She rolls off you and pins you with your back up against the wall. You are only a few feet from her huge horsecock toy as she thrusts her big, round ass back and impales her pink pucker onto your cock. She bounces her plump bum against you, thumping you into the wall faster and faster and with more and more force until you let out an agonized cry and spurt your diminishing flow into the hot depths of her bowels.
“Please,” you gasp, your cock slipping from her creamy ass and wilting despite the haze of lust in your mind. “I… can’t keep going, Gretchen.”
“Need more milk,” she insists.
She crouches beside you, stroking your flaccid cock in her soft hand. She works her grip on your cum-smeared manhood, panting and snorting with need, gradually coaxing you back to full hardness. Her hand pumps faster and faster, the cumlube covering your cock churned into a musky froth, her eyes blazing with lust and her nostrils flaring wide.
“Boy milk,” she snorts.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh! I’m going to cum!”
Her grip on your cock only tightens and she pumps faster, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue. You watch as she wanks you into her open mouth, your cum exploding all over her tongue and oozing down her throat. She stuffs your cock into her mouth, sucking out of every last drop of your load before releasing your manhood from her soft lips.
“W-was that enough?” You gasp, your legs trembling.
“For now,” she says and lets you slide down the wall and onto the floor.
You try to catch your breath as Gretchen fetches a white potion from a nearby shelf and unstoppers the top.
“Pure condensed milk,” she says, tipping it to your lips. “It will rejuvenate you.”
You drink the sweet, thick liquid and feel your strength returning. You sit up and manage to catch your breath.
“Lucas, you can’t leave me so long without your milk,” she says. “I go mad cooped up in here without a boy for my experiments. I had to make those Hinas build me that stallion cock just to keep me occupied, otherwise I think I would have smashed them to pieces.”
“I… I promise,” you say. “I won’t do it again.”
She helps you to your feet and you pull on your slightly damaged clothing. With a last embrace and kiss that leaves two milky spots on your tunic, you depart from Gretchen. Hina is waiting for you outside Gretchen’s barnlike laboratory.
“Did you calm her, master?” The golem girl asks.
“Well, she sort of calmed herself,” you offer with a sheepish grin.
“Very good, master,” she says cheerily. “Where would you like to go now, master?”
Where would you like 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 Theora the Angel of Veleda
Spend some time with Hina the Golem Girl
The pleasure of her mouth
You stare up at Yasmeen’s luscious lips and her mouth, twice as big as any human mouth at least, and your cock twitches. You know you must feel the pleasure Yasmeen can give you with her mouth. It is surely worth the risk of being devoured by the lamia.
“Your… your mouth,” you say.
“Oh? The very mouth that could swallow you whole?” She laughs. “You want a taste of the pleasure I can give you with my lips and tongue?”
She slithers closer and reaches her hand down to your groin to play her a fingertip over the bulge in your robes. Your cock twitches and Yasmeen giggles cruelly.
“Very well,” she says. “Undress, human, and face the pleasure.”
You quickly pull your robes and underclothes off. Though you are unwashed from your long days journey in the desert, Yasmeen does not seem to mind. She slips her serpentine tail beneath you, lifting you up like a seat for your bum and bringing you closer to her heaving breasts decorated with gold chains and her beautiful, but horrifyingly huge face. She runs a nimble pink tongue over her lips and opens her mouth in a smile that reveals a predatory mix of human-like teeth and sharp fangs.
“Goddess,” you murmur, knowing your prayer will not reach Veleda.
You are so close to Yasmeen’s face than you can feel her hot breath tickling at your crotch. Her tail shifts and brings you closer. Her evil, reptilian eyes stare into yours as she extends an inhumanly long tongue and runs it slowly over your bollocks and your hard cock. You cry out as you watch her long tongue wind around your cockhead, down the shaft, and squeeze. Your cock darkens from crimson to purple and your pleasure rises as she strokes you with her impossibly nimble pink tongue.
“Ohhhhhhh,” you moan, horrified and yet experience an incredible pleasure as she draws your cock to her soft lips and easily sucks the entire length of your manhood into her mouth. You cling to her silky scarlet hair and the sides of her head as she sucks you rhythmically and wanks your cock with her tongue within the hot prison of her mouth. Your pleasure rises inexorably and you cry out, “AAAAHHH! Yasmeen! I’m cumming!”
Your cock throbs against her tongue and you spurt your seed into Yasmeen’s sucking mouth. Your cock jerks again and again and her only reaction is a faint laugh vibrating up your shaft. As your pleasure peaks and recedes, your manhood becomes overly sensitive and yet still she massages you with the winding serpent of her tongue and sucks you hungrily.
“Yasmeen! Ohhhh! Please! Please it… it... it’s too sensitive! Ahhhh!”
“Mmmmmmm,” replies the lamia, continuing to suck your cock through the hot agony of your refractory period. Within what feels like seconds, you are on the brink of another orgasm. She sucks hungrily, her tongue somehow wrapping your cock and flicking at your tight bollocks in the same instant. You thrust helplessly past her lips, fucking her huge, eager mouth until you burst a second time.
“AAaaahhh!” You whine, spurting your seed helplessly into the lamia’s mouth as she drains your cum.
Still she does not relent. You flail and try to push her head away, but she wraps your legs in her coils and her powerful hands hold you still as she drains your cock a third time. Her cruel laughter vibrates up your shaft and torments you through another refractory period. Almost as soon as your third orgasm has finish, you are cumming again. You cry desperately. You are not even sure you are spurting seed out but the contractions are strangely intense and almost unpleasant.
Yasmeen, at last, pulls your cock from her mouth. She unfurls her coils and drops you naked to the floor. You grip your throbbing cock as it begins to wilt. It is sore, as if she had started to devour it and almost could not stop.
“Now,” she says, looming over you as you struggle to your feet, “you must answer my riddle. If you answer me incorrectly, I will devour you.”
“W-wait,” you say. “Please. Let’s—“
“No!” She hisses, anger showing on her face for the first time. “Answer my riddle. If you refuse, then you die as if you answered incorrectly.”
“V-very well,” you say miserably.
Her smile returns and she slithers closer so that you can barely see her face above the immense prominence of her breasts.
“If ten gold coins sit upon a table and you take four, how many coins you possess now?”
How do you answer Yasmeen?
The answer is six
The answer is four
Offer yourself for Theora’s dominant pleasure
Theora is far more than some farm girl or whore from St. Ingbert. She is an angel of Veleda, a radiant creature of the heavens. She deserves to be served.
“Theora,” you whisper against her lips.
“Yes, what is it?” She askes.
“Let me pleasure you,” you say. “Please. Let me, um, let me serve you.”
“Really?” She releases your cock from her soft hand and takes a step back. Her expression has changed. Her eyes are harder, her brow arched with amusement.
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“Yes,” you say. “I am your, um, your student. Your… your…”
“My slave?” She folds her arms across her glorious breasts. “My begging little fucktoy?”
“Ohhh, yesss,” you moan, your cock twitching with excitement.
She shakes her head and sneers, “How do you always manage to grovel lower than I thought possible?”
Her words are like a lash across your body. You jerk back from her, your cock twitching and throbbing with submissive pleasure as you moan with despair and admit, “I am not worthy.”
“No, you are not,” she says, slowly unfolding her arms. You try not to stare at her beautiful, creamy breasts and her plump pink nipples. She presses the fingers of one hand to your shoulder and gives you a shove. “On your knees then, Lucas.”
A grateful moan escapes your lips as you drop to your knees and bow your head almost to the floor. It helps you avert your gaze so you are not staring at Theora’s lovely naked body. She approaches, her dainty feet coming into view.
“It has been a long journey to Vorokesh,” she says, lifting one foot towards your face and wiggling her toes. “I think you need to massage my feet. Massage them and… clean them.”
“Oh, yes, thank you, Theora,” you moan, cradling her offered foot adoringly as you caress it and kiss her delicate toes.
“That’s it,” she says disdainfully as she pushes her foot against your mouth. “Kiss it. Suck it. Suck my toes, you little naughty pig. Mmmmmm… yes, get your tongue between them. This is what you really want, isn’t it, Lucas?”
“Oh, yes, Theora,” you moan, slurping on her toes two and three at a time. You lick her arches and her heels. You clean the soles of her feet with your submissive tongue.
“Clean enough,” she declares, shoving you away with her foot. “Your filthy mouth will never truly clean my holy body.”
You dare to glance up at her and her entire body seems to glow with holy radiance. She climbs onto the bed, stretching out face down on the cheap mattress. Her rich, golden hair and flawless alabaster skin seem to elevate the luxury of your shoddy accommodations. You cannot look away from her gorgeous white wings, her creamy ass, and her long, shapely legs.
“Do not stand there gawking,” she snaps. “Get over here and massage my muscles.”
You climb carefully onto the bed with her, feeling the poorly-made frame shift and creak beneath you. Once you are certain the whole bed is not going to collapse, you set to work, massaging Theora’s lower back, running your hands under her feathers and up to the roots of her wings, her muscular shoulders, and back down again to massage her hips and her ass. You spend so much time squeezing and marveling at her luscious rear, stealing glimpses of the pink divot of her anus and the gold-thatched beauty of her quim, that Theora glances at you over her shoulder and gives you a hard look.
You quickly abandon her plush rear and move down her legs, deeply massaging her shapely and yet muscular thighs, down to her calves and her ankles, and finishing with another caress of her arches. Theora turns over and you work your way back up her legs, reaching the sweet-scented mound of her cunt.
“You may touch it,” she says, watching your every move.
You massage her vulva, your fingers dragging over her silky patch and caressing the fat bud of her clit for only the briefest moment. She sighs and your hands move higher, up her toned tummy to the spread mounds of her breasts and her thick pink nipples. You caress them carefully, massaging them lightly and teasing your fingertips over and around each of her nipples. The whole while, your cock is straining hard and smearing precum on the bedding. Theora’s hard, silvery-blue gaze convinces you not to try touching your aching manhood.
“Pleasure me now, Lucas,” she says, propping her shoulders up and spreading her creamy thighs. She reaches down to spread her delicate folds and reveal her glistening inner pink. “Make me cum. If you are even able to do this.”
“Y-yes,” you answer happily. “Yes, thank you, Theora.”
You kiss her inner thighs and caress her with your fingers. Theora reaches down and pulls you roughly to her pussy, mashing your nose into her sweet musk and your lips against the heat of her cunt.
“Pleasure me, not tease me,” she growls.
“Mmmmmm!” You reply, eagerly tonguing the hot groove of her cunt. She hisses with pleasure as you slip your tongue into her pussy, trailing out again and up to the fat bud of her clit. She holds you firmly against her sex and you begin to worship her glorious cove with slow, deep licks followed by swirling flicks against her clit. Her thighs tighten on either side of your head, muscles squeezing you and holding you in place. You suck her delicate folds and drink her flowing honey. You are smothered by the fragrant heat of her pussy and you love it, your cock twitching against the bedding beneath you as you sprawl between her legs.
“Yes, that is it,” she moans, arching and thrusting her cunt against your face. “You can do something right, apparently. “Suck it now. Suck me!”
“MMMMM!” You cry, sucking enthusiastically on the slippery peach of her pussy, drawing her folds and her clit against your tongue and licking feverishly. Her grinding motion smears her juices all over your nose and mouth and down to your chin. Her tight cunt grips at your thrusting tongue and her breasts heave as pleasure ripples through her body. A fresh tide of her cum spills into your mouth and you drink it eagerly, baptized by her pure nectar.
“On your back now,” she gasps, pushing your head away. “You will pleasure my ass.”
You do not have the chance to offer a protest even if you wanted to. She rolls you over as you gasp for breath. A moment later, she is kneeling astride your chest and her big, creamy ass descends on your face. She reaches back to pull your face against her plush cheeks and you know what to do. You enthusiastically lick her delicate divot. As you taste her puckered asshole, the beautiful angel begins to ride her ass against your face, smothering you and placing uncomfortable pressure on your nose.
She begins to finger herself as she uses your face as her toy, rubbing her ass against you and covering you with her creamy cushions. You tongue her taint and pink pucker, pushing your tongue inside her as you feel an orgasm seize around your tongue. She works her hips, fucking herself with three fingers as you lave her ass with your submissive tongue.
“Oh, Lucas, you are such a little wimp,” she chuckles as her hips slow. “Go ahead then, you may cum.”
You fumble for your cock, take hold, and last all of three strokes. You feel as if your cock is shooting off your body like a powder rocket your orgasm is so intense. Theora giggles and scolds, “You’ve made quite a mess. I won’t be cleaning it up for you.”
The last demeaning act you undertake for the angel is to clean up your cum. She watches, obviously amused, pointing out every drop you miss as you dab them with your fingers and then lick your fingers clean. The salty milk of your loins is disgusting, but you enjoy her judgemental gaze and her domineering instructions to “lick it from the floor” and “suck up the drop from my toe.”
“You may sleep on the floor,” she finally says, pushing you out of bed with a shove from her foot. “The bed is mine.”
You curl up beside the bed and fall asleep with no blanket or pillow. Despite your uncomfortable sleeping arrangement, you are content with the reward you received from Theora.
You are awakened by Theora shoving you with her foot. You roll onto your bank, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you gaze up at her gowned beauty.
“Get up,” says Theora and she tosses your desert robes. “The caravan awaits.”
You dress quickly as Theora steps out into the hall and waits for you. A splash of water in your face from the pitcher is enough to brace you to look Theora in the eye. You step out into the hall, standing up straight and confident.
“I hope you rested well,” she says with a hint of amusement.
“Well enough,” you reply, showing your strength. “Take me to the caravan.”
She seems to consider a reto
rt, but gives you a slight, respectful nod. What happened between you was for the bedroom, not for bickering in public.
“Very well,” she says. “This way.”
Theora leads you through the sandstone corridors of Toad’s fortress and out to the waiting caravan.
Various traders from Toad’s operation have gathered more than a dozen lowing sand shufflers. The hump-backed reptiles have wide shoulders and four thick legs. Their backs are draped with woven saddles and hung with baskets and bags containing goods for trade in Kazadar. Theora walks with you to the front of the caravan and pats the back of the sand shuffler.
“This one is yours,” she says. “I’ll take the one behind. Saleen is taking the lead.”
You look up at the sand shuffler at the very front of the caravan. The diminutive warrior woman is wrapped from head to toe in layers of light tan cloth. She pulls the cloth down from her nose and mouth and smiles.
“Good morning to you, Lucas,” she says and adds a wink. “Are you ready to see the splendors of the Sea of Sand?”
“No,” you say, miserably, struggling onto the back of your sand shuffler.
“It is a long journey to Kazadar,” says Saleen. “Perhaps we will become friends.”
Gripping the woven reins of the sand shuffler, you find Saleen’s optimism very misplaced. The warrior woman clucks and her beast rises higher from the sandy ground and sets out from the courtyard. You try to imitate the sound she made and your beast rises and nearly knocks you from its back. Clinging to the meaty hump of the sand crawler, you embark on your journey to Kazadar.
CONTINUE >
Alone while Toad defiles Theora
Staring at the plain walls of the room you have been given, you can think of little other than Theora being groped, fondled, squeezed, licked, sucked, and plundered by the foul reptilian master of this place. Toad has claimed Theora as his prize for the night and it is your fault. You try to think of how you might have handled things differently, but your mind returns again and again to Theora at Toad’s mercy. Your guilt turns her disgusted moans into gasps of pleasure. In your mind, Theora begins to enjoy being taken by Toad.
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