“Why are you stalling?” Charlotte croons, maneuvering to try to push you towards the river. “You are getting tired and I am only getting started. Give in, human boy, and I will show you countless pleasures.”
You grimace at the thought of the pleasures this half-octopus beauty might have in store for you.
She is right that she will wear you down if you don’t act soon. But which of your items are you going to use?
Which item do you want to use?
The holy symbol of Veleda
Drink the blue milk potion
Drink the pink milk potion
Drink the swirling milk potion
Surrender
Looking into Charlotte’s strange golden eyes, at her lovely human upper body, and wondering what might be hiding beneath the skirt of her tentacles, you lose the will to resist her. You toss aside your sword and declare, “I yield to you, Charlotte.”
“Oh? You see the sense now,” says Charlotte, slowing her attack and cautiously approaching you instead. “I will give you a good home and food and we will mate many times every day. This is a very good life for you.”
She holds out a tentacle and you realize she is offering it to you like a hand. Your heart pounds in your chest as you consider the implications of what you are about to do. What would Theora say? Will Veleda be able to rescue you from this fate?
You reach out and grasp her tendril. It is cool and slimy and the tiny suckers on the underside attach gently to the flesh of your hand, plucking at your skin as they release. You look into her strange eyes and smile up at her looming a head’s height above you.
“Ooooooh, are you ready?” She croons. “I will take you to my home.”
“Y-yes,” you say, afraid but also excited about the journey you have begun.
She snatches you up in three of her tentacles, grasping you tightly around the waist and each of your arms. She holds you against her supple back and leaps into the rushing river, diving under the water so quickly you barely have a chance to suck in a breath. You are dragged by the Scylla through the churning murk of the river, deeper and deeper until your ears begin to hurt and your lungs ache. She pulls you into a dark tunnel and you are certain it has all been a ruse and you are about to drown and become her meal.
Instead, you surface in a tiny cave grotto lit from within by phosphorescent lichen. Charlotte drags you out of the water and caresses you as she gently deposits you onto a bed of moss.
“Let me get you out of these wet clothes, human boy,” she says, undressing you quickly with her nimble tentacles.
“Lucas is my name,” you say, shivering as her tentacles unbutton your tunic.
“Lucas the human boy,” coos the Scylla. “I will call you this name.”
Her tentacles remove your boots, trousers, and undershorts. Charlotte moans excitedly as she frees your cock and immediately wraps it up in the soft, slimy grip of a tentacle. Her tentacle coils around your cock and begins to work up and down your manhood. She leans over you, the cool weight of her breasts against your arm and her lips close to your ear.
“Does that feel nice, Lucas?” She asks, watching alongside you as her tentacle slithers and slimes and strokes your hard cock.
“Y-yes,” you moan as precum begins to ooze from your crimson tip. You thrust your hips, fucking through her stroking tentacle, your breath coming in gasps as you feel the pleasure swiftly build. You cry out, “I am going to cum!”
“What? Already? Oooooooh!” She croons excitedly as your cock throbs in her tentacle’s grasp and you spurt out the first massive gush of your milky spunk. Charlotte’s squeezing and squirming tentacle pumps your spurting cock, wanking you out all over her tentacles.
“Oh, Charlotte,” you moan, watching as she squeezes the last drops from your cock. “I’m sorry, I made such a mess.”
Her tentacles surround your cock, gathering your splashes of spunk and thrusting the tentacles into Charlotte’s blushing pussy. She moans with pleasure, fucking her cum-smeared tentacles deep into her hot cunt.
“Oooooh, Lucas, I can feel your seed already finding purchase,” she croons and pulls you atop her as she rolls onto her back. “But I need more. Give me your seed. Directly in my tight pussy.”
Even though you came scarcely a minute ago, you press among her tentacles and guide your hard, red cock straight to her steamy cunt. The heat and tightness is so intense that you nearly lose control with that first stroke. You distract yourself by leaning down and licking and sucking on her fat nipples. They are cold and slimy, but also sweet as your lips pop with suction and your hips work to pound your hard cock into her pussy.
“Oooooh, please, Lucas,” cries Charlotte. “Fuck me hard! Give me your seed so deep! I need it!”
“Y-yes, Charlotte,” you cry, bracing your arms against her shoulders. You pound deed and fast into her steamy pussy, locking eyes with her as you slam your cock into that slippery channel. You give out a hoarse cry as your cock swells and bursts deep inside her pussy. Her inner walls squeeze and ripple around you as you pump spurt after spurt of your seed into her egg-filled womb.
“Thank you, Lucas,” she moan, her tentacles pulling you deeper as her pussy ripples with an incredible pleasure. She caresses your face with one of her tentacles and moans, “You will be with me forever. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Y-yes,” you say, forcing a smile. Her pussy squeezes around your flaccid cock and she leans up to kiss you. With her strange tongue swirling into your mouth, you know that this will be your fate forever.
Unless Veleda rescues you…
CONTINUE >
Drink the pink potion and make love to Theora
Gazing at the soft beauty of Theora in the glow of her magical candles, you can hardly imagine soiling her with your maleness. Then you remember that you do not have to involve your maleness at all. With a leap of excitement, you draw out the pink potion and hold the swirling contents up to the light. Theora raises an eyebrow in surprise.
“You would become a woman to make love to me?” She asks, taking your free hand.
“You are so beautiful,” you confess, “I want to do something beautiful together.”
“Then drink,” she whispers, her lips moving close to yours. “Become the woman inside you. Become Lucia and let us do something beautiful you will not forget.”
Looking into her silvery-blue eyes, you pop the stopper from the bottle and take a healthy sip of the sweet, thick liquid that warms your body as it slides down your throat. Theora squeezes your hand, smiling sweetly at you as you stopper the bottle and return it to your pouch.
The transformation takes only seconds to begin. Your facial features grow more delicate, your eyes more feminine, your muscles lose some of their definition as plump breasts grow from your chest, straining your tunic. You moan as your hips widen and your ass grows rounder. Most shocking is the sensation of your penis pushing and inverting, your sensitive tip reforming as a clit and your inner workings shifting and changing.
“Oh, Lucia,” whispers Theora, cradling your chin and lift your face so that she can look into your eyes. She smoothes a lock of brown hair from your face and smiles sweetly. “You look so beautiful now.”
You feel beautiful in a way you never do as a man. You look lean towards her and kiss her, mouths melting together, tongues swirling as you press your body against her full and caress her with both hands.
“Let me see you as you are,” whispers Theora into the kiss. “Undress for me.”
“Yes,” you say excitedly. “I want to show you.”
With a deep breath, you get to your feet and stand up straight. Your tunic is stretched taut over your ample breasts and you can see your thick nipples jutting against the fabric. Theora watches with delight as you slowly unbutton your tunic, revealing your cleavage, the inner curves of your breasts, and then your flat tummy. You shed the tunic and bare your soft breasts, wider areolas, and plump pink nipples.
“Oooooh, they almost look like mi
ne,” says Theora. “So beautiful. But I want to see more.”
You nod, your cheeks growing hot at the way Theora is looking at your feminine body. You turn slowly, your slender back to Theora as you unbuckle and unbutton your trousers. You gently slide them down from your wide hips, revealing the cream roundness of your peachy bottom, your slender shapely thighs, and your long, slender legs. Theora coos appreciatively. You turn around, your hand on the tuft of brown hair atop your mound.
“Show me,” whispers Theora, leaning closer.
You lift your hand from your mound, revealing your thatch of brown hair and the delicate pink folds of your pussy. Theora crawls towards you on hands and knees, a smile on her angelic face and her eyes ablaze with mischief. Her gown pulls tight and slackens with each movement she makes, revealing tantalizing glimpses of the luscious shape of her body.
“It is perfect, Lucia,” whispers Theora, reaching you and caressing your thighs. You tremble with desire, watching her move between your parted stance and press warm kisses to your inner thigh. Her fingers reach your sensitive pussy first and she strokes you lightly and parts your delicate folds. You suck in a breath as she leans up, kissing your mound and lightly licking your silky cunt.
“So sweet,” purrs Theora. “May I lick you?”
“P-please,” you say, leaning your shoulders back and watching as her tongue slides over the little bud of your clit. The moment her tongue makes contact with that bud, a hot pulse of pleasure shoots through your body. It radiates through you and up to your plump nipples which seem to be tingling and sensitive. She licks you again and again, slowly at first, letting you savor each wave of pleasure that ripples through your body. Then she begins to lick you faster and faster, building speed, shocking you by pressing two fingers into the tight channel of your cunt.
“Ohhhhh, goddess, they’re inside me,” you cry, marveling at her fingers thrusting and curling inside your cunt. Combined with her licking, the sensation is incredible and sends you plunging into an orgasm that is so intense and reaches so deeply into your reshaped core your legs almost give out. You cling to Theora’s head and shoulders, pleasure pulsing through your body as you arch your back and thrust your hips against Theora’s face.
“Mmmmmm!” She cries as her tongue works your clit relentlessly and your pussy grips against her thrusting fingers. You ride her fingers until the last shudders of pleasure ripple through you, leaving you quivering and stumbling back a step. Her fingers slip free of your pussy and you gaze down at Theora’s flushed face.
“Amazing,” you murmur. “I… let me pleasure you.”
“Of course,” says Theora, rising to her feet. Her clinging gown melts away from her body, dissipating into smoke to reveal the luscious perfection of Theora’s body. She is a perfect combination of femininity and strength; her abdomen, limbs, and shoulders are toned while her curves are soft and inviting.
You embrace her with a passionate kiss, your naked body against hers, your new hands exploring her loveliness as you share the taste of your nectar. You mash your breasts against hers, reaching around her to squeeze her shapely bottom as you swirl your tongue against hers. Your need for more pleasure is nothing compared to your need to give her pleasure.
“Oh, Theora, my body is on fire,” you moan, excited by the sound of your own girlish voice. You squeeze and fondle her shapely ass while kissing her neck, her powerful shoulder, and down to her left breast. You look up into her eyes as you swirl your tongue around her left nipple, covering it with your mouth and sucking gently. You kiss release her ass to cup her breasts, crushing them against your face, kissing your way to her other breast and sucking her other nipple. “Mmmmmmmmmm!”
“Yes, suck them, my sweet,” coos Theora, holding your face against her breasts. “Oh, that’s right. Suck them as hard as you want. Smother yourself with my breasts.”
“Mmmmmmm!” You agree, your face buried in her hot cleavage, your tongue tasting the faint salt of her sweat.
You linger at those lovely mounds, but you cannot remain too long, kissing your way down her toned tummy to the sweet-smelling golden thatch and her pink pussy. You moan, lunging your face between her toned thighs and thrusting your tongue into the sweet, slippery cove of her pussy. You press your nose deep into her golden silk and lap at her clit, her honeyed folds, and lower, to taste the pink clench of her anus.
“Ooooh, you are a naughty one,” she laughs. “Do not spare your tongue. It feels… ooooh… incredible.”
You lick her hot cunt and her fat clit, moaning as you worship her on your knees. You look up at her, reaching one hand up to pluck at her nipples as you make eye contact. She hisses as you focus your tongue on her clit, lapping steadily at her perfect pussy and that hard bud. She moans, pants, and works her hips in a steady rhythmic roll that grinds her sweet folds from your nose to your chin. You suck in a breath, tonguing deep into her clutching pussy as she cums.
She holds your head with both hands, crying, “Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhh! Lucia!”
You drink the hot flow of her cum into your mouth, your body growing warm from her angelic nectar. You lick and suck at her pussy, drawing her tender folds into your mouth, letting her smother you in it as she cums for long seconds. Her grinding hips slow, her gasping breath begins to steady, and she smiles in the afterglow of her orgasm.
She helps you to your feet and you embrace once more, kissing sloppily and sharing the sweetness of her cum. Your lust rises again and you fall together on the floor, your kisses becoming caresses and your caresses becoming Theora climbing atop you and kneeling over your face. You caress her firm, creamy bottom and lean up to lick her pussy and ass. While you pleasure the angel, she pleasures you in turn, her silky golden hair tickling your thighs as her tongue deftly flicks your clit.
The cabin echoes with your cries of pleasure, joined in song by Theora’s long moans as she cums with you. The pleasure of exploring her as a woman and knowing the pleasure of a woman as she explores you motivates you beyond this intense pleasure. You sprawl on your belly, ass in the air, and Theora pleasures your pussy with her fingers and your ass with her tongue. The ecstasy continues until you feel the change beginning and she pulls her fingers from inside your pussy. Your body transforms, your cock reemerges, and you are left gasping and slightly embarrassed by your awkward pose.
“Perhaps you should remain as a woman,” she says with a chuckle.
“Truly?” You ask. You enjoyed the thrill of being a woman, but are not certain you could permanently abandon your masculinity.
“It would be nice,” says Theora. “But no, you might not be able to face all monster girls you encounter. Now, come here and kiss me again.”
You embrace her and kiss her, ignoring the implication that you are less than satisfying when you have not been quaffing Gretchen’s potion.
You fall asleep with her in your arms. You are awakened some time later, sore from sleeping on bare wood. You realize Theora is no longer asleep. You sit up and see her kneeling in the doorway, her head bowed and her hands clasped in prayer. You can hear her speaking and you strain to make out her words.
“Do not make me do it,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. “Please, my goddess, please do not make me. I cannot.”
You want to call out to her, to ask her why she is saying this, but you dare not interrupt her communion with Veleda. Before long, she ceases her prayers and returns to your side. Her arm wraps tightly around your back and she presses her cheek to your chest.
Sleep returns, but it is troubled by your worries about Theora.
CONTINUE >
Wait
Your mind is reeling from the thought of Theora being digested alive and the strong, fruit smell of Nepenthia’s flowers. Vines are creeping all around you and the plant girl’s lewd invitation to sniff the flower blooming between her thighs is nearly overpowering. You need to remain focused. You need to keep a clear head.
You need to find just the right moment to strike. You may have o
nly one chance with this menacing monster girl.
You hold back your attack, fighting defensively and avoiding the vines that continue to creep towards you. They drop from the surrounding trees, they slither out from under the pitchers, they emerge from the stalk by twos and threes. Nepenthia laughs and prances among them, striking playfully seductive poses.
One vine almost wraps around your boot. Another, covered in thorns, tears open your tunic. You slash at it and Nepenthia cries out as your sword flashes and severs several of the vines.
“So violent!” She giggles. “But I have so very many creepers!”
You realize you are surrounded and the circle of vines is shrinking and tightening around you. Slashes of your sword hold them at bay, but you have to keep spinning and facing new appendages. It becomes hard to tell which vines are still alive and which are already severed and moving reflexively. They begin to intertwine across the gap, creating a living basket and you, desperately stepping from opening to opening, slashing at them and finding your sword slowed. You arms are growing weak and stinging sweat drips into your eyes.
Nepenthia emerges from the vines and steps into the basket they have formed around you.
“Let her go!” You gasp, raising your sword to strike the plant girl down.
Vines catch your wrist and Nepenthia steps forward, sweet-smelling and beautiful, and she plucks the sword from your grasp.
“No, I will not,” she says. “She is going to dissolve in ecstasy inside my pitcher. In fact, I think I will make a meal of you both.”
Your cry of outrage is smothered by her lips. You try to twist your head away, but her tongue slides into your mouth, warm and sweet and covered in honey. The moment that syrupy saliva touches your tongue, your resistance melts. You kiss her back, eagerly, your cock stiffening in your trousers and your body straining against hers. Nepenthia is the most wonderful thing you have ever known. You want to kiss her forever.
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