Once she has finally finished, you lick her cock clean and she slips her deflating glans from between your juicy lips. You slip your fingers out of your pussy and Alyssa help you to your feet.
"Don't you look adorable with my cum dripping from your chin," laughs Alyssa and she licks up the strands of cum on your chin and forces them, along with her tongue, into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, still trying to catch your breath, but eager to share the embrace with the lovely demoness. You feel her devouring a tiny bit of your essence. Perhaps just enough to cover the power she exerted to heal her injury. She finally breaks the kiss with a sigh of satisfaction. "Very well, Penelope. You are forgiven."
"Th-thank you," you say, steadying yourself with a hand from Alyssa. "It was a mistake to leave you behind like that. I hope... I hope this repays you for my mistake."
"For now," says Alyssa and she gives your ass a squeeze beneath your skirt. "Perhaps I will come up with some other way as our journey continues."
"We had best be on our way," you say, straightening up your clothes and picking up your pack and weapons. "While there is still daylight."
"Of course," says Alyssa, clothing her body once more in her traveling attire by simply summoning the outfit from wisps of smoke. The succubus, now concealing most of her demonic aspect, takes your arm in hers as you resume your walk down the path through the forest.
“You are disgusting,” mutters your mother’s voice in your head. “I could feel her drinking your life force too. Soon enough, she may decide to eat you all up, Penny, and I won't be there to stop her.”
Your mother’s dark prediction lingers in your mind. Alyssa leans against you, even taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. Her scent is intoxicating. Can you really trust her?
Despite your misgivings, you feel a swell of affection for the demoness, enough to almost forget your concerns about the path your soul has taken on your journey to Rhilath.
Ahead, you see the road leading out of the darkness of the forest becomes a paved road through an open field. The sinister towers of Rhilath rise in the hazy distance.
You are almost there…
CONTINUE >
Repay the ogre with your mouth
Squeezing Premble’s huge cock through his trousers has your mouth watering and you find yourself hungry for a hot load of ogre cum. The thought of getting your mouth around this bulging tip you feel through his trousers has your face flushed and your pussy slick with arousal.
“How would you like the herald,” you say sweetly, “to wrap her lips around this big cock? Do you have a big load for me, Premble?”
“Oh, herald,” he groans with surprise and a silly grin spreads across his lopsided face. “You honor me with offer. Yes! Repay with mouth! Very good deal!”
He takes your hand and practically yanks you off your feet as he leads you deeper into his cave. He brings you to a room that resembles a crude kitchen with a clay oven, iron pots and pans, and even a crude wooden table and chairs. The ogre flops down into one of the chairs. He is still slightly taller than you sitting down and he stares at you with his beady black eyes as he unties the rope that serves as his belt.
Your breath catches in your throat as he opens his trousers and his fat, misshapen cock flops across his thigh. It’s huge and pink, bulging on one side and tapered on the other, with a fat drop of oily precum already gathering at his cockslit. His bollocks are enormous and he is hairless, making his lumpy pink cock seem even bigger.
“You like?” Grunts the ogre, slowly stroking his massive manhood to a full erection.
“It’s huge,” you gasp. “I hope it will fit in my mouth.”
“You always did have an oral fixation,” says your mother, her voice intruding into your thoughts. “Even as a tot, I had to hire a wet nurse for you because you were sucking me dry. Then it was always another dessert. Looks like you still have that taste for cream.”
“Oh, yes, well…” It’s hard to think while staring at the ogre’s huge and beautifully ugly cock. Your face flushes at your mother’s lewd words. But you won’t be deterred by her teasing. You reply mentally, “That’s right, mother. I am going to drain those huge ogre balls of all his cum.”
“Of course you are,” chuckles your mother. “Don’t miss a drop, Penny. I expect a herald of the Great One to always finish what she started.”
The ogre grunts expectantly, reminding you that you are just staring at him with a stupid smile on your face while carrying on a mental conversation with your mother. You try to put her out of your thoughts and you begin to undress.
Premble watches as you remove your backpack, drop your weapons to the floor, and begin to undress from your wet clothes. The ogre leans forward in his seat, his huge hand fondling his swelling cock as he watched you strip off your wet bodice and remove your soaking bra. He lets out a groan as you reveal your pale breasts and cold-stiffened pink nipples. You slip out of your wet skirt and roll your panties down the gooseflesh on your thighs. You shudder as you expose the small tuft of chestnut hair and the pulsing rune that marks you as a servant of the Great One.
Your face is hot with desire. You gaze into Premble’s beady eyes and run your hands from your ample breasts to your shapely hips. You run your tongue around your full, soft lips to wet them. You can already imagine what that hot, reddening ogre cock is going to taste like.
“Warn me before you cum,” you say, seriously. “I don’t want to choke to death on your seed.”
“I warn beautiful herald,” says Premble with a stupid grin on his face. He relinquishes his cock to your soft hands and groans with pleasure as you begin to stroke him. You sink down to your knees, dragging the soft mounds of your breasts over the ogre’s drooling cock. His musky precum smears across your creamy breasts. You squeeze him briefly between your tits, eliciting another groan from the brute, but you are eager to taste him.
“Ohhh,” you moan, your heart beating and your lust out of control as you stroke both hands from the root to the tip of his cock. You lean down, looking up past his big, tattooed belly as you slowly run your tongue around the slimy head of his cock. The salty-sweet taste of his precum coats your tongue as you lap at his huge cockhead. You stroke one hand up and down his massive member and use the other to fondle his balls.
Fitting Premble’s huge cock in your mouth is difficult, but you stretch your lips around him and engulf that huge tip. The ogre groans loudly with pleasure, his belly shuddering as he reaches a hand down to you and strokes your head. You suck him as best you can with your lips stretched and tongue wiggling beneath his cock. You take no more than a third of his length into your mouth before it feels as if your jaw will surely dislocate. The discomfort of trying to suck the ogre’s enormous cock is offset by the heat of your desire. You slurp and drool on his cock, you bob up and down on as much as you can awkwardly cram between your lips, and you massage him with your eager tongue.
“Herald,” he moans. “Oh, herald. So good. You make me… cum… very soon.”
“Mmmmmmmm,” you moan around him. You decide in that moment you must have his seed in your mouth.
“Yes, naughty girl,” chuckles your mother. “Drink his cum like a whore. The Great One is pleased by your display. I am proud. Suck the ogre’s warm stew from those enormous bollocks.”
“Mmmmmmm!” You cry around him, bobbing up and down, suckling eagerly at his tip and working both hands on his shaft.
“Heraaaaaald!” Premble roars with pleasure.
You cry out in a muffled moan around his cock. The ogre’s enormous member jerks mightily in your hands and throbs inside your mouth. A fat stream of hot ogre spunk gushes against your throat. You swallow as your mouth is flooded to overflowing in a single gargantuan spurt. You gulp his thick cum as he fires into your throat again and again. The pungent, salty flavor nearly gags you as you swallow again and again. You are totally unable to keep up with Premble’s flow and his spunk pours down your chin and covers your heaving breasts.
“Good girl,” laughs your mother. “Lick him clean, Penny. Oh, you are such a delightful slut these days!”
“Oh, yes,” you gasp, pulling off Premble’s cock. “It’s so much.”
“Herald,” moans the ogre, gasping for breath as he watches you cleaning his cock with your tongue. You lap up his salty spunk and suck droplets that have fallen on his thighs, bollocks, and from your own breasts. You scoop up more of his cum, your belly churning with all that semen. You lick the droplets from his belly and from your hair. You are still a mess.
“Um, is there somewhere I could clean up?” You ask Premble.
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 sucking the ogre’s massive cock. 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 honor 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 >
The golden toy ending
Dellana examines the golden statue with a critical eye. Her fine gown bares her shoulders, the fabric wrapping around her generous bust, draping her statuesque figure in folds of silk and frills. Her hair was done up in a bun, her ruby lips pursed as she scrutinized the statue.
It had been deposited in her bedroom. The wide chamber overlooking the busy streets of Ballinghast. The repairs were still ongoing after defeating the most recent invasion from the sea. She holds a riding crop, tapping the tip against her thigh.
“What are those characters?”
The merchant looks up. “Milady?”
“These.” With the riding crop she points out the letters engraved along the statue’s hairless mons. “What are they?”
“Oh! Of course!” The merchant wrings his hands hastily. “You see my lady. So the legend tells, to speak those words is to give the figure life anew. They-“
“I am not unversed in the old tales,” the noblewoman says.
The merchant cringes. “Of course, lady Dellana.”
She purses her lips, circling the idol. Her eyes linger on the heavy breasts thrust outward as if begging to be handled. The wide hips and perfectly formed cheeks of the ass. The face, thrown back, gilded hair spilling over golden shoulders, frozen in an expression of pure bliss.
Dellana pauses again before the statue. She flicks her hand at the merchant. “I’ll take it.”
The merchant is relieved. The price is steep but she pays without a second thought. The man tells tales of the statue to try and raise the price. How the statue was stolen in the early days of the great war. Seized from the island during one of the many attempts to defeat the monstrous hordes. How it had passed from the hands of pirates to cultists, finally to his. She dismisses him, bored of his talk.
That night she enters her bedroom. The curtains are drawn but the golden statue seems to glow where it crouches on the floor. Dellana looks long at it, and her tongue slips along her lips in desire. She easily unclips her gown, shedding it to bare her body to the moonlight. Not young, but far from old. She has maintained a tight figure, her skin like cream and her breasts full and heavy. Shedding her undergarments bares her shaved mons and puffy folds.
Naked, she fetches a bottle from a dresser and opens it. She pours oil out, rubbing it into her skin. Once her flesh glows with the oil, covering her every inch, she approaches at last the statue.
Crouching over it, the noblewoman, utterly naked, dripping with oil, begins to rub herself upon the golden figure.
“Ithana Darith Alathamar,” she husks, coating the golden figure in the oil. “Ist Dith’Atar, salan.”
As Dellana coos the words, coating the statue in oil, she feels a touch upon her back. She stiffens, but as the questing fingers slide down her body, sliding over her hips and the curve of her ass, she relaxes and continues her work.
You come slowly out of your stasis. You don’t hesitate a moment before tenderly stroking the pliant flesh of the noblewoman pressing against you. She is not the first to wake you.
“Yes,” Dellana hisses as your golden touch strokes the area around her cunt. Slipping gently into her folds. “Just like that.”
You do not answer. Cannot. You are a mere automaton. A thing of gold and magic. Your purpose is to serve. You lean forward out of your thrusting stance. Your golden skin warms beneath the oil, its golden sheen glowing beneath the magic of your activation.
Dellana leans back, drawing out of your fingers. She sits on the richly appointed bed and spreads her legs, baring her drooling cunt. “Lick me.”
You crawl to her and your tongue passes your gilded lips, stroking the noblewoman’s dewy folds eagerly. She gasps, groaning and crushing one of her breasts as you tongue her slit.
“Yess,” she hisses, the guise of the pert madam dropping away as she relishes your attention. “Just like that. Worth every penny.”
You glow deeper beneath her praise. You have no desire but to serve. Trapped within your fleshy prison, you lavish attention upon her cunt. Never stopping, even when her thighs tighten about your head, her moaning deepening as she cums.
“Speak, thing,” she commands one she regains her voice. “Praise me.”
“Mistress,” you say, your voice smooth as silver and heavy with desire. “Your beauty outshines the sun. More glorious than a goddess and fairer than any maid. It is an honor to do you homage.”
“Mmm.” Dellana smirks wryly. “You are the perfect toy. But I have many others.”
The noblewoman stretches forth a hand and open a drawer, drawing forth the rubber phallus of a strap on. She casts it down to you, and you tenderly attach it to her pelvis.
You reverse positions, you on the bed, her leaning over you. Your golden flesh is pliant beneath the oil, and she hilts her strap on inside you with ease. She fucks you slowly, drawing in and out. You moan obediently as her pelvis strikes your golden hips.
“Just a toy,” Dellana sighs as she leans over your glittering body. “What were you before I wonder? Matters not. You’re mine. Aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Who am I?”
“Mistress.”
“What are you?”
“Your toy,” you gasp.
“Damn right.”
You cum about her cock several times. She does as well, seeing your glittering form seize in ecstasy as she drives deep inside you.
She spends much of the night enjoying her new possession. You submit to her every desire, a mere tool for her pleasure. You lick and kiss her feet with your golden lips. She lashes your breasts with a whip and milks your cunt, fingering you and gathering your dribbling juices into a small bowl, then drinks it delicately from a tea cup while a hesitant footman fucks you before her.
Finally, as morning dawns, you feel the magic begin to fade. Dellana reclines on the bed, watching with fascination as your body stretches back, folding into the same position as when you woke, breasts thrust out, head and shoulders thrown back.
Dellana puts down her cup and smiles in satisfaction at your frozen figure of feminine bliss. Sunlight gleams off the remnants of oils and her own juices.
“A most satisfactory purchase,” she muses, her mind already turning to future amusements.
BAD END
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The Deep One’s Sacrifice
The drums thud through your head like hammer blows. Your body shudders, jarred by their reverberations. You come to yourself slowly, blinking and squinting at the scene. Lights flicker and sway before your eyes in ribbons of reds and oranges, coalescing after a moment into the forms of waving torches.
You’re in the bowl of a crevice which narrows at one end. Tall cliffs rear above you and before you rests a low grotto. A ruined ship rammed betwixt the cliffs rears up as if cresting some final wave, its prow burst open to reveal a black interior where witch lights dance in glowing green spheres over black and tepid waters. The night air is warm, a fact you are acutely aware of, for your jacket is open, baring your naked chest.
You hear a groan and look aside to see Kara not far. Like you, her clothes are open, baring her more modest breasts and toned figure to the night. Your sister crouches on her knees, her arms stretched above her head and tied with ropes of seaweed to a tall, smooth pole driven into the loamy soil. With a start you realize you rest in the same position, your arms stretched above you and to a smoothed wooden stake.
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