Chapter 14: Intruder
The tent flaps rustled in the dry desert wind, and Candy stretched across the mountain of silk pillows like a satisfied cat, her long acrylic nails catching the amber glow of the oil lamps.
She was naked except for a thin gold chain draped between her massive tits, the metal warm against her skin. Her blonde-and-pink hair fanned out beneath her, tangled and unbrushed, and she didn't care. Why would she? There was no one to impress except Moraya, and Moraya had seen her at her absolute worst—covered in goblin blood, vomit, and worse—and still looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world.
"This," Moraya announced, emerging from behind a carved wooden screen, "is obscene."
She was holding up a gown. Not just any gown—a masterpiece of crimson silk and gold thread, cut so low in the front that it would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. The fabric shimmered as she moved it, catching the light like liquid fire.
"Obscene in the best possible way," Candy said.
"I'm not wearing underwear with this."
"I should hope not."
Moraya laughed and tossed the gown aside. She was already dressed in something equally scandalous—a sheer purple number that clung to every curve, her massive tits visible through the fabric, her nipples dark and hard. Her long purple hair was pinned up with golden combs, though several strands had already escaped to frame her face.
"Where did Thresh even find these?" Moraya asked, gesturing at the pile of clothes, jewelry, and perfumes that filled the tent. "The village didn't have anything like this."
"The village didn't have anything."
"True."
Candy rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows. The gold chain swung forward, dangling between her tits, and she let it. "Remember that first week? When we were still sleeping on furs and eating whatever the goblins hunted?"
"I remember you complaining about the lack of baths."
"I remember you complaining about the lack of mirrors."
They shared a look—the kind of look that only two people who had survived something terrible together could share. The kind of look that said, without words, we made it.
"We're never going back," Moraya said quietly.
"No. We're not."
"I mean it, Candy. I don't care what happens. I don't care if the paladins find us. I don't care if the whole world burns. I'm never going back to that life."
Candy sat up, the pillows shifting beneath her. She reached for Moraya's hand, their nails clicking together. "Neither am I."
The tent was Thresh's private retreat—a place he'd established years ago, far from the main goblin camp, where he could plan his campaigns without interruption. He'd brought them here three days ago, promising a week of rest and relaxation before the next phase of his war began.
Three days of luxury. Three days of sleeping in silk sheets. Three days of eating food prepared by personal cooks, of bathing in heated water scented with rose petals, of wearing clothes that cost more than most villagers made in a year.
It was the best three days of Candy's life.
The only problem was that Thresh wasn't here.
He'd left that morning, riding out with a small contingent of warriors to scout the eastern border. Something about a new threat—a rival warlord, maybe, or a band of mercenaries. He hadn't been specific, and she hadn't asked. She trusted him.
But she missed him.
"I want him," she said, the words escaping before she could stop them.
Moraya's eyes softened. "I know. I do too."
"It's not just the sex. I mean, it is the sex. But it's more than that. I want to feel him. I want to smell him. I want to hear his voice telling me I'm a good girl, a disgusting little whore, his perfect queen."
"You are a good girl. A disgusting little whore. His perfect queen."
"Stop."
"Never."
Candy laughed despite herself. She pulled Moraya down onto the pillows with her, their bodies pressing together, their tits mashing, their lips meeting in a slow, lazy kiss.
"I hate waiting," Candy murmured against Moraya's mouth.
"Then let's do something about it."
"Like what?"
"Like this."
Moraya's hand slid between Candy's thighs. Her long nails—the ones designed for whores, for showing off, for teasing—traced delicate patterns on Candy's inner thigh, making her shiver.
"Don't tease me," Candy warned.
"Who's teasing?"
"Waiting for Thresh is one thing. Waiting while you're right here, naked, with your hand between my legs? That's torture."
Moraya's fingers found her cunt, already slick and wanting. "Is this what you call torture?"
"Yes. No. Fuck—"
The word stretched into a moan as Moraya pushed two fingers inside her. The stretch was familiar now, comfortable, but it still made Candy's back arch off the pillows.
"I want his cock," Candy gasped. "I want him to fuck me until I can't walk. I want him to come inside me and then make me clean him up with my tongue. I want—"
"You want everything."
"I want everything."
Moraya withdrew her fingers and sucked them clean, her eyes locked on Candy's. "He'll be back tonight. Probably. And when he is, he'll fuck us both until we're screaming."
"But that's hours away."
"Then let's pass the time."
Candy grinned. She reached for the carved stone dildo they'd brought from the throne room, the same one they'd used in front of the chieftains. It was smooth and heavy in her hand, still carrying the faint scent of the herbs they'd used to clean it.
"Where do you want it?" she asked.
"Everywhere."
"That's not a position, Moraya."
"Then pick one."
Candy did.
The hours blurred together—hands and mouths and moans, the wet sounds of fucking, the sweet ache of orgasm after orgasm. They didn't stop until they were both exhausted, their bodies slick with sweat, their cunts sore from the stone dildo and each other's mouths.
They lay tangled in the pillows, breathing hard, when the tent flap rustled.
"Thresh?" Candy asked, not bothering to look up.
No answer.
She turned her head, and her blood ran cold.
A man stood in the entrance. Not just any man—an adventurer, by the look of him. Tall and broad-shouldered, with close-cropped dark hair and eyes the color of steel. He wore silver armor that gleamed in the lamplight, a sword at his hip, and a look on his face that said he expected a fight.
More importantly, he was looking at them like they were victims.
"Get away from her," the man said.
Candy blinked. "What?"
"I said, get away from her. I'm here to rescue you."
He took a step forward, his hand on his sword. Moraya sat up, her massive tits fully on display, and the man's eyes flickered—just for a moment—before he forced them back to Candy's face.
"You're safe now," he said. "I'm Alden. A Level 55 adventurer. I've come to—"
"Rescue us," Candy finished.
"Yes."
She stood up. Slowly. Deliberately. Her body was a weapon—she'd learned that over the past year—and she knew exactly how to use it. The gold chain still hung between her tits, catching the light. The long nails on her fingers glittered. Her blonde-and-pink hair fell in tangled waves around her shoulders.
"You're here to rescue us," she repeated.
Alden swallowed. It was a small sound, barely audible, but she heard it. "I heard there were two women being held captive by the Goblin King. I'm here to take you home."
"We are home."
That stopped him. "What?"
Moraya rose to her feet, standing beside Candy. Together, they made a picture that made men weak—two legendary beauties, their bodies barely covered, their marks glowing faintly on their lower stomachs.
"This is our home," Moraya said.
"The Goblin King—"
"Treats us like queens."
"Fucks us better than you ever could," Candy added.
"Loves us."
Alden's hand tightened on his sword. "You don't know what you're saying. He's a monster. He's—"
"He's a monster," Candy agreed. "And so are we."
She took a step toward him. Her hips swayed. Her tits bounced. The gold chain swung between them like a pendulum, drawing his eye.
"You came here to save us," she said. "That's noble. That's brave. But you don't understand what you're dealing with."
"Ma'am, please. Just come with me. I can protect you."
"Can you?"
She stepped closer. Close enough to smell him—leather and steel and something else. Something sweet. Something that made her mouth water.
"Can you protect us, Alden? Can you keep us safe?"
"I—yes. Of course. That's what I'm here for."
"Then why is your hand shaking?"
He looked down. His hand was shaking. Just slightly. Just enough.
"The Goblin King—" he started.
"Isn't here," Moraya said, stepping forward to join Candy. "But we are."
They flanked him now, Candy on one side and Moraya on the other. Their hands found his arms—delicate touches, teasing touches, their long nails tracing patterns on his skin.
"What are you doing?" Alden asked.
"Nothing," Candy said. "Just thanking you for coming all this way."
"You came to rescue us," Moraya added. "That's so sweet. So brave. So... misguided."
He tried to pull away. He couldn't. Or maybe he didn't want to. His eyes kept darting between them—from Candy's tits to Moraya's, from their faces to the marks on their stomachs.
"This is what a monster looks like," Candy said, touching her mark. "This is what the Goblin King turned us into."
"You're... you're human."
"Are we?"
She showed him her nails. Caught his eyes on her tits. Dragged her finger down her body until she reached her cunt, where she gathered a bit of wetness and brought it to her lips.
"Does that look human to you?"
The mark on her stomach glowed. Alden's eyes widened.
"What—"
"Succubus," Moraya said. "Half-succubi, technically. But close enough."
"Succubi were wiped out a thousand years ago."
"They missed a few."
Alden staggered back, but Candy caught him. Her hands pressed against his chest, her tits against his arm, and she felt him shiver.
"You're monsters," he whispered.
"Yes."
"You're—"
"We're his. Thresh's. His queens. His whores. And when he's away, we're lonely."
"Very lonely," Moraya said.
"You should go," Candy whispered in his ear. "Before we do something we regret."
She didn't step back. Neither did Moraya. They stood there, pressed against him, their breath warm on his skin.
Alden didn't move.
"I should kill you," he said. "Both of you. Monsters—"
"You should," Candy agreed. "You absolutely should. But you won't."
"Why not?"
She looked up at him—her massive dick-sucking lips parted, her eyes heavy with desire—and smiled.
"Because you want us more than you hate us."
The truth hit him like a hammer.
Candy saw it in his eyes. The moment when duty and desire collided, when hate melted into hunger. She'd seen it before—in Thresh, in the paladins, in every man who'd ever looked at her and wanted.
"You don't have to be gentle," she said. "We like it rough."
"Don't," Alden managed. "Don't—"
"Why not?"
"Because—"
"Because what?"
He didn't answer. He couldn't. His mouth was dry, his heart was pounding, and his cock—his cock was hard. Rock hard. Pressing against his armor, leaking through his breeches.
"See?" Candy said, running her nails down his chest. "You want this."
"Just give in," Moraya added, pressing her tits against his back. "It'll feel so good."
His resolve crumbled.
It was quick—like all surrenders were quick, real ones. Not gradual. Not dramatic. Just a moment when he stopped fighting back.
Moraya stripped the armor off him like she was unwrapping a gift. It happened while Candy kept his mouth busy, her tongue down his throat, her tits shoved into his chest. She pulled back; the metal plates thudded to the tent floor. His sword clattered beside it, useless.
"There," Candy said, looking at him—the plain wool clothing, the visible erection straining against his breeches. "Better."
Alden opened his mouth—to protest, maybe, or to beg—and Candy took the opportunity to push him onto the bed.
She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Moraya joined her, sitting beside him, her hand already working the laces on his breeches.
"You're shaking," Moraya said.
"I'm fine."
"You're not. But that's okay. We like them shaking."
She pulled his cock out.
It was thick, cut, leaking pre-come at the tip. Not as big as Thresh's, but substantial—the kind of cock that made a woman feel full.
Candy leaned down, her tits pressing into his chest, and kissed him again. Slow this time. Deep. She felt him twitch against her thigh and smiled.
"You want to fuck me?" she asked. "You want to put this cock inside me and take what you came for?"
"Gods—"
"Say it."
"Yes. Fuck, yes."
"Then do it."
She shifted, positioning herself over him, and grabbed his cock with her long-nailed hand. The sensation made him gasp—the delicate scrape of her acrylic tips against his most sensitive skin.
She guided him to her entrance.
"Last chance to leave," she whispered.
"Please—"
"No, let me rephrase that. Last chance to beg me to stop."
He didn't.
She impaled herself on him in one smooth motion. Her cunt swallowed his cock—hot, wet, tight—and she let out a moan that echoed through the tent.
"Fuck," Alden groaned.
"That's it," Moraya said, leaning in. "That's it. Take it."
Candy began to ride him.
She started slow, letting her hips roll, letting her tits bounce, letting her cunt milk him of every drop of that thick adventurer stamina. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her hair fell around them like a curtain.
"You're a monster hunter," she purred. "A hero. And you're going to come inside me anyway."
"Please—"
"Please what?"
"Don't stop."
She didn't.
She rode him harder—faster, slamming her hips down, feeling the sharp spike of pleasure each time he bottomed out inside her. Her tits bounced violently. Sweat beaded on her skin. The pleasure coiled in her belly like a serpent.
Beside them, Moraya pulled his hand to her cunt, grinding against it. Her fingers played with the mark on Candy's stomach.
"How does he feel?" Moraya asked.
"Hard," Candy gasped. "So hard."
"Does he feel good?"
"He feels like prey."
She leaned down and whispered in Alden's ear, "Do you know what we do to prey?"
He shook his head.
Candy felt the power building—Lust Mana, drawn from the air, from his desire, from her own depraved joy. She concentrated, pulling at the thread of his energy. Alden moaned; the sound was rich, deep, and utterly lost.
"We drain them," she said.
The magic surged.
It wasn't visible—not at first. But she felt it: a warmth spreading through her cunt, flowing up from where their bodies joined, a rush of energy that made her gasp. She saw the mark on her stomach flare bright gold.
Alden cried out. His back arched. His eyes went wide with understanding.
"What—what are you doing—"
"He's a danger to our king," Candy moaned. "He's a threat. We can't have that."
"I came to save you—"
"You came to kill him. Same thing."
"We told you," Moraya said, her voice cold. "We're not human."
She pressed her hand to his chest, over his heart, and the drain accelerated. Alden's power flowed out of him—into Candy, into the air, into the fabric of the tent—and she rode him through it, taking everything he had.
His hips bucked. His mouth opened in a silent scream. His hands clawed at the furs.
Candy came first—her orgasm ripping through her like lightning, her cunt clenching around his cock, her scream echoing off the silk walls. Then Moraya came, her hand still pressed to his chest, her own pleasure milking the last of his energy.
Alden stiffened. His release flooded Candy's cunt, hot and thick, and she felt it—felt him—with a savage, primal joy.
The magic faded.
The tent was quiet.
Candy pulled off him slowly, her thighs slick with sweat and other fluids. She looked down at Alden—pale, shaking, his eyes open but unseeing—and felt nothing. Not pity. Not guilt. Just a vague, distant interest in what might happen next.
Moraya crawled up beside her, her own face flushed, and pressed a kiss to Candy's shoulder.
"His level dropped," Moraya murmured.
"What?"
"His magic level. I can feel it. He was fifty-five. Now he's... less."
They watched Alden—the famous hero, the fearless adventurer, the man who'd come to save them—lie broken on their bed of silk.
"Should we kill him?" Candy asked.
"We should let Thresh decide."
"Fair."
She reached down and patted Alden's cheek. It was a soft gesture. Almost tender.
"You asked why," she said. "Why we'd do this to a hero who came to rescue us."
Alden blinked. His mouth worked, but no sound came out.
"We're succubi," she said. "We drain men. It's what we do. You were food."
"And," Moraya added, leaning over Candy's shoulder, "you threatened our king."
Alden stared at them. His eyes found hers. There was no hatred there. Just confusion, hurt, and an almost childlike sense of betrayal—delayed.
"Rest now," Candy said, patting his cheek again. "You'll need your strength."
"For what?" Alden whispered.
"For whatever comes next."
She lay back against the pillows, and Moraya curled up beside her, and together they listened to the desert wind howl outside the tent. Somewhere out there, Thresh was riding home. He'd be back soon.
And when he returned, he'd find his whores waiting.
Just the way he liked them.