Without a word the little goblinoid fashions a leash and collar from his loincloth. Happily you don it, inhaling deeply the stench of the well-worn fabric, and when you move to stand he gives it a sharp jerk.
“No!” he snaps. “You crawl. Like doggie!”
“Woof!” you say happily and nuzzle his withered cock. “Woof!”
The gertling nods, seemingly satisfied, and tugs at the rope. On hands and knees you crawl after him, shivering as your swollen breasts brush the grass, leaving droplets of milk in your wake like a trial of shining dew. You trample your family’s codex as you go without a thought, and crawl deep into the jungle.
Before you’ve gone a mile a beast stalks out of the brush and comes upon you. The hybrid monster takes a sniff of the air and kills the gertling with a swipe of his claws. Without even bothering to take off your collar he bends you over a log and fills you with his throbbing doggie dick. You mewl with pleasure as you are rutted on the log, and once the hybrid monster cums, and his knot shrinks enough to pull out, you happily follow him to his cave, the thick and spicy scent of your arousal saturating the air around you like a cloud of lust.
CONTINUE >
“Yes, devour my soul!”
Alyssa’s eyes pulse with malevolent violet energy and you know you cannot resist your desire for more of this most damning pleasure. To be eaten by a monster has always been an occupational hazard for a huntress, but to be eaten by a gorgeous goddess, to sacrifice your soul to her willingly? Now there is a fate for the family history book! And all you have to do is give in to more of the pleasure you have already experienced.
“Yes,” you moan, feeling a thrill as you seal your fate. “Yes, Alyssa, devour my soul! Take it all!”
“I knew you would be unable to resist me,” laughs Alyssa. “Well, huntress, it would be my honor to defeat you. And… my pleasure…”
Her tail begins to suck hungrily at the throbbing bud of your clit and the swollen folds of your cunt. It is as if the ground subsides beneath you with the sucking of that demonic mouth on the end of her tail. You are slipping and falling deeper into a rapturous pleasure. Alyssa kisses your mouth with her lips and her breasts are against you once more as you arch and quake beneath her body.
Stimulated to one orgasm after another by her insidious tail, you wrap your thighs around her hips, holding her body against yours as she drinks your mortal essence. Each gulp of your life force passes into her tail and sends another surge of pleasure through your body. The fury of this storm of ecstasy grows and grows and you are like a storm tossed ship upon these waves of pleasure that crash through you. The only thing to ground you in reality is Alyssa’s hot, probing tongue, swirling in your mouth, as her tail sucks and sucks and sucks…
You are falling deeper and deeper into that mouth. Your essence parts from your weak, mortal flesh and you are within the succubus.
Distantly, as if in a dream, you feel the husk of your lifeless body drop away.
“Goodbye, sweet huntress,” she calls as if from a great distance. “This is not the end.”
You are freed and reborn. You emerge with new eyes and new purpose from a pulsing violet heart within a strange cave. Alyssa is there to greet you.
“Your new life begins, my sweet Penelope,” she says, taking your hand. Lingerie wraps your ample curves. You feel a throbbing lust that surges at Alyssa’s touch. “You will serve my customers here in my brothel for all of eternity. You belong to me.”
“Yes, mistress,” you say, smiling gladly. The thought of serving Alyssa and the customers are all that matters to you now. Your quest, the Great One, and your mother have all been forgotten.
"I will convince your sister to join us as well," purrs Alyssa, stroking your face. "And if she resists, I'm sure you will help me, won't you Penelope?"
"Oh, yes, mistress," you cry with delight. "Kara should be with me forever."
Your life has been consumed by the succubus. Soon, your sister's will be as well. You are now, and will forever be, a whore in the Palace of Crimson Silk.
CONTINUE >
Pay on your knees
You hold the gaze of the wug war leader as you unbelt your sword and remove your pistols. You take off your pack and jacket and set all these things on the stump where Kara is standing. She looks at you with disbelief.
“You’re not actually going to… do something with them, are you?” You see the disgust in her eyes. She has never favored your mother’s tactic of using sex to overcome monstrous foes and even your mother might have been put off by slimy swamp wugs. No matter. You see what must be done.
You nod to her, knowing the spell will foul your words.
“How you pay toll?!” The wug leader croaks as he grows impatient.
You wade out into the swamp, approaching him slowly and with your hands held up so he does not think you mean to attack. You step closer, trying to maintain eye contact and not stare at the pink wedge of his glistening cock. With a deep breath, you sink slowly down to your knees. The swamp water comes up to your waist.
“I’ll pay you like this,” you say. “I’ll pleasure you on my knees with my mouth and hands.” You reach out for the war leader’s slippery cock. Your fingers brush the cool flesh of his shaft, but the war leader grips your wrists in his hands.
“Not only me,” says the war leader. “You do good. You pay whole party. Then I let you and other pass. Only then.”
Your fear returns as you take in the sight of the large hunting party. There must be nearly twenty of them. It is too late now to back down. You would only put yourself even more at this little brute’s mercy to offer him something else. You will do what must be done, not matter what your sister thinks of you.
“I agree,” you say softly.
The war leader croaks and the other hunters and warriors croak in a chorus. They crowd around you, blocking you off from your sister as you hear her cry out in warning. The war leader steps closer, smacking the tapered head of his cock against your face. His salty musk fills your nostrils. His slime smears against your lips and chin. He releases your wrists and takes hold of your head. As you grasp his shaft and stroke his slimy cock, the wug war leader thrusts his pink wedge against your lips.
You have no choice. You open your mouth to him as he thrusts deeper, spreading your mouth wide open and pushing his foul-tasting, salty cock against your tongue. You gag and nearly lose the contents of your belly in an eye-watering retch. The wug pulls his cock from your mouth for a moment. You recover and lean in to suck him, moaning as you take his slimy wedge into your mouth. It’s so cool it is almost like sucking on uncooked fish, which is a disgusting thought, but something about the rigidness and twitching of it is exciting. The slime, revolting at first, fills your mouth and you begin to swallow it. The taste loses its edge and the feel of it coating your mouth and throat eases your gag reflex.
You moan and bob on the war leader’s cock. He thrusts through your stroking hands and fucks your mouth, not roughly, but not carefully either. His fat cockwedge violates your throat repeatedly, always pulling back before choking you but making it quite difficult to breathe.
The other wug warriors crowd around you, stroking their cocks as they watch you pleasure their leader.
“Rub tits,” croaks the leader.
You pop your lips free of his cock, catching your breath and saying, “You want to see them?” You squeeze your soft mounds through your wet shirt. Several of the warriors croak excitedly. One even hops closer and tries to grab your head and force you to suck his cock. The war leader croaks with anger and scares the over-eager wug back into the circle.
“Show them,” demands the war leader. “Show milk flesh.”
You quickly unbutton your blouse and shed the bra that cradles your creamy titflesh. The war leader croaks with appreciation and the wugs all around you furiously stroke their cocks as you squeeze and lift your bare breasts in your hands.
“Good flesh,” croaks the war leader and he roughly takes hold
of both of your breasts. His cock thumps against my face as he kneads your mounds and pinches your fat nipples. You gasp with a mixture of pleasure and pain and stroke his cock against your tongue, licking it as he hunches over you to fondle your breasts. When he stops, you kneel higher and wrap your soft breasts around his cock. His greasy length slides easily between your mounds as you squeeze and wank him with your tits. You lash your tongue against the tip of his cock, tasting his salty ooze and moaning with desire.
“Seed ready,” croaks the war leader. “Put in mouth! Drink seed!”
“Mmmmmmphhhmm!” He pushes your head down so that his cock, still squeezed between your tits, is stretching open your mouth. You suck the tip of his cock as he thrusts with sudden violence between your breasts. His cock seems to throb between your lips and a heavy gush of strong-tasting cum pours into your mouth. Some overflows your lips and drips from your chin. You manage to swallow the rest, gulping down his lukewarm goo and resisting the urge to vomit as the snot-like slime sits thick in your throat. You suck the war leader until he has spent every spurt of his seed into your mouth.
“Good human,” he croaks. “Now you pay toll to warriors.”
He waddles back and his cock flops from between your tits. You struggle to catch your breath. The wugs surrounding you begin to close in on you, stroking their cocks, reaching for your bare flesh, squeezing, pinching, rubbing and thrusting their pink pricks at your hands and face. You take hold of two of their cocks, squeezing and stroking their slippery pink flesh, while another practically leaps atop you and fucks straight into your mouth. You are helpless to stop him from violating your throat as he frantically fucks your face.
“MMMmmmMMMM!” You cry, his cool amphibian flesh smothering you in his swampy scent as he pumps his cock into your mouth and over your tongue. It only takes a few strokes before your mouth is suddenly filled with the strong taste of wug cum. You let it flow out of your mouth and swallow at the same time. You throat thickens again with the pungent spunk.
The wug that fucked your mouth pulls back and another wug hops in front of you. Gratefully, this one lets you suck him on your own terms and you eagerly reward him with a hot, slurping, urgently suckling blowjob. You feel cum splash your arm and then your back as one wug you are stroking spurts all over your arm and another unloads from his self-pleasuring. Only a few seconds later, the amphibian cock pumping between your lips twitches and pumps your mouth to overflowing with another load of wug spunk.
Dealing with the wugs coming at you from all sides becomes a battle of reaction and reflex. You suck them, you stroke them, you squeeze them between your breasts as the opportunities allow. Their hands are everywhere, even beneath the water and grabbing at your ass and pussy. You refuse to let them pick you up out of the swamp, because you know in their frenzy they will seed you and the curse of the island will overwhelm your willpower.
Your face is splashed repeatedly with cool, gooey spurts of amphibian spunk. Despite their cold-blooded nature, their round bellies are warm and throbbing with their lust and you begin to sweat from the effort. Their excited croaking is almost deafening. One pulls your hair and jerks your head back and another practically mounts your face, fucking you beneath his soft, slippery body and nearly suffocating you on his cock. You manage to fend them off, because individually they are smaller and a fair bit weaker than you and they are not acting in cooperation. It is hard to tell them apart, but you are certain the war leader at least has his pleasure with you more than once. Your jaw aches from sucking slimy cocks, your belly is bloated with their cum, and your breasts, face, and shoulders are dripping with wug seed. You are a mess, nauseated, exhausted, and yet still exhilarated by your bravura performance as a monster-pleasuring slut. Some part of you feels certain your mother would be proud.
Your gambit pays off as, one-by-one, the wugs are spent and retreat to the swamp. Finally, the wug leader stands before you and you smile up at him as you suck him one last time. It seems to take a very long time, but he finally spills his seed for perhaps the third or fourth time into your mouth.
“You pay price,” he croaks. “You have passage through wug territory.”
“Sister,” cries Kara, coming to you and helping you in your feet. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”
“Fine,” you say, your voice hoarse. “It’s done.”
You splash water in your face and over your breasts to clean the cum from your flesh. The wug war leader takes out a bag of pale blue powder and smudges some on your forehead and some on your sister’s forehead.
“One moon only,” he says. “Return here and we take you to barn. Do not try to come to our village or free the humans we hold. They belong to us.”
You wish you could do something to help those poor women being milked and bred by the wugs, but there is no possible way you and your sister could fight your way through a tribe this powerful.
“I understand,” you say.
He blinks his bulging eyes and backs away from you and Kara. He motions to his war party and they disappear into the swamp. You see the swirling blue mark on Kara’s forehead and you assume the same is on your head.
“I’m amazed that worked,” says Kara. “That was… you did that for me. You didn’t have to, but you did, and I appreciate it.”
“I did that for humanity,” you say, taking a sip of water from your water bag. “If we do not reach Rhilath and stop the Great One then Heimsvak and the whole of human civilization may be in grave danger.”
Kara looks after the departing wugs. “I just wish we could help… those…”
“I know,” you say, squeezing her hand. “Maybe after all this is over we can come back. Maybe we can even convince mother to join us.”
“That would be nice,” she agrees, wiping away tears welling in her eyes.
You pat her on the back and squeeze her shoulder. You feel invigorated by the mere thought of the evil waiting for you in Rhilath. It must be stopped. You are more determined than ever.
“Come on,” you say. “Let’s get moving.”
Together, the two of you move swiftly through the thick marsh, away and towards the end of the swampy lands of the wugs.
CONTINUE >
Wait
“Not yet,” you hiss to Alyssa. “She is powerful. We have to look for some sort of advantage.”
Your mother slowly circles. Although she wears an arrogant smile on her face, it is clear by her wary posture that she takes the threat posed by you and Alyssa seriously. You are taken by the transformation of your always-shapely mother into a sort of giant fertility goddess. Her bare breasts bounce with each step and her pink nipples are thick and dewy with her mother’s milk. A rune resembling the symbol that once decorated your mound throbs red with demonic energy above your mother’s sex.
“You are the temple of Zhibbareth,” your mother says, baring her gleaming white teeth. “Do you doubt that his power is absolute?”
“If it is so absolute,” replies Alyssa, “then why won’t your sleeping god wake up?”
“Oh, but the awakening is upon us! Do you not feel it?” Your mother’s smile widens madly. “Let me show you his power!”
Alyssa glances at you with concern as your mother raises both hands in a sudden spell casting posture. Before you can think to react, eel-like tentacles leap from every nearby shadow. Even your own shadow, created on the tiles by the distant light above, gives birth to a squirming clutching of tendrils. These tentacles of shadow-stuff seize hold of you and Alyssa.
Your wrists and ankles are bound in an instant and you are lifted off the floor. You cry out, trying to cast a spell of your own, but your fingers are bound by another tentacle. A moment later, several wrap around your waist, your hips, your thighs, and your breasts. One wraps around your neck and finally, as you scream in shock, a thick tentacle stuffs itself into your mouth. It is soft, cold, slimy, and bitter. It presses forcefully to the back of your throat, gagging you and preventing you from speaking.
“Bitch!” Alyssa screams. You can just turn your head enough to see the empowered succubus. Fire flashes in her eyes and seems to drive the tentacles back from her faces. Her hands explode into flames and more of the tentacles melt away. She tears the shadow tendrils loose from her legs. She looks from you to your mother and snarls with fury, “I will tear out your heart, you lover of a corpse-god!”
Your mother cackles with laughter. “Little demon slut? Even with all that power on your lips and your cunt, all the goodness you have swallowed up, do you really think you can fight me in this place as you profane Him!? You are in the throne room of the last god!”
She raises her hands and the temple shudders around you. Alyssa frees herself from the last of the shadow tentacles and launches through the air at your mother. The succubus’s claws are as savage as her snarling expression as she wings towards your mother, aimed at her giant breasts. She apparently means to tear out your mother’s heart!
Before Alyssa can reach your giantess mother, hundreds more tentacles launch from the darkness of the pit. These are larger and there are many times more tendrils. Hundreds instead of dozens. They slam into Alyssa, knocking her from the air and covering her in writhing, constricting loops. You glimpse her reaching out, her face screaming in shock, and then she disappears into the tangle of shadow tentacles.
“A last bit of fun, demoness?” Your mother laughs. “Enjoy them as they plunder every hole!”
You think you hear a muffled scream from within the seething mass of tentacles, but you can see nothing but the twisting, squirming darkness of the tendrils. Your mother stalks past Alyssa and comes towards you. She lifts you up to the level of her face.
“And you, daughter,” she sneers. “Throwing your heart and soul to such a creature. You are weaker even than your sister, who could not find her way to this temple. If I gave you over to Zhibbareth in this condition, he would destroy you with his majesty. No…”
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