Visit with Gretchen the cow girl
Visit with Hina in your private suite
It's time to leave the sanctum
Beg to pleasure her ass
Theora is beautiful in the firelight with her shapely thighs parted and the golden thatch of her cunt on display. You could bury your face in her glistening petals and never come up for air, but you have an even greater need. Theora’s ass entranced you as you followed behind her all day walking towards Bruno. That memory of her firm, round cheeks bouncing slightly with each step, shifting tantalizingly beneath her gown, makes your cock stiffen in your trousers.
“What is it, Lucas?” She purrs. “What can you do for me?”
“Worship you,” you say, your voice almost a cry of desperation. “Your ass, Theora. Your lovely… lovely backside. It is so perfect, I… please let me worship it! Let me pleasure it!”
“My ass!?” She tosses her head back and laughs. “You dirty, dirty boy! To stuff your face between my cheeks and bathe my perfect pink asshole with your tongue! Is this what you desire?”
“Yessss!” You moan, crawling closer and falling against her knees. “Please, Theora, please. I beg of you! Let me pleasure your perfect ass!”
“Mmmmmmm.” She strokes your head as you look up at her solicitously. “Very well. I will allow you to pleasure me.”
She pushes you away roughly, nearly toppling you over as she rises to her feet and slowly turns her back. Your cock is already twitching in your trousers as Theora lifts her gown up the backs of her legs, slowly exposing her shapely thighs and the firm, creamy mounds of her ample ass. She bares her immaculate cuntlips and as she leans over the stump, spreads her cheeks and exposes the delicate pink rosebud of her anus. Like every other part of Theora, it seems perfect.
Theora watches you over her shoulder. She reaches back to wind her fingers in your unkempt hair and she pulls your face closer to the luscious mounds of her ass. You breathe in her scent, rich and yet immaculate, with the delicate note of arousal wafting from her gold-thatched quim. She pulls your closer and your nose brushes against her crack, your lips against the soft peach of her cunt. Your cock throbs in your trousers.
“Praise Veleda by pleasuring my ass,” she orders.
How could you disobey such a forceful command?
You stroke up the backs of her thighs to the pale prominence of Theora’s luscious rump. You spread it even wider and kiss the inner curves of her cheeks, feeling the lingering warmth of her travels on her supple flesh.
“Yesss,” she moans, thrusting her ass back against you. “Taste it, Lucas.”
“It’s so beautiful,” you moan as you smack kisses closer and closer to the delicate wrinkle of her asshole. “Your skin like fresh cream and your… mmmm… pink pucker. It’s so beautiful… mmmm… a lovely flower… mmmmmm… a blushing blossom.”
“Kiss it,” she moans, arching her back as you spread her crack wide. You lean in and press your lips to the velvety soft warmth of it. She moans and clenches her hole tighter. You run your tongue over it, feeling the pucker clench tighter. You roll your tongue around the wrinkled rim of her asshole, pressing your face into the warmth of her crack and tasting the faint bitterness and salt of her sweat. Even an angel sweats, apparently.
“Oh, Veleda, yes,” you moan, praising the goddess. “Thank you. Thank you, holy mother. Mmmmmmmm!”
You lick her asshole eagerly, pressing more and more insistently until your tongue parts her clench and slips into her steamy back passage. You moan as you press your tongue into her ass and Theora answers you with a cry of her own.
“Yesssss, lick deep inside my ass! You are a naughty boy!” She bounces her ass against your face, smothering you between her cheeks.
“Nnnnnnhnnn,” you agree, stiffening your tongue as it slides in and out of her stretched hole.
Theora reaches a hand between her thighs and begins rubbing her clit. As she does, she bends her knees and rubs her crack up and down against the hot offering of your tongue. Your saliva bathes between her cheeks and your tongue slips in and out of her pink pucker. She moves faster and faster, moaning with pleasure and roughly strumming her clit.
You lose yourself in the hot submission of pleasuring her, thrusting your tongue deep into Theora’s hungry asshole and smothering against her round ass. Even though you can barely breathe and your cock is straining painfully in your trousers, you focus completely on pleasuring her.
“YESSSS!” The angel cries and her wings spread with a sudden snap. A feather drifts loose and she arches her back hard as she pummels your face with her posterior. There is no mistaking her orgasm as her asshole begins to rhythmically clench around your thrusting tongue. The muscles in her buttocks and thighs tighten up as well. You moan hotly into the crack of her ass, burying your tongue as deep as it will go in her hole and savoring every squeeze of her muscles.
Theora finally lets out a long sigh and releases her grip on your hair. You take your time, licking her crack and cleaning away your saliva before finally raising your face from her ass.
“Did you cum in your trousers?” She asks, glancing down at the wet spot on the front of your pants.
“N-no,” you say. “That’s, um, precum. I was excited, um, but I didn’t cum.”
“Good,” she says. “Lie back. I’ll give you a little treat for your devotion to the goddess.”
“Yes!” You cry with excitement, stretching out on the ground so that your tented trousers stick up like a small hill.
Theora backs over you, standing astride your face. She squats down over your face, smothering you beneath her ass. You hear her muffled voice command, “Lick my ass, Lucas, and I’ll let you cum.”
You begin to eagerly service Theora’s pink pucker as she reaches out and takes hold of your cock. She massages you through your trousers and your cock jerks in answer to her touch.
“Oh, you do enjoy being a naughty boy,” she chuckles, flexing her knees to bounce her ass against your face and tongue. Her fingers reach for the buttons of your trousers. “Let’s take care of this, shall we?”
“Nnnnnnn,” you cry, tongue-fucking her asshole as she smothers you with her luscious bum. Your cock springs free of your unbuttoned trousers and Theora grasps your hardness with both her soft hands. She begins to wank you as you rim and lick her pink pucker. The more you lick, the more she strokes, until you are on the brink of exploding in her grasp.
“You’ve been a naughty little boy,” she moans, wriggling her ass atop your face. “But you have been very devoted to Veleda. So…”
Her fingers tickle the underside of your glans.
“… I will allow you to cum.”
She takes hold firmly of your cock, fingers sweeping over your slippery precum and spreading it over your sensitive, swollen cockhead. You cry out, your pleasure muffled beneath her ass, and you thrust into her stroking hands. Your peak is intense and heightened by the hot clench of her asshole against your tongue. You’ve never known such delicious depravity as you fuck the beautiful angels hands with your surging cock.
“Yes!” Theora laughs. “Cum for me you naughty boy!”
Your cock pulses in her grasp and you feel your massive load splashing all over your body and her hands and fingers. Theora milks your spurting cock dry and continues to wank your cream-smeared cock even as you are gasp with over-sensitivity.
She finally withdraws her hand from your cock and the weight of her ass lifts from your flushed face. With a wave of her hands, she is clean, but you are still filthy with your own seed.
“Clean up and go to bed,” she says, her gown dropping back into place. “We leave early in the morning.”
You sit up slowly, dazed from being beneath her for so long.
“Th-thank you,” you mumble. You clean your cock with a handkerchief and crawl off to your tent.
You retire to your tent, tossing and turning in your bedroll as you think about Theora’s luscious, creamy backside and how it felt as you shot your load
with the help of her deft hands. Oh, to be Theora’s throne. To be smothered beneath her lovely ass and occasionally wanked off for your tongue-cleaning service. For her to swallow your entire face between her round cheeks. These fantasies lead you to similar dreams, Theora as a giantess squeezing you in her crack, 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 cream.”
“I had all the cream 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 scald you raw with a cauldron full of oats.”
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 >
Allow the succubus to ride atop you
“Nothing wrong with a little fun,” you say, a sly smile curling your lips. “Go head, Morelle. Take it out.”
She squeals with girlish delight and unlaces your trousers like it is Saint’s Feast and she is opening gifts from the Solstice Angel. She unwinds the last lace, draws down your underwear, and your cock springs free and upright. She wanks its swollen length in her soft hands and nimble fingers, kissing you again and twitching her hips so the hot velvet of her cuntlips drags against your upright cock. Her juices begin to drip down your shaft.
“You want this, Lucas?” She teases, her breath hot against your lips. “My little pussy wrapped around your cock?”
“Yessss,” you hiss, stroking her hips and kneading her ass roughly with both hands. You gaze up into her twinkling violet eyes and growl, “Ride my cock.”
“Of course, master,” she moans, pushing her ass down into your lap and impaling the slick heat of her pussy onto your cock. Her molten channel slides around you and grips your shaft tightly. Her inner walls squeeze you like a velvet-gloved hand.
“Ahhhhhh,” you gasp and she kisses you, stealing your moan and turning it into a vibration of pleasure against her lips. She begins to move atop you, her breasts heaving with each ride up and down the straining hardness of your cock. Her pussy flexes around, massaging your cock from the root to the tip. She reaches a hand beneath her bouncing bottom and her fingers massage your tightening bollocks.
“Cum for me,” she pants against your lips. “Cum for me, Lucas. Cum deep inside me with that big cock.”
Your grip tightens on her plush ass and you thrust up and into the steamy depths of her pussy. Your pleasure rises with each stroke, ecstasy surging as you gaze up into her malevolent eyes.
“Ahhhhhh, yessss!” You cry, hilting in her steamy cunt with every stroke and making her breasts bounce wildly. She croons with pleasure, perhaps sensing your orgasm surging in your hardness. You are caught by the rush of your climax, seeming to stretch for eternity into the luscious body and hot cove of the beautiful succubus. The explosion is just as intense, your cock jerking inside Morelle as you fire her cum deep into her pussy.
“Fill me,” she coos, massaging your balls as they jerk and you unleash your seed into her hungry cunt. The pleasure of your climax is heightened by the familiar hot pleasure of Morelle feeding on your essence. With each twitch of your cock there is an equal pulse of pleasure from her devouring some small morsel of your soul.
The pleasure exhausts you and you slump back, your hands slipping from the ample softness of her ass. Morelle laughs and rides you even harder. Her inner muscles milk your creamy cock and your manhood will not soften inside her hot cunt. She leans over you, pressing her hands on your chest, her eyes glowing brightly as she rides you hard and fast.
“E-enough,” you moan.
“More!” She cries, her ass slapping against you and her tits bouncing wildly. Her savage hunger sends a ripple of fear through you, but such fear is not match for the overbearing pleasure she is giving you. Her body move like a dancer’s, her back serpentine and her hips jerking to keep her lovely ass moving atop you.
“Ahhhh, you’re going to make me cum again,” you cry as she rides you and milks your cock with her inner muscles.
“Again and again until I have every drop,” she insists.
The evil in her eyes and in her predatory grin are enough to send you plunging over the edge into a second, despairing orgasm. You cry out, grabbing her ass once more, fingers sinking into the softness of her flesh as you spurt into her creamy depths. Her inner walls milk you and feed upon you, the pleasure of creation and destruction mingling to form a maddening ecstasy.
“Give it all to me,” she laughs, still moving even as your orgasm fades.
“No,” you whisper. You find your resolve and shove her roughly away. She tries to remain saddled on your hard cock, but you twist your body and escape the prison of her silky thighs. She tries to drag you back, her power surging, her body flushed with her feeding, but you manage to kick her away.
“Lucas,” she whines. “Come back. I will suck you dry and you will love it.”
“I have a duty to Veleda,” you say, which gives you strength like a prayer just to speak aloud. You rise to your feet, your dripping cock betraying your misdeeds but your expression a mask of resolve. “You are dangerous, Morelle.”
“Dangerously fun,” she giggles, twisting and posing on the ground to show off her luscious curves. “Come on, Lucas, don’t you want another ride?”
She parts her thighs to expose her lavender folds dripping with your cream. Her obscene pose does make your cock twitch, but you are already pulling on your clothes. She sighs with defeat and with a wave of her hand she is dressed in her tight-fitting breeches and her traveling bodice. If anything, her revealing clothing only makes her more attractive. You resist the urge to yank your trousers down and take her one last time.
“We need to get back to camp,” you say, trying to soften your anger. She is, after all, a succubus. It is in her nature to what to drink a man dry and your fault for believing she was safe simply because she is your ally.
With the help of Morelle’s night vision, you find your way easily back to the camp. Theora has already retired to her large tent. Fearing for your safety, you will not allow Morelle to join you in your tent. She sulks off to the dwindling campfire and you slip into your bedroll.
Morelle is in your tent, her face twisted into an evil smile as her body moves atop you, drawing you to your doom. You try to escape her, but you thrust deeper inside, her cunt opening like a hungry mouth to swallow you, body and soul, into her demonic heart.
Thankfully, it is only a dream, and you awaken to the gray light of dawn leaking through the flap of your tent. You rise, stretch, and pull on your boots. The savory smell of cooking helps awaken you as you stumble out of your tent.
Theora is cooking breakfast. Morelle is sulking by the fire, a blanket pulled around her shoulders and an untouched bowl of food resting on her knees.
“Eat up,” says Theora, passing you a bowl of steaming oats and roasted meat. “If we leave soon we will reach Bruno before nightfall.”
“Thank you,” you say, taking a seat beside Morelle and tucking into the food.
“Sorry I made you sleep by the fire,” you say to Morelle. “But you had it coming.”
“I did,” admits the succubus. “But it was still mean. Maybe
I won’t have sex with you anymore to punish you.”
You glance over at her, mid-bite of oatmeal, and give her a dubious look.
“Allllright,” she chuckles. “I will still let you have sex with me. Do you want to do it now? You can do it in my ass again if you want!”
“No,” you say. “No, definitely not.”
You picture her evil smile from your dreams, but the thought of her pale body moving atop you one last time is enough to make your cock twitch. Morelle notices the shift in your trousers and gives you an evil wink.
CONTINUE >
Wait for her to get out of the water
“Ah, I think I’ll wait,” you say.
“Oh?” Morelle floats onto her back in the steaming water, her breasts breaking the surface and her pale legs kicking in the silvery moonlight. Your cock twitches in your trousers and you have to look away from the sight of the gorgeous demon girl luxuriating in the hot water.
“I’ll, um, just sit over here,” you say, moving away from the stream to a rock at the edge of the clearing. You sit down on the boulder and wince as your erection shifts uncomfortably in the tight front of your trousers. You try not to look over at the murmuring stream and the bathing succubus. Morelle does not make it any easier on you as she giggles and moans softly, turning and splashing in the water.
You do not have to wait long for her to finish. She arises from the water, a glistening white goddess, her body steaming with the residual heat of the water. She strides towards you, her breasts gently bouncing as she mounts the bank and steps onto the grassy clearing. Her hips sway from side to side and her eyes glow with the violet demonic flames of her essence. The lavender tint of her hard nipples and areolas becomes visible in a shaft of moonlight. She stops, her hips cocked to one side, shamelessly naked and standing so close that you can smell the perfumed wetness of her hair.
“Why so shy, Lucas?” She chuckles. “You have seen my body before. You have touched me all over.”
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