“Ohhhhh, mommy!” You cry, slumping against her big, soft ass. You collapse against her, unable to stand as she drinks your life force. You slide down to the floor, your cock finally popping from her hot hole as you moan and collapse to the floor.
“Lucas, mommy isn’t done yet,” she giggles, turning to face you. This is not your mother at all, it is some other succubus who has used her insidious magic to transform her face and body. She laughs mockingly as she begins licking and sucking hungrily at your cock.
“N-no, please,” you moan. “Where is my mother?”
The succubus pops her lips free of your cock only long enough to answer you.
“Why, hanging from the ceiling, watching every moment,” laughs the succubus, pointing up.
You are horrified to see your mother and sister, mouths gagged, are hanging from chains around their arms and legs, facing downward and watching every moment of your depravity. You have just enough strength left to call out to your horrified, wide-eyed mother.
Then you explode again inside the sucking mouth of the demoness, your life force spurting out with every gush of your spunk. The succubus slurps relentlessly at your cock, prolonging your orgasm and the pleasure even greater than your climax, until the darkness closes in around you.
“Mother!” You cry one last, desperate time as darkness swallows you up completely.
There is no hope. No rescue from the depths of Chthona. Your life and your quest are at an end.
BAD END
Give the plant girl some of your liquid
You focus on Nepenthia’s strangely erotic cup as a droplet of honey rolls from the full lips and down the side. The plant girl murmurs softly, stepping closer to you.
“It will feel wonderful,” she says, caressing your shoulder and neck.
“And if I give you some, you will release my friend?” You say, glancing at Theora’s silhouette. Theora moans and writhes inside the pitcher and your cock twitches.
“Oh, if that is still what you want,” she says, stroking your shoulders from behind. Her hands move down your back and she reaches around your waist. She begins to unwind your belt. “Now, just relax, Lucas. This will feel wonderful, I promise.”
The scent of Nepenthia’s flowers is almost overwhelming. You turn your head away from the flower that seems to grow from behind her ear. She draws down your trousers and your undershorts and your hard cock bounces free.
“Oooh, your penis is large,” she says and fondles your balls. “There is much seed for me.”
“N-not sure that’s how it works,” you say, glancing at her soft hand working the length of your cock. She only giggles in reply. She takes hold of the dripping cup with her other hand and guides it to the head of your straining cock. Your tip brushes against the soft folds at the cup’s entrance and you let out a deep groan, surprised by the radiating warmth.
“I told you that you would enjoy it,” chuckles Nepenthia. “Now take a deep breath. Ready? Here we go…”
She slides the cup over your cock and your sensitive manhood is grasped in a velvet vice of incredible warmth and wetness. The cup begins to throb around your manhood and you let out a surprised cry as an orgasm seizes you in scarcely a moment. Your cock twitches and pumps your seed into the cup. Nepenethia chuckles and says, “Do not be ashamed. Most beasts can last only a moment the first time.”
“F-first time?” You gasp as the cup continues to throb warmly around you, milking out the last of your spunk. It continues, through your agonized refractory period, and into the hot rush of another orgasm quickly building.
“Yes, some beasts can cum a dozen times,” says Nepenthia, caressing your abdomen. “Of course, I do not expect that from a human. Perhaps nine?”
“Nine!? That’s to… aaAAAAHH!” You look down as your cock twitches in the slightly translucent bell of the cup and your cum is quickly sucked away into the vine.
“Mmmmmm, so yummy,” giggles Nepenthia. “That’s two. Relax, Lucas. Enjoy the pleasure few of my guests are privileged to experience.”
Your knees buckle and Nepenthia holds you and eases you down to the ground. Her cup suckles your cock mercilessly drawing out another orgasm. Your toes curl and you whimper helplessly as Nepenthia kneels beside you, stroking your head.
“That’s five,” she says, mussing your hair. “Oh! And six already! You are quicker than most!”
“Please, take it off me,” you moan.
“Shhhhhh,” she says. “Close your eyes and picture your love feathered girlfriend, her warm mouth around your cock. That’s it, thrust into it. Just like that. Give it to her. Straight down her throat, Lucas. Ohhhhh, so much more.”
By the seventh orgasm, there is not even a twinge of pleasure. Instead, your cock throbs raw as if something is squeezing inside you that should not be contracting. Your final orgasms are pitiful, barely a few drops, but the cup continues to suck.
“That’s ten!” Nepenthia cries with delight.
“Enough!” You cry.
“Oh, very well,” she says. The cup releases its grip on your cock with a wet pop and slides away. Your manhood is left red, raw, and swollen, a suction ring surrounding your root. “I suppose you will be wanting your bird creature back.”
You manage to pull yourself upright using your sword. The pitcher containing Theora tips over and she spills out along with a small puddle of amber liquid. It smells sweet – as intoxicating as Nepenthia’s flowers – but Theora seems to be coming around. Her skin is pinkish instead of creamy white, but she seems otherwise unharmed.
“Lucas?” She croaks, lifting her head and looking at you with bleary eyes. “W-what happened?”
“You were captured by Nepenthia, a plant girl,” you say, gesturing to Nepenthia. “She put you in a pitcher and tried to dissolve you. I made… a deal with her. She is going to let us leave now.”
“Oh,” says Theora as you help her up. “That is very nice of her.”
“I did not say I would let you go,” says Nepenthia. “Only that I would release your bird woman. I have done so. Now I will put you both in the same pitcher so you can melt together.”
Nepenthia launches her vines at you. Though drained by her cup, you have been expecting a double cross. You swing your sword with two hands, slicing off the vines and lunging at Nepenthia. She has just enough time to cry out in shock as you plunge your sword into her chest. Instead of finding her heart, the plant girl explodes in a flash of pink energy that knocks you back.
“You have her,” says Theora, smiling at the glowing pink crystal in the hilt of your sword. You embrace her passionately, kissing her lips and eliciting a cry of surprise. As you kiss, a golden glow suffuses her, healing her pink-burned skin. It spreads to you, revitalizing you and restoring some of your male energy.
You glance around at the pitchers and vines which are withering and drooping with the plant girl gone.
“We need to get out of here,” you say.
“We must continue,” says Theora, smiling sweetly. Side-by-side, you continue into the jungle.
Onward to the mountain stained red by the sunset.
CONTINUE >
Hand over the sword and have your sister
Gazing upon your beautiful young sister as she poses seductively, your cock twitches in your trousers and you know you must have her. Such forbidden pleasures have been denied you, but all you need to do is hand over your stupid cursed sword and you can experience the taboo pleasures of embracing your own sister.
“Yes,” you whisper, looking into Genevieve’s lust-heavy blue eyes. “Yes, I will give you the sword for my sister.”
“Oh? Such a wise decision,” laughs the Succubus Queen. “Come here, Genevieve. Your brother has chosen you.”
Your beautiful sister saunters closer, each step revealing her lovely body swelled into the ripe fullness of adulthood. She winks at you as she takes your hands and guides them towards the Succubus Queen. Lady Rachelle lifts the Holy Sword of Veleda from your grasp and you feel as
if a weight is lifting from your shoulders.
The Succubus Queen laughs and says, “Thank you, Lucas. You have made a wise decision. Enjoy your sister’s company.”
Lady Rachelle takes your mother arm-in-arm and they depart from the throne room, the succubus queen whistling a tune and swinging the holy sword playfully in her free hand. You watch Lady Rachelle depart with your mother, feeling a pang of regret that you did not choose your mother.
“There, it is over now,” says Genevieve sweetly. “No more quests. No more fighting. We can be together forever.”
“Oh, my sweet sister,” you moan, throwing your arms around her. “I wish could have protected you from all this.”
“But you are with me now, Lucas,” she says, looking into your eyes. “That is all that matters to me.”
She cradles your cheeks in her hands and looks adoringly up into your eyes. You feel the welling of emotion. You see the loveliness of her body.
“Do you like my dress?” She asks, taking a step back and touching her breasts as she runs her hands down her youthful curves. “I picked it out just for you.”
“It is beautiful,” you say. “A bit revealing though, don’t you think?”
“But I wanted you to see everything, Lucas,” she says, turning around and contorting her body into alluring poses that show off her slender waist and round, firm bottom, her plump breasts and hard nipples, and the curve of her hips in the white dress. She turns back around to face you. “I am so glad you have chosen me, Lucas. I want you to be my first.”
“Your first?” You whisper, your cock twitching at the thought of defiling your sister’s virginity.
“Yes,” she whispers, caressing your cheek as she looks up into your eyes. “Oh, Lucas, I know it seems wrong, but anything is possible in the temple of the Succubus Queen. We do not need to restrain our lust any longer. I am yours. You are mine. Let us be together as one.”
She leans up and kisses you softly on the lips. Her warm kiss lingers. You put your arms around her and pull her tighter, returning the kiss with twice the passion. Your cock throbs in your trousers at the thought of what your sister is saying. You thrust your tongue and she yields to you, giving up the sweetness of her mouth in a moan that seems to reverberate through your body. Your lips tingle with the forbidden kiss, her mouth hot and seeming to suck at you with her torrid need.
“I am so wet for you, Lucas,” she moans, taking your hand and sliding it under the skirt of her white dress. You feel her lack of underwear on her supple thighs. You reach your hand between her legs, guided by Genevieve to the warm flower of her pussy. You caress her delicate folds and she cries out softly against you.
“Oh, Geneiveive,” you say, brushing a lock of hair from her flushed face as you gently probe her pussy with your other hand. “You are so beautiful in my arms.”
“Will it hurt?” She whispers, her eyes heavy with need.
“A bit, perhaps,” you say. “I have never been with a virgin before.”
“Is there nothing you can do to ease the pain?” She wonders, her hips moving as she rubs her little pussy against your stroking fingers.
“Yes, of course,” you say. “There is something.”
You kiss her again, your kiss ravenous and unrestrained. She moans against your forceful kiss as you slide the dress down from her shoulders. Bit by bit, you reveal her creamy flesh, exposing her shapely bust as you peel the white dress down from her body. The fabric hangs for a moment on the hard buds of her nipples. You peel it lower, exposing the pert curve of her teenage mounds. She shivers as you bury your face against her breasts, kissing them and licking at her little pink nipples as you drag the dress lower.
“Oh, Lucas, it feels so good,” she cries as you suck at one of her tender tits. “You pop your lips free and move to the other breast, looking up at her as you suck at her nipple.”
“Yesss,” she cries, clinging to your head and thrusting her soft breast against your face.
As you pleasure and fondle her breasts, your hands slip lower, dragging the tight silk of her dress down from her hips and down her thighs, exposing her firm buttocks and the barely-thatched mound of her virgin cunt. Her pink flower glistens with need. The innocent scent of her arousal fills your nostrils as you sink down to your knees.
“Are you certain?” Genevieve moans, bracing her hands on your shoulders. “This seems so strange. You are my brother and I am your sister, yet you are so close to my naughtiest parts.”
“Not naughty,” you reply, stroking her supple thighs. “Beautiful. Your lovely flower.”
You lean your face between your sister’s parted thighs, breathing her scent deeply as you run your tongue over the dewy folds of her cuntlips. She sucks in a breath as you taste her sweet nectar. Your beloved sister and you are lapping at her cunt, burrowing your tongue into her virgin slit, and flicking your tongue against the tiny bud of her clit.
“Ohhhhhhh! You are licking my quim!” She cries, holding your head, pulling you against her warm pussy. You worship her sweet folds, lapping at her nectar and sucking at her delicate lips. Her clit is so small in comparison to most women you have been with, but you find it with your tongue and assail it until Genevieve is wailing with pleasure. She works her hips, fucking against your tongue, crying out, “Taste me, Lucas. Taste your sister’s sweet cum!”
Hearing her speak such lewd words makes your cock twitch mightily in your trousers. You moan against her virgin cunt, drinking her intoxicating juices as you pleasure her pussy with your tongue. Her thrusts against your mouth slow, her fragrant juices spread from your nose to your chin. She steps back, her thighs trembling as she releases her grip on your head.
“Take me now, Lucas,” she moans, sinking down to the floor. “I need to feel it. I need it inside me.”
She settles onto her back and parts her legs, pulling them up with her hands beneath her knees to expose her perfect pink pussy and the little pink divot of her anus. You cannot resist her. You know it is wrong, but your need is greater than your adherence to taboos. You kneel before your sister and take your cock out of your trousers. She moans lustily at the sight of your crimson cock, precum already drooling from your manhood.
“It’s so big, Lucas,” she moans. “Be gentle with me.”
“As gentle as I can be,” you promise.
You tease the fat head of your cock against the slick silk of her cuntlips, looking into her lust-heavy blue eyes as you rub your cock up and down her delicate folds. You thrust into her with a measured stroke, feeling the delicate membrane resist you and then yield with a faint bursting sensation. She cries out and you feel the hot trickle of her virginal blood spill from her channel. Genevieve trembles beneath you, her breasts heaving and her eyes glistening for a moment.
You stop your stroke, feeling her incredibly tight pussy squeeze around you.
“Are you alright, my sweet sister?” You whisper.
“Y-yes,” she moans. “Yes. Do not stop. Take me.”
You begin to move atop her, your strokes gentle but growing in speed. Her soft mounds heave slowly with each stroke. Her face contorts in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She gasps, stroking your chest, tearing at your tunic. She moves her hips, meeting your strokes, her pussy squeezing around you.
“Ahhhhh!” You cry with sudden need, your cock throbbing deep inside your sister’s pussy. You pump your cum into her depths, moaning as you feel a deeper pleasure. A faint violet energy plays around her and you notice the glowing flecks of violet in your sister’s blue eyes. But the ecstasy of your orgasm is too intense for you to question what is happening. You thrusts harder into her, your orgasm seemingly doubled, your pleasure pouring out into her until it overflows her tight channel.
“Yes, Lucas,” she cries. “I need more. I need it! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”
Somehow, your cock does not flag, and you snarl with lust, thrusting into her juicy pussy. You slam in and out of her folds, moaning and grunting as you feel her pussy fluttering arou
nd you with each stroke. With remarkable speed, you feel yourself on the edge again. You roughly palm one of your sister’s breasts, squeezing her titflesh and pinching her delicate nipples.
“Oh, Genevieve,” you gasp. “I am going to cum again.”
“Yes, Lucas, yes!” She cries, her face flushed and eyes glowing violet with her need. “Fuck me! Cum inside me!”
“Ahhhhh!” You throw back your head and explode again, burying your cock to the hilt in your sister’s tight pussy and pumping her full of your cum. You spurt again and again, feeling that same double sensation of pleasure and a tug as if something else is leaving your body.
The orgasm recedes and you feel faint. Your cock finally begins to shrink. You topple, landing heavily on your back, gasping and moaning weakly.
Genevieve kneels over you, a wicked smile on her face as you see her visage change to that of another woman. You do not recognize her, but she is beautiful, with smoldering brown eyes and a short cut of straight golden hair. Her physique changes only slightly, other than her demonic characteristics such as large, black horns, delicate leathery wings, and tail with a lewd tip designed to drink the life force from a man.
“Y-you’re not… you’re not my sister,” you gasp, too weak to fight this demoness away as she takes hold of your cock, leans down, and begins sucking your flaccid manhood. Her incredible mouth and dexterous tongue draw you to hardness in seconds. She pops her lips free of your cock and looks up at you with a violet glow in her lusty eyes.
“Your sister and mother are watching us,” she says, pointing up to the ceiling. You look up, horrified to see your mother and sister, chained and gagged, hanging from the ceiling of the temple. They are dangling in such a way that they can see the throne room. They have watched, unable to stop you from performing this depraved act on a succubus disguised as your sister.
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