You experience the toe-curling rush of your climax and spurt out long, glistening ropes of spunk that splash against Theora’s thighs, her toned abdomen and the mounds of her breasts. She wanks you past the point of your release and you cry out, “Ahhhh! Enough! Please!”
“Enough?” She gives your cock a final rough squeeze. “Enough for you, perhaps.”
She waves her hand and your cum disappears from her thighs, gown, and fingers. She gets to her feet and stands over you with an impatient look in her eye. Still slightly out of breath from the intensity of your orgasm, you struggle to quickly stuff your cum-smeared cock back into your trousers. You get to your feet the moment you tuck your cock back into your trousers.
“You need sleep,” she says. “Go to your tent and I’ll wake you in the morning.”
You feel like you need to say something, to explain or apologize, but you can’t come up with anything and wither under Theora’s harsh glare. You retreat to your tent and crawl into your bedroll.
She waves her hand and she is clean and dressed once more in her gown. You tuck your cock back into your trousers. You feel suddenly ten times as exhausted from the long march.
“I think, um, I will go to my tent now and, um, get some rest.”
“Yes, of course,” says Theora, stirring the fire with a stick. “We leave before dawn.”
You retire to your tent, tossing and turning in your bedroll as you think about Theora’s soft hand massaging your manhood. In your dream she is joined by other angels, each using their hand until they all hold your enormous cock like the festival girls around the planting pole. These fantasies lead you to similar dreams, Theora as a giantess squeezing you in the pillowy soft palm of her hand, from which you are rudely awakened by Theora’s harsh command, “Up with you!”
“Wha?” You stir in your tent, the light still gray before dawn.
“I said get up,” shouts Theora. “I have almost finished with breakfast. Eat it quickly so we can be on our way.”
You pull on your clothes and stagger out of your tent. Theora is stirring a pot of sweet-smelling oats over the fire and tending to a cast iron skillet filled with sizzling meat. Morelle is sulking on one of the overturned logs by the fire, idly stirring a steaming bowl of oats and meat.
“Here,” says Theora, passing a similar bowl to you. “No honey.”
“I had all the honey I need last night.” You begin to recollect, a dreamy smile on your face, but your bliss is cut short by Theora’s hard stare.
“Speak no more of last night or I will slap you so hard your lips disappear from your face.”
You sigh and sit down beside Morelle.
“You never came looking for me,” says the succubus. “I was waiting for you to come fuck me.”
You sigh again and begin to stuff your face with the food. Full, but still sore and half-asleep, you strike camp. Theora promises you will arrive in Bruno before nightfall.
CONTINUE >
Creamy Cleavage
Staring at Gretchen’s breasts, huge and creamy and gently molded by her squeezing hands, you do not have to think long about which of her techniques you wish to experience.
“Your Creamy Cleavage,” you say. “I can’t… they’re so big. And soft.”
“Mmmmmm, yes,” she agrees. “So full of milk. Like your cock is full of boy milk. We can work together. Come and have a taste.”
She beckons you closer and you stagger towards her, your cock twitching painfully in your trousers. She grabs you by the back of your head and pulls you into a sloppy, steamy kiss. You cry out against her muffling lips as her tongue thrusts into your mouth and swirls against your tongue. You yield at first, but your desire overcomes your submission and you begin to thrust your tongue against hers. She pulls your head away, her fingers tight in the back of your hair.
“Now, drink my milk,” she says. “Just a little to make you nice and ready.”
She pulls your face down to her left breast. You can smell the sweetness of her milk beading at the fat pink tip of her nipple.
“Open up,” she says, yanking your head back. “Stick out your tongue.”
You do as you are told, opening wide and sticking out your tongue. She holds your head still with one hand and uses the other hand to squeeze her breast, her fingers moving in a pressing motion towards her wide areola and jutting nipple. A warm spray of her breastmilk splashes your open mouth, lips, nose, and drizzles your chin. The sweetness on your tongue is incredible. The warm milk pours into your mouth and she feeds her nipple and the soft, milk-sweetened bulge of her areola into your mouth. You immediately begin sucking, her cream filling your mouth with each suck as you gulp the flood of her milk.
“Mmmmmmmm,” you moan as strange warmth begins to suffuse your body. Whatever magic resides in her milk is fast-acting and powerful. You feel very warm and drunk. And happy. So happy. Your cock throbs, near the point of orgasm from the sensation.
She pulls your head away from her creamy teat and releases you to stagger back, milk oozing from the corners of your mouth. Gretchen’s smile makes you smile in reply.
“Isn’t it delicious?” She hefts her right breast up and sucks her own milk from the nipple, drinking the cream for a moment before releasing her breast to jiggle back into place. “Mmmmm. There is a chair up against the wall. Be a good boy and take your pants off and then have a seat. I will go and fetch a bottle.”
Your mind isn’t working properly. You nod dumbly and stumble over to the chair pushed up against the wall. You kick off your boots and strip off your trousers and underwear, flopping down onto the chair with your glistening cock sticking up from your lap. It is difficult not to masturbate, but Gretchen did not tell you to stroke yourself, so you resist the urge.
Gretchen saunters back into the room with swinging hips and lust-heavy blue eyes. You watch the sway of her creamy tits as she approaches you with an empty glass milk bottle held in one hand.
“W-what’s that for?” You ask, your cock twitching as you suspect the answer.
“Your milk, silly,” she giggles. “It usually takes a few days to fill one of these bottles with a man’s cream, but I’m going to try to fill it all in one day with a strapping young boy like you.”
She gets down on her knees with a heavy thump and fondles your cum-heavy bollocks in one hand.
“Mmmm, lots of milk, but maybe two days,” she says.
“Oh gods, forgive me,” you moan as she wraps her hand around your cock and begins to stroke you.
“They don’t mind you sharing your milk,” she giggles. “The Queen of Monsters will be very happy to have it.”
You think to ask her for more information about the Queen of Monsters and then the warm weight of her soft tits settles against your manhood. She presses her tits from both sides, squeezing your straining cock in the deep valley between her breasts. Your cock is completely lost in her creamy mounds. The pleasure is both gentle and excruciating. She squeezes tighter still and begins to wank your cock with her breasts, the very tip of your hardness popping up through her cleavage like an amulet with each downward stroke.
“Oh, it’s so good,” you moan, grabbing the sides of the chair to keep from grabbing Gretchen.
“Don’t hold back, Lucas,” she moans. “Cum for me as soon as you want.”
“Ohhhhh!” You jerk and thrust between her tits, your cock exploding almost as soon as she tells you to cum. Your creamy spunk jets up from between her tits and Gretchen lets out a cry of delight. Your spunk splashes up to her throat, decorates her upper chest, and comes sliding in a gooey white cascade back down into her cleavage.
“Yes, yes,” she moans, squeezing and wanking you with a grin of delight on your face. “Give it all to me Lucas. Cover me with your cream.”
She strokes you until you begin to moan from your over-sensitivity. She releases your cock from between her breasts as it begins to go soft. There is a pronounced blush of friction between her tits and her mounds are smeared with your cu
m. She picks up the bottle and you watch in the dazed afterglow as she uses the rim to scoop up as much of your cum as she can from her breasts and from your sensitive cock.
“Not bad,” she says, holding up the bottle. “But I’m afraid I lost too much scooping it up like that. This time, tell me before you cum and I’ll finish you straight into the bottle.”
“W-what? This time?” You ask, looking down at your flaccid cock.
“Yessss,” she laughs, leaning her face down to your cock and give it a long, slow lick. She takes you into her mouth, sucking just enough to stiffen your limp cock and draw you back to nearly full hardness. She releases you from her lips and squeezes you once more between her milky breasts. Now, with a generous coating of her saliva, your cock slides easily between her creamy breasts. She squeezes tight and begins to bounce up and down against your lap.
“Now remember,” she pants, riding her tits against your stiff cock, “you must tell me when you are about to spill your seed so I can save it all in the bottle. Every drop lost means another drop I will have to extract later.”
“Ex-extract?” You moan, watching her creamy cleavage ride up and over the darkening plum of your cockhead.
“Milk it, silly,” she says. “For me and then for the Queen of Monsters… if there’s any of your yummy milk left.”
“Ohhhhhhh,” you cry and tremble with pleasure as she bounces faster and faster against your cock. Her velvety bust moves and squeezes and slides around you until there is no escaping the building pressure of another orgasm. You look down into Gretchen’s lusty blue eyes and moan, “I’m getting very close.”
She moves with great urgency to free your cock from between her plush mounds. She grasps your shaft in one hand, angling the tip downward some and raising the wide-mouthed milk bottle to the head of your cock. A moment more would have been too late as you groan with pleasure.
The gentle tug of her hand on your cock is sufficient to drive you over your edge. Gushes of your hot seed pump into the glass bottle, spattering the sides and dripping down to the bottom. She manages the difficult task of wanking you with one hand and holding the bottle so that none of your spurts miss the mouth. She gamely collects every drop, squeezing out the last and using the inner rim of the bottle to wipe the pearly beads away.
“Oh, that’s a nice amount in there,” she giggles, swirling your cum in the bottle. “A half dozen more and I might be able to make a potion.”
“H-half dozen?” You say, still breathless in the aftermath of your intense orgasm.
“That’s right,” she says, returning one hand to your shrinking cock. She gives your manhood a hard squeeze. ”You have a lot of milk in there and I intend to get it all before I let you have a rest.”
As Gretchen begins to wank you more vigorously, you realize that there is no longer a hope of escape. You have been defeated by the cow girl.
CONTINUE >
Visit with Morelle the novice succubus
“I would like to visit with Morelle,” you say. “Please take me toher.”
“Of course, master,” says Hina, turning smartly on her heel and leading you down a hall and up two staircases. You soon arrive at a pink door decorated with carvings of hearts and lewd acts by voluptuous women. You rap your knuckles lightly on the door.
“Come iiiiiinnn!” Morelle calls from the other side.
You enter the pink-and-crimson-draped boudoir of the young succubus. She is lounging on her tummy, propped up on her elbows on her four-poster bed, the ever-sunset and warm breeze drifting through the parted curtains of her balcony. Her peachy bottom is covered by the lavender satin of her panties and she is idly kicking one leg up as she picks through a box of gourmet chocolates. Did she bring those here somehow from her excursion to the real world? Did Hina make them for her?
“What is it H—oh, Lucas!” She flashes a bright smile when she sees it is you and bounces up from the bed with excitement that nearly frees her ample but from her corset. She runs to you, through her arms around your shoulders and showering your face with chocolate-flavored kisses. “You came to visit me? You sure have been spending a lot of time with me! You must really like me!”
“You’re very fun to be around,” you admit.
“Yes, that’s correct,” she laughs. “Come over to the bed, I want to show you something!”
Morelle takes your hand and walks you over to her bed. She climbs onto the bed on one knee, giving you a lovely view of her round bottom filling out her satin panties. The succubus uses her prehensile tail, watching you over her shoulder as the tip curls into the back of her panties and slowly peels her underwear down to reveal the plush cream of her cheeks and—
“A tattoo!” You cry in surprise as she exposes the pink heart-shaped design with the name LUCAS tattooed in black across its surface.
“Do you like it?” She asks, wiggling her hips and shaking her ass.
“Well, I mean, tattoos are not very common in St. Ingbert. Usually only soldiers or sailors have them and if a woman has them, well, um…”
“She’s a whore?” Morelle asks, feigning insult.
“I mean, she works at the brothel,” you say sheepishly.
Morelle’s eyes widen as if she is taking even greater offense and then her mask of anger cracks into a smile. She bursts into girlish laughter.
“Oh, Lucas, I just wanted to see your reaction!” She smacks her hand on her jiggling bottom and when she lifts her hand the tattoo is gone in a faint puff of sweet-smelling smoke. “I’m learning how to control my succubus magic! I can make tattoos on myself now! Watch!”
She does a falling pirouette onto the bed and as she does her lingerie vanishes in wisps of smoke and vines of thorns and roses crawl from her shoulders, winding over her biceps, and down to her wrists. Floral arrangements of tattoos and thorny vines frame her breasts and reach like ink tendrils down from her hips to her thighs. She rubs her legs together, turning on the bed and moaning as if the magic tattooing gives her pleasure.
“Do you like them?” She moans, running her hands up to her breasts and tweaking her lavender nipples.
“They’re beautiful,” you say, admiring the intricate designs. “But it’s a little creepy to watch them appear on you. Like a disease or something.”
“A disease?” She pouts and waves her hands. There is a faint static crackle and another puff of sweet-smelling smoke and the tattoos are gone, leaving behind Morelle’s creamy, unmarked, and very nude body. “Well, I thought they were fun.”
“They’re fun,” you say. “It’s just, you’re so beautiful anyway, Morelle, I…”
“Oh, you always know what to say,” she says, sprawling dramatically on her bed, her thighs parted and her hand running down to the delicate mound of her pussy. She looks you in the eyes, her violet eyes flashing demonically as her fingers spread the glistening folds of her cunt. “I know why you’re really here. Come and give me a little snack, Lucas.”
There’s no refusing Morelle. You shed your trousers and begin unbuttoning your tunic as you climb onto the bed. Your cock is already hard as she pulls you atop her, into a passionate kiss, her tail finding your cock and wrapping around the base of your shaft. You moan against her sugary-sweet lips as her tail deftly guides you to the hot folds of Morelle’s pussy. You gasp as you thrust into that molten core, feeling her slick walls clutch against you as her legs wrap around you and pull you deeper.
“Ohhhh, Lucas, your cock is huge,” she cries, raking your back and shoulders with her nails.
You grunt and thrust harder into her, driving deep and feeling your balls pressing against the soft divot of her asshole. The bed shakes with the force of your thrusts and Morelle arches beneath you, keeping her legs clamped tight around your waist. Your pleasure rises quickly in her exquisite pussy.
“Going to cum,” you groan, feeling your stones tighten and your cum churn.
“Yessss!” She hisses. “Cum inside me, Lucas! Feed me your essence!”
“Ohhhhhh ye
s!” You shout, throwing back your head and railing into her cunt with total abandon. Your cock swells and throbs in the hot vise of her perfect pussy and you explode, firing your seed deep into her slick channel. Pulse after pulse of your cum races out and pours into her quim. As you cum, you feel the background pleasure of her feeding upon your life force. Each orgasmic twitch is enhanced by a gentle sucking sensation as she pulls out some small morsel of your essence.
Morelle is still feeding as your orgasm recedes, but you manage to push her away and roll out from between her clenching thighs. You flop beside her, gasping, your glistening cock red and still twitching with aftershocks. Morelle rolls onto her side, her violet eyes glowing brightly with fresh magical force.
She reaches out and wraps a delicate hand around your cock. Her stroke is so skilled that you groan and push her hand away for fear she will coax you back to hardness.
“Once is enough,” you say. “For now, Morelle. I can’t have you killing me.”
“Someday,” she says. “When you’re ready, I’ll be there to eat up every drop.”
She looks like she means it, but bursts into girlish giggles that you hope mean she was joking. Whether or not it is a joke, it is enough to convince you that it is time to go. You ignore her pouting as you pull on your clothes and stagger out of Morelle’s suite.
Hina is waiting for you in the hallway beyond the room.
“Hello, master,” she says merrily. “I hope you had an enjoyable visit with Morelle.”
“Uh, yes,” you say. “Do you think she would really…”
“What is it, master?” Hina asks, cocking her head to the side and looking at you with her glassy eyes.
“Nothing,” you say, thinking better than asking an automaton about the motives a demon-girl.
“Very good, master,” she says happily. “Was there someone else you would like to visit?”
What do you do?
Visit with Oola the slime girl
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