“Genevieve!” You cry, turning to the farmhouse and seeing blackened wood and smoke. You are shocked to see the Gedry brothers dead on the ground outside your house. It is hard to tell them apart, because they are all emaciated to the point of being skeletons. A crude weapon and clothing lies near each of their bodies, suggesting they had been armed before being stripped naked and drained of their life force.
“The Succubus Queen,” you whisper.
“She has brought her evil to your doorstep,” says Theora.
“Genevieve!” You shout, your voice hoarse with emotion. “Genevieve!!”
Theora shoves aside smoldering wood and uncovers something. For a moment you glimpse pale, charred flesh and then Theora pulls a partial human body from the remains.
Hina flops in Theora’s arms. She is missing one leg and the right half of her body. Her face is bubbled and blackened except for her lips, part of her chin, and one eye. The other eyes is broken and the socket empty.
“M-master?” Hina weakly lifts her head. You rush to her and take her only hand in yours.
“I am here, Hina,” you say. “What happened here?”
“The brothers were here… to protect… your sister,” says Hina. “Lady Rachelle came and… she drained them with her power. Your… your sister fought her. There was fire. There was… I could not stop the Succubus Queen, master.”
“It’s alright, Hina,” you say, stroking her burned face. “You could never have faced such a powerful creature.”
“Your sister did,” says Hina. “She was so brave. The Succubus Queen could not win but then… then…”
The light seems to go out in Hina’s good eye and her head slumps back.
“What is it? Hina?! Hina, what happened?” You shake her and her head flops like a broken doll.
She awakes suddenly, her eye flaring for a moment.
“Your mother was here,” says Hina. “She convinced Genevieve to go with them. They took her… to Chthona.”
“My mother did this?” You fall to your knees.
Hina’s eye goes dark again and Theora sets her down gently on the ground. She turns her attention to you and pulls you to your feet.
“That is where we must go now, Lucas,” she says, taking your hand. “To the deadly jungles of Saturana and down into the underworld of Chthona. We must end this once and for all.”
“I will kill her,” you say, not sure whether you mean the Succubus Queen or your treacherous mother who abandoned you.
“I am with you, Lucas,” says Theora, squeezing your hand. “To the end.”
THE END
< START OVER | BOOK 6: THE SUCCUBUS QUEEN >
Drink the blue milk potion
Yasmeen pursues you relentlessly. You know she will exhaust you soon - the time is over for deliberation - so you thrust a hand into the pouch at your hip and retrieve the blue vial. You can hear Yasmeen’s scales hissing over the stone floor as she nearly upon you. Without hesitation, you pop the seal on the blue vial and drink its entire contents. You gulp down the strong, milk-tinged liquid and feel it burn in your belly. You double over with intense cramps.
“What was that?” Yasmeen hisses, stopping short of you. “What did you just drink, human?”
You try to shout something about drinking a poison that will kill her if she tries to eat you, but your words come out in a gurgle of pain. That gurgle becomes a masculine scream as your body is wracked with transformation.
You have consumed more of the potion in one gulp than ever before and it shows in the extent of the transformation. Your shoulders grow much broader, your height increases by more than a foot, your arms and legs bulge with muscles, and your abdomen becomes a chiseled washboard of strength. Your massively enhanced musculature bursts the seams of your robes. Your cock, swelling to four or five times its normal size, splits open your underclothes. It juts, grotesquely swollen, through your robes.
“What is happening to you?” Yasmeen hisses curiously. She circles around you and her snakelike eyes widen in shock as she sees your huge, veiny, throbbing manhood sticking out like a distended purple arm from your robes. She cries, “That thing! It is huge!”
Your body seethes with lust, your eyes bloodshot and veins pulsing in your temple
“IT IS HUGE FOR YOU!” You roar, leaping at her. You catch Yasmeen where her human hips become her serpent’s body and drive her to the ground. Though you are frenzied and much stronger than before, she is still larger, and manages to flip you off her body. It is no use. You leap at her again, catching her around her neck and clinging to her shoulders.
“What are you—MMMM!” You kiss her sloppily, slamming her back to the ground as her coils wrap around you try to stop you. You grab her head and thrust your cock into her huge mouth, slamming every inch over her serpentine tongue and driving your throbbing tool into the velvet tunnel of her throat.
“Yes! Suck my cock! Suck itttt!” You roar, holding her head and with your knees mashed into her tits, furiously fucking her mouth despite her best efforts to dislodge you from her face.
Her tail wraps around your throat, but you manage to pry it free and wrap it around your arm. She tries to twist your arm or break it, but you are too strong and she does not have leverage with you hammering your cock in and out of her throat. It is only as you are cumming, shooting your seed down her gullet, that you momentarily realize she could simply bite down and sever your cock. This prompts you to slide your manhood out of her mouth and paint the last of your cum all over her pretty face.
“You beast!” She cries, wincing as your milky ropes splatter her features. “Release me this instant! Let me go!”
“You were going to eat me!” You shout. “Now you get to eat my cum instead!”
She sputters and spits out your cum, causing it to slide down her cheeks on both sides of her face. You are not done with her. Now, with her tail under your control, you slam her on the ground again and guide your cock to the velvety slickness of her pussy. It is concealed where her scaly half joins her human half, but you can smell it yearning for your cock and you feed your bulging length into her pussy. She is tight around you and wails as you violate her with every inch of your maleness.
You pound your cock hard and fast into Yasmeen’s clutching pussy. You can tell she is cumming by her howls of pleasure, but you don’t care. You hammer in and out of her slick depths, focused on your own pleasure and on dominating the evil monster girl. She is cumming for the second time when you feel her tail go slack on your arm. She is no longer fighting you, so you release her and grab her human arms, pinning her to the ground with your enhanced strength.
Yasmeen is helpless, cumming again and again until you roar like a beast and unload your seed deep into the slick velvet walls of her cunt. You pump your load into her fluttering depths, only withdrawing as your cock begins to soften. You roll off of her giant body as you feel the transformation beginning to return you to your normal human proportions. Yasmen is moaning and delirious. She does not react as you walk over to your discarded sword and heft it over your head.
“Sorry about this,” you say and bring the blade down, point first, on her chest. She cries out for an instant, but your sword never makes contact with her flesh. Instead, Yasmeen disappears in a flash of light. As your vision recovers from the blinding flare, you see that the pink crystal in the grip of your sword is glowing faintly.
You have caught her. You have defeated and captured the lamia. Of course, you still have to interrogate her and get the answer to your question about how to reach Chthona, but that should be a simple matter with Yasmen imprisoned in the Crystal Sanctum.
You hear a soft groan and realize Theora is stirring and struggling to push herself onto her hands and knees. You hurry to her side and help her to her feet. She seems weakened from being paralyzed by Yasmeen, but otherwise none the worse for wear.
“Are you alright, Lucas?” She asks, stroking your cheek.
“Yes,” you say. “It’s done. I defeate
d her.”
“Never doubted you,” she chuckles and pats your face with her soft hand.
CONTINUE >
Dervish Strike
This elf, Saleen, is quick and well-trained, but you doubt she can overcome the ferocity of your Dervish Strike skill. You begin to sub-vocalize a prayer to Veleda, focusing on her strength over her healing aspect. You feel the energy build as the sword begins to faintly glow in your hand. Anger boils through you, fury at the thought of this elf daring to taunt you and her ugly lizard man master, threatening to defile the beauty of Theora.
Saleen eyes you warily as you begin to swing your sword and roar with righteous fury. You advance on her, swinging faster and faster, your muscles singing and your anger unleashed in a whirling assault.
“Dervish Strike?” Saleen shouts over the roar of your fur. “Your goddess is weak!”
She begins to mimic your movements, her voice becoming a shrill scream and her blades flashing rapidly as she spins and swings her arms. The momentum is building in your attack. You charge towards Saleen, unable to stop even if you wanted to. But you don’t want to stop. You want to hack the arrogant elf to pieces and stand over her corpse.
“For Veledaaaaa!” You shout, your blade clashing with Saleen’s daggers.
Again and again she meets your rapid strikes. Sparks flash around you and the impacts shake your arms up to your shoulders. She snarls just as loudly as you, her brow furrowed and her large eyes burning with anger. You are stronger, but Saleen is faster. Each swing of your sword is met and parried until your arms begin to grow heavier.
Your swings slow, but Saleen’s seem to be growing faster. She knocks your sword aside and slashes at your chest. Her daggers slide through your sleeve and the front of your robe. Blood wells from the shallow wounds and stains your robes.
“Give up?” She laughs, knocking your sword from your hands.
“Bitch!” You cry, bringing up your arms to deflect her stabbing daggers. She pierces the shoulders of your robe, narrowly avoiding your body as she trips you up and rides you to the ground. Her daggers press to either side of your neck.
“Shall I end him?” Saleen shouts.
“No!” Theora cries.
“Not this time, sweet Saleen,” croaks Toad, rising from his throne of cushions. “Let the little boy go.”
She hops up from you and stands above you, her posture relaxed, but her daggers still in her hands. You groan and roll onto your hands and knees. Your muscles are shaking from the intensity of your Dervish Strike. You rise to your feet as Toad dismisses Saleen from the room.
“If we meet again, I might have to kill you,” says Saleen. She winks at you and strides out of the room through the red curtain.
A glance at Theora tells you that you have failed her completely. She looks from you to the triumphant reptile, his claws resting on the paunch of his belly.
Reluctantly, you turn to face Toad.
CONTINUE >
Watch as Theora pays the price
You failed to defeat Saleen and you owe it to Theora to watch the punishment she must endure. You stare at Toad and the beautiful angel, your nostrils flaring in anger and your muscles straining against your bonds.
“Good,” croaks Toad. “Do not look away, little boy. You might even learn something of how to pleasure such a beauty.”
You watch Toad’s rough, scaly hands fondle Theora’s soft breasts. She whimpers and closes her eyes as he squeezes her plush mounds and pinches at her fat nipples. He thrusts a scaly hand between her creamy thighs and massages her gold-thatched mound. You clench your jaw as the scaly brute thrusts two fingers into the delicate flower of the angel’s pussy.
As you watch him lick and suck her neck, as you stare in horror at the way he fucks his fingers into her yielding cunt, something far worse begins to happen: your cock begins to stiffen. Theora, too, begins to surrender to Toad’s rough handling. She moans with pleasure and you realize she is rolling her shapely hips and fucking herself against his thrusting fingers. He turns her face to him and kisses her messily, thrusting his huge pink tongue into her mouth and forcing her lips wide. She begins to touch him, not caressing him exactly, but holding herself against his bloated reptilian body.
“Ohhhhhh, Grazzek,” she cries against his kiss. It must be this creature’s real name.
“It has been too long, my feathered beauty,” says Toad, his fingers slowing inside her. He pulls them free and stares into her silvery-blue eyes as he licks her nectar from his fingers. “On your knees now, my dear. Show me how you have missed Grazzek’s cock.”
“Oh, yes,” she moans, her feathered wings flicking with her desire.
You can hardly believe what you were hearing from Theora. He strokes her head and stares at her as the beautiful angel sinks down to her knees before him. A strange, glistening pink cock has slid out from a slit between the brute’s legs. It pushes clear of his loincloth, like a pale pink and gigantic dog’s cock, covered in a tracery of tiny capillaries, his foul gleat already dripping from the blunt cockhead. You are disgusted by the sight of it, by Theora wrapping her immaculate hands around his shaft, and yet you cannot look away.
Theora’s eyes are heavy with lust as she grips Toad’s cock and begins to run her tongue around his tip. She moans as if the foul, wet flesh is covered in honey. Toad croaks with pleasure, caressing her golden hair with affection as she kisses and pleasure him with her tongue.
“You remember the taste?” He croaks with amusement. “Put it in your mouth, my beauty. Suck the cock of the beast your heroine almost slaughtered all those years ago.”
“Oh, Grazzek,” she moans softly, parting her lips and taking his cock into her mouth. Her moan grows louder, though muffled, and she begins to slurp lewdly and bob her head atop his pink cock.
Toad turns to you as Theora intently sucks his cock, his eyes blinking with his white nictitating membranes.
“Do you like to watch her suck me, human?” He croaks, his lips curling into a smile. “How eagerly she submits her mouth to pleasuring my cock! As if you could not satisfy her with your maleness and she must turn to mine.”
“Go to hell,” you hiss through clenched teeth.
“Hell?” His throat inflates with laughter. “My angel will take me to heaven.”
“Mmmmmmmm,” moans Theora around Toad’s cock, saliva dangling and wobbling from her chin as she bobs her mouth on him. He tangles his clawed fingers in her golden tresses and yanks her head back from his cock. His wet cock leaves her mouth trailing spit to her panting lips.
He looks down at her, stroking her cheeks and chin.
“What do you desire, Theora? Shall I turn you loose and let your little boy try to satisfy you?”
“Fuck me, Grazzek,” she moans loudly and without hesitation. “I need your cock.”
“Do you?”
“Pllleeeease,” she whines in a desperate way you have never seen before. She rocks back on her haunches and strokes her cunt with one hand as she looks at him with fierce need. “Please, mate my pussy.”
“Yes, how can you resist my superior lizardkin cock after starving with that little boy’s manhood? You need a proper rutting.” He motions with his hand and says, “Turn around. Present yourself and I will give you what you need.”
Your cock twitches again as Theora arranges herself submissively on the floor, her ample ass raised high and her face and breasts pressed down against the floor. Toad croaks with lust and sinks down on his reverse knees behind her. He grabs her creamy assflesh and spreads her cheeks wide. With a croaking chuckle, he extends the fat, pink slug of his tongue and begins to lap from her visibly slick cunt to the pink divot of her anus. Theora moans with ecstasy as he laps at her tender holes.
“You taste as sweet as I recall,” croaks Toad. “Your pitiful boy watches us, his cock no doubt aching to get at you. Alas, he is tied down, and your body is a treasure I alone will plunder again and again tonight.
“Fuck me,” begs Theora, wiggling her
hips from side to side and rubbing her ass against Toad’s inhuman face. He slurps sloppily and rolls his tongue from her crack down to her cunt again, sampling her dripping honey.
“Yes!” Theora cries, pushing her upper body off the floor and onto her hands and fucking back against Toad’s ugly face. He croaks lustily, lapping his tongue over her cunt and asshole, and slopping saliva down her thighs. Theora’s ample breasts swing as she pants and rides her pussy against him. Her feathered wings snap open with a cry of pleasure and your cock throbs at the realization that she is cumming on the reptile’s loathsome tongue.
Toad licks Theora’s cunt and her crack until her cries quiet and her thrusts still. He lifts his face from her dripping hindquarters and gives her ass a few good swats.
“Now, my sweet,” croaks Toad. “It is time to recall the pleasure of my cock.”
“Ohhhhh, yessss,” moans Theora, once more lowering her face to floor and submissively offering him her pussy and ass. “Fuck me, Grazzek. I crave your cock. Mate with my pussy, please!”
“I am sure you do,” he croaks with amusement. “Very well, I will not deprive you any longer.”
He takes her with a mighty stroke, thrusting his glistening pink into her cunt and ramming every inch into that tight, slick cove. She howls with pleasure, shedding more than one feather in the sudden jerk of her wings. Toad grabs her ass roughly, using her submissive position and his bulk to drive her lower and pound his cock in and out of her pussy with deep, powerful strokes. The sound this makes fills the chamber with the noises of slapping flesh and squelching wetness. Toad croaks loudly.
“Oh, fuck, Grazzek, it is so big!” Theora wails her pleasure as her body moves with the rhythm of his brutal strokes.
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