“Mmmmmm,” you moan around her nipple. Your lips pop free of her breast, leaving her nipple glistening. “You want to show your appreciation?”
“Yesss,” she hisses. You laugh as you kiss her.
“Alright,” you say, moving beside her and pressing one hand against the cool earth of the cliff. You push your ass out and reach back with your free hand to flip up your skirt, exposing your plump, panty-cradled ass. You run your hand over your ass, teasing the waist of your panties lower to expose more of the cleavage of your bottom. “Show your appreciation, Alyssa.”
“Oooh, naughty girl,” she giggles, moving behind you and caressing your thighs up to your hips. “With pleasure.”
She drops to a crouch behind you and drags down your panties, kissing each inch of pale ass-flesh as she exposes it. Her lips smack wetly against your cheeks. She moves back and forth until your panties beneath your bottom. She pulls them lower still, exposing the steamy heat of your lightly tufted cunt to the water-cooled air.
“Lick it,” you say, reaching back to spread your ass. “Lick my ass.”
The comely succubus moans with lust as she runs her tongue from your tender perineum to the hot, sensitive clench of your asshole. You look away and lean your face against the cool, earthen cliff face as Alyssa rolls her hot tongue around and around your tender asshole. As she rims your dainty pink pucker, she cups your pussy and grinds her palm against your hot folds and the throbbing bud of your clit. Each dart of her tongue against your tender divot sends pleasure crackling from your asshole to your clit and up your spine.
“Ohhhhhh, Alyssa,” you moan, arching your back and push your ass out to smother her face. She laps hungrily at your naughty hole and begins to fuck you with her fingers. The pleasure is exquisite and dirty and exactly what you needed.
“Look at you,” sneers your mother’s voice in your head. “Bent over and offering yourself like a banquet for that succubus. Is her tongue all the way up your ass?”
“Ooooh,” you moan aloud. “Not yet.”
“Not yet?” Asks Alyssa, lifting her head and obviously confused by your comment. You reach back and grab the her head pulling her face into your ass.
“Fuck my ass with your tongue,” you hiss.
“Disgusting,” murmurs your mother’s voice. “I should have known you were a little anal pervert. Reading books warps your mind.”
“Says the woman in the service of a rapacious demon god,” you reply mentally, masking your focus with a moan of pleasure as Alyssa’s tongue delves deep into your ass. The succubus pumps her fingers into your pussy and drills her twirling tongue deep up your tender asshole.
“The Great One would frown upon this,” says your mother, sounding scandalized.
“Really? I can’t… ohhhh… this is so good, mother,” you reply to her mentally, but moan aloud at the end of your sentence.
“Of course it feels good,” she coos condescendingly. “You are being pleasured by a succubus. It’s what they do. Go on then, cum for your little purple-haired whore. Cum with her tongue up your ass, my perverted daughter.
“Oh, yes, don’t stop,” you cry out to Alyssa as your pleasure approaches its crescendo. She murmurs with lust, her tongue vibrating in your ass as you crash into a knee-wobbling climax. Your ass clenches against Alyssa’s plunging tongue and your pussy spasms around her fingers with orgasmic pulses. You bounce your soft ass against her face as she moans with lust. In your mind, you hear your mother’s disgust as a sort of elongated groan, but she refrains from talking any further.
Your last spasms of pleasure subside and you finally let Alyssa lift her face from your ass. She kisses your cheeks adoringly and gently slips her fingers from your pussy. She looks up at you as she sucks your cum from her fingers.
“My turn,” you say, pulling her to her feet and pushing her back against the cliff face. You kiss her hungrily, tasting yourself on her lips and eager tongue. You push her shapely thighs apart and roughly fuck three fingers into her steamy cunt.
You hold her pinned to the wall as you finger-fuck the succubus and share an intense kiss. You feel the hint of her magic in that kiss, but you do not break free or scold her. You let her have a taste. You swirl that sweet morsel of your essence between your tongues as your fingers drive Alyssa to an orgasm that seems breathtakingly intense. She arches against you, pushing up off the cliff face and pumping her hips to fuck against your fingers.
As she gasps into the kiss, you feel her pussy squeezing against your fingers. The contractions slowly wane and you slip your fingers from her fluttering fucksleeve. You pull those fingers to your lips and to hers, sharing the taste of her sex as your tongues weave between your spread fingers. She looks into your eyes, violet magic flashing as she sucks your middle finger clean.
“Shall we try something else fun?” She says, raising an eyebrow. “I have that naughty little trick for you. A nice cock for you to be fucked with. Would you like that?”
“More than anything,” you say. “But we must be on our way. There is still light in the sky and we should take advantage of it.”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” says Alyssa, giving your other fingers a good suck before relinquishing your hand.
“You are one step closer to having your soul devoured by a succubus,” mutters your mother’s voice in your head. “I hope it was worth it.”
“It was,” you say aloud as Alyssa conjures her travel clothing onto her shapely body.
“What was that?” She asks, sliding her arm through yours.
“Nothing,” you say. “Let us be on our way.”
You rejoin the path and continue your journey through the dark forest. 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 >
Scream in terror
The despair hits you as you stare at the tortured flesh of the man climbing atop you, from the runes carved into his arms, chest, and abdomen to the writhing black thing that rises from his groin. That horrible thing has the shape of a man’s cock, but this is no human appendage. The black cock pulsates with need as if it yearns to burrow into your delicate folds.
The bollocks throb with unholy seed and the bulbous cap seems to rotate slowly and drip vile fluids onto the stone of the altar between your parted legs. The tip splits open into four petals lined with suckers and reveals an elongated, pear-shaped tip of pink flesh. This is a nightmare and your body is meant to receive it.
“No, no, no,” you whisper, your voice growing louder with each repetition. “No, no, no, no, NO! NOOOOOO!”
You kick at the man and try to scramble away from him.
“Be calm,” says your mother and she grabs your wrists in her huge hands and pins them to the stone altar.
“Please, mommy,” you wail. “Please, no, stop this! Help me! GODS NO! NOOOO!”
Your mother hisses with annoyance, her huge hands easily pinning you down to the altar. You try to kick and twist, but soon this hooded monstrosity is atop you and its vile cock is creeping between your legs. Its touch is almost painfully hot. The symbol on your mound pulses with soothing pleasure, but it does not alleviate your fear. You whimper as the scarred man and his hideous cock climb atop you. Blood drips from beneath his hood and steaming liquid smears across your cont, making you whine with horror.
“NoOoOOOOOoooooo,” you wail, tears pouring down your cheeks.
It is not enough. Nothing seems to move your mother as she watches intently. Her gaze is fixed upon the hideous, inhuman cock as it
rubs against your tender opening. The man covered in carved runes is not large, but he thrusts his cock into you with the savage force of a man twice his size.
The unfurled petals of black clamp to your cunt like a sucking mouth and the hot, pink tip of the inner cock spears deep into your cunt. It burrows through your tender channel, almost scalding you as it seeks out your fertile womb. You feel it against your cervix, pressing once. The tortured man jerks his hips and pulls his cock back. With a rasp of pleasure, he thrusts again. The hot tip of the cock slams against your cervix and punches into your tender womb. You wail in shock at the depth of this strange violation. You feel tiny tendrils wriggling along the shaft of this delicate inner phallus as the man begins to thrust atop you and fuck his inhuman member in and out of your cunt’s deepest reaches.
“Oh, gods, please,” you cry, helpless to stop what is happening. “Please! No more! It hurts! It hurtssssss!”
The pain of each stroke slams into your womb, but even worse is the pleasure that radiates through you a moment after each stroke. It is as if the pain echoes through you and becomes that agonizing pleasure. You are wracked by this deepest violation and yet your breasts shudder and your mouth hangs open in a wordless cry of pleasure.
Your orgasm nearly drives you over the edge of madness. The monstrous cock plunders your womb with each stroke and you arch beneath the man as your inner walls ripple and squeeze at his wriggling, unholy fuckmeat. In those throes, you feel yourself opening up inside to that evil. He bellows within his hood, dripping blood and saliva all over your chest as he thrusts deep into your cunt. His cock seems to swell and swell and suddenly burst inside you.
Almost painfully hot liquid gushes deep into your womb. It is a flood that does not relent, soaking into your depths and overflowing your cunt to pour out across the altar in a black pool. With each pulse, another spurt, and with each spurt, the human begins to deflate. He shrivels and empties inside you until there is nothing but the black cock and two drained bollocks hanging from your cunt with a tiny remnant of the man, like a deflated water skin, all that remains.
The husk of the man falls away as your belly begins to bulge. For a moment, you are lost in the gravid afterglow of your orgasm. You smile, somehow understanding that the deed has been done and you are impregnated.
Your mother strokes you and kisses your forehead. She whispers, “He comes...”
The first birth pang shoots through your body and you wail in sudden pain. The second pang hits you and a hand seems to push from within your bulging belly. You look from your enormous stomach to your mother in a panic.
“Don’t fight it, my sweet,” she cries. “Release him. Release the Great One into this world! Your body is the gateway!”
You are overwhelmed by powerful waves of contractions. Whatever that cock put inside you seems to be moving, pressing against your cervix from inside your womb and gradually opening you up, wider and wider. With a sudden lurch, the unholy, writhing blackness of Zhibbareth begins to vomit forth from your distended cunt. It spews in a pulsing stream, heavier and lighter based on the force of your contractions, but unending as it sprays across the altar and spills into the pit.
Only… it does not fall into the pit. It floats into the air above that bottomless hole, forming a swirling sphere of malevolent, black flesh that grows larger and larger by the moment. Your belly deflates and still the black flesh sprays from your convulsing cunt. Impossible quantities of squirming black flesh slide out from your pussy. Your breasts swell grotesquely and black milk drips from your nipples. You feel as if you are dying and yet you are laughing and crying with joy as you watch Zhibbareth take shape in the air. In his glorious arrival, you see the folly that was mankind, daring to stand against the monsters and your place, now, as the daughter of a huntress, to become the mother of the god of monsters.
The rune on your mons pulses brightly with each spasm of pleasure. At last, after seemingly hours of birthing and millennia of waiting, Zhibbareth hovers before you as a swirling black mass. A single massive eye opens. The glistening red orb stares down upon your exhausted body. It slowly focuses on your mother, weeping by your side.
“All hail Zhibbareth!” She rapturously cries and you chorus with her as she repeats, “All hail Zhibbareth!”
A voice in your head, like many speaking at once declares, "My brides… my mothers… I am returned. My new reign begins upon this earth. No flesh shall be spared."
CONTINUE >
Convince Zhibbareth you are both worthy
Zhibbareth is offering you the solitary title of queen, his only bride, and your heart swells with joy at such an honor. His cock pounds into your womb with the force of a battering ram and his writhing body slams against your ass with each thrust. You can feel that massive cock straining near the brink of unleashing the hot tide of his cum inside your body. Will he sow his seed again?
You dream of such good fortune, of being his gravid queen alone, but you know that his offer contains a threat directed at your mother. She might be reduced to a handmaiden or worse, cast down into the breeding pits, fused to the living chambers of the nurseries, nothing more than a womb and breasts trapped to be used by the lower monsters for reproduction. No, whatever your mother has done in the past, she does not deserve such a fate.
“M-my beloved,” you gasp, “I will be your queen as long as you grant me that honor. B-but my mother…”
“Is not as worthy as you,” he rasps and a prehensile black tongue slides from his mouth and curls around your throat. It cinches tight enough to make breathing a little difficult. His black saliva drips down your chest in hot trickles and drips from your swinging tits.
“She created me,” you gasp.
“I created you!” He roars and his cock bulges and throbs painfully inside you.
“Created us both,” you gasp. “We both adore you, oh Great One. Please… I love her less than you, but I still love her. She is…”
“WEAK!” He roars and slams you face down on the ground. He plunges his cock harder into you as his black body practically smothers you. It feels as if your flesh is reaching its limit. If he fucks you any harder his massive cock is going to spear through the walls of your cunt and kill you. “Thought you were stronger.”
“Stronger,” you gasp, barely able to breathe as his cock jams against your womb and swells inside you. “S-stronger together. Serve you… serve you better. Two queens.”
“RAAAAAA!” He thrusts into you and his cock jerks with the force of a kicking mule. It dazes you with pain and suddenly his hot cum is spraying inside your stretched cunt, filling and overflowing your womb, and spraying out around each stroke of his godcock. You are near the point of blacking out from the overwhelming sensations, both painful and orgasmic, as you are smothered by his thrusting bulk. His cum pumps and pumps and pours down your thighs and splashes to the ground, spreading beneath your crushed breasts and under your legs.
His cock leaves you with a loud slurp and another gush of trapped liquid pattering down from your stretched and aching cunt. You whimper and gasp for air, relieved to be alive.
“Stronger,” says Zhibbareth. “Together. Mother and daughter. Serve together. Very well. There will be two queens of Ctharne.”
“T-thank you,” you moan.
“Now I require another general and your womb will provide him to me.”
He recedes into the pit, leaving you awash in his seed. You smile as you weakly push yourself up on your hands and knees. You are still alive and you have saved your mother from a possible fate worse than death.
More importantly, you can feel the Great One’s seed has taken root inside you. Tears of joy spill from your eyes, washing away some of Zhibbareth’s lingering cum. The black spunk coats much of your body as you rise shakily to your feet.
You are still alive and still a bride of Zhibbareth.
CONTINUE >
Attack
You never imagined trying to fight your own mother, but she has gone mad and
it seems to be the only choice left to you and your succubus companion.
“We fight,” you growl through clenched teeth.
“I’m with you,” says Alyssa.
You draw your pistols and fire them both almost simultaneously upward at your mother’s giant face. She flinches away and when she looks back you see one of your shots has scored a gouge from her cheek. Blood trickles down her face and drips to her bare breasts. She roars with anger. You draw your sword and charge, crossing the distance as Alyssa launches into the air.
The succubus flies directly at your mother’s face and rakes her savage claws across your mother’s chin, cheek, and brow. Blood blossoms from the wound and Alyssa tries to leap over and behind your mother. Your mother howls in rage that shakes within your mind and she grabs Alyssa by the succubus’s ankles. Your mother flings Alyssa across the room with incredible force and slams her into the wall. You hear a sickening crunch of bone and Alyssa plummets to the ground amid a shower of masonry with one wing folded grotesquely.
“Alyssa!” You cry out with concern, fearing the succubus has been slain. You slash repeatedly at your mother with your kirana, forcing the giantess back and slicing her fingers and hands. Your blade forces your mother to break off her defense and retreat almost to the stone altar. You do not push the attack, instead rushing to the fallen succubus to be certain she is alive.
“Did you get her?” Alyssa asks, smiling weakly as blood trickles from her head. You help her to sit up. Other than some cuts on her head and the crumpled wing, she seems intact.
“No,” you say. “Can you still fly?”
“I-I think so,” says the succubus.
You wipe blood from her cheek and lean down to kiss her. It is a deep, heartfelt kiss, but only lasts for a moment.
“Go then,” you say. “I will end this with that giant bitch one way or another.”
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