“Ohhhh, yes, it’s so good,” you cry, jerking your hips and fucking against his fingers.
You huge his enormous cock against your body. Even though you are taller than him it almost reaches from your waist up to your breasts. You only need to lean into him a little to drag the soft weight of your gargantuan tits across the leaking head of the horned goat’s cock. You rub your mounds back and forth against his cock as you stroke him and smear his juices all over your soft flesh. The strong musk of his leaking honey inflames your lust further.
“Suck it,” he moans. “Suck my cock like a good wife.”
“Of course, my sweet,” you giggle as you drop to your knees and crush a fallen pew beneath your weight. You press your face against the underside of his cock and kiss his hot shaft. You run your tongue up to his tip, around its glistening head, and taste the sweet nectar leaking from his beastly prick.
You gaze up at him lustily as you take him into your mouth. You suck hard enough to hollow your cheeks as you slide his cock deeper and deeper. It is no wider than your thumb, but much longer. You take it as far as you can and then slide back to his tip. His musky aroma excites you further. Your begin to eagerly bob your head up and down on his cock, faster and faster, only taking him out of your mouth to swirl your tongue around his tip again.
“So warm and wet,” he moans, dropping a hand to the top of your head.
With a thrill of excitement you moan, “I want you to cum in my mouth.”
“Your mouth?” He groans. “Yes, there is always… ahhhh… more to make our babies.”
“Mmmmhmmmm,” you agree, slurping up and down his comparatively slender length and reaching lower to fondle his tightening, furry bullocks.
“Ahhhhh, yes, what a good… queen… you will be!” His cock jerks between your lips and your mouth is flooded with his hot cum. You swallow with each pulsing pump of spunk, moaning again at the delicious broth of his loins. You slurp out every drop and his cock barely flags at all.
A bit more stroking and sucking is all it takes to coax the virile goat back to full hardness. You massage his length between your breasts before guiding him onto his back. You climb atop his furry carriage and guide his hardness to your soaking slit. Your swollen lips yield to his hard length and you cry out with lust as he slides easily into your hot channel.
“What a sight,” he moans as you bounce atop him, your huge breasts slapping up and down with your vigorous ride. Your ass bounces atop him and your raunchy cunt easily slips up and down his rigid member. His hands grip your hips, guiding you faster and faster as your pleasure builds.
“Ahhhh, yes!” You throw back your head and grind your pussy down onto his cock again and again. The tension of the pleasure flutters inside you, reaching a sudden, climactic release. Your juices pour out, spilling over his bollocks and onto the floor beneath him. Even as you slow your ride atop his magnificent cock, you feel his cock swelling inside you.
“My seed is churning,” he groans. “Are you ready… to become my queen?”
“YES!” You cry, leaning down to him and kissing his bestial snout. Your tongues swirl together as his cock erupts deep inside you. The moment his hot seed baptizes your womb, the curse of the island takes hold. Your fertile cunt is bred by the goat and love for him follows in a warm wave. A pleasure greater than your orgasm suffuses your body. It is the contentment of knowing your purpose.
As your fluttering pussy milks his cock dry, you know you have become the goat’s queen.
CONTINUE >
Attack
You draw both of your pistols and fire them at the hideous face of the worm. Despite the loud report and the gusts of smoke, the huge Wurllmek hardly seems to notice. Kara lets out a war cry beside you and leaps into the air to strike at the head of the creature. The worm jerks its head back, opens its mandibles even wider, and catches Kara like a tossed morsel of food.
"No!" You cry as your sister disappears down the gullet of the massive monster.
Tears sting your eyes as you draw your kirana. You give a hoarse shout and charge at the Wurllmek. Even with your enhanced strength, you cannot perform an acrobatic leap like your sister, but maybe you can still save her! You charge straight into the jaws of the beast, swinging your sword wildly.
The blade hacks into the inner mouth of the creature as its mandibles slam shut behind you. Rings of muscles as big as wagon wheels contract around you, squeezing you painfully, dragging your sword from your grasp, crushing your alchemy pack, and drawing you into the hot, stinking gullet of the beast.
You descend into the channel of heaving flesh, pushed along by more rings of squeezing muscles until you collide with your sister. You can tell she is injured, but you cannot see how badly in the darkened gullet of the Wurllmek. Your hands are pinned against your sides and you cannot even conjure a simple light spell.
"It will be alright," you gasp to Kara. "We'll think of... think of something. Some way out."
She weakly grasps at your jacket, her fingers slippery with the slime that coats the gullet of the massive worm.
There is no way out of the Wurllmek. You and Kara sink deeper and deeper into its fetid innards, your clothes softening and dissolving and your bodies burning with pleasure and pain as you writhe in the maddening digestive juices. You are intoxicated and burned by the enzymes that bathe your flesh. Your bodies are molested by various cruel tendrils within the belly of the beast. Sometimes you drift off to sleep, only to awaken to the madness of your horrifying fate once more. Finally, mercifully, darkness closes in around you for good.
Your adventure had come to an end in the belly of a terrifying beast. All that remains of you and Kara are a few slime-covered bones and bits of metal on the rim of one of the holes.
BAD END
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Memories of your mother and your sister Kara flash through your mind, stronger than any desires that urge you to remain. You push Yana and Isala away from you and they cry out in despair.
“I must go,” you say firmly.
“Please, no, mistress!” They both cry and they cling to your body, pulling at your clothes and trying to kiss you. Yana whines, “We have only begun to show you the pleasures to be found.”
“Stay another day,” entices Isala. “Any fantasy you have will come true.”
“Fantasies are lived by those without responsibility,” you say, shoving them both roughly away. You start towards the door. They begin to grab at you again. You shout, “Stay back, both of you!”
They obey, bowing their heads as tears fall from their eyes to the dusty floor. You feel a pang of sadness that you must disappoint these two lovely girls. You give them each a kiss on the top of their head and you depart through the door.
You step through the door and right back into the wizard’s tower. You look behind you and the door is gone. Nor do you find any trace of the djinn that you unwittingly summoned. It would seem he departed while you were away at the palace of pleasure. You are relieved, seeing as how the djinn was a rather unpleasant creature.
The ancient laboratory of the wizard yields nothing else of interest, so you ascend the staircase searching for anything else that might aid you in your quest. You are completely exhausted from your affairs in the palace of pleasure and you can barely climb the rickety stairs. You are panting and bent over with effort by the time you reach the top floor of the tower.
Starlight spills through the window. There is a brass spyglass on a tripod and a dusty, but otherwise very appealing bed of feathers cushions and heavy blanks. There is a bit of a chill in the room and it burrows right to your weary bones. You must get some rest if you are to continue your journey. You move a bookcase to barricade the door and you climb into the dusty bed.
You resolve to continue your journey at first light. Almost at once, you are asleep and completely unprepared for the strange dream that awaits you.
CONTINUE >
Parle
y
“No,” you say firmly to this imposter. “You cannot have my sister. That does not mean we need to resort to violence. Release her to me.”
“Release her?” The imposter scoffs in Kara’s voice. “Why would I do that?”
“Because if you do not,” you tap your knuckle on the nearest mirror, “I will smash every single one of these mirrors.”
She fails to hide her fear at the threat. Good, you weren’t certain it would work, but clearly this thing wearing Kara’s face does not want the mirrors damaged. Anger creeps into her expression and she growls, “I would kill you before you smashed more than one mirror.”
“I doubt that, but perhaps. Wouldn’t it be easier to give her up to me?” You run your hand over the nearest mirror. “No broken mirrors. You could just let us go and we would never trouble you again.”
Her lips tighten into a thin smile. “Easier, perhaps. Less messy, to be certain. But I want something from this deal, Penelope.”
“What’s that?”
“Well,” she prowls closer and plays with her collar, “I am always amused by you humans and your strange morality. For example, among doppelkin, there is nothing to keep a sister and brother from pleasuring one another. You humans find the very thought so offensive your pathetic religions prohibit even speaking of it and yet many of your kind indulge in the behavior you find so perverse. Fathers fucking daughters, sisters fucking brothers and perhaps sisters fucking sisters, eh Penelope?”
You had come to suspect that she was a doppelganger and she has confirmed it. The mirrors seem to be tied in with her ability to duplicate the memories of a victim, making her impersonations more than simply physical mimicry.
“Get to the point,” you say, resting your hands on your pistols.
“The point is, dear sister, I want to bed you. As your sister.”
“I cannot do that,” you laugh. “An absurd suggestion.”
“Is it now? You know I am not your sister and yet you resist. I want to know you, dear Penelope, and hear your cries of pleasure in my bed. The simple kinship of one sister with another. And yet you would rather resort to violence? You would rather perish to prove your virtue?”
You tremble at the thought of this imposter touching you and kissing you with lust in her golden eyes. You imagine her hands upon your body and her cruel tongue delving into your aching quim. Such thoughts are all the more humiliating for the arousal you feel. Some part of you craves to experience such a profound taboo.
“I cannot,” you murmur, looking away from her. “You ask too much, doppelganger.”
“Kara,” she purrs. “Call me Kara, please, Penelope. Take my hand and come with me up to my warm bed by a roaring fire. You will know, once and for all, what it is like to be with her sister.”
You manage to make eye contact with her again and see her golden eyes blazing with amused lust. A smile curls her scarred lips.
“I won’t tell her if you don’t,” she giggles.
The idea is perverse. You have not been close to your sister for years, but you adored her growing up. You idolized her. But to save her and prevent further bloodshed… could you really do something so perverse? Your heart beats faster as you consider the possibility.
What do you do?
Refuse her offer and use magic to slay this imposter
Reluctantly accept her offer
Eagerly embrace this twisted opportunity
Command Alyssa to make you cum with her tail
Every part of Alyssa oozes with erotic malevolence, including her tail flicking at her thigh and its fat, fleshy spade tip teasing against her foot. You know from your research on succubae that they are experts in using every possible method to bring pleasure. Could her tail hide some additional secret? You can think of a few ways it might bring you pleasure and you decide you want to know the truth.
“Pleasure me with your tail,” you command. “Show me what that lovely demonic body can do.”
“Oh, my tail?” It flicks into her cupped hands and she strokes it like a pet snake. “I think you will enjoy it.”
Her tail suddenly lashes out, wrapping around your neck and pulling you close to her. You gasp in surprise and she kisses you. Her warm lips and thrusting tongue alleviate your momentary fear. Her tail unwinds from your neck and her tongue and luscious lips hold your complete attention. It is several seconds before you feel her tail coiling around your thigh. The fleshy, spade-shaped tip teases against your tender, slippery folds.
“Ohhhhhh,” you gasp, as the spade of hot demonic flesh gently opens your aching pussy.
"Are you ready, my sweet?" She purrs, her lips against your ear and her hot body pressed to yours. Her tail flicks back and forth along the length of your opening, gently opening your folds with each stroke.
"Yes, fuck me," you moan, throwing back your head and submitting to desire. "Fuck me, Alyssa. I command ittttt."
"Mmmmmm, yes, of course," she pauses for a moment before adding, "Mistress."
Her tail thrusts forcefully into your steamy channel, the wings of the spade folding within your tight pussy as her tail drives deep inside you. The strength of her tail is clear. It pushes to your limit, caressing your inner walls and tickling against your womb. You are left breathless by the first stroke and the pleasure is only just beginning. You fall back onto the bed, thighs wide apart, fingers twisting into the silky sheets. Alyssa kneels between your legs, her tail curling between her thighs and against her own quim as the muscular purple appendage pumps in and out of your hungry sex.
"Fuck meeee," you cry, tears of pleasure falling from your eyes as your first orgasmic spasms wrack your body. Your breasts jiggle with each stroke and your inner walls clutch at Alyssa's thrusting tail. She takes hold of your legs and pushes them upwards so that she can thrust ever deeper into your pussy. Her tail moves with serpentine rolls and twists, touching places inside you that no finger or man has ever found before.
The ecstasy only grows as she pushes your legs back and drives her weight atop you. She leans down, her eyes flashing with violet power, her tongue teasing at the lips of your moaning mouth. You lift your head, kissing her, sucking her tongue into your mouth. You need it, you need all of her, you cry with absolute abandon and buck against her as that powerful tail, that incredible mysterious organ, drives orgasm after orgasm into your body.
You are exhausted by the pleasure that wracks your body, left whimpering and twitching in the aftermath, yet Alyssa's tail is not done. She slips it from your dripping cunt and it rises before her like a charmed snake. She lovingly licks your juices from the tip and then, before your eyes, that tip becomes a bulb, like a small pot of flesh open at one end. The rim of this open vessel resembles a lip, wet with its own lubrication.
"Are you ready for more, my sweet?"
"No," you gasp, but it is a lie and you cry out, "Yes! Show me!"
The tail dives between your legs and the open vessel presses atop your cunt. With a lewd slurp, this opening latches to your pussy, sucking at your tender folds and, more importantly, the throbbing bud of your clit. You scream with surprised pleasure and she kisses you to silence, driving her tongue into your mouth as her tail rhythmically sucks at your quim. A new series of explosive orgasms rock your body, each neat and tidy, thanks to the tail drinking your copious cum as it drools from your pussy.
You cum again and again, your body trembling and your face hot and drenched in sweat. She exhausts you of every pleasure and you collapse beneath her, unable to do much more than groan with contentment. There is a soft "pop" as her tail releases its suction on your pussy. Your sex is swollen and enlarged by the pressure.
"It will return to normal quickly," she giggles, giving your throbbing folds a stroke of her fingers. "I use my tail to pleasure men as well. They spill so much seed it is unbelievable, but my tail will suck it all out of them."
Her tail transforms back into its previous spade shape. She giggles and runs her tongue around its tip. You sit up weakly, tryin
g to catch your breath.
"Are you satisfied?" She asks.
"Yes," you whimper. "Oh, yes, I cannot stand anymore."
"Mmmmm, then it is time to pay the price, Penelope," she murmurs, a hungry look in her violet eyes.
You nod faintly. You know you cannot deny her what you owe.
CONTINUE >
Awakening in the tower
You sit up bolt upright in the wizard’s bed, your body drenched in sweat, your heart pounding, and your breasts heaving as your gasp as if you have been exerting yourself. Your pussy is throbbing and you can feel that your juices have soaked through your underwear. The dream was so real and now your body feels strange. There is an odd tightness to your skin above your slick pussy.
Your hands tremble as you slowly slide your panties down your sweat-damp thighs and expose your chestnut-tufted mound. The amount of hair on your quim has been somehow lessened so that only the tiniest poof of brown remains above your glistening folds.
That is hardly a concern as you stare in disbelief at the strange symbol that has manifested on your pubic mound. You are uncertain of the language, but it is old, perhaps even pre-dating Xumerian. The curlicue shape resembles half a windmill and a serpent and it glows with faint magical energy. The glow brightens, dims, brightens, and dims again, pulsing with pink light to match the throb of your lingering desire.
You run your finger over the symbol and you can feel the tingle of power beneath your fingertips and a slight rise in your flesh, as if from a scar that is freshly healed. You trace the shape with your fingertips.
“You are blessed.”
The voice is your mother’s and it seems to come from all around you and nowhere at all. You search the empty room. Your mother laughs lightly, the sound seeming to drift around the bedroom like a breeze.
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