"They send pretty one," grumbles the orc and he starts walking towards you. "I enjoy dirtying you with big orc cock."
What do you do?
WAIT
PARLEY
ATTACK
MAGIC
SURRENDER
Special Encounter - Damn the Risks!
You stare into Olaf's kind eyes and you know you need it. You turn your hips, easily lining his fat cock up with your entrance. The head pushes easily into your spread pussy. His features pinch in an expression of agonized pleasure.
"I can't hold back," he moans.
"Do it," you hiss through your teeth. "Do it, old man. Fuck me."
"W-what?" His eyes widen.
"Fuck me!" you cry. "Don't make me beg! Fuck me!"
He thrusts into you, his cock battering through your maidenhead with a pinch of pain that is lost to the pleasure. You wildly frig your clit, watching as his cock disappears into your pink folds. He thrusts until he is buried in your hot, clutching tunnel and the hard stones of his bollocks are nestled against your anus. His groan vibrates through you. Olaf pulls back and thrusts again. And again. And you lose track, because your cumming.
"Ohhhh gods," you cry, stroking your clit as his pubes mesh with yours and his fat old gnome cock pounds into your quim.
"I can't... ahhhhh!!" Olaf grabs your hips with both hands, pounding into your depths and spasming as his cum pours into your virgin channel. You feel the wetness of him, the heat of his seed inside the spasm of your orgasm, and then you feel only joy.
"Olaf," you gasp, "I love you."
Yes. This is right. This is perfect. Your womb was made for Olaf's seed. Your body a perfect home for his children. You want him to fill you again and again. To make you his. You cry out as your mind is lost to the magic of the dungeon. Love fills your heart. Orgasms wrack your body as you milk his amazing cock for every drop of its seed.
You belong to Olaf.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Sixteen - Refuse to Give Up
No! No, you must fight these unnatural urges. Fight the lust to lick the pussy rubbing against your chin. Fight the dirge playing on the organ and invading your mind. Most of all, fight Madreg's unholy cock as it thrusts into the broken innocence of your quim.
You focus on the pain Madreg has inflicted on you and your family. On the depravity of his dungeon and all the other women who must be suffering similar horrible fates. You hate him, more than anyone or anything else, and most of all you hate him for what he is doing right now. For his huge cock opening your tender pussy. For his pregnant slaves holding you down and enticing you with their bodies.
"No." You speak the word softly.
You wrench your right hand free of the grasp of the woman holding it. There is no time to think. You act. Splaying your fingers and casting Impactum, a simple spell that creates a burst of force in every direction. It's enough to knock your left arm loose and free one of your legs. You quickly throw the woman off your face and sit up.
"What are you doing?" snarls Madreg, his cock still buried in your clutching depths.
You splay your fingers again and cast a spell given to you by Oriodamus called Burning Shroud. For a moment, Madreg is encased in a hooded robe of flames. The flames sputter out and spin away as embers.
"Did you really believe that would work?" Madreg holds your throat in an invisible hand, choking further words. "I am the greatest wizard to ever walk the cursed land and the north kingdoms. Your parlor tricks will--"
Madreg lurches forward, driving his cock deeper. An expression of surprise appears on his cruel face and he looks down at the sunken flesh of his chest. A blood spear-tip bursts through him, nearly skewering your breasts. The choking sensation in your throat disappears immediately. Madreg pulls his cock from you with a slurp and turns to face his attacker, the handle of the spear sticking out of his back.
"Oriodamus!" you cry, spotting him at the bottom of the altar. "I thought you were dead!"
"Not yet!" cries the ancient spell sage. He fires a burst of lightning at several of the chanting women and picks up another of their spears.
"Fool." Madreg waves his hand and the spears turns to ash. His wound begins to close. "You're no match for me either."
Oriodamus begins to say something, to position his fingers for casting, and he is suddenly unmade. It is an instantaneous and violent process, his body reduced to slivers in a gory burst. The spear clatters onto the stairs.
"A decrepit old wizard and a spear?" Madreg scoffs and turns back to you, his obscene cock glistening with your juices. "Let us finish what we started, my dear."
But you already hold the spear Oriodamus dropped onto the stairs. You thrust with all your strength and bury the iron tip in Madreg's throat. You push again and with a crunch his neck is completely impaled. Black blood pours out of his nose and mouth. He tries to cast a spell, but no words can emerge from his ruined throat.
"Inflagrum Decimus." You channel your aura into the spell. A whirlwind of flame rises from the floor and swallows up Madreg. For a moment, the mad wizard seems to glow inside the firestorm. There is a flash of light and an explosion of sparks that knocks you off your feet and sends most of the chanting women sprawling.
The organ falls silent. Madreg remains where he stood, now a charred and lifeless husk. You walk slowly up to him and look down at the ashy black length of his cock, still glowing with heat. You can't help but smile as you kick him and explode the charcoal of his remains.
All around you, the chanters wail with despair. Some flee from the temple. You turn to the ornate apse surrounding the obscene altar. There is a small door framed with gold. It clicks and slowly swings open. You steel yourself as a figure emerges from the darkened chamber beyond.
"Reemek," you growl.
The orc is dressed in finer armor than you have seen him wear before. He holds his jagged sword in his hands and tosses it to the ground. Several more fen orcs file out behind him and add their weapons to the pile next to the altar.
"No more fight," says the orc. "We surrender."
"You expect me to accept your surrender?"
Reemek nods and bows his head. You are considering how you might strike him down when someone else steps through the door.
"Kirsten," cries your sister Heidi as she stumbles out. She is naked and clearly has been bound. She looks in amazement at the temple. "What is this place?"
You ignore her question and embrace her and pick her up in your arms. Jacinda and Camilla follow Heidi out of the room and share your embrace.
"The orcs came and got us," explains Jacinda. "Reemek, he said that Madreg wanted us here."
You nod through your tears of relief and hold all three of your sisters tight against your bosom.
"Let warriors live," says Reemek, "and I show you and sisters way out."
"Very well," you say, choosing one of the orc weapons from the pile. "Lead the way."
You and your sisters follow behind the orc as he sets off to lead you to freedom. You feel a rumbling as you pass out of the cavern. You do not look back, but you know, somehow, that the temple has collapsed behind you.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Two - Turn and run
With the beetle's diabolical venom already coursing through your veins, standing and fighting is liable to get you killed. Or worse. You decide to flee from the beetles now scurrying and buzzing towards you through the darkness.
You run for the ledge, sheathing your sword and discarding the torch in a flash of sparks that momentarily slows the advancing scarabs. Despite your best efforts, one of the vile insects is on you almost immediately, swooping from the darkness above and clamping against your breasts and belly. You stagger back as the giant insect tries to pin both of your arms. It cinches one tight against your side, but the other arm remains free.
The weight of the scarab, resting flush against your breasts and belly, staggers you forward. Its antennae tickle your breasts. Its red eyes stare up at you with
inhuman lust.
"Get off of me!" you cry, hitting its carapace with your fist.
The scarab seems to ignore your blows, its abdomen flexing between your thighs and that foul stinger seeking the cleft of your womanhood. The beetle's segmented cock drives into your virginal slit. You grab the throbbing appendage with your free hand and pull with all your fading strength. You can feel its tapered tip tickling against the tender cap of your maidenhead.
With a final cry of desperation and a last yank, you pull the appendage back out of your slit and bend the scarab's abdomen backwards. It screeches. You look down and see its slick stringer and the pale pink inner proboscis waving free. You slip your hand down to this softer flesh and twist. The beetle screeches, convulses and drops from your body. You kick it away into the darkness.
You climb the ledge, drawing on hidden reserves of strength and willpower, as the scarabs swarm behind you.
As you reach the top of the ledge you see a woman, horribly bloated, breasts swollen, body seemingly covered in bonds of brown resin that secure her to the wall. Her legs are wide apart and as you watch you see a pale larvae pushing out of her stretched hole.
You hold back your fear. She moans, "Help me" but there is no chance. The beetles are nearly on you. Muttering a silent prayer for her soul, you flee through the door, unbarring it and then slamming it behind you.
The insects immediately begin banging and scratching at the door. You are in a dark, rough-hewn hallway. You don't know how long the door will hold back these vile scarabs.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Thirteen - Wait
Your mind is warning you to beware this demoness and to strike her down while you have the chance. Your body is making a powerful argument, with quaking loins and a warmth spreading up your belly, that you should drop to your knees and beg for the succubus to ravish you. Self preservation and desire reach an impasse within you and you end up simply staring like a fool at her beauty.
"Nothing to say?" asks Ashara, raising an eyebrow. "Hmmm, well, I do have that effect on some of my visitors. Let's have a look at you."
She saunters closer, her scent driving you wild as she paces a deliberately slow circle around you. Her violet eyes take you in from head to toe and you shudder when she reaches out and lightly glides her fingertips around your side to your back. Her index finger follows the upper curve of your left buttock, dips lightly into the inner curve and back up to your right buttock. You practically plead with the gods for her to do something. To break the impasse.
As if sensing your thought, Ashara leans the soft warmth of her breasts against your shoulders and presses her lips to your ear. The warmth of her breath is maddening.
"It's alright, princess." Her whisper caresses your earlobe. "I will show you the way out of this place. I know about your sisters. But you seem a bit tense. I think you should relax first."
Her fingers sweep your golden hair away from your shoulder and her lips, burning hot, press against your slender neck. You moan and tilt your head to give her better access. Her kisses trail down to your shoulder. Her tongue flicks against your collarbone.
Ashara reaches around your body to fondle your breasts. It is a gentle, precise touch. Her fingertips tease circles around your areolas and spiral in to your straining nipples. She plucks them gently and sucks at the flesh of your shoulder. You gasp, pushing your ass back against her. One deft hand slips down your taut belly and deftly unwinds your loincloth. It slips from your hips and her fingers pet the silky gold of your thatch. She traces your furrow and finds your clit. You cry out in wordless pleasure.
"Just over there, on my bed, my dear," she whispers. "Ecstasy awaits."
You don't resist her. You don't help her. You simply wait and allow her to pull you onto her bed and through the crimson canopy. The curtains close around you. Somehow, in this private space, the satin of her sheets seems to extend infinitely in every direction so that you are in a vast and yet intimate space of cool silk and soft cushions. Ashara presses you gently onto your back and crawls atop you, her plump breasts dragging over your heaving bosoms so that her nipples rub gently against yours.
"It has been a long journey that brought you to my bed," whispers the succubus, her eyes seeming to glow with purple light. "Be at ease now, princess. You are safe her. You are... welcome."
She leans down and smothers you with her kiss. Your lips part without hesitation and your tongue meets hers. For a perfect eternity you are lost in the hot, sweet embrace of the demoness. The pleasure of her kiss is so wonderful that you feel some of your strength leaving you, as if she is sucking it from your mouth. You know you should be afraid, but you are not afraid. You want more of it. More of her.
"Mmmmmm!" You pull your lips away and gasp, "I want to... want to taste you. I want..."
"I know everything you desire before you speak it," purrs Ashara. "We will share in pleasure, my beautiful princess."
Her lips briefly meet your again before her kiss travels to your breasts and her hand slides between your thighs. You twist and squirm beneath her, moaning as her tongue swirls around a painfully erect nipple. She catches it between her teeth, nibbling just enough to make you gasp before soothing the momentary pain with the hot wetness of her mouth. Her busy fingers massage your clit and open the delicate velvet entrance to your virgin quim.
"Ohhh, Ash... Ashara," you moan. "I should not do this."
She sucks your nipple hard, pulling at your tender flesh before releasing it from her soft lips with a pop.
"It is not wise to share your bed with a succubus," she agrees. "But this is my bed. So I am sharing it with you."
To your lust-addled mind, it makes perfect sense. You are her guest. How could you refuse her generous offer of mutual pleasure? The last of your concerns are soon dispelled by her kiss traveling downward. Her lips brush your clit. Her fingers probe gently inside you.
You are almost pulled from the mesmerizing pleasure of her fingers and teasing lips by the sudden slithering of her tail over your arm. You jerk your hand away from the purple tendril and watch, immobilized by pleasure, as the tail slithers onto your belly and between your breasts. The spade-shaped tip seems to inflate and fold in on itself, forming something much more like a cock. It drags between your tits and slithers straight towards your mouth.
You are about to turn your face away from such a strange appendage when suddenly Ashara's tongue begins to batter against your clit. You cry with pleasure and her prehensile pseudocock seizes the opportunity to thrust over your tongue and into your open mouth. Your lips close around the hot flesh of its shaft and you suck and lick it, communicating your pleasure to Ashara by fellating her tail.
"Naughty girl," she gasps, her breath hot against your sex. "You have no idea how good that feels."
"Mmmmmm," you reply, bobbing your lips as much as possible on the half-sized purple cock. You are able to fit it all into your mouth, sucking it like a rock sugar, tasting a faint sweetness oozing from its tip. You roll your tongue around the slightly bulging tip and wonder if the succubus might spurt something like cum into your mouth.
Ashara repositions herself without warning, climbing atop you and straddling your face so that her plump bottom blots out your view. Her tail pulls between her thighs, dragging its throbbing tips from your lips and disappearing to her front. You admire the lavender-tinted folds of Ashara's sex and the similar lavender wrinkle of her anus. You lick your lips and start to lean up to lick the demoness's sex.
She grips your thighs and rolls with supernatural strength, pulling you atop her so that now you are in the position she was in a moment ago and she is beneath your straddling thighs. Her tongue resumes licking you, trailing long licks over your clit, up your folds and tickling the clenched pucker of your ass. That tongue swirls several times around your tender hole before you feel something pressing at your ass. For a moment, you take it to be a finger, but as it overcome your muscles and pushes into your ass, you realize it must be the phallus form
ed from her tail.
"Ohhhhh gods!" you cry.
"Still not a god," she replies and begins to suck at your clit.
Your only possible answer is to drop your face between her thighs and begin to desperately, inexpertly lick at her sweet, honey-dewed sex. Her folds part and you press your tongue into her hot tunnel. Her large clit is easily found and you lap at it and suck at it as best you can. It is hard to fully concentrate with the demoness sucking at your virgin quim and her tail-cock thrusting in and out of your hungry asshole.
Your orgasms begin and do not seem to end. The sheer pleasure of licking the demoness would nearly be enough to make you explode with pleasure. Your clit throbs and pleasure radiates through you. Rhythmic clenches squeeze around the thrusting demonic cock. One series of spasms collides with the next. Ashara moans and batters at your clit with her tongue. You do your best to repay her attentions, but there is little time to concentrate on anything but the ecstasy radiating through you.
After the fifth or sixth or maybe tenth toe-curling orgasm, you give up trying to lick Ashara. You submit to the exquisite pleasure and ride a wave of orgasms, sweat glistening on your ample curves and your thighs shaking as you experience a sort of fever dream of bliss. You sense a darkness, like an unseen whirlpool, seeming to suck you in, piece by piece. You know something is happening, but you are helpless to stop it.
Ashara stops it. She gasps and throws you off her body, rolling you onto your back and falling beside you on the bed. She is deeply flushed and gasping for breath.
"Oh, princess," she laughs. "You are so delicious. I very nearly took you."
"Took... me?" You gasp, still fighting to catch your breath.
"Yes, that would have been unfair. After all, I promised to show you the way out of this place."
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