“I want it, Lucas,” she gasps, seemingly breathless. “Give it to me.”
“Yes, Theora, yes,” you cry, your grip tightening on her hips as you thrust your cock up to greet her. Again and again you pound your hardness into the immaculate folds of her pussy, your length stroking against her silky inner walls. You let out a wordless cry of pleasure as your orgasm surges and lock eyes with her over her shoulder. She squeezes your cock with her inner muscles as your first spurt of cum pumps deep into her pussy.
“Oooohh, Lucas, I can feel it inside me,” she gasps, reaching up to squeeze her breasts and pushing her ass back against your hips. “I’m cumming with you!”
She bounces her pink pussy up and down your gushing length, gripping you and massaging you with her spasms of pleasure and taking you load inside her until you have spent every drop.
She turns atop you without dismounting from your cock and you pull her into your arms, kissing her passionately as you share the aftershocks of pleasure.
The warm breeze and the sea air seem to gently carry away your worries. You kiss her and caress her as your cock slowly softens and slips from the creamy folds of her pussy. She rests her head on your chest and, to your surprise, she falls asleep in your arms.
With some difficulty, you roll into a sitting position and rise with Theora in your arms. She stirs slightly and laces her arms around your neck as you carry her across her room and to the white bed. You pull a sheet over her naked body. As you turn to leave, she reaches out and takes your hand, pulling you closer.
“I love you, Lucas,” she says, her silvery-blue eyes flashing for a moment before sliding closed once more.
“I… get some rest, Theora,” you murmur and retreat from the bedroom.
You are getting dressed in the hall beyond when you hear the perfect rhythm of the Hina’s approaching footsteps. She climbs up a flight of stairs and joins you as you are lacing up your boots.
“Did you have a good visit with Theora?” The Hina asks.
You finish tying your boots and stand up straight.
“I think so,” you say. “But I am not entirely sure.”
Hina cocks her head and stares at you with her wide, glassy eyes.
“Very good, Lucas,” she says cheerily. “Where would you like to go now?”
Where do you want to go now?
Time to return to the real world
Visit with Yasmeen the Lamia
Visit with Izabella the Vampiress
Visit with Morelle the Novice Succubus
Visit with Oola the Slime Girl
Visit with Gretchen the Cow Girl
Spend some time with Hina the Golem Girl
Maddening Pleasure
Your superior size and your knowledge of the erotic arts, imparted by frequent visits to your harem of monster girls, might give you the edge you need to defeat Saleen. You watch her move, admiring her compact, yet feminine body. She charges at you and you narrowly deflect her blades.
“Come on, speck,” she teases. “You have to fight to win.”
“Oh?” You shoot back. “I consider myself more of a lover.”
She does not like the sound of this and comes at you again. You grab one of her wrists, twisting and dislodging the dagger from her grip. You deflect her other blade with your sword, lean in, and kiss Saleen on her lips through her thin veil. She cries out in surprise as you press your lips to her, so shocked by the kiss that she allows it to linger for a moment, her eyes half-closing, before she realizes what you are doing and pushes away from you.
“Bastard,” she says. “You have succubus power. Where did you learn that?”
“I trained with the Morelle swordswoman,” you laugh, resuming your circling.
She comes at you again, snarling with anger, but off-balance and ruled by her emotions. You knock aside her daggers and drive her to the ground, falling atop her and pinning her wrists under one hand. You tear the veil from her face, revealing her delicate, golden feature and the pink bow of her lips.
“Bastard,” she snarls.
You kiss her again, feeling the tension in her pinched lips slowly yield to you, her mouth opening and her nimble tongue meeting yours. The daggers clink to the floor as she releases them from her grasp. She sighs against your lips and you move lower, kissing her throat, her toned shoulder, and slipping her top up and over the modest mounds of her breasts.
Saleen hisses with surprise as you suck at the dusky bud of one of her nipples. Your tongue lashes and she squirms and gasps with pleasure.
“Let me go,” she demands, but her writhing hips draw your attention. As you suck at her tiny nipples, you thrust your free hand down into her loose-fitting pants and feel the hairless mound of her cunt. It is hot and damp with her arousal, the pebble of her clit easily found by your skilled fingers.
“Y-you can’t,” cries Saleen, but you most definitely can. You release her wrists and she grabs your head, but does not push it away or pull it up. In fact, you begin to kiss lower, and strip her pants down from her girlish hips to reveal her muscular thighs and the delicate mound of her elfin cunt.
You spread her legs and attack her with relish, thrusting your tongue into Saleen’s spicy peach. Her tight channel flexes against your probing tongue and she wails with pleasure as you lick at the prominent bud of her clit. Her sweet juices spill into your mouth and she thrusts against your tongue, panting and writhing and totally at your mercy. At one point, she seems to come to her senses and turns over, trying to crawl away.
You grab her firm bottom and pull it to your face, lathering her cunt with sloppy licks and sliding your tongue into her crack to taste the dusky clench of her asshole. Her cries of pleasure shake through her and that delicate divot flexes beneath your tongue. She slumps down, her ass raised behind her as you lick and suck her sweet cunt and tongue her clenching ass.
Poor Saleen is left whimpering and drooling from the frenzy of pleasure. You rise behind her, your cock bulging in your robes, but untouched.
“Yield,” you demand. When she only moans in reply, you turn your attention to Toad. “Tell her to yield to me or I will finish it with my sword.”
“She yields!” Toad croaks with disappointment. “Saleen, you have failed me! Leave me!”
She moans helplessly, pulling her clothes against her naked body as she crawls from the throne room. You catch a reproachful glance from Theora, who probably did not expect you to win that way.
“I will admit,” says Toad, “I am angered by your technique, but I must respect the rules of the battle. You have won.”
You sheath your sword and face him, a triumphant smile on your cum smeared lips.
CONTINUE >
Look away as Theora pays the price
You have failed Theora and now she must pay the price. You are so ashamed and so disgusted by what is happening that you cannot bear to watch the fair angel be defiled by Toad. You are filled with self-loathing and revulsion as his claws fondle her creamy breasts and his pink tongue slimes the supple curve of her neck and her strong shoulder. She quakes with disgust and lets out a soft whimper of defeat.
You turn your head away and Toad immediately croaks with laughter.
“Turn away like a coward, little boy,” says the reptile. “Close your eyes while I take the pleasure I am owed.”
You do not close your eyes, but you focus on the sconces on the wall far away even as you can see the vile act playing out in your peripheral vision. You see his dark, scaly bulk pressing Theora down to her knees. You hear her soft moan and spot a glistening pink blur that must surely be his cock. You hear her slurping on him and gagging on his monstrous member.
“Ohhhhhh, yes,” croaks Toad. “Serve me like the whore you are, Theora.”
Worse than the wet sucking sounds of her mouth as she pleasure him are the soft cries of lust that grow more and more frequent. Your stomach twists in a knot when you hear Toad say, “Yes, fuck yourself with your fingers as you draw out my seed!”
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nbsp; Toad begins to make a loud croaking sound that you take to be his monstrous cries of pleasure. You feel as if you are going to throw up as he commands, “Drink my seed!”
Theora gurgles and struggles to gulp down Toad’s vile spunk. You can hear some of it splattering on the floor and she gasps for breath as he finally withdraws his huge cock from her mouth.
“Ride me now, my feathered slut,” croaks Toad with laughter. “Let me feel how your cunt grips my cock.”
“Yes,” cries Theora and your heart aches. You hear and partially see them shifting onto Toad’s cushions as he reclines and the beautiful angel straddles him. You wish you could shut your ears as Theora moans with pleasure and impales herself on the pink gristle of Toad’s cock.
Toad’s reptilian croaks and Theora’s angelic cries of pleasure build to a crescendo. They are no longer even aware you are in the room, they are locked in the pure, instinctual joy of their coupling. You can see her plush ass rising and falling and her wings spreading as she cries out in ecstasy.
“I’m cummmmmming!” Her wings snap open wide and toad lets out a bellowing croak. You can imagine his seed pumping into her receptive channel, her powerful walls of silken pleasure milking every monstrous drop from him.
Theora slumps atop him, panting breathlessly and kissing Toad. Their tongues perform a raunchy dance that you can faintly hear from where you remain bound to the chair. Toad thrusts two clawed fingers into Theora’s creamy pussy and the angel lets out a cry of surprise. Toad pushes her off of him and you see him stagger to his feet and approach you in the chair.
“Enjoy the show?” Toad croaks with cruel amusement. “A parting gift.”
He swipes his clawed fingers across your face, smearing the pungent filth of his spunk fresh from Theora’s well-fucked cunt. You nearly gag at the stench of it and he laughs and shoves you over onto your back.
“Kahad! Take this one to a room for the night! My angel and I are retiring to my private chambers.”
The masked warrior grunts, unties you, and drags you out of the room as you hear Theora cooing softly in pleasure. You are filled with rage as Kahad nearly throws you into a small bedroom. A tray of food and a pitcher of water are shoved inside the room. The door locks and you are left alone with your thoughts.
CONTINUE >
Drink the swirling milk potion
You boldly stand your ground as Yasmeen slithers towards you. There is no chance fighting a creature like her under normal circumstances, so it’s time to make things very strange by introducing a little chaos to the battle. You grab the vial containing the swirling, faintly glowing potion from your hip pouch. You pop the seal and upend the content of the entire vile into your mouth. You taste a riot of flavors, sweetness, creaminess, hints of nuts and spices, and a powerful salty aftertaste. You gulp it down your gullet and your stomach becomes instantly warm and tingling.
“What did you just drink?” Hisses Yasmeen as you toss the vial aside.
“I’m not sure exactly,” you say. “It’s unpredic… unpredict… dick… AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
You grab your head as the change comes over you, shooting needles of pain into every muscle and bone in your body. It is a pain like none you have ever experienced. Rather than a gradual change, you inflate like Toad’s throat filling with air, your body transforming in the span of a second. You grow to twice your size, shredding your robe at the seams. Your hair turns a pink-tinted shade of blonde, your features and proportions become not just feminine but exaggeratedly feminine, with huge breasts, full lips, and long, curling lashes. Your mind blanks. All that you can think about is cock and pleasing cock. Coincidentally, you have a giant one of those jutting from between your shapely thighs. You grip it in both hands and lean down to look at it.
“Was this the intended purpose of your potion?” Yasmeen chuckles, looking you over.
“Uh, yeah, it totally was,” you say, your voice girlish, bubbly and with a dollop of vocal fry. You look up at the lamia, remembering that she was going to eat you and ask, “Are you still going to eat me?”
“Hmmmmm,” she circles around you looking you over. She prods your breasts with a finger and they not only wobble but begin to leak milk. “No, I think not. You are much more interesting than I originally thought.”
Her finger traces down your flat tummy to your huge cock. She gives it a poke and you cry out with pleasure, your cock twitching and leaking drops of precum.
“Yes, very interesting,” laughs Yasmeen.
She moves with such suddenness that you have no chance to react. You cry out girlishly as Yasmeen coils her serpentine half around your body, wrapping you up to your breasts, which she squeezes and causes milk to spray out of your thick nipples. Your dripping cock juts from between two coils.
“Hey, let me go,” you cry, beating your fists helplessly against Yasmeen’s snakelike lower body. She brings her face very close to yours, her eyes flashing with pretty lights that put you at ease. You stop pounding on her coils and she leans in and kisses you, her breasts pressing against your milky tits and her tongue thrusting into your mouth. You moan with lust as her smooth scales begin to rub back and forth against your cock.
“I think I will keep you around for a while,” she hisses against your lips. “What do you say, Lucas?”
“Lucas? Oh, um, right. What do you want to keep me around for? For… ahhhh… you’re rubbing my penis!”
“Do you like that?” She asks with amusement.
You look down over her writhing coils and watch your cock turn from red to purple. Your pleasure is rising towards an explosive release.
“Ah! It feels good!”
“Yes, it does, and I can give you greater pleasures,” she says. “Would you like to be my mate, Lucas?”
“What?” You gasp. “Your… aAAAAAAH!”
You cry out as the pleasure becomes too much to ignore. You thrust your hips, fucking between her rubbing coils and spurting out huge ropes of thick, milky spunk. Your cum splashes Yasmeen’s breasts and belly and she coos with delight. You whimper as she squeezes out every drop from your huge cock.
“Yes,” you moan, thinking of how good it feels to have her coils rubbing your big penis. “Yes, okay, I’ll be your mate if you promise to let me cum and cum a whole bunch.”
“Oh, I promise,” laughs Yasmeen. She opens her mouth to reveal sharp fangs dripping with venom. You scream in terror as she lunges at your neck and sinks her needlelike fangs into her supple flesh. The venom courses into your bloodstream and almost immediately, you feel the change beginning.
You realize your legs are melding together and elongating, your body is growing even larger, and your leaking breasts are swelling to gigantic proportions.
“Oh my gods!” You cry. “I’m totally turning into a lamia!”
CONTINUE >
The answer is one half of a league
If the two entrances of a burrow are on league apart, then the snake can travel half a league into the burrow before it is traveling the other half of a league out of the burrow. You smile with satisfaction. You know the answer.
“Your time is up, Lucas,” hisses Yasmeen. “What is your answer?”
“The answer is one half of a league,” you say confidently.
“One league you say?” Yasmeen laughs. “Well, I am sorry to say—“
“No, I said ‘one half of a league’!” You shout. “One league is the wrong answer.”
“What?” Yasmeen’s face contorts in anger. “You say one league. You are lying. You could tell that it was the wrong answer and I will not allow you to change your answer now.”
You quickly raise your sword as she lunges at you and you manage to deflect Yasmeen’s blow, opening a wound along her inner forearm. She howls with pain and anger and you leap onto her writhing coils, into the air, and plunge your sword into her throat with both hands.
Only your sword does not make contact with Yasmeen’s flesh as you deliver this mortal blow. She explodes in a flash of ligh
t and you pass through where her body should be, landing heavily on your feet. The pink crystal set into the grip of your sword glows and pulses with light for a few seconds, then goes dark. Your heart is still pounding as a wave of exhilaration washes over you.
You have done it! You have avoided being eaten and you have defeated the lamia.
Of course, you still have to get an answer from her about how to reach Chthona. Now that she is imprisoned within the Crystal Sanctum getting an answer should be much easier.
Theora groans on the floor beside you and begins to push herself up onto her hands and knees. You hurry to her side and kneel down next to her.
“Did you… did you do it?” Theora croaks.
“I defeated her,” you say and help Theora to her feet. “Yasmeen is trapped inside the sword with the others.”
CONTINUE >
The answer is a seal
“A seal,” you say, feeling good about the answer. “You must break it to read a letter or to open a sealed pot.”
“Very clever,” says Yasmeen with a smile. “A good answer. Of course… a seal is used to hold something shut. Breaking a seal ruins it.”
“W-what?”
You take a step back from the lamia and stumble over her tail which is curled behind you. As you fall, she catches you and wraps you once more in her powerful coils. She lifts you up to her giant face and favors you with a hideously wide smile.
“You are wrong, Lucas,” she hisses. “And that means you are my dinner!”
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