You stare in wonder, unable to move or even speak. She is as beautiful as an angel illuminated in the holy books of Veleda. For a moment, her body steams and the droplets of water evaporate from her skin. Her hair dries and she tosses it back out of her face, her silky golden ringlets dropping over her bare shoulders. She folds her wings as she walks back into the large suite.
“Watch carefully, Lucas,” she says and with a flash of light a sword materializes in her hand.
You watch very carefully, unable to look away from her naked body as she strides towards you. She gives a sudden shout and begins to spin, her sword stretched out as she spins faster and faster until she is a blur of pale flesh, golden hair, and gleaming sword. You take a fearful step back as her battle cry reaches a shrill crescendo.
She launches towards you, a whirlwind of violence that you cannot escape. Half expecting to be slashed to ribbons by her sword, she instead slams directly into you, knocking you to the ground and landing atop you. She straddles your face, pinning you down to the floor with her golden cunt barely inches from you. You stare at her delicate pink folds for several seconds before you look up higher and realize her sword is poised above your head.
“Think with your brain, not with your cock,” she says, gently poking you with the point of her sword. “If that had been a real Dervish Strike, I would have sliced you to pieces. You will face monster girls with special abilities this powerful. You must be ready for them.”
“I… I get it,” you say, trying not to look between her thighs even though you can smell her angelic scent.
She leaps from your face and pulls you to your feet. She tosses you her sword.
“Go ahead,” she says, taking a few steps back. “Focus the power of Veleda. Envision yourself as a whirlwind. Build speed and strike me down.”
You pick up the sword and begin to spin. You feel like a buffoon and it certainly doesn’t help that Theora is laughing at you, watching your efforts. You keep seeing blurred visions of her naked body as you spin around and around, trying to channel the strength of Veleda’s holy blessing. To your surprise, it actually works. You feel the holy might of the goddess infusing your body and you begin to spin faster and faster.
“Good, good!” Theora shouts. “Now attack!”
“AAAARGGGGH!” You roar and charge your spinning body as you think the time is right. You end up slamming into the edge of the bathtub. The sword goes flying from your grasp and clangs loudly against the stone. Theora grabs you so you do not fall into the water and yanks you back. Your legs hurt from where you collided with the tub.
“I’m impressed,” says Theora, setting you back on your feet. “You aren’t completely useless.”
You watch the swing of her shapely hips, the bounce of her lovely bottom, as she walks over and scoops up your dropped sword. She flips it casually into the air and catches it. She returns to you and gives you the sword back.
“Try again,” she says. “You’re going to keep trying until you get it.”
If you came to Theora’s room expecting some hot fun with the angel, you are sorely disappointed. She works you like a plow horse, making you train again and again with Dervish Attack and the stunning attack called Startle Eye. She declares your efforts, “Acceptable.” You limp out of her room, promising her you will continue to practice at both abilities.
The door closes behind you and you limp down the hall. Hina is waiting for you at the colonnade, her blue eyes wide and bright and her shapely porcelain body looking quite fetching in her housemaid costume.
“Hello, master,” she says. “You look as if you have been working hard.”
“Yeah, she put me to work,” you chuckle.
Theora making you train while she stood completely naked has left your balls throbbing with need. Although you found no relief from the comely angel, perhaps Hina or Morelle could provide you with some satisfaction.
“Where would you like to go now, master?” Hina asks, falling in beside you as you cross the colonnade through the warm, sweet-smelling air.
Where would you like to go?
Visit Morelle the lesser succubus
Receive pleasure from Hina the golem
It’s time to return to the real world
Surrender
You toss your sword on the ground at Theora’s feet. How can you hope to fight an angel of Veleda? You are a farmer’s son made weak from famine and you are smart enough to know you are beaten by the beautiful angel.
“What does that mean?” Theora demands, prodding you in the chest with her staff. “Why do you throw down your blade?”
“You mentioned surrendering,” you say. “That is what I am doing. I can’t beat you.”
“Of course you can’t, but you are supposed to fight.”
You hold your hands up. Her lips curl back in a silent snarl and she throws you to the ground hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. You gasp as she quickly yanks her gown up her slender legs and over her waist. She turns around so that you can see the bare roundness of her ass.
“W-what are you doing?” You gasp, trying to sit up. She shoves you back down and before you can sit up again she is smothering you with her shapely bottom and the warm of her gold-furred cunt.
“I am taking my reward,” she says. “When you surrender to a monster girl, you give up all hope of escape and become their slave. So that is what you are now, slave, and you will pleasure me.”
“That’s not fa-mmmmmPHMMM!” You try to protest as her ass smashes you back down to the floor. She sits heavily atop your face, your nose stuffed into her crack and her hot cunt against your mouth. You try to bring your hands up, but Theora pins them down to your side and bounces her ass heavily into your face. The heat of her ass and pussy seem to swallow you up and she smears her dewy folds against your mouth.
“Lick it,” she commands. “Lick it or you will be fighting for every breath!”
Unable to raise your arms, unable to turn away, you do the only thing you can: you begin to lick her gold-furred cunt. Her hot folds part against your tongue and you taste the exquisite sweetness of her angelic nectar. She gives you more room to breathe and you respond by burying your tongue deep into her hot channel.
“Oooh, I think you like it,” she laughs, rocking her hips against your face.
“Nnnnnnhnnnnnhnnnnn,” you reply with your tongue inside her velvet tunnel. She begins roll her hips, gliding her pussy over your tongue and pressing her slick folds down onto your mouth. You breathe her intoxicating scent as she rides your mouth, moaning softly and clearly enjoying your amateur tonguework. You have never tried anything like this before today, but you find yourself taking to her naturally and savoring the sweetness of her juices as they flow into your mouth.
“Yessss,” she hisses, riding harder. “Ohhh, yes, you’re better than I expected with your tongue. Now stick it up my crack.”
“What?” You gasp, giving just enough room to ask the question. Theora sits upright atop your face, looks down at you over her shoulder, grabs a handful of your hair and says, “Lick my ass!”
She pulls your face up and into the firm cushions of her buttocks, smothering your face with her warm bottom. You begin to lick, feeling the tender clench of her asshole beneath your tongue. You have certainly never imagined running your tongue over the raunchiest and most intimate part of a woman’s body and yet lapping at the beautiful angel’s ass stiffens your cock to painful hardness.
“Oh, you’re a naughty farm boy,” giggles Theora. “You like my ass, don’t you?”
She bounces her ass against your face, rubbing her crack over your tongue as you try to give her an answer. She releases her grip on your hands and begins to fondle your cock through your trousers.
“Since you know your place, I suppose I can give you a bit of pleasure in return,” she says as she begins to unbutton your trousers. “Put your fingers to good use as well, farm slave.”
You grab her ass with both hands, spreading it as you eag
erly run your tongue over her pink pucker, down to her dripping cunt, and back again. You slip two fingers into the hot velvet of her pussy and feel her inner walls grip around your thrusting digits. You begin to fuck her quim with your fingers while you tongue Theora’s angelic asshole. She replies by stroking your cock with one hand and fondling your cum-heavy bollocks with the other.
“That’s it,” she laughs. “Fuck me with your fingers. Lick my ass!”
She jerks her hips and fucks back against your fingers. Her ass bounces against your face, smothering your tongue as you press it into her clenching asshole. You thrust your tongue back her clench and she begins to really wail. The sound of the angel crying out with pleasure from something you are doing makes your cock twitch in her grasp. She jerks it roughly, smearing your precum over your cock as she works her hand over the fat head and down the shaft.
Your tongue sinks into her hot asshole and you roughly pump your fingers into her pussy. You can feel her tensing atop her face.
“Ohhhh, little farm boy,” she moans. “I’m going to cum! You’ve managed to do something right!”
“Nnnnhnnhnnnnn!” You agree, tongue-fucking her naughty hole as you finger-fuck her pussy. You had never imagined a lewd act could be so much fun. You can hardly believe an angel of Veleda, holy and consecrated, would demand such raunchy treatment. Her soft hand works up and down your cock, drawing you to the edge of an orgasm as she cums loudly atop your face. You can feel her vaginal contractions around your finger and the rhythmic clenching of her sphincter around your tongue.
She rides you for her own pleasure, the tension slowly fading from her thighs as she relaxes atop your face. She has a few light aftershocks and you finally slip your tongue out of her clenching asshole. You slide your fingers out of your pussy and smack kisses on the soft curve of her ass.
“W-was that good?” You pant, your face hot from being smothered and your cock straining on the edge of bursting in her grasp.
“Yes, it was quite good,” she purrs. “I’m almost impressed.”
“Ohhhhh gods,” you moan as she begins stroking your precum-smeared cock with both hands. “I think… think I’m going to cum.”
“Oh, are you?” She laughs, looking back at you. “Do you want to spurt your hot milk out?”
“Yes, please,” you moan, thrusting against her hands as you squeeze and caress her buttocks. You lift your head to run your tongue over her slick pussy and into her sweet folds.
“Mmmmmmm,” she moans as you lap at her sweet channel.
You cry louder and louder, the pressure of your pleasure building until her soft hands have you on the brink of exploding. A rush of ecstasy surges through your body as your orgasm rises. Just as you feel your first spasm and the first spurt of your thick seed, Theora withdraws her hands.
“No, I don’t think you deserve any help,” she says.
Your cock, untouched, jerks and spits out your hot spunk all over your groin. Twitch after ruined twitch, your orgasm dwindled without ever reaching the full height of satisfaction. You whimper beneath her, desperately thrusting your tongue into Theora’s cunt as if licking her with enough passion might make her finish you off with her hand. She doesn’t. The cruel angel leaves your cock to sputter out the last of your pleasure and begin to wilt.
“Slaves who surrender to monster girls do not get satisfaction,” says Theora, rising from your face and to her feet. She turns and looks down at you as she drops her gown back into place. “Get cleaned up, Lucas. You’ve made a real mess. You can find me outside when you are done.”
She walks away, leaving you gasping and looking at your poor, shriveling cock and the mess of white cream tangled in your hair. It takes several buckets of cold water from the well pump in the barn to clean up. You pull on your trousers, recalling the sweetness of Theora’s cunt and the lovely sight of her creamy ass.
Your face is red with shame as you finally exit the barn and find her waiting in the slivery moonlight, leaned against a fence and picking at her fingertip.
“The human world is so very dirty,” she says, looking up finally. “Well, my little cowardly farm boy, you have proven your worth as a seat for my bottom. Now are you ready to begin your quest?”
You look down at the sword in your hand. The faint glow of it is not very reassuring.
“You don’t want more training do you?” Theora looks at you with a hint of annoyance. “We can’t spend all night doing this. There are real humans in peril out there.”
When you still do not respond to her, she walks over and prods your chest with a finger tip. “Well, out with it, hero! What do you want?”
What do you do?
Get more training from Theora
Ask Theora to explain the Crystal Sanctum
Begin your quest
Give her a kick
You inhale the intoxicating scent of the succubus. You feel Morelle’s warm body pressing against you, her kiss so close that she is brushing lightly against your lips. Almost every part of you craves the pleasure of her touch.
And still you resist. You fight back her charms in your mind and focus on your quest. Morelle has become a dangerous monster girl, a soul-sucking succubus, and you cannot let your guard down because you want to fuck her. You have to fight.
“Kiss me, Lucas,” she moans, her breath hot and enticing on your face. This new enticement nearly overwhelms your defenses. Instead, it galvanizes you to action. As her lips brush against yours, you deliver a sudden and rudely-place kick to the young succubus. She doubles over and you step back.
“Bastard,” she snarls, looking up at you as her features contort from beauty to savage anger. “I’ll tear you apart! I’ll rend the life from you!”
Her fingernails lengthen and her hands become savage claws. She lunges for you, but you step out of her reach and swing your glowing sword. The blow narrowly misses, cutting chips from the floorboards as Morelle turns and howls with rage. She comes at you again. You are even more ready for her attack and instead of swinging your sword in the narrow hallway, you drive the glowing point into her chest.
Mercifully, there is no gruesome impaling. The sword seems to pass through Morelle. She seems to pass through the sword, a look of surprise on her face as she becomes translucent.
“Lucas?” She says, looking at you in confusion for a moment. There is a blinding flash of light from your sword and Morelle is gone. The pink crystal in the pommel of your sword winks with magical energy and fades back to its normal color.
You sag against the wall, out of breath, your heart still hammering in your chest. Despite the pitiful moans of Ernie and Dale in their respective beds, you begin to laugh. You can hardly believe it. You have beaten the succubus.
Against all odds, you have defeated your first monster girl.
CONTINUE >
The farm life is enough to keep you busy
You have a farm to tend to and no time for fooling around with a magic crystal in a magic sword. You return to the backbreaking routine of farm life. You spend an entire day boiling and mashing apples, another day moving fresh bales of hay into your barn for the winter, and each night you return to your house, to your meager food, and you remember battling Morelle and meeting Theora. If it weren’t for the sword leaned against the wall of your tiny farmhouse, you might almost believe it was all a dream.
When you twist your ankle, when the cold rains flood your root cellar, you pick up the sword and you feel its holy glow in your hand. You can almost hear Theora’s stern voice telling you that someday soon you will be needed. You know that one day you will break down and hold the sword the above your head and cry out, “SANCTUM SERENITY!”
For now, you will labor on in your menial life, because your farm needs you, Old Joe and Betsy need to be fed, Ida needs to be milked, and your beloved sister needs to pay for her school somehow. You go back to picking the sour apples, boiling them and mashing them, and distilling the strong cider that might earn you enough coin at market to cover
Genevieve for another semester.
Some nights, the candle burning low on your uneven table, you even hold a quill in your hand and think about writing your sister a letter to explain all the strange things that have happened. But you put the pen away without dipping it into ink, blow the candle out, and go back to your bed. She does not need such distractions in her life.
At night, and with increasing frequency, you dream of Veleda and hear the goddess telling you that you will be needed soon. More monster girls are loose in Lorraine.
But it is not quite time yet.
THE END
< START OVER | CONTINUE TO BOOK 2: THE SLIME GIRL >
Doomed Ride
Morelle massages your hard cock through your trousers as you look at the beautiful succubus with wonder. Although you can see a bit of the farm girl you once knew, this demonic version of Morelle is so voluptuously beautiful that your cock aches with need. If you have already lost to her, you may as well know the true pleasure of burying your cock to the hilt inside her evil cunt.
“The ride,” you say, lifting your head to look into her eyes.
“What’s that, Lucas?” She teases, raising an eyebrow.
“Doomed Ride,” you say, using the phrase she used. “I want to fuck you.”
“Oh, but that’s not how it works,” she giggles, giving your cock a hard squeeze. “I will be the one fuck you and you will be permitted to enjoy it until I have drained every drop of your essence. Is that what you want?”
“Y-yes,” you moan.
“Good boy,” she says, giving you a condescending pat on the chest. She deftly unbuckles your belt and unbuttons your trousers. Your cock springs into her hand and she gives it a good soft wank as she watches you squirm with pleasure. Her hand feels so amazing that your cock begins to leak precum and you are afraid you are going to gush into her grasp. She withdraws her hand and chides you, “Not just yet, Lucas.”
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