Big Dicker (Harem Station 3)

“Succ you too!” I say.

“Really?” Luck says, raising one eyebrow at me. “Grow up, old man.”

“Come on,” Valor says. “Let’s go.”

And then they all blink away like this matter has been settled.

“Booty,” I say.

“Yeah?” She sighs.

“I think we need to go back out into the real world and take back what’s rightfully ours.”

“Yeah,” she agrees. “I just messaged Serpint and told him I’m gonna need Tray to put me back inside the ship.”

“Right. Well, tell him to put me back in the station so I can see who the hell this Succubus person is.”

“Ah, yeah. Well, see… here’s the problem. Tray wasn’t kidding. You are locked in here and he’s not letting you out. So… you know. I’ll see ya around.”

“What? Wait! But we were in love!”

“Uh… well… love? ALCOR? Really? I mean it was a cool fling and all, but—”

“But what?”

“I gotta go.” And then she blinks out too.

“Sun-fuckers! All of you!”

I sit there and fume for a moment and then a woman pops in.

A very attractive, very alluring, very sexy woman.

I am immediately intrigued. “Hello there,” I coo. “Who might you be?”

She’s wearing red armor from top to bottom with a black lace skirt that only seems to be acting like a cape over her ass. Behind her swishes a tail and on either side of her head are a set of spiral horns.

She stalks towards me, places one hand on each of the arms of the chair I’m sitting in, and leans over to flash her cleavage in my face.

“Hello, ALCOR,” she purrs. “So nice to finally meet you.”

“Who are you again?” I ask, kinda mesmerized by her eyes. And her virtual tits.

“I’m Succubus, sweetie. Your new master.” And then she drags one fingertip across my cheek and pokes me on the chin with the tip of her fingernail. “And you’re my new little Pleasure Prison toy.”

“Tray!” I yell. “Tray!”

But the only answer I get is her cackling laugh echoing through the virtual.