Idris 1-3 An unseen annoyance

Idris nearly fell to her knees as she stumbled through the brush clutching her groin. The vibrator had been going for hours and hours, driving her wild but denying a climax. She had been loath to use it, but after a day of walking, her options had run out. She was beyond the spawn ring, wandering into the wilds where only high-level players went. Most of the land here was sparsely populated until you got much farther out. Then she would run into the kingdoms that made up the united empires and massive populations. She kept hoping to run across more bandits, but all she found were a few spined boars and a mist wolf. Her undead had been more than a match for those but with no man to suck for relief; she was forced to trigger the vibration to get the direction sense.

Roric's path had bent slightly more to the west, forcing her to change course. She walked for an hour with the relentless stimulation making her wet, then tried to go for a few hours without direction. When she dared to trigger it again, she discovered that she was heading almost directly north again and had to change course once more. Now she was afraid to let the sensation die, fearing she would lose direction again. So instead, she stumbled through the wild forests and across hilly plains while teetering on the brink of climax.

“I just want a cock to suck,” she groaned while rubbing at the metal plate that covered her groin. She dreamed of the orgasm that would come when she swallowed the salty reward of a man, resetting the timer on the vibrator. Such was the intensity of the sensation that she began to plan how best to kidnap the next man she found.

“I will force him to come with me so I can suck him when I need,” she groaned and looked behind her, where three zombies shuffled along. It was dangerous in this region of the world, so she kept some undead ready at all times. With her buffs and ability to heal, they were a decent challenge, but they only needed to slow the danger down. She was a formidable fighter in her own right and could deal with most threats her level solo. Still, her mind looked down to the waist of the nearest zombie, wondering if they would count.

“No, it hasn’t come to that,” she groaned and looked away. She wasn't ready to suck a zombie, or for that matter, wasn't even sure it would work. But she could see how riding on the edge for hours without relief could drive her to madness. Would she eventually reach a point of desperation and break down?

The thought sent a shiver down her spine as she pressed on, ever following the sense of direction given by the device. An hour later, it stopped just as she crossed a small creek, causing her to stumble.

“Oh, finally,” she groaned and stumbled up the bank to lean on a tree. She tried to make a mental note of which direction to go but knew it was pointless. Sooner or later, she would have to trigger it again and was sure it would reveal she had somehow turned around.

“It would help if I wasn't in an endless forest!” she shouted and pressed on. Unfortunately, the trees prevented her from seeing distant landmarks, restricting her navigation to only what she could see immediately around her. That meant she would be off course in minutes and wished she had invested in a compass.

She took a moment to wipe her thighs as the moisture from hours of stimulation seeped out around the belt. She tried to use the lubrication to slip a finger inside, but the effort was wasted. The only way to get relief was to find a man, which wasn't likely to happen here. Players high enough to live beyond the ring had the means to travel magically and wouldn't be trudging along the ground. So the only people she was likely to find was the odd curious adventurer looking for something of interest.

She went as long as she dared, wandering through the trees and avoiding minor monsters. Eventually, she found a crude muddy road cut through the trees and took a moment to settle herself. Had Roric followed the road, or did he continue cross country? There was only one way to find out, and that meant an hour's worth of torment.

With her eyes closed, she imagined sex with a man, and the vibration started. Her hands instinctively went to her chest, grasping at the metal cups in frustration. She desperately wanted to help the sensation to put her body over the edge, but everything important was protected. With the vibration came the sense of direction, and Roric had, in fact, turned down the road.

Idris walked off her body alive with need as she wondered how long it would take to find them. She tried to pass the time by imagining being in Jaina's arms, kissing those soft lips as the warmth of her body rubbed against her skin. She thought of the sweet flavor of Gisley's glittery pussy and how much she wished to eat her out. Evalynn was loving and passionate, while Chandice had a wicked streak. The belt and its torments were Chandice's idea, after all, but what she'd done that night shocked her.

Idris had just finished making love to Jaina and was lying in her arms when Chandice dragged Gisley from the bed. She made the fairy girl get down on all fours and then did something unexpected. She spoke a command word, and a creature of the pits appeared like a small human with red skin and horns. She called it an imp and proceeded to order it to ravage Gisley to its heart's content. Idris watched with surprise as the beast mounted the woman, its unnaturally large cock sliding through her folds. Gisley moaned and thrashed as the imp took her for an incredibly long time. When it finally grabbed her waist, pulling her back tight, they all knew it was time.

Gisley cried out as she shared the orgasm, her body filling with fiendish seed. The monster made her take every drop before pulling away to reveal its soaked cock. Idris was so enthralled by the sight that she crawled out of bed and went before the creature as it sat on a nearby chair. She had no idea what drove her to do it, but she wrapped her lips around that cock and started to suck. She had just endured a night of passionate sex like never before, and her mind was still swimming in the throws of passion. All she wanted was to taste their sex and savor the flavor of cum mixed with glitter. She then sucked the monster for longer than he had taken Gisley. Jaina had come to her while she worked, stroking her head and calling her a good slave.

“That's it,” Jaina cooed. “Suck his cock as you should.”

Idris now wondered if this was why they had decided to put her to this test. Had she made them think she wanted to be kept and used in this way? Her thoughts were clouded as she tried to make sense of it all. Did she secretly want to be a sex slave after all?

“I don’t know,” she said to herself but thought back to the moment the imp grabbed her hair and made her finish. She looked up into those black eyes and surrendered, doing what she was told. Jaina played with her pussy, teasing the folds with a finger until the imp finally finished and filled her throat. She had to swallow the hot glue to keep from choking, but something drove her to keep going until she was sure he was dry. Jaina had commented on how good she was at sucking cock and brought her to Roric. She spent another half hour sucking him as Jaina urged her to please her master.

“She was telling me right then that I was his slave,” Idris realized. “I wonder if they were trying to get me to say yes?”

She hadn't said anything, preferring to finish her task, but she did so with eager lips. Roric's cock was unusually long, with a fist-sized knot at the base. The slave collar gave her an ability that prevented her from gagging, and soon his cock was deep in her throat. She found the sensation wildly arousing as his cock reached depths no man had previously come close to. When he came she didn't even need to swallow, the cum going directly down her throat. She could feel his cock throbbing as she pressed her lips to his knot and looked up with a pleading expression.

“Oh, no wonder they did this to me,” she groaned and rolled her eyes. “I am a dirty slut.”

“You are?” came a musical voice causing Idris to trip on a root. She whirled around searching her surroundings but seeing nothing in the trees.

“Who said that?” she asked as her eyes searched for the source.

“I did,” the voice replied back and then laughed as something rustled in the branched above. “You're a dirty slut.” it called in a mocking tone before laughing again.

Idris stumbled back trying to see who was speaking, but all she caught was a glimpse of color that was there one second and gone the next. She briefly considered rotting the tree or filling it with pestilence, but whoever was speaking didn't seem to be a threat.

“Why are you annoying me?” Idris asked as she dared to take a few steps.

“I was just curious as to why you were in the forest,” the voice replied as she heard more leaves rattle. “But now I am more interested in why you’re a slut.”

“Come out here and let me show you,” Idris said as she prayed it was a man. She would show him exactly what it was that made her a slut and then chain him to drag with.

“Sorry, you’re not my type,” the playful voice replied.

Idris felt her eye twitch as she was rejected again. Wasn't it every man's dream to have a woman boldly offer to be a slut for them? So why was she finding it impossible to get one to cooperate when all she wanted was to pleasure them?

“If you have no intention of cooperating, then go away,” she said with a wave of her hand and started to trudge on.

“Oh, but I want to see you be a slut,” the voice said. “Just use the zombies.”

Idris ground to a halt as her hands clenched into fists. She turned about and searched the branches above so she could put a curse on the annoying pest.

“I am not putting on a show for you,” Idris shouted back. “And I am certainly not doing it with zombies.”

“So you're not that dirty then,” the voice said as if disappointed.

“What is wrong with everyone?” Idris snapped. “People either want to kill me or annoy me, but none of you want to have sex. Show yourself or go away, I have no time to waste with you. I have somebody to meet.”

“Are you going to have sex with them?” the voice asked.

“None of your business!” Idris shouted and started walking. She began to wonder if the voice was even real or a figment of her imagination. Maybe it was brought on by the relentless vibrating inside that kept her on edge, or maybe it was the madness driving her to consider her zombies. She refused to even look at them as she stormed through the trees, desperate to escape her torment.

“So, what did they do to you that makes you a dirty slut?” the voice asked.

“How long have you been listening to me?” Idris demanded as she turned around again but only saw a glimpse of color in the branches.

“Just an hour or so,” the voice replied.

“You are like a stalker,” she accused as her anger started to mount. “You know it isn’t nice to eavesdrop on people having a crisis.”

“Are you lost?” the voice asked. “I can tell you where you are.”

“No, I am looking for my friends,” Idris said as she grew increasingly frustrated.

“Friends? Out here? Did they make you a dirty slut?”

“Stop calling me that,” she insisted. “I was just thinking out loud!”

“You said it,” the voice replied with a laugh. “And now I think you’re interesting.”

Idris growled and turned away, stomping down the road. The voice called after her asking if it could watch her be a dirty slut with her friends.

“I have lost my mind,” she said more quietly as the vibration inside caused her to run wet again. “I need to use the glitter and speak to them and let them know I am hallucinating.”

“I am not a hallucination,” the voice insisted.

“Stop following me!” Idris shouted and broke into a run, her zombies doing their best to keep up. She tore down the road as fast as her legs would carry her, only to discover the increased motion jarred the device inside. A minute later, she nearly buckled as her body hovered on the edge of orgasm but couldn't find relief.

“Ohhhh,” she groaned and clutched the metal between her legs, rubbing to no effect.

“Ha! You are a dirty slut,” the voice called. “You can't wait for your friends. Turn around and show me at least.”

“I am going to kill you,” Idris panted as she looked back. Her hand went around the bird-headed wand as her eyes glowed with black fire.

[level 11 Priest of Undeath power: sphere of entropy] Fill an area with black shadows that leech the life from everything inside. All creatures inside the sphere lose health and stamina at a rate equal to the caster's level.

A tree was engulfed in swirling black mist as branches began to wither and leaves fell in crumbling bits. It cracked and groaned as the dead limbs fell from the dying trunk creating a chorus of noise. Idris targeted a tree on the other side and then another and another. Soon the road around her was surrounded by black clouds as everything withered to death.

She waited to hear if her unseen stalker had anything witty to say. She had no idea if she had killed him, but he wouldn't be hiding in any of those branches. Satisfied that her rage had been worked out, she stumbled on, heading away from the scene of carnage.

The road was quiet for the next few hours, the sun moving to its three o'clock position. She had seen a few monsters in the trees but avoided drawing their attention. She didn't want to be interrupted again, and time was precious. The vibration had stopped long ago, and she hadn't dared to start it again. She trusted that Roric had stayed on the road, but every step made her more nervous. If they had left the road at any point, she could very well be heading away from them.

“I will have to endure it,” she said and thought about sucking on the imp. Immediately the vibration began, as did the sense of direction. Roric was still someplace ahead of her on the road, but she had no idea the distance.

“I could have just kept walking,” she groaned and trudged on, enduring the erotic suffering. She pressed on as quickly as she quick manage but soon found her pace erratic. She was swooning in the waves of pleasure coming from below and a fire inside begged her to finish. She dug at the belt again but could only feel the warm metal that shielded her private areas. With a low moan, she pressed on, determined to find them before she lost her mind.

She camped when the sun finally moved and left behind a dark sky. Her legs were tired from hours of walking and slick with her body's juice. She had endured at least eight hours of vibration this day and yet hadn't seen a single man to help relieve it.

“Why did they have to be going into the deep north?” she asked as she collapsed against a tree, using her pack as a cushion. If only they had been going south, then there would be town all around and players on the road. She would have found plenty of men to make her offer and perhaps a few brave enough to accept.

“Cowards,” she spat. “They should count themselves lucky to have me suck them.” She felt her stomach growl but used a simple spell to summon basic food. All priests could summon basic food and water as well as purify those that had gone bad. Of course, as a priestess of undeath, she could spoil it as well. However, all she wanted was something to eat, and a small lump of bread, an apple, and some cheese appeared when her spell was complete. She nibbled at the simple foods while looking into the night sky. Somewhere out there was Roric and his harem holding the key to her belts.

With a sigh, she ordered the zombies to attack anything that approached, then closed her eyes. Sleep came very easily, and as the night filled with dew, Idris enjoyed the peace of sleep. The morning was cool, so she quickly set about building a fire, using her powers to ignite it. She huddled over the side of her small blaze and pondered the next steps of her journey.

“If only I had a man to go with me,” she said to herself. “I could suck his cock whenever the sensation ended.” She laughed to herself as the weight of her predicament came down. Where was she going to find a man out here in the wilds? If she was lucky, it would be another bandit, but even those were few and far between. She had heard stories about rogue hunters or rare NPCs that stalked the remote areas, but what were the chances of meeting one of them?

“Oh, why is it so hard to find a man to suck!” she shouted and stood up as the sun made its rapid approach over the horizon. It was funny how New Eden's star didn't slowly cross the sky. It jumped from place to place, lingering in each spot for exactly three hours. When the time was up it raced to the next spot where it would have been normally. Still, it was always interesting to see the shadows suddenly move, crossing the ground as if alive.

With a stretch, she turned about to get her pack and froze as she looked into the eyes of a man.

“Who? What?” she mumbled as he stood there silently watching her. He was a little taller than she was, with short curly brown hair and a bit of stubble on his sharp chin. He appeared to be an elf by his pointy ears and tan skin. She guessed that he was probably a wood elf and perhaps a ranger, but he carried no weapons or gear. He wore only a simple shirt and pants tied with a very basic belt.

“When did you get here?” she asked the man, who made no move to answer. Instead, he remained silent as he stared at her with an almost magical glint in his eyes.

Idris didn't know what to make of the stranger, but she didn't care. This was too rare an opportunity to pass up, and she wasn't about to let him get away. She would order her zombies to run him down if she had to. Whatever it took, this man was giving her what she wanted. Just thinking about it set the vibrator going and she nearly stumbled as she approached him.

“Listen,” Idris began as she approached the man. “I know this will sound strange, but I have a very desperate need.” She licked her lips as he remained silent, listening without so much as a blink. “I have a spell placed on me that I can only relieve with the help of a man.” She walked right up to him and placed a hand on his chest as he looked down to watch it. “I need to suck your cock in order to get relief. I know that sounds crazy, but it's true.” She stepped back and pulled up her dress, showing him the chastity belt.

“You see,” she said and ran a finger along the metal band. “Now, please, can I suck you?” She waited for an answer, but the man only shifted in place his eyes never leaving hers. She took that to mean he wasn't about to run away and reached out to grab his belt. He made no move to escape her attention, and in moments she had the belt open. His pants were laced, but these came apart a moment later, and down came his britches to reveal a good long cock.

She thanked the gods that this one hadn't fled when she made the offer and began to stroke him as she dropped to her knees. His skin was unusually cold to the touch, but she didn't care. All that mattered was how it began to stiffen and grow, becoming ready to save her from hours of torment. Her lips went around the tip as soon as it was ready, her eager mouth working a gentle kiss as she moaned.

The man only looked down as if confused by what was happening. Idris looked up to meet his gaze as she made her first pass down, swallowing his still-stiffening cock to encourage him to get harder. She went slowly at first until he was finally stiff as a board, then grabbed hold of his legs and went at him with hunger. Her head bobbed at his waist, her lips leaving a glistening sheen over his skin. He tasted earthy and perhaps a little unclean. She wondered if he was some kind of NPC woodsman or perhaps a wandering hunter. She didn't care what he was so long as he could serve his purpose. If he was an NPC, he should be easy to drag with and provide further use down the road.

Minutes began to pass as Idris grew more frantic. The vibration inside had brought her to the edge of absolute pleasure and now release was in her grasp. When he came, so would she, and her body would finally have the release it needed. She would also have the direction sense for four long hours, enough to finally relax and regain her sense. She ran a hand between her legs, absentmindedly rubbing at the metal band. She knew it was a pointless effort but was so lost in her need she didn't care.

The stranger let out a low moan as Idris's heart beat faster. He must be close, and soon, she would have another of those fantastic orgasms. Afterward, she would beg him to come with her and provide her with more, offering him oral sex as payment.

Her body began to tremble in anticipation as she grew hot with need. She couldn't believe what she was doing, and a sense of fear mixed with desire into an intoxicating brew. This was what Jaina had spoken of, the power of being a slave to a master. If this was how it would feel, then Idris wanted in. She would gladly wear the collar and accept her role if only Roric would keep her in this state of tension.

Her stranger moaned again as his head went back, and she felt his body stiffen. Suddenly her mouth was awash with cold cream, but she hadn't a moment to consider it. She was rocked by an orgasm of surpassing power and length. She had to clutch at his legs to hold on as everything trembled.   Every time she swallowed a mouthful, the pleasure renewed as if the orgasm kept restarting. She grabbed the base of his cock, stroking madly to get more to swallow. She didn't want the orgasms to stop coming and needed his cum to swallow. When it finally became clear he had no more to give her, she fell back and lay on the ground writhing in the after spasms.

“Ohhh,” she groaned and rubbed the metal band between her legs. “That was wonderful.”

Her head was in a daze as she smiled and looked up at her stranger, only to see the gaunt gray skin of one of her zombies.

“What!” she cried and sat up.

“Ha, ha, ha. You really are a dirty slut!” a voice laughed from the trees.

Idris was struck dumb for a moment as she tried to figure out if she had been dreaming. Surely she hadn't been so delusional that she mistook a zombie for a man? It had to be a dream but then why was the direction sense working when the vibrator was still?

“I want to see you suck the other ones now,” the voice teased.

Idris trembled in rage as she crawled up and stood, her eyes blazing as she took out a small red stone.

“Come, come, oh blackest of the damned. From the pits, I call you to serve at my hand! I bind your will and your soul with my chains. Now reveal thy darkness. I call forth a wraith!”

She threw the stone down as a red light filled the air. The ground cracked where the stone landed, and out poured an oily black smoke in which a skeletal face appeared.

“I come to serve my mistress,” a voice hissed like wind blowing through a distant pipe.

“A creature unseen taunts me from the trees,” she said with a cruel smile. “find it and throw it at my feet!”

“What are you doing?” the voice called out, causing the skeletal face to turn and look into a nearby tree. The cloud of smoke formed into a black flowing cape with arms of bone ending in clawed fingers. It wailed like the shriek of a hundred tormented souls as it flew into the trees in pursuit of her unseen foe.

“Go away!” the voice shouted as branches broke and shattered. Idris couldn't see the battle going on, but she heard it as the unseen annoyance tried desperately to evade his pursuer. Idris knew a wraith could see invisible, spectral, and even out-of-phase beings. Whatever that player was using to hide it was going to be of no use.

She was going to torment him until he begged for forgiveness, then kill him and animate his body. She had been tricked into sucking off one of her zombies, and he would pay dearly for it. A tree exploded in a burst of multicolored lights, and she saw the dark wraith chase after something much smaller.

A second tree went up in a rainbow of colors, but the undead monster kept after its prey.

“I’m sorry!” the voice called out as Idris saw a glint of color dart into another tree.

“It’s too late for sorry!” she shouted as the battle moved around her. She smiled with some satisfaction to know her annoyance was frightened. Now it was going to pay for what it had done, and by the time he respawned, she would be far away.

The wraith used a spell of shadows and purple fire, searing a nearby tree as the voice called out in pain. She watched as the monster collected something from the ground and came through the brush to its master.

Idris smiled in satisfaction as her summons arrived and tossed a small bundle at her feet. She looked down to gloat over her tormentor ready to mock him but could only manage three little words.

“What is that?”