Waking up at sunset

When you finally return to the land of the living, the sun is behind the mountains. A chilly breeze blows over your nipples, hardening them--and that hurts. Your body is sore from head to toe. The memory of what you went through floods back in, and you groan.

"Oh, sleeping slutty is awake at last."

"Mistress!"

Imp appears at your side, looking down at you with worry. You glance at him, then tilt your head slightly to look to Huny. "What happened?" you ask.

"After you got **** senseless? We killed the orcs. Didn't really want to wait for you to do that all again inside, so we went ahead and hunted those ones down, too. Let the goblins keep an eye on you."

You sit up, carefully, and glance around. Scores of goblins--large, small, old, young, anyone old enough to work--are gathered around you. But they're all males. Not a female among them.

"It's over, then?"

"Not quite. The boss locked himself up in his room with all the females. I can pick the lock, but I can't handle a boss alone. And Impy here isn't enough to be backup."

Archfiends your body hurt. What possessed you to think getting in the center of nine horny orcs was a good idea?

"Alright. If I can just...Ugh!" You tried to climb to your feet, but bending your leg like that hurt. You lay back down and look down at your body.

There's a giant puddle of cum between your legs and under your butt. Like, huge. Enough to be a full orc. Your eyes grow wide. "Did I really...?"

"Yeah. For, like, three hours. The midget seriously thought you were gonna die."

You can't do much more than stare at that ludicrous sight. That definitely should have been fatal. Just how frightening are a succubus's abilities? And you're still only on the trial version.

A group of goblins decides this is their chance. They step forward: an elder, his green face wrinkled with age; two younger males, still strong with youth; and a small, timid fellow that ducked behind the elder as soon as he saw you look at him.

"Mistress Shelia, we want to thank you for coming to our rescue," the elder said, bowing his head. The other three similarly bowed to you.

Huh. He's quite eloquent for a goblin. "Already you done have much, so we regret ask to, but..." his voice trails off as the shy one rapidly taps him on the arm and whispers something in his ear. He coughs, then resumes. "We regret to ask, but will you save our women as well?"

Now that's interesting. "I will," you answer, "if." All the goblins hold their breath.

"If?" one of the young men asked.

"If tiny back there will come do me a favor."

All three turn to the small, timid goblin who is still trying to hide behind his elder. The old one barks something at him in their native tongue and pushes him forward. He steps forward unsteadily, looking absolutely terrified of you. You offer him a smile. "Don't worry so much. I don't bite...hard."

He swallows loudly. When he's near you, he drops to his knees and plants his face in the dirt. "What can I d-d-do for the Mistress Shelia?" he stammers.

"Nothing special; I just need a kiss." You reach down, pick up his head, and lean into it. The shy boy goes into a small panic, but you won't let him get away that easily. One hand wraps around the back, the other stays under his chin to keep him where you want him. Your tongue slips into his mouth and begins exploring everything, from his sharp, crooked teeth to the long tongue that you can imagine being wonderful for cunnilingus. As you explore, you also suck: not HP or MP, but strength. Energy. Something that will wipe away your fatigue. How? Dunno; your body is better at this than you are. But it feels the same as when you gave Imp his first blowjob.

When you pull back, the small goblin topples over and you spring readily to your feet. "Mm. Tasty." You smile down at him. "Thanks for the meal! Don't go away, now; I'll want to see you again when we come back--with all your women!"

You spin about and lead the way into the mine. Huny and Imp follow, though both are looking at you strangely. After the goblins are all out of sight, Huny coughs to get your attention.

"Why didn't you just do that to the orcs?" she asks.

"Do what?"

"Drain their energy. Make them really tired, really fast."

"Oh." Why didn't you? The idea never crossed your mind. Looking at her, though, that doesn't feel like the right answer to give. Time to make something up on the spot. "Well, I couldn't! I mean, I've only ever been able to do that to recover, so until my body was fatigued like that, it wouldn't have done anything. I had to wear out those orcs the old-fashioned way."

Huny gives you a long, hard look. "Fine," she concedes at last. "One more thing."

"What's that?"

"The tunnel down to the boss's room was back there; this leads to a thirty foot drop."

You stop dead in your tracks. You look ahead--indeed, a shaft drops straight down not three paces ahead. "You know what? Maybe you should lead."

Huny rolls her eyes. "Come on. Let's go kill an orc bastard."