Play Testers Wanted Pt. 24

"Ha, the male standing near the slime girl is a cambion or human demon hybrid. They often have demonic characteristics like twin phallus, inhuman stamina, and specialized pheromones to make females more compliant. Nothing breaks the ice at a bachelorette party as when a cambion shows up and fucks the entire bridal party. They get bonus points if someone's mother is there to chaperone."

"I suppose cambions inspired the double dragon technique in the game."

"Most likely," Bambi said. "I mean, what guy doesn't dream about waking up with two cocks and, better yet, two women to satisfy? What about you, Booker? How bad do you want it?"

"Enough, Bambi; I warned you about offering him pacts until he is ready."

"You forget Titania; pacts are forever. He has but to claim what is already his."

"Crafty she-demon, remind me never to play poker with you."

"Oh hey, it is that security girl from the dark tower. She escorted me to meet the Ravens. Did you know her hair turned green on the ride up the elevator?"

"How interesting. What else happened at the tower?" Titania asked.

"I met the wolves, Freki and Geri. Freki promised to show me a few moves."

"Be careful when that bitch is in heat," Bambi said. "She'll leave your back a bloody mess."

"Go on, what else?"

"Well, they let me borrow a sword to use in the arena. I suspect it was Duskwalker make. It burned Geri's hand and cursed it."

"I imagine if they choose to sell it, thanks to you, they have verified its origins."

"Yeah, that and Changeling were returned to the armory. Left seemed familiar with that weapon. Speaking of, hey, Left, you've been awfully quiet."

"Hmm? Just soaking in the atmosphere." Left said.

"You're drunk. I get it, the Maze's access to the ghost lines. You've been absorbing its energy all this time."

"So have you, so don't lecture me."

"I am not bitching at you, simply stating a fact. Jeez, chill out."

"Sorry."

The security officer reached our table, and I saw her carrying the wooden box the sword had come in. Her hair instantly turned deep emerald green as she stammered the words.

"Humblest apologies, sir."

"Booker. I am not a sir, and I never got your name."

"Rachel."

"You got that California girl vibe going on there, Rachel. Now, why are you carrying that case?"

"I am to tell you to please accept the contents of the case with their utmost apologies," Rachel said, her expression bordered on horror and astonishment.

"Something happened. Why would the Ravens part with something so valuable?"

"Huginn is recovering from his wound," Rachel blurted out. "He was so enthralled by the sword and its power he opened the box. The sword wounded him. If you accept the contents, he feels you can lift the curse. Will you help him?"

I hesitated and looked at Titania. Her expression told it all; this decision was mine and mine alone. When I asked her the box's contents, Rachel shook her head.

"Fine. Despite what occurred in the arena, I don't wish the Ravens or the Wolves any malice. I accept the box and its contents and hope they recover quickly."

Rachel set the box down and dashed away and out of Rick's without a backward glance. Her hair had gone from emerald to a sickly yellow. I rotated the box, thumbed the catches, and lifted the lid to see what was inside.

"Interesting. Where can I stow this safely?"

"Rick can place it in his safe. No one would dare break into it," Titania stated. "Oh, look, there he is now."

As if summoned by her words, the golden-eyed Rick arrived and took the case into his possession. He vouchsafed my property until the week was over.

"You said they," Titania said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and mischief.

"Yes, when I opened the case in the tower, Geri took off one of his gloves and showed me his hand. It looked like someone had splashed acid on it. Left said that when Geri picked up the sword, it did that to him. I figured if taking possession of the sword could heal the Raven, it might alleviate the wolf's wound."

"Damn, that is just the leverage I could have used to barter a serious favor from him. Ah, pity, I am stuffed," Bambi said.

"I believe it is time to start this party," Titania said. "I saw the crate of champagne on its way to our room. That strange robot was pushing the cart. We need to celebrate your return."

"Who can argue with that?" I said.

Bambi summoned Bollux and Blue Max so they could guide us to our room. Apparently, the dimensional space of the upper floors is in a general state of flux depending upon the number of guests staying longer than a meal or their time at the gambling tables. Reaching the double doors and releasing the maglock security didn't take long. Rick took his client's safety and confidentiality seriously.

"Welcome to the Scarlet Blossom."

Titania took one door and Bambi the other. They opened them in tandem to reveal two ancient Japanese cherry trees flanking the doorway, and a blanket of newly fallen petals lined the way to the enormous bed. I tried and failed to hide my reaction to the trees and the blossoms. Qui Wan, her name popped into my head, the shattered crystal dust on my chest, and the awakening of the dormant tree. All these things and more flashed through my mind. Bambi and Titania looked at each other, and I knew they had seen the same images I had. The reaction was anything but what I expected.

"I fucking knew it!" Titania cursed. "Didn't I tell you that fucking she-cat had a hand in this somewhere?"

"You were right. I didn't think it was anything more than a brief fling. Typical Osirians to keep a secret for so long. I suppose we should be grateful."

Clearly, the pair knew Qui Wan by name, and my memory sealed their suspicions. I thought about asking for details but defaulted to patience and waited as Titania got it out of her system. It paid off as she grabbed a chilled bottle of Elysium Wine and popped the cork. She poured three glasses and launched into what she felt comfortable telling me.

"You are an old soul, firstborn of the first ones. Your parents were not born, per se, more like grown in a vat by the Annunaki, well, that is the theory. Your birth heralded the Dawn of the Duskwalkers. Your father sacrificed himself to prove his aspects and attributes, mainly soul migration or reincarnation. You were his first child and student of hundreds of years of study, experimentation, and stubbornness. As you explained it to me, those few your father trusted with the secret could be reborn when the Ghost Lines are active or the rare times when there is a brief surge. The last time I saw you was over seventy years ago. Now that the ley lines are active again, your memories should return. We will be patient and help you however you see fit."

"Same here," Bambi said. "In brief, I was your patron demon. You would perform certain tasks for specific favors. I have to tell you, you've racked up some interesting knacks over our time together."

"My soul is my own."

"That was always the case. Your deeds weren't what you'd call malignant or evil. Sometimes I just needed clients secured or tracked down. After that, I did the rest."

"You speak as if I was one of hell's bounty hunters."

"Well, you were, and one of the best. Can we fuck now? I am about ready to lose my mind over here."

We laughed, and as the ladies changed into evening wear, I pondered the truth of Bambi's statement. Demons lie through their teeth, but for some reason, I believed her. I felt she had an emotional attachment to me. Maybe I was her favorite toy, and she just wanted to play with me. I stripped down to my underwear and waited. The scent of the cherry tree awoke other memories. Life as a samurai who hunted Oni, and that is when I first met Bambi. She bested me in combat but spared me if I served her. I enjoyed tracking down people who attempted to thwart the will of hell. The thrill of the chase was as intoxicating as the finest plum wine or well-crafted blade. I felt my hearts race as I remembered running through a forest searching for my quarries.

A soft cough caused me to turn and get my first glance at the Fae and succubus in slinky lingerie. Titania's hair was down and flowed over her breasts and stomach. Bambi's eyes were fully alight in the dim illumination. There was no mistaking her for anything other than a demon. We approached each other, and they took charge before I could speak and ask how this would go down. Titania's lips brushed mine as Bambi moved behind me and molded her body to mine. As I kissed the Fae, the succubus planted kisses on my neck. My hand crept up and slid into Titania's hair. Instead of a tight grip, I merely held her in the embrace as our tongues began to duel. My eyes closed, their scent overwhelmed me, and more memories surfaced. My other hand touched the small of her back, and Titania leaned closer still. When my erection popped free, I felt the damp silk of the Fae's t-bar as it slid against me. Bambi's canines grazed my skin, and I craved them, penetrating my flesh.

"Yes."

I gasped as the razor-sharp points punctured my epidermis, and the venom entered my system. My erection instantly hardened to a profound state, and it would not relent until the toxin worked itself from my bloodstream. Only the most loyal were bitten and allowed to survive the encounter. Most perished as their bodies burnt up from within. Titania lifted her right leg, gripped it, and performed a standing split. Bambi reached forward, tugged the Fae's panties to the side, and my cock did the rest. I pushed ahead and drove my cock into her until our bodies touched, and I could move no further.

"He's balls deep, Titi," Bambi said. "It is time to see what he can do."

Titania only nodded as her eyes rolled up, and she began to pant. Each time I hit deep, the Fae let me know as her breath kept the meter and rhythm of my hips. The harder I thrust, the louder she became.

"I can't hear you," Bambi said. "If you don't impress me, I will take over."

"Fuck me. Harder." Titania's voice grew louder and stronger as the hunger took over.

This is why Fae do not mate with mortals. They can tap into their partner's bioelectric field and drain them utterly. In extreme cases, only ashes remain as the cells lose cohesion, the moisture evaporates, and the atomic structure falls apart. Luckily, my body is far sturdier than most mortals. I moved faster and drove my hips hard enough to damage a typical female severely. Titania took it in stride. I remained silent since anything I said could only make things harder for me, not in a good way.

"Bend her over, Booker, and take her like a bitch in heat, then I'll let you fuck me."

Titania lowered her leg, clung to the tree trunk, and thrust her ass out. I slammed my erection home, eliciting a howl of pleasure from Titi. Silently I thought all the naughty thoughts that popped into my mind.

'This is Berlin all over again. Bombs were falling, people were dying, and we were fucking like animals. You were sprawled across the dead hulk of a German tank, legs up and spread, while I pounded you like nobody's business. You nearly drowned out the air-raid siren.'

'I let you take my ass if I remember right. I never let anyone do that before. You kept begging me, aw, come on, we are about to die; what harm is there in allowing me to sodomize you?'

'You gave it up, and somehow we survived.'

'Somehow, you rotten lying bastard. You hotwired the air-raid system so that you could convince me to surrender my anal cherry. Gods, I love you.'

'I love you both. I know you are listening in, you demonic slut.'

'Am I spoiling the moment?'

Titania's body arched and bucked as she climaxed.

'Nope, right on time,' I sent. 'That was a good one; I felt that.'

"Fuck me standing up in front of the mirror. Let's feed your voyeuristic side."

Bambi took her position, and I slowly withdrew from the Fae. She sat at the foot of the bed and recovered. Bambi faced me as I approached, my body sweating profusely as the venom only grew stronger. For a brief moment, I might have seen a look of concern on her face, but then she smiled and dropped down to her knees. I moved close enough for my erection to rest on her shoulder blade. Bambi puckered up and placed a kiss directly above the base of my cock. Her lips burned cold, and she winked at me. My pubic hair fell out completely, revealing Bambi's arcane tattoo on my skin.

"The first talent you earned has been renewed. I can't wait to see how you use it."

She got to her feet, turned towards the mirror, and left the rest to me. I plucked Bambi off her feet, supported her with a grip on her upper thighs, and again my cock did the rest. I lowered the succubus onto my erection, and it sank effortlessly into her soaked sex. Bambi leaned against me and allowed me to fuck her relentlessly. As if born to the part, her form changed to that of a nubile blonde cheerleader to inspire me.

"Oh god, daddy, your cock feels so good inside my tight little pussy," Bambi said. "It feels so good, but it is wrong for a father to do this to his baby girl."

"Shut up, or your ass is next," I replied.

"Oh no, not my ass," Bambi giggled. "There is no way that big... fat... cock... could fit in there."

"Let's test the waters, shall we?"

I lifted her higher than before. Bambi took me in hand and guided me to my target eagerly. As I lowered her, more of her cries filled the air.

"I can feel you knocking, but you can't come in," she sang. "Come on, Booker, want it, want it more than anything." I felt an oddly familiar sensation. "Yes! Hold on, okay, now lower me."

My cocks eased into both her openings, just as the cacodemon had on the floor of Rick's. I was DPing Bambi in real life. This wasn't the game; the demon had made it all possible. We both let out a deep guttural groan of pleasure. I looked at our reflection and saw one of my erections stretching out her pussy.

"Give it to me; you've earned it."

I held her immobile as my hips moved up and drove both cocks into her hard and fast. Bambi squeezed her pussy to milk an orgasm out of me, but my body had other plans. I changed tactics by lifting her, and as her body descended, I thrust my hips, creating a more powerful impact. If her sounds were any gauge of her reaction, she was having a wonderful time, as was I. How much effort was it going to take to get her off?

"Close," Bambi hissed. "Your cocks are driving me crazy. I have missed your touch so much."

"Me too," I warned her. "Hold onto your hat."

I picked up speed and as much force as I could muster. Bambi was going to howl and soon to mark our reunion.

"By the nine cocks of Dispater," Bambi cursed in the dark speech of the nine hells.

"I understood that."

"Of course you did, my pet. Just another benefit of our perpetual relationship. Sss, so damn close."

A moment later, I lost the battle as my loads painted her insides. Bambi climaxed a heartbeat later. She shrieked loud enough to set my ears to ringing. I put her on her feet, pulled out, and spun her to face me so I could kiss her properly. One of her fangs nicked my lip, and she tasted my blood. Fierce to the end and enough passion for fueling an entire week of love play. Titania posed on the bed and was eager for round two. She raised her plump ass and wiggled it for my entertainment.

"Who is servicing who, I wonder?"

The Fae's answer was to reach back, grip her cheeks, and slowly pull them apart. When I thought of dismissing the second erection, she glared at me. Fine, you hungry bitch, you get the complete treatment like the succubus. Maybe my experience in the game allowed me to line up my cocks quickly. I teased her for a bit by leaning forward with just enough force to open her sphincter a bit. My body shifted backward, and she whimpered.

"Nothing changes; you always were a... UNN, motherfucker," Titania said.

My balls rested against her clit before I began moving. Instinct took over, and I grabbed a fistful of Titania's hair and pulled relentlessly until her chin pointed skyward. I leaned back slowly, paused, and then slammed into her. Each of Titania's grunts stoked my desire to please her. From my position, I could see her expression and look Titania in the eye. With each thrust of my hips, her eyes slowly rolled into her head.

"You belong to me," I whispered, and her pussy and ass clamped down tight. "If you beg, I'll make you scream."

Titania's passion made her slur her words as she replied.

"Please, Dawson, make me cum."

"Foolish Fae!" Bambi hissed, her wings outspread and her dark aspect overwhelming her.

"Dawson? I don't get it."

"Ha," Bambi laughed, the darkness fleeing as quickly as it manifested.

My fingers dug in further, and I tightened my fist. Dawson? Nothing. That name held no meaning to me. I pounded Titi with sharp hard thrusts of my hips. Dawson. No, that isn't what she said. She slurred the words, not Dawson, but Dawn Son. The blast of images, sounds, and sensations overwhelmed me. It was a replay of when Dawn ruptured the psychic cysts in my head. All those memories were neither mine nor Nick's.

"Booker," a male voice spoke. "Can we speak?"

I knew that voice. It was on the tip of my tongue. A heartbeat later, I was standing in the middle of the Je'Daii temple on Tython. No doubt now, I was in the game.

"I have tapped into your BMI to facilitate communication. Here, let's talk face to face."

The tall hooded figure appeared in front of me, wearing the robes of a Je'Daii master. He pulled back the hood revealing his features. Now the voice matched the man, Tom Baker, dad's favorite actor who played Doctor Who back in the day. What the hell was going on?

"This seemed an appropriate face to make my point and someone familiar to you. It never gets any easier as times go by."

"I don't understand. But, I am open to an explanation."

Thirteen more figures appeared, representing the other incarnations of the time lord. Baker smiled his heart-warming grin and continued.

"What would happen if all the Doctors merged into a single being?"

"Well, they would share their memories, skills, and talents. All that collective life experience would be overwhelming." I said and felt a pulse from my left wrist. The bracer appeared with its runes coursing above and below its surface. "Left mentioned that the Duskwalkers crafted these to contain critical memories, formulae, and things they didn't wish to forget."

"What else did he tell you?"

"He said there was a legendary Duskwalker who mastered reincarnation, and Titania mentioned that I had told her that I was the firstborn of the first ones."

"I, well we, are one of his students. The birthright of our bloodline that few have mastered."

"I am talking to myself." The sound of breaking glass filled the air. A flash of memory when I knelt next to the clone and clutched his hand as he died. The scene in-game when I saw the other Bookers. "Nick did something to me when he cloned my body en masse."

"Continue."

"We will be together soon; the clone had mentioned," I said. "When Nick augmented the clones with a Duskwalker template. The awakening of the ghost lines. All of this had to happen for me, the complete me, to survive and awaken. My scattered soul is complete."

"Nick used the clones to house shards of my essence and keep you incomplete until he could take over. The crystal Qui wore was the last piece. It helped anchor me to the physical plane. Reunited at last."

My cocks slammed into Titi repeatedly until she climaxed. I ground against her as I let go of her hair and wept. The fear of being consumed by Nick had haunted me, and now I knew I was truly free. My life, soul, and body belonged to me and no one else. So much emotion in so little time was draining.

"I need a break."