly by surprise.
“You like that, do you?” he chuckled darkly. “I can smell your attraction, but you need not use your tricks on me. You’ll find me a very willing partner.”
“Ugh!” I moaned as he caught my skin in his teeth again, my mind scattering under his ministrations.
One of my legs came free, but instead of kicking at him like I’d intended, I wrapped my leg around him pulling him closer. My traitorous tail lashed out like a whip and wound itself around him like ivy.
“I’ve missed this,” he said, releasing my skin and lurching over me once again, bringing his groin in direct line with mine.
My heart was racing, and I was completely lost for words as he growled with want against my mouth. “Succubi are so goddamned irresistible.”
And then he kissed me searchingly, his animal energy matching my own as I felt his heat press against the thin cloth separating us. I heard cloth tearing, and realized belatedly his hands had paused their exploration of my body to rip my clothing open.
Finally, I gathered enough sense to rip my mouth away from his and say the one word that my pent up sexual frustration and lust had been smothering: “Stop!”
He froze and looked into my eyes.
“You wandered into the wrong room, little succubus,” his voice was edged with warning. “My nose is particularly sensitive to your pheromones. If you don’t want me sniffing around after you, you’d best keep those pores covered up and not start things you don’t want to finish.”
He pressed himself hard against me and I let out a whimper of pleasure, despite myself.
“Unless you just wanted an introduction,” he continued, dipping his head down to lick another line all the way up past my collar bone and my pheromone pores. “In which case, my name is Bruiser. But don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you. Not in a bad way, anyway.”
He nibbled at my neck some more and I couldn’t help but arch it, giving him more access. My body was being totally traitorous.
He left hot kisses all the way up to my jaw, tasting my skin with relish.
“Now, which is it, succubus?” He asked me. “Wrong room? Or right room?”
I felt like a coiled spring, ready to snap, and I couldn’t think of an answer to his question. I wasn’t in the wrong room. I was in the right room, but under the wrong guy!
“Brick,” I whispered, closing my eyes to picture him more clearly. He was such a similar weight and build to Bruiser it was easy, but that didn’t help my libido. “Brick!”
“Brick?” Bruiser repeated, raising himself up slightly to look at me in confusion. “What?”
“I’m Brick’s girlfriend!” I gasped. “And I… I want you to get off me!”
He leaped off me like I’d given him an electric shock, looking at me in horror.
“You’re Brick’s girlfriend?” Bruiser was looking at me wide eyed. “Kira mentioned you, but I thought you’d be an orc!”
Looking at him at his full height, he was almost as large as Brick. Muscular and hair-covered, and still totally naked. I felt my mouth water.
Horrified at my own awakened desire, I turned on my heel and fled into the bathroom to lock myself in and cry.