You obey instinctively, parting your lips and moaning as your mouth is filled with her stiff maleness. The pleasure of having a cock in your mouth is new and strange. You look up at her, lust in your eyes as you begin to bob your mouth on her cock.
“That’s a good girl,” moans Rachelle. “You will make a fine succubus with those cocksucking skills.”
“Mmmmmm,” you moan again, strangely flattered by her words. The more you suck, the more you taste the sweet oily nectar of her precum. You suck her harder, more eagerly, wanting to taste more. You crave her cum in your mouth.
“That’s it,” she hisses as you bob and slurp on her cock. “A good succubus knows how to drink the essence of a man as he spills his… ooooohhhh… seed in her mouth. Make me… oooohhh… make me spill my seed!”
“Mmmhhmmm!” You moan hungrily around her cock, looking up at her as you suck. Your drool spills down her shaft and drips from her tightening bollocks. She thrusts against the back of your throat and suddenly there is a great quantity of warm, thick liquid spurting into your mouth. It overwhelms your senses and you swallow, amazed by its sweetness and plentiful quantity.
Rachelle throws her head back, cradling your head with both hands as you suck out every drop of her cum and swallow it all down like a good succubus.
“Oh, you are ready,” she laughs. “When you meet your first man, his will not be nearly as sweet as mine, but it will be even more satisfying as he gives up bits of his soul with each spurt.”
“It was delicious,” you moan as she pulls her cock from your mouth. “I want more.”
“I will give you something even better,” says Rachelle. “Lie back and I will give you a new destiny.”
Your quest and your struggle are forgotten. You are drunk on the cum of the succubus, wanting nothing more than pleasure and the promise of something more. You sprawl on the floor, your thighs wide apart and your pussy dripping with need. Rachelle climbs between your thighs, rubbing her still-hard cock against your tender folds. You moan and writhe against her, begging, “Fuck me, please!”
“Of course, my sweet,” says Rachelle. Her violet eyes glow as she gazes down at you and thrusts into your newly-made cunt. The pleasure – the intense sensation of fullness – makes you wail with pleasure on Rachelle’s first stroke. It as if she has filled you with that destiny in a single stroke and your orgasm jolts through your arching body. Spasm after spasm of orgasmic pleasure grips at her thrusting cock and sends your mind into a daze of ecstasy.
“Yes!” Rachelle cries, fucking hard and fast into your throbbing pussy. Her huge breasts sway, her thick nipples rubbing against your buds. You cum again and as this second orgasm reaches its peak, Rachelle throws back her head and howls with demonic ferocity.
It is an orgasm like no other. The explosion of pleasure deep inside you seems to wash away every lingering trace of doubt. Your humanity is burned away, your mind melted and reformed in the inferno of your climax and your womb filled with the seeds of your rebirth.
When Rachelle finally slides her spent cock from your creamy pussy, you look up at her with new, violet tinged eyes, the first buds of your horns growing from your head.
“Arise, Luciana,” says Lady Rachelle, taking your hand.
You stand on shaky legs, a smile spreading across your face as you understand your new purpose. Your batlike wings spread on your back and your tail curl around your shapely thigh.
“My daughter,” says Rachelle, embracing you lovingly you and kissing you on your soft lips. You kiss her back, filled with a new hunger and a new purpose, adoring of your mother, the Succubus Queen.
There will be no more quest to save the world. You are one of a multitude in the Succubus Queen’s monster girl legion. Though your life continues in the service of evil, your adventure is at an end.
BAD END
Call upon Morelle to battle the yegrilla
You hold your sword above your head and shout, “Morelle emerge!”
With a flash of pink light and a puff of sweet-smelling smoke, the lovely young freckled succubus appears before you. She is dressed in a flimsy baby doll and nothing else, her nipples erect and tenting beneath the sheer fabric that hangs against her plump breasts. Her round ass peeks out from beneath the delicate skirt. Her tail twitches, shifting the skirt even more to reveal her violet-tinged cuntlips glistening with her constant arousal.
“Ohhh, Lucas, you picked me!” She cries with delight. “Who do I have to battle?”
“Who this?” Grunts the yegrilla, looking from you to Morelle with confusion. “You bring another bride for me?”
“You’re going to marry me!?” Morelle giggles and bounces up and down with excitement, her plush rear wobbling and her breasts jiggling with each bounce. “Oh, mister green gorilla man. I will be such a good wife! I cook, I clean, I’ll take care of everything. Especially that big, thick, pink gorilla cock.”
“Ruhh?” The yegrilla seems even more confused as Morelle presses against him, stroking his simian face. He might not be sure what to do with the beautiful succubus, but his cock responds to her touch and her scent, rising to full hardness. She presses a kiss to his lips. He grunts and violet magic flickers around their lip lock.
Morelle molds her lovely body to the great furry slab of the yegrilla’s chest. Her hands move down his belly to the glistening pink head of his cock. It twitches as she touches it with her fingers, whispering softly so that only the brute can hear. She sinks down to a crouch before him, violet eyes aglow as she looks up at him and runs her tongue around the beastly tip of his cock. The yegrilla hoots like an animal. She parts her lips, casting a glance in your direction as she slides her mouth down onto the yegrilla’s cock.
“Ohhhhhh so good,” moans the yegrilla. “Make my seed… make it… aaaAAAOOOoooOOOoooo!”
He shouts like an ape as his cock visibly twitches, the underside throbbing as he pumps Morelle’s mouth full of his cum. She slurps without pause, gulping down his simian seed and fondling his furry balls. Violet magic swirls around her as she also drains some of the brute’s essence. If it had been you, that would have left you completely at the succubus’s mercy. Yegrilla is made of stronger stuff. He grabs Morelle’s head and pulls her mouth off his cock with a wet pop.
“Enough suck,” he said. “I mate with you now.”
“Oooh, yes,” moans Morelle. “Mate with me, you big-cocked brute!”
“Morelle, no, don’t mate with him!” You shout, but your words go unheeded as Morelle sprawls on the grassy earth and parts her shapely thighs. The green-furred yegrilla leaps atop her, thrusts into her slick pussy with a single stroke that leaves him grunting like an enraged ape. He ruts furiously into her, his pink cock appearing a disappearing as he plunges into Morelle’s tight young pussy.
“Ohhhh, it’s so much bigger than Lucas’s!” Morrelle cries, wrapping her legs around the brute.
“Who that?” The yegrilla grunts, fucking her hard and fast.
“Don’t worry about him,” coos Morelle. “Just some boy I know.”
You exchange a worried look with Theora, your face burning with shame. Perhaps worse than the lashes of Morelle’s dismissive insults is the fact that your cock is rock hard watching the beautiful succubus getting pillaged by the yegrilla. She seems to be in ecstasy, caressing his shoulders and squeezing his bulk between her thighs as he ruts furiously into her pussy.
“OOOooooOooo, so good!” The yegrilla hoots. Each slam of its beastly cock into Morelle’s tight pussy makes her breasts bounce. “I mate you now!”
“Oooohhh, yesss!” Morelle cries, throwing back her horned head. “Mate me! I’m cumming! I’m cumming on your huge cock!”
She works her hips beneath him, eager to take the yegrilla’s massive pink member. Her perfect succubus slit lewdly swallows his cock down to the root with every stroke. The yegrilla pounds into her, grunting loudly as he blasts his brutish cum deep into Morelle’s demonic core. A violet light flickers around his shaft and around her
pussy. But there is another flash. A rune appears above Morelle’s mound.
“What is that?” You cry.
“The mark,” gasps Theora. “The beast has bred Morelle. We have to leave this place, quickly.”
Theora slips away, but you are rooted to the spot, your cock twitching at the sight of Morelle being mated by the yegrilla. Her expression changes from playful pleasure to rapturous love.
“Oh, yes! Breed my pussy! Fill me with your mighty monkey babies!” Morelle caresses the yegrilla, fucking against him as his cum overflows her fertile pussy.
“OOOoooOOooo!” The yegrilla hoots, beating its huge fists against its chest and finishing inside Morelle with a final few strokes. It pulls its huge pink cock out of her pussy with a loud slurping sound and you watch as an incredible amount of simian spunk oozes from her violet-tinged cunt. The yegrilla looks at you and bares its tusk-sized fangs. “Come here, slave boy. You clean mate for more mating.”
“W-what?” You moan in disbelief.
“Oh, that’s right, Lucas,” moans Morelle, shifting her body so her well-fucked pussy is facing you. “Get over here and clean my mate’s cum off my pussy. I know you want to taste all this nasty yegrilla cum.”
“No, I don’t want to taste that!” You cry, feeling your stomach tighten into a knot and your gorge rise.
“Too bad!” The yegrilla snarls and grabs you by the back of your tunic, violently tossing you to the ground between Morelle’s thighs. He slaps a foot on your back and pushes your face down towards Morelle’s messy cunt. You breathe in the strong musk of his seed. “Clean pussy! You slave boy now! Clean up or I break you in half!”
You whimper as you stick your tongue out and taste the salty, disgusting flavor of the yegrilla cum covering Morelle’s blushing cunt. The succubus moans with pleasure, wrapping her tail around your neck and using it like a leash to drag your face down.
“Do a good job, Lucas,” she moans. “Ooohh, that’s more like it. He’s really got his tongue in there. Oh, if I didn’t know better, I would think you like the taste of his cum dripping out of my pussy.”
“Nnnnnnnnnn,” you deny her, looking up as she plays with her nipples and watches you cleaning her pussy with your tongue.
“Now go lower, don’t miss my ass.” She tilts her hips to give you better access. You lap at her crack, where the cum that dripped from her pussy now coats her raunchy divot. You lick it out, cleaning up the spunk and growing more and more enthusiastic. “Oh, you’re such a good boy, Lucas. Now go stand over there. You may stroke yourself as my mate fucks me.”
The yegrilla laughs as you obediently walk away and begin flogging your dripping hard cock. The yegrilla takes Morelle in several positions, grabbing her horns for leverage and pummeling her hot cunt. You jerk off pitifully, spilling your seed on the ground and gradually adjusting to your new life as a slave.
CONTINUE >
Surrender
Nepenthia’s beauty and the intoxicating scent of her flower are too much for you to resist. Even knowing that Theora is doomed, you toss aside your sword and walk towards the plant girl. She giggles and gestures for you to get on your knees. You obey her immediately. She beckons you to crawl and you crawl. She parts her slender thighs and thrusts the red flower covering her mound in your direction.
“Take a deep sniff,” she says, wiggling her hips enticingly. “All of your worries will go away, Lucas.”
“Oh, gods, yes,” you moan, crawling between Nepenthia’s supple thighs.
You breathe in the scent of her scarlet flower, inhaling the pollen as tickling warmth suffuses your entire body. Your cock stiffens and you feel an overpowering lust. You forget about Theora and your quest. You forget about anything other than the beautiful plant girl standing over you.
“You are a good boy, Lucas,” she says. “Maybe I will keep you for a while. Would you like that?”
“Ohhhh, yes,” you moan, kissing Nepenthia’s thigh and looking up at her adoringly.
She giggles, “You are so cute.”
Her flowers fall away from her breasts and her mound, revealing her pale green nipples and the delicate folds of her cunt dripping with her nectar. Her hand on the back of your head is all the guidance you need. You press your face to the hot furrow of her cunt and begin to lap at her nectar. Nepenthia coos with pleasure as you tongue her slit, drinking whatever honey she gives you and obediently burrowing your tongue into her hot trench, lapping at her clit, and, as she turns to present her firm little rear, to lap at her blushing asshole.
“Ooooooh, you are so good,” she croons, wiggling her hips and rubbing her ass in your face. “I think I need to taste your liquid. Some animals make so much. I like to take it from them before I put them in my pitcher. Would you like me to take some of yours?”
“Y-yes,” you moan, your cock throbbing hard.
She pushes you onto your back and her vines slither out of the jungle and begin tearing apart your clothing. Your cock is rock hard, jutting up from your hips and obscenely red.
“Look at that,” says Nepenthia. “It is already leaking liquid.”
She runs her fingertip over your cockhead and holds it up to show you the glistening precum. She pops her finger into her mouth and you groan as she sucks the juice free.
“Mmmmm, saltier than some,” she says. “I like it though. I want more.”
She falls between your legs and sucks you into her mouth, her warm, sweet-smelling saliva like honey as it soaks down your cock. She slurps and moans eagerly, looking up at you with amusement in her inhuman eyes. Her skill with her mouth speaks to her thirst for your cum and her cradling hand soon has your balls tightening. You feel yourself tensing and she laughs around your cock.
“Ohhhh, Nepenthia,” you cry, your cock swelling in her mouth.
“Mmmmmmm,” she replies, bobbing furiously on your cock.
You thrust between her soft lips and your cock pulses, throbs, and spurts your seed into her sucking mouth. Each pump of your seed is gone the moment it leaves your cock, spilling down her throat and into her eager belly. Nepenthia drinks your cum and keeps sucking, even as you writhe and cry out, trying to escape her mouth. Her vines descend and wrap around your arms and legs. She continues to suck you, forcing you to cum again and again, your cock only softening after your fourth intense orgasm.
“Mmmmm, so yummy,” she says, your flaccid cock slipping from her lips. “Now get up, I have some work for you…”
Nepenthia has you clean up her clearing, pluck weeds from her roots, and remove rocks she can somehow feel beneath the soil. You labor hard. Whenever you grow tired or doubt begins to creep into your mind, Nepenthia is right there with a flower for you to smell. You breathe deeply and remember that nothing is more important than the plant girl. As night falls, Theora ceases her moaning inside the pitcher. You hardly care. You are cradled in Nepenthia’s arms, kissing her and sliding your cock into the warm depths of her cunt. Her fluttering pussy seems to drink your seed with the same eagerness as her mouth earlier in the day. She manages to coax you into cumming twice, but you still have not recovered from your earlier pleasures.
Day after day, you tend to Nepenthia, feed her your seed, and grow weaker and weaker. Finally, she lowers you into one of her pitchers, gives you a last kiss on the forehead and tells you, “Now is the time to be a part of me forever, Lucas.”
You cannot resist the warm and comforting lure of the liquid that fills the pitcher. Soon, you sink deep beneath the liquid, darkness closing in around you.
CONTINUE >
Drink the swirling milk potion
“What is the point of stalling like this?” Charlotte asks, pursuing you around the river’s edge and wearing you down with frequent attacks from her tentacles. “I will catch you soon and then I will breed with you and you will live with me as my mate.”
You can see she is going to win if you don’t do something. You need a radical solution. You need to resort to the swirling milk potion. You are never quite cert
ain what it will do to you, but it is worth the risk.
Buying yourself a moment with a swinging charge, you retreat and slip the bottle out of the pouch on your hip. You unstopper it with your thumb, glancing at the glowing, swirling liquid inside before tipping the bottle to your lips. Sweet, strong-tasting liquid pours across your tongue and burns slightly as you gulp it down.
Charlotte stops, hesitating at the sight of you quaffing the potion. She cocks her head to the side, nictitating membranes sweeping her inhuman eyes as she watches you.
“What is this, human?”
“It is… something… special,” you gasp, dropping heavily to your knees.
You begin to shake, your body changing, muscles slackening and your face feminizing. You feel your breasts swelling into large, perky mounds that strain the buttons of your tunic. Your waist narrows, your hips widen, and your ass fills out your trousers. Your manhood begins to shudder and strain. You let out a girlish cry of pain as your penis suddenly splits into two. These halved cocks seal themselves and swell to at least the size of your normal erection. You gasp at the sensation of two cocks rubbing inside your trousers.
“I have something for you,” you laugh, rising to your feet and burning with the need to fuck Charlotte senseless in her pussy and ass.
“W-what do you mean?” She backs away, raising two tentacles defensively. “What do you have?”
“These!” You shout, unbuckling your belt and yanking down your trousers and undershorts. The Scylla cannot help but gasp at the twin cocks you reveal to her, both erect and twitching with your intense need to fuck.
“How did you… how is it… you have two! And your face has changed! And your chest!” Charlotte blushes deeply, covering her mouth with her hand as if embarrassed.
“Oh, you like these?” You say, popping open the buttons on your tunic to reveal your soft creamy mounds and your thick pink nipples.
“Ooooh,” croons the Scylla, “they are so pretty.”
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