“Shit!” You cry, fumbling with your pistol and trying to draw your purse of powder charges and bullets. The lead shot slips from your fingers. You look up just in time to see those slavering jaws and the beast’s tongue.
It is all over very quickly. The beast snaps its jaws a few times and tears open your throat. His jaws snap again and again, ripping at your flesh, but the loss of blood has already drained your strength. The pain recedes. Darkness draws tightly around you.
Somewhere, in the distance, you hear your mother’s voice saying, “Stupid girl.”
“Mother?” You call out to her, but you are answered by silence in the endless darkness of death.
Your life and your adventure are at an end.
BAD END
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Save Alyssa
The pleading look on your mother’s face as she desperately clings to the rim of the pit is not enough to make you forget the evil she has perpetrated upon this island. Your heart aches for the woman who raised you, but that woman is long gone. You motion with your hand and focus your magical force on the crumpled, charred succubus hanging on the edge of the pit. You gently grasp her with unseen fingers and lift her into the air.
There is another crack and another massive piece of stonework plunges from the ceiling and into the crumbling floor. The entire temple seems to tilts a few degrees and your mother begins to lose her grip.
She smiles sadly and looks you in the eyes one last time as the stones beneath her huge hands break free. She disappears into the darkness of the pit without a sound. You feel a lurch of emotion, but you remain focused on Alyssa. You carry her gently through the air as you retreat from the massive chamber. The temple begins to collapse in ever-larger chunks, huge cracks opening in the walls and rents appearing in the floor. You lower Alyssa gently into your arms and she lifts her blackened head, showing you the white of her smile and her faintly glowing violet eyes.
“Penelope,” she croaks.
“Shhhhh,” you say, kneeling with her in your arms as the temple continues to shake and fall apart all around you. You lean your face down to hers and murmur, “Kiss me.”
Amid the tumult of the crumbling temple, you kiss the charred lips of the succubus. For a moment, there is nothing but the stickiness of her burned lips and then her hot mouth opens to you and her tongue draws yours into her mouth. Pleasure shoots through your body as Alyssa begins to feed upon your essence. At any moment you might be crushed by falling stones, but you are lost in the thrall of pleasure. Moment by moment, she drinks you in, sending orgasmic thrills through your body and radiating from your lips down to your throbbing clit.
As Alyssa feeds, the blackened flesh flakes from her body and reveals her unblemished pale skin beneath. She more closely resembles the soft beauty before her transformation into a demonic goddess, but the crown does reappear above her head, burning with heatless flames. Your strength wanes in the embrace until you slump into Alyssa’s arms.
The demoness pulls her lips free from yours and you feel yourself being lifted skyward. Her wings beat her sweet scent against your face as you rise through the collapsing columns of the temple to Zhibbareth. It falls in upon itself as, reduced to a pile of black stones and a rising plume of dust and smoke. Alyssa carries you higher, so that you can see the dead city from high above, hundreds of monsters and slaves fleeing from the fallen temple through the ancient streets.
“I will take you back to the Palace of Crimson Silk,” says Alyssa, flying south above the trees.
You smile up at the thought of her warm bed and her soft kiss even as the chill wind whips across your body cradled in her arms. You frown, remembering the man who brought you to the island.
“The southern beaches,” you croak. “A ship brought me to Ctharne. Sailing ship. Called the Zephyr.”
“A ship? Very well,” she says and kisses your forehead. “Rest now, my sweet. It is over. You have triumphed.”
Alyssa’s breasts are so soft. You nuzzle against them and hold as tight as you can to her body as she carries you through the air. Strange creatures are in the distant sky, terrible beasts as big as houses stalking through the fields, but Alyssa stays well clear of both and by dawn you have arrived at the sandy shores of Ctharne’s southern beaches. You can see the Zephyr, white against the blue waters, bobbing gently just offshore at high tide. The sight of the familiar little boat nearly makes you burst into tears.
“There it is,” you cry.
“I see it,” says Alyssa and she bears you lower.
Orsen Castillo and several survivors rescued from the island come out onto the deck and stare upwards in astonishment as the gorgeous succubus descends with you in her arms. Orsen draws his sword and stands uncertainly. Alyssa sets you down gently on boat and you take a shaky step towards Orsen.
“P-Penny?” He lowers his sword. “What is happening? Who… what is this creature?”
“Creature?” Alyssa growls.
“This is Alyssa,” you say. “She has been my companion on the island. She helped me survive, well, everything that has happened in the end here.”
“And what has happened?” Orsen demands, lowering his sword completely. “I saw the smoke rising and we intended to leave if you did not return soon. I was afraid you were dead.”
“No, not dead,” you say and you launch into a short summary of your journey across the island, your meeting with Alyssa, the fight with your mother, and the tragic decision you were forced to make.
“Praise the gods you are here,” says Orsen. “The survivors here with me have found their way to the Zephyr and together we have fought off several attacks by monsters. They have seemed to only grow worse. Just hours before you arrived, a giant, red-eyed insect took a woman off into the jungle.”
You look at the fearful survivors, peeking out from below decks or standing behind Orsen and warily looking at Alyssa. You think about those survivors and the depravity you have witnessed on your journey across Ctharne and you feel a sense of purpose.
“I must remain here,” you say, glancing form Orsen to Alyssa. “I may be the only remaining huntress and it is my duty to remain here and try to free the humans on this island from the onslaught of monsters. Alyssa will aid me.”
“I will?” Alyssa scoffs. “You are dear to me, Penelope, but this place is cursed. There is not point trying to save it. Join me in the abyss, huntress. With your strength and my power you could be my queen. You could be like me.”
“Like you?” You do not understand.
“A succubus,” she says. “There are ways to make it so.”
“You cannot remain on this island,” says Orsen. “Return with me to Heimsvak. Bring your demon friend, if you must. But the king must be warned. We travel to Akrane and tell them of the nightmare that endures on this island.”
You feel as if the only proper way to honor the sacrifices of your sister and your mother would be to remain here and defeat all of the monsters that remain. The thought of joining Alyssa as a succubus is intriguing, but also terrifying. The thought of returning to Akrane, on the other hand, seems comforting, but also weak. How can you slink back to the city with so much horror still lurking on this island?
“You must decide,” says Alyssa. “Before the foul beasts disturbed by the destruction of the temple to the so-called Great One come looking for the woman responsible for its destruction.”
What do you do?
Remain on the island with Alyssa and hunt monsters
Join Alyssa in the Abyss as her queen
Journey with Alyssa and Orsen back to Akrane
Command Alyssa to suck your toes
You step back from her and sit on the edge of Alyssa's massive bed. You lean back, resting your weight on one hand as you lift the other and motion to her with a curled finger. Alyssa crawls towards you as you spread your legs.
"Shall I lick your quim, mistress?" She asks, stroking your legs from your shins, over your knees, and up to your
thighs. You show her your thatched cunt, glistening with your arousal, but then you lift a foot and push her back.
"No, you will suck my toes," you say. "Worship them and suck them. I will touch my quim."
"Oh, yes, of course mistress," she moans, focusing her full attention on your dainty, but road-worn foot. She cradles it in her hands, her fingers caressing your arch as her thumbs stroke the inside of your foot. She leans down, planting more soft, luscious kisses on your toes. You wiggle them against her lips. Her tongue slips out, over your unwashed feet, tasting your toes as if they are sweet fruit dripping with nectar.
"Yes, that's it," you say, slipping your hand between your shapely thighs and watching Alyssa. Seeing the comely succubus subject herself to licking your toes and feet is incredibly arousing. You begin to stroke your aching clit as Alyssa begins to lovingly suck at your toes. She licks them each, her tongue threading between your toes, before sucking one and then two into her mouth at a time. She moves from your smallest toes to your largest, bathing them in her warm saliva, massaging them with her tongue as her fingers massage your foot.
You cry out with pleasure, throwing back your head as you plunge two fingers into your slick pussy and strum your thumb against your clit. Alyssa moans around your toes, bobbing on your large toe before popping her lips free. She kisses your arch and licks your heel. You raise your other foot to her and she begins to worship it just as thoroughly.
The hot pleasure of the submissive demoness moaning, caressing, licking and sucking your feet is driving you to new heights of pleasure. You fuck yourself harder and harder, your breasts shuddering with each vigorous pump of your digits. You buck your hips and lift your head to watch Alyssa seemingly lost in the submissive pleasure of sucking and stroking your feet. You push four toes and then five into her mouth. Her eyes widen as you stretch her lips wide around your dainty toes. You wiggle them in her hot mouth, bucking your hips and fucking yourself.
"Ohhhhhh, yessss," you cry, tossing your hair over your face. Your plump tits bounce with each thrust of your hips. Your pleasure rises in a powerful, orgasmic swell. Alyssa sucks and moans in sympathy. Any experienced whore can fake an orgasm in sex, but you believe she is cumming simply because you are cumming. Her muffled voice rising to a whine of ecstasy as you fuck your clutching pussy with your fingers.
Your thrusts slow and you relax back onto the cushions on the bed. You slowly ease your toes out of her mouth, wiggling them and enjoying the warm slickness of her saliva on your glistening piggies. You slip your fingers out of your pussy and look up at her as you lick them clean of your own juices. You are flushed, breasts heaving with your heavy breathing, but you want more.
Alyssa knows it. She climbs onto the bed beside you, kneeling at a respectful distance and bowing her head in submission. Her tail moves like a snake in the bed, caressing her shapely hip on one side and coiling down her pale, lavender-tinted leg.
"What do you command, mistress?" She asks faintly. "I am here to serve."
What is your new command?
Command Alyssa to lick your pussy
Command Alyssa to eat your ass
Command Alyssa to make you cum with her tail
Leave the armor
You’ve already awakened one dormant evil creature lurking in the wizard’s tower. You are not foolish enough to don this armor. It is probably cursed or possessed by some evil spirit. You toss the velvet cloth back over the breastplate. The armor clanks and shifts under the cloth as if to confirm your suspicion.
“Annoyed you missed out on a meal?” You chuckle. You notice leather straps slithering out from under the cloth like angry serpents and the armor begins to clank ominously. It is probably not wise to taunt this possessed plate mail further. You quickly back out of the room and slam the door.
You depart from the black tower and renew your journey through the twisted landscape of Ctharne. The cloying fog has returned in the weak morning light and each breath of the mist warms your body with perverse desires. You marvel at the difference you feel in each step. You stride more easily and your pack and equipment seem to be little burden. The fear you felt before, as if a monster might leap out at you from behind every rock, has subsided.
More and more, you feel a sense of belonging. This strange island and its master have welcomed you and awakened in you a new sense of purpose. You are still not certain you can trust entirely in the Great One, or your perverse mother, but you have found at least temporary allies in your adventure.
The morning sun rises higher and burns away most of the fog. You pass through sparse woodland scattered with fallen idols to strange and horrific gods. Giant purple beetles, as large as your hands, scuttle among these blasphemous monuments. You recognize a few of the gods depicted by the statues from ancient texts. There is Belorphous, the Walker of Sands, who strode on four incredibly long legs and has a trunk like an elephant that supposedly slurped up the sacrifices left for him by his cults.
Nearby is a statue to Tesha, Mother of Chasms, who wears a robe and has an inviting figure and a kind face. According to myth, when Tesha opened her robe for a man she seduced, she was said to be nothing but a hungry void that devoured the man’s soul. You shiver at the likeness of her carved into the mossy stone. It is so lifelike it seems the artist saw her in person. It feels as if the statues, though crumbling, might spring to life. Strangely, this does not make you afraid.
The statues do not awaken and you pass among them without incident. Soon, you hear the rush of water, and you arrive at a rain-swollen river that has overflowed its banks and apparently washed out an ancient stone bridge. The water is far too turbulent to try to cross here, so you follow the river for a while until you arrive at a waterfall. The floodwaters form a huge, thundering waterfall, but as you descend to the basin formed beneath the waterfall, you see a narrow, rocky path behind the waterfall.
Before your depraved meeting with the beast in your dream you would never even consider this path. It is slick with spray and no wider than a plank of wood. One false step and you will plunge into the churning water beneath the waterfall and probably drown. But you are no longer afraid of a false step. You begin the crossing, your feet sure on the slippery stones. There are a few perilous moments, but you steady yourself with one hand on the rocks behind the fall. The roar of the water only inches from you is nearly deafening, but the spray of cool water that soaks your clothing is almost bracing.
You reach the midway point of the crossing and realize there is a cave behind the waterfall. You step inside, the roar of the falls echoing within the space. A faint torch glows in the darkness and by its light you see a very large and very ugly man. No, too large and too ugly to be merely a man, this pale, blubbery creature with the huge nose and tiny black eyes is an ogre.
“He will recognize your power,” says your mother, startling you as her soft voice is clear despite the nearby rumble of the falls.
“What does that mean?” You ask in your mind.
You feel the tattoo pulse above your pussy and the ogre looks up from darning a huge, ugly sock. He turns his head slowly in your direction and his crude brow rises in surprise.
“You are no longer a huntress, Penny,” says your mother as you look into the ogre’s beady eyes. “You are a herald of the Great One. You can control this simple beast with your sexual prowess. You can even control your fertility with the power of the Great One, but if you submit your womb to this creature, the curse of the island will still take hold. Your journey will end, but there is no shame in becoming a mother of monsters. We must repopulate their ranks.”
You feel the truth in your mother’s words. Your family has done so many terrible things to the monsters. Your body is hot with desire and you can picture a hundred lewd ways you might couple with this ugly brute. Your heart beasts faster, your breasts heave beneath your waterlogged bodice, and your marked pussy throbs eagerly with desire.
“You must choose your next move’s wisely,” continues your mother.
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“What if I don't want to fuck him?” You ask.
She chuckles, perhaps sensing your growing arousal, but offers, “Then you will need to convince him to take ‘no’ for an answer.”
The ogre rises slowly from its seat beneath the torch. It steps towards you with a curious look on its face and stands blocking the way deeper into the cave. It is more than twice as wide as you at the shoulders and half again as tall. Its flabby body is damp and almost pink in color, its bulging arms and legs covered in surprisingly elegant tattoos made with blue ink. It wears rough trousers tied with a rope and a single sock.
It looks at you expectantly, as if uncertain whether it should address you or not.
What do you do?
Submit
Transact
Dominate
Breed
Withhold
Take your opportunity to escape
Though the monstrous beauty and the strangely appealing musk of the bee queen may be enticing, you cannot succumb to perverse desires to fondle and kiss her. This might be your only chance to escape and queen insects are nothing to be trifled with.
You recall one poor huntress who once succumbed to the charms of an ant queen. She lived out her lifetime in the royal chamber of the queen, growing fat and birthing out a steady stream of ants. Her record of her imprisonment was only recovered and published when a group of clerics and knights raided the mountain inhabited by the ant and cleared them out with fire and ancient magic.
No, that will not be you, turning into a plump breeder for even this beautiful creature! You sling your pack to both shoulders and begin a careful climb up the queen’s empty honeycomb. The scent of her musk fades as you gain distance and you come out of your nearly feverish lust. You realize how close you came to a very foolish mistake.
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