She is so close you can feel the heat of her breath as you grab your sword and plunge it into the open roof of her mouth. Your blade would reach straight into her head, but instead there is a bright flash of light and Yasmeen is gone. Your eyes were already closed, sparing you temporary blindness. In the strange emptiness in the room you see the pink crystal in the grip of your sword blinking faintly and then going dark.
“Go you,” you say, grinning despite the lingering pain of the blow that sent you to the ground. You pull yourself up to your feet just as you hear a groan from across the room. You hasten to Theora’s side and help her up.
“Did you beat her?” She asks.
“With a little help from Saleen,” you say.
Theora gives you a wan smile and does not seem to like this answer, but she surveys the empty room and adds a satisfied nod. She takes a step and almost topples over. You get your arm beneath her and help her stand upright.
“Stiff from the paralysis,” says Theora. “I will be well in a minute or two.”
She gives you a squeeze on your shoulder and her smile is warmer and more genuine than hear earlier smile.
“It is good to see you alive, Lucas,” she says and emotion sparkles for a moment in her silvery-blue eyes.
CONTINUE >
Visit with Morelle the novice succubus
“Please take me to Morelle,” you say to the guide Hina.
“Gladly, master,” chirps Hina. “She is currently asleep on the northern beach. I will take you to her if you follow me.”
You follow Hina onto the palace grounds, through the northern garden, and out onto an expanse of sunset-lit shoreline that faces the placid sea gently lapping at the sandy beach. Morelle, the lavender-haired succubus, is sprawled on a wooden sun chair, her naked body glistening with oil and her eyes shielded from the russet glow in the sky by a pair of black panties draped over her eyes. A glass containing some bright pink cocktail sits on the small table beside her along with two objects of polishes stone that resemble penises.
“It looks like you are enjoying the beach,” you say, picking up one of the dildos and giving it a sniff. It is covered with the intoxicating scent of Morelle’s unholy loins. Your cock begins to grow hard.
“Oh, Lucas,” she says, grinning up at you. “I didn’t know you were back.”
She turns partly onto her side, her ample breasts shifting as she reaches for your groin and gives your cock a squeeze.
“Did you bring me a treat?” She asks hopefully.
Since you are bound to be facing the Succubus Queen, you actually want to talk with Morelle for once. Seeing how excited she is to feed on your essence, you decide that you cannot deny her what she wants.
“I brought you a treat,” you say, nodding slightly. She begins to eagerly unbutton your trousers and you hastily add, “But not too much, Morelle. We need to talk when you are done.”
“Okay,” you think she says as she stuffs your semi-hard cock into her mouth.
The perfect, slippery heat of her mouth and the velvety softness of her lips are incredible. She squirms onto her knees on the chair, pulling her hair back from her face so you peer down into her violet eyes as she begins to slurp on your manhood. She makes excited mewling sounds as she sucks enthusiastically at your cock.
“Ohhhh… I forget how good… you are at that…” You moan, resting a hand on her head as your pleasure begins to rise.
Morelle moans with contentment around you, her suction intensifying and cheeks hollowing around your cock with each slide of her lips. Her tongue flicks beneath and swirls all around your cockhead. You can feel yourself swell, the tension building. You hold her head with both hands and move your hips, fucking into her willing mouth, your cock grazing her throat with every stroke.
“Aahhhhhh!” Your cry joins the soft crash of the surf. You thrust your hips and explode into Morelle’s mouth. Her eyes begin to glow with the first spurt of your seed across her tongue. Her suction intensifies and with it comes a pleasurable sensation that also feels as if you are falling. She drains pulse after pulse from your twitching cock and continues to suck, your orgasm prolonged supernatural by her hungry succubus mouth. You cum so hard and so much that the spasms begin to slightly hurt. You begin to weaken.
“E-enough,” you say. When she does not stop, you pull her forcefully off your cock. The last sputtering spurt of your cum glazing her lips and chin. “By the goddess, Morelle, you never listen to me. I told you to only take a little.”
“I was hunnnnnngry,” she croons, dabbing your cum from her chin and licking it clean from her fingers.
You release her head from your grasp and sink down wearily onto the beach in a sitting position.
“Ooh, you are going to stay, master?” She says excitedly, legs dangling over the edge of her chair and giving you a good view between her shapely thighs at her glistening cunt.
“I am going to be facing the Succubus Queen, Morelle,” you say. “Is there anything else you can tell me about her? Anything that might help?”
“Welllll, she is beautiful and powerful,” says Morelle. “She is smart. You’ll like her a lot.”
“I don’t think so,” you say, remembering how Lady Rachelle turned Morelle, the pretty young farm girl into Morelle the ravenous succubus that nearly drained the life force from her neighbors.
She seems confused by your response.
“Why wouldn’t you like Lady Rachelle?” She asks, cocking her head curiously.
“I think she is holding my mother captive,” you say, feeling a pang of loss as you say it.
“Oh, well, maybe she’ll turn your mommy into a succubus and then she can be here too,” giggles Morelle. “Then me and you and your mommy can have so much fun together.”
The idea fills you with revulsion and yet makes your cock twitch.
“With my own mother?” You mutter, the question intended to be rhetorical.
“Yeah, that just makes it naughtier,” giggles Morelle.
You stand up, incensed by her words. You give her a sudden shove onto her hands and knees on the long wooden chair and swat her shapely rear several times.
“Ah! Ooh! What did I do?” She whines, but makes no attempt to escape.
“Too naughty!” You say, clapping your hand on her reddening cheeks.
“Ooooohh, yes, I’ve been too naughty,” she agrees, wiggling her bum. “Fuck me, please. It’s the only way to punish me properly.”
With your disgust, you feel some of your strength returning. You grab hold of Morelle’s demonically shapely hips and ram your hard cock into the wet folds of her pussy. She is as slick and tight as always, her inner walls gripping you with silky strength at every stroke. Her tits swing and her juicy ass wobbles as you pound your cock into her.
“Aaaahhh! Make me cum, Lucas!” She cries, rolling her hips and fucking back against you with the deftness of a veteran whore.
“Take it!” You cry, digging in your fingers and pounding her so hard and fast that your balls are smacking heavily against her clit. She wails with pleasure, tossing her lavender hair and skewering her slippery pussy onto your raging cock. You feel her rippling walls grip you in the height of her orgasm and it pushes you over the edge. With a hoarse cry of pleasure, your cum erupts deep into Morelle’s pussy.
She begins to feed immediately, draining your life’s essence as you spurt your cum against her demonic depths. You manage to pull your cock out before she has taken too much and you stagger back from the lewd sight of her round ass and dripping pussy. You pull your trousers up and struggle to button and lace them.
“Ohhhh, Lucas, are you done already?” She pouts with disappointment as you continue to back away.
“Yes,” you say. “I can’t… I have to go.”
She rolls over onto her tummy on the chair and watches you go, continue to pout until you disappear back into the palace’s walled grounds. You are greeted by the guide Hina as you enter the northernmost garden.
“Hello
, master,” she says. “I hope you had a pleasant visit with Morelle. Where would you like to go now?”
Where would you like to go?
Time to return to the real world
Visit with Yasmeen the Lamia
Visit with Izabella the Vampiress
Visit with Oola the Slime Girl
Visit with Gretchen the Cow Girl
Visit with Theora the Angel of Veleda
Spend some time with Hina the Golem Girl
Use an item
“Why are you delaying the inevitable?” Yasmeen mocks you, lashing out at you again as you deftly step aside. “I will never be bested by a human.”
“We’ll see about that,” you say.
Attacking this giant snake woman seems hopeless, even with the Sword of Veleda. You need some way to equalize things or at least expose a weakness in the comely lamia. She reaches for you again, grabbing at the hem of your robe, but only tearing loose a strip as you dodge aside.
You need to use one of your special items, but which one?
Theora provided you with a consecrated symbol of Veleda that you wear around your neck. It glows with righteous power whenever you hold it in your hand and concentrate on the goddess. But would the symbol’s powers reach you even here, within the lamia’s domain?
You also have the three potions given to you by Gretchen, the cow girl. The blue milk potion seems to enhance your male attributes, the pink milk potion enhances your female attributes, and the swirling milk potion produces a chaotic clash of both aspects. You are not sure what exactly will happen if you drink the swirling milk potion.
Yasmeen thunders at you on her powerful serpentine tail and you only manage to evade her by leaping out of the way and rolling across the floor. She hisses with anger.
“Stop running, Lucas! You’re only making this harder on yourself!”
She is coming towards you again. You had better choose your item quickly!
What do you do?
Use the symbol of Veleda
Drink the blue milk potion
Drink the pink milk potion
Drink the swirling milk potion
Celebrate your victory with Efira and Lela
Efira rubbing her plump bottom against your groin and Lela nibbling at your earlobe and neck make the decision easy. You cannot bear to look at Theora as you admit, “I would like to spend the night with the concubines.”
“Of course you would,” croaks Toad with obvious amusement. “Sorry, my dear, my harem brides are irresistible and evidently your beauty is not. I am afraid you will be spending the evening alone. Unless you would like to spend the evening with—“
“No,” said Theora coldly. She steps away from you and marches towards the door. “Provide me with a room.”
“Yes, yes,” says Toad. “Kahad, please take her to one of our guest rooms.”
The huge warrior enters and escorts Theora away. You are distracted by Efira and Lela rubbing their perfumed bodies against you and cooing with lust. Toad’s neck inflates as he watches them caressing your body and beginning to undress you.
“I will leave you to it, my dears,” he says. “Make sure the boy enjoys his evening. I will send servants with food and wine later.
The bloated reptile waddles out of his audience chamber, passing through the red curtain and leaving you with Efira and Lela.
“You should sit down, Master Lucas,” purrs buxom blonde Lela, taking your right hand.
“Yes, let us dance for you,” giggles shapely brunette Efira, taking your left hand.
They lead you over to Toad’s throne of cushions and you fall into a sitting position as the shapely, olive-skinned harem girls begin to sway and dance for you. Their hips roll and their bodies sway as they sing a duet in a language you do not understand. They press together, intertwine their limbs, kiss softly, and separate again. Lela moves her body close to you, gyrating her hips and dragging her silken loincloth against your face. She turns and smothers you for a moment in the soft warmth of her buttocks. She dances away, giggling, and Efira takes Lela’s place. Her sensual movements entrance you and her strange song lulls you into a relaxed state.
Their attention turns to one another and they begin to kiss and undress. Your cock twitches at the sight of their tawny bodies fully nude. They are hairless from the neck down, Efira with brown nipples and tan cuntlips, while Lela shows off her delicate pink folds and pink nipples. They caress, fondle, and kiss one another as part of their dance. They pantomime performing pleasure on one another as their song seems to reach its crescendo.
They kiss passionately, muffling their last words before turning to face you. They crawl towards you, their plump breasts dangling and their shapely hips twitching from side to side as they join you on the pillows.
“Master we give you any pleasure you desire. How do you desire pleasure?” Efira asks, her words thickly accented and her hands caressing your chest.
“We give you any pleasure you wish,” purrs Lela, crawling over your lap and leaning her lips close to yours.
What do you do?
Command them to serve your cock
Command them to pleasure each other
Roughly fuck them both
Attack
Your instinct is to run as fast and as far as you can away from the giant lamia. You dash perhaps two dozen paces as Yasmeen hisses angrily and pursues you.
No, you realize. This is not how beat her, only how I allow myself to be hounded to my death. I must turn and face her.
Gripping your sword in both hands, you turn and face her as she charges towards you. She hisses and slides to a halt a few feet away. She rises on her coils until she is much taller than you. Even though her threats are horrifying, even though you know she could tear off your head or swallow you whole, you feel liberated by confronting her. No more time to think or plan. No more long journeys through the desert. There is you and your sword and there is this giant monster girl.
“You are more foolish than most,” she sneers. “Most humans at least have the sense to run.”
“Most humans,” you begin, taking a step towards her, “do not have a sword forged in the heavens.”
Before she can offer another rejoinder, you launch yourself into a charge at her, sword raised and a battle cry on your lips. She reacts with surprise and even a bit of fear. It gives you the opportunity you need to leap past her guard and slice her abdomen. Your blow is not mortal, so the sword slices through her flesh and opens a bloody gash across her muscular stomach.
“AHHH!” She howls and backhands you, knocking you momentarily to your knees. You recover before she does. Her coils twist and thrash and she howls in pain, grabbing at the bloody wound across her toned tummy.
“It’s over, Yasmeen,” you snarl, moving in to finish her off.
“Wait!” She cries, raising a huge, blood-smeared hand. “Please, Lucas! No more! I am beaten!”
Her coils spread and she sinks down until she is barely even eye-level with you. Though her eyes are like a serpent’s, you still feel a pang of pity as she stares at you with her yellow-red eyes.
What do you do?
Finish off Yasmeen
Show Yasmeen mercy
Celebrate your victory by making love to Theora
Your embrace only grows more passionate. You do not want to dominate Theora or kneel for her to dominate you. She is not some concubine for your pleasure.
“I want you,” you gasp between kisses. “Nothing more or less.”
She gives you a slight raise of her eyebrow in surprise. You kiss her again, tongue hungry and searching in the sweetness of her mouth, her body against yours as her hand caresses your cock. You only break the kiss with the beautiful angel to press your lips to her neck, shoulder, and down to her heavenly breasts. You keep your hands on her shapely hips and ass, but your kiss and your tongue explore the plush terrain of her bosom.
“Oh, Lucas,” she sighs, cradling the back of your head as you suck at her nipple.
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br /> You lavish attention on the beautiful angel’s ample bust. As you caress, kiss, lick, and suck her pale breasts, your free hand presses between her shapely thighs, seeking the warmth of her quim. You cradle her sex in your hand, squeezing gently and feeling her silky hair and the softness of her cunt in your hand.
“Oooooh,” she moans, tousling your hair as you pop your lips from one nipple and move to the other.
She continues to stroke your cock with such deftness that you feel a surprising surge of pleasure and fear you are about to cum. You release her breast to reach your other hand down and stop her.
“Not yet,” you gasp, pressing a new kiss to her lips and luxuriating in the sweetness of her mouth.
Theora releases her hold on your cock and you guide her to the modest bed provided in the small room. The frame creaks beneath your weight and the cheap, straw mattress is hardly comfortable to kneel upon. You do not care. You sweep a lock of hair from Theora’s face as you climb between her thighs. You kiss her again and again, the heat building as you grasp your cock at its root and guide the sensitive tip to Theora’s hot folds.
“Oh, yes, take me,” she cries. “My brave warrior, take my pussy.”
You kiss the words from her lips as you thrust forward, sheathing your hardness in her slick folds in a single stroke. Her answering cry of pleasure is muffled and vibrates into the kiss, her tongue swirling into your mouth and her arms and legs wrapping around you as she pulls you against her. You fuck her with deliberate, intense strokes, keeping your mind focused on preventing your orgasm. You work your hardness in and out of the tight, velvety walls of her pussy and drive her pleasure.
“Ohhhhhhh! Lucas!” Theora cries with pleasure, her breath hot against your lips, her wings snapping open on the bed as she arches and cums. You feel her perfect pussy seizing against your cock, pleasure rippling along your shaft with every stroke. You pound hard and fast through her seizing cunt and quiet her wail of ecstasy with a kiss.
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