You develop talents for licking a woman until her eyes roll back and pleasuring a man with your breasts until he paints your throat with a hot collar of his cream. You are quite deft at stroking a virgin man with your hand and whispering lewd things in his ear until he spends his seed upon your thigh. Such a simple task might cause a kingdom to fall into line for Ashara when your hand finds the right cock.
You will never exceed Ashara's many talents, but you become a valuable seductress in her court, relying on your family name to open doors that might be forbidden to most of her emissaries. Most of the southern kingdoms give in to this diplomacy and surrender their morality to the demoness. She blesses each newly conquered town with her presence and this visitation invariably triggers a magnificent public orgy.
Only Shaddobar remains unconquered, where religious conservatives resist magic and pleasure and defy your queen's domination. A brutal war will soon follow, but that is out of your hands. You will retire to the pleasure palaces of Ashara and enjoy her company and that of countless others. Victory is inevitable. All hail Ashara! May her reign last 10,000 years and may your adventure never end.
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Encounter One - Attack
Your eyes go wide as the orc starts towards you. Gods be damned, you're not giving yourself up to this beast. You'd rather die!
You surge to your feet and draw your short sword form its sheath. The orc roars with rage as he realizes you intend to fight him. He charges towards you, crossing the distance with surprising speed. You swing your sword, but his shoulder connects with you before you can even bring the blade around again. The force of the blow hammers the air out of your lungs and knocks the sword from your grasp. It clangs against the stones as the orc drives you back into the will.
"Bastard!" you cry and swing your fist at his head.
The orc easily knocks your blow away. He backhands you across the face and your teeth opens a sour cut on your lip. The taste of blood fills your mouth and you sink down the wall, tears springing to your eyes. The orc's beady eyes flash with excitement. His huge chest heaves up and down with his breath.
"Thank you," growls the orc. "Fight is good way to raise the blood. Now I fuck you good."
Tears drop from your eyes. You know you have been beaten before the fight has even begun. The orc seizes you by your hair and pulls you to your feet. His nostrils flare as he strips off your loincloth with a single yank. Your thighs shake. You try to cover yourself but he smacks your hands away.
"Please don't do this," you moan.
"Don't do? This nature, human. Your gutter for my seed."
The orc's rough fingers cup your tender groove and he digs his palm against your clit. Despite your fear, you let out a gasp as a hard bolt of pleasure arcs through your body. The orc's other hand fondles your breasts. He squeezes them and molds them in his grip. He plucks at your hard nipples and stretches them painfully, making you squeal in pain. The orc chuckles at your discomfort.
"Hurts now. Soon enough you beg for my cock."
The orc's fingers press into the tender cleft of your pussy. He leans down and plants a sloppy, foul-tasting kiss against your mouth. The fat muscle of his tongue opens your lips and violates your mouth. He fucks his fingers into you and you moan against him. There is no more denying the pleasure. You thrust yourself against those fingers, sighing into his beastly kiss as your hot velvet parts around his fingers.
The orc laughs again, spinning you and shoving you to your hands and knees. He falls heavily behind you, his hand caressing the roundness of your ass. He press his hardness to your slick flower. A thrust, a grunt, and he is inside you, filling your aching channel and opening you with his hard meat. Your tight groove grips his thrusting cock. His cum-heavy balls swing against your straining clit.
"Oh, Gods," you cry, despairing as you beg, "Fuck me!"
"Yes, human bitch, you love this orc shank, don't you?"
He strokes into you, his fat cock sloshing into your pussy. Your tits swinging beneath you with each stroke and your ass slapping against his muscular thighs. He holds you around the waist and pounds his dick into your velvet tunnel.
"Yessss!" you cry. "Fuck me!"
He powers into you, prodding your tender cervix. Your orgasm ripples through you as you feel his cock begin to swell. His balls tighten and no longer beat against your clit with every stroke. He presses hard and deep into you, his fingers tightening around your waist, and he bellows with pleasure.
"Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!!!!"
The room echoes with his roar and you feel his cock throb against your squeezing slit. Hot orc cum pumps into your fertile womb, spurting past your cervix and filling you with his heavy load. Each stroke, each throb, launches another wave of cum into your shuddering fucktunnel. Such a flood of orc spunk that it overflows against his thrusting cock and drips down your thighs.
"Good bitch," he says. "Your human gutter is stuffed full. My seed will find soil inside you."
Your head drops. A smile spreads across your face and you squeeze against the orc's cock.
"Yessss," you moan. "Breed me."
The magic of the maze has taken hold the instant your womb was fertilized. You feel only love for your new mate. You are now the willing slave of the orc.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Fifteen - Keep Running for the Cabin
Too many wolves chasing you! If you stop now, even to test the ring Ashara gave you, they will tear you to pieces!
You run as fast as you can towards the cabin in the middle of the clearing. Lights behind the milky glass of a window. Smoke from its chimney. Someone has to be inside. Maybe they will help you.
Your legs burn with exertion. Behind you, the wolves come crashing out of the woods and into the clearing. Their snarls are so close on your heels. Your heart feels as if it is going to burst with effort and terror.
Almost there... the door is only twenty paces now. You can clear them in seconds.
The wolf appears atop the roof of the cabin, only it is not a wolf at all, it has human-like clawed hands and its gray-furred face is where a man's head might be on his body. A werewolf! It races to the edge of the roof and leaps at you as you approach the door.
You throw your body to the ground. It is all you can do to avoid the sudden attack. The werewolf swipes with its claws as it passes over your falling body, so near that you feel the wind of its swing against your back. You land on your knees and push yourself up without looking back. You launch yourself at the door. Fumble with the latch for a moment and then push your way through.
Gasping, you turn and slam the door. You lock and bar the door and stare at it, expecting the werewolf to slam into the wood. He was huge. Taller than a man. Surely he could batter down even the barred door. But no, there is no further attack.
You turn to look at the cabin you are now trapped inside.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Thirteen - Surrender
"I yield," you say, the words almost flying from your lips. You feel almost giddy to give up to this gorgeous demoness. You moan, "I surrender!"
"Yes," hisses Ashara. "Yes, you do. I see that now. That's alright, my sweet. Come. I will make everything better."
She opens her arms to you and you gladly embrace her, throwing your arms around her and nuzzling your face into the soft mounds of her breasts. The perfect musk of her body inflames you and almost immediately you begin to kiss her titflesh and run your tongue over those luscious mountains. Your kiss seeks the lavender nipple of one and you suck greedily, as if she might fill your mouth with her sweetness distilled into milk.
"Oh, my," laughs Ashara, looking down into your eyes as you shamelessly suck at her tit. "I see you are desperately in need of my attentions. Well, fear not, my lovely princess. I will give you whatever you desire."
The succubus pulls you onto her bed and the crimson curtains close around you. Somehow, in this private space, the satin of her sheets seems to extend infinitely in every direction s
o 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.
"Ohhhhh," you sigh as her hand trails between your thighs and begins to deftly caress the aching furrow of your slit. "I shouldn't... shouldn't..."
You can't even give word to your doubts, they are so insubstantial. As Ashara's lips descend on yours there is nothing more to say. Her kiss is so warm and luscious, her tongue and sweet mouth like devouring your favorite fruit. Your tongue fights back and her warm body presses down atop you. Her fingers find your clit and begin to expertly tease and stroke your straining bud.
Everything about Ashara drives you towards bliss. She shifts atop you, her supple flesh rubbing against you as her fingers begin to gently plunder your dripping sex. With a great effort of will, you tear your lips away from the addiction sweetness of her hot mouth. Her lips glisten. She looks at you with amusement as you struggle to form words.
"I want... I want..."
"Shhhhhh," Ashara brings a finger to your lips. "I know what you want. You do not need to speak it."
She rises onto her knees and you fall back with your head atop a pillow. The shapely demoness climbs astride your face, her hot furrow so delicate and lavender-lipped, exuding a spicy musk that drives you to the brink of madness. You moan as you reach your hand around her and cradle her shapely bottom, fingers stroke the warm crescent between her buttocks as she lowers her quim to your mouth.
Oh, to dine upon the sweet folds of a succubus! The warmth of her! The delicious nectar that flows steadily over your tongue. Her clit is fat and easily found by your tongue. You catch it with your lips and suck as your fingers maraud between her cheeks and stroke urgently at the hot wrinkle of her anus. She cries out with pleasure, squeezing your face between her soft thighs and working her hips to grind the hot furrow of her cunt over your tongue.
An eternity would not be long enough to lap at her sex. She cums again and again, pouring her juices into your mouth until you are drunk on her luscious syrup. Your fingers plunder the hot tunnel of her ass, fucking in and out as her prehensile tail coils around your arm and slaps encouragement against your shoulder. At last, Ashara dismounts her shuddering perfection from your face and kisses your lips to share her own sweetness.
You feel the heat of that kiss, the way she seems to siphon your lust into her mouth, and you only want her more. You squirm beneath her as her kiss travels lower, sucking at your nipples, tongue hot and dangerous down your flat tummy. She parts your thighs and the moment her tongue touches your clit you begin to cum. She presses her lips against your folds in a passionate kiss, her tongue seeming to reach past your clutching tunnel and into your soul.
As you arch against her sucking mouth, you feel something slipping away, as if you are parting from the vessel of your flesh. That mouth. That hot, perfect mouth. Sucking and sucking on you. Drawing you deeper and deeper until warmth and flesh pleasure close in around you. And then darkness.
And the sensation that you are falling.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Three - Parley
You know ropers are able to talk and this one is a prisoner of labyrinth as much as you are. You decide to talk to the roper. You approach warily, intending to stay well out of reach. You raise your hands away from your sword in a gesture of peace. The roper sees you coming and hisses. An angry brow bulges above its eye and its smaller tendrils begin to squirm excitedly.
"Greetings," you begin. "I have been imprisoned in this labyrinth by Madreg, as were you. I seek safe passage."
"Safe?"
"That's right," you say. "I need to get up that ladder."
"Yes, up ladder," says the roper. "Come closer. Go up ladder."
"I think you will understand my reluctance to come to close," you say. "You must be hungry."
"Not hungry," says the roper. "Eat rats. Come closer, pretty human."
"I can't take that chance. But if you move away from the ladder, I promise I will come back to you with food."
"Very slow movement," says the roper. "Better if you...COME CLOSER!"
The whole time you were conversing with the roper, two of its sticky tendrils were snaking along the floor unseen in the darkness. It launches them at you simultaneously, one wrapping around your throat and the other around your waist. The touch of the tendril is moist and it stings your flesh. The roper gives a tug and you stumble closer to it, unable to fight against the roper's strength.
"No! Please!" you cry as more tendrils fire out from its columnar body and seize your arms, your legs and sting your shapely thighs. A single tendril winds around and between both breasts, squeezing them tightly. Wherever the roper's tendrils touch your bare skin, you feel a hot pang of agony followed a moment later by pleasant warmth. You try to draw your sword, but you are increasingly weak and the roper is growing stronger as it draws you closer.
Your heart pounds with terror as your gaze focuses on the yawning mouth of the roper. You've heard being swallowed is not a painful way to die, but how would anyone really know that? You don't want to die.
The roper laughs in a mocking rasp at your desperation.
"Better if you relax your delicious body and enjoy," says the roper. "I will show you pleasure you could never find with a human."
The foul musk of the roper assaults your nostrils. Its molesting tendrils tear away your loincloth and wrap around your hard nipples, tugging them and stretching your soft titflesh. Three shorter and much thicker tentacles rise from the roper. They drip with some sort of slime and they have a bulging tip and slit like immense, prehensile penises. One rears up and takes aim at your face. You try to turn away, but the stinging tendrils hold your head in place and squirm between your lips to yank your mouth open.
"Yesssss, taste my cock, pretty human!"
You have no choice in the matter. The glistening tip of the tentacle thrusts into your mouth. It assaults your throat and drives past your gag reflex. Your neck bulges around the intruding appendage. Tears spill from your eyes and you can barely breathe as the roper's fat tentacle fucks into your mouth and throat.
As your mouth is helplessly assaulted, the roper's lusty tentacles seek out the fuzzy peach of your virgin quim and the firmness of your bottom. The tip of one cock tentacle squirms between your cheeks and presses against your clenching anus. The other, lubricated by the roper's secretions, thrusts between your delicate pink folds and invades your virgin channel. Pain daggers into your tender channel as it drives past your maidenhead.
"Mmmmmmphhhhh!" you cry in shock around the tentacle abusing your mouth.
The roper's tentacle fucks in and out of your cunt, spearing to your womb and slipping nearly back out. It is so fat it feels as if a whole arm and fist is thrusting into your teen tunnel. The assault on your ass is no less violent as the roper skewers your clenching bowels on its massive root. The tentacle follows the twists within your aching chute, driving so deep that you feel as if you are a puppet of flesh being worn by the roper's cruel limbs.
Despite the initial pain and horror at being so thoroughly violated, the venom of the roper has a powerful aphrodisiac effect. The more your body is used, the more you begin to enjoy the intruding tentacles. Your first orgasm rocks your body moments before you feel a sudden throbbing from the tentacle driving in and out of your throat. A powerful eruption of hot, thick liquid pours down your throat. You instinctively swallow against the roper's shuddering tentacle as it fills your belly with a massive load of its bitter cum.
Moments later, a powerful throbbing pushes back against your stretched anus. Your eyes go wide as your ass is flooded with hot pumps of the roper's sticky spunk. Almost immediately, it unloads into your fertile quim. As the tide of monstrous fuckmilk pours into your womb, you feel a sudden contentment, an inexplicable happiness that culminates in a deep love for the hideous roper.
If it decides to
devour you, then you would willingly give yourself to the beast, but for now it seems content to plunder your holes with its huge, twitching tentacles. It drags you against its trunk and renews its assault on your pussy, ass and throat. Only a single tendril binds you now. It doesn't need to tie you up. The roper is perfection.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Thirteen - Pleasure Her
You have never encountered a more beautiful creature than Ashara. Her demonic attributes only seem to enhance her comeliness. Your entire body aches with need to touch her, to kiss her and fondle her bountiful curve, and to discover every intimate secret her magnificent flesh has to offer. Perhaps some part of you has been trained by Madreg's dungeon to accept a bargain that involves pleasure over defeat, but you will not dismiss the desire you feel for the succubus as simply self-preservation.
You want her. And you're going to have her.
Her shapely thighs, hairless quim, and magnificent breasts beckon you closer. Her smile is an enticement to climb up and kiss her. But you begin much lower, at her dainty feet, caressing them both and bringing her toes to your lips.
"Ohhh, princess," she coos. "So subservient of you."
"Even these," you say, smacking your lips on them, "are beautiful."
"Yes, they are," she agrees. She wiggles her toes and a glossy violet paint shimmers into existence on her toenails. She arches her foot and bends her toes, lifting her foot to your mouth. "Suck them."
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