Okasare Kenny 1-8: Sulpa

So who's messing with poor Kenny's head more - Celestrico or Sulpa?  Time for the last part of Chapter 1.


1-8: Sulpa

"So this is your kinky speciality?" he said.  "A sex game where you use your succubus powers to subdue your client and pretend to drain their life.  Right?"

He said it more in hope than anything.  He didn't have anything else—Sulpa's vagina had rendered him completely helpless beneath her.

Sulpa's eyes twinkled mischievously.  She caressed his cheek.  "No.  This is not pretend.  My demon pussy really is going to suck out all your life."

So much for that then.

"Whatever happened to good business sense?" he asked.

Sulpa smiled.  "There are always more foolhardy adventurers."

And so much for sensible logic.

Sulpa inhaled.  Her vagina inhaled.  It didn't matter Ken had come only moments before.  His cock was rock-hard within her snug sheath and his arousal was being tugged higher and higher.

"There was one thing I didn't lie about," Sulpa said.  "The feeding process is extremely pleasurable for my victims."

She inhaled again and the fleshy walls of her vagina pulsed and fluttered around his erection.  It felt like many dextrous fingers stroking up and down his shaft.

"If my clients could come back, I'm sure they would," Sulpa said.

She clutched her big boobs and moaned in pleasure as she rode Ken's squirming form.  Within her pussy the membrane wrapped around Ken's glans pulsed like the bell of a jellyfish.

"Mmm, yes," Sulpa sighed.  "I promised you big, fat, juicy orgasms."

The stretchy membrane at the back of her vagina stretched taut across the swollen tip of his cock.  Her whole body inhaled.

Ken grunted and shuddered as she sucked one of those big, fat, juicy orgasms out of him.  He spurted another massive load of cum into the tight clasp of her pussy.  Again that membrane greedily drank up every drop of his issue.  The nimbus around Sulpa's horns changed to a soft white glow.  As Ken bucked and pumped his semen up into her, the veins inside her translucent horns throbbed white.

"So nice," Sulpa murmured.

She hadn't lied about it being pleasurable.  Ken felt satisfied like he'd never before been satisfied—either through great sex or epic porn-fuelled masturbation sessions.

"There's no need to be afraid," Sulpa said.  "This is what it feels like—one big, fat, juicy orgasm after another."

Ken disagreed.  There was plenty of need to be afraid when it was his life slowly being drained away.

Sulpa's soft pussy throbbed and squeezed.  The whole of Ken's still-hard erection felt warm and pleasantly tingly.  Another flex, another suck, and Ken was coming again.  His thoughts were whited out by the pleasurable throbs of ejaculation as he released his semen—and more of his life—deep inside her.

Sulpa cooed with pleasure.  She pursed her fulsome lips and exhaled a little plume of white smoke.  Her horns had filled with so much white they were opaque and milky-white in colour.

"Mmm.  One big, fat, juicy orgasm after another," she sighed.  Her eyes were also filling up—becoming cloudy-white in colour.

Her pussy flexed... squeezed.  Another orgasm erupted from Ken.  It felt like it had been dragged up from his toes.

Fuck, this was happening.  Really happening.  He was going to die here.  That couldn't be right.  Wasn't he supposed to be the chosen hero?  He couldn't fall to the first boss like this.

Sulpa fell forward on top of him.  Her body covered Ken like a warm blanket.  She wrapped her arms around him and her lips found his.  She lost him in another dreamy kiss.  The cushioned walls of her vagina continued to throb around his over-sensitised cock.  Slow this time.  Slow and sensuous.  When the orgasm came it bubbled up out of him like gas escaping a deep ocean vent.  When it burst on the surface, pleasure washed all through his body.  Washed everything else away.

Another bubble welled up.  And another.  And another.

Ken was lost in a dreamlike cocoon of bliss.  Uncomfortable niggling sensations of his skin starting to pull tight against his bones and his internal organs beginning to crinkle up couldn't penetrate.  There was only Sulpa and her warm body on top of his, her soft lips against his, her softer vagina gently sucking on his erection...

Another big bubble welled up and burst with a blissful plop.

Mercifully, Ken had already drifted away into pleasant oblivion when his organs started to fail.


Goddammit Horror-Head!  I leave you alone for five minutes and you go and off my protagonist.  This is supposed to be a full novel, not one of my short stories.  We do not let our sexy succubi eat the main guy in a full novel.  That's just... grrr!

Oh well, next up: Okasare Kenny Someone Else: Asphya

Okasare Kenny 1-7: Sulpa

Welcome to Okasare Kenny, one author's foolhardy attempt to live-write a novel and post it on his blog, daily (sort of).  The first part can be found here.  Last up our hero found himself in a very precarious (but sexy) predicament.


1-7: Sulpa

"You shouldn't believe what a succubus tells you," Sulpa said.  "We're delightfully deceitful creatures."

Ken's surprise at this sudden turn of events was overtaken by a more pressing biological function.  Sulpa's pussy throbbed around his cock and his arousal—already hovering just below the brink—finally bubbled over.  Ken grunted and his body bucked involuntarily as a powerful orgasm surged through him.  Sulpa rode his body like a wave.  Her vagina remained as tight a hold on his erection as a vacuum tube.  Ken's cock swelled within the cushioned grip of her pussy and deposited a massive load of semen into her smothering flesh.

"Mmm, delicious," Sulpa sighed.

Whatever membrane enfolded the tip of her cock greedily absorbed his cum right down to the last drop.

It absorbed something else as well.

Was absorbing.

It had come out with his ejaculation and continued to flow out of his penis like air from a punctured balloon.  Ken felt like he was deflating in the same way.

"Can you feel my delectable little pussy draining all your strength," Sulpa teased.

The soft fleshy walls of her vagina squeezed and throbbed around him.  The sinfully slippery membrane at the end continued to draw his strength out through his cock.  Her translucent horns were picked out in the darkness with a faint red nimbus.  The same red glow travelled up inside them in pulsing veins.

Ken realised too late what Celestrico had meant when she'd told him it wasn't Sulpa's normal mouth he should fear.

What insanity had possessed him to make him think going to bed with Sulpa was a good idea?  His head was still fogged with it even now.  At the back of his mind a soothing voice kept telling him to ignore what was happening, to not worry, to lie back and enjoy it.

He had to shake it off.

Sulpa's soft pussy clenched tighter around him and she moaned in pleasure as Ken weakened beneath her.

Had to shake her off.

At least she hadn't vamped up or hulked out into a more monstrous form.  She was still just a slip of a whore with big boobs.  All he had to do was throw her off.  Lift up his body and...

...he couldn't.  It felt like his upper body had doubled in weight and kept growing heavier.

He tried to buck her off, to put up his arms and shove her off.  Sulpa smiled at his feeble efforts.  She rode him like a broken horse.  All the time her vagina kept a deathgrip on his cock and continued to suck.

"Mmm, I'm sucking all the fight right out of you," Sulpa sighed.  "Soon you won't be able to resist at all."

Ken glimpsed his sword lying over on the edge of the bed where he'd discarded it.  If only he could reach it...

No.

Too far.

He reached for the sword, his palm open as if straining to will it—Jedi-style—into his hand.  Celestrico said he had hidden powers.  He could hope.  Right?

Sulpa noticed.  "I think we'll take any magic power, just in case.  I don't want any surprises."

Her vagina gave a strange shudder and squirmed against his trapped cock.  Ken felt an even stranger feeling inside him.  It tumbled up his shaft and was released as a little puff inside her.

The nimbus around her horns changed to blue.  It was not there very long.  Sulpa's eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh.  That’s not much," she said.  "I expected more from a champion."

She placed a hand on his chest and let her fingers twirl through his hairs.

"If I'd known you were this weak I'd have saved us a lot of time and simply charmed you into submission downstairs.  I suppose it makes for a more interesting game this way."

Ken's body felt like it had been replaced with sacks of wet sand.  He couldn't even lift his head up off the mattress.

"So this is your kinky speciality?" he said.  "A sex game where you use your succubus powers to subdue your client and pretend to drain their life.  Right?"

He said it more in hope than anything.  He didn't have anything else—Sulpa's vagina had rendered him completely helpless beneath her.

Sulpa's eyes twinkled mischievously.


Phew, that's a relief.  It was looking like this was going to be a very short novel at one point.  To be continued...

Okasare Kenny 1-6: Sulpa

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...

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.

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.

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).

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.

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)