I didn’t chuckle at her clumsiness, nor did I draw attention to it at all. Instead, now she had me near naked and exactly as she wanted me, I pulled away from her mouth and kissed my way down over the swell of her chest and smooth, sublime stomach. Abby watched me almost shyly as she squirmed with passion, and her eyes silently communicated her need for more—as if she dared not speak the words.
With my elf’s dexterous hands and her arched back, it didn’t make much effort to tug off the last of her clothing, leaving her naked, vulnerable, and thrilling under me. I kissed lower, sliding between her thighs until I found the very nub of her warm, slick center.
Abby’s whole body trembled as my tongue skimmed over her, flicking and then lingering, flicking and lingering. Every inch, everything I could taste of her, was as sweet as dew on a soft winter’s morning. The addictive flavor of her made my tongue pulsate with eagerness, Abby’s low and beautiful moan reaching a new pitch as she twisted and squirmed in pleasure. Her fingers clamped firmly into my hair and forced me further into her. I used everything in the elf’s repertoire as I savored and pleased her, forgetting all else in the world.
In a matter of minutes, her whole body was shuddering violently as if her blood had turned to lightning, and I felt the static crackle. Glancing up, I saw her eyes blazing with blue energy, her now wild hair still fizzing and popping as it moved in the atmosphere, seemingly of its own accord. Her breast heaved with pleasure while her hardened nipples had transformed into the brightest blue.
Deep below, in the chambers of Zagorath, I knew that our jewels were both flickering and blazing bright simultaneously on that dull metal plinth. It was an undeniable, amazing synchronicity that I hoped might never end.
As her shudders gradually began to subside, I lingered a moment, still and calm, feeling her whole body tightening and jolting; only then did I dare to withdraw my tongue. Desperate, then, her hands raced back to my trousers once more and I could hear her breathing heaving, labored and intense. I was taken aback for a second; she had just enjoyed her own thrill already, hadn’t she? I confessed to myself that I wasn’t quite sure, only knowing she was still eager to continue. And I was only too happy to oblige.
In a second, she had me, all of me now. The trousers were off, finally, with no more awkward fumbling; she had known exactly what to do to complete her mission, her lithe bare legs unable to wait any longer and wrapping themselves tenderly yet insistently around the small of my back as they pulled and urged me into her smooth, warm, wetness.
We shifted slowly and almost silently together, relishing. Not a word passed between us; we continued to immerse ourselves in our own private language, our bodies moving as if we were one. Her eyes were closed, and a curve of a smile danced across her plump lips.
My consciousness flickered, Zagorath seeming to hum. My dungeon communicated our passion through every level, through every brick, all the way into my core. My dungeon heart now blazed and skipped, enveloped in scarlet light, glowing brighter than it ever had. I felt every ounce of essence—Physical, Infernal, and Soul—all coming together as one, suddenly fusing with Abby’s own.
Our dual and yet singular resources swirled through each other as we lay together just drinking in the moment, my avatar finally driving into her firm and fast.
Her moans became louder, eventually boosting to a fever pitch as she leaned back. The avatar’s delicate face was a picture of ecstasy while her eyes and hair sizzled with lightning, bright blue and shockingly—almost frighteningly—potent. Beautiful, beautiful Abby.
Then, an entirely foreign essence suddenly flooded my consciousness. It was nothing at all like the scarlet-and-black Infernal energy I was used to. No. This essence crazed and shimmered along every edge of my gem, racing back and forth. It was quick, energetic, and potent in an entirely different and confusing way.
And then I knew it for certain this time; Abby was climaxing, a spasming, explosive movement that lit her whole body up like a lightning pylon and blasted through my elf, causing his muscles to contract. My own release washed through me with a snarling roar of unfettered lust and passion. Our consciousnesses once more seemed to meld, and, for a second, I could’ve sworn I could feel everything—the inside of her core, her avatar’s senses, and the lingering tremors of our fulfilled passion—both as she felt it, and as I did.
In the distance, outside the range of my core’s consciousness, came a demonic female laugh of delight.
25
Interlude
Ralph left the mountain behind him, starting out on the blasted volcanic sands. Despite everything—all of the fake prophecy, Alaxon admitting he was a conniving, lying piece of shit—a brutal death had still claimed the old priest. Grief clawed at Ralph’s heart and mixed with the Infernal Essence, demanding release, begging to be unleashed.
He slowed and fell wearily beneath a lone gnarled tree. The mace he’d been handed from the dungeon’s half-troll still shone with essence. The weapon seemed hungry for more blood as it twinkled in the last of the light gradually sinking its way over the world.
Ralph cursed with every harsh word he’d ever learned, blaspheming Lilith, his luck, and everything about that smiling vampire.
Why had the accursed elf spared him? Why had he spoken of the dungeon as though he owned it? These were
