In the distance, you hear the thump of the drums from the village. Your people know what has happened. What has been done. The sound thrums through you once more. You throw back your head, brown hair flashing with white in the moonlight. Your voluptuous figure, the figure of fertility, stark against the rising moon.
You fuck your immense lover long into the night, feeling him fill you with his mighty seed again and again. Clutches of young already gestating in your warm womb. Your body changing in answer to the need of the wugs. You clutch your breasts, moaning and rubbing yourself as you imagine the creamy bounty they soon shall give. Food for your tribe. The first of many.
As the Deep One cums again within you, your lashes flutter. The last thing you see before a sedated sleep overtakes you is the gravid moon glowing above the glittering sea.
CONTINUE >
Submit to the demonic hunger of her tail
Perhaps it is the curiosity of a researcher, but as you stare at the beguiling demoness's tail, you are fascinated by its strange, mouth-like opening and the promise that it will rather efficiently dispose of your soul. You have already resigned yourself to giving up your very essence as a meal to this beautiful succubus and now you have the opportunity to learn more about her curious anatomy. Others would be afraid of the strange appendage; you are a huntress.
"Your tail," you say, reaching out and stroking it with your fingers.
"Really?" She raises an eyebrow. "So many would be afraid of it. But the pleasure will be just as exquisite, I promise you. It will be quick, my dear, and my tail will drink every drop of your soul. That's what you desire, isn't it?"
"Y-yes," you say, trying to smile through your fear and elation. You tremble at the thought of your impending doom, but you crave this end. She is so beautiful. She is like a goddess. She deserves to feast upon your soul.
"Lie back now, sweet one. Relax." Her hand guides you into a comfortable position on the cushions. She urges you to bend your knees and expose your aching cunt. Alyssa's fingers caress the tender velvet of your folds and stroke lightly against your clit, sending a pulse of pleasure through your body. Her tail slips over your shoulder and you lift your head to watch as that strange, mouth-like opening draws closer and closer. Alyssa whispers, "Do not be afraid, Penelope. I would never hurt you."
You nod at her, but still your body tenses as you watch that warm, purple serpent slither between your legs. The glistening open approaches your cunt and you feel the heat radiating from it, like an ember placed on the bed only inches from your clenched anus.
It leaps the last few inches with a sudden jump and you cry out as the warm mouth of the tail opens against your tender pussy. There is a momentary prickling sensation all around your vulva, as if thousands of tiny whiskers are brushing against your most sensitive flesh. The tail begins to suck and such sensations are insignificant. The sucking tail draws on your folds and your clit in one pulsing suction, rhythmic and warm and bathing you in some strange, slippery liquid. The pleasure is immediate and growing sharply with each pulse of suction.
"Oh... oh gods... it's wonderful," you moan, grasping your breasts and pinching your nipples to season the raw pleasure wracking your body. Your hips move without you thinking about moving them and the tail seems to suck harder and harder. The tail glows from within as it drinks your essence.
Alyssa reaches down and cradles your cheek. You look up at her adoringly, your eyes wide with pleasure and your mouth unable to find words as you open and close it uselessly. She says, "Shhhhhh. Do you feel the darkness coming? Do not be afraid, Penelope. That is me. You're going to be inside me for all of time. And you will be reborn and serve with your sister."
"Kara," you gasp.
"Yes, Kara," says Alyssa. "She is with me already. Slip into the darkness like a warm bath. It feels so good, doesn't it?"
It does, but you can't form another word to tell her. You can feel your heartbeat slowing and your body withering as she drinks up every drop of your essence. Your eyes close and you feel yourself falling into that warm, warm darkness. You hear a final slurp of suction as the tail draws your soul inside the demoness.
“Goodbye, sweet huntress,” whispers Alyssa. “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 and Kara are both 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 is all that matters to you now. Your quest, the Great One, and your mother have all been forgotten.
"Your sister will serve just as eagerly, won't you Kara?"
Your sister smiles warmly and steps forward to take Alyssa's hand. The succubus guides her towards you.
"Yes, mistress," coos Kara. You embrace your sister and kiss her with the desire of a lover.
“Oh, Penny, it is so good to see you,” she says, her lingerie-wrapped body so lovely against your own.
Alyssa embraces you both and says, “My lovely huntresses. You will serve me now and forever.”
“Yes, mistress,” you and Kara joyfully cry.
You and your sister have been consumed by the succubus. You are now, and will forever be, whores in the Palace of Crimson Silk.
CONTINUE >
Into the swamp
The crevasse stretches long and the land begins to curve downward. Once you find the remains of a rope bridge, little more than the pegs with tattered rope hanging from them. You peer over the edge, but the night has masked the depths of the crevasse in darkness, and only a moaning wind reaches you. A heavy lump of worry settles in your stomach as you continue on.
You see the sea in the distance, glittering silver in the moonlight as the lands slopes down. You wrinkle your nose at a heavy stench wafting from the trees. A swamp stretches out below, curving along the shoreline and the crevasse. Peering past, you see it climbs back upward inland at the far end.
Kara frowns with irritation. “Be careful,” she says. “The worst sorts of monsters lurk in swamps.”
You nod firmly, and pick your down the hill and beneath the trees.
It’s not too bad among the swamp, though far from ideal. The waters are low along the trail and the earth soft and moist. It sucks at your feet as you journey and you grimace at the sound it makes. Trees and fens spring up in tangles all around you. There is a sickly scent in the air, heavy and musty. The sky is overcast and beneath it, the whole region takes on a black tint like seeing it through a filter.
Kara is soon breathing heavily from the effort of slogging through the sucking earth and you’re little better off. Looking about for a place to rest, you spot a felled tree rising out of the waters.
“We’ll rest there.”
Kara looks up and sees the log. She nods wordlessly and together you make your way to it. Wearily sitting down, you let your legs hang over the edge and try to catch your breath.
Sitting there you bring out the last of your food and pass the canteen to your sister. Wordlessly she takes it, tips it back, and drinks deeply. She gasps as she finishes, wiping her mouth before handing back the bottle.
“Thanks,” she says.
“No problem.” You hook the canteen back onto your side. As you wait you bring out your family’s codex and leaf through the pages.
“Is that what you’ve been working on?”
You look up with a small start. A blush immediately paints your face. “Oh. Um, yes,” you say, brushing a lock of brain hair back behind your ear. “It’s been very helpful so far, actually. I don’t know how far I might have come if not for it.” You laugh nervously.
Kara eyes the book attentively, her golden eyes so like your own. But different. Flatter, more cold. She extends a
hand. “May I?”
A sudden surge of possessiveness fills you, but you bury it soon after. “Sure,” you say with more enthusiasm than you feel. Tentatively you pass the book to her. Kara gives a nod of thanks and props it open on her lap. Thoughtfully she leafs through the first few pages, her eyes flickering among the words. You sit, tense and pensive. You feel oddly naked without the codex. But it’s your sister. She has every right to see your family’s store of knowledge.
Still, it’s not without a sigh of relief that Kara returns the book to you. “It’s good,” she says. “You’ve done well for it.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
“I never had much time for them,” Kara says with her typical plain honesty. She looks away into the swamp. “Experience is the best teacher. I thought.”
You nod. This aspect of your sister you’ve never forgotten. It’s doubtless why she was the one who first followed in your mother’s footsteps. The thought reminds you of what Kara said of your mother. Could she truly be a traitor? Lured you both here? You swallow thickly, and realize Kara has grown rather still.
“Kara?”
“Penny,” you sister says with deliberate calm. “Don’t move. They’re all around us.”
The hair on the back of neck prickles at Kara’s words. You realize suddenly that the swamp has grown very quiet. You clench your hands on your knees and narrow your eyes, trying surreptitiously to see your surroundings.
“I can’t…I don’t see anything,” you whisper.
“But you can feel it, right?” your sister says softly.
You nod subtly to that. “Maybe a Visserin,” you say quietly. “They tend to lurk in swamps. Like a grellin except with rows of sharp teeth.”
“Don’t think I fought that,” Kara says quietly. Her eyes narrow further. “Penny. By the tree.”
Your golden eyes flick aside. At first you see nothing. Then, your eyes make out a difference in the overgrowth. A shadow among darkness. A squat, frog-like creature with a pale stomach and webbed fingers. Caked in mud, it blends in with its surroundings easily. Its mouth is thin lipped like a massive gash in its neckless head and its bulging eyes are dark and unfathomable. A crude belt hangs about its waist and it grips a spear in one webbed hand.
“Wugs,” you breathe.
“Where there’s one, there’s twenty,” Kara mutters.
“What does it want?”
“What they all want,” Kara says. “I slaughtered a tribe of them in the Virin forest a few years ago. They had made their lair in a cave and were capturing women to use as human cows. Strapping them into a cave and milking the girls to feed their clan. I put a stop to that.”
You shiver. You remember the entries in the codex. “What should we do?”
“It’s waiting for the rest to get into position.” Kara inclines her head towards you a fraction, her pale hair falling before her face. “We’ll have to run.”
“No,” you say softly, studying the frog man from the corner of your eye. “These are swamp wugs. They’d chase us down in a second. That’s a scout. It has the markings. If it’s there, the warriors are already on their way. Their feet are adapted to the water and soil. We won’t get far at all.”
“Here they come,” Kara whispers.
Movement pulls you attention aside. The swampy water shifts, sloughing off several figures. Slick bodies with pale, pot bellied stomachs, the first few wugs crawl out of the waters with crude spears and clubs at hand. They make no sound. Their large eyes are fixed on you both and their wide mouths make no expression. Crude dark whorls of paint crawl over their hides. You recognize the patterns, knowing it marks their warriors. More crawl out and close onto your stump, coming from all directions. Short, even standing upright they’d just reach your breasts, but these squat low to the mud, staring at you with their unblinking eyes.
What do you do?
Wait
Parley
Attack
Magic
Surrender
“No, I’m not a dirty girl!”
“No,” you cry, tears stinging your eyes from the rough spanking she has given. “I’m not a dirty girl!”
You cannot stand to admit to any further misbehavior. You are also a little afraid of that maniacal look in Alyssa’s eyes. Even though her hand is gentle as she strokes and lightly squeezes your bottom.
“Are you certain?” She asks, teasing a finger down the crack of your ass. Your head jerks up and you gasp softly as she lightly drums her fingertip against your asshole.
“Yes,” you gasp. “I’m not a dirty girl! I promise!”
Her finger lingers on your tight asshole a moment longer, teasing around the rim and make you whimper with pleasure and fear that she might thrust several fingers up your tight passage. Alyssa shows mercy, sliding her finger lower, reaching behind you to caress your pussy. Your pussy is slick and throbbing with your desire after being spanked and teased by Alyssa. You cry out with pleasure as she gives your mound a squeeze.
“Oh, you’re absolutely soaking,” she laughs. She dips a finger into the hot channel of your cunt, teasing inside it, before withdrawing your hand. You whimper again, this time with disappointment. Alyssa examines her finger, glistening with your juices, before sucking it clean. She gives your bottom a gentle swat. “Well, since you are such a clean girl, Penelope, I suppose I can trust you to do some cleaning for me as well.”
She pushes you off her lap and you rise to your feet unsteadily. Your bottom still burns from your spanking, your tits are still flushed from the punishment they received, and your swollen nipples are throbbing from being nearly pinched off your body.
“Onto the bed with you,” she says. “On your back. It’s time for you to put that tongue to good use.”
You moan with desire as you drop onto the bed and flip onto your back. Alyssa hops atop you, straddling your waist and leaning down with her wings spread wide. You lean up to meet her, cradling her hips as you eagerly receive her kiss and thrusting tongue. You want it to linger, but it is all too brief. She climbs higher, working her way up to straddle your breasts so that you feel the heat of her sex against your soft mounds.
Alyssa steps her knees over your shoulders, pinning your head down to the bed and straddling your face, eclipsing your view of the bed’s canopy with a monumental view of her glorious cunt, toned tummy, and the cliffs of her plentiful titflesh. Her hair hangs in her face as she looks down over them, eyes aglow with violet magic. She combs her fingers into your hair and teases her steamy cunt inches from your face.
“Are you ready to worship me, Penelope?”
“Yesss,” you moan, reaching your arms around her and embracing her lower back and the loveliness of her ass. You feel as if you have never believed in any of the gods as much as you believe in the erotic glory of Alyssa. You lift your face between her thighs and run your tongue along the hot, honey-sweet folds of her slit. You lap at the bud of her clit and she moans with pleasure.
“There, yes,” she cries. You immediately obey, flicking and swirling your tongue against her clit. It is fatter than your own bud and you press your lips to it and gently suck. This elicits an actual cry of pleasure from the succubus. You feel a sympathetic thrill of pleasure. Alyssa grabs your head more tightly and she begins to move atop your face. “Oh, you good girl, suck it. Suck it harder! Do not spare your tongue! Ohhhhhhh, by the nineteen lords of the abyss, you are good at that, huntress!”
Her juices pour into your mouth, hot and sweet, and you drink greedily of her nectar. Your lips pop and slurp against her slick folds. You lash her clit with your tongue again and again and probe the hot channel of her cunt. You grip her ass with both hands, feeling her firm bottom flex as she slides over your face with each thrust of her hips.
She leans her shoulders back and reaches a hand down to stroke your clit. Her touch is so deft and you are so aroused by the messy act of worshipping Alyssa’s demonic pussy that you cum almost instantly. You whine into her pussy. She laughs and clenche
s her thighs, trapping you tightly against her as she rides your face with the agility of a dancer. Her fingers draw you to the absolute heights of your pleasure and then she hisses, “What a naughty girl, cumming without being told you are allowed.”
SPAK! SPAK! SPAK! She spanks your clit with three fingers, sending shocks of pain and pleasure through your buzzing bud. At the peak of your orgasm, it is like driving molten iron nails into your body, both agonizing and wonderful. She prolongs your pleasure with this cruel pain, smacking your clit with her fingers as she rides roughly atop your face.
“Yes, yes, that’s it,” she moans. “You little slut. Make me cum again. Make me cummmmmMM!”
She rides so heavily atop your face that you can hardly breathe. You decide you don’t care as you lick and suck her as best you can, the world slowly dimming around you as she smothers you in her sweet pussy. You lose conscious briefly and actually wake up again still licking her sweet pussy, summoned from the darkness by a sharp smack on your clit.
“Ahhhh!” You cry out and Alyssa lifts her weight from your face. She rolls onto the bed beside you, laughing softly and smiling with satisfaction. She gently strokes your pussy.
“You would make such a lovely slave, Penelope,” she murmurs looking into your eyes and teasing her lips close to yours. She thrusts two fingers into your slick pussy and you answer instinctively, “Yes, mistress.”
“Mmmmmmhmm,” she chuckles as she kisses you. Her tongue thrusts into your cum-sweet mouth and she shares the taste of her own cunt. Her kiss and her insistent fingers quickly lift you to another orgasm. You buck your hips, fucking against her fingers as waves of ecstasy ripple through your body. She holds you as you cum, kissing you and smothering your cries of pleasure with her lips.
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