She runs her hands from her hips up to her breasts, squeezing them and plucking at her nipples, mouthing a moan as she gaze into your eyes. Your stiff cock twitches in your trousers. It takes an incredible effort for your mouth to actually form words.
“This is real,” you blurt. “All of this is real, it’s not like when we’re in the sanctum. You’re… dangerous.”
“Awwww, me?” She pouts and saunters even closer. She steps wide, straddling your legs and dropping the soft weight of her ass onto your lap. As she does, she rests her arms on your shoulders. “I’m not dangerous, Lucas, just a little bit hungry.”
“H-hungry?” You stammer, looking into the glowing violet of her eyes.
“Mmmmmm, yes,” she hisses, leaning closer. Her soft breasts drag against your chest, her nipples prodding your through your tunic, her breath hot on your neck. You turn away, trying to avoid her luscious lips. She giggles and nibbles at your earlobe. “Kiss me, Lucas. This is what you wanted. Don’t fight it.”
She brushes her lips against your neck. Her tongue teases your tender flesh. She seems to be laughing softly at your discomfort, but you are afraid to look anywhere other than the night sky for fear you will see Morelle’s loveliness and succumb to her charms.
“Why else did you follow me, Lucas?” She laughs, kissing your collarbone. She reaches a hand out to cradle your cheek and force you to turn your head towards her. He horns seem larger than usual, her wings more menacing, and yet despite her demonic nature, she seems more beautiful than ever. Ironically, she looks almost innocent with her large violet eyes and lightly freckled cheeks.
She brings her lips very close to yours, close enough that you can taste the sweetness of her breath as she pleads, “Kiss me.”
What do you do?
Kiss Morelle and embrace your lust
Refuse to kiss her and return to camp
Prematurely judged by Veleda
Oblivion gives way to light that grows brighter and brighter until it burns in your eyes. The light slowly yields details of immense columns, billowing curtains and a vast floor that seems to be made of polished white tiles. Sunlight streams through massive windows and you realize you are standing in a temple far too huge to have ever been constructed by human hands.
“Veleda,” you murmur, realizing you stand in the domain of the goddess herself.
You hear her footsteps approaching. Her lovely golden hair is slightly disheveled, her diaphanous gown clinging a bit obscenely to her giant and lovely body, and her flawless blue eyes puffy with sleep. She yawns and stretches, which causes her nipples as large as your fists to strain at her gown. She recovers from her yawn and looks down at you sleepily.
You fall to your knees and bow your head.
“Forgive me, Veleda,” you cry.
“Lucas LeBlanc!” Hearing your name from her divine lips sends a tremor of fear through your body. She leans her massive head down to look at you better. A golden ringlet dangles against your back and tickles your neck. “You have allowed your soul to be devoured by a succubus. She was your traveling companion! You have already beaten that one, you foolish boy!”
“I know, I am a fool!” You shout, nearly weeping with shame.
“Stop your groveling,” she scolds. “You are wasting your lives and my power letting that silly succubus girl eat your soul. Do not do it again, Lucas, or I may not be so generous.”
“Thank you, my goddess,” you say, relief washing over you.
“Yes, I am only granting you another life this time because you do not have to defeat this accursed little harlot. She is already beaten.”
Veleda stands upright again, looming over you in all her holy perfection. You look up at her, eyes watery with your tears. She snaps her fingers with a thunderous boom and bright white light explodes from her hand, seeming to consume you and burn away your flesh.
Gray, pre-dawn light replaces the brightness of Veleda’s domain. You are standing by the campfire in the woods. It is just before sunrise. Fingers snap loudly in front of your face and you jerk away.
“Wake up, Lucas,” says Theora, looking at you with annoyance.
“What? I’m awake,” you say, seeing a reflection of Veleda’s annoyed beauty in the silvery-blue eyes of Theora.
The angel presses a steaming bowl of oatmeal and roasted meat into your hand.
“Eat up,” she says. “We leave soon if we want to make it to Bruno before nightfall.”
“R-right,” you say, still disoriented by the transition from being devoured by Morelle, to being confronted by Veleda, to standing before the campfire.
Morelle is sitting on one of the fallen logs beside the fire pit, idly stirring her bowl of breakfast.
“Um, hello,” you say, sitting a safe distance away from her.
“Oh, Lucas,” she says, brightening up. “Hey, I am so hungry. I had this dream that I ate and ate and ate and filled my tummy up and when I woke up I was starving.”
She sets her bowl of food aside, clearly disinterested in normal sustenance as she slides closers to you and slips an arm around your shoulders.
“How about we duck into your tent for a bit and I have a little snack?” She kisses your neck and nibbles at your ear. “I’ll suck your cock.”
Your manhood twitches in your trousers.
“Away from him!” Theora shouts. “Leave him be! There is no time for your childishness, Morelle!”
“Oh, fine,” pouts Morelle, sliding back to her spot and picking up her bowl of food. She makes a disgusted face as she begins to eat.
You smile gratefully at Theora, but her back is already turned as she begins to take down her elaborate tent. Relieved to be alive, you tuck into your bowl of breakfast, savoring each bite knowing it has been granted only by the forgiveness of the goddess.
CONTINUE >
Let Morelle stay in your tent
You know better than to let Morelle continue rubbing her plush backside against your cock. You should kick her out of your tent. It would be the smart thing to do. Then you remember the way she trembled in the cold and you gave her your jacket. Even if she can summon a down coat from thin air, you would feel guilty sending her out into the chilly night air.
“Fine, you can stay,” you mutter. “But leave me alone.”
She answers you with a soft laugh and pushes her ass back, your cock find the indentation of her crack through her silky gown. She rubs against your underside, stroking you through your trousers with the warmth of her ass. You growl with irritation and roll onto your other side, leaving your back facing Morelle.
The succubus makes a disappointed sound and for a moment you have peace. You are so weary from the journey that you nearly fall asleep in those few seconds. Then you feel Morelle’s hand creepy around your hip. Her warm body presses against your back and her breath teases the side of your neck.
“Morelle,” you whisper.
“What?” She whispers and nibbles at your earlobe. Her hand slips into your trousers and her soft fingers wrap around your cock, ensuring that it stiffens fully under her expert caress. You groan as your swollen tip rubs the inside of your trousers. Her fingers coax you to straining hardness in a matter of seconds.
You reach back, feeling her hip, and slide your hand between the two of you. You fumble for the hem of her gown and slip your touch beneath it, moving between the plump warmth of her thighs. You feel her silky cunt, hot with her eternal lust, and you caress her folds and delicate clit, eliciting a soft sight from the succubus.
“You must stop this,” you say as she wanks you inside your trousers. You curl two fingers into the hot slickness of her cunt. “We need our rest.”
“You seem wide awake to me,” she replies, giving your cock a squeeze just beneath the tip. “Do you wish to spill your seed inside your trousers or shall I take it out?”
You shift just enough to unbutton your trousers and draw down your underwear. Your hard cock springs free. You flip back the blanket just enough to expose your c
ock to the cool air inside the tent. Morelle giggles against your ear, teasing it with her tongue as she wanks your straining hardness. You pump two fingers into her cunt and beat the heel of your palm steadily against her clit. Despite the pleasure building in your cock, the position is awkward and Morelle knows it.
With a soft growl, she rolls you onto your back and disappears beneath the blanket. A moment later her feet, knees, and ass are sticking out from under the blanket and you feel the heat of her mouth descend onto your cock.
“Ohhhhhhhh, Morelle,” you moan, resting a hand on her plump backside draped in her silky gown.
“MMmmhmmm,” she replies, her words vibrating over your cock as she continues to bob eagerly on your straining manhood. Her plump lips glide expertly over your cockhead and her demonic tongue twists and curls around your shaft, stroking you like a tentacle inside her mouth. You lose your resistance in the molten warmth of her mouth.
You slip your hand under her gown, lifting it and exposing her shapely backside and her lavender-tufted quim. A bit of urging with your hand coaxes her to shift and plant her knees on either side of your head. Her ample ass is in your face and her slick, delicate cunt only inches from your mouth. The sweet smell of her arousal is nearly enough to make you cum down Morelle’s throat.
“Mmmmmmm,” she says, encouraging you to stroke her ass with both hands and lean up to begin licking her sweet groove.
Tonguing Morelle’s tantalizing twat produces an excited reaction from the demoness. She moans around your hardness and bobs lower, gulping you into the hot silk of her throat and licking your balls as she sucks you deep. You reply to this pleasure with more intense licking, thrusting your tongue deep into her hot channel and tightly squeezing her luscious ass. The more you bury your tongue in her raunchy cunt, the more she sucks and pleasure your cock. Her hot saliva spills down to your balls and her tongue flicks deftly beneath your cockhead.
Her lips pop free for a moment and she gasps, “Yes, Lucas, make me cum!”
“Nnnnnnnnhhnnn!” You answer her, feverishly tonguing her cunt, spreading her ass, and swallowing the hot nectar that pours into your mouth. You thrust into her mouth, into her throat, arching beneath her as her cry of pleasure vibrates around your straining hardness.
“Ohhhhhh yessss!” Morelle cries, bucking her shapely hips and rubbing her hot cunt against your tongue. Her juices flood your mouth, as sweet as the silky peach of her pussy. You slurp and lick and suck lewdly and the tide of her cum sends you over the edge.
You buck your hips even as she is grinding on your tongue and thrust deep into her throat. You hear a soft gurgle and feel the squeeze of her throat around your cock. Your hardness pulses and throbs and spurts deep into her throat. She takes your deep thrusts down her throat without complaint. Her tongue is relentless, squeezing and milking you as she sucks.
“Morelle,” you cry, your head dropping back and cool air flowing over your juice-slicked face. “Oh, that’s enough.”
She pops her lips free of your wet cock and looks back at you over her shapely body and the plump heart of her creamy ass.
“Enough? Mmmmm, that was just a taste.” She turns like a beast lunging at its prey. She is atop you in an instant, straddling you facing you. You try to sit up and she hugs her soft breasts in your face. The gown she is wearing seems to melt away and you find yourself protesting directly into the smothering warmth of her tits.
“Morelle, you must stop,” you cry into her hot cleavage. She grips your cock, squeezing it and somehow preventing it from going soft. Her freshly licked cunt glides over your tip, each twitch of her hips dragging her hot folds onto your cock. She teases you with her molten entrance, pulling your face back against her breasts each time you manage to lift your head.
“I won’t fuck you,” she says, jerking her hips and rubbing the hot velvet of her pussy on your straining cock. “You have to fuck me, Lucas. Go on. Take what you want.”
You resist her for all of a few seconds before the teasing stroke of her cunt against the head of your cock overwhelms all self control. You grab hold of her hips, squeezing fingers into the plush cheeks of her ass, and you thrust upwards, hilting your cock in her slick channel in a single stroke.
“Ahhhhh!” She cries, arching back and at last freeing your face from her smothering breasts. The hot sheath of her cunt squeezes you in her velvet vise. You thrust into her, moving purely on instinct, your body weakened by her feeding, but strong enough to still fuck her. Your grip on her ass tightens as she begins a rolling ride atop you. Her breasts heave, her ride intensifies, and she steadies herself with both hands pressing down on your chest.
“Fuck me!” She cries, her voice sounding into the night. “Fuck me, Lucas!”
“Ahhhhhh yes!” You marvel at her alabaster beauty, jiggling and bouncing atop you, cheeks flushed and eyes glowing with burning demonic power. A final thrust plunges you over the edge and you drive your cock deep, exploding inside her and pumping your dwindling seed into the uncanny suction of her cunt. Her eyes flare brighter and you feel the peculiar pleasure of the succubus feeding upon your essence. Each throb of your cock sends more of your cum and more of your life force flooding into Morelle’s hungry body.
You slump beneath her as your orgasm diminishes. Morelle laughs and rides even more heavily atop you. She pins you down and bounces roughly atop your cock, her pussy creamy and slurping lewdly as she slides up and down on your cock.
“No more,” you moan.
“Yessss,” she hisses. “I crave your sweet essence, Lucas! I need it all!”
“No!” You cry. “No, get off of me!”
You try to push her away, to escape from beneath her, but you are too weakened and she is too strong. You give a last, desperate cry of effort, trying to dislodge her, but the succubus slams you back down and bounces her ass down onto your cock. Her pussy grips you, promising your doom.
The flap of your tent is suddenly flung open and you glimpse two hands grabbing Morelle by her wings. The demoness cries and is suddenly flung into the night. You sit up and glimpse her smashing through the embers of the fire and rolling into the nearby woods.
“Do not try it again, succubus!” Theora roars with fury, her normally silver-blue eyes burning with the golden righteousness of Veleda. As Morelle picks herself up, muttering sullenly, Theora wheels on you. She jabs a finger into your chest. “And you, Lucas! You should know better by now. Never trust these monster girls, even those you have beaten before!”
“I-I understand,” you say.
Her expression softens the tiniest bit.
“Good,” she says. “Go to sleep. We break camp at dawn.”
You nod as she closes the flap of your tent. You pull your blanket back over your body and quickly slip into the darkness of total exhaustion. You dream of Morelle and Theora, both nude and bathed in magic light, wrestling on the ground and in the air, their lovely bodies intertwined. In this lurid fantasy, their anger at each other becomes lust, their legs joining and their snarls becoming gasps of pleasure.
The thin gray light of the predawn morning spills through the flap of your tent. You can smell something savory that stirs your hunger. You slip on your travel clothes and your boots. You are sore from so much walking, but you feel rejuvenated by the sleep you managed.
Theora stands beside the campfire, stirring a pot of something that smells delicious. On a pan of blackened iron she has thick, sizzling slices of ham.
“Have some food,” she says, ladling the steaming outs from the pot into a wooden bowl. She adds a generous portion of the browned ham. “We continue at dawn. We will reach Bruno by nightfall.”
“Right,” you say, tucking into the food, glad to avoid any uncomfortable conversation with Theora about what happened the night before.
Morelle staggers out of the nearby woods with leaves and broken twigs clinging to her tattered gown and her tangled hair. She sighs and her composed beauty returns as if her bedraggled state was smoke that lifted from
a pond at morning. Theora mutters something to the succubus and passes her a bowl of steaming oats. Morelle flops down onto the log beside you and says, “Sorry about last night.”
“You’re forgiven,” you say, spooning more oats into your mouth. You continue with a full mouth, “But I’m not going to be so stupid again.”
She says something under her breath. It sounds like, “We will see.”
You decide not to quarrel with her about it.
CONTINUE >
Take Theora from behind
Theora’s angelic face carries with it a trace of judgment even when she is crying with pleasure. You cannot forget all the times she has berated you for failing during training or for being a weak human fool. Better, you decide, to gaze upon her firm, round bottom and plunder the hot cove of her cunt from behind.
“Bend over,” you gasp, urging her with your hands on her shapely hips. “I will take you from behind.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, fuck me, Lucas!”
She bends over the nearby stump, bracing herself on her hands, her plump tits dangling between her arms and her ample yet firm ass facing the glow of the fire. The gold-fuzzed peach of her pussy glistens in the moving lights of the flames. Theora looks back at you over her shoulder and slowly sways her hips and ass from side to side.
“Fuck me,” she moans again. “I need your human cock.”
Looking down at that luscious ass, you could not possibly disobey her command. You take hold of her cheeks, spreading them wider and exposing the pink knot of Theora’s anus. She moans at your forcefulness and you surge forward, thrusting your cock into the hot velvet of her quim and sheathing every inch in a single stroke. The pleasure is intense and disorienting. Your knees nearly give out and you almost cum from your first thrust.
“Ohhhhhhh,” you moan, rocking her forward with her ass molding against your hips. Your grip tightens on her hips as you draw your cock back, your shaft glistening with her nectar, until your tip is almost free of her folds. You slam back into her, driving to the hilt and groaning loudly with the pleasure of her exquisite pussy.
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