Here tone is sweet, but there is a threatening edge to her words. You and Kara back towards the curtain through which you entered. Kara’s hand rests on her sword. You keep your hands up, able to decide quickly between casting a spell and drawing a pistol, as circumstance dictates. Alyssa follows you towards the door. She moves with sudden speed, ducking past you and Kara and blocking your way to the door.
“Move aside,” says Kara sternly. “We leave you in peace, demoness. We have no quarrel.”
“You’re right,” she says, toying with the fringe of her bodice as if she might pull it down and reveal her breast. “Though we might have a quarrel if you leave without accepting my hospitality.”
“We cannot trust you, succubus,” you warn her, trying to sound as tough as your sister.
“Ohhh, but you must,” she coos, her violet eyes flashing with malevolent light.
It only takes Alyssa a moment to transform. She sheds her lingerie like so much smoke, thick horns curl from her forehead back over her hair, bat-like wings opened behind her back, and a thick tail curls around her hip and winds down her shapely tail.
She is terrifying, but somehow even more gorgeous in her demonic resplendence. Her bare breasts are large and luscious compared to her slender waist, but her hips are wide and her bottom ample. A tiny tuft of lavender hair rests above the delicate folds of her pussy and you find yourself growing hot with desire simply gazing upon her naked beauty. Perhaps sensing your weakness, Kara takes a step towards Alyssa.
“Back, demon, or this may come to blows!” Your sister warns.
“Oh, ‘blows’ is it? I am quite familiar with blows,” she giggles and licks her lips. “Come now, my sweet huntresses, there is still time for us to be friends.”
She opens her arms as if inviting you into an embrace. Your pussy aches with need and you find yourself resisting the urge to step into those arms and press against those gorgeous breasts. Oh, what her full, glistening lips would feel like pressed to yours…
“Sister,” hisses Kara. “Mind yourself. She is trying to bewitch us.”
“Oh, yes,” you say, trying to shake off your fantasies of pleasure in the embrace of the succubus.
“What should we do?” Kara asks, cutting her eyes in your direction.
What do you do?
Wait
Parley
Attack
Magic
Surrender
Breed
Something your mother said to you struck you as profound: the monsters have been nearly wiped out by your family. Centuries ago, there might have been entire villages of ogres and now this poor, blubbery brute dwells alone, guarding a waterfall. It is tragic and makes your heart heavy with guilt. But there is a solution. You know ogres and humans to be sexually compatible even without the curse of fertility upon this island.
You break into a smile and the ogre looks at you with confusion. You have made up your mind.
“I am the herald of the Great One,” you say and embrace the ogre in a loving hug.
“Uh, yes, I am Premble,” says the ogre, slowly warming to your embrace and hugging you in return. “I am humble servant of the Great One. I guard this place.”
Your heart beads with excitement and joy as you gaze up at the brute. You caress his huge arms and his soft belly. His smile is lopsided as he watches your small hands stroke his body.
“I am here for your seed,” you say to him as your hands wander down to the huge bulge in his trousers.
“Herald?” He grunts with surprise. You squeeze his cock through his clothing and feel the thick serpent stir.
“Penny,” your mother’s voice invades your mind, “are you certain this is what you truly want?”
“I must repopulate the monsters on this island,” you gasp aloud to your mother and to the ogre. You kiss his belly and begin to untie the rope that serves as his belt. “My womb craves your seed, Premble.”
“This is a disappointing decision, but a noble cause,” says your mother. “Farewell, Penny. May you breed many warriors for the Great One.”
You feel your mother’s presence retreat from your mind. You are alone with the ogre; alone with this mighty creature that will fill you with his precious seed. Your pussy aches for his cock as you untie his trousers and pull them down his tattooed legs. His cock is huge and misshapen. It bulges on one side and tapers to the head on the other side. He is hairless and his bollocks are enormous. You cradle them with both hands and imagine all of his cum inside, ready to pump into your eager cunt.
“You… you honor me,” says Premble, looking almost as if he is going to weep. “I will gladly share my seed with you, herald.”
You shed your weapons, pack, and clothing like a butterfly escaping from its chrysalis. You press your pale, naked body against the ogre’s pink flesh and squeeze his cock tightly between your breasts. You kiss his bulging tip, licking it and tasting the oozing slime of his arousal. Your hands continue to stroke him as you stretch your lips around that tip and suckle at Premble’s massive cock. The cave echoes with his groans of pleasure and your wet, slurping suction.
“Oh, herald,” he groans, cradling your head as you pleasure his cock. “Oh, be careful, or you will draw out my seed.”
“Not yet,” you gasp, stroking him against your face and kissing his lumpy shaft. “The first one is for my pussy.”
He picks you up easily in his strong hands and pulls you atop him. You reach down to guide the head of his cock to our swollen folds. Even this aroused, practically dripping with your excitement, you know it is going to be a tight fit. You straddle his wide hips and slowly settle your pussy down onto his tip, teasing him against your slit and opening your folds as you jerk your hips. Premble cradles your ass in his huge hands and watches your breasts heave and bounce.
“Are you ready?” You gasp and bite your lower lip.
“Oh, yes, herald,” moans the ogre. “Please, take cock.”
“Nnnnnnn!” You bite your lip and furrow your brow with effort as you push down and stretch your little pussy onto the ogre’s massive fuckpole. He fills you inch-by-inch as you slide down onto the ogre’s cock, so big inside you that your clutching walls cling to every bump and bulge on his massive member. You rest your hands on the ogre’s belly as you slowly sink down until he is completely inside of you.
“So warm,” moans the ogre.
“So good,” you laugh and begin to ride atop his hard cock. You move slowly at first, acclimating to the immense bulge of Premble’s cock. You roll your hips and ride atop him, gaining speed, your breasts bouncing to match Premble’s jiggling belly. His huge hands squeeze and knead your soft ass, spreading your cheeks and teasing at your tight pucker. Pleasure flutters through you and you gasp, “Ohhhh, yes, I love your big cock.”
Premble lifts his head from the floor and begins kissing and sloppily licking your bouncing breasts. Your tits slap against his face as you ride him faster and faster, accelerating towards a peak of pleasure that arrives with a sharp jolt and a first spasm. You throw your head back, holding Premble's head and smothering him with your tits as you push back hard onto his huge cock.
In that moment, the brute groans loudly, squeezing your ass so tight it hurts a little. You feel his cock throb inside your pussy and the first gush of his cum floods your fertile channel.
“Yes!” You cry. “Yes, breed my human pussy! Fill me with your ogre cum! Avenge your fallen brothers and sisters!”
“Ohhhhhh, herald!” Premble roars against your chest as he pumps his hot ogre seed deep into your clutching channel. At the peak of your pleasure, stuffed full of his spurting cock, you reach a new and even higher peak. Joy washes over you as you realize has seed has found purchase deep within you. The curse of the island works on the willing as well as the unwilling.
Your pussy milks Premble’s cock for every creamy drop of his seed. He moans against your smothering breasts. You laugh with joy. You have been bred by the ogre.
CONTINUE >
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bsp; Repay the ogre with your feet
You are not about to bend over and let this ugly brute shove his cock inside you or get down on your knees and suck his cock like some harlot. You were a huntress and now you are the herald of the Great One. You may not know exactly what that means, but you are fairly certain the Great One doesn’t want his herald groveling to an ogre.
But there are pleasures you can offer this ogre that are still appropriate for your superior station. In fact, they help to underscore your superiority.
“I will pleasure you,” you say, gazing into his black eyes. “With my feet.”
“Your feet?” He looks at you with surprise. “How you do this?”
“You will take off me feet. You will worship my feet, as I am the herald of the Great One.” You take a step closer to the ogre and prod his bulging groin with your fingers. “Then you will lie back and let me stroke your cock with my feet.”
“Stroke cock? Feet?” He growls and furrows his brow as if uncertain. “Okay! I bow before you, herald.”
He gets down on his knees with a grunt of effort. He bows down and kisses your boots. You push him away.
“Not here,” you say. “Give me a proper place to sit and room for you to stretch out upon the floor.”
The ogre brings you into a small room that seems to be a kitchen complete with a clay oven and a crude wooden table and chairs that are a bit too large for a human. You slowly remove your clothing, taking off everything except for your boots and arranging them on the floor. The ogre groans with lust at the sight of your naked body, but he only gets to look at your naked body, not touch it.
You climb up onto one of the chairs, crossing your legs with your feet dangling over the side like you are a child. The ogre grunts and drops to his knees. He puts his hands on your legs and you slap them and push his face away from you with your boot pressing against his forehead.
“Behave yourself,” you say.
“You so pretty, herald, I can’t stop looking,” he says.
“You may look, but if you touch me without my permission, you will be punished.”
“Oh, no, herald, I will be good.” He clasps his hands together and looks down as if ashamed of his behavior. “What I do now?”
You lift one boot and stretch out your leg.
“Remove my boots,” you say sternly.
The ogre fumbles with your laces and the straps at the top and the ankle. You watch patiently as his big, clumsy fingers struggle and finally succeed. He grasps your boot heel and your toe and shucks the high boot off your calf and your foot. He repeats the process with your other foot and you wriggle your toes in your slightly funky smelling socks.
“The sock as well,” you command, rubbing your foot against his face.
He peels the sock off your foot and you let out a soft gasp as the fresh air washes over your damp foot and between your wiggling toes. The ogre repeats the process with your other boot and your other suck. He supports your dainty feet in one big hand.
“Can I kiss feet?” The ogre asks hopefully.
“Mmmmm, I suppose,” you say, toying with your hair as the ogre lifts your feet higher and begins to plant soft kisses over the tops of your feet and down to your toes. “You want to lick them as well, don’t you? Go on then, Premble. Worship my feet properly. Use your tongue.”
Premble moans something that sounds suspiciously like “Yes, mistress” and starts smacking his fat lips all over your feet. His big tongue slides out of his mouth and he laps at your arch, tickling all the way to your heel and around the back. He licks up your ankle, perhaps hoping to go higher, but you push his head back towards your feet. He grunts and begins licking and sucking your toes. He fits all of your toes into his big mouth and slurps at them. His warm spit spills down your foot and drips from your heel. He seems to be in heaven and even spares a hand to stroke the bulge in his trousers.
The ogre moves on to your right foot and you move your freshly-licked foot into his lap. He groans as you begin to massage his cock with your wriggling toes. You manage to stuff your big toe through the laces of his pants and you stroke the hot hardness of his cock. He licks and sucks eagerly at your other foot, his worship becoming sloppier and more enthusiastic the more you massage his cock with your left foot.
“Take it out, big man,” you say, petting him through his trousers with your toes. “I’ll make you cum with just my feet.”
Premble hastens to untie the rope around his waist and unlace his bulging trousers. His cock is enormous, misshapen, and swollen almost to purple at its lopsided tip. Clearly, the perverted ogre has been enjoying slurping on your toes and running his fat tongue under your arches and up your ankles. You shift atop the chair, playing with your breasts as you stretch your legs out and cradle his huge cock with your feet.
“Ohhhhhh, herald,” he groans, lifting his head to watch you manipulate his cock with your feet.
You squeeze him between your arches and his leaking precum, along with his saliva, provide more than ample lubrication as you stroke his shaft. You curl your toes around the bulging head of his cock and wriggle your perfect piggies in his slippery precum. Premble’s tongue hangs out of his mouth as he watches your feet pump up and down his cock. His balls are already tight and getting tighter.
“That’s it,” you giggle, plucking at your nipples and leaning forward in the chair. “Fuck my feet, Premble. Put your filthy cock… yes that’s it! Just between my arches!”
He holds your ankles with his huge hands and fucks between your feet. His thrusts grow more urgent by the moment. You stare in fascination at the purpling mushroom of his huge cockhead. The ogre wheezes, gasps, and lets out a roar of pleasure that echoes through his cave. You feel his cock jerk between your arches and a moment later a geyser of milky spunk erupts from his fat tip. You stroke your feet against his shuddering shaft as hot cum rains down over your toes, onto the tops of your feet, and beneath your arches. He covers your feet and ankles in his slippery seed, spending every drop with ragged thrusts between your feet.
“Oh, what a messy big boy you are,” you chuckle, lifting your cum-dripping feet from his softening cock. “I think you need to clean up the mess you made.”
You move your feet to his face and without hesitation he begins to lick and suck at the creamy mess he has made upon your feet. You giggle and idly play with your clit as the ogre slurps his filthy seed from your toes and licks it from your arches. The warmth of his mouth engulfs each foot in turn and his powerful tongue massages your feet obediently.
“You are far naughtier than I remember,” chuckles your mother within your mind. “The Great One would be pleased at how you demand his respect. These solitary ogres are always so kinky.”
“What exactly does the Great One want me to do?” You ask her with your mind.
“Serve him,” says your mother. “You will understand how soon enough.”
“What is it, herald?” Premble asks, snapping you out of your internal dialogue.
“I need to wash up better than your tongue can offer,” you say. “And my clothes need to dry.”
“Yes,” says Premble as he sits up. “I have bath for you. I dry clothes.”
He grunts and walks you to a warm spring of mineral-rich water. You sink into the steamy water, the tension melting from your muscles. Premble watches for several seconds and you almost invite him to join you, but he walks off mumbling something before you have the chance.
You recline in the pool and play with your clit until you have the satisfaction you craved while you were pleasuring the ogre’s massive cock with your feet. You grind your hand against your clit and pump three fingers in and out of your pussy and, as you are cumming, you hear your mother laughing in your head.
Premble brings you your clothes and once you are clean you get dressed. You find the ogre in the kitchen and he presents you a parcel of salt-dried fish for you to take as a gift.
“How thoughtful,” you say. “The Great One will not forget the way you ho
nor his herald.”
“Thanks,” says the ogre, smiling sweetly. “You honor me with your mouth.”
You lean up on your tiptoes and give him a kiss on the cheek. Premble leads you through a winding tunnel that slopes gradually up to the surface. You arrive at a rocky expanse of open land facing a dead-looking forest.
“Beyond those trees,” says Premble, “is Field of Holes. Beware the Ullek. It eats everything, even heralds.”
Ullek? That triggers a memory, some creature you have researched before, but it was not called an Ullek. Something similar. You thank Premble with a hug around his huge neck and a kiss on the cheek.
“Visit any time, herald,” he says and he gives you a crooked smile.
You set off across the rocky open ground and the dead forest in the distance.
CONTINUE >
Magic
There is no outrunning the massive Wurllmek and certainly no fighting it with a pistol or sword. Your one hope is to stand your ground and use the magic you have spent your lifetime compiling and studying. Your blessing from the Great One has freed you of the morality that constrained your magic before, but even as a good, sweet girl in Akrane, you ventured into the forbidden texts.
You stare up at the many black eyes of the Wurllmek, your loose hair blowing in the wind as you gaze past the dripping mandibles. You can almost feel the creature's simple mind within its head.
"Bow before the herald of the Great One!" You shout.
The creature hisses with anger and snaps its mandibles. It rears up higher as if it intends to strike.
The domination spell is not a complex spell. You doubt your ability to dominate the mind of a human or another spell-caster, but your eyes flash with violet light as you cast the spell at the simple mind of the of the Wurllmek.
"Bow before me!" You shout, your voice amplified by the magic. "Bow before the herald of the Great One!"
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