The Wurllmek hisses and opens its mandibles wider. Foul-smelling slime splashes against your shoulder.
“I must cross your domain! Bow before me, worm, and I might—“
The enormous Wurllmek lunges at you and your words are lost in the hissing sound of the Wurllmek as you realize what a terrible mistake you have made. You stare up into that yawning, wet, pink entrance lined with so many teeth as it falls upon you.
You should have heeded that slime-covered medallion you found. Whoever came here before trying to contact the Wurllmek suffered a grisly fate. A grisly fate that you are about to suffer. You can't talk to something like this.
The huge mandibles slam closed, skewering you on the Wurllmek's chitinous jaws. You try to breathe and you can't. The Wurllmek draws you into its toothy mouth and you disappear into darkness and agony. The last thing you hear, other than the gurgling gullet of the worm, is your mother’s disappointed murmur echoing in your mind as the burning slime and crushing walls of the Wurllmek’s guts claim your life.
You have fallen into the jaws of a terrifying monster and perished. Your adventure is at an end.
BAD END
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Enjoy one of the female slaves
“After seeing the brutes that inhabit this island, I think I would prefer a softer touch.” Your gaze wanders from the chiseled muscles of the bird-headed male slaves to the powdered loveliness of the female slaves in their enticing lingerie. The women smile at you and strike erotic poses to show off their greatest assets.
“I understand completely,” says Alyssa, stepping beside you and sliding her arm across your shoulders. You feel pleasant, electric warmth where the skin of her arm touches the back of your neck. Her spicy, delicate scent fills your nostrils. “Any one of my girls would be happy to service your every desire, herald.”
You look them over more carefully, impressed in different ways by every woman. Your gaze settles upon a pale-skinned girl with coppery red hair pulled back in a lovely braid. Her blue eyes are glassy, but beautiful, and her smile and confident pose remind you of your roommate, Velora. She is not quite as voluptuous as Velora and a fair bit shorter, but her body is wonderful and her delicate features seem almost elfin. She even has a beauty mark beside her upper lip that reminds you of Velora’s dark spot.
“Ah, this is Quynn,” says Alyssa. “One of my favorites. She will take very good care of you.”
“I think I would like that,” you say and take Quynn’s delicate hand.
“This way,” says the coppery-haired beauty. “I will take you to my room.”
Her voice is soft and girlish, but there is something distant about it as well, like someone speaking to you in a dream. You put such thoughts aside and follow her beneath the arch and through the curtain of crimson silk. You follow Quynn down the darker hallway beyond and to a small door that is decorated with painted flowers.
The young woman opens the door and you are shocked to see a warm, daylight room with stone walls and a window that looks out upon flowery meadows and a meandering stream. The warm sunlight forms an elongated rectangle that reaches across the wolf pelt upon the floor and up the side of the four-poster bed. You follow Quynn into the room and the door closes softly behind you. Even the scent from before is gone.
“What is this place?” You ask, shrugging out of your backpack and letting it drop to the floor. Quynn takes your jacket and drapes it over the back of a small, sturdy chair.
“My room,” says Quynn. “My home.”
“Out there?” You say, approaching the window and looking out at butterflies dancing among the flowers and a family of deer drinking from the stream. “How is this possible?”
“Anything you desire is possible in the Palace of Crimson Silk.” Quynn approaches you from behind, pressing her soft bosom against your back and wrapping her arms around you just beneath your breasts. She is too short to look over your shoulder, but she leans her cheek against your back. You feel her voice vibrating as she asks, “What do you desire, Penelope?”
“This,” you decide, gazing out at the serene meadow. “You are what I desire, Quynn.”
You turn and pull her into your arms, feeling big and powerful compared to her petite size. Her kiss is soft, her lips brushing yours like the petals of a rose. You press back against her, slipping your tongue into the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue moves against yours and her hands unbuckle your sword belt and coax your skirt down from your shapely hips. You step out of the pooled skirt and work the laces on your bodice. Quynn’s blue eyes go wide at the sight of your breasts straining at your bra.
“Oh, Penelope,” she gasps, running her hands over the soft fabric and up to the warm mounds of your breasts. “They are so big and lovely.”
“A bit sunburned,” you say, noting the redness in your cleavage.
She unbuckles your bra and reveals the pale flesh contrasting the redness of your cleavage. She gently lifts and squeezes your breasts. “Oh, you poor woman. Let me kiss them and make them better.” She plants soft kisses from the top of one breast to the next.
“Maybe if you licked a bit,” you suggest.
“Like this?” She asks, running her tongue into your cleavage.
“Perhaps a bit closer to my nipple,” you suggest and she happily complies. “Ooh, yes, just there, now circle it with your tongue. Oh, like that. Very nice. And then you just… ooohhh… you know what to do.”
Quynn certainly does, looking up at you with her blue eyes as she sucks rhythmically at your tender nipple. She only pops her lips free of one breast to move to the other, kissing, licking, and finally latching to your other nipple. As she suckles one breast, her fingers toy with the nipple of the other. Her warm mouth is lovely and soon has you quaking with desire.
“Onto the bed with you,” you say, scooping Quynn up in your arms and carrying her to the bed with surprising ease.
You drop her onto the cushions, knocking several off and causing her to cry out with laughter. You kiss her as you peel the pink lingerie from her body like the wrapping of a solstice gift. Your lips follow behind your fingers, exploring Quynn’s pert breasts and the hard buds of her nipples. You lick and suck them as if they were sweets and your tongue travels lower, down across her toned tummy, as your fingers curl into her lace panties. Quynn’s delicate mound is hairless and pinks. The bare petals of her pussy glisten with her arousal.
“Oh, Penelope,” she moans, stroking her fingers into your wild hair. “What are you doing to me?”
“I knew you were a strawberry tart to be devoured the moment I saw you,” you murmur, kissing her inner thighs as you pull her legs over your shoulders. “I knew I would taste your little quim. Do you deny me that pleasure?”
“No, of course not,” she moans, stretching out and squeezing her thighs against your face. “Taste as much as you’d like.”
Her steamy, pink pussy is as delicious as you had hoped. You lap at her delicate groove, slipping your tongue into her honeyed channel, lashing her delicate folds, and flicking your tongue against her clit. She gasps and jerks with pleasure with each lick. Her body arches on the bed and she thrusts against your tongue. Her fingers wind more tightly in your hair as she rocks her hips and fucks your mouth. You go from licking to sucking her quim, drawing out more of her nectar and slurping at her folds.
“Ooooh,” she cries, pulling you against her. “Oh! It’s so good! You’ll make me cum!”
“That’s the idea,” you chuckle and introduce a finger to her tight pussy. The thrusting of your finger and the insistent sucking on her clit is evidently enough to push her over the brink. She wails with ecstasy, bucking and writhing against you as she holds so tightly to your head that it hurts. Her sweet nectar pours into your mouth and you greedily suck every drop from her trembling cunt.
“Oh, Penelope, you curl my toes,” gasps Quynn.
You slow your finger thrusting into her hairless quim and give her trembling thighs a few more k
isses. You lift your head and look up at her. Perhaps it is your setting or your new demeanor, perhaps it is Quynn’s resemblance to your lovely former roommate who you always had a secret crush on, but you want to try something even naughtier.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Quynn’s pretty face is flushed and her perky breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing.
“Turn over,” you say, petting her pussy, “and I’ll show you.”
She chews her lower lip for a moment, as if considering, before breaking into a grin, nodding, and rolling over onto her tummy. She pushes up onto her knees and raises her small, firm bottom towards you. “Mmmmm,” you murmur, caressing her creamy cheeks. “Every bit of you is lovelier than the last.”
“Ohhhh, really?” She moans, looking back at you over her shoulder. She wiggles her little ass. “You like my bum?”
You squeeze and lightly spank her round ass, eliciting soft cries. You growl, “It looks good enough to eat.”
You playfully bite her creamy mounds, spread them and kiss the warm, inner-curve of her crack. She hisses as you run your tongue between her cheeks, feeling her tight asshole clenching tightly beneath your tongue. She gasps loudly, arching her back.
“Ohhhh, that’s so dirty,” she laughs.
You squeeze her ass with both hands, spreading it wider as you lap at her hole, swirling your tongue around that hot, naughty wrinkle. The more she squirms and gasps, the more firmly you squeeze her ass and press your tongue against her asshole. You finally free one hand to play with her clit, driving her into a new orgasm that you ultimately feel clenching against your tongue as she bounces her ass into your face.
Quynn eagerly kisses you after your thorough ass-licking. She presses you back onto the bed and declares, “Now it’s your turn, Penelope!”
Her seeming innocence disappears as she roughly squeezes your breasts, pinches your nipples, and gives them each a good, hard sucking. She moves lower, teasing your navel with her tongue and making you squirm as she brushes her fingers against your clit. Her hot tongue batters your clit and her delicate fingers press into your clutching channel. She plays you like her instrument, revealing her true talents for licking and sucking your aching cunt. She pumps three fingers deep into your pussy and sucks so hard on your clit that it hurts, but sends you into one bucking orgasm after another as you lace your fingers into her silky hair.
“Ohhhhh, Quynn,” you gasp, your breasts heaving. “Ohhhhh… I can’t stop cumming!”
Again and again, you are wracked with pleasure. Just when you think you have exhausted yourself with orgasm, Quynn turns her attention on your tight asshole. Her hot little tongue and then her probing finger combine with her assault on your clit to drive you to new heights of pleasure. You grab her head with both hands and fuck against her face, smearing your cum over her lips, nose, and chin.
You exhaust yourself as you buck against her, finally slumping back onto the bed, out of breath and buzzing with the aftermath of your pleasure. You can’t help but laugh at the effect the copper-haired beauty has had on you.
“You are incredible,” you laugh as she crawls into your arms.
“Thank you,” she says, lightly kissing your salty lips and sharing your taste on her teasing tongue. “You are quite a lot of fun, Penelope. I would love for you to stay with me.”
“For a while,” you murmur. You hold her against you for several minutes and are still sprawled with her in your arms when there is a soft knock at the door.
“Yes?” You call out.
You lift your head you see Alyssa, clad only in a sheer robe that does little to disguise her luscious curves, opening the door and approaching the bed. Your sated lust begins to stir again at the sight of the comely succubus approaching the bed, her robe tented by her plump lavender nipples and doing little to hide her barely-tufted cunt. Her hips swing from side to side and her tail flicks and curls around her to tease her thigh.
“I hope you have enjoyed your time with Quynn,” purrs the succubus, climbing onto the bed and crawling towards you. You push yourself up on your elbows as she crawls over your legs. Some part of you knows that you should be afraid of the demoness, but you are too content after tangling with Quynn to worry about such things.
“Oh, we enjoyed each other a good deal,” you say. “Thank you for your hospitality.”
“Mmmmm.” Alyssa lifts Quynn’s chin and plants a long, deep kiss on the beautiful redhead’s lips. Her tongue reaches out to flick at a drop of your juice still clinging to Quynn’s cheek. The succubus coos with pleasure, “Yes, you did enjoy each other. I can take things from here, my dear.”
“Yes, of course,” says Quynn, scooting off the bed. You watch her firm bottom as she departs from the bedroom, leaving you alone with the succubus in all her demonic glory.
“I have something for you, huntress,” she says. “Oh, don’t look so surprised. I did not remember at first, but that gold in your eyes and that strange scent… you are a huntress.”
“I was,” you protest, “now I am a herald of the Great One.”
You part your thighs to show the demoness the faintly glowing symbol atop your mound.
“Yes, shifting loyalties,” she says, crawling over you and pushing you gently down into the bed. Her scent is as arousing as her beauty. Her heavy breasts dangle against your own soft mounds, her nipples pressing through her robe and dragging against your tender buds. “Tell me, herald, where were you going when you stopped into my establishment?”
You gaze up into her violet eyes, suppressing your lust and fear to answer, “I was on my way to the Dead City. And I must continue on my way there. The Great One and my mother are awaiting my arrival.”
“A boring place, I am certain,” says Alyssa, running two fingers down your cheek to your chin. She leans closer, as if she might kiss you, but stops short. “You are far too interesting for such a place. You need someone to keep you company. I suppose I can join you on your journey.”
“Join me? I wasn’t asking for you to—“
“Shhhhhhh,” she says, pressing a fingertip to your lips. “No need to ask. Part of being a succubus is known the desires of my lovers.”
“We’re not lovers,” you point out.
“Oh, I think we can change that,” she laughs and presses her lips to yours. It is incredible, nearly orgasmic, as her hot tongue probes your mouth and her sweet taste floods your senses. A crackling pleasure seems to be drawn up from your depths and into Alyssa’s mouth. You shudder as ecstasy wracks your body. It takes a moment for you to realize she is feeding on your essence and you are powerless to stop her. Fortunately, Alyssa takes only a small taste of your life force before breaking the kiss. “I’ve brought you something, Penelope. A little trick I wanted to show you.”
Her weight lifts from you and she rises to her knees beside you. She drops her robe from her shoulders and reaches down to cradle her quim with both hands. A moment later, she lifts her hands away, revealing a pale length of cockflesh has taken the place of her womanhood. It is delicate, even feminine, but it has replaced her beautiful pussy.
“Do you like it?” She asks, stroking it and gently skinning the foreskin back from the purple tip.
“It is quite nice,” you say. “But I rather liked what you had there before.”
“Oh? Well, then, herald.” She covers her cock with her hands and when she lifts them away it is gone, replaced once more with her delicate pussy and her small triangle of lavender hair.
“That’s better,” you say and sit up to embrace her. Your kiss is just as passionate as hers, but she no longer attempts to feed from you. You stroke her lovely body and pull her atop you as you fall back onto the bed. There are few things more arousing than the kiss of a succubus, but you soon find that having one sit her perfect pussy upon your face is even better. You hug her shapely thighs as she rides your tongue and spills her sweet cum into your mouth. Her tail playfully whips your breasts as you bury your tongue in Alyssa’s clenching cunt.
“Ohhhhhh, herald,” she cries, bucking atop your face. “You are… remarkable…”
She arches and grinds hard atop you, spilling more and more of her delicious nectar into your mouth and all over your face. You lick and suck and caress her until she seems spent. A final kiss seals your new partnership with the demoness. She holds you in her arms and you rest your head against her breasts, playfully kissing her closest nipple.
“Will you allow me to pleasure you now, herald?” She says, stroking your head.
You look up at her, “We had better be on our way. I need to reach Rhilath as soon as possible.”
She sighs.
"If we must," she says. "Let us at least have some refreshments first."
She claps her hands and bird-headed men and lingerie-clad women parade into the bedroom with silver trays piled high with fruit, roasted meat, pickles, cheeses, fresh bread, tureens of savory sauces, pastries, sausages, cups of cream, and several selections of chilled wine.
You eat lightly, but hungrily, and drink enough wine that your face flushes a deeper shade of red. Once you have filled your belly, you dress in your traveling garb. Alyssa braids the white lock of your hair and gives you a soft kiss on the lips.
"I will return in a moment," she says. "Make ready to leave."
You gather your things and find your way to the curtained entrance to the palace. Alyssa reappears in the parlor clad in red leather trousers, a fur-lined leather vest that barely covers her ample breasts, and crimson cloak that drapes her shoulders.
"Are you ready to continue, my dear?" She asks, offering you her arm.
"Yes," you say. "Remember, Alyssa, I am in charge of this journey."
"Of course," she says, pulling back the curtain and opening the door into the gloomy forest. "Lead the way."
You set off along the path once more, the beautiful succubus following a pace behind.
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