More and more, you feel a sense of belonging. This strange island and its master have welcomed you and awakened in you a new sense of purpose. You are still not certain you can trust entirely in the Great One, or your perverse mother, but you have found at least temporary allies in your adventure.
The morning sun rises higher and burns away most of the fog. You pass through sparse woodland scattered with fallen idols to strange and horrific gods. Giant purple beetles, as large as your hands, scuttle among these blasphemous monuments. You recognize a few of the gods depicted by the statues from ancient texts. There is Belorphous, the Walker of Sands, who strode on four incredibly long legs and has a trunk like an elephant that supposedly slurped up the sacrifices left for him by his cults.
Nearby is a statue to Tesha, Mother of Chasms, who wears a robe and has an inviting figure and a kind face. According to myth, when Tesha opened her robe for a man she seduced, she was said to be nothing but a hungry void that devoured the man’s soul. You shiver at the likeness of her carved into the mossy stone. It is so lifelike it seems the artist saw her in person. It feels as if the statues, though crumbling, might spring to life. Strangely, this does not make you afraid.
The statues do not awaken and you pass among them without incident. Soon, you hear the rush of water, and you arrive at a rain-swollen river that has overflowed its banks and apparently washed out an ancient stone bridge. The water is far too turbulent to try to cross here, so you follow the river for a while until you arrive at a waterfall. The floodwaters form a huge, thundering waterfall, but as you descend to the basin formed beneath the waterfall, you see a narrow, rocky path behind the waterfall.
Before your depraved meeting with the beast in your dream you would never even consider this path. It is slick with spray and no wider than a plank of wood. One false step and you will plunge into the churning water beneath the waterfall and probably drown. But you are no longer afraid of a false step. You begin the crossing, your feet sure on the slippery stones. There are a few perilous moments, but you steady yourself with one hand on the rocks behind the fall. The roar of the water only inches from you is nearly deafening, but the spray of cool water that soaks your clothing is almost bracing.
You reach the midway point of the crossing and realize there is a cave behind the waterfall. You step inside, the roar of the falls echoing within the space. A faint torch glows in the darkness and by its light you see a very large and very ugly man. No, too large and too ugly to be merely a man, this pale, blubbery creature with the huge nose and tiny black eyes is an ogre.
“He will recognize your power,” says your mother, startling you as her soft voice is clear despite the nearby rumble of the falls.
“What does that mean?” You ask in your mind.
You feel the tattoo pulse above your pussy and the ogre looks up from darning a huge, ugly sock. He turns his head slowly in your direction and his crude brow rises in surprise.
“You are no longer a huntress, Penny,” says your mother as you look into the ogre’s beady eyes. “You are a herald of the Great One. You can control this simple beast with your sexual prowess. You can even control your fertility with the power of the Great One, but if you submit your womb to this creature, the curse of the island will still take hold. Your journey will end, but there is no shame in becoming a mother of monsters. We must repopulate their ranks.”
You feel the truth in your mother’s words. Your family has done so many terrible things to the monsters. Your body is hot with desire and you can picture a hundred lewd ways you might couple with this ugly brute. Your heart beasts faster, your breasts heave beneath your waterlogged bodice, and your marked pussy throbs eagerly with desire.
“You must choose your next move’s wisely,” continues your mother.
“What if I don't want to fuck him?” You ask.
She chuckles, perhaps sensing your growing arousal, but offers, “Then you will need to convince him to take ‘no’ for an answer.”
The ogre rises slowly from its seat beneath the torch. It steps towards you with a curious look on its face and stands blocking the way deeper into the cave. It is more than twice as wide as you at the shoulders and half again as tall. Its flabby body is damp and almost pink in color, its bulging arms and legs covered in surprisingly elegant tattoos made with blue ink. It wears rough trousers tied with a rope and a single sock.
It looks at you expectantly, as if uncertain whether it should address you or not.
What do you do?
Submit
Transact
Dominate
Breed
Refuse
Attack
You answer Kara’s question by drawing both of your pistols. You point them at the succubus.
“Move aside,” you growl. “This is your only warning.”
“What is that?” Laughs the succubus, leaning towards your pistols. “They’re lovely, but I do not think your little magic wands will—“
You squeeze the trigger of the pistol in your left hand. There is a flash of flame and a terrible thunder of the shot. The succubus staggers back, her wings splaying out and her back thumping against the curtained doorway into the brothel. A thick gush of blood spills purple down from her shoulder and sheathes her right breast in a glistening cascade of her inhuman blood. She gasps, wounded breast heaving, and touches the circular hole in shocks.
“What is this?” She looks at the blood on her fingers. Her features twist with anger. “I’ll drink your soul to the last drop, you stupid little girl!”
She launches towards you and Kara. You fire your other pistol, striking her in the center of her chest and splashing the walls with more of her blood. Kara draws her sword and slices the demoness’s tail from her body, leaving only a few inches of stump. You and your sister step aside as the demoness staggers past, gurgling in pain and bleeding badly. Bird-headed men charge out from the curtained archway. Alyssa stumbles behind them and cries out, “Kill the bitches!”
“I think it’s time to go,” says your sister, looking at the strange, bird-headed men armed with tridents. These men squawk and charge at you and Kara.
Quickly, you and Kara both duck through the curtain and stumble out of the brothel's door. You turn, expecting to see the bird-headed men chasing after you. Instead, the door is closed. A rippling violet light emerges from the moldy shutters. The brothel begins to shake.
"What's happening?!" Kara shouts over the din of creaking wood.
"I don't know," you say as both of you back farther away from the crumbling structure.
A strange pane of shimmering glass seems to enclose the entire brothel. It darkens and darkens until it is almost opaque black. The violet glow dies away, leaving a glossy, black crystal enclosing the Palace of Crimson Silk.
"It must be some sort of defense," you observe. "She definitely does not want us going back in there."
Kara grins and flicks the demon blood from her sword.
"Good move with those pistols," she says. "You're a fair shot."
"Getting better," you admit. You reload your pistols and quickly jot a note about the brothel and the crystal that enclosed it in your family's codex. The rain has let up and there is faint sunlight showing through the canopy of trees. You say, "All set."
“Come on,” says Kara. “We might still make it before nightfall.”
The hope of arriving in Rhilath before nightfall is soon brought low as you arrive at a deep crevasse. It is too wide to cross with a rope and too sheer and deep to climb down and back up again.
“We follow it that way,” says Kara, pointing towards the cost. “Either we find a crossing or we go to the sea and follow the coast. Whichever comes first.”
You have to agree. You see no other way. There is also something slightly comforting about the idea of being close to the sea again after your miserable journey inland.
CONTINUE >
Make Alyssa pull out
Alyssa is right: you do crave her seed in your fe
rtile cunt. You also know what the consequence of letting this terrifyingly beautiful succubus cum inside you would be; the curse of the island would take hold and you would submit to her will.
“No,” you gasp as she thrusts her cock deep into your clutching pussy. “Stop! You must pull out!”
“Really?” She thrusts again and your breasts heave nearly to bursting in your bodice as she sheaths every inch of her cock inside you. “You would deny me the pleasure… ohhhhhh… of filling that sweet little quim up? I have ever so much cum for you, my sweet huntress.”
You doubt you have the strength to force Alyssa to pull out. You have to change her mind some other way. You reach down to her cock and massage her balls, gently squeezing them as her thick shaft pumps in and out of your slippery cunt.
“I need your cum,” you pant as you gaze into her violet eyes. “I need it all over me, Alyssa. I need you… ooohhh… to cover me in your hot seed. Baptize me with your cum.”
“Oh, yes, born again? My lover?” She slams her cock harder and faster into you as if she like the idea as well. “All over… mmmm… that pretty face and those fat tits. Take them out so I can cover them.”
You wriggle beneath her, unlacing your bodice and freeing your plump breasts from the cups that cradle them beneath the bodice. Your nipples are thick and hard. You squeeze your breasts and look up at Alyssa lustily. “Pllllllease,” you gasp, feeling another orgasm rising inside you. “Please, cover me in your seed!”
She arches her body above you, thrusting so deep you are sure she is about to burst inside you and ruin your effort to protect your womb. On the backstroke, she lets out a whine of pleasure and slides her hard cock from the slippery channel of your cunt. She grasps her thick hardness in her hands and strokes furiously as she rises to her feet. Her tail lashes out and wraps around your neck, pulling you up to a sitting position. You crush your tits in your hands, looking up at her drooling cock and knowing you are about to be soaked with her seed.
“Cum for me,” you moan to her. “Cum all over me, Alyssa. Baptize me with your forgiveness. I was so wrong.”
“Yesssssssss!” She cries. “I forgive you! I Ohhhhhhhhh…”
Her hips swing and she fucks her cock between her slippery fingers. Her huge bollocks are tight against the root of her cock. The tip is a dark, dark purple and the precum dripping from her cockslit is cloudy with her sperm. She gives her cock one last pump and it jerks in her grasp. Droplets of spunk shoot out in every direction. She strokes again and it fires a thick, heavy rope of milky cum straight across your face, spattering your open mouth, tongue, nose, forehead, and into your hair.
“Oohhhhhhh!” She groans, pumping her cock and firing stream after stream of her cum across your face, into your mouth, and all over your creamy tits. Her seed is hot and sweet and intoxicating. It tingles where it lands on your flesh and you swallow it with delight. As her flow diminishes you take the head of her cock into your mouth and eagerly suck out the last pulses of her cream.
“Mmmmmm,” you moan around her cock, savoring each drop that shudders onto your tongue. Her cum drips from your face and your glazed breasts as you look up at her.
“Now that is a beautiful sight,” she admits.
You pop your lips free of her cock and survey the gooey mess she has made of your breasts. You can feel more of her spunk dripping from your hair and over your shoulder down your back. You massage her tingling cum into your breasts and your flesh seems to soak it up, glistening and firming. You rub her cum into your face and, far from a sticky mess, it makes you feel refreshed. Of course, succubus nectar was once a common ingredient in beauty potions. Now, in a world supposedly rid of monsters, alchemists use more mundane things like alla plants and karano nut cream.
“You look radiant,” she says, caressing your seemingly firmed and oiled skin.
“Perhaps you should cover me in your cum every few miles,” you say, slowly rising to your feet.
“I’m sure you would like that,” you mother intrudes into your thoughts. “You filthy girl. You will be beautiful on your knees worshipping the Great One. You do not need tricks from the bollocks of demoness.”
You ignore her and embrace Alyssa in a passionate kiss. Your tongue shares hints of her sweetness as you thrust it past her lips and into the hot, swirling cove of her mouth. Her naked flesh excites you, but her cock recedes, seeming to melt away as her sex returns to the entirely feminine.
“We must be on our way,” you gasp, breaking the kiss.
“Finally,” snorts your mother’s voice in your mind.
“Of course,” says Alyssa. Her demonic features return to the almost human and she waves her hand to conjure her traveling clothing from wisps of smoke. You take much longer, pulling on your panties and straightening your skirt, wiping the mud from your bodice and the traces of cum from your hair, which did not seem to absorb her lovely seed as readily as your skin.
Once you are ready to resume the journey, Alyssa takes you arm-in-arm and you continue down the road through the forest. You feel comforted by her presence. She leans against you as you pass beneath the dark trees and her scent, along with the warmth of her body, make you glad that you visited her brothel and decided to bring her with you. Listening to your mother and leaving Alyssa behind in the drider’s web were mistakes you did not intend to repeat.
“This foolishness will lead to great pain when you arrive before the Great One,” says your mother’s voice. “Such a creature as a succubus cannot be fully trusted. She cannot remain by your side.”
“I will not abandon her again,” you hiss to your mother.
She is silent, but you can sense her simmering anger in your mind.
Ahead, you see the road leading out of the darkness of the forest becomes a paved road through an open field. The sinister towers of Rhilath rise in the hazy distance.
You are almost there…
CONTINUE >
Surrender
As you face down the centaur, you feel the world close in around you. Who were you fooling? Just walking up to the temple of the Great One and killing it? The image of that black edifice rises again in your thoughts. How the mere presence of the monstrous god warped reality, corrupted the very earth you stand upon. What hope could there be in fighting such a creature?
You draw your sword, and plant it in the ground. “I submit,” you say, hanging your head. “Do what you will.”
“P-Penny! No!” Kara gasps, wriggling under the grasp of the vines. “Don’t-“
The centaur gestures idly and a vine burrows into Kara’s mouth. She gags, then moans, sagging and trembling beneath the lustful attentions of the vines. He laughs mockingly and you cringe beneath his scorn. “Wise young filly. The hunt is won. There is no shame in submitting to your fate. Remove your garb my dear. I would look upon your form.”
Silently you do as bid. Your skirt and belt fall to the ground and you shrug off your jacket and shirt. Your bra and panties join the pile, and within a moment you are utterly naked before the centaur.
He slowly circles you, appraising your shapely figure. You shiver as you feel the heat radiating off his flanks. He strokes his chin and the thin curl of a beard, nodding slowly to himself. You gasp as he suddenly grabs your breast, squeezing the pliant flesh thoughtfully. “Yes. A fine figure. Your udder will carry much milk for my brood.”
He swats your ass and he laughs as you yelp. “Ha! A fine cushion too. It bodes well to see such, for I will not be a gentle mate. I will ride you as befits your role as a broodmare.”
You shiver, but it’s not all from fear. The humiliation and his words stir some perverse desire in you. You bite your lower lip, becoming more aware of him. His scent of masculinity and sweat. The warmth of his body and the ways the muscles move beneath his hide. You try to steady yourself even as you warm to him.
He stops behind you. You begin to turn but a sharp “Eyes forward!” has you snap back. His hands come to rest on your hips sending a private thrill up your body
.
“Hm. Very nice,” he muses as he strokes your pale flesh, tracing the motherly curves of your loins. “This will aid you greatly when it comes time to bear our sons into this world.”
“Th-thank you,” you manage.
Kara manages a strangled moan from the tree.
The centaur pats your flanks and withdraws his hands. “But should I seek to keep you as my broodmare, I shall need to prepare you. Too many fine mares have been broken upon my length.”
You feel oddly defensive about such a thought. As if your pride were challenged in being able to take this monsters girth. “I can handle it,” you say.
The centaur laughs, this time with more genuine amusement. “Pride is a fine thing, fair filly. But it is not for me. Bend over! Present yourself to me.”
Flushing, you do as bid. You ass parts as you bend forward, baring your already slicked cunt. He snorts, inhaling your scent. “Hm. You are in heat. Good. Then you shall enjoy this more.”
You hear a snap and risk a glance back in time to see him break off a vine. He coats his twisted fingers in its juices until they shine viscously, then reaches down and inserts his fingers into your folds.
“Ah!” You jolt, your channel clenching about the intruding touch. He chuckles deeply and reaches in deeper. You moan as you feel your lower lips part impossibly about his hand. Your insides stretching about two of his fingers. Then three. With a gasp you feel the rest of his hand slide inside of you.
“O-oooh. What…what are you…”
You yelp as he rudely slaps your ass. “Quiet! You have forfeited the right to complain. Your sole focus now should be upon your breeding.”
You say no more words at least. But gentle whimpers and gasps escape your lips as he rudely stretches your cunt. The pleasure and the juice of the vines seem to bleed through your body, warming you like a fever. He’s inducing heat you think idly. Like some animal to breed. The thought oddly sends a warmth washing through you. You want this you realize. Since you have arrived at the isle, the thing you’ve been avoiding, the curse of being bred, it was what you really wanted. To carry the young of a monster in your womb.
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