After we left the room, I couldn't help but see all the women roaming the corridors in a different light. How many of them were cursing their lives as they walked, unable to do anything but just exist as they did, forever trapped in this hotel? Van led me through the same path we had taken before, albeit I was noticing much more this time. Perhaps it had something to with the fact that Yumi wasn't wrapped around my body now.
Once I shook on the deal with Caracella, she had asked me to wait outside while she talking things out with her fellow succubus. I wondered what that had been about. Since it was awkward to straight up ask something like that, I decided to twist the conversation to get to it from a different angle.
"Caracella didn't seem to think I was a real human at first. And honestly, I was noticing the lack of attention from the others too. Shouldn't me being here be a big deal?" I asked.
Van nodded, "It should be. But not all of them are in on the plan. Some have given up after all this time and others actually prefer living like this in isolation. As for the fake human, we get them quite often. Cara promised a while back that anyone who brings in a human who helps with the plan will be rewarded heavily, so everyone got drawn into the competitive mindset. Unfortunately, too many of them tried using summons or transformation techniques to pass off as humans. Basic magic can't get past Caracella. She can see through it in seconds."
"Damn. So that's what you meant by advantage, huh? You bring me here and you get some kind of reward too. Do I get a share? Since I helped you out so much, you know."
She laughed, "Oh, dearie. You jerked off and finished on me because of how horny you were. Trust me, you've done nothing worth getting a share from me."
"Of Caracella's reward, you mean."
"Obviously? What else?"
"There was another reward, if you remember. One that you promised before we entered. That's still on, right?"
She sighed and increased her pace, getting closer to the door we had used to enter, "Let's go. I'll teach you how you can enter this place again, and then you can get started with your work."
What a master of the craft of changing topics. She did it so flawlessly that it wasn't even obvious that she didn't want to talk about it. Had the promise been a hasty mistake to her? Even if so, she had made it. I didn't need it to be fulfilled right away. Just a confirmation that it would be. It was difficult to forget the image of her perfect boobs that had been formed in my brain.
"No, wait, hold on a second!" I hurriedly scrambled to close the door before she could open it, "Before we go in. What excuse do I even give? Help me out here."
"For not being at your job for almost an hour?"
"No shit, Sherlock. What else?"
"I don't know. Sounds like a you problem. They can't see me, so I'm gonna do my job and leave. Deal with whatever comes your way, I guess."
She opened the door and I saw a dark, empty room. This time, she has somehow opened the portal to a completely different place. Without a care in the world, she stepped through.
"Wait! Are you fucking kidding me?!"
I ran in after he and closed the door behind me. Due to the speed, I bumped straight into her back and recoiled a bit. During that touch, though, my brain noticed something before my eyes confirmed it. I had just touched bare skin. Not the tube top she had been wearing, but skin. Once my eyes adjusted and I could see again, I saw a naked back. Her tits were peeking out from the sides of her back, and her asscheeks sagged just a little against the tiny piece of fabric covering them. Her thong and string suspenders were somehow back.
"Woah." I said.
She kept moving and reached the main room, turning and showering me with the sight of her tits once more. I can't promise that my eyes didn't pop out of their sockets like some cartoon character.
"So you're in the mood after all?" I asked.
"Huh? Is that literally all you think about, Al?"
"Shit, blame me. You're the one who switched clothes as soon as you walked into a closed room. What's the problem in asking?"
She sat down on the bed and crossed her legs, "Once we enter the human world, our appearances change based on what is considered the norm for our species. Goblins stop being handsome hunks and turn into little critters, Harpies turn into old hags and Wyverns start to fly. Suitably, we turn into visual sluts. And I guess our libido increases, but we've learnt to control that over time."
It made sense. The rules of the world had to be adhered to. However, there was one thing that bothered me. It wasn't even related to her. Just a matter of principle because of how absurd it sounded. I looked at her deadpan and asked, "What the fuck do you mean wyverns can't normally fly?"
"Because they can't? Their body weight is too much for their wings to be able to carry them. Especially in our world, since they're famous gluttons. Once they come here though, they say they feel weightless. Almost like a powerup that allows them to do what they want. Cool, right?"
"Fuck no. What about dragons, then? Are you telling me they can't fly either?"
"Dragons are a myth, Al. Stop being so gullible. Aren't wyverns enough for you tiny little human brain to be satisfied?"
A...myth? The coolest damn thin to exist in all of fantasy. We get succubi, goblins, harpies, wyverns. All of it. But not the coolest damn things to ever exist?
"You can't be serious." I sighed, sitting beside her, "No dragons? Is there no god in this world?"
"Um...no? There's a demon lord though!"
I looked at her with a mix of disappointment and anger. And was somehow met with the most genuine smile she had given all day. This is what had satisfied her. Making me despair over the non-existence of my favorite fantasy creature ever. The succubi were a blessing upon my life to find out about, but was it really worth sacrificing dragons for them? If I had the choice, would I truly have a succubus on my side at all times instead of a cool ass fire breathing dragon?
My eyes traveled down to her body once more. Shit. Maybe. But then, I managed to defeat that horniness within and decided that no. The despair over the dragons was real. Nothing could replace a massive, scary, scaly good boy.
"Just tell me how to come back to your world, how to contact you regarding the humans, the exact stuff you're looking for in them, and leave. I'll figure out the whole missing for an hour part. I'm too fucking sad. This day has been a disappointment."
"Hmm. How simple humans are. I adore you." She landed a kiss on my cheek and stood up, "Anyways, anytime you want to come back into our world, you need to make sure you do it when the other side of the door you're using is empty. Just think about coming there and open it. Voila. But again, make sure there's no one on the actual other side because they might get pulled along too. It's more like an area teleportation spell than it is a portal. Something about you connects you to our world. We'll figure all that out eventually, but know that not everyone is like that. Most humans will be torn apart and killed either during the traversal, or due to a paradox of existence when they reach out world."
Wasn't that too much of a responsibility just to open a damn door? If someone just happened to be in a place I didn't expect, I would basically kill them instantly. This meant that it was safest to use the technique only when stepping into an unoccupied room. Or maybe even the bathroom of an unoccupied room. The higher the chance of nobody being in there, the better. I would have to work on strategies regarding that when I had time.
"For the humans. Just step into our world and Cara will know. I'm pretty sure she didn't let you go with just the immunity seal. She clearly have you the key to enter our world, so she must have also placed a bell on you. She'll assign someone to come in here with you as soon as you come to us. So, you come across a man who is alone, you call us. You come across a woman who is alone, try to gauge if she'd fuck another woman. If yes, you call us."
"What if, you know, the man does not want to fuck a woman either? What if he's gay?"
"Too bad about that, we'll just retreat. But as I said, out powers change when we enter this world. If it's a man, there's a ninety-nine percent chance he fucks us. It's difficult to resist. And when they wake up, it'll feel like a wet dream, so nobody will blink twice. Sounds good?"
"Mm hmm. Perfect. Nothing else, hopefully?"
"Yup. Thanks for agreeing, Al. Really." She smiled, "We've been waiting for this quite a while now. If things go well and you play your part, we might just have a chance at leaving that place. Oh, also, I think it's obvious, but only use doors in this hotel to come to us. Don't try it anywhere else or you might not have enough energy to make it all the way. The toll will be too intense for your body to pay. Got it?"
I hadn't expected something that sweet from her, but I guess she dropped her persona once in a while too. It had already made me start considering ways that I could use to bring people into the hotel. It would not be easy, but what Van had said in front of Cara still stood. One person was enough to attract people to come to a place.
"Hold on." I said, "That thing you mentioned during the meeting with Caracella. About the hot waitress?"
"Yeah? The analogy was rather perfect, wasn't it?"
"Uh, yeah. I got it. Really helpful, but here's the deal. I am not exactly what you'd conventionally call hot?" I raised an eyebrow, "I guess I got caught up in your voice, but it's just fact that I'm not a head turner. Shit, I don't think I'm ugly, but certainly not the top of the bunch. How exactly would my looks make anyone come in here? And even if they do, I'm still just a bell boy. No matter how hard I try, I can't be the only selling point like a waitress would be. It doesn't track."
"Oh, don't be so harsh, dear." She came closer and pushed me on the bed. I kept staring at the ceiling, wondering what exactly had happened all of a sudden. It had been a question without any secret intentions for once. It had just popped up in my mind. And somehow that makes her do this?
Van got on the bed and stood over me, slowly bending down on all fours before slowly crawling up my body. Her boobs jiggled with every move, bending down and almost grazing my crotch, then my stomach, and my chest. Once her eyes were level with me, she started, "You don't always need looks to get by, Al. There's a lot more you can use. Your words, your voice, your gestures, your thoughts. A lot counts in attracting someone towards you. As someone whose only work it is to do that, trust me when I say that not everyone is getting off on my tits. I've had people who'd rather just have me whisper in their eyes for half an hour straight."
I couldn't blame them. When she used that sexy whisper, it was hard to deny the eroticism it created. But to not be turned on by her boobs? Absolute crime against humanity. Could people be even called human at that point? It was a pair even a straight girl could not resist being awestruck by. Now, close to my nose, I could feel them on my breath.
"Use your assets. Whatever you have. I know you can. If nothing else, that cock is not small at all. Use it to get people in here. Difficult to talk to people on the street? Start with your friends. Convince them this is the greatest hotel of all time. Friends your age? Tell them you dreamed of a succubus and three or four might actually show up. You're not helpless, Al. Our bodies are weapons. But not just physical ones. Stop thinking of them as just that. Broaden your mind."
I was touched. I really was. But once more, I didn't know how to articulate something like that in words. Whether it was the lack of understanding of what to say, or if my instincts were overpowering what I really wanted to say and do, I don't know. But instead of accepting her words and reassuring her like I should have, I decided to land a kiss on her lips. And she, for some reason, pulled me closer and introduced her tongue into the equation. Before I knew it, she was sleeping on top of me and we had been kissing for minutes on end. My hands went down her back to her ass, and her hands pulled my face closer to hers.
"But who am I kidding?" Van said, pulling back and down a little, "You'll use all those tricks and understand them too. But you won't be able to stop looking at my breasts, will you?"
"I..."
"Need to stay quiet. You need to shut up and enjoy your reward. I keep my promises. So you stop moving and let me do what I do best."
She moved all the way down to my crotch and pulled down my pants. She laid her face on top of my underwear and sniffed, moving her mouth and lips all over before trailing up to the cloth's edge and pulling it down using her teeth. By the time the were on my knee, my cock had already reached full size, sticking up and waiting for her to do whatever she wanted with it.
She came back up and stuck her tongue out, landing it on the head. As soon as she did, my entire lower body shook. But I dared not utter a word. She has asked me to shut up and enjoy, so that's what I intended to do. Her tongue coiled around the head and she started slurping on the tip, sending waves of pleasure to the opening of my cock. Then, she swallowed the entire head and held it in her mouth for a second, swirling her tongue all around it on the inside. I tried my best, but a moan escaped. She smiled and moved down, taking the entire thing into her mouth.
My hips moved up, unable to control the pleasure, and I wrapped my legs around her. She started sucking, moving up and down. Every time she inserted it again, it felt like the first. The insides of her mouth beat most pussies I had been in. There weren't a lot to compare, sure, but this was still an experience I had no idea was possible. Once she took it in, she applied more fresh spit to it and then used they to keep going for every pump.
I wasn't controlling my groans anymore. Twisting and turning my body as I pleased to allow her to feel what she giving me. Soon, as the tension built up, I moved my hand to her hair and kept it there.
"Oh...fuck! I want to fuck you. Come up here, I wanna suck your tits."
She pulled her mouth away and a wet string of spit and pre-cum drooled from her mouth onto my cock.
"Someone's not following orders." She said, moving up just a little bit before stopping. Her face on the same level as my stomach. She looked up at my eyes, "What did I say? I do what I do. You shut up and enjoy. Got it?"
I nodded. Without a retort, I nodded.
"I know what you want." She seductively whispered again. My cock throbbed with just that.
She sat up a little and arranged her now bare boobs over my dick, moving downwards and parting them over the shaft. She wrapped the flesh around my cock and spat on the head.
She did know what she was doing. I hadn't considered this for whatever reason, but this was definitely one of the greatest things Van could do for me. To be covered by her breasts was a reward of it's own. And now, if she started pumping, it was all I would need.
She looked at what she had created and smiled, "Shall we get started, then?"