Morelle taught you the skill of Maddening Pleasure, which utilizes intense focus and your intimate knowledge of female anatomy to pleasure a foe until she loses her mind and becomes catatonic or paralyzed with pleasure. That ability does not require any help from Veleda, but you would be trying it out on the Succubus Queen. It seems as if she might be pretty familiar with pleasure.
Finally, there is the ability Lure of the Lily, which relies on taking a well-timed fall in combat and convincing Rachelle that she has managed to kill you with her attack. With her guard down, she might decide to gloat over you or take a trophy, giving you a chance to deliver a sudden and lethal strike with your sword.
The Succubus Queen leaps at you, swinging her sharp-nailed hands like claws, narrowly missing your face and opening bloody slashes on your right arm. Even this fleeting, painful contact gives you a thrill of arousal. You watch her breasts jiggle in her armored bodice, nearly becoming entranced by the sight. You snap out of it before she can strike again.
You have to decide!
Which special ability are you going to use?
Use the Startle Eye ability
Use the Maddening Pleasure ability
Use the Dervish Strike ability
Use the Lure of the Lily ability
Finish the goblin with her mouth
Theora continues to wank the goblin’s bumpy little prick, looking from the beast’s glistening maleness to you. She bites her lower lip and in that moment you know what you need to see.
“Finish what you started,” you say, “with your mouth.”
“Oh!” Theora gives a delighted laugh. “You want me to put this creature’s filthy little thing in my mouth?”
“Yes,” you say, taking a step closer. “Suck him.”
“You not need do this,” croaks the goblin, squirming on the ground as Theora continues to pump her hand on his cock.
“Quiet,” she says. “You cannot refuse the blessing of an angel’s mouth.”
The goblin lifts his head from the ground and stares in disbelief as Theora leans over his cock and begins to run her pink tongue over the glistening tip of his cock. She locks up at you as she strokes and licks the goblin’s slimy cock.
“It’s so disgusting,” moans Theora. “Foul and unwashed. You want me to put this creature’s cock in my mouth?”
“Yesssss,” you moan, massaging your cock through your trousers.
“Mmmmmm,” moans Theora as her full lips part and she sucks the goblin’s hard, wet cock into her mouth. She begins slurping loudly on the goblin’s cock and bobbing her head up and down vigorously. She looks right at you, sucking goblin cock like a whore and staring into your eyes.
“So good!” The goblin squeals, twisting its head on the ground and thrusting its cock in Theora’s mouth. She does not relent, sucking harder and even massaging the goblins bollocks as she slurps and drools on his maleness.
You cannot resist the sight of the glorious angel pleasure the goblin with her luscious lips. You unbutton your trousers and take your cock out, stroking your sensitive manhood furiously to the sight of Theora slurping the goblins little green prick.
She pops her lips free of his cock with a wet pop and moans, “Oh, yes, Lucas. Stroke your cock while I pleasure this horrible little beastie. MMmmmmmmphhmm!”
She moans contentedly around the goblins cock, bobbing her head on him and greeting his desperate thrusts. He even dares reach his clawed hands down and grabs her head, forcing her down more. She lets him do it, moaning as she takes ever bit of his cock into her sucking mouth.
“Yes! I spill seed!” The goblin cried, humping furiously at Theora’s mouth and clinging to her golden tresses. “Taste! Taste seed! Aaaaaiieeeeee!”
The goblin tenses and Theora’s stuffed moan rises in pitch. There can be no doubt that the goblin is cumming in the beautiful angel’s mouth and the thought sends you over the edge. You jerk your cock hard, pleasure gripping you as you unleash thick ropes of cum onto the mossy earth at your feet. Theora’s eyes open and she stares at you as you milk the last of the seed from your cock.
“Ohhh, pretty wing lady,” moans the goblin. “You suck out all seed.”
Theora lifts her mouth from the goblin’s cock with a wet slurp. She cups a hand beneath her lower lip and opens her mouth to show you the goblins cum as she swirls it with her tongue and overflows some into her hand. Her silvery-blue eyes are heavy with lust as she sucks the cum from her palm and gulps the filthy goblin spunk down.
“Oh, gods,” you moan.
“Delicious,” she laughs, wiping a few drops from the corners of her mouth.
“So good,” says the goblin with a goofy grin on your face.
“Did you enjoy the show, Lucas?”
“Um, yeah,” you say, tucking her wilting cock back into your trousers.
“You sex hand while I sex mouth,” laughs the goblin as your face burns with shame. Theora laughs with him. He points at you and says, “Human is crazy!”
“He is a strange young man,” agrees Theora. “But we have much to do, my little green friend. It is time for you to go.”
The goblin pulls up his loincloth, grins at you one last time, and scampers off down the path to his village. Theora rises to her feet and approaches you. The smell of the goblin’s musky seed is on her breath as she says, “You are very strange indeed.”
You and Theora set off back into the jungle, following the path that veers clear of the goblin village. The journey is more difficult than on the other path, slowing your progress. The darkness of the jungle canopy is beginning to deepen, suggesting that night is falling. With the mountains still not in view, it seems unlikely you will reach them by dusk.
CONTINUE >
Call upon Gretchen to defeat the goblins
Facing down four little goblins armed with poison-tipped arrows makes you think of your own poison expert and a large and powerful monster girl. Gretchen, your milky, cow girl alchemist, probably knows a thing or two about goblins.
You raise the Holy Sword of Veleda above your head and shout, “Gretchen emerge!”
There is a flash of pink light and the voluptuous cow girl appears before you. She is dressed in a halter top that barely contains her massive breasts and a pair of short pants that do a similarly in adequate job of covering her wide hips and round ass. She snorts when she sees the goblins. She tosses her golden hair over her small horns and stomps a hoof as she takes a step towards them.
“No come closer!” The apparent leader of the goblins warns her. The little goblins have adjusted their aim to point their arrows at Gretchen.
Gretchen’s brow furrows and she tenses, ready to charge at them with her head down. One of the goblins, squeaking with fear, looses his arrow at her. The dart-sized projectile sails through the air and thumps into the meat of Gretchen’s thigh. She looks down at the shaft protruding from her leg, calmly reaches down, and plucks it out. Blood trickles from the puncture wound. She holds the arrow up to her nose and sniffs.
“Bolotox?” She looks at the goblin that fired the arrow. “From the seward cap mushroom? Very deadly. Of course, I have trained my immunity to such toxins. Of course, the arrow hurts a bit.”
She snaps the arrow with finger, eyes going wide with anger. Her face reddens and her nostrils flare with rage. Another goblin fires an arrow, but in his fear, his shot goes wide and bounces off some rocks.
“I hate things that hurt!” Gretchen roars, stamps her hooves, and charges at the goblins.
The goblins attempt to flee, but they start running far too late to escape Gretchen’s furious charge. She slams into one after another, bowling them over and smashing their bows to bits. When they try to get up, she kicks one square in his chest and stomps the head of another, knocking both out completely.
“Wait!” You cry, chasing after her. “Don’t knock them all out! That one! That one talks!”
She grabs the goblin you are pointing at and kicks the remaining goblin as it tries to stand. With
his comrades knocked unconscious, the speaking goblin whimpers fearfully as Gretchen carries him back towards you. She tosses him unceremoniously at your feet and stands over him, triumphant, but still enraged, her huge breasts heaving and leaking milk.
“We need to ask him some questions,” you say as the goblin looks from you to Gretchen and tries to scramble away.
Gretchen grabs him again, slamming him down and momentarily smothering him under the weight of her enormous breasts. His legs kick helplessly as most of his upper half disappears beneath the squashed mounds of Gretchen’s milky tits. You grab his ankles and pull so that most of his face is uncovered. The heaving, creamy expanse of Gretchen’s breasts still covers the top of his head.
“Alright, goblin,” you say, pointing the tip of your sword at his scrawny chest, “start talking or Gretchen here is going to bury you for good under her breasts.”
The goblin’s beady red eyes flick in the direction of Gretchen’s creamy mounds, her nipples poking beneath her top and darkening the fabric with her leaking milk. He seems to consider accepting death by massive breasts, but decides, with a forlorn yip, to answer your questions.
“What want?”
“Where is your village?” You demand.
He points at the path that continues through the clearing and back into the jungle. It’s a lucky thing you encountered the goblins or you and Theora would have walked straight into a whole village of goblins.
“What’s that way?” You ask, pointing to a much fainter path just barely visible as it heads into the jungle.
“That? Empty house. Human leave.” The goblin glances from you to Gretchen’s breasts squished atop his head.
“There is no one at the house? Nothing on that path pas the house?”
“Green man,” says the goblin. “Green fur. Very dangerous. No like goblins.”
“Imagine that,” chuckled Theora.
“What about that way?” You ask, pointing to an unusual thicket of flowers at the edge of the jungle.
“Is dangerous flowers,” says the goblin. “We no go there. Hungry plants. Eat thing. We stay away.”
You consider asking the goblin a few more questions, but decide he has answered enough.
“Very well, you may let him go,” you say to Gretchen.
The cow girl keeps the weight of her breasts atop the goblin’s forehead and looks at you sweetly as she says, “Goblin milk has very unique characteristics. Perhaps I could extract some for alchemical purposes.”
“We do not have time for this,” interjects Theora.
You hold up your hand to dismiss her concerns. You want to help Gretchen’s alchemy, after all. Not to mention, you would like to see how she intends to extract the milk from the goblin.
“Go ahead, Gretchen,” you say. “You may take some of his milk.”
“What? Take milk?” The goblin squirms and looks fearfully at you. “I no have milk. I boy goblin.”
“Thank you, master,” says Gretchen. She takes four corked bottles and sets them on the ground beside the goblin. Then she leans over him, her huge tits straining her halter top against his belly and her round ass raised as she peels back the goblin’s loincloth. He squeals beneath her as Gretchen’s soft lips part and she takes his bump little cock, no bigger than her thumb, into her mouth. She looks up at you, her eyes heavy with lust, as she slurps loudly on the goblin’s wee prick. It whimpers and writhes under her, then begins to jerk its hips, fucking into her mouth.
“Mmm… mhmmmmm… mmmmmm,” moans Gretchen around his cock.
It scarcely takes a minute for the goblin to let out a shrill cry from beneath the cow girl. You can see the underside of its bumpy shaft twitching and Gretchen moans with pleasure as it spills its seed into her mouth. She lets its thrusts die away, then slides her mouth off the goblin’s glistening cock, and carefully spits the yellowish load of goblin cum into one of the small bottles. She stoppers it again and marks the paper on the bottle’s front with a symbol.
“Revolting,” says Theora, looking away.
“What does the symbol mean?” You ask.
“This one,” says Gretchen, holding the bottle up, “contains a compound of goblin milk and my saliva. It will have different properties than the other samples.”
“What other samples?” Theora demands. “That is enough, Gretchen, we must be—“
“No,” you interrupt. “Let her finish her collection.”
“Thank you, Lucas,” says Gretchen, smiling sweetly at you.
She kneels upright, straddling the goblin’s face as she unties her halter top and peels it free of her milky breasts. Her nipples are fat and her breasts round and laden with milk. Your cock jerks as she runs her hands over them, producing twin sprays of her sweet cream. You resist the urge to walk over and suckle from her trickling milk as she crawls down the goblin’s body, her huge tits dangling and dripping from her fat nipples. She kneels over his legs, giving you a good look at her plump ass swallowing up her tiny shorts as she squeeze’s the goblin’s cock between her breasts.
Although you admire the sight of her plush rear and her shorts so tight that you can see the outline of her cunt, you want to see what she is doing to the goblin. You shift to the side, watching as Gretchen wanks the goblin’s wee cock between her huge, creamy breasts. Her massive teats engulf his manhood completely. Even on the downward stroke it is not visible, but the goblin begins whimpering and moaning, “Soft. Is soft… ohhhh… soft.”
He thrusts his scrawny hips, fucking between Gretchen’s wanking tits and finally crying out as he releases his seed into the tight valley of her mounds. You can see the very first pumps squirting the yellowish spunk onto her breasts before this slides back down into her cleavage. She releases his cock and picks up another bottle. You watch as she scrapes the smudges of cum from her chest into the bottle. She marks it with a different symbol.
“Now a good wank with my hand,” says Gretchen. “A little milk for lube.”
She looks at you as she pinches and tugs her fat nipple, producing streams of milk that splash over the goblin’s wilted cock. It stiffens almost as soon as she begins stroking it with her fingers. Even at full hardness, she only uses three fingers to stroke his tiny cock. The goblin squeaks and whimpers, lifting his head to watch her pumping her fingers on his cock. Her breasts jiggle with the motion and she says, “That’s it, little one. Give me your milk. Put it straight in the bottle.”
She holds the rim of the glass bottle up to the head of the goblin’s cock. It watches, moaning, as its cock throbs and spits its filthy seed into the glass bottle. Gretchen expertly pumps out every drop, using the rim of the bottle to catch the last yellow-tinged droplet. She corks the bottle, marks it with a grease pencil, and sets it with the other two.
“Now can we be on our way?” Sighs Theora.
“One more sample,” says Gretchen. “And then I will be done.”
“No more,” whimpers the goblin.
His cock does not respond to her stroking fingers, so Gretchen feeds a fat nipple into his thin-lipped mouth and squeezes her breast. He gurgles as milk overflows down his cheeks. He must have swallowed some of her sweet, addicting cream, as he latches to her mound and she cries out with pleasure as he suckles her milk. The more he drinks, the more his cock swells, until it seems bigger and harder than you’ve seen it yet.
Gretchen runs her fingers over it and declares, “Good enough.”
She slides off her tight shorts and squats above the goblin, looking down into his beady red eyes as she lowers her wet pussy onto his cock. His bumpy green hardness disappears into her slippery folds and the goblin lets out a wail of pleasure. Gretchen bounces atop him, fucking him energetically, her huge tits bouncing and slapping against her belly. The goblin thrusts desperately to meet her, whining as his pleasure builds.
“That’s it,” cries Gretchen. “Fuck my pussy. Give me the last of your milk!”
“Aiiiiiiiieeeeee!” The goblin cries, grabbing her hips as he fucks f
uriously into her and pumps her full of his seed. Gretchen rides him until he goes slack, then she climbs off and squats above the fourth bottle. Theora makes a disgusted sound, but your cock twitches at the sight of strands of milky cum dropping from her freshly-fucked pussy and into the bottle.
“Well done,” she tells the goblin. “I think that was your biggest load of milk. Now… get out of here.”
The goblin scrambles to his feet. Gretchen begins packing up her vials.
“Now we can go?” Theora says as the goblin slowly backs away.
“Not yet,” you say, unbuttoning your trousers. You pull your incredibly hard cock out, the head glistening with precum. You are not concerned with Theora’s groan of disgust or the thought that your mother and sister are trapped. All that matters after watching Gretchen milk the seed from the goblin is that you need to have your own seed milked.
“Quickly now,” you say, thrusting your hips towards Gretchen.
“Oh, do you want me to collect some of your milk?” She giggles. “Of course, Lucas. Mmmm… let me suck it out for you.”
She drops to her hands and knees, her hips twitching and her huge tits hanging as she crawls over to you. The goblin watches with interest as Gretchen takes hold of your cock and slides it into her mouth. She moans as she sucks you, bobbing her lips on your cock and wrapping your straining hardness in the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue curls around you and flicks at your precum-smeared tip. The goblin sits up, watching. Gretchen notices and pops her lips free.
“I thought I told you to leave,” she says to the goblin.
“You rut with human,” says the goblin and there is a strange intensity to his tone. “You put human inside where goblin seed go.”
You realize he isn’t asking questions, he is telling Gretchen what to do. Gretchen seems about to smack the goblin with annoyance, but you think better.
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