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  Tris pulled back and stared hungrily at her Sister as the garment rose over her head and exposed her chest in all its glory. The brunette had smaller breasts than Gula, but they were equally as perky and, in my experience, just as fun to touch.

  Gula began to kiss Tris on the neck as her hand slid down and started to rub at the tall succubus’ clitorus.

  Tristitia gasped at the sudden wave of pleasure that overtook her body, and then she fell back onto the nearby bed. She moaned as the curvy redhead pleasured her intensely and moved her lips all the way down her torso.

  Finally, Gula pulled away. “Do you think we’ve teased him enough, Sister?” she cooed.

  Tris looked over at me and then let her eyes wander down to the massive bulge in my pants. She bit her lip as she stared at my cock, and then her violet orbs lit up with glee.

  “Get over here,” she demanded. “That thing’s not gonna take care of itself.”

  I quickly got undressed and made my way over to where the two women were making love. The second I got close enough, Tris’ hand shot out, wrapped around my erection, and began to stroke it delicately.

  “I thought about teasing you a little bit more,” Tris purred, “but seeing that bulge in your pants made me crave it.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?” Gula’s voice asked. “Get to it, Tris.”

  The redheaded succubus started to kiss her way down Tris’ body until she came to the tender slit between her legs. Gula looked up at both of us with mischief in her eyes, and then she began to lick at the Sister of Sloth.

  Tris’s grip around my dick tightened momentarily as she took in Gula’s motions. Finally, she regained her focus and turned her attention back to me. The brunette succubus gave me a gentle tug, leaned forward, placed a hand against my ass, and slid my cock into her mouth.

  I voiced my satisfaction with a hearty moan, and the Sister of Sloth started to push her lips further down.

  She bobbed her head forward and back on my dick, and I could feel her warm tongue gliding across my shaft as she moved. Once she got as far as she thought she could go, Tris used her hand to push my hips forward and drove me deeper into her mouth. The succubus let out a muffled moan against my dick, and I nearly exploded when I felt her throat muscles contract around my head.

  Tris pulled back, let my dick slip out of her mouth, and then began to go at it with her tongue. At the same time, the succubus couldn’t contain her excitement with Gula. Tris’s eyes closed, and a series of gasps slipped out of her mouth as she pleasured me. Then, the brunette woman pulled herself away from my erection, slapped her hand against the back of Gula’s head, and tensed up her whole body. Tris let out a loud moan as she orgasmed, and the sound of her pleasure made my erection grow even harder.

  Gula pulled her head back from Tris’ pussy and smiled.

  “You’re really fucking good at that,” I observed.

  “I’ve had years of practice,” the Sister of Gluttony said with a wink. “Now, Tris, if you don’t mind, it’s our turn.”

  Tristitia was sitting up on the bed, completely wobbly and panting profusely.

  “I dunno,” she joked coyly. “I’ve never been one to do all the work.”

  Gula pouted, stood up, and threw her hands on her hips. “I believe I’m the one who did all the work here,” she said in a huff.

  Before she could say another word, I moved on the redhead. I pressed my lips against hers as I caressed her right nipple lovingly and used my other hand grab a handful of her curvy ass. Our bodies pressed against each other, and my dick could feel how wet she was just from running along the outside of her lips.

  I wasn’t going to wait a second longer. I wanted Gula, and I wanted her now.

  I moved my hands so they were positioned on the succubus’ waist, lifted her up into the air, and moved so her back was pressed up against a nearby wall.

  Gula gasped in surprise, and then she gasped once more as my rock-hard cock slid into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as I used my leverage to push deep inside of her, and she bit her lip in satisfaction.

  I began to thrust deeply in and out of Gula slowly. At this angle, I was able to get as deep into her as I possibly could, and we were both on cloud nine. Once I had a decent rhythm going, I started to increase my pace.

  I felt the warm coil in my pelvis as I neared the edge, and Gula’s intense moans did little but push me closer and closer. I looked down at the succubus’ massive breasts, both of which bounced in unison from the impact of my thrusts. I could feel Gula’s pussy tightening around my cock, but I finally reached the edge when she let out the slightest whimper of pleasure.

  My dick began to pulsate, and we both cried out when I filled Gula’s tight wet tunnel with my seed.

  Both of our moans turned into whispers as I slowed my pace, and we panted with exhaustion. Then I pressed my lips up against the redhead’s before I finally picked her up and carried her back to the bed.

  Tris was waiting for us with her naked body sprawled out teasingly. Her long, slender legs were making small bicycle kicks in the air, and she was running her right hand through her brown locks gingerly.

  I sat Gula down beside the Sister of Sloth, and then I sat down beside her.

  The second I was on the bed, Tris rolled over onto her stomach, reached up, and gently ran her fingers along the edge of my cock.

  “You know we’re not even close to being done, right?” she sighed as she stared longingly at my returning erection. “I’m not passing up on a chance to ride the gut-tickler.”

  “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Jacob,” Gula giggled. “Sister Tris is actually offering to do all the work!”

  “Don’t get used to it,” Tris pouted. “But I think Jacob deserves a little bit of rest after everything he’s done, don’t you?”

  I sat up and raised my finger to answer, but Tris shoved me down onto the bed before I could utter a word.

  The tall brunette succubus crawled over and positioned herself on top of me, so the warm lips of her pussy were right over my erection. However, instead of sitting up and riding me like the other succubi would, she simply reached down, grabbed my cock, and slid it into her tenderly. She was super wet, and I was deep inside of her in seconds.

  Tris ran her hand along the outside of my face, through the side of my hairline, and down my stubbly cheeks. As she traced my jawline with her palm, she also began to bounce her hips up and down on my dick.

  I let out a moan to express my pleasure, but I was instantly cut off when Tris shoved her tongue in my mouth. We made out passionately as our bodies writhed lustfully.

  After a minute or so of our lovemaking, Gula appeared behind her Sister. The redhead had an ornery look on her face as she placed her hands firmly against Tris’ ass and started to force it down harder.

  Tris gasped in surprise, but the sounds she made quickly transformed into grunts and groans of ecstacy. Her body began to tense up like a spring ready to uncoil, but the succubus still kept her pace. Her face was still pressed against my own, and her moans were growing so intense they nearly rattled my brain.

  I’d already blown my load into Gula, so my second orgasm took a bit longer to build. But Tris’ body was amazingly lean and taut against me, and I could soon feel myself approaching the edge again, so I wrapped my hands on Tris’ waist and forced her down onto my cock as far as she could go.

  “Ohhhhh!” Tris whimpered as she pulled her face back. “I think I’m about to--ohmygod!”

  The brunette’s entire body quivered, and she nearly screamed with delight as she came. At the same time, I released my second spray of cum as deep as I could inside of her, and she bit her lip as I filled up her trembling body.

  Tris rolled off my body and placed her hand on my chest.

  “That was incredible,” she panted.

  “You were incredible,” I shot back playfully.

  “Take it from me,” Gula chimed in as she crawled over and laid down at my other side. �
�You were both incredible.”

  “You weren’t too bad yourself,” I chuckled and wrapped my arm around the curvy redhead.

  “No,” she admitted humbly, “I guess I wasn’t.”

  I pulled the succubi in close and basked in the warmth of their naked bodies. They both snuggled up against my chest, and I couldn’t help but wonder how I got so fucking lucky. Here I was, in the middle of Hell, in the middle of a mission that was literally life and death, and I was making love to two beautiful women. Two beautiful women, I might add, who were different than the beautiful women I made love to yesterday.

  As I stared up at the wood-covered ceiling of the inn, I only had one thought on my mind. Jacob Ralston was the luckiest guy in the fucking world.

  The next thing I knew, I was drifting off to sleep.

  “Bro … ” I heard Todd’s voice through the fog of my slumber. “Bro … Wake up, bro … ”

  “Just another hour or so, Todd,” I grumbled and rolled over. “We’ve got plenty of time to get to Azazel.”

  “No, bro … ” the imp continued. “We got a problem.”

  “We’re gonna have a huge problem if you don’t let me sleep, bro,” I growled through my insomniac-like state.

  “Jacob,” Eligor’s voice finally cut through the haze of my sleep. “Todd’s right. We have a major problem.”

  I shot up in bed and tried to take in my surroundings.

  The two succubi were both still at my side, but they were now stirring groggily. Eligor was standing at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed across her chest, and I could hear Todd rummaging underneath the bed.

  “What--what are you doing in here?” I demanded and pulled the sheet over my body. “Haven’t you heard of knocking? We could have been--”

  “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” the blonde knight sighed. “But now’s not the time for that. We’ve got bigger issues to deal with.”

  “What are you talking about?” I questioned.

  Todd scurried out from underneath the bed and hopped to his feet. The imp was completely covered with cobwebs, and he wore a look of complete defeat on his face.

  “It’s not under there,” he sighed. “I think we got double-crossed, bro.”

  “What are you talking about?” I demanded. “Who--”

  “The Unhallowed Sword, Jacob,” Eligor explained. “It’s not with your armor, and it’s nowhere to be found.”

  “Even worse,” Todd added. “Black Bart’s ship is gone. That goddamn peg-legged bitch robbed us, bro.”

  Chapter 14

  “I guess that’s what we get for trusting a pirate,” I growled as I hopped up out of bed, still naked, and ran over to my clothes.

  Eligor let out a slight gasp at the sight of my swinging manhood, but I didn’t have time to stop and model. I quickly tossed on my clothes, and then the knight came over and helped me put on my armor.

  Gula and Tris stood up, sauntered over to their fallen clothes, and got dressed once more.

  “Do you think he knew we had planned on double-crossing him?” Gula suggested as she pulled her tight shirt over her stomach.

  “Maybe,” Todd admitted. “Black Bart is considered one of the most successful pirates in history for a reason, Firecracker.”

  “Or maybe it was just a pirate doing what he does best,” I sighed. “Pirating.”

  “What do you have against pirates, dude?” Tris asked with a chuckle. “You’ve been ragging on ‘em the whole time we’ve been here.”

  “Jakey was always more of a ninja guy,” Todd interjected.

  “They’re way cooler,” I said with a shrug. “Not to mention, they actually followed a code of honor. Meanwhile, pirate assholes will steal anything that isn’t bolted down, case in point.”

  “Nah way, bro,” Todd argued. “They had their own code and everything. It’s like you never even watched those movies with the cursed skeleton guys and drunken Johnny Depp.”

  “That was all just fiction,” I sighed. “Real life pirates were a lot more filthy and violent and not bound by honor at all.”

  “Wrong again, Jakey,” Todd scoffed. “I read a bunch of books on real pirates. They were even more boring than what you think they were!”

  “Apparently not Black Bart, though,” I grumbled. “He looked like he stepped right out of Treasure Island. Minus the peg leg and eye patch, of course.”

  Gula cringed. “Peg-leg?” she gasped. “Isn’t that what Sister Ira is into?”

  “No, no, no,” Tris corrected the Sister of Gluttony. “That’s something completely different. I made the mistake of searching it on the internet once, and I’ll never forget what I saw … ”

  “The horror, the horror,” Todd gasped in his best Brando.

  “What the hell are we going to do now?” Eligor interjected. “We’ve lost the only weapon that can free your Sister.”

  “How big is the ‘ocean’ in the First Circle?” I asked.

  “Not that large,” the knight admitted. “It’s honestly more like an oversized lake that’s mainly here for anyone who was a boating enthusiast in their previous life. And Charon, of course.”

  I clapped my hands together. “That’s it!” I exclaimed. “Charon can help us find the fucker. I bet he’d be really happy to get his stolen boat back, too.”

  “See?” Tris giggled and slapped Eligor on the shoulder. “There’s a reason we all follow Jacob. Smart as a box of rocks.”

  “Uh … Sister?” Gula said coyly. “That’s the expression you use when you think somebody’s stupid.”

  “Oh!” the brunette succubus gasped. “My bad. Jacob’s smarter than a tack.”

  “Close enough,” I chuckled and turned back to Eligor. “When does Charon usually make his rounds to the First Circle?”

  “He starts bright and early,” the knight sighed. “New souls are brought into Hell every day, and this is his first destination. I believe he’ll be here sometime near sunrise.”

  I looked out the window of the inn and saw it was still pitch-black outside. If we moved quickly, there was still plenty of time to try and flag Charon down.

  Eligor tightened the final strap on my breastplate and then knocked against the metal of the armor to let me know it was good to go.

  I walked over to my weapons belt, which was now completely empty save for a single item.

  The broken, goat-headed dagger.

  “That son of a bitch must have just taken whatever he damn well pleased,” I growled as I lifted up the belt and wrapped it around my waist.

  “At least he didn’t get your dagger, bro,” Todd said optimistically. “That thing’s been with us since the beginning.”

  “Stole it from Quinn himself,” I acknowledged. “He probably saw it was broken and figured it wasn’t of any use.”

  “Wait a minute … ” Gula gasped. “If he took our weapons, that means he was in this room with us at some point.”

  “You heard the guy,” Tris explained. “The innkeeper had these rooms held especially for Bart. He probably had a spare key or something so he could get inside. I bet he pulls this kinda heist all the time.”

  “Well, he just stole from the wrong people,” I hissed. “We’re gonna tear this fucking Circle apart until we find him and get our shit back. Starting with his little friend, the innkeeper.”

  The five of us stomped out of the room, passed through the wood-covered halls of the inn, and then marched down the stairs and into the tavern section of the building. There was nobody in the establishment other than a single janitor who was hastily mopping up the remnants of our party from the night before. The Shade was down on his hands and knees, scrubbing away at the floor as if he were trying to take the dark stain off the wood itself. He must not have been doing a good job, because I could feel my shoes sticking to the floor as we approached.

  “Where’s the innkeeper?” I demanded.

  The janitor looked up from his work, wiped his brow, and shook his head. “I don’t know,” he admitted.
“Her and Black Bart were getting pretty wasted last night. I saw the two of them leaving together about two or three hours ago, but that was the last I saw of her.”

  “She’s probably on the ship, then,” Eligor sighed. “So much for that lead.”

  “Come on,” I mumbled. “Let’s get out of here and see if we can catch Charon. It looks like the creepy ferryman is our only shot at finding our missing sword.”

  I plodded out of the inn, angry and disgusted with the entire situation. The fucking pirate and his innkeeper friend had played us like a fiddle, but I wasn’t going to let them get away with it. We needed that sword, and I was going to get it back even if I had to pry it out of both of their cold, dead hands.

  My blood pressure fell just a tad when I exited the building and took in the calming darkness of the First Circle. It may have been pitch black out here, but it wasn’t an unnerving darkness. I didn’t fear what was out in the shadows. I wasn’t paranoid we were being watched by our enemies or that a pack of wild vargrats were going to come up and attack us.

  In fact, it was almost soothing.

  The team found a spot on the beach that wasn’t completely covered with trash and hunkered down on the sand. Then we sat there in silence for nearly half an hour as we waited for Charon to make his appearance.

  There were no stars in the sky, and the only light around us came from a few hanging torch lights and a large, towering lighthouse at the very edge of the port. It was nearly a soundless morning, filled only with the gentle crash of waves against the shore and the occasional rumble of a large vehicle traveling through the city behind us.

  If we weren’t already stressing out about losing the Unhallowed Sword, it actually would have been pretty peaceful.

  Finally, the warm glow of the sun began to peek out from over the horizon. It started off as a dull red glow, but then slowly became more and more muted and yellow as it rose. When the fiery orb was about halfway above the landscape, Gula stood up and pointed.

  “There!” she exclaimed. “It’s the Ferryman!”

  I hopped to my feet and looked out to where the succubus was pointing.