You let him catch you beside one of the high-backed chairs. He pushes you down to your knees on the leather seat, bending you over the arm so your breasts dangle against the cool leather. The symbol of Allara swings gently against our bosom. His fingers curl into the waist of your panties and he nearly rips them as he pulls them down from your bottom.
He smacks both of your buttocks, electing another cry of surprise and a jerk of pain. He lightly bites one of your plump, pale cheeks. He roughly squeezes the other.
“Your ass drives me mad with desire,” he pants hotly against your presented posterior. “I dream of this ass, my dear.”
“Dream no more,” you say, trembling slightly with lust. “It is yours for the day.”
“Ohhhh gods,” he moans, praising you with his words as he smacks kisses from the roundness of your bottom to the backs of your thighs. You quiver as his mouth finds your cunt and he eagerly thrusts his tongue up your slick channel. He slurps lewdly at your folds and lashes your clit with commendable skill. He sucks at your folds like a starving man sucking the juice from a fruit. His fingers ply your soft flesh and spread you wider. His tongue invades you so deep you cry out, your gaze upon the endless blue horizon visible out of the window of his cabin.
Your orgasm is swift and powerful. Your body shakes and your back arches as your thrust your plump bottom against his face. His thumb presses between your cheeks and massages your clenching anus as the spasms of pleasure take hold. You wail his name, cumming hard against his tongue and spilling your nectar into his greedy mouth.
Fading shocks of your orgasm are still rippling through you as Luckfen spreads your ass wide with his hands and assaults your tender clench with his tongue. You wail in shock as he laps at your naughty hole. He pants and murmurs with lust, tongue lapping circles and then begin to dart and push against your tender back passage.
His fingers resume massaging your clit as he thrusts his tongue up your arse. You shiver with pleasure at the intimate invasion. He presses deep, fingers furious on your clit, driving you to a second orgasm seemingly moments after the first. You grab his balding head and pull him against your creamy ass. He skewers your clenching ring with his tongue as you squeeze against him. If anything, this second orgasm surpasses the first in toe-curling intensity. You practically tip over the edge of the chair as he finally slips his tongue out of your tender bum.
“I’ve recovered,” he says, standing behind you and grasping the root of his swollen cock. It still glistens with your saliva. “Now where shall I put this?”
Flushed and still breathless, totally at his mercy, you lift your head and say, “I believe, mmmm, the arrangement was… wherever you would like.”
“Your beautiful arse craves a hard cock,” says Luckfen. “But I am afraid that nothing is quite so lovely as your steamy little quim. As pretty and delicate as I’d hoped.”
“By all means, then, Boggen… go ahead and… ooOOOoh!”
He slides his hardness into the hot channel of your cunt, stretching you around his impressive girth and rigid length. He takes hold of your shapely hips and begins to pound his cock enthusiastically into your pussy. For being and old, fat man, he certainly does not lack for vigor. His hips slap against your jiggling bottom and he rams his cock in and out of your folds. The pleasure is exquisite. Your tight quim grips at his cock with each thrust, squeezing and massaging his shaft as he buries it to the root in your little pussy.
Your breasts shake with each stroke, swinging along with the symbol of Allara hanging around your neck. The impact of his hips against your bottom sends jiggles up your ample curves. The small cabin fills with your mutual panting and the soft, wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your juicy depths.
“My seed nearly boils,” he pants. “Such a woman! You are everything I dream of, my dear! Shall I paint your lovely arse with my cum? Ohhhh! Decorate your pretty face with pearls of precious seed?”
Another, more pragmatic idea strikes you.
“Inside me,” you gasp. “Give me your seed, Boggen Luckfen, and fill me with your child.”
“Such a thing!” He groans. “To be asked! Ohhhh, but I cannot refuse! Ahhhhhh… my sweet Penny!”
His cock throbs within you, spurting out the powerful warmth of his cum. After only a moment of his twitching, you feel the lingering magic of the island take hold as Boggen Luckfen breeds you with his seed. This magic is greatly weakened by you and your family’s efforts, but it is sufficient to ensure the wealthy merchant’s seed finds purchase. You gasp, shuddering with an orgasm and smiling as you milk his spurting length.
“Oh, Boggen,” you moan. “I think you will have reason to return with valuable books whenever I ask.”
“Indeed,” he pants, stroking your hip and leaning over you to kiss your shoulder and neck. “Gods. But we may need to try a few more times if it is a child you crave.”
“As many times as you’d like,” you say, feeling his softening cock slip from your nethers. You turn and kiss him passionately. Though you do not love Boggen Luckfen, you like him a great deal and he is a fine lover. More importantly, a child with him will guarantee books for your research. And never again will you need to go begging to your mother or sister to finance the work that will defeat monsters.
As you kiss Luckfen and stroke his cock with your soft hand, you know you will be spending the day and most of the night in his company. You intend to give him whatever he desires. So long as he will help you beat the monsters.
Allara will understand.
THE END
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Handmaiden of the Exalted Convent
“He is the truth,” you intone with the other handmaidens. “His eye watches all and through him we will be purified.”
A soft chime sounds and you and other women crowded into the tables are permitted to eat. You spoon the warm, creamy gruel into your mouth, savoring the faint sweetness of mother’s milk. Through the windows of the dining hall, you can see the harbor of Rhilath, where endless ships come and go laden with the sons you and the other handmaidens have birthed. The ships are black, with black sails. No guns protrude from the flanks of these dark galleons because every ship is protected by a sorceress and a compliment of monsters. The empires of mankind do not stand a chance.
You glance around at the women seated with you. Most of them show early signs of pregnancy. A few, haggard and pale, show that they carry life-stealing parasites rather than the normal children. These women are the truly blessed, for their sacrifice will echo through eternity in the name of Zhibbareth. Even thinking of the one-eyed god brings a smile to your face.
As handmaiden, your honor is to learn the ways of Zhibbareth and give birth to the war machines and officers of his legions. The breeding pits beneath his temple yield the endless hordes of fodder to fill his ranks.
There is great comfort in the routine of serving the God of Monsters. You sing Zhibbareth’s many hymns, you attend the birthings, and you surrender your milk to the reservoir or to the living pumps if you are provisioning troops. If you are late in your pregnancy, you remain in the nursery. If it is early, you will service the officers and heroes of Zhibbareth’s army. And on those special days when you are fertile, you are awarded to a deserving creature or one necessary to the war effort.
Another chime sounds, signaling the end of the meal period. You want with heads bowed by the table as hooded eunuchs enter to single out handmaidens for special duty. You gasp in surprise as strong hands grip your biceps and lift you up from the table.
“Breeding,” grunts the man beneath the hood.
Already? You want to weep with joy. You march through the halls of the convent, listening to the wails of birthing mothers and the moans of ecstasy of women in the act of pleasuring. You descend to the breeding chapel, where the chamber is illuminated by a stained glass window depicting the cycle of birth and conception between a woman and a red serpent.
Theodora, one of the high maid
ens who lost her fertility to a difficult birthing, stands beside the ceremonial altar. She smiles sweetly. You are surprised to see a large iron flask and two additional eunuchs.
“Please disrobe,” says Theodora. “Take your place on the altar for the divine act.”
You remove your crimson robe, your breasts engorged with milk, your nipples swollen from the pumps and the sides of your laden mounds marked by blue veins. Your belly has returned to a normal size from your last birthing. Was that the tenth? The eleventh? Tears glisten in your eyes as you remember each litter, single birth, and clutch of squirming eggs. Your hips are wide, thighs thick, and your cunt is bare, but for the tattoo of Zhibbareth above your folds. Your pale flesh is marked by the scars from past lovers, some rougher than others, but your beauty is intact.
You climb carefully onto the altar on your hands and knees, positioning your knees apart as you lower your head to the cold stone and offer your wide bottom to whatever would take you.
“On your back today,” says Theodora. You turn over, a serene smile on your face as you look up at the beautiful high maiden. She strokes your white lock of hair out of your face. “We have something very special. You will meet your lover in your dreams today.”
“What do you mean, high maiden?”
She gestures to the hooded eunuchs and they begin unscrewing the lid of the large iron flask. They remove the top and step back, setting the flask on a plinth. Theodora covers her nose and mouth with her cloak as a faint lavender vapor begins to rise from the flask. A gentle, sweet scent tickles your nostrils. You hear a rasping sound and watch as a fat, segmented white worm, glistening with mucus, emerges from the flask. Its loathsome body is so thick you could barely get your hands around it. Sphincters along its sides open and close and gusts of lavender vapor emerge. Your body grows hot and your eyes grow heavy. Theodora steps back from the altar as the worm crawls towards it. Already, you feel the darkness of sleep closing in, but you are able to gasp the name of your lover.
“Sombrolith worm,” you whisper. “I know this… I…”
Long ago in Akrane, in the library, transcribing the words from the Hymnal of Ruin into your family’s research. You recall the illustrations from the book, of a woman slumped and faintly smiling, her cunt and anus disgorging the squirming offspring of her union with the Sombrolith worm.
The memories fade. The world around you darkens. The last thing you see is the worm crawling onto the foot of the altar and moving towards your parted thighs.
Dreams unfold around you and you find yourself in your apartment in Akrane. Velora is there, knitting a shawl on her bed as you embrace the slimy bulk of the Sombrolith. A black tongue slips out of its lipless mouth and flicks at your lips. You open your mouth to it, tongue against tongue, reclining on the couch with your legs spread as the Sombrolith moves atop you. The warmth of its body is soothing. The weight of it atop you squeezes the milk from your breasts in warm trickles down your abdomen and over your sides.
“Oh, yes, love,” coos Velora from her bed. “He’s a handsome one. Go on, sweetie, show him you know how to fuck him properly.”
“Ohhhhh, yes,” you moan, wrapping your legs around the shuddering worm and pulling its hot, squirming cock into your folds. You cry out as it sinks its hardness deep inside you. A moment later, another cock is invading your ass.
“Ooh, now there’s a bit of fun,” laughs Velora. “Both holes at once. Lucky girl.”
You are lucky. You moan blissfully as the Sombrolith worm ripples atop your body, pressing you down into the couch and rutting into both of your stretched holes at the same time. Its cocks are like worms themselves, crawling deeper with every thrust, seeking the warm darkness of your bowels and the eagerness of your fertile womb. You arch beneath the creature’s weight, gasping with unrestrained pleasure as you feel its cocks begin to throb deep inside you.
Double floods of cum pour into your warm body, coating each thrust of the Sombrolith worm’s cock. In moments, you are stuffed full of its eggs and seed. Orgasmic ecstasy ripples through your receptive body and the joy of fertilization fills your mind.
“Yessssss,” you cry, your pussy and ass milking every spurt from its cocks. “Oh, please, more!”
“Can’t get enough, can you?” Velora laughs. “He is a looker.”
You agree, stroking him as you cling to the shuddering worm. Its cocks never leave your flooded holes as it begins to move again. You remember, faintly, that the Sombrolith worm can mate with a human for hours and those hours, in a dream, can become an eternity. What a wonderful dream to have!
“Fuck meeeee,” you cry, folding your legs tightly around it as it ripples atop you. “Fill me with your seed!”
The chapel still rings with panting and cries of pleasure long after Theodora and the eunuchs have departed. You are deep in a trance of pleasure-filled sleep, writhing beneath the worm as it seeds you again and again. Such a healthy clutch of Sombrolith worms will be a potent weapon for the Great One. And it will be your pleasure to carry them to term.
It is the duty of a handmaiden.
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Let Alyssa fuck you
You cannot think of fighting Alyssa. After betraying her and leaving her in the drider’s web, you know she is right, you must make amends. Your pussy throbs with desire as you look at that huge, purple cock twitching and dripping with precum. The thought of being fucked by the beautiful succubus and her hard demonic cock hardly seems a punishment.
“You’re right,” you gasp, barely able to contain your desire. You pull up your skirt and rub your sensitive mound through your panties as you stare at her cock and inhale her demonic perfume. “Fucking me is the only way to make it up. I think you had… had better fuck my tight pussy. Right here, ohhh… right now.”
Alyssa is on you in an instant, tossing aside your pack and your weapons and stripping off your jacket. She kisses you, her tongue thrusting forcefully into your mouth as she unlaces your bodices and frees your heaving breasts.
“You’ve been a very bad girl,” she says against your lips.
“Yes, Alyssa,” you gasp. “I’m so sorry.”
“And you need to be fucked,” she says, rising up on her knees as she kneels between your legs and pushes your skirt up to your waist.
“Yes, oh, please,” you say, squirming with lust. “I need to be fucked.”
She laughs with delight and nearly tears your panties as she pulls them roughly down your quivering thighs. She pulls your panties off over your boots and tosses them aside. You hold and squeeze your soft breasts and pinch your fat nipples as Alyssa takes hold of your legs beneath your knees. She pushes your legs up, exposing your slick cuntlips and the pink pucker of your anus. Her huge demonic cock thumps heavily against your tender groove and you gasp in shock.
“So wet already,” laughs Alyssa. “You were just waiting for some beast to come along and take your little pussy, weren’t you?”
“Yessss,” you hiss as she rubs her cock along your opening and brushes her fat glans against your clit.
“Lucky it was me and not something that wanted to eat you up.” She lines the head of her cock up with your slick folds. “I just want to… fuck you!”
With that, she slams her cock into your slippery pussy. Her demonic member is monstrously thick and bulging freakishly, but you are so wet that your pussy stretches easily around her huge cock. She presses deep, thrusting until you feel the head of her cock bulling against your womb. Her massive, cum-heavy balls swing against your ass and thump audibly against your soft cheeks.
“Oooohhhh that’s good,” laughs Alyssa. “I can feel that innocent little pussy spasm. You love my big cock, don’t you, dear?”
“Yes,” you cry as she fucks deliberately in and out of your stretched, silken channel. It takes perhaps a dozen thrusts for her to drive you to the brink. A few more strokes as she stares down at you with her glowing, violet eyes and you arch beneath her wi
th a desperate cry of ecstasy. Pleasure wracks your body, causing your plump tits to jiggle and your mouth to hang open in a wordless moan.
“Already?” Alyssa giggles. “I knew you needed it bad, but I would have given it to you sooner if I knew you were so desperate to cum.”
She holds your legs tightly, bending them back until your body is curled beneath her and she can lean down, her soft breasts dangling against your mounds and her lips touching yours. You gasp with pleasure into her teasing kiss as she pounds her huge cock into your pussy. In the afterglow of your orgasm, you are absolutely soaking. Combined with all the precum, your juices are making each stroke slurp and squelch as she pumps her huge cock into your pussy.
Your second orgasm is quick on the heels of the first. Your thighs tense and your asshole clenches against Alyssa’s swinging bollocks. She laughs into your kiss with her and although she does not feed on your essence it does seem as if she is drinking in your sexual pleasure.
By the time you have cum for a third time, your muscles aching from so many pleasurable contractions, Alyssa’s cock is beginning to swell and her fat balls are tightening up against her root.
“I’m going to cum soon,” she hisses. “Inside you. Deep inside you. Do you know what means?”
“The curse,” you moan, fear rising through the haze of your pleasure.
“That’s right, one shot and your womb will drink my seed like a sponge,” she laughs and fucks you even harder and deeper, prodding your womb with each stroke. “You will bear my child and I will take you beyond the Palace of Crimson Silk to dwell as my concubine in the abyss.”
“N-no,” you gasp.
“No?” She raises an eyebrow. “I do not believe you, Penelope. Tell me you want it. Tell me you crave my seed in your fertile cunt.”
Her strokes slow, but reach just as deep with every thrust. You know the succubus tells the truth about your fate if you allow her to cum inside you and yet… you have wanted few things more in your life than to feel her demonic seed spurting into your depths.
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