“I can’t leave you,” says Alyssa. You look back at your mother. She has rallied and is stalking towards you and the fallen demoness.
“Go now, damn you!” You push her away and rise to your feet. “Go!!”
You catch one glimpse of Alyssa’s glorious beauty, wounded, but unbroken, rising swiftly into the air and towards the broken dome of the temple. You smile, knowing that Alyssa will escape, and turn your attention back to your mother just in time to meet her charge.
“We will find her eventually,” roars your mother. “I will pluck her wings myself!”
“You’ve gone mad!” You cry, meeting her swinging arms with your sword. You open bloody wounds on her forearm. She twists her hand, covering your hands completely in her giant hand and crushing your fingers around the grip of your kirana. Pain shoots through your fingers and you release your grip. The blade drops from your hands with a clatter and your mother backhands you to the ground. Your head cracks against the tiles of the temple floor.
As you lay there, half-conscious, you feel yourself being dragged and hear your mother saying, “Bind her to the altar. We will commence the birthing.”
You lift your dizzy head from the stone of the altar, blinking away the blackness.
“What is… what are you doing?”
“Silly girl,” says your mother, stroking you almost sweetly. “You will still serve your purpose.”
Red-robed handmaidens step out of the darkness around you and bind your legs wide apart and your wrists to iron loops in the edges of the altar. Your mother leans over you, her wounds already fading form her face. “The time has come, Penny. It is time for the birthing of Our God.”
CONTINUE >
Join Alyssa in the Abyss as her queen
Orsen Castillo looks at you pleadingly. He desperately wants to leave this island behind. Alyssa smiles seductively with a knowing glow in her violet eyes. Gazing into those beautiful eyes is all it takes for you to decide the matter. She knows as well as you that you have done things in your journey across the cursed island that you can never take back. You even chose a demoness over your own mother. You cannot heal such misdeeds by slaughtering monsters.
With Zhibbareth buried beneath his fallen temple, you have done more than your duty to mankind. It is time to retire from the field with your sins and discover what other pleasures Alyssa and her Palace of Crimson Silk. You will embrace your inner evil and surrender to boundless lust to become a succubus.
“Alyssa,” you say, taking her hands and stepping closer. “I accept your offer. I will join you as your queen.”
“Oh?” A smile of sinister joy spreads across her face. “Very good, my sweet. Let us leave these humans to their little boat and I will help you discover your true potential.”
You barely even hear Orsen’s objection as Alyssa folds you in her arms, squeezing you tight against the warm softness of her breasts as she leaps into the air. The stormy skies open up and a ray of almost heavenly light surrounds you and the demoness in golden light. She carries you back across the island in her arms and brings you to the entrance to the Palace of Crimson Silk.
“Will this transformation be painful?” You ask as she leads you into the sumptuous parlor.
“There will be pain, yes,” she says. “But it will only heighten the pleasure by contrast.”
She presses a soft kiss to your lips and you breathe in the sweet scent of her natural perfume. She kisses you again and again, gently, as she slips the pack off your shoulders and begins to undress you. Her fingers unlace your bodice and free your sword belt. Alyssa’s whores emerge from behind the red curtain to take your belongings and clothing as you are undressed completely. Alyssa’s practiced hands caress your soft breasts, trace the curves of your hips, and cup your buttocks.
She crouches before you, teasing her fingers up and down your body, pressing kisses to your trembling flesh here and there as she explores you with her lips. You moan softly as she kisses your mound and her tongue slips delicately over your clit. You stroke the curling horns on her head and step your feet apart to give her more access. She nuzzles between your legs, breathing your scent and planting hot kisses along your inner thighs and right up to the folds of your quim.
You begin to moan and work your hips, desperately trying to fuck against her tongue, but Alyssa won’t permit you such pleasure. She stands up and walks towards the red curtain, her shapely hips swaying and her tail curling playfully. She glances at you over her shoulder and says, “Come with me?”
She leads you through the crimson halls and bedchambers of the whores to a room protected by her bird-headed male warriors. You can feel as much as hear a slow pounding sound from behind the guarded door. Alyssa steps forward and the men, one with the head of a pigeon and the other with the plumage of a cockatiel, step aside.
“This way,” she says to you without looking back. She enters the chamber and at once you are struck by the magical energy in the room. A gigantic heart, glowing with violet light hangs in midair, beating and sending out pulses of magical force that ripple through the room. Alyssa approaches the heart and runs her finger over its throbbing flesh, raising motes of glittering magical dust. “This is my heart, Penelope. To transform you, I must give a part of it to you. Come closer.”
You step beside her, feeling each pulse of magical energy tingling over your naked body with each throb of the giant heart. Alyssa takes your hand and lifts it up to the heart and you moan as the erotic power of it seems to vibrate through your body. It is the center of all her magical power; the heart of a demon queen, beating beneath your fingers.
“Are you ready?” She asks.
“Yes,” you say, whispering softly.
“Be certain, Penelope,” she murmurs, cradling your cheeks and brushing your lock of white hair away with her thumb. “There is no turning back.”
Confronted with her power in this inner sanctum and facing her exquisite beauty, you can imagine no better fate than to spend eternity by her side. You nod, tears welling in your eyes as you say, “Yes, Alyssa. I will be your queen. We will rule the—“
She kisses you hungrily and at once you feel the intense thrill of her siphoning your essence. Violet sparks flit about her face and sparkle in her eyes as she drinks your life force through the steamy kiss. You sag into her arms, submitting to the predatory embrace, feeling your essence slipping away even as orgasmic contractions ripple through you and seem to synchronize with the giant, beating heart.
Your legs give out even as pleasure continues to throb inside you. In this moment, you would willingly give her all your life force and it seems she is eager to drink it all. Her eyes blaze with refreshed power and she holds you upright easily. The world around you begins to dim, but still you see the beating of that violet, incandescent heart.
Alyssa slowly pulls her lips away, violet strands of magical electricity bridging the space between her lips and yours for a moment. You are barely able to keep your eyes open, but you smile serenely at her.
“That was the nice part,” she says. “This next part will be less nice. For both of us.”
She holds you up with one arm and plunges her fingers into the beating heart. Purple blood flows from the wound as she tears out a twitching handful of magical flesh, like the pulp of an overripe plum. Her face is contorted in agony as she presses the fruit to your lips. Darkness closes around you, but the moment Alyssa’s heart’s blood touches your tongue, you feel the rush of power. Your eyes open wide as she thrusts the still-twitching flesh into your mouth. It squirms to the back of your throat and she pushes your jaws closed so you cannot spit it back out.
“Swallow,” she gasps.
“Mmmm!” You want to spit it out. The spice of it is revolting, dripping with unctuous demonic evil, like a bit of gristle trying to slither down your throat. You cannot fight it. You gulp the hot demonic flesh and feel it sliding down your throat. It reaches your belly like a hot coal, heat radiating through you and growing hotter and hotter,
from fever, to searing jungle, to the baking of an invisible oven. Alyssa steps back and allows you to drop to your knees.
You double over in agony. The pain is as if your body is at war with itself. Horns burst, blood, from your forehead, curling back over your hairline. Wings claw their way out through the flesh of your back, spilling more blood down your pale flesh as it begins to take on a lavender tint. Your waist narrows, your hips swell, and your breasts burst forth in prominence and superhuman pertness. Your eyes burn and you rub at them even as you feel the pain of a serpentine tail being born from your spine.
You collapse completely, retching, but unable to vomit out the evil that has already fused and changed your flesh. You open your eyes, staring up at Alyssa and seeing her in strange new detail. You sense her malevolent power in glowing wisps that curl around her head and link her to the massive heart still dripping with fresh blood.
“Welcome, Penelope,” she says, taking your hand and helping you to your feet.
“I am a demon?” You say, your voice sounding huskier and more sensual.
“You are magnificent,” says Alyssa. “We are linked to one another for all of eternity. Part of me is inside you and your essence is in my veins. We are together.”
She embraces you and kisses you. At first you are too stunned to react, but her hungry kiss and eager tongue seduce you into a passionate embrace. Her tail wraps around your waist and your tail curls around her thigh and down her leg.
“Together,” she moans between kisses. “Together for all of eternity. Your power and mine. We will rule the abyss.”
You kiss her with joy, laughing against her lips, your perfect tits pressed against hers as you sink down to the floor together. You make love beneath the beating demonic heart, its glowing bathing your naked body and hers in violet light. You feel the power of a succubus in your every motion, your body moving with confidence you have never known before. Instinctively, you know how to touch Alyssa exactly as she knows to touch you, eliciting gasps of pleasure and building together in a mutual orgasmic crescendo.
“We will rule,” you laugh as aftershocks of pleasure shake your body.
Your adventure on the island of Ctharne is at an end, but the entire abyss awaits your conquest.
THE END
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Try to free Kara from her bindings
Although Kara seems weakened, you lack any confidence in your ability to confront your giantess mother. You do not even know how to approach her; how to conceive a strategy that would lead to victory.
“Kara,” you whisper. Your sister looks at you and you make a gesture with your fingers. She seems to center herself and she nods weakly. Casting the spell is difficult with your hands restrained, but you manage to spill a lash of violet magical flame from your fingertips. It engulfs Kara’s wrist, burning away the rope bind her to the altar without hurting her skin. She quickly rolls her shoulder and unties her other wrist.
Kara gets her feet free as your mother realizes what is happening and bellows with rage. Kara rolls quickly off the altar as your mother’s two giant fists slam down on the stone hard enough to crack the altar. Kara bolts for the pile of your belongings, scooping up the kirana she had given to you and swinging it just in time to ward off an attack from your mother. For a moment, you think Kara has the strength and agility to best the giantess. As they trade blows, even as Kara’s blade opens gashes on your mother’s huge hands and her muscular forearms, you see the strength fading from your sister’s swings.
“You have no power,” laughs your mother, her eyes glowing with her fury. “You should have surrendered to your destiny.”
“Never!” Kara wails, her voice hoarse with desperate rage as she swings again and again. Her charge manages to drive your mother back a few steps before your mother’s huge hand closes on Kara’s fists and you hear a sickening crack of bones. The sword drops from Kara’s grasp and her fingers dangle uselessly, dripping blood from her ruptured digits.
“Silly girl,” says Kara, palming your sister’s face and lifting her up by her head. With a quick jerk of her arm, your mother breaks Kara’s neck. She tosses your sister aside like garbage. Her eyes blaze as she stalks back to the altar.
“Kara,” you whimper.
“Was a fool,” says your mother. “But it will be your double honor to bring Zhibbareth into this world!”
Two emaciated, hooded men stagger towards the altar, their bodies carved with still-bloody symbols and swirls of magical importance. These runes seem to writhe against their pale skin, making your belly twist in knots as they climb onto the platform that supports the altar. Their flaccid cocks dangle between their scrawny thighs.
One of the armored warriors escorting these grotesque figures carries a box of black wood carved with intricate symbols. Your mother gazes at you with contempt as she flips the lid of the box opens and takes out a wriggling length of gelatinous black flesh. She grips this flesh from both ends, grimaces, and tears it into two pieces. Your giantess mother carries these roughly equal halves of squirming black flesh to the gaunt, hooded men. They jerk and twist as if they can sense the evil flesh approaching. The guards have to take hold of them to keep the men in place as your mother holds the black flesh down to their flaccid cocks.
You stare in wide-eyed horror as the writhing darkness latches onto them, swallowing up their penises and testicles and binding tightly to their hips. Both men scream in wordless agony, jerking and twisting in the iron-shod grasp of the warriors. You watch veins of black spread through their body, seeming to reach up to their chests and down their pallid legs. The men stop thrashing and you gasp in horror as you realize the wriggling black flesh, attached to each man like parasite, is swelling and elongating into a cock with the look of glistening pitch. These profane appendages twist and squirm as if they are seeking your naked body.
“The sacrifices,” says your mother, “will claim your body for Zhibbareth and give themselves to you utterly.”
“N-no,” you gasp. “No, mother, you can’t. What are those things!?”
“The flesh of our god!” Your mother exults. “Preserved for thousands of years to sow the seed within a proper vessel. Within you, my daughter.”
The gaunt men begin to climb atop the altar. One moves towards your spread legs and the other approaches your head, crawling towards you until he is straddling your breasts and his cock, warm and moist and writhing, is thrust into your face. You twist your head and try to keep it away from your mouth. The stench of it is both vile and strangely arousing. You can see bumps and ridges forming and receding across the surface of the glistening black cock.
“Do not fight it,” she warns. “Pleasure might become pain.”
The gaunt figure straddling your breasts grabs your hair and jerks roughly. You cry out and he thrusts his blasphemous cock into your mouth. A bitter taste cats your tongue as he fucks between your lips. You try to bite down, but it is useless; the cock, like rubber, simply resists your teeth. It stretches and grows and pushes into your throat, gagging you and stifling any cries of fear forming there. Your eyes water as you look up at the rune-carved flesh of the man atop you, his body scrawled with pulsing veins of black that reach like roots from the cock.
Worse than this violation is the sensation of the other cock pressing at your cuntlips. You gurgle with fear as it surges forward, filling you with slimy warmth and burrowing deep into your body.
“Let it go,” coos your mother. “There is only pain in resisting. Accept the flesh of Zhibbareth, yield to his power, and you will know his glory.”
Tears stream heavily from your eyes as the monstrous cock violates your throat and the other pumps in and out of your slick pussy. The gaunt men rasp and drool bloody saliva from beneath their hoods. Their claw like hands with broken fingernails clutch at your tender flesh as they fuck in and out of your throat and cunt. You are beaten and as you accept that the fear and pain recede.
You submit to the vil
e pleasure as foul-smelling slime drips from their cocks and spills down your throat. They move more and more furiously, their rippling appendages awakening unexpected pleasure within your body. You begin to buck your hips and your mother moans softly with joy.
“Good girl,” she says, reaching down to stroke your hair. “Take them. Take their seed. Your body is the doorway and that flesh is the key. Let them unlock you.”
Madness closes in around you as you feel your first orgasm rippling through your body. You arch against your restraints and gulp around the cock plunging in and out of your throat. Both gaunt figures begin to thrust wildly, screeching with their own rising pleasure. You feel the tension building in their hands. They screech like boiling kettles, thrust forward, and hilt their writhing cocks in your throat and fertile cunt.
Their cocks bulge impossibly and seem almost to burst inside you, gushing massive quantities of liquid that immediately overflows your pussy and spurts into your sinuses and out of your nose. Your body shakes with a fresh orgasm and the joy of impregnation takes hold. It grows more and more potent, sending tremors through your body as they continue to gush inside you again and again. Both figures begin to wither as if their orgasm is draining their life force.
No, more than their life force, their boneless flesh rolls and crumples in on itself as they empty everything inside you in an endless black flood of evil cum. The man between your thighs falls backwards into the pit and the one atop your face topples off the altar like a dried husk of corn. Their cocks are still burrowing into you, filling you, bulging your belly and throat, making your breasts and nipples swell.
“Agggrggrg!” You gurgle, black cum pouring out of your mouth. Your stomach swells larger and larger. Your inflating breasts begin to spurt fountains of black like ink from your swollen nipples. Your orgasms continue as you feel contractions take hold of your uterus and something deep within you beginning to emerge from your body.
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