Every Hero Deserves A Blowjob

Every Hero Deserves A Blowjob

Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

What do you do when you’ve been gifted with a magical power that translates the world you see as a video game, and at the same time have found yourself at the erogenous epicenter of the supernatural realm? Good question! You become a hero!

Summary

What do you do when you’ve been gifted with a magical power that translates the world you see as a video game, and at the same time have found yourself at the erogenous epicenter of the supernatural realm? Good question! You become a hero!

Chapter9 (v.5) - Chapter 9

Chapter Content - ver.5

Submitted: August 06, 2018

Reads: 102

Comments: 1

A A A | A A A

Chapter Content - ver.5

Submitted: August 06, 2018

A A A

A A A

Chapter 9

 

Ryoko

 

An overwhelming sense of disgust threatened to consume Ryoko as she stepped out of the tent. She felt no different despite the sacrifice she’d made, and the gravity of her miscalculation sent her heart into a spiral. She was supposed to be able to feel the change. Instead, she felt empty.

 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Ryoko thought as she cursed her own incompetence. Now, the misunderstanding had escalated, and she lacked any way to explain herself. She doubted that Aria would listen anyway. Would she be any different if she were in Aria’s shoes?

 

The betrayed look in Aria’s eyes ate away at Ryoko as she followed the sunken footprints in the sand. One set of prints led toward the beach, and a fresher set headed back to the hotel. The beautiful succubus was running. Ryoko was too weak to match the lengthy stride.

 

Panic began to creep into Ryoko’s heart as she attempted to fly but found she could not. After the battle to modify her verbal contract with Tera, Ryoko had felt strength fill every fiber of her essence. That same strength felt sapped from her now, and she wondered what other magical abilities the mortal possessed.

 

She knew it didn’t matter. None of it mattered if she ruined what she and Aria had and the promise they had made for the future. She needed to find her. She needed to explain, even if that meant resorting to crude gestures. Ryoko took a deep breath and forced herself to move faster.

 

As she crested the sandy ridge, the path gave way to solid concrete and the footprints faded. Only puddles reflecting her vibrant moon greeted her – well, that and the soft chorus of frogs and crickets. Ryoko desperately searched the area as she cracked her knuckles absently. Where are you, my Queen?

 

“No one asked you to follow me.”

 

Ryoko had just passed through the shadow of apartments where the witches lived when Aria’s bittersweet voice stopped her. Buried deep in the shadows, pink orbs studied her. Conflicting emotions rushed through her as Aria stepped into the moonlight: fear, guilt, remorse, shame. More than anything, the fear that she had broken something irreparably.

 

The glow of the night sky draped the succubus in a pale radiance. Somehow, the horns protruding from her crown of purple curls looked longer, sharper. Aria turned at the last second and for a blissful moment, her tail licked at the exposed skin of Ryoko’s lower back. Ryoko wanted to reach out for her, but the guilt in her heart kept her glued in place.

 

“Are you coming or not?”

 

“Yes…”

 

Aria froze. Before Ryoko could react, she felt Aria’s thin succubus tail wrap around her waist. She was jerked forward as Aria pivoted, their bodies brought closer. Ryoko could feel Aria’s luminescent pink pupils burning holes into her. Even in the shadows decorating the world around them, she looked beautiful.

 

“Say again?”

 

No words came, as hard as Ryoko compelled them to. Why only one word? Only one stupid fucking word. She tried again, but only a coarse sound left her lips. Nothing intelligible.

 

Aria’s eyes left Ryoko as she peered over Ryoko’s shoulder. The aggravating bickering of the witches filled the night air and it seemed they had almost caught up. Ryoko longed to have those mesmerizing pink pupils stare into her longer.

 

Instead, Aria grabbed her wrist and pulled. To her delight, they were running. Ryoko’s heart raced with every step. The words no longer mattered, only the loose grip on her hand and the fragrance filling the air as Aria took the lead.

 

****

 

Karma

 

At first, I thought Aria’s outburst was directed at me. After Ryoko rushed out of the tent, bits and pieces of the history the two women shared began to fall into place. I had Ehma to thank for that. I was surprised, to say the least. Who would have thought the same pink-eyed beauty from before – now with the addition of horns, wings, and a tail – was actually part of this strange group of otherworldly women?

 

Ehma provided just enough information to make me feel like a scumbag, but how was I supposed to know they were engaged? Even if I had known, Ryoko was still a Dragon Goddess. She had basically abducted me.

 

Was the blowjob from before all part of the plan? My dismay brought on a fit of laughter from Ehma. It wasn’t the most unpleasant thing that had happened that day, but…

 

What did you think? Everyone was just throwing themselves at you because you’re so handsome?

 

Ehma had a point, but it had been downgraded in my current list of priorities. More pressing was the fact that I was still naked. I wasn’t sure if I should attempt to cover myself. Every so often, I felt eyes dart in my direction as the others speculated on what Aria had meant before storming off.

 

I was torn between listening to their hurried conversation and averting my eyes. At least once, each woman’s eyes drifted in my direction and downward. It didn’t help that Ehma was behind me, so close that I could feel the coolness of her presence. Thankfully, it felt like her back was turned. Was she leaning against me?

 

After a few lust-filled glances from the silver-haired woman with the name Gina floating above her head, she approached me. With a wave of her hand, a tingling sensation covered my body and a fresh set of clothes sparkled out of thin air. Her brown eyes, however, never left mine.

 

“Not bad, human. I think the MBA would be very interested in you.”

 

“Uhhh… thanks?” I tried my best I’m confused as fuck smile, but she was already turning back to the other women.

 

“I’m not sure that was a compliment,” Ehma whispered.

 

I studied the group for a moment before turning to face her. “Why?”

 

“Witches use men like livestock in their dimension. If I remember correctly… I’m pretty sure the MBA are breeders.”

 

I shrugged the comment off, unsure if I really wanted to know more. “You know that you’re not invisible anymore, right? And… I can hear you.”

 

Ehma’s voice was the first thing I’d heard when Ryoko and I had crashed into the tent. The bloodstained gown that hung in tatters from her shoulders was unmistakable. I had been stealing glances at the now-translucent Ehma, trying my best not to stare.

 

Even with the caked blood that smeared her skin, she was enchanting. Just like in the kitchen before, the blood formed trails from her eyes and down her cheeks. The display had terrified me at first. Now that I’d had time acclimate, I couldn’t separate this version from the living version I had first met in the hallway. I had to shift to keep my reawakened bulge from being visible.

 

Don’t be a pervert. Her voice echoed in my mind and I found myself transfixed by her gaze. All in all, her personality was no different, only her appearance. Even the ghostly qualities couldn’t mask the elegance of her features. You just had your dick in Ryoko, stop undressing me with your eyes.

 

My bad, I thought back at her. I realized I was biting my lip, but whether she mimicked me or I mimicked her, I wasn’t sure. It was almost impossible to keep the grin from my lips as my eyes drifted from her jawline and down her neck to the subtle curve of her collarbone. The color was faded, but I thought I saw the outline of hard nipples pressing against her gown.

 

“Hey, bloodbag. Ectogism. We’re leaving you.”

 

The abrupt interruption ended my trance. I pivoted in time to see black and white feathers trailing out of the tent, but I was more concerned with how hot my face felt. Surprising how even a small glimpse into someone’s life could change things. Ehma’s life had been rough, there was no denying it. Even so, she had the courage to share the worst moment of it with me.

 

“I guess it’s time to go,” I said as my gaze returned to where Ehma had been. She was gone. I let out a breath and saw a plume of condensation. When had it gotten so cold?

 

“If you stare into the void long enough, the void stares back.”

 

Her words coincided with the ambient illumination in the tent flickering off. I felt a single fingernail trail up my neck and the air caught in my chest. Numbness filled my body and as I spun back toward the exit, I found a ghoulish Ehma hanging upside-down inches from my face.

 

“BOO.”

 

Thankfully, years of diligent training had prepared me for this moment. I smirked at the precision of my own reflexes as muscle memory activated. One had to be ready for such an assault, though I hadn’t anticipated the need to use this skill quite so soon. Channeling my energy from the depths of my soul, I raised my hand and flicked the ghost in the forehead.

 

I was surprised my finger didn’t completely pass through her translucent forehead and it seemed she was as well.

 

“Ow, what the fuck?”

 

“You’re lucky you’re a ghost. I coulda killed you. Though, I’m actually impressed. Not many can withstand my ultimate attack.”

 

That’s your ultimate attack?”

 

“Yeah. I learned it from a samurai master in the second circle of hell.”

 

I can tell you’re lying. Ehma’s voice murmured as she vanished from her upside-down position and then reappeared next to the open slit in the canvas. Stop screwing around before we get left behind.

 

“Can everyone hear you in their heads?”

 

“No, just you,” Ehma said while floating backward up the sandy path.

 

“So, what’s the deal with what happened back at the hotel? With the sword?” I asked as I bridged the dune and saw that the group was already halfway to the block of apartments I had seen the day before. They were so far ahead that I probably wouldn’t have been able to see them at all if not for the moon hanging above the hotel.

 

“I’m not really sure, to be honest. No ghost has ever made a spiritual link with a living person before, as far as I know.”

 

Spiritual link? Why did that sound familiar? Opening the Interface, I read the skills again. The context had previously eluded me, but now it made a little more sense. “Well, I guess… thanks for coming to my rescue?”

 

“I told you I’d come to save you, human.”

 

“Ah, that reminds me. Before, in the kitchen, you were alive… right? I mean, before you—”

 

“Before I kicked you in the face for being rude and gave you this?”

 

Again, she flipped me off, but the smile behind it almost felt genuine. I caught it midair and shoved it in my pocket for later. “Aw that’s so sweet, just what I always wanted.”

 

“You’re very welcome, good sir. I don’t really know, though. I was chasing this butterfly and when it landed on my finger, it turned into that weird tattoo.”

 

A thought had been lingering in my mind. Something I felt was more pressing, but I wasn’t sure how to approach it. The first of the two dreams had been interesting, but the second… I saw that Ehma was studying me just as I studied the images that lingered in my mind.  “Hey, so that dream—.”

 

“The strip club?”

 

“No… the one on the balcony.”

 

Her smile faded as she looked up to the full moon hanging over our heads, the glow illuminating her ghostly appearance as she collected her thoughts. I could feel her anxiety, her frantic aversion quickening my pulse.

 

She looked back at me and her previous smile had returned. “I just thought it would be nice to share something with you.”

 

“I… I’m sorry you had to go through something like that. Someone should have been there when you needed them.”

 

Ehma’s translucent figure sunk as if weighted by my words. “I wish… I thought about it for a long time. I just wanted to make a difference in people’s lives.”

 

“With your music?”

 

“I used to think I had a responsibility to use the talent I had for others. I knew it would be difficult, but…”

 

“Well I don’t know about psychics, but—Some people only feel in control by making others feel weak. I could tell how much you cared just with the little bit you shared in the dream. If anything it’s their loss for abusing your kindness.”

 

“I never thought of it like that, I guess,” Ehma said as she shifted to her side. She continued to float forward, now only with her head propped up on her hand. “Being dead hasn’t been all bad though. I got to meet all the weirdos I used to dream about.”

 

I had to laugh, sure she meant their personalities. “Did you ever dream about me?”

 

“Nope, and I’m glad for it. You’re personality disorder is probably contagious to psychics.”

 

“Personality disorder?”

 

“Being a pervert.”

 

Something about the glint in Ehma’s eyes said this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She had floated closer during our conversation and now she was in front of me. I was confronted with what I perceived to be an invitation and I felt the temptation growing to test out the limits of this spiritual link between us. My eyes unconsciously drifted from her eyes to her lips and then down to her smooth legs. Tease.

 

In the time it took me to blink she was gone. Another scare tactic maybe? The lightest of pressure settled against my back, almost bringing a warmth to the chill night. “Your horns are showing.”

 

I could feel the same pressure against my temples and looking up I saw  her index fingers extended from either side of my forehead. Slender legs wrapped around my waist and I couldn’t help feeling like I was the weird one. Magic and ghosts. Witches and goddesses. Alternate dimensions. I knew I was supposed to feel more overwhelmed, but instead I found Ehma’s ghostly warmth comforting somehow.

 

“I can feel your heartbeat.”

 

“Oh yeah? What’s it saying?” I had been trying to wrap my mind around whatever this magic was at my disposal and the spiritual link that connected Ehma and I. Ehma had used it on me, so did that mean I was literally sharing my lifeforce with her? Reaching down, I wasn’t even surprised when my fingertips met the smooth skin of her calve.

 

“Are you trying to get kicked in the face again?”

 

“No. Why?” I already knew the answer though as her body squirmed against me. She was ticklish. There was a fatal flaw I had yet to realize, though. One which I learned as soon as Ehma’s hands slid to my rib cage, her tiny fingers slipping through my defences. I was also ticklish.

 

It was an honorable battle, one I was quite enjoying. I had managed to invade crucial territory, one of Ehma’s ghostly bare feet gripped in hand, when I noticed the the uneasy silence surrounding us. The jovial banter between the women ahead of us had vanished. Other than Ehma’s pleas for a truce, the night was quiet.

 

****

 

Aria

 

Her grip on Ryoko’s hand tightened as they crossed into the barrier surrounding the hotel. Aria felt the world shift beneath her as she clung to Ryoko in desperation. Why? Why? Why? As her vision came back into focus, some of her anxiety faded. They were still together. She sighed in relief before realizing they weren’t in the 12th Dimension anymore.

 

“Hey,” Aria said with a tug on Ryoko’s hand, “do you know where we are?”

 

Ryoko shook her head and Aria’s shoulders slumped. She wanted to hear more of the timid voice that had crept from Ryoko’s lips earlier. Now wasn’t the time to press the issue, though, she conceded to herself. Aria turned to study their surroundings. It was a world she had never seen before, but what nagged at her most was the unusual familiarity of the spell that brought them there.

 

From where they stood, it seemed that the sprawling blackness went on in perpetuity. Endless. If it weren’t for Ryoko beside her and the intricate stonework laid at their feet, she might have succumbed to the weight of its magnitude. Far off in the distance, maybe miles away, she could make out a possible end to the maddening twists and turns of the labyrinth-like maze before them.

 

Aria refused to let go of Ryoko’s hand, not this time. Instead, she held tighter while spinning in a circle. There was no exit to be seen. Only an oval-shaped cloud of shadows stood at the edge of the platform opposite the labyrinth. Maybe this is the exit?

 

Ryoko’s arm shot out to block her advance before she could touch it. If she thought being protective now was going to win her points, she had another thing coming. The blonde Moon Goddess shook her head in disapproval and inched her own hand toward the portal instead.

 

When her fingertips met resistance, Ryoko attempted to push her hand further. The membrane of a magical barrier prevented it and sparks of energy crackled softly. Aria felt confused but understood when Ryoko pulled her hand away. The stern look on her face as she studied her fingertips was so cute.

 

Aria still wasn’t sure how she felt after seeing Ryoko and the human together, but that didn’t stop the concern that flared in her chest. Did Ryoko sleep with him as payback for the mission Twelf gave her? That didn’t seem like Ryoko to be so petty. Besides, no one even knew the deets… The only person who even saw me after I returned was Ehma.

 

Ehma then? That didn’t sound right either. The image of the somehow-living intimidating beauty flashed in Aria’s mind. She was glad Ryoko hadn’t seen Ehma that way. Ryoko belonged to her, whether Ryoko knew it or not.

 

She still wanted to know what the deal was. Why had Ryoko been with him in the first place? Was the timid voice that escaped her sweet lips a result of the tryst? For the moment, though, she forgot her position on the matter. Without a second thought, she was reaching for Ryoko’s slender fingers.

 

She had only intended to kiss them, but the cool sensation against her lips was too much. Ryoko was always so cold and there was no time like now to warm her up. Basking in her own mischief, Aria’s lips closed around Ryoko’s fingers and her ears perked at her Dragon’s impatient breathing. Their eyes met, and Aria found herself wandering in slitted corridors of gold. No more waiting.

 

Ryoko moved closer, her jaw slack as she watched her fingers disappearing into Aria’s mouth. Their tails entwined, and the friction sent a wave of pleasure through Aria’s body. She could feel her nipples growing hard as warm saliva coated Ryoko’s fingers. She had experienced enough with those she didn’t want. Now, she was stranded with the only one she needed.

 

Removing Ryoko’s fingers from her mouth, Aria guided them to her stomach and underneath the elastic band of her sweatpants. “I’ll forgive you, but only if you do a good job.”

 

Ryoko’s mouth closed and opened several times as her eyes drifted up to Aria’s and then fell as if forced by gravity. How many times had Aria fantasized about that very look? The look that said Ryoko was starving for something only Aria could provide.

 

As Ryoko’s fingers brushed against the delicate ridge of Aria’s pink folds, Aria’s own hunger took control. Her tail had wound its way up Ryoko’s leg, mimicking Ryoko’s inexperienced motions. It curled around Ryoko’s thigh until the thick tip rested against the fabric of her g-string. This is your fault for always dressing like a little slut.

 

Since the day they’d met under the full moon and their fates were tied by Hecate, this exact moment had filled her dreams. Aria had learned of her own insatiable sexual appetite shortly thereafter, with only her fingers to console her. The scenario she’d imagined as a little girl was different, but the mesmerized look in Ryoko’s eyes was a perfect match.

 

Ryoko’s wings fluttered violently as Aria reached down to peel back the fabric obstructing her tail. She supposed it wasn’t so bad. They had shared the same man, but so what? They were together now, alone, and her body ached for Ryoko’s gentle touch.

 

Aria leaned closer. Their foreheads met, and the contact was almost better than the sensations Ryoko was stirring underneath her sweatpants. The pressure, the warmth, the cool breath from Ryoko’s lips that chilled Aria’s skin and made her heart race.

 

Ryoko’s other hand played evil games, following the curved slope of the docile wings protruding from Aria’s lower back. She couldn’t help but close eyes against the soothing pressure of Ryoko’s forehead as her mind wandered. This was enough for now, or at least she thought. As Ryoko’s intoxicating touch left her, a dissatisfied whine escaped her mouth. Why?

 

A freezing wave of energy rippled past Aria’s shoulder, snapping her out of her lull. As her eyes popped open, she realized Ryoko was looking at something behind her. A howl of pain filled Aria’s ears and fear burrowed itself into her stomach. The anxiety faded, however, as Ryoko pulled her close in a protective embrace.

 

This rekindled the fire Ryoko had started within her. She bit her lip hard in an attempt to decide which emotion she was supposed to give in to. She wasn’t prepared for any of this, let alone the weightlessness that followed. Into the black abyss their bodies rose, higher and higher. So many years ago, it had felt just like this. Safe.

 
 


© Copyright 2019 Aaron H. All rights reserved.

Chapters

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

Other Content by Aaron H

More Great Reading

Popular Tags