The roaring white flames curl around an unseen shield of magic. The inferno is deflected and you hear a shocked scream of agony as Kara is caught in the flames. You cannot stop the spell. The roaring white-hot fire incinerates your sister to ashes.
“No!” You cry as the magic flames die and the ashes of Kara puff into the air.
“You stupid bitch,” snarls your mother. “You’ve killed your sister! Her womb was a—“
“DIEEEEE!” You scream, casting from both hands. There is no thought given to the spell; you let pure, wild magic burst from your fingertips in a rippling eruption of violet and scarlet magical energy. Your mother casts her magical shield again, but it pops like a soap bubble and the roaring geysers of magic burn her in an instant. You glimpse the surprise on her face and then she is gone, a burst of twinkling violet energy evaporating in the air.
Handmaidens scream and guards rush forth, not understanding how their giantess queen could be gone. You scream again and more magic bursts from your fingers, wiping them away like refuse and cleansing the room of all enemies. The handmaidens that survive on the edge of the room flee in a panic.
You feel a pulse of fury from the black pit that dominates the center of the chamber. The temple begins to heave and shake, dislodging huge pieces of stone into the chamber. These massive, twisting pieces of stonework slam into the floor and shatter the remaining tiles. Dust chokes the room. Zhibbareth is raging somewhere in the darkness of that pit and he is bringing the temple down all around him.
Furious tears burn in your eyes as you stalk out of the throne room. Monsters and guards that cross your path are disintegrated in bursts of pure magic. Handmaidens that plead for your help are swatted aside with waves of force that slam them into the walls. You abandon them to their fate.
Outside the crumbling temple, a group of malformed orcs and sniveling gertlings attempt to surrender to you. The magic that springs from your fingers cuts through them like keen swords. Severed limbs and cleaved bodies tumble across the plaza in a rush of blood. You kick a severed head out of your path as you climb to a nearby rise.
You stop to watch the temple’s final destruction as it disappears into a cloud of smoke and dust. Zhibbareth has been defeated, but your sister and mother are both dead by your hand.
It is far from over. A war has begun.
A war of vengeance against all monsters.
CONTINUE >
Tell Alyssa you want her seed
All of your worries recede from your mind. All of your struggles to reach Rhilath and defeat the Great One fade into irrelevance as you gaze up into Alyssa's violet eyes. Her beauty is sublime and the pleasure of her cock as it stirs inside you is something you have craved without knowing it for your entire life. You went your entire life believing your purpose was to be a huntress, but you see it now that your purpose was to carry the child of this powerful succubus. To bear her daughter and raise her in the abyss.
"Yes," you gasp, surrendering to this dark desire. "Yes, fill me, Alyssa. Give me your child."
"Mmmmmm, not good enough," she murmurs and slides her fat cock out of your fluttering pussy. You sit up, looking at her with confusion. Alyssa works her hand slowly up and down her straining purple fuckmeat. She rubs it against your throbbing clit.
“W-what must I do?” You ask.
Alyssa gives you a mischievous grin and she grabs your heavy pack. She sets it behind her and uses it as a cushion as she stretches out on her back with her shoulders propped up. Her huge cock sticks straight up, a pillar of lewd flesh, an obelisk for your worship. You crawl towards her, your pussy aching to have the demoness back between your tender cuntlips.
“Climb atop me,” she coos. “Ride me and extract my seed. I am weary from my battle with the drider and I think you should do the work of sewing my seed in your fertile cunt.”
“Oh, yes,” you cry, climbing between her legs and stroking her huge, musky cock with both hands. You run your tongue around the tip, tasting her juices atop the glistening cap of her demonic manhood. Still grasping this upright monument to depravity, you kneel astride her hips and lower your trembling folds atop her fat cock. You rub her at your entrance, feeling the way her hardness divides your slippery velvet petals.
“That’s it,” she coos and caresses your shapely hips up to your waist. “Sink down onto it, my sweet. Take my cock down to the root.”
“Oh, Alyssa,” you moan and let your weight settle onto her huge cock, stretching your tight pussy and filling your hot channel with inch upon inch of throbbing demonic cockflesh. It seems even deeper in this position as you take her to her heavy balls. You take a moment to catch your breath before you begin to ride up and down on Alyssa’s cock. “Fuck. Ohhhhh, Alyssa, it’s so good.”
“Yes, it is exactly what you need,” says Alyssa, cradling your ass with both hands. She squeezes and spreads your buttocks as you slide your clutching pussy up and down her cock. Your breasts heave in your bodice. Your mouth hangs open in a deep moan of pleasure as you ride up and down atop the succubus. Alyssa bites her lower lip, eyes blazing and brow furrowing with pleasure. “Yes, faster, my sweet!”
You fall across her body, kissing her passionately and thrusting your tongue into her hot, honeyed mouth. Her tongue swirls against your tongue. You pop your pussy up and down her cock, your inner walls clutching at her hardness, feeling her swell and stiffen further.
“Mmmmmmm!” She cries against your lips, her nimble tongue slipping and sliding in your mouth. You feel her tense beneath you, her body arch, and her hips finally jerk so that she can thrust deep into your pussy to meet your stroke. Her cock throbs inside you and you feel the pulse of her cum as it spurts deep into your fluttering pussy. The moment her hot seed boils out in its magnificent geyser, you feel a deep sense of contentment and you smile against Alyssa’s lips. She had bred you! You knowingly gasp, “There it is, my love.”
“My love,” moans Alyssa, bucking beneath you, fucking in and out of your creamy pussy and gushing again and again until her seed is dripping down your thighs and onto her tight bollocks. You collapse atop her, panting and filled with joy. The curse of the island works and the demoness’s seed has taken hold.
“Oh, Alyssa,” you sigh, trying to catch your breath. “You have made me so happy.”
“Your power and mine mingle within your womb,” she purrs, stroking the white lock of hair from your face and kissing your neck. “A new power, a huntress and a succubus combining their blood to create something this world has never seen before.”
“The Great One be damned,” you say, holding her tightly and kissing her luscious lips.
“Let the island rot,” she agrees. “I will take you to my home.”
By the time the embrace has ended, the symbol on your mound marking you as a herald of the Great One has disappeared completely. Your mother’s voice can no longer reach into your mind. But that does not matter; you have been marked by a far more wonderful power.
CONTINUE >
“Heads”
“Heads,” you say, gazing up adoringly at the succubus.
She uncovers the gold coin and smiles. She holds her hand low enough for you to see the golden head embossed upon the coin. It is a distinct profile of the demoness with her full lips, curling horns, and feathered hair.
“Heads it is,” says Alyssa and she slowly sinks to a crouch to put herself even with you. She tickles a finger beneath your chin. “And heads, we both win, my dear.”
She smashes a kiss into your lips, teasing into your mouth with a hot flick of her tongue. She pulls back before you can be once again mesmerized by the sweetness of her mouth. She takes your hands and pulls you with her onto the bed. You let out a gasp as she rolls you onto your back and falls atop you. The warmth and softness of your body is thrilling. You spread your legs for her and her thigh rubs against the hot mound of your cunt. You gasp with pleasure, arching beneath her.
Alyssa seized the opportunity and teases her tongue over your parted lips.
She dips her mouth lower, covering yours, softly sucking at your lip even as her tongue probes into your mouth once more. You embrace her and cradle her round ass with both hands. You thrust against her thigh, whimpering with pleasure into her hot kiss. Her silky legs move against your as you squirm beneath her.
“Ohhh, Alyssa,” you moan against her lips.
“My pleasure is your pleasure,” says Alyssa, "and your pleasure is mine.”
You look up at her, not quite understanding. She answers by pushing up onto her hands and knees, only her dangling breasts still touching you as she turns her body around, knees astride your face, and presents her juicy pussy and plump ass. Her tail flicks back and forth over the creamy mounds of her ass, curling down to loop beneath your neck and lift your head up from the pillow.
There is no need for Alyssa to use her tail as a lasso. You eagerly reach up with both hands and pull her ass closer. You lift your face to her hot mound and begin to lick her with relish. Her ass is nearly covering your face as you breathe the naughty scent of her arousal. You lap at her dewy folds and moan with pleasure of your own as you feel her fingers beginning to stroke your pussy.
Alyssa’s touch is incredible. She knows exactly how to tease your tender folds and send hot pulses of pleasure through your body by rubbing lightly at your clit. You gasp in surprise at the intensity of your pleasure, but stifle a louder cry by thrusting your tongue deep into Alyssa’s hot channel. When Alyssa lies down atop you and begins to flick her tongue against your clit, it becomes even more difficult to concentrate on pleasuring her.
Somehow, even as your first orgasm ripples through your body, you cry out and pull her ass even more heavily against your face and desperately, wantonly pleasure her pussy with your tongue. She wiggles her hips gratefully, bucking against your face and spilling her hot, sweet nectar into your mouth.
As one orgasm becomes another, you lick and suck her pussy and squeeze her lovely ass. Alyssa says something to you, but you are so smothered beneath her that you hardly hear it. You are still cumming as she arches atop you and lets out a sharp cry. Her juices gush hotly into your mouth and you suck at her clit, bathing in the flow of her plentiful nectar. You lick, suck, and kiss her pussy until her hips stop twitching. Her tail slackens beneath your neck and you lean your head against the pillow, gasping with the aftershocks of your last orgasm.
Alyssa climbs off your face and turns to roll beside you on the bed. She laughs, caresses your face, and gives you a soft kiss. Her teasing tongue shares the sweetness of your pussy and hers.
“You are quite talented, huntress,” she says. “You would make a lovely addition to my collection.”
“Collection?” You realize she means the whores you saw before.
“Oh, yes,” she purrs. “But for now, I believe you owe me payment for my services. Are you ready, Penelope?”
Her violet eyes flash with malevolent magic. You nod faintly, knowing that you cannot deny the beautiful succubus her payment.
“Do not worry, my sweet,” she purrs. “This will not hurt a bit…”
CONTINUE >
The Field of Holes
The so-called Field of Holes has certainly earned its name. You stand atop a small, earthen mound and look out across hundreds of acres of churned earth, uprooted trees, overturned buildings, huge holes. Hundreds of holes all the same size and almost perfectly round. Between these holes are wide, rippling tracks that would seem to be created by whatever enormous serpent dug the holes.
"Ullek," you say aloud, using the name Premble had used to describe the creature. You ask your mother, "Do you know what that is?"
"I am not sure what this creature is," says your Mother, speaking into your mind, "but it is known to us in the capital. The Field of Holes is avoided by all of our travelers. We have sent scouts and emissaries to this place, trying to make contact with whatever dwells here, but none have returned."
"Is there another way to Rhilath?" You ask her hopefully.
"I'm afraid not, my dear. The eastern cliffs plunge into the sea and to the west is a hopeless course that will drive any human mad, even a herald of the Great One."
"For a Great One, he sure doesn't make navigating his realm very easy."
"Mind yourself, Penny!" Your mother's angry words crackle like lightning in your brain. Her tone softens as she says, "Be wary as you cross. I can do nothing to aid you here."
You adjust your pack and your shoulders and begin to pick your way across the churned earth, staying as far away from each hole as possible. From some you hear a distant rasping, from others a faint rumble and a slight tremor in the earth, and at some you hear nothing at all but the yawning emptiness in the earth. You make it perhaps a mile across the field when you happen upon a broken staff of gold and a medallion marked with a familiar symbol.
You crouch to pick up the medallion and examine it. Foul-smelling slime drips from the gold. The symbol, raised and glistening with corruption, is identical to the symbol that throbs just above your cunt. This is the mark of the Great One. Whoever left these behind was obviously one of his servants.
You also come across a number of animal bones covered in similar slime. There are so many and they are so crushed that you can scarcely identify the animals. You see parts of horses, but also what is almost certainly human remains. The creature that lurks in this ominous landscape does not discriminate about its meals.
You are looking at a piece of a shield when you notice the rumble you have been hearing begins to grow louder. Distinctly louder. Fear lurches in your breast and your heart begins to pound as you run from the hole. The tremor in the earth becomes violent. Dust rises from the shaking ground and one of the nearby holes collapses in on itself and nearly pulls you off your feet.
Suddenly, the earth ruptures and a massive serpent rises in your path. No, not a serpent at all! It has a segmented body like that of a worm and its head is disgusting, with rows of tiny black eyes and enormous crushing mandibles. It rears up 20 feet or more out of a hole in the earth and there is no telling how much more of this hideous, pale yellow body extends beneath the surface. This is the largest monster you have ever seen, with the possible exception of the protean.
You also recognize it.
"Wurllmek!" You cry, looking up at those huge, opening mandibles and the glistening pink of its open maw lined with curved teeth. These creatures are supposedly extinct, but you read about them in an entry accompanied by a picture of one rearing up out of the ground exactly like the one staring down at you now. They were said to be almost indestructible, but they had one weak spot. What was it?
The Wurllmek lets out a hideous hissing sound that reeks of foulness. Those open jaws are large enough to swallow a horse. You will barely be a snack.
"May the Great One watch over you," says your mother and you feel her presence retreat from your mind. Perhaps she believes you are doomed and she cannot stand to watch.
Although your blood is cold with terror, you think you might have a chance. If you can just buy a little time to remember that weak spot...
What do you do?
Wait
Parley
Attack
Magic
Surrender
Refuse her offer and use magic to escape
“No, I am not letting you put your eggs in my body,” you say. “Even if I trusted you like a friend, I could not trust the magic of this island.”
She buzzes angrily and flits higher above you. Her smile becomes a cruel grin.
“Your mistake, human, is believing you have a choice in the matter!”
She swoops at you as if she intends to grapple you. Her musky scent is almost overwhelming, but you are ready for her attack. You splay your fingers into a casting posture and speak the key words for the glue trap spell. You quickly sidestep her attack and the spell releases as yellow-tinted streams of goo flying from your fingers.
The queen bee screeches in fury as the glue spell coats her limbs and buzzing wings and she
crashes to the ground in a sticky heap. She tries to push herself upright and pull the glue off her body, but the more she struggles the more entangled she becomes.
“You bitch! I’ll find you!”
“That spell lasts for hours,” you say. “And if you’re not careful, you’ll cover your mouth and won’t be able to breathe.”
She struggles again, pushing a few inches off the ground, her plump breasts dangling beneath her. She flops back down and her chin becomes stuck to the puddle of yellow glue. Her fury seems to become angry laughter.
You gather your things and begin to scale her empty honeycomb. Did she really think she could trick you into submitting to becoming her slave?
“Go ahead,” she laughs out. “Go. You won’t survive. If the manor does not kill you, something else will. You should have listened to me.”
“Goodbye, Zizza,” you call out as you reach the top of the honeycomb. She screams with new rage. You smiles as you climb over to the other side and scale down the back of the comb.
You find yourself in another courtyard.
You face the ivy-covered walls of the manor house. The door is set in the midst of the leaves, an ominous portal of black wood with a worn brass knocker. Despite its intimidating appearance the door opens easily and you enter a small foyer lit by softly glowing candles ensconced on the walls.
With a resounding boom, the door slams shut behind you.
CONTINUE >
Attack
As the scylla’s tentacles reach out you tear your kirana from its sheathe. The steel is keen and neatly severs one of the tentacles through. Black blood spurts from the wounded limb and a high, keening shriek comes from the Scylla’s throat.
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