What do you do?
Tell Alyssa you want her seed
Make Alyssa pull out
Surrender
You know from your research that individually wugs are quite weak. Kara’s assessment is right though, there are many of them already surrounding you and you are on their home terrain. These wugs will hunt you down no matter what. If you resist them, you might end up being eaten in a wug stew. There is no point to fighting this battle. You've walked right into a trap and there is only one way to survive.
Your heart pounds with exhilaration and fear. You think of the way your sister told you about the barn the wugs use for keeping women penned like milk cows. You saw the haunted look in her eyes, but it is not enough to dissuade you from a course of action.
You take your sister's hand and squeeze it tightly. She mouths the word, “No” but you have already made up your mind.
You turn to the frog-faced wug with his squatting posture and his round, amphibian belly. You raise your hand up in surrender. You shout, “We yield!”
Most of the wugs remain staring at you with the eyes of hunters, but a few glance uncertainly at a wug who looks slightly different from the others. He croaks loudly, his neck swelling as he projects his voice. The other wugs seem to relax, some even croaking with what seems like laughter.
The wug waddles out of the ranks of his fellows. All of these creatures have a similar appearance, but this one has clear cosmetic differences. An old belt around his waist hangs with an old iron knife. The paint on his flesh is more elaborate and thicker, radiating in jagged lines across his flesh with a reddish hue as opposed to the other’s blacks. In a webbed hand the wug holds a rusted cutlass, and around his neck is slung an old flintlock on the end of a necklace of gut. He croaks in their savage language and the wugs seems to relax. The war leader hops closer to you and stands erect. Even if you were not standing on the stump you would still be considerably taller than him.
“Drop fight tool,” he croaks.
It takes you a moment to realize he means your weapons. You set your pistols carefully onto the stump and drop your sword belt next to them. Kara looks at you with horror. You motion for her to do the same and she reluctantly agrees. The leader croaks to his warriors and several wugs approach the stump.
“We will not fight you,” you say, holding up your hands.
“Think good,” croaks the war leader, seemingly pleased with your surrender.
“This is madness,” cries Kara, her voice hoarse with fear.
“This is our only chance to survive, sister,” you snap as you watch the wugs approach you from every side.
You offer no resistance to the primitive frog men as they drag you down into the warm swamp water. Their cool hands tear off your jacket and reach beneath your skirt to feel the bare flesh of your thighs. They stop short of ripping off your clothing, but leave your dress torn and your bodice partly unlaced. They are less concerned with molesting you and more concerned with disarming you completely and securing you in tight bindings of rope. They seem to be masters of tying knots and quickly have you and Kara both bound like pigs with your arms and legs bent backwards and a length of rope running from your ankles to your wrists to your neck.
They carry you to a small mound of dirt rising from the swamp and cut two long poles from the surrounding trees. They slide one pole through your bindings and the other through Kara’s and in this way the small wugs are able to carry you and your sister.
You bounce and jostle on the pole as they heft you through the swamp, just above the rancid water. Your breasts jiggle beneath you in your straining bodice. You occasionally lift your head just enough to see the wugs watching you with their bulging, frog-like eyes.
“This is a terrible mistake,” moans Kara.
You find it difficult to disagree with her as you arrive at the wug village.
It is typical according to your research. It’s situated at the far side of a large lagoon which empties into the ocean. Squat huts of mud and wattle rise like mushrooms out of the ground, shielded from the sea by a screen of forest. The village is dominated by a distant large building, a longhouse made of plundered timber from wrecked ships and whatever could be found. In any other place, you would think it the chief’s home, or perhaps the communal hall. But these are wugs, and you know without looking back and seeing Kara’s horrified face what this structure truly is: the Barn. The place where human women are kept docile and milked by the wugs, bred in harnesses like cattle, kept drugged through the wug’s foul potions and their own creamy milk.
The wugs drop you and Kara roughly off the poles and onto your knees on the soft earth. Curious wugs poke their heads out of their huts. A few of the frog-eyed creatures come waddling out of into the clearing to see the humans that have been brought into the village. The war leader croaks loudly and drives them back. He turns his attention to his party and seems to argue in grunts and long croaks with a particularly tall wug who carries a bow and a quiver of arrows across his back. The taller wug takes off a necklace of bone charms and tosses it at the feet of the war leader. The war leader scoops up the charms, looks at them, and settles them around his fat neck. He gestures to Kara.
“No,” moans you sister as the tall wug approaches. The color of his belly seems to darken and you watch a fat wedge of pink amphibian cock slowly thrust out of his slimy genital slit. You wish Kara would just accept her fate.
“Sister, don’t fight him,” you warn as she begins to struggle against her ropes. The tall wug takes out a bone-handled knife and begins slicing off Kara’s clothing. You notice some of the wugs in the party and from the village begin to croak excitedly as their bellies flush with desire. Some even begin to rub their webbed hands against the protruding wedges of their cocks. They croak with further delight as your sister’s shirt is sliced away from her pert breasts and her buttocks are bared with a careful cut of her trousers.
“Noo!” You hear Kara wail as she is mounted from behind by the tall wug. You glimpse the amphibian’s pink cock sliding into your sister’s delicate cunt for a moment before the wugs crowd around her, obstructing your view. Tears spring to your eyes and your heart hammers with fear, but you cannot deny the faint pang of jealousy and the aching of your cunt. Your body craves the perverse violation of a slimy wug cock.
A loud croak from behind you stirs your desire. You have not been forgotten! The war leader crouches beside you and begins to slice your bodice away. Your plump breasts fall free of your muddy top, caught between the bands of two ropes. You gasp, your fat nipples erect as the wug’s webbed hand squeezes and fondles your soft mounds.
“Much milk,” croaks the war leader, sending a thrill of depraved desire through your body.
“Yes,” you moan. “Oh, I’ll feed the whole tribe.”
He looks at you and blinks. Your response is evidently not what he was expecting. He slices his blade through your skirt and cuts it away from your hips. His amphibian claws hook into your panties and shred them away from your pale ass. Your buttocks jiggle and you let out another gasp of desire. The wug runs his claw down the backs of your thighs and gives your pussy a squeeze. You let out a moan of desire. At almost the same moment, you hear Kara crying out with pleasure, “Oh, yes, fill me with your spawn!”
Your jealousy grows anew and you look back at the war leader and moan, “Cut me loose to mate with you properly.”
“Cut loose?” He blinks and looks at his iron knife. He seems to weigh his choice as your gaze falls upon the fat, pink wedge of his cock emerging from his genital slit. It drips with foul amphibian slime and you want it desperately.
“Yes,” you whimper. “Please, cut me loose. I surrender. I surrender myself to your mighty wug cock.”
The wug’s belly darkens further and he lets out a croak that you take to be amusement.
“Yes. You give warm hole. I give you blessing of tribe. Make much milk.” The war leader digs the rust-flecked blade of his knife under the ropes and cuts you loose
. He waddles around to your front and yanks the last of the ropes from between your breasts. Your soft mounds heave with your excited breathing.
You look up at him, terrified of his inhuman lust and yet willingly submitting to him. His slippery hands squeeze your breasts and his clawed fingers pluck painfully at your nipples. You dare to reach out and run your fingers over the fat wedge of his cock. He croaks with pleasure and takes hold of your silky hair. He drags your face to his cock.
“You know what do, human. Make feel good.”
You do know what to do. Your tongue runs over his bitter-tasting, slimy cockflesh and you are surprised by the warmth of his manhood. Slime drips into your mouth as you lap at his tip and flick your tongue along the upper ridge of his amphibian glans. He croaks and holds your head tightly, pushing his cock past your soft lips and into your eager mouth. You grow more aroused with each breath of his musk and each taste of his foul cockslime.
“Mmmmmmm,” you moan around the war leader’s cock as he gives your mouth a shallow but vigorous fucking. His thrusting fuckmeat pushes your tongue down and drives quickly in and out of your lips, spreading his scent and his slime as he holds your head in his claws.
His thrusting grows so intense and his precum so copious that you are certain he is going to cum in your mouth. Instead, the wug pulls out of your mouth, leaving you gasping as he rubs his cock over your lips and chin and smears his slimy precum onto your face.
“We mate now,” he croaks. “Present cunt to me.”
The way he commands you gives you a dark thrill of lust. You hear your sister moaning with pleasure and you know the war leader’s thick cock will feel so good once he squeezes it into your tight pussy. You turn around and raise your ass up, offering your plump bottom and your furry cunt to him.
“Human hair will go,” he croaks, running his fingers over your steamy pussy. “Better when no hair. Only slick warm human. Ready for seed.”
Training to be a huntress with your mother and sister, not to mention spending all those long nights at the Great Library of Akrane, you never imagined yourself on your knees raising your cunt shamefully for a lowly monster like a wug. And yet you feel elation. This is your purpose. You’re a warm cunt for a beast, a fertile womb for his seed, and you are eager to prove your worth to the wug and his tribe.
“Fuck me,” you moan petulantly, rocking your hips from side to side. You even reach a hand between your shapely thighs and stroke the steamy entrance of your cunt.
“Human girl goes mad around wug. You want breeding.”
“Yes, yes,” you gasp, fucking yourself shamelessly with three fingers. “Breed me. Breed my human pussy. Just like my sister.”
“Want breed is good,” croaks the wug. He grips your ass with both of his clammy hands, spreading your cheeks wide and pulling you towards the hot, slimy wedge of his cock. His tip presses at your steamy folds. You push back against him, opening your aching flower around the tip of his cock. He thrusts forward suddenly, pushing his thick, pink fuckmeat into your waiting pussy. He stretches you wide around him as he croaks and fucking his cock deeper. He thrusts in and out and in again and his warm belly presses against your ass.
“Ohhhhhhh,” you moan, tossing your hair across your face as you are mounted by the amphibian war leader. His cock slurps and squelches in and out of your slick pussy. It only gets wetter and messier by the moment as the wug’s copious precum slicks his cock and drools out of your stuffed pussy. It is raunchy and feels incredible. He smacks his hips against your ass, pounding into your pussy and clinging to your plump cheeks with his clawed hands.
The cries of your sister and the croaking of several wugs form the choir singing to the steady drumbeat of the war leader’s amphibian hips slapping against your ass. You gasp with pleasure of your own, feeling your inner muscles clench around the war leader’s cock as an orgasm overcomes any lingering inhibitions. The wug lets out a loud croak of pleasure, slamming you so hard that your breasts swing wildly beneath you as his cock throbs deep inside your shuddering pussy.
“Yesssss!” You wail with ecstasy, cumming as you feel the first pump of the wug’s cock and the hot gush of cum against your fertile womb. It takes only a moment for the island’s magic to work. By the time the second spurt of the wug’s cum pours into your pussy, you know you have been bred and you adore your new master. He pumps you to overflowing with his wonderful amphibian spunk and slowly pulls his shrinking cock out of your cream-stuffed cunt. His thick, warm cream drips from your freshly-fucked folds. You look back at him over your shoulder and gasp, “Oh, thank you, master.”
He laces the loop of a leash around your neck and tightens it up. He stands and gives you a yank to pull you to your feet.
“You bred now,” he croaks. “Ready for barn.”
You remember the horror on Kara’s face when she contemplated that place, but to you, it is wonderful. You can’t wait for your plump breasts to swell with milk and nourish the tribe.
“Yes, master,” you agree, stumbling after him as he tugs your leash. You can feel the wug’s plentiful cum leaking down your thigh.
The barn looms before you. From inside, you can hear women moaning like animals. You know your fate and you love it.
CONTINUE >
Tell Alyssa to kiss you twice
“I accept your offer,” you say, stepping towards the succubus. “But I will bear the full weight of our payment, so long as you do not mean to devour my entire soul.”
“Penny!” Kara cries with alarm, but you hold up a hand to ward her away.
“My sister is in no condition to sacrifice any of her essence to you,” you say, taking another step towards Alyssa. “She will ensure that I do not succumb to my desire to remain here with you once I’ve felt your kiss.”
“Clever,” chuckles the succubus. “Very well, huntress, I agree. But you will feel weakened once I have fed.”
You watch her full lips move as she forms the words, a sensual smile behind what she is saying, and you tremble with desire. You take another step towards the naked demoness and let your fingers lightly caress her arms.
“I understand,” you whisper, leaning up on your tiptoes to bring your lips closer to hers.
Alyssa wraps her arms around you, cradling the back of your neck and head with her hands, raising gooseflesh on your arms and the tiny hairs on your neck. Her soft, warm breasts squeeze against your chest and she hooks one leg around yours, pressing the warmth of her delicate cunt against your thigh. You can feel her sexual heat throbbing through your skirt, a desire that stokes your own so intensely that you moan with lust before your lips even touch hers.
She seizes the moment of your desire, pressing her lips to yours and thrusting her nimble tongue into your mouth. The heat and the sweetness of her mouth sends ripples of pleasure through your body. Your tongue swirls against hers, but you cannot hope to keep pace with the erotic dance the succubus’s tongue performs between your lips. She grinds her cunt against you as the heat becomes overwhelming. You feel a great welling of pleasure and a bubbling of something else, something magical and pleasurable, tingling from within you and rising up and into Alyssa’s sweet lips.
“Mmmmmmmm,” you cry against her mouth and you realize, through a full-body haze of pleasure, that she is drinking your essence. An eternity of ecstasy pours through you as you tremble in her embrace. She pulls her lips away, leaving you gasping and with a stupefied smile on your face.
“Sister!” Kara cries with concern.
Your eyes slowly open and you murmur, “It’s fine, sister. I’m alright.”
You stare up into Alyssa’s beautiful face. Her violet eyes pulse with her magical power. She strokes your hair and murmurs, “Such a sweet feast. I have never tasted a soul like yours.”
“You’ve tasted enough!” Kara pulls at your arm.
“That’s only one kiss,” you murmur, reaching out to embrace Alyssa. “I owe her another.”
The succubus chuckles softly as you kiss her and
thrust your body against hers. You slip your tongue into her mouth, as sweet as honey and as hot as a furnace, and feel the ecstasy of her feeding once more. As you kiss her, you slip your hand between her shapely thighs and press your fingers against the forbidden flower of her pussy. Her folds part so easily and you have two and then three fingers inside her hot, clutching channel. She moans into your kiss, sucking at your soul as she thrusts against your fingers. You feel yourself slipping into her, moment by exquisite moment, each swallow of your essence sending another shockwave of bliss through your body.
Alyssa’s body is so warm and soft around you. Her mouth so inviting. You feel yourself slipping into a perfect darkness inside her. Deeper and deeper.
“Enough!” Kara shouts, slapping you on the face.
You snap out of your pleasure and jerk your head back, breaking the kiss. You feel a wave of weariness, but Alyssa holds you in her arms. Your fingers slip out of her pussy. She smiles sweetly and licks her lips as if mopping up a spot of cream.
“You have paid the price,” says Alyssa. “Shall I make you cum, my sweet huntress?”
“No, that’s enough,” says Kara, pulling at your arm.
“It will not hurt your sister,” says Alyssa. Her eyes flash as she looks into yours and you glimpse a carnal landscape of ecstasy in that fading light. “You have not known pleasure until you have known the pleasure of a succubus. Let me show you, Penelope.”
“Yes,” you whisper softly.
“No, Penny,” says Kara, giving your arm another tug.
“Look away if you do not wish to witness,” says Alyssa to Kara.
The succubus lifts you into her arms and carries you like her bride over to one of the couches. She eases you down upon your back, unlacing your bodice as she kisses your neck. She frees your breasts from your bra, lifts your skirt, and slips off your panties.
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