Back to daily and also back with the explicit descriptions of succubus fucking. Usual warnings apply.
1-6: Sulpa
"Let's fuck," she whispered.
Ken smiled and nodded. That sounded like the most splendid idea of all.
Sulpa sat up and straddled him. She reached under her to grab his cock and position it between her legs. She stared at Ken as the pliable folds of her vagina parted around the swollen tip of Ken's erection and she slowly eased herself down around him. He felt her moist heat brush down his shaft and the soft flesh gently squeeze him.
Yes, totally splendid, Ken thought.
Sulpa positioned herself to get comfortable and then her hips started to smoothly move up and down as she commenced fucking. He watched his penis slide in and out of her pussy as she rose up and down on top of him. He revelled in the sensation of her silken vagina enveloping his manhood and brushing up and down the shaft. She was tight and extremely wet. Her fluid movements generated just enough friction to build an erotic charge in Ken's loins.
And suction. He felt it pull on him with each of her upstrokes. It was as if her vagina couldn't bear to let even a millimetre of his manhood escape her.
"Mmm, yes," Sulpa sighed.
Ken moaned with her.
The mattress was soft and deep enough for both of their bodies to sink into it, but also had enough spring to aid the motions of their fucking. Ken tensed his thighs and buttocks and thrust back, lifting her up and driving his cock deeper into the warm interior of her vagina.
Sulpa pinned him to the bed and speeded up to a faster rhythm. Up, down, her body crashed into his and sent ripples of pleasure through his flesh.
"Oh, that feels so good," Ken sighed.
He understood why her clients came all the way out here. And if that had been his original intention, past-Ken was a smart chappie.
Sulpa's pendulous breasts swung back and forth with her movements. Little dewdrops of perspiration blossomed on her smooth, dusky skin. With each stroke her sensual lips bunched up in a lush pout and she exhaled a fervid sigh. Throughout it all her intense dark eyes remained fixed on his.
Whatever past-Ken had been, he'd picked up some experience in the bedroom. Current-Ken was grateful he'd been bequeathed some staying power. Sulpa was so hot, her pussy so tight, her movements so skilled it was taking all of his will to keep from coming too soon.
It helped that Sulpa was helping him. Every time Ken thought he couldn't hold it in any longer she changed pace and rhythm. Each change was like a short breather. It brought him back from the brink, but only temporarily as Sulpa started up again and lifted his arousal even higher. He stopped trying to thrust up with her. Instead he lay back and luxuriated in the motions of her body. She had the experience and what she was doing—all her little hip wiggles and changes of angle—felt incredible.
He smiled up at her and told her so, "You're incredible."
Sulpa rose up almost all the way off him. Then she came down in one smooth motion that gobbled up the whole length of his shaft. His swollen tip encountered a squishy obstruction at the back of her vagina. Her body bore down on him and pushed the tip of his cock through the fleshy aperture and into a chamber filled with warm viscous fluid.
"Mmm. Got you." Sulpa smiled down at him.
She clenched. Her pussy contracted around his cock and gripped it like a soft, fleshy vice. The strange chamber at the end of her pussy wrapped tightly around the whole of Ken's bulbous glans, tight enough it was almost as though the two organs had merged into one. He felt an odd sensation—like her vagina was not just sucking on his cock but the whole of his body.
"You shouldn't believe what a succubus tells you," Sulpa said. "We're delightfully deceitful creatures."
to be continued...
Monday, June 01, 2015
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Okasare Kenny 1-5: Sulpa
The posting schedule is still a little erratic, but I'm trying to get on top of it. Also, Sulpa has finally grown tired of playing with her food, so the usual NSFW and Don't-be-here-if-you're-younger-than-18 warnings apply.
1-5: Sulpa
"Wait! Did you just say you were a succubus? As in sex demon vampire thing succubus?"
"Yes," Sulpa said. "Isn't it obvious?"
She pointed to the horns on top of her head. She partially extended her gossamer bat wings. She even grabbed her tail and waggled the tip in Ken's direction."
"Those are real?"
"Yes," Sulpa said. "What did you think they were?"
"I thought I was seeing things," Ken said. "Because of what Celestrico did to me."
Assuming Celestrico had done anything to him. He had made an accord with his brain that he was going to treat everything that looked obviously weird as not there until his head cleared up. That had fallen down around his feet.
"So this—all I'm seeing—is real?"
"Yes," Sulpa answered. She seemed both bemused and amused.
Ken sprang backwards and reached for the sword at his belt. His feet tangled in a cushion on the floor and he lost balance, nearly tipping over.
Sulpa arched an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
"You're a succubus—a sex demon vampire thing."
"Yes."
"You're going to suck all my energy out."
Ken managed to unsheathe his sword and waved it defensively in front of him. Celestrico was right. Fuck, she was right.
Sulpa didn't vamp out and attempt to fang him in the throat. She watched his antics with puzzled amusement.
"Succubi do absorb some of their partner's energies during sexual intercourse, but we don't have to take it all," she said. "And it wouldn't be good business in my line of work. If I ate my clients I'd quickly run out of clients."
The tip of Ken's sword wavered but didn't drop.
"You look a little on-edge," Sulpa said. "Why don't I leave you alone to rest and get your head back in order. We can always have a good long fuck in the morning when you're feeling better."
"So you're just a prostitute that also happens to be a succubus?" Ken asked.
"It's a good arrangement," Sulpa said with a sultry smile. "My food comes to me and pays for the pleasure of being fed upon."
Ken felt like an idiot. Again.
She wasn't going to attack him. She was just a pretty little hooker.
A pretty little hooker with wings and horns, but still a pretty little hooker.
He lowered his sword.
"My head is completely fucked up," he said. "I keep seeing images of another world, one where everything's more advanced and there's no magic or demons. It feels so real as well. Like I'm from there originally. Is that possible?"
"Celestrico really scrambled your brains," Sulpa said sympathetically.
"I just can't remember," he snarled in frustration.
Sulpa glided up to him. Her warm hands slipped beneath his tunic and caressed his chest.
"You've had a rough day," she cooed. "Let the soft touch of a woman soothe you."
She pressed her body against his. Her perfume—spicy and exotic—bloomed around him in a cloud.
"A nice relaxing fuck with a mistress of pleasure is exactly what you need," Sulpa breathed in his ear.
That sounded like a bloody good idea to Ken.
But...
"This feeding, does it hurt?"
Amusement glimmered in Sulpa's dark eyes. "It's extremely pleasurable," she said. "My clients wouldn't be so eager to come back if it wasn't."
She tilted her fulsome lips up to his ear.
"I suck big, fat, juicy orgasms out of their cocks until they're writhing helplessly with pleasure."
Ken's heart fluttered before finding a new, faster pace. Blood surged to his crotch.
"And if you don't believe me... You're bigger than me. Stronger. More muscular."
Her lithe body squirmed in his arms. Her hands found and gently squeezed his biceps.
"I'm sure a big strong hero like you would have no problems throwing a tiny little whore like me off you if you thought she'd drank enough."
Yes, that was right. He could always stop her if it started to look dangerous.
He let her help him undo his belt and then remove his silly swords'n'sandal-wear. Her hands and soft lips roamed all over his exposed flesh. She pressed closer and he felt the little nubs of her nipples rub against his chest. They left little streamers of pleasure in their wake. Her lips wrapped around his nipple and he felt a blissful jolt as her lapping tongue tickled it. Her hand found his erection and gently slithered up and down the shaft.
She looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes. "Let's go to bed."
That also sounded like a really splendid idea.
He let her manoeuvre him around towards the bed. The back of his legs came up against the mattress and he let himself fall backwards into its soft clasp.
And it was soft. Soft and extremely comfortable. He slithered further back until his whole body rested in the centre of the massive bed. Sulpa came with him, on top and raining soft kisses down on him all the way. Her hand continued to gently stroke his erection.
Her lips moved up his body until they finally found his mouth. She lay on top of him and they shared a dreamy kiss.
Dimly, Ken realised his left hand was still wrapped around something. He let go of it so he could put his arms around Sulpa and lose himself totally in the kiss.
She broke it off and what seemed a blissful eternity. She stared down at him with her big, dark eyes. They were like whirlpools. They pulled him in and drowned him.
"Let's fuck," she whispered.
And let's pause it there because I am evil personified. This time it will definitely continue tomorrow as I got carried away and wrote so much for part 1-5 I ended up splitting it into two parts.
1-5: Sulpa
"Wait! Did you just say you were a succubus? As in sex demon vampire thing succubus?"
"Yes," Sulpa said. "Isn't it obvious?"
She pointed to the horns on top of her head. She partially extended her gossamer bat wings. She even grabbed her tail and waggled the tip in Ken's direction."
"Those are real?"
"Yes," Sulpa said. "What did you think they were?"
"I thought I was seeing things," Ken said. "Because of what Celestrico did to me."
Assuming Celestrico had done anything to him. He had made an accord with his brain that he was going to treat everything that looked obviously weird as not there until his head cleared up. That had fallen down around his feet.
"So this—all I'm seeing—is real?"
"Yes," Sulpa answered. She seemed both bemused and amused.
Ken sprang backwards and reached for the sword at his belt. His feet tangled in a cushion on the floor and he lost balance, nearly tipping over.
Sulpa arched an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
"You're a succubus—a sex demon vampire thing."
"Yes."
"You're going to suck all my energy out."
Ken managed to unsheathe his sword and waved it defensively in front of him. Celestrico was right. Fuck, she was right.
Sulpa didn't vamp out and attempt to fang him in the throat. She watched his antics with puzzled amusement.
"Succubi do absorb some of their partner's energies during sexual intercourse, but we don't have to take it all," she said. "And it wouldn't be good business in my line of work. If I ate my clients I'd quickly run out of clients."
The tip of Ken's sword wavered but didn't drop.
"You look a little on-edge," Sulpa said. "Why don't I leave you alone to rest and get your head back in order. We can always have a good long fuck in the morning when you're feeling better."
"So you're just a prostitute that also happens to be a succubus?" Ken asked.
"It's a good arrangement," Sulpa said with a sultry smile. "My food comes to me and pays for the pleasure of being fed upon."
Ken felt like an idiot. Again.
She wasn't going to attack him. She was just a pretty little hooker.
A pretty little hooker with wings and horns, but still a pretty little hooker.
He lowered his sword.
"My head is completely fucked up," he said. "I keep seeing images of another world, one where everything's more advanced and there's no magic or demons. It feels so real as well. Like I'm from there originally. Is that possible?"
"Celestrico really scrambled your brains," Sulpa said sympathetically.
"I just can't remember," he snarled in frustration.
Sulpa glided up to him. Her warm hands slipped beneath his tunic and caressed his chest.
"You've had a rough day," she cooed. "Let the soft touch of a woman soothe you."
She pressed her body against his. Her perfume—spicy and exotic—bloomed around him in a cloud.
"A nice relaxing fuck with a mistress of pleasure is exactly what you need," Sulpa breathed in his ear.
That sounded like a bloody good idea to Ken.
But...
"This feeding, does it hurt?"
Amusement glimmered in Sulpa's dark eyes. "It's extremely pleasurable," she said. "My clients wouldn't be so eager to come back if it wasn't."
She tilted her fulsome lips up to his ear.
"I suck big, fat, juicy orgasms out of their cocks until they're writhing helplessly with pleasure."
Ken's heart fluttered before finding a new, faster pace. Blood surged to his crotch.
"And if you don't believe me... You're bigger than me. Stronger. More muscular."
Her lithe body squirmed in his arms. Her hands found and gently squeezed his biceps.
"I'm sure a big strong hero like you would have no problems throwing a tiny little whore like me off you if you thought she'd drank enough."
Yes, that was right. He could always stop her if it started to look dangerous.
He let her help him undo his belt and then remove his silly swords'n'sandal-wear. Her hands and soft lips roamed all over his exposed flesh. She pressed closer and he felt the little nubs of her nipples rub against his chest. They left little streamers of pleasure in their wake. Her lips wrapped around his nipple and he felt a blissful jolt as her lapping tongue tickled it. Her hand found his erection and gently slithered up and down the shaft.
She looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes. "Let's go to bed."
That also sounded like a really splendid idea.
He let her manoeuvre him around towards the bed. The back of his legs came up against the mattress and he let himself fall backwards into its soft clasp.
And it was soft. Soft and extremely comfortable. He slithered further back until his whole body rested in the centre of the massive bed. Sulpa came with him, on top and raining soft kisses down on him all the way. Her hand continued to gently stroke his erection.
Her lips moved up his body until they finally found his mouth. She lay on top of him and they shared a dreamy kiss.
Dimly, Ken realised his left hand was still wrapped around something. He let go of it so he could put his arms around Sulpa and lose himself totally in the kiss.
She broke it off and what seemed a blissful eternity. She stared down at him with her big, dark eyes. They were like whirlpools. They pulled him in and drowned him.
"Let's fuck," she whispered.
And let's pause it there because I am evil personified. This time it will definitely continue tomorrow as I got carried away and wrote so much for part 1-5 I ended up splitting it into two parts.
Friday, May 29, 2015
Okasare Kenny 1-4: Sulpa
And we're back! Sorry about that. The pause ended up being a little longer than anticipated. This part ended up being a complete nightmare to write for some reason. About six or seven versions of it ended up in the wastepaper basket over the last couple of days. Either the characters weren't right or the story was spinning wheels without actually going anywhere. Sometimes that happens (and I suspect there will be a few more similar pauses where the story gets stuck before the whole tale is told). Anyway, here's part 1-4 and I hope I won't be making you wait as long for part 1-5.
1-4: Sulpa
She turned her dark eyes on Ken. They smouldered like sultry magnets.
"Why don't we go upstairs and fuck?"
That sounded like a good idea actually. Ken started to get to his feet.
Wait...
She tempts unwary travellers and feeds off their life force.
No, not that. That was Celestrico's silliness.
"Will I need to pay for this?" he asked.
Sulpa gave him a languid nod of her head. "All who enter my house are welcome to partake of the pleasures of my body... for a price."
That was annoying. Did he even have any money? Yes. He did, surprisingly enough. He found a pouch bulging with coins hanging from his waist. Had that always been there?
He detached the pouch and emptied some of the coins into his hand. They looked like gold.
Or this was really his wallet and the funky post-hypnotic suggestion shit was fucking with his perception and making him see it as a fantasy-world equivalent.
"Five of those and all this..." Sulpa stood up and swept her hands over the perfect contours of her body. "...is yours for the night."
That sounded perfectly reasonable to Ken.
Assuming the money was his and he was not carrying it on behalf of someone else. It would be more than a little awkward if he later found out it belonged to the local crime lord and he had to explain how he'd blown it on a hot hooker.
Sulpa saw his reluctant expression. "You were likely on your way to spend your coin on me anyway," she said. "There's no real other reason for travellers to be out here."
"Well in that case I owe it to past-Ken to carry out his wishes," Ken said with a charming smile.
He walked around the table and dropped five coins into Sulpa's outstretched palm. She secreted them about her person, as scantily-dressed as it was, like a magician making coins vanish.
"That's my name, by the way," Ken said. "Ken."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Ken," Sulpa said.
Lithe and graceful, Sulpa led him to the curtain she'd entered through. She glanced over her shoulder at him. "My room is this way."
The passageway beyond was dark and the only illumination was tainted with fleshy shades of pink and red. He followed Sulpa's shapely rump up two flights of stairs. It was a lovely sight if a little spoilt by the shitty post-hypnotic suggestion that caused him to see a slender tail swinging back and forth with her hips.
Although it wasn't that bad.
Strangely alluring, in a way.
Current-Ken wondered if past-Ken had some strange tastes he'd neglected to tell him about.
He followed Sulpa around an intimate maze of narrow corridors. This place seemed a little bigger than it looked from the outside, Ken thought. He didn't pass any doors. All the rooms were hidden behind thick sets of red drapes. He tried to peep through the gaps and saw only darkness inside.
Sulpa stopped before one room and pulled the curtains aside. They didn't swish aside like normal curtains. The fabric was fixed in the centre of both floor and ceiling. The entrance stretched open like the pupil of a cat's eye.
Or a particularly private part of the female anatomy, Ken thought. An impression that was likely deliberately encouraged.
Sulpa turned to him. Her lips were bunched up in a lush pout. "Come inside," she said.
Nothing accidental about that innuendo either.
I'd love to, Ken thought. Lots.
The room on the other side was mostly all bed. A massive circular mattress lay against one corner. It was piled high with fancy cushions and looked invitingly soft and luxurious. Sulpa stood to the side, her body equally invitingly soft and luxurious.
"This is a little full on," Ken said.
"It's okay to have second thoughts," Sulpa said. "This is a house of pleasure. No-one is forced to do anything they don't want to."
"Oh I want to," Ken said. "It's just this damn memory loss. I don't know me. I might be the sort that's uncomfortable with the idea of paying for it."
"You don't know how comfortable I can make you feel," Sulpa said.
Faint exotic scents tickled Ken's nostrils.
"I don't doubt it," he said. "But I'm going to feel like a real piece of shit tomorrow if I wake up and remember I have a girlfriend or wife."
"Why? You have a perfect excuse," Sulpa said. "You were ensorcelled... confused. Any lover, if she truly loves you, would understand."
She slowly peeled away the gossamer veils covering the shiny curves of her gorgeous breasts.
"You're a very bad girl," Ken smiled. "Leading me astray like this."
Fuck it. She was as hot as fuck. He'd deal with the consequences—if there were any—later.
"Of course, what else would you expect from a succubus," Sulpa said.
1-4: Sulpa
She turned her dark eyes on Ken. They smouldered like sultry magnets.
"Why don't we go upstairs and fuck?"
That sounded like a good idea actually. Ken started to get to his feet.
Wait...
She tempts unwary travellers and feeds off their life force.
No, not that. That was Celestrico's silliness.
"Will I need to pay for this?" he asked.
Sulpa gave him a languid nod of her head. "All who enter my house are welcome to partake of the pleasures of my body... for a price."
That was annoying. Did he even have any money? Yes. He did, surprisingly enough. He found a pouch bulging with coins hanging from his waist. Had that always been there?
He detached the pouch and emptied some of the coins into his hand. They looked like gold.
Or this was really his wallet and the funky post-hypnotic suggestion shit was fucking with his perception and making him see it as a fantasy-world equivalent.
"Five of those and all this..." Sulpa stood up and swept her hands over the perfect contours of her body. "...is yours for the night."
That sounded perfectly reasonable to Ken.
Assuming the money was his and he was not carrying it on behalf of someone else. It would be more than a little awkward if he later found out it belonged to the local crime lord and he had to explain how he'd blown it on a hot hooker.
Sulpa saw his reluctant expression. "You were likely on your way to spend your coin on me anyway," she said. "There's no real other reason for travellers to be out here."
"Well in that case I owe it to past-Ken to carry out his wishes," Ken said with a charming smile.
He walked around the table and dropped five coins into Sulpa's outstretched palm. She secreted them about her person, as scantily-dressed as it was, like a magician making coins vanish.
"That's my name, by the way," Ken said. "Ken."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Ken," Sulpa said.
Lithe and graceful, Sulpa led him to the curtain she'd entered through. She glanced over her shoulder at him. "My room is this way."
The passageway beyond was dark and the only illumination was tainted with fleshy shades of pink and red. He followed Sulpa's shapely rump up two flights of stairs. It was a lovely sight if a little spoilt by the shitty post-hypnotic suggestion that caused him to see a slender tail swinging back and forth with her hips.
Although it wasn't that bad.
Strangely alluring, in a way.
Current-Ken wondered if past-Ken had some strange tastes he'd neglected to tell him about.
He followed Sulpa around an intimate maze of narrow corridors. This place seemed a little bigger than it looked from the outside, Ken thought. He didn't pass any doors. All the rooms were hidden behind thick sets of red drapes. He tried to peep through the gaps and saw only darkness inside.
Sulpa stopped before one room and pulled the curtains aside. They didn't swish aside like normal curtains. The fabric was fixed in the centre of both floor and ceiling. The entrance stretched open like the pupil of a cat's eye.
Or a particularly private part of the female anatomy, Ken thought. An impression that was likely deliberately encouraged.
Sulpa turned to him. Her lips were bunched up in a lush pout. "Come inside," she said.
Nothing accidental about that innuendo either.
I'd love to, Ken thought. Lots.
The room on the other side was mostly all bed. A massive circular mattress lay against one corner. It was piled high with fancy cushions and looked invitingly soft and luxurious. Sulpa stood to the side, her body equally invitingly soft and luxurious.
"This is a little full on," Ken said.
"It's okay to have second thoughts," Sulpa said. "This is a house of pleasure. No-one is forced to do anything they don't want to."
"Oh I want to," Ken said. "It's just this damn memory loss. I don't know me. I might be the sort that's uncomfortable with the idea of paying for it."
"You don't know how comfortable I can make you feel," Sulpa said.
Faint exotic scents tickled Ken's nostrils.
"I don't doubt it," he said. "But I'm going to feel like a real piece of shit tomorrow if I wake up and remember I have a girlfriend or wife."
"Why? You have a perfect excuse," Sulpa said. "You were ensorcelled... confused. Any lover, if she truly loves you, would understand."
She slowly peeled away the gossamer veils covering the shiny curves of her gorgeous breasts.
"You're a very bad girl," Ken smiled. "Leading me astray like this."
Fuck it. She was as hot as fuck. He'd deal with the consequences—if there were any—later.
"Of course, what else would you expect from a succubus," Sulpa said.
I suspect the only one who thinks that's a twist is poor Kenny. Let's see how he handles it next time (which hopefully won't be as long as the wait for this part).
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Okasare Kenny 1-3: pause
Only a brief one.
I was out playing cricket all Sunday and at the SlamDunk festival all Monday ( \m/ ) and wasn't able to get far enough ahead to have some chapters ready to post in advance. I'll be back to writing tomorrow and should have an update then.
I was out playing cricket all Sunday and at the SlamDunk festival all Monday ( \m/ ) and wasn't able to get far enough ahead to have some chapters ready to post in advance. I'll be back to writing tomorrow and should have an update then.
Saturday, May 23, 2015
Okasare Kenny 1-3: Sulpa
Typical me. Leave it on a mini-cliffhanger and then neglect to update it the next day. While I will try to keep a daily schedule, there will be the occasional blip. Anyway, resuming our story...
1-3: Sulpa
Sulpa sighed. She gestured to the far side of the table.
"Come, sit down. There are some things you should know."
Well, this has deviated from the plan somewhat, Ken thought. As Sulpa was not actively trying to fang him in the throat, he supposed he should hear her out.
Carefully.
He got back to his feet and took a place on the far side of the table. He still kept hold of his sword.
"Celestrico is a trickster," Sulpa said. "This is one of her games. I'm sorry you've been dragged into it."
"So I'm not the brave hero chosen by destiny to rid the world of the demon queen?" Ken said.
To her credit Sulpa did try very hard not to laugh.
"Do you feel like a mighty warrior capable of taking on the forces of darkness single-handed?" Sulpa asked.
Ken looked at the sword in his hand, the one he wasn't really sure he knew how to wield correctly.
"I thought it sounded really silly," he said. "But my head is so screwed up—I've lost my memory—I didn't have anything else to go on."
"That's Celestrico," Sulpa said. "It's part of her game. She finds a lone traveller, ensorcells them to cloud their memories and then convinces them they're on a vital and holy quest."
And probably screws around with their perception as well, Ken thought. Just because he could see horns on Sulpa's head and bat wings sprouting from her back didn't mean they were there. Maybe Celestrico had done that as well—hypnotized him into seeing a demon when all that was there was a harmless young woman.
It unnerved him. He'd thought hypnotism was just a stage trick. For someone to reach into his head like this and scramble his brain made him feel all skeevy. Like returning home to find someone had been through all his private belongings. No, worse than that. This was his head, his thoughts—it didn't get any more personal.
"How do I reverse it?" has asked.
Seeing horns on every pretty girl he looked at wasn't going to be conducive to a healthy sex life.
"You'll be okay," Sulpa said. "Your memory will come back in a day or so. It did for the others."
That was a relief. He still felt dirty. Used. He doubted that feeling would go away anytime soon.
"Why does she do it?" he asked.
Sulpa shrugged. "Fun. It amuses her. She's always had a mischievous side."
Ken looked at his sword. It was hard, metallic and pointy. If he impaled someone with it they'd end up very dead. Haha, let's all laugh at the innocent person twitching in agony on the end of a sword while they bleed out.
"Mischievous? I'd go with sociopathic," he said. "You're taking it way better than I would if I knew some lunatic was brain-washing hapless men and sending them on crazy quests to kill me."
"All of us around here are familiar with Celestrico's games," Sulpa said. "They're not that dangerous. She doesn't risk playing with powerful warriors. Simple travellers and merchants are her usual playthings. Men—and sometimes women—who aren't skilled in the combat arts."
"Yeah, but neither are dancers. And you're unarmed," Ken pointed out. He couldn't believe how blasé she was about the whole thing. "What if I hadn't listened and attacked you? You could be injured or even dead by now."
"I can look after myself." The corner of Sulpa's lips turned up in a mysterious smile. "If anything, it's you who should be more worried about death and injury. There are others Celestrico could have sent you after, others that take a much dimmer view of would-be assassins."
Oh... shit, yeah. Ken imagined what might have happened had his target been a local crime lord or dignitary—someone with bodyguards—and quickly pushed the image aside. It was not pretty picture.
"You're lucky Celestrico chose me as your target," Sulpa said. "The ones I've been forced to subdue enjoyed being subdued by me so much some of them returned as regular clients."
There was a dirty twinkle in her dark eyes and her smile was less than innocent.
Ken was still thinking of how much worse it could have been. He wondered how much of his perception was fucked up. How much of what he saw was real? Was it a sword in his hand, or just a stick? That might explain why she was so unconcerned by his appearance. He thought he was in a brothel. What if it was really someone's front living room?
"Ugh. Sorry about this," Ken said. "I'm feeling totally headfucked at the moment."
"That is Celestrico's intention," Sulpa said.
"What now?" Ken asked.
"You should rest here awhile and let your head clear. Mmm..."
Sulpa placed a finger against her lips and stared thoughtfully into space. The movement brought Ken's attention to her plump, sensual lips. They glistened moistly in the low, intimate light.
"I do have a suggestion for how we can occupy that time."
She turned her dark eyes on Ken. They smouldered like sultry magnets.
"Why don't we go upstairs and fuck?"
Uh oh. Danger danger,Will Robinson Ken Parker-Stone. We'll see how that pans out... tomorrow (possibly)
1-3: Sulpa
Sulpa sighed. She gestured to the far side of the table.
"Come, sit down. There are some things you should know."
Well, this has deviated from the plan somewhat, Ken thought. As Sulpa was not actively trying to fang him in the throat, he supposed he should hear her out.
Carefully.
He got back to his feet and took a place on the far side of the table. He still kept hold of his sword.
"Celestrico is a trickster," Sulpa said. "This is one of her games. I'm sorry you've been dragged into it."
"So I'm not the brave hero chosen by destiny to rid the world of the demon queen?" Ken said.
To her credit Sulpa did try very hard not to laugh.
"Do you feel like a mighty warrior capable of taking on the forces of darkness single-handed?" Sulpa asked.
Ken looked at the sword in his hand, the one he wasn't really sure he knew how to wield correctly.
"I thought it sounded really silly," he said. "But my head is so screwed up—I've lost my memory—I didn't have anything else to go on."
"That's Celestrico," Sulpa said. "It's part of her game. She finds a lone traveller, ensorcells them to cloud their memories and then convinces them they're on a vital and holy quest."
And probably screws around with their perception as well, Ken thought. Just because he could see horns on Sulpa's head and bat wings sprouting from her back didn't mean they were there. Maybe Celestrico had done that as well—hypnotized him into seeing a demon when all that was there was a harmless young woman.
It unnerved him. He'd thought hypnotism was just a stage trick. For someone to reach into his head like this and scramble his brain made him feel all skeevy. Like returning home to find someone had been through all his private belongings. No, worse than that. This was his head, his thoughts—it didn't get any more personal.
"How do I reverse it?" has asked.
Seeing horns on every pretty girl he looked at wasn't going to be conducive to a healthy sex life.
"You'll be okay," Sulpa said. "Your memory will come back in a day or so. It did for the others."
That was a relief. He still felt dirty. Used. He doubted that feeling would go away anytime soon.
"Why does she do it?" he asked.
Sulpa shrugged. "Fun. It amuses her. She's always had a mischievous side."
Ken looked at his sword. It was hard, metallic and pointy. If he impaled someone with it they'd end up very dead. Haha, let's all laugh at the innocent person twitching in agony on the end of a sword while they bleed out.
"Mischievous? I'd go with sociopathic," he said. "You're taking it way better than I would if I knew some lunatic was brain-washing hapless men and sending them on crazy quests to kill me."
"All of us around here are familiar with Celestrico's games," Sulpa said. "They're not that dangerous. She doesn't risk playing with powerful warriors. Simple travellers and merchants are her usual playthings. Men—and sometimes women—who aren't skilled in the combat arts."
"Yeah, but neither are dancers. And you're unarmed," Ken pointed out. He couldn't believe how blasé she was about the whole thing. "What if I hadn't listened and attacked you? You could be injured or even dead by now."
"I can look after myself." The corner of Sulpa's lips turned up in a mysterious smile. "If anything, it's you who should be more worried about death and injury. There are others Celestrico could have sent you after, others that take a much dimmer view of would-be assassins."
Oh... shit, yeah. Ken imagined what might have happened had his target been a local crime lord or dignitary—someone with bodyguards—and quickly pushed the image aside. It was not pretty picture.
"You're lucky Celestrico chose me as your target," Sulpa said. "The ones I've been forced to subdue enjoyed being subdued by me so much some of them returned as regular clients."
There was a dirty twinkle in her dark eyes and her smile was less than innocent.
Ken was still thinking of how much worse it could have been. He wondered how much of his perception was fucked up. How much of what he saw was real? Was it a sword in his hand, or just a stick? That might explain why she was so unconcerned by his appearance. He thought he was in a brothel. What if it was really someone's front living room?
"Ugh. Sorry about this," Ken said. "I'm feeling totally headfucked at the moment."
"That is Celestrico's intention," Sulpa said.
"What now?" Ken asked.
"You should rest here awhile and let your head clear. Mmm..."
Sulpa placed a finger against her lips and stared thoughtfully into space. The movement brought Ken's attention to her plump, sensual lips. They glistened moistly in the low, intimate light.
"I do have a suggestion for how we can occupy that time."
She turned her dark eyes on Ken. They smouldered like sultry magnets.
"Why don't we go upstairs and fuck?"
Uh oh. Danger danger,
Friday, May 22, 2015
Okasare Kenny 1-2: Sulpa
A little later than planned, but still technically the next day. I think.
1-2: Sulpa
Heart thudding in his chest, Ken pushed the door open and stepped inside. On the other side was a short corridor with a thick red drape at the end. He remembered he was still wielding his sword and that marching into someone's front room with a drawn sword probably sent out the wrong impression. He found a sheath attached to the belt around his waist and sheathed his sword. He kept his left hand close. The moment he saw a misplaced wrinkle or the slightest point of a fang this bad boy was coming straight back out again.
On the other side of the curtain was a luxurious waiting area. The air was warmer inside and thick with a heady blend of incense. The source of the heat was a large fireplace tucked into the far wall. Jos sticks were positioned around the room and sent out hazy tendrils of perfumed smoke. The floor was carpeted in thick furs and piled high with plump cushions in pastel shades of pink, red and purple. An ornate hookah stood on a low table near the door.
Evidently they weren't kidding around with that partaking of pleasures thing, Ken thought. Add a few dusky maidens dressed in nothing more than billowy see-through robes and he'd be able to fool himself into thinking he'd just walked into one of those decadent harem palaces of yore.
Currently it was a very empty pleasure palace of yore. No dusky maidens in simmering gowns. No grossly overweight, bald merchants ogling them. No lantern-jawed heroic types being all manly while ogling them.
There was only Ken Parker-Stone, possible demon-slayer extraordinaire.
Hmm. What did he do now? Put his feet up and wait for the demon to come along and attempt to seduce him into offering up his throat? At the moment there was a noticeable absence of both sexy seductions and throat attacks.
Silvery bells tinkled deeper in the building. After a short pause a curtain on the other side of the room swished aside and a dusky-skinned, dark-haired maiden who blew away all of Ken's fantasy images of dusky-skinned, dark-haired maidens entered the room.
"Greetings, weary traveller. I am Sulpa," the gorgeous dusky-skinned, dark-haired maiden said.
Okay. This was sexy seduction and some, Ken thought. She didn't really have to do anything. Sex appeal oozed from her pores.
It also helped she was practically naked. Or at least, might as well have been. The billowy blouse and veils she wore were so gossamer-thin and transparent they might as well have not been there. Beneath them her skin was the colour of creamy coffee and looked so smooth Ken felt a primitive longing to slide his hand over her curves.
And what curves she had. Her chest and hips bloomed out in contrast to her slender waist. She definitely had one of those improbable figures horny videogame artists liked so much, only it couldn't really be classed as improbable fantasy when the real thing was standing before Ken in the flesh. It was flesh with next to nothing left to the imagination either. Her dark nipples, clearly erect, were visible beneath her gauzy blouse. The only part of her body not visible to Ken was the intimate part between her legs. That was covered in a tiny triangle of darker material lined with filigree gold chain.
Her face was just as gorgeous as the rest of her body. Black hair fell on either side in luxuriant waves. Her lips were lush and achingly kissable. Her most devastating feature was her eyes. They were picked out in thick black kohl and smouldered as they stared at him with an intensity that made him feel like he was the sole focus of either a forever-burning passion or all-consuming hunger. Or both. Sulpa was not a woman who felt the need to hide her desires.
She also did not feel the need to hide what she really was. Ken had expected to only see her demonic features when she transformed to attack him. Sulpa entered the room already transformed. She wore her demonic features out in the open. Ken saw horns, wings and a tail. They all had the same gossamer insubstantiality as the veils that failed to hide her flesh. Her horns looked like they were made out of glass threaded through with twinkling stars. Her wings and tail were the same. As with Celestrico, Sulpa's additional features complemented and added to her exotic appeal.
Calm it, Ken thought. Remember why you're here.
For all he knew, maybe she transformed from demonic to even more demonic when she got close enough to strike.
"Rest your weary feet, traveller," Sulpa said in a voice as smooth as a sensual caress. "I will dance for you."
Ken settled down on one of the soft cushions. Sulpa moved to an open area and began to dance. Ken didn't know much about dance and couldn't identify what kind of dance it was. Her movements were slow and languid, and seemed designed to show off the supple perfection of her form. Gauzy veils floated around her in a hypnotic swirl. Her wings, also see-through and delicately beautiful, functioned as additional veils sweeping and swirling around her gyrating form.
Throughout it all her dark, smouldering eyes remained fixed on Ken. They, and the smooth economy of movement of her dance, ignited fires in his blood.
Remember what she is.
(might be)
Okay, so this was a lot stronger than flashing a bit of tit or ass. Her dance mesmerised Ken.
He didn't realise how much she had captivated his attention until he realised she'd approached close enough to him for a perfumed veil to swish under his nose. She danced closer still—bending her pliant body towards him.
She's going to fang you in the neck! a voice screamed at the back of his mind.
Panicking, Ken propelled himself backwards. He failed to jump back to his feet and instead collided with the back wall, dislodging a piece of artwork from the wall. He landed awkwardly on his ass, but just about managed to get his sword out of his sheath and wave it in the direction of the demonic dancer.
Sulpa stopped dancing and looked at Ken with a stunned expression. Then understanding dawned on her face.
"You're here because Celestrico sent you, aren't you," she said.
She moved away and took a seat at the low table.
"What story did she use this time? Let me guess, she told you I was an evil succubus that sucked the souls out of unfortunate travellers."
Sulpa sighed. She gestured to the far side of the table.
"Come, sit down. There are some things you should know."
1-2: Sulpa
Heart thudding in his chest, Ken pushed the door open and stepped inside. On the other side was a short corridor with a thick red drape at the end. He remembered he was still wielding his sword and that marching into someone's front room with a drawn sword probably sent out the wrong impression. He found a sheath attached to the belt around his waist and sheathed his sword. He kept his left hand close. The moment he saw a misplaced wrinkle or the slightest point of a fang this bad boy was coming straight back out again.
On the other side of the curtain was a luxurious waiting area. The air was warmer inside and thick with a heady blend of incense. The source of the heat was a large fireplace tucked into the far wall. Jos sticks were positioned around the room and sent out hazy tendrils of perfumed smoke. The floor was carpeted in thick furs and piled high with plump cushions in pastel shades of pink, red and purple. An ornate hookah stood on a low table near the door.
Evidently they weren't kidding around with that partaking of pleasures thing, Ken thought. Add a few dusky maidens dressed in nothing more than billowy see-through robes and he'd be able to fool himself into thinking he'd just walked into one of those decadent harem palaces of yore.
Currently it was a very empty pleasure palace of yore. No dusky maidens in simmering gowns. No grossly overweight, bald merchants ogling them. No lantern-jawed heroic types being all manly while ogling them.
There was only Ken Parker-Stone, possible demon-slayer extraordinaire.
Hmm. What did he do now? Put his feet up and wait for the demon to come along and attempt to seduce him into offering up his throat? At the moment there was a noticeable absence of both sexy seductions and throat attacks.
Silvery bells tinkled deeper in the building. After a short pause a curtain on the other side of the room swished aside and a dusky-skinned, dark-haired maiden who blew away all of Ken's fantasy images of dusky-skinned, dark-haired maidens entered the room.
"Greetings, weary traveller. I am Sulpa," the gorgeous dusky-skinned, dark-haired maiden said.
Okay. This was sexy seduction and some, Ken thought. She didn't really have to do anything. Sex appeal oozed from her pores.
It also helped she was practically naked. Or at least, might as well have been. The billowy blouse and veils she wore were so gossamer-thin and transparent they might as well have not been there. Beneath them her skin was the colour of creamy coffee and looked so smooth Ken felt a primitive longing to slide his hand over her curves.
And what curves she had. Her chest and hips bloomed out in contrast to her slender waist. She definitely had one of those improbable figures horny videogame artists liked so much, only it couldn't really be classed as improbable fantasy when the real thing was standing before Ken in the flesh. It was flesh with next to nothing left to the imagination either. Her dark nipples, clearly erect, were visible beneath her gauzy blouse. The only part of her body not visible to Ken was the intimate part between her legs. That was covered in a tiny triangle of darker material lined with filigree gold chain.
Her face was just as gorgeous as the rest of her body. Black hair fell on either side in luxuriant waves. Her lips were lush and achingly kissable. Her most devastating feature was her eyes. They were picked out in thick black kohl and smouldered as they stared at him with an intensity that made him feel like he was the sole focus of either a forever-burning passion or all-consuming hunger. Or both. Sulpa was not a woman who felt the need to hide her desires.
She also did not feel the need to hide what she really was. Ken had expected to only see her demonic features when she transformed to attack him. Sulpa entered the room already transformed. She wore her demonic features out in the open. Ken saw horns, wings and a tail. They all had the same gossamer insubstantiality as the veils that failed to hide her flesh. Her horns looked like they were made out of glass threaded through with twinkling stars. Her wings and tail were the same. As with Celestrico, Sulpa's additional features complemented and added to her exotic appeal.
Calm it, Ken thought. Remember why you're here.
For all he knew, maybe she transformed from demonic to even more demonic when she got close enough to strike.
"Rest your weary feet, traveller," Sulpa said in a voice as smooth as a sensual caress. "I will dance for you."
Ken settled down on one of the soft cushions. Sulpa moved to an open area and began to dance. Ken didn't know much about dance and couldn't identify what kind of dance it was. Her movements were slow and languid, and seemed designed to show off the supple perfection of her form. Gauzy veils floated around her in a hypnotic swirl. Her wings, also see-through and delicately beautiful, functioned as additional veils sweeping and swirling around her gyrating form.
Throughout it all her dark, smouldering eyes remained fixed on Ken. They, and the smooth economy of movement of her dance, ignited fires in his blood.
Remember what she is.
(might be)
Okay, so this was a lot stronger than flashing a bit of tit or ass. Her dance mesmerised Ken.
He didn't realise how much she had captivated his attention until he realised she'd approached close enough to him for a perfumed veil to swish under his nose. She danced closer still—bending her pliant body towards him.
She's going to fang you in the neck! a voice screamed at the back of his mind.
Panicking, Ken propelled himself backwards. He failed to jump back to his feet and instead collided with the back wall, dislodging a piece of artwork from the wall. He landed awkwardly on his ass, but just about managed to get his sword out of his sheath and wave it in the direction of the demonic dancer.
Sulpa stopped dancing and looked at Ken with a stunned expression. Then understanding dawned on her face.
"You're here because Celestrico sent you, aren't you," she said.
She moved away and took a seat at the low table.
"What story did she use this time? Let me guess, she told you I was an evil succubus that sucked the souls out of unfortunate travellers."
Sulpa sighed. She gestured to the far side of the table.
"Come, sit down. There are some things you should know."
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Okasare Kenny 1-1: Sulpa
This is my experiment in live(ish) writing a new novel/serial. It starts here with Chapter 0.
1-1: Sulpa
"Right, our first target is Sulpa the Succubus," Celestrico said.
"Target? You make this sound like an assassination mission," Ken said.
"Well, d'uh. What part of 'slay the demon queen and all her vile lieutenants' did you not understand?"
"I know, but when you put it like that it sounds so... I dunno... cold-blooded."
"Oh don’t worry, it will be plenty hot-blooded enough for you when you're fighting for your life."
Ken wasn't sure he liked the smile Celestrico gave him. He liked the prospect of 'fighting for his life' even less. Whatever he'd been before he'd lost his memories, he was fairly certain 'fighting for his life' had not been an everyday part of it. Once again he wondered how the hell he'd been selected for this crazy quest.
"A succubus?" he said. "Isn't that some kind of sex demon vampire thing?"
He dimly remembered them from various fantasy-themed videogames. They were usually demon women with improbably voluptuous figures and a predilection for wearing very little. Sort of like Celestrico, now that he thought about it.
"That's right," Celestrico said. "Physically Sulpa isn’t very powerful. She will try and avoid a direct confrontation if she can. If she's forced to fight, she will fall back on her charm and seduce skills to confuse and ensnare her opponent. She's a succubus, so she can appear extremely tempting. A strong-willed hero should be able to resist her wiles, though."
Assuming he was a strong-willed hero, Ken thought. It was battle enough to avoid staring into the creamy pink chasm of Celestrico's exposed cleavage every time they talked.
"Overall Sulpa isn't very strong. That's why I picked her as your first boss fight. You should have no problems overcoming her."
Even Celestrico was using videogame terminology. This world couldn't be as it appeared, Ken thought.
They had left the hill behind and descended down into a lush, fertile valley. The air was considerably warmer and more pleasant down here. Sulpa's 'lair' was an elegant house located on the side of a path that had broadened out into a road. The building was positioned as though it was a roadside inn. The décor spoke of another, less salubrious, function for the house. Red lanterns hung from the eaves. Fancy pink silks billowed in the heart-shaped windows of the first floor.
Yeah, had to be a whorehouse for sure, Ken thought.
"She tempts unwary travellers and feeds off their life force," Celestrico said.
"I see," Ken said. "So she's like one of those sexy vampires. She gives some poor sucker a flash of her ass or titties and then when they get close enough... rawr! she sinks her fangs in."
Celestrico watched his mime of biting someone in the throat with amused bemusement.
"Yes, but it's not that mouth you should fear," she said.
"So what's the plan?" Ken asked. "I charge in there..." He wanted to say 'guns blazing' and that reinforced just how wrong this world was. If he knew what a gun was, why wasn't he carrying one of them around instead of this trumped up kitchen knife? "...sword swinging?"
"No. She'll see you coming and flee," Celestrico said. "You'll need to turn the tables on her. Make her think you're one of her usual victims so you can get up close and... rawr!" She mimed stabbing someone with a sword.
"Sounds like a plan," Ken said.
He left Celestrico and walked towards the entrance to the inn-cum-brothel-cum-evil-succubus-lair. What he didn't tell her was that he also had another plan.
As he tightened the grip on the hilt of his sword and approached the door he felt discomfort rise within him. He expected that. He was walking up to a house, sword in hand, with the sole intent of murdering someone inside. If that didn't weird him out he'd be worrying about his mental wellbeing to be honest. Whatever he'd been before that damn arch had eaten his memories, it wasn't a ruthless killer. Every instinct told him this was wrong, a bad thing to do.
Unless, of course, Sulpa turned out to be the monster Celestrico had said she was. He had no qualms about shoving his sword through her guts if it was that or let her rip his jugular out. That was different—him or her, kill or be killed.
This was where his other plan came in. It was the same as the other with one crucial difference—he wouldn't attack anyone inside until he was absolutely certain they were a threat. He still didn't know whether he could trust Celestrico. He wasn't about to attack of opportunity Sulpa only to find out he'd just run through an innocent and perfectly harmless young woman. Nope, he'd wait. The moment she went all Klingon-face and tried to fang him in the neck... that's when he'd shove his sword through her guts.
There was a sign above the door.
Rest a While and Partake of our Pleasures, Weary Traveller.
Yep, knocking shop for sure.
The door was slightly ajar. He put a hand on it and his confidence evaporated. Was he really going to walk into the presence of something that might tear his throat out at any moment? Armed with nothing more than an overgrown penknife? He definitely had qualms about that. Lots of qualms. Shit fucking tons of qualms.
Heart thudding in his chest, Ken pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Hmm, I think Kenny might have got his mythical monsters mixed up here. To be continued tomorrow...
1-1: Sulpa
"Right, our first target is Sulpa the Succubus," Celestrico said.
"Target? You make this sound like an assassination mission," Ken said.
"Well, d'uh. What part of 'slay the demon queen and all her vile lieutenants' did you not understand?"
"I know, but when you put it like that it sounds so... I dunno... cold-blooded."
"Oh don’t worry, it will be plenty hot-blooded enough for you when you're fighting for your life."
Ken wasn't sure he liked the smile Celestrico gave him. He liked the prospect of 'fighting for his life' even less. Whatever he'd been before he'd lost his memories, he was fairly certain 'fighting for his life' had not been an everyday part of it. Once again he wondered how the hell he'd been selected for this crazy quest.
"A succubus?" he said. "Isn't that some kind of sex demon vampire thing?"
He dimly remembered them from various fantasy-themed videogames. They were usually demon women with improbably voluptuous figures and a predilection for wearing very little. Sort of like Celestrico, now that he thought about it.
"That's right," Celestrico said. "Physically Sulpa isn’t very powerful. She will try and avoid a direct confrontation if she can. If she's forced to fight, she will fall back on her charm and seduce skills to confuse and ensnare her opponent. She's a succubus, so she can appear extremely tempting. A strong-willed hero should be able to resist her wiles, though."
Assuming he was a strong-willed hero, Ken thought. It was battle enough to avoid staring into the creamy pink chasm of Celestrico's exposed cleavage every time they talked.
"Overall Sulpa isn't very strong. That's why I picked her as your first boss fight. You should have no problems overcoming her."
Even Celestrico was using videogame terminology. This world couldn't be as it appeared, Ken thought.
They had left the hill behind and descended down into a lush, fertile valley. The air was considerably warmer and more pleasant down here. Sulpa's 'lair' was an elegant house located on the side of a path that had broadened out into a road. The building was positioned as though it was a roadside inn. The décor spoke of another, less salubrious, function for the house. Red lanterns hung from the eaves. Fancy pink silks billowed in the heart-shaped windows of the first floor.
Yeah, had to be a whorehouse for sure, Ken thought.
"She tempts unwary travellers and feeds off their life force," Celestrico said.
"I see," Ken said. "So she's like one of those sexy vampires. She gives some poor sucker a flash of her ass or titties and then when they get close enough... rawr! she sinks her fangs in."
Celestrico watched his mime of biting someone in the throat with amused bemusement.
"Yes, but it's not that mouth you should fear," she said.
"So what's the plan?" Ken asked. "I charge in there..." He wanted to say 'guns blazing' and that reinforced just how wrong this world was. If he knew what a gun was, why wasn't he carrying one of them around instead of this trumped up kitchen knife? "...sword swinging?"
"No. She'll see you coming and flee," Celestrico said. "You'll need to turn the tables on her. Make her think you're one of her usual victims so you can get up close and... rawr!" She mimed stabbing someone with a sword.
"Sounds like a plan," Ken said.
He left Celestrico and walked towards the entrance to the inn-cum-brothel-cum-evil-succubus-lair. What he didn't tell her was that he also had another plan.
As he tightened the grip on the hilt of his sword and approached the door he felt discomfort rise within him. He expected that. He was walking up to a house, sword in hand, with the sole intent of murdering someone inside. If that didn't weird him out he'd be worrying about his mental wellbeing to be honest. Whatever he'd been before that damn arch had eaten his memories, it wasn't a ruthless killer. Every instinct told him this was wrong, a bad thing to do.
Unless, of course, Sulpa turned out to be the monster Celestrico had said she was. He had no qualms about shoving his sword through her guts if it was that or let her rip his jugular out. That was different—him or her, kill or be killed.
This was where his other plan came in. It was the same as the other with one crucial difference—he wouldn't attack anyone inside until he was absolutely certain they were a threat. He still didn't know whether he could trust Celestrico. He wasn't about to attack of opportunity Sulpa only to find out he'd just run through an innocent and perfectly harmless young woman. Nope, he'd wait. The moment she went all Klingon-face and tried to fang him in the neck... that's when he'd shove his sword through her guts.
There was a sign above the door.
Rest a While and Partake of our Pleasures, Weary Traveller.
Yep, knocking shop for sure.
The door was slightly ajar. He put a hand on it and his confidence evaporated. Was he really going to walk into the presence of something that might tear his throat out at any moment? Armed with nothing more than an overgrown penknife? He definitely had qualms about that. Lots of qualms. Shit fucking tons of qualms.
Heart thudding in his chest, Ken pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Hmm, I think Kenny might have got his mythical monsters mixed up here. To be continued tomorrow...
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