“Morelle, why does the fallen angel have a giant, uh, penis?” You ask and look from Theora to Morelle.
“Mmmmmmm.” Morelle’s eyes flutter open and a dreamy smile spreads across her flushed face. “You should definitely ask Theora about that. I read something in a book once… mmmmmm… ooooohhhh, Oola!”
Morelle turns and embraces the slippery slime girl and the two begin kissing and writhing against each other in a very distracting manner. Theora sighs and leans back in her chair as the Hina attending the bath begins to pour water over both Oola and Morelle.
“So, uh, why?” You ask Theora.
“Angels are servants of the gods,” she says. “Our patron pulls us from the clay of the higher planes. When we begin, we have both male and female characteristics. Our gender only develops over time. Most angels become women. Some become men.”
“And some become both,” giggles Morelle.
“Most of those angels are fallen,” counters Theora. “Both male and female characteristics make them uniquely susceptible to corruption.”
“Susceptible to fun!” Morelle counters and splashes water out of the tub in Theora’s direction.
The angel scowls and turns her attention back to the game just as you pick one of your few remaining impettes and move it into the fallen angel’s square on the game board. The prideful huge-cocked angel reacts in surprise as the impette leaps onto her back and begins stabbing her repeatedly with a tiny dagger. The angel crumples to the ground and the impette dances merrily over her corpse.
“Enough games,” says Theora, dismissively waving her hand and clearing the pieces away.
“Oooooooh, these games are just starting,” moans Morelle from the tub as she arches her back and thrusts her shapely bottom into Oola’s translucent face. The slime girl burbles with delight, pleasuring the succubus eagerly.
Disgust ripples over Theora’s beautiful brow. She seems to shake off her revulsion and looks you in the eyes.
“Someone is bringing monsters into your world, Lucas. In the past, there have been rifts formed between the monster realm and your world, but those were easy to locate and close. There have also been mad wizards and gods and goddesses responsible.”
“So which is it?” You ask.
“We do not know this time,” she says. “Whatever or whoever is responsible is concealed from the eyes of the goddess.”
You lean towards her and ask her softly, “What is going to happen to Morelle and the other monster girls? When all this is over.”
“They will be judged by Veleda,” she says. “Their time with you as your allies will weigh in her decision of their fates.”
“Oh,” you say, imagining poor Morelle and Oola being thrown down into the Underworld.
Theora’s eyes widen and shift from silvery-blue to pale white. A glow surrounds her head and she sits up stiffly. After a moment, she seems to relax and the glow fades.
“Theora?” You ask with concern.
“Our goddess searches for other monsters in your world, but for now we must act of our own initiative. We must find Lady Rachelle. A powerful succubus will know more than these lesser creatures.”
“Creatures?” Morelle pouts from the tub. Pleasure quickly disarms her pouting and her wings flick with a shiver. Oola slurps noisily at Morelle’s backside.
“You want me to fight a powerful succubus?” You ask.
“We do not know where she is yet,” says Theora, unrolling a map she seems to pull from thin air. “For now, you are going here.”
She points to a small village two days journey on foot from St. Ingbert.
“Bruno? There is nothing there. A few farms maybe. The village was abandoned when I was a child because of a plague.”
“Veleda has informed me that a monster girl has taken up residence there,” she says. “You are to question her and subdue her.”
“What is she?”
“I am not certain,” says. “The goddess senses a woman of ample proportions, horns, and hooves.”
“Lady Rachelle?”
“She did have hooves,” says Morelle. “Let me come with. I’ll help.”
“You cannot fight this creature,” warns Theora. Her expression softens, “But perhaps you can help us find her. If it is Lady Rachelle, you will sense her presence and Lucas will be able to prepare.”
“I get to go with?” Morelle splashes excitedly in the tub. “Yaaaay!”
The shapely young succubus slides glistening out of the tub. She flops to the stone floor before pulling herself to her feet. She comes jiggling over to you and throws her arms around your head, pulling you against her wet and luscious breasts.
“Oh, thank you, master! I will help you find her! No way can she beat you!”
Theora sighs, “Very well, you may join us.”
Hours later, you have made ready to journey on foot with Theora and Morelle accompanying you. The angel wears the same slightly sheer gown of purest white she wears almost all the time. Morelle has changed into tight-fitting cream-colored breeches, knee-high boots, and a low-cut corseted bodice that shows off a distracting expanse of her creamy cleavage. Her violet hair is pulled back into a braid that falls down her back. Her tails flicks over her shapely bottom and her wings are folded tightly against her back.
“Hina will watch over your house and tend to your animals,” says Theora. “I have given her instructions to fend off humans if any should attempt to rob you again.”
“I don’t think the Gedry brothers will be a problem anymore,” you say, smiling at the angel. “You made a pretty big impression on them.”
“Yes, you humans are easily awed,” she agrees.
The journey northwest from my farm takes you through farmland and into a rugged expanse of low hills and rocky ravines. This terrain slows your progress while Morelle leaps merrily over obstructions and Theora flies slowly overhead spreading her white-feathered wings. This unpleasant path gives way to dense woodland that climbs a gentle rise in the terrain. The higher you travel, the cooler the air becomes. There is a crisp chill in the air, making you glad you wore a quilted jacket. Morelle seems to be struggling with the cold. Her breath steams and her nose and pale cheeks are pinched and red.
“Here,” you say, taking off your jacket and offering it to the succubus.
She puts it on and smiles gratefully.
“It’s warm from you, Lucas,” she giggles. “Thank you, you truly are a hero!”
She puts her arms around you, kicks up one leg, and gives you a big, wet kiss. Her tongue tries to invade your mouth, but you pull away as you feel the pleasure of her magic.
“You thank me by trying to feed on my essence?” You step away from her. “Not nice, Morelle.”
“Awwww, I’m sorry, master,” she says, her brightness undimmed. “I was just a little hungry after all this walking.”
Your journey takes you more than halfway to Bruno on the first day. You make camp in the woods, chopping up a fallen tree and building a fire. Your tent is old and patched many times. It belonged to your father. Theora summons hers from the air and it is imposing and seemingly brand new, like the campaign tent of a general.
A bit of hunting turns up a red quail, which you manage to fell with a sling. You roast the unfortunate bird for a meal. It’s a thankless task. Morelle complains the meat is too greasy and Theora stares sullenly at the fire while she eats half the bird.
“I want to take a bath,” says Morelle, licking grease from her delicate fingers. “I’m bored sitting around. I want to go for a walk and find that stream we saw just before making camp. Maybe take a dip.”
She sheds your coat and steps away from the crackle and glow of the fire. She tosses her hair dramatically and gives you a playful look.
“You’re welcome to join me, Lucasss,” she draws out your name, clinging to a low tree branch and swinging her hips like a dancing girl. She lets go of the branch, pivots on her toe, and dances off into the dark forest.
“I hope she does
n’t get lost,” you murmur.
“Demons can see in the dark,” says Theora, stirring the flames. The angel sits beside you on the remains of the fallen tree she dragged over for you to chop firewood. The firelight, if anything, enhances her alabaster beauty with its ruddy glow. Her breasts heave steadily in her billowy gown. Her gaze seems fixated on the dancing flames.
She’s not a great conversationalist. Maybe you should follow Morelle into the woods. Then again, you’re exhausted. It might be wisest to simply retire to your tent.
What do you do?
Get some sleep
Stay with Theora by the fire
Go looking for Morelle in the woods
Let Morelle drink all your essence
The fear ebbs from your body and a smile of acceptance comes over your face. The triumphant demoness giggles as she senses you yielding to the pleasure. Her tail doubles its efforts, sucking and stroking around you, as Morelle draws you tightly into her arms and plants another kiss on your lips.
“Yessss,” you moan against her. “Yes, take it all. Drink my… my essence.”
“Of course, silly boy,” she says. “But you know what that means, don’t you?”
She’s torturing you with your doom. You whimper helplessly in her arms, shifting against the slippery mounds of her soft breasts. You look up into her eyes as you seem to shrink against her.
“Y-yes,” you whimper. “Oh, gods, it’s so good.”
Her hot kiss smothers your lips and the silken sheath of her tail moves even more swiftly over your straining glans, clutching your shaft down to the root where your stones are already tightening once more. Violet magic flutters around your kiss. The succubus’s eyes glow faintly through her closed eyelids as she kisses you.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” You cry against her lips, feeling helpless pleasure as she sucks up more and more of your essence. Your cock throbs inside her tail and your whole body shakes in her embraces as you release once more into the suckling depths of that predatory mouth.
“Yes,” he voice stirs in your mind. “Yes, give it all to me. Slip into nothingness.”
The prickling horror of your impending doom only arouses you further. You cum a fourth time almost immediately, arching weakly in her grasp as your cock sputters out thin seed into her suckling tail. Morelle’s leathery wings spread around you and enclose your body. Her kiss only intensifies. The warmth of the water seems to draw you downward and you begin to fall, faster and faster, disappearing into darkness until you fade into the irresistible drumbeat of her demonic heart.
Your limp body slips from her embrace, your eyes sunken and your face contorted in pleasure. You are no longer in your body, you are inside Morelle, your essence fusing to and sustaining her demonic power.
“Thank you, Lucas,” she giggles, “for a lovely snack.”
Her wings snap open and the naked succubus launches herself from the steamy water and into the night sky, free to roam the earth once more.
CONTINUE >
Get down on your knees and pleasure Theora
“Stop,” you whisper against Theora’s lips.
“What’s that?” She chuckles, wanking your cock and driving you towards your orgasm.
You grab hold of her wrist and she allows this to stop the movement of her hand. You say, more firmly. “Stop.”
“You are denying yourself the pleasure of my hand?” She raises an eyebrow.
“You are going to make me cum first,” you say, slipping your glistening fingers from her pussy. “And I can’t permit that.”
“”Can’t permit?” She laughs at the idea that you might be in charge. “I will decide whether or not…”
You slip out of her embrace and onto your knees on the ground. She turns to face you, her knees apart and her gold-thatched quim exposed to the firelight. It glistens in the warm glow. You brace your hands on her thighs, spreading her wider, more fully exposing that lovely fruit of her loins. You kiss her warm inner thigh and hear Theora suck in an excited breath. A moment later, her hand is on your head, guiding you to the perfumed patch of her pussy.
Although her hand guides you, your decision places you in control, denying her the power to make you cum as you lap eagerly at the perfect flower of her cunt. You press your face between her thighs and tongue her sweet nectar. You lash her clit and slide your tongue deeper, feeling her hot walls clutch around it. A shudder runs through her body and she takes hold of your head with both hands.
“Oh, Lucas,” she cries. “I might mistake you for an incubus.”
“Nnnnnnnn,” you moan, tongue burrowing deeper into her hot cove. She writhes against you, jerking her hips and smearing her sweet juices over your lips and chin. You catch her clit with your lips and suck it when her hip motions allow, producing lewd, wet slurping sounds.
“Ah! Ahhhh! You are sucking my clit!” She cries, bucking against your face, her fingers tightening almost painfully in your hair. “Ohhhhh Lucas, you will make me cum!”
“Mmmhmmhmmnnn,” you reply, beating your tongue furiously against her clit as the heat of her cunt seems to envelop you. Her muscular thighs tense and the hot flow of her nectar becomes a tidal wave of her sweet cum. You suck urgently at her clit and Theora wails with ecstasy.
“YESSSS! I’m cumming!” She bucks so hard she nearly knocks you over backwards. Her hands on your head keep you upright as she rises from the stump and mounts your face. Her weight presses down on your mouth and her hips jerk at the tempo of her pleasure. You can feel each contraction as her pussy spasms again and again, spreading her slick juices into your mouth and down your cheeks and chin.
“Ohhhhhhh, Lucas,” she moans, her breath coming in gasps. “No man has give me such pleasure.”
You beam with accomplishment as Theora dismounts from your face, the hot scent of her cunt replaced with the cool, fire-smoked air. You suck in ragged breaths, only just realizing how close you came to being smothered by her pleasure.
“Enough games,” she says, leaning down and smashing a sloppy kiss to your lips. Her hand reaches for your rigid manhood. “I need your cock, Lucas. I need it… inside me! Take me!”
You have never seen Theora in such a state. You yearn to satisfy her with your throbbing cock and find some relief yourself.
What do you do?
Take Theora passionately from above
Take Theora from behind
Ask Theora to ride atop your cock
Arrival in Bruno
The morning march is easy, but the afternoon is mostly spent walking uphill through broken terrain and it leaves you with sore ankles from turning your feet so many times. The day’s surprising heat beats down through the ragged trees and sweat trickles between your shoulder blades. You pause to uncork your waterskin and have a drink of warm water.
“Why are you stopping?” Theora demands.
“I need a drink,” you snap. “And my feet are killing me.”
“Yeah, leave him alone,” says Morelle. “Let’s stop walking. It’s borrrrring.”
“We can stop,” says Theora. “Because Bruno is just over this hill.”
Morelle stiffens suddenly, her eyes flashing with violet magic and her nostrils flaring as if she is a beast scenting a rival in the air.
“Yes,” hisses Morelle.
“What is it?” You ask.
“You have her scent?” Theora demands.
“She was here. She traveled this way.” Morelle holds her arms out, hands spread, as if she is balancing on an invisible cable as she walks up the hill. She wriggles her fingers.
“She walked like that?” You say.
“No, silly,” giggles Morelle. “I can feel her presence, like magnetism, lingering in the air. She is no longer here.”
You and Theora follow Morelle into the village of Bruno. Its timeworn houses and muddy lanes cling to the opposite slope of the hill, seeming to slump into the gloomy valley below. Many of the houses are shuttered or obviously uninhabitable. There is a small inn and a few shops. A h
andful of people look at you fearfully as you stand atop the hill overlooking their village.
“Down there?” You say, looking at the fearful peasants.
“No,” says Morelle. “Across the valley, on the next hill.”
You can just make out a few farm houses hidden in the dreary woods across the narrow valley. You head down into the village and for the only inn and tavern. According to the wooden sign hanging outside it is called, “The Blightwater.”
“Lovely name,” notes Theora as she follows you inside.
The tavern is as dreary inside as the town is on the outside. The handful of pale-faced patrons stop eating their gray-meat stew and drinking their pale lagers and stare at you and your traveling companions. The smoky windows barely let in any light, so the hearth fire and a few lanterns color the unwelcome tableaux a shifting red. You breathe in the dank atmosphere of smoke, sweat, and mildew.
“Who are you?” Spits the stooped man behind the counter. “What do you want?”
Some of the patrons begin to clear out, muttering as they push past Morelle. She licks her lips lasciviously and snaps her teeth at the last man to pass her.
“We are humble servants of Veleda,” you say, stepping towards the man behind the counter. “We are in search of word or rumors of unusual happenings in your village.”
“Ya mean more unusual than some scrawny kid and two done up whores walking into Bruno asking questions?” He spits a wad of green phlegm into a pail near his feet. “Might tell ya for a turn with one of ‘em.”
He licks his fat lips and strokes a hairy wart on his cheek. Theora’s eyes bulge with rage. She takes a step towards the counter and grips the edge so hard that it creaks beneath her hands.
“Or I could call upon the goddess to smite you and—“
Morelle steps beside Theora, patting her on the arm.
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