“Not a trace of the other, don’t worry,” she purrs and caresses your head and shoulders.
It is enough to send you lower, to the musky place between her legs, to breathe in the dark perfume of her desire and press your face against her cunt. You part her creamy thighs wider, hands stroking over her stockings as you run your tongue over the much-used furrow of her sex. She gasps and thrusts against your face. Her juices are plentiful and sweet beneath your tongue. You bathe your lips and chin in her raunchy flow as you seek out the fat bud of her clit. You lick and suck it and she squeezes your face between her thighs, crying out in pleasure that seems genuine and bucking against your tongue.
“Ohhhh, Lucas,” she cries. “There! You’ve found the spot!”
You suck and flick at her clit with your tongue. You press two fingers into her hot, slippery channel. You imagine it is not so tight as most women, but it is a cauldron of lost and her boiling desire drives you to suck urgently at her bud and fuck her with your fingers. You feel her inner walls spasm against your thrusting digits and she nearly lifts off the bed. You look up from between her thighs and see her body arched, breasts heaving in her squeezing hands, and her pretty face contorted in ecstasy.
“Enough,” she cries, pulling you away from her juicy thatch. “I need you. I need to be fucked, Lucas!”
Her words and her lusty eyes have your cock twitching in your grasp as you climb atop her on the bed. She reaches down to help guide you to her soaking cunt. You feel the hot velvet of her folds beneath your tip. She strokes you at her entrance for a moment, meeting your gaze with her dark, smoldering eyes.
“Are you ready, Lucas?” She asks, teasing you at her slick folds.
“Yessss,” you hiss.
“You won’t cum in one stroke, will you?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.
“N-no,” you reply, shaken for a moment by the prospect. You held back when she was sucking you, but you are suddenly uncertain you can resist the urge to explode in the beautiful whore’s well-trained pussy.
She nods, arching once more so that her ample breasts slide and settle wider on her chest. Her hand guides your cock into the steamy channel of her cunt. Your tip brushes past her cuntlips and into the heated passage beyond. She bares her teeth at you and softly moans, “Do it, Lucas. Take me…”
You thrust forward and sheath the length of your cock in the molten heat of Ella’s luscious cunt. You cry out together, her breasts shifting with the force of your stroke, her face golden in the faint candlelight. You manage not to cum in that first stroke. You work your hips and lean over her, kissing her on her moaning mouth as you thrust in again. Your balls press against the divot of her asshole, slick with her juices.
“That’s it, sweetie,” she moans, closing her legs around you and squeezing you deeper. “Fuck me. Just like that! Ohhh!”
Her words are hot against you lips. You pound into her with unrestrained desire, each thrust building the pressure of your orgasm. Five strokes. Ten. You lose count as you hammer your cock into Ella’s hot pussy, your breath against hers and your lips brushing hers.
“I’m going to cum,” you pant, unable to stop the rushing ecstasy of your pleasure.
“Yes!” Ella cries. “Yes! Give it to me, Lucas! Fuck me full of your seed!”
Her lewd words plunge you over the edge. Your body tenses. Ecstasy surges up its length and into your body in a toe-curling maelstrom. You thrust to the hilt into Ella’s slick cunt, crying out in wordless pleasure as your cock begins to twitch. You fire your seed into her depths. She gasps sweetly and clings to you, pulling you against her soft breasts as you empty your pleasure into her gripping cunt.
You lie together, still atop her, for a long while. Your cock slowly wilts and you catch your breath as your seed drips from her freshly-fucked folds.
“That was wonderful,” you say with a grin.
“Good,” she says, smiling back. “I hope you stop by again.”
You feel empty as she sits up and begins to clean herself and pull on her panties. Your time with Ella is over and she is all business.
“Would you like to use the washcloth?” She asks, holding up her slime-smeared rag.
“Uh, no, I’ll make do,” you say, pulling on your trousers. She gives you a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek, but these are unconvincing. You are back to being just another customer and her thoughts have already moved on from the experience that has made such a big impression on you. In your memory, she held you in her arms for most of an hour after that first time you had sex. This time, she gently guides you out the door of her room, her attention on the other men gathered in the bar in search of a woman.
Still feeling a bit hollow, you climb into your mule cart and set off for your farm. You’ve wasted money that could have gone to Genevieve to buy a nice robe or something. It was a fine bit of fun with Ella, but you have a succubus in a magic castle. Your shoulders slump as your cart leaves the cobbled streets of St. Ingbert for the wide trade road that will take you home.
CONTINUE >
Wait
Though you know you must defeat Oola, you cannot bring yourself to make the first move. You decide to watch and wait, carefully searching for the right moment to strike. She begins to creep from side to side, her head leaning back and forth and her face looking particularly innocent. She emits her soft, burbling song.
Suddenly, she launches the upper half of her body onto the tunnel’s ceiling. The violet slime spreads out across the ceiling, connected by strands of luminous slime to a smaller patch still touching the floor of the tunnel. The slime on the ceiling begins to slide closer to you, spreading glistening tendrils across the stone above your head.
You raise your sword to fend off any attack and retreat. Your attention is so focused on the slime on the ceiling that you fail not notice the slime that has slithered past you on the broken tiles of the floor. Your heel collides with a patch of Oola’s slime and your foot slips out from under you. You land heavily, bum-first, on the floor of the tunnel. Before you can scramble away from the slime, it surges forward, and Oola’s violet tendrils wrap around your ankles and wrench your feet apart.
“Get off me!” You cry, trying to bring your sword around to slash at the tendrils wrapping your ankles. Heavy globs of Oola’s slime drop from the ceiling and knock the sword from your hand. Your blade is pulled away from your grasp as her tendrils on your ankles lift your feet.
You realize, too late, that you are being lifted towards the ceiling of the tunnel. No matter how hard you kick and try to swing your arms, you cannot escape Oola’s grasp. You end up hanging upside down from the ceiling, your arms dangling beneath you. Oola’s plentiful violet ooze spills down your legs like wax from a melting candle. Pressing tendrils of slime unbuckle your belt and burst the buttons of your trousers.
“Ooohhhhh, gods,” you gasp as cool slime slides over your cock. You lift your head to look up and see a feminine body taking shape against your hips. Slime wrapping your waist becomes Oola’s shapely thighs, her plump ass, and her body form from there, growing in size and proportions until her bountiful breasts are dangling nearly in your face, and her hands are clinging to your shoulders.
“What is wrong, Lucas?” She burbles. “Do I not feel good wrapped around your human boy cock?”
You look up at her as she wraps your waist and hangs from the ceiling above you and see your hard cock inside her translucent body. Her cool slime cunt massages your cock and the voluptuous slime girl begins to move her hips and bounce atop your hardness.
The pleasure is far greater than you have experienced with any human woman. Not even Morelle, with her demonically pleasurable pussy, quite matches the rhythmic massage of a hundred slime tentacles inside Oola’s perfect pectin pussy massaging your straining cock.
You look up into her translucent, vacant face, listening to her brainless burbling, and you weakly lift your hands. Not to defend yourself, not to ward her off, but to rest your hands on her shapely hips as you
begin to move against her. If there is no escape to be found, you might as well embrace the pleasure.
“Yes,” burbles Oola. “Fuck me, Lucas. Fuck me with your human boy cock.”
You thrust deep into her slimy cunt, feeling that luscious, gelatinous passage squeeze and ripple around you with every stroke. Her body heaves with the force of your movements, her huge tits shuddering and rippling like jelly desserts on a shaking table. They hang inverted and almost directly in your face as she leans lower. Your abs tighten as you lean up to press your face into her sweet-smelling slime. Her cool breasts smother you and you moan against them, feeling pitiful as you thrust desperately into her silky depths.
“Oh, Lucas,” she burbles. “Can feel your seed. You want to cum in me. I want that. Cum in me, please. Put your seed into me.”
She wraps a slimy arm around you, pulling you against her squishy teats. She guides a gooey nipple to your mouth and you moan as you suck wantonly at her fat, slippery bud. Her slimy bulk still holds you trapped to the ceiling, hanging upside down, but she moves it atop you in a forceful way, fucking back against you, writhing in your helpless embrace. You feel your pleasure growing, your body tensing, and you moan with despair even as you continue to suck at her slimy breast.
“Mmmmmm!” Your cries are muffled by her gooey tits.
You thrust desperately into her depths, your pleasure peaking as your moans are smothered in those luscious breasts. You can see through her translucent body, see your cock deep within her, swelling and suddenly jerking. Your cum jets into her body, dispersing in a swirling, milky cloud from the tip of your twitching fuckmeat.
“OoooooooOoooh! Yes! Thank youuu!” Oola burbles happily, her inner walls of soft slime squeezing and milking your spurting cock. She even sucks you through her gelatinous cunt, drawing on your cock and slurping up every drop.
Your orgasm recedes and your cock is left overly sensitive. And Oola does not stop moving. She keeps squirming her generous hips and fucking her slimy sleeve around your cock. The tunnel echoes with the wet slurp of her gooey pussy sliding over your cock and forcing you past your post-orgasmic agony and straight into the race for another orgasm.
“Please, Oola, stop,” you cry, but your words are lost against her smothering breasts.
“Good boy, Lucas,” she burbles, pumping her pussy on your cock. “Give me more. I need more cum. We will make many babies.”
As you feel another orgasm already rising in your stiff cock, you know that you have been defeated. There will be no escape from the cum-craving slime girl. You have surrendered to the pleasure she demands.
You stop fighting it and explode inside her slippery channel once more, moaning with reckless pleasure as you pump your cum into her swirling slime. You are going to be here for a very long time.
CONTINUE >
Receive more training from Theora the angel
“I had better visit Theora,” you say to Hina. “Maybe she can teach me another special ability or something.”
“Of course, master,” says Hina. “Right this way.”
She leads you upstairs to the large apartment Theora has claimed as her own quarters in the palace. You knock lightly at the door, always nervous about disturbing the beautiful angel.
“Come in, Lucas,” she calls, seemingly distracted.
You open the door of the apartment and step inside. The spacious room is bathed in natural light (or as natural as it gets here in the pink-tinted sanctum) from the doors that stand open on the balcony. Theora reclines on an enormous couch, her golden hair spilling across one arm and her nude body barely covered by a robe that hangs open and clings to her breasts. Her gold-thatched mound is full visible and one foot is raised and held in the lap of a Hina. The golem is massaging Theora’s feet and legs with glistening oil.
“Ah, hello, Lucas,” says Theora, barely lifting her head. Her indolence is an unexpected contrast to her usual fervor. She waves a hand lazily, one half of the robe falling from her breast and revealing a soft mound and a puffy pink nipple. “Sit wherever you like.”
“That’s alright, I will stand,” you say. You try not to stare at the glittering gold of her cunt or her ample breast as she idly plucks the robe back into place.
“Well, what did you want?” She asks, giving you a sleepy smile.
“I was hoping, um, I mean…” You are a champion of Veleda, a hero, and yet you always feel like a child in the presence of this domineering angel. You shrink from her heavy-lidded gaze. Theora reclining like a plump princess on the couch is somehow even more intimidating.
“Out with it,” she says, her voice taking on an edge.
“Training!” You blurt.
She laughs at your discomfort. “Oh, of course, you feel inadequate after barely beating two monster girls and you want some more help. Is that it?”
“Yes, that’s right,” you say, trying your best to sound confident. “I beat them. But I want to be better.”
“And why do you think you are struggling?” She asks, sitting up and allowing her breasts to shift and push back the robe. You struggle not to stare at her glorious, creamy mounds and puffy pink nipples jutting through the parted robe.
“Stamina,” you say. “I need better stamina.”
“Yes, partly correct,” she says. She snaps her fingers and waves Hina away from her feet. Theora swings her long, toned legs off the couch. She stands and even in bare feet she is taller than you. Her wings flick open and the robe drops completely from her naked body. She is unashamed of her nakedness. It makes her seem even more dangerous and powerful. “What you need, to become a better warrior, is confidence, little farm boy. If you have that, you will be able to face these monster girls without fear.”
“H-how do I get confidence?” You wonder, your cock twitching in your trousers as Theora saunters closer, her perfect body bathed in the pink-gold light of the sanctum’s permanent sunset.
“Stamina is part of that,” she says, circling around you. She caresses your cock through your trousers and gives it a rough squeeze. “Mmmm. Would you like to work on that?”
The thought of plunging your cock into her glorious golden pussy, or even receiving the attention of her deft hand, makes you whimper with desire.
“Yes,” she answers for you, leaning her face close to yours, her lips brushing your lips. “I think that would be perfect.”
“Yes,” you gasp in agreement.
Her hand leaves your cock and she steps away.
“Very well,” she says. “Undress completely and sit down on the couch.”
You obediently disrobe, somehow more embarrassed by the Hina idly watching you than by Theora’s appraising stare. Your cock is as stiff as a dagger and your skinny body seems tiny when compared to Theora’s statuesque body. Theora gives you her usual superior smile, although her eyelids are heavy with her apparent relaxation.
“Sit,” she says, gesturing to where she had been sprawled on the couch when you entered.
You sit down on the couch. It would be very comfortable except you are sitting nervously as Theora stands above you. Gods, she is beautiful, those prominent breasts aching to be touched, those soft lips aching to be kissed, if only you could melt her icy heart. Perhaps today is your chance to—
“Hina!” She barks. She steps back as the smiling automaton shuffles over to the couch. Hina, with her oversized blue eyes and slender-waisted-but-shapely figure is quite lovely, but clearly not human. There are seams on her face and limbs and although her breasts are lovely, this Hina’s bust seems to be sculpted from a hard material rather than the luscious softness of the pleasure Hina that waits in your bed chamber.
“W-what are you doing?” You ask, looking from the Hina to Theora with confusion.
“Hina here has limitless stamina,” says Theora. “I certainly have more than you, but I am not very patient. She is going to pleasure you until you can no longer stand it.”
“Lady Theora,” says the Hina politely, “I am not the best equipp
ed to pleasure master. Only my hands are made for stroking a human body.”
She holds up her hands, which seem soft and lifelike.
“Right, then that’s what he shall have,” says Theora. “Use some of that massage oil. Wank him off and do not stop until I tell you to stop.”
“I must obey master,” says Hina.
“No, you will ignore master.”
The Hina’s eyes flash from blue to red. Her tone changes slightly as she says, “I will ignore master. I will listen only to Lady Theora.”
“Hey, now, hold on a second,” you cry, scrambling back from Hina on the couch. Theora walks around behind you, pulling your back against the arm of the couch and resting her strong hands on your shoulders. Her soft breasts press against the back of your neck and cushion your head. Her silky golden hair tickles your face as she leans over you.
“Just lie back, Lucas,” she commands. “Lie back and enjoy it for as long as you can. Endure the pleasure of it.”
“A-alright,” you murmur, unable to resist Theora’s will.
Hina begins by dipping her hands into the bowl of massage oil and spreading the glistening liquid between her fingers. She approaches you and kneels beside the couch. Her touch is careful, but insistent. She grips your manhood and spreads the slippery oil over your cock.
“Yes, that’s it,” murmurs Theora, looking over your head at the automaton. “Both hands, Hina. A proper hard wanking.”
“Yes, Lady Theora,” replies the golem and she begins to stroke you with both hands. She slides one from the base of your cock up to your sensitive mushroom cap and over, repeating the process with her other hand immediately. The sensation is incredible, almost too firm, but incredible, and as her gripping hands stroke up and over your cock, you lose the ability to resist almost immediately.
“Ahhhhhhh!” You cry, thrusting your hips and fucking into Hina’s grasp. Your cock explodes in a geyser of milky cum, splashing over your abdomen and thighs and dripping over Hina’s fingers.
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