Before you realize what is happening, you are being lifted into the air by Charlotte’s tentacles. She holds your knees bent and legs apart with two tentacles and two more supporting your ass.
“W-what are you doing?” You cry.
“Giving you pleasure,” says Charlotte. “It is how I pleasure myself when I am lonely.”
You suck in a breath as her tentacle thrusts into your tight pussy. Your eyes widen and you cry out as another tentacle burrows between your cheeks and invades the tight knot of your anus. Her tentacles slip and slide out of your tight holes vigorously. Thin mucus spills from your holes and creates lewd, wet sounds as she plunders you with her tentacles.
“Ohhh, gods,” you moan, bucking your hips and unable to escape the pleasure. You look into her alien eyes as she fucks your pussy and ass, squeezing your breasts and flicking your tender nipples. “AhhhhHHHH!”
You arch and buck hard, wailing as a female orgasm radiates in waves through your body, causing your pussy and ass to clutch at the tentacles and bounce from your clit back to your nipples. The circuit of this pleasure is a full-body spasm of ecstasy, driving you higher and higher with each thrust of her tentacles. You cum again and again, one orgasm seeming to melt into another, your body aflame with pleasure as Charlotte watches you and seems to study you.
The pleasure ends almost as suddenly as it began. Charlotte drops you into the mud, her tentacles releasing you and slipping from inside you.
“It is a pity that you are no use to me,” says Charlotte. “We would have had so much fun together.”
She slithers back into the river, leaving you gasping and dazed as aftershocks of your intense orgasms continue to shudder through your body. The change back from Lucia to Lucus begins slowly. You are still transforming, pulling on your clothes, when a warm breeze heralds Theora’s return.
“Are you alright?” You croak, buttoning up the last of your tunic.
“Yes,” says Theora. “Are you alright? That must have been strange for you.”
“You saw it?” Your face flushes with embarrassment.
“Just before she left,” says Theora. “It was brave. And effective.”
“Right,” you say, glancing at the river and still feeling those tentacles thrusting in and out of your body. “Can we just get moving again?”
“Of course,” says Theora sympathetically. “When I was flying I saw a building of some sort upriver. It might be a place we can shelter for the night.”
You and Theora set off following the river as it winds its way into the jungle. A sense of shame prickles at your face and you glance over at the river beside you, wondering if Charlotte might return and you might once more experience the pleasure of being a woman.
CONTINUE >
Use your Lure of the Lily ability
You trade blows with Charlotte’s tentacles. She’s fast and almost has you more than once, but each time you manage to twist your sword out of her grasp or deliver a minor slash that causes her to recoil. All the same, you know where this is going. She is confident and almost casual as she parry’s each of your swings. You are wearing down, your sword growing heavier with each swing.
The Lure of the Lily. Of course, that would play on your visible weakness and give you a chance to find Charlotte’s weakness.
You renew your efforts, swinging and striking at Charlotte, making bolder attacks, but always careful to retreat in time to elude her counterattacks. Then, at a moment of your choosing, you let her slam you across the face with one of her lashing tentacles. It knocks starts into your vision and stings against your lips and cheek. You exaggerate your reaction, crying out, spinning and falling to the ground.
“Ooooh!” Charlotte cries with concern. “I was not trying to hurt you, human boy!”
You are face down in the mud, holding your breath, focusing your mind to remain lifeless as the Scylla girl approaches. She strokes you with testing tentacles, running her slimy tendrils down your back and along your side. It takes every bit of willpower not to twitch or cry out as her tentacles caress your neck.
“Human?” She coos with concern, leaning over you. Her human hands and two of her tentacles gently roll you onto your back. You fight to hold your breath as she touches your face with concern. “Oh, no, I did not hit you that hard! Wake up, human boy! Please!”
She shakes you gently from side to side. You are tempted to reach for your sword and drive the blade into her neck, but something tells you to continue the ruse. You flop lifelessly in her arms as she picks you up, shaking you as if trying to wake you.
“Please! Oh, human boy! I am so sorry! I only wanted to mate with you! Now I have killed you!” She drops you back into the mud and cries out, “Charlotte! Why are you so violent!? Why must you do these things!”
She is sobbing as she slides back into the river’s water, the last of her tentacles disappearing beneath the surface behind her. You let out the breath you have been holding and resume your breathing, but remain motionless in case she is also perpetrating a ruse.
You are startled by a hot breeze and a thump in the mud beside you.
“Well, that was fairly unimpressive,” says Theora, standing over you. “Playing dead? I don’t remember teaching you that skill.”
“I learned it in the desert,” you say, rolling over onto your back and squinting up at the angel.
“Ew, you are filthy,” she says, looking at your mud-slathered body. “Clean yourself and let us be on our way before that slimy harlot decides to return.”
“Got rid of her, didn’t I?” You say, rising to your feet and shaking off the mud.
You clean up in the river and join Theora at the edge of the jungle. She has managed to salvage one of the fruit she picked earlier and she offers you a syrupy-sweet slice. With a nod of thanks, you and Theora set off again along the river. It seems unlikely that Charlotte will return, but you keep checking the river’s edge, not quite sure whether you are afraid she will leap out or that you hope to see her again.
CONTINUE >
Use a special ability
To face a creature like Charlotte you know you must use one of your special abilities. You keep your guard up, staying away from her swiping tentacles and trying to prevent her from herding you towards the river’s edge.
A special ability, yes, but which one? You consider your options.
Startle Eye uses the power of Veleda to conjure a blinding flash of light. Charlotte’s eyes seem large and sensitive. Maybe this power would disorient her enough for you to deal a blow and capture her in your sword’s crystal.
Then again, her lovely human half, extending down to her hips and shapely ass, must feel similar pleasure to humans and other monster girls. Perhaps you could use the ability Morelle taught you to give Maddening Pleasure to a woman until she is in a daze and vulnerable.
Then again, there is something appealing about the direct approach. Dervish Strike summons the righteous fury of Veleda and allows you to wield your sword in a whirlwind of strikes. Surely not even an eight-legged, two-armed octopus woman will be able to block your ferocious attack.
Finally, there is your most recent power, the Lure of the Lily, which relies on feigning a mortal wound and crumpling to the ground. If Charlotte thinks you are dead, she might leave you alone, or she might grab you and try to eat you. In which case, you could spot her vulnerability and finish her off quickly.
Charlotte lashes out suddenly with her longest tentacles and comes so close to grabbing your sword that she leaves sucker marks on your wrist. You dance out of reach, your heart pounding and chest heaving with effort.
“I am wearing you down, human,” she taunts. “Stop fighting and give up. I promise I will not hurt you.”
“Not giving up,” you say with a grimace.
“Really?” She laughs. “What are you going to do?”
Good question. It’s time to choose.
Which ability are you going to use?
Startle Eye
Maddening Pleasure
Dervish Strike
Lure of the Lily
Follow the river through the jungle
“I don’t relish the thought of being waylaid by a pack of goblins,” you say, gesturing to the path through the jungle. “Let’s follow the river. See if that gets us any closer to these mountains.”
“It will,” promises Theora.
You and Theora venture through the jungle, following the sound of flowing water until you reach the bank of a wide, muddy, quick-flowing river. The water thunders over stones and carries the occasional branch past you at a great speed. The water is coming from the mountains and as you follow the curve of the river you are moving against the river’s flow, a slightly disorienting experience that makes it seem as if you are moving much faster than you are in reality.
The banks of the river are sometimes steep, as if recently collapsed into the churning water, and other times form gently sloping banks or side channels where the water slows a bit.
“A lot of rain in the jungle,” says Theora, raising her voice to be heard over the rush of the river. “I doubt it ever slows much.”
“Wouldn’t do for fishing,” you agree.
This river is much wider and more intimidating than the Renn or the Pulska back in St. Ingbert. The Renn was wide but gentle and the Pulska, your favorite for fishing orange-nosed scarl, was hardly more than a deep stream. This is a true river. If you fell in, you are not sure you could swim back out.
The hike is not easy in the sweltering heat, but you feel you made the right decision to stay near the river. Whenever the river’s turn forces you into the jungle you are reminded of just how claustrophobic and slow the journey might have been. Staying the river’s edge, you see strange fish that leap from the water and flash silver in the air, tortoises as big as wagons, and finned serpents that hiss at you from the water’s edge if you get too near.
You travel until evening draws near and decide to rest for a bit on a wide open expanse close to the river’s edge. You sit down on a rock by the water and watch the river flowing past. There are many of the leaping fish and you consider devising some sort of trap to catch some of them when they jump out.
“I think I see some amanga fruit in that tree over there,” says Theora, pointing to a tree laden with spiky yellow fruit on the other side of the river. “I am going to fly over and see if I can’t pick us a few to have something to eat.”
She takes to the humid air, her wings beating a breeze against your face for a moment as she wings it across the river. You are in the process of trying to get a stone out of your boot when you hear something splashing at the edge of the river. For a moment, you think it is one of the serpents that hiss at you, but then you see reddish tentacles writhing out of the water. The river churns for a moment and then, with surprising speed and agility, a creature comes crawling out of the water. It is half beautiful woman and half octopus. River water drips from her blonde hair as she rises upright atop a carriage of tentacles. She does not seem to have full legs, but she has the upper thighs, hips, and buttocks of a shapely woman. Her skin is pale and her eyes are large, golden, and with rectangular pupils.
You jump to your feet as the creature comes towards you, standing a good head or two taller than you on her muscular tentacles. You draw your sword from its sheath.
“What in the name of Veleda are you?” You ask.
“I am Charlotte,” she says. “What are you? A human boy?”
“A human man,” you correct her.
“Lucas, watch out! It’s a Scylla!” Theora shouts and dives from the sky at Charlotte, losing her fruit in the process. Charlotte whips around and slams Theora from mid-air with two tentacles she launches with terrifying speed. Theora collides with a trees and breaks several branches on her way down.
“Stupid bird woman!” Charlotte screams. “Stay back! This human boy is mine!”
Charlotte whirls back around, her plump breasts jiggling as she faces off against you.
“Ooooh,” she coos, “put the sword down, handsome little boy. I don’t want to eat you, I want to mate with you. Again and again. You can fertilize all of my eggs.”
She parts her tentacles and reveals a human-like pussy with reddish lips, glistening with arousal.
“Come and put it in me,” she says. “Humans have such nice mating tools. It has been a long time since I have mated with one.”
“Stay back,” you warn, holding up your sword.
“Ooooh,” she coos. “Are you going to try to attack me with that little sword? That might be fun!”
It’s clear that Charlotte is not going to accept “no” for an answer. You are going to have to battle her.
What do you do?
Wait
Parley
Attack
Use a special ability
Use an item
Surrender
Morning in the jungle
You wake up covered in nothing but a thick layer of morning dew. You blink your eyes to the early gray light penetrating the morning’s mist and realize you are alone in the ruins of the house. Theora is nowhere to be seen. You sit up and are jerked away fully by the realization that there is a centipede as long as you forearm resting on your thigh. You swat it away and scramble to your feet.
You make sure to shake out all your clothes before you get dressed. The night before with Theora was intense. You expected to wake up with her beside you.
“Theora?” You call softly, unsure if there is danger afoot. You pass through the ruined door of the house with your hand on your sword. In the morning light, you can see that the house was built on a low hill. Theora is atop a nearby hill, looking out at the jungle with her back to you. She seems to sense that you are watching her and turns to wave to you.
You join her atop the other hill. It is taller than the one with house and provides a sliver of a view of the distant mountains through the jungle canopy.
“There,” she say, pointing to the range. “We can make it by sundown if we set out soon. And if we don’t encounter anything too dangerous.”
“Right,” you say, rubbing your chin. “It’s that second one that we might have a bit of trouble with. Danger grows on trees in these parts.”
“Perhaps literally,” says Theora. “Do you see that?”
“Those flowers?” You say, trying to follow where she is pointing.
“There is a path through those dense flowers,” says Theora. “But those are not flowers. Those are the top of burst fruit. They sense vibrations and explode their nectar onto any animals nearby. The nectar is filled with some alchemical concoction that can reduce a man or woman to bone in a matter of seconds.”
“So we don’t go that way,” you say.
“At least you can see the burst fruit and be careful of them,” says Theora. “The other path is over there. We don’t know what exactly we might encounter in that direction.”
You clasp your hands and turn your eyes to the heavens. “Veleda, watch over us.”
Theora gives you a strange look. You shrug.
“So which way should we go?” You ask.
“You are the Hero of One Thousand Lives,” says Theora. “You must decide our path through the jungle. Whichever way you choose, we must reach the mountains by sundown. There are over a hundred peaks. We have to know which the correct mountain is or it might be another day of searching to find the entrance to Chthona.”
“Well, I guess I have to pick then,” you say, walking to the edge of the hill and looking down at your two possible paths through the jungle.
Which path do you take through the jungle?
Follow the mysterious path through the jungle
Travel through the dense flowers
She should fuck the goblin
Watching beautiful Theora stroking the filthy little goblin’s bumpy cock has you rock hard. You need to see more. You need to see the glorious angel and the degenerate runt rutting like beasts!
“You should fuck the goblin,” you say.
“Really?” Theora’s eyes widen in surprise.
“Really?” The goblin squeaks in equal disbelief.
“Yes,” you say, taking a step closer and resting your hands on your hips. Theora’s gaze drifts to the obvious bulge in your trousers.
“You want to watch this horrid little creature shove his warty cock into my pristine pink pussy?” Theora teases out each word. “That’s what you desire?”
“Yes!” You say, rubbing the bulge in your trousers.
“I must say, Lucas, you are a dirty one,” cries Theora. “But handling this goblin’s wee cock has me soaking. A good fucking is exactly what I need!”
She rises to her feet and unceremoniously gathers her white gown up in one fist and lifts it off over her head. Her plump breasts and stiff, pink nipples are exposed to the goblin’s wide-eyed view. Her shapely hips and gold-thatched cunt invite his stare. You have a view of her shapely rear as well as she steps astride the goblin’s scrawny hips, towering above him and seemingly ten times his size. She squats over him, grabbing hold of his glistening cock as her delicate pink pussy descends onto the goblin’s hardness.
“Oooooooh,” she lets out a breath as her tight pink folds part around the goblin’s obscene, bumpy cock. You watch in lustful awe, squeezing your cock through your trousers as you watch her perfect ass descend and her delicate cunt engulf the goblin’s cock down to its balls.
“So good,” gasps the goblin, its tongue lolling out of its mouth and its face contorting almost as if it is in agony.
“Yesssss,” hisses Theora and the angel’s wings open as she begins to ride atop the goblin’s scrawny body. Her ass smacks against his hips and her pussy slides up and down his bumpy cock, swallowing it up with each downward stroke. The goblin dares to reach its clawed hands out, caressing Theora’s powerful thighs as she squats up and down.
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