He rolls off of you and you curl against him, your cheek against his chest as you listen to his heartbeat returning to normal. Lulled by his breathing and the swaying of the carriage, you fall into a deep sleep beside Bog.
It is nearly dawn when you awaken and rain is lashing the carriage. You see Bog is sitting up beside you.
“We should get dressed,” he says. “We will be arriving in Estermar very soon.”
CONTINUE >
A fork in the path
As soon as you pass beyond the trees and the protective runes which mark them the haze of the island’s curse falls deep around you. The shadows grow deeper and you can see little past the first few rows of trees. You walk as quickly as you dare. Though loathe to admit it, Marabelle’s milk has rejuvenated you, and you feel energized despite the suffocating haze.
You walk for two hours before you feel the prickly sensation of being watched once more.
It’s all the warning you have. Something crashes into your back. You scream until you hit the ground, the thing’s weight and the impact crushing the air from your lungs. You lie there, momentarily stunned and gasping. A hot rasping breath is on the back of your neck and the curved tips of claws dig into your jacket. You shudder as a sinuous red tongue runs along your cheek, the trail of saliva burning with something that makes your heart beat faster and your blood run cold.
“Good,” the thing manages in a guttural growl.
It shuffles atop you, redistributing its weight, and you feel a hooked finger grasp the edge of your skirt and pull it up. Something prods your panties, and the thing above you growls in annoyance.
You realize with a start what it wants. And with that realization, you act. Downed as you are, you haven’t many options. But as you feel its tongue on your cheek again you take a risk. You summon magic into your hand, open your palm, and suddenly close it in a fist.
The light spell spears the darkness with a brilliant flash of white light, for the moment banishing shadows and showing your surroundings in stark relief. The thing above you rears back with a scream of pain. The claws at your arms vanish and you twist from beneath it. Scrabbling to your feet you run and don’t look back.
You’ve managed some distance before you hear a howl of fury from behind you. The sound only spurs you onward, tapping reservoirs of energy you never knew you had. The ground suddenly rises before you and you practically scramble up the hill, but once you reach the peak, you pause.
Here the trail branches. One continues to climb, running along the hills and reaching towards a distant rise where the dark bulk of manmade buildings show clear and certain in the distance. The second path sweeps downward, zigzagging into a valley where the mist flows thick and ragged trees like skeletal limbs rise from the depths with wisps of spider web fluttering in their branches like so many torn veils.
The howl repeats, this time far closer. You can almost feel that hot breath on your neck once again.
Which path do you choose?
The valley
The village in the hills
Stay focused on reaching Ctharne
The strength of your desire to embrace Velora catches you by surprise. You are almost compelled to press your lips to hers and taste the sweet, strawberry fullness of her lips. But you do not. You catch yourself leaning towards her and you rock back on your heels.
How could you consider such things when your mother and sister are in grave peril? When the whole world could be at risk from the evil lurking on this forbidden island of Ctharne, you are thinking about how Velora's tongue might taste in your mouth or her fingers might feel between your thighs. Your face darkens with embarrassment. You force yourself to gaze into her glittering green eyes. She seems amused by your reaction.
"I am sorry, Velora," you say. "Any other time, I would, but I can think of nothing but what I must do to try to save my mother and sister."
"I understand," she says and embraces you anyway, at least wrapping her arms around you and pulling your face against her soft, warm perfumed bosom. Your desire stirs at her touch, but it is a fleeting comfort. She releases you from the hug and takes a respectful step back. "Very well, Penny. I will hold you to that offer of another time. I would take great advantages of having a woman as a lover."
You cannot look at her face any longer. You hide your gaze from her and try not to smile.
"You were heading to Estermar?”
“Yes, to find passage by ship across the Ilwent Sea.”
She toys with the lid of the alchemy kit your sister sent.
"I have a merchant friend who can take you to Estermar. Not so much a friend as a regular customer.” She picks up one of the vials of reagents, shakes it lightly, removes the stopper, and wrinkles her nose at the scent. She returns the vial to the case. "Boggen Luckfen, he calls himself. He's a Yeddesh trader who regularly travels from Akrane to Estermar and other coastal cities and I happen to know his caravan is leaving for the coast in the morning."
"What sort of man is this Boggen Luckfen?" You ask, giving her a dubious look.
"The best sort," she says. "He has a cock no bigger than my thumb, he cums quickly, but he is insatiable and very, very rich. You laugh, but those are attractive qualities in a man for a woman in my line of work."
"I was not laughing," you say, although your smile betrays your amusement at her description.
"He is fairly harmless otherwise and it will not be difficult for me to convince him that he owes me a favor." She walks over to her side of the flat and slips out of her gown. You cannot help but admire her voluptuous figure and the way her skin is pale in hidden places and tanned in others. It is as if she is wearing the most enticing lingerie even though she is nude. She begins to dress in her finest lace.
"I will go to him straight away. I know the tavern he haunts and he will be well into his cups at this point."
She turns, sliding knickers up her creamy thighs and over the luscious roundness of her bottom. You imagine yourself pulling those knickers back down and slipping your fingers between her thighs as you smack kisses on her creamy bottom. Oh, what naughty thoughts have possessed you! Your face darkens again and Velora catches you flushed with embarrassment. She smirks as she begins to strap her plump breasts into her corset.
She says nothing as she finished dressing, taking her time with her stockings and boots so that you rather suspect she is doing this for your benefit. She walks over, squeezed into her corset and lifted and shaped in all the right places, smelling strongly of her lovely perfume. She caresses your cheek.
"Another time," she says. "Now, gather up your things and be ready to travel in the morning. I will return.”
You watch her go and begin gathering your clothing along with the equipment your sister sent you. An outfit of a loose skirt, a fitted bodice, and the hide coat seems well-suited to your ample physique. You wear the sword on your back and the pistols on your right hip. The family’s priceless codex of monsters represents your life’s work. You nestle it with spare clothes in your backpack alongside a small tin box containing ink and pens for any new discoveries. You add the alchemical potion Kara has sent you, careful to ensure no components might leak onto the codex.
“I almost look like a proper monster hunter,” you say, admiring yourself in the mirror. Then you recall your lithe sister and your powerful mother and you feel diminished. No matter how well you wear the costume of a monster hunter, you are still just a scribe who has bested no monster more dangerous than a spider hiding among dusty books. Even those you usually scoop up and release to safety outside the library.
You change into a comfortable and rather shapeless skirt and loose blouse for the road. If you will be traveling with this Boggen Luckfen, a randy customer of Velora’s, then you will need to be on your guard about his intentions. No good can come from giving him a glimpse of your ample cleavage, so you ensure the blouse is buttoned to your throat.
You sit on the bed with your boots on, your backpack in your lap and your satc
hel of weapons, ready to go. And you sit. And you wait. And you sit. And finally, seemingly moments before dawn, Velora turns the key in the door and staggers into the flat. Even before she takes down the hood of her cloak you see how disheveled and exhausted she is.
“Boggen Luckfen’s caravan is setting out for Estermar in one hour,” says Velora. “I have fucked him senseless and he has promised you passage in one of his freight wagons. You must go now and meet them at the eastern gate of Akrane.”
You put on your backpack, noting uncomfortably how the straps frame your ample breasts in your blouse. Too late to worry about that. You heft your satchel full of weapons and head for the door.
“Thank you, Velora,” you say. “I will not forget this.”
“You had better not,” she says and kisses you full on the lips. The force and passion of her kiss is both a surprise and a comfort to you. It centers you in the moment. “Luckfen has had enough of my quim to last him a week. Plenty of time for you to make it to Estermar. But you are a pretty girl, Penny, whether you realize it or not. He might take a liking to you, so stay out of his sight as much as possible.”
“I understand,” you say, though you find it hard to imagine how you will both hide from this man and be his guest on the caravan.
“I will see you again, Velora,” you say as you depart down the hall.
“You had better,” she calls after you. “I need someone to pay half the rent.”
CONTINUE >
You’re not ready to try pleasuring a woman
Velora’s bright blue eyes and mischievous smile, not to mention the flush in her cheeks, makes you want to explore all of the forbidden lore you know about the ways one woman can pleasure another. The naiads would “submerge their lovers in kisses” and “linger their naughty tongues” wherever pleasure might be found. The thought of lingering your tongue in various spots on Velora’s shapely body gives you another shudder of lust. But it is not enough. You have only just experienced the pleasure of another, how can you truly hope to return the favor to a woman as experienced in such matters as Velora?
Your blush deepens and you look away from her.
“I cannot think of any way, um, I might be of service to you, Velora,” you softly murmur.
She strokes your chestnut hair affectionately and teases her fingers over your lips.
“There are a hundred and a hundred more ways, but let’s not worry your pretty little head about those.” She presses against you, her body warm and her lips soft and tickling against your neck. She kisses her way up to your ear and speaks warmly, “There is more I can do for you though, love. Would you like to know how it feels to be with a man?”
“What? How would that… with magic?”
You know of spells that would allow a woman to become a man and others that would permit her to acquire only the certain aspects of manhood she desired. But you realize you have misspoke as soon as the words have passed your lips. Of course Velora is not speaking of magic. She knows nothing of the truth of such matters. To her, magic is an alchemist’s potion, or sleight of hand to entertain folk on the streets.
“Magic?” She titters. “You read too many books, love. No magic.”
She rolls off the bed and crosses the small tenement to her finely-decorated bed. Her half of the apartment is quite lovely. She spares no expense to beautify herself or her place of business here in the apartment.
Beside Velora’s bed is a small table and upon that a small, gilded chest. You know she keeps her perfumes and expensive paints in there. She leans over it, moving the small bottles of paint as she shows you a rather enticing view of her ample backside in her sheer dressing gown. She even flicks her hips impatiently from side to side.
“Found it,” she says, pulling out leather strap and a shiny, black object about as long as your hand and twice the width of your thumb. It takes you a moment to realize you are looking at a phallus made from lacquered wood. It is carved to have a realistic glans and stylized ridges that you can suddenly imagine rubbing inside your clutching channel. Velora dances back over to the bed holding the wooden cock. “What do you think, love? Fancy a go with this?”
“What do you mean?” You ask, suspecting, but still not fully comprehending her intent.
She pantomimes belting the leather strap around her waist and a shorter strap between her legs. She holds the carved toy as if it is a man’s cock rising from her mound.
“Eh?” She says, working her hips. “I’ll be nice and gentle with it. Promise.”
“Oh,” you say, staring in disbelief. “Oh, my!”
A grin spreads on your face as she thrusts her hips, continuing to demonstrate it, and it is very easy for you to picture her standing between your legs or kneeling behind you and thrusting into your freshly-pleasure pussy.
An hour ago, you would have surely said no to such a lewd suggestion. Now, you suddenly find it intriguing and more than a little exciting. You are not a virgin, though you have little experience with many and particularly little as of late because of your acetic, scholarly life. Still, letting Velora thrust that cock into your quim would seem beyond all sensible behavior. Do you really want her thrusting away at your quim with that wooden toy?
Then again, you’ve read of other ways a woman can have a man. You have read of some women who quite fancy a cock up their bottom.
“Well?” Velora kneels on the bed beside you. “What do you say, love?”
How adventurous are you?
You're definitely not ready for that
Let Velora fuck you with her toy
Let Velora put her toy up your bottom
You want her to cum in your ass
The thought of the protean’s huge cock erupting inside you and flooding your pussy with her monstrous cream fills you with a taboo thrill. But you want something even dirtier. Your clutching cunt is not enough. You need her monstrous member buried in your hungry ass. You need her inhuman goo basting your bowels.
As she pounds her fat cock in and out of your stretched pussy, you manage to gasp, “I need it… inside me. In my ass!”
“Your ass?” The protean looks down at you and giggles softly. “You are a dirty girl, huntress. Why, of course, how can I refuse such naughty request?”
The slimes flip you up with shocking speed and force, turning you over and cradling your tits, your hips and your head against a soft, slippery pair of breasts. You moan in surprise as you feel the jade protean grab your plump bottom.
She spreads your cheeks and begins wantonly and licking your crack. Her sloppy tongue spreads her slime between your cheeks and over your clenching asshole. You whimper with pleasure as her warm seeps into your tight asshole. Her tongue wriggles past your clench and feeds into your asshole. Warm, saliva-like slime coats your tender ring and smears deeper and deeper into your hungry ass.
“Oh, gods,” you moan against the slime girl breasts serving as your pillow. “That’s so good. Your tongue is… is going so deep.”
“Yes, in your naughty little bottom,” giggles one of the slime girls. The other adds, “Making you ready for our thick cock.”
The jade protean slides her tongue out of your ass and lifts her soft pass from behind you. Her hands keep your cheeks spread as she stands and lines the fat head of her gelatinous cock up with your slime-lubed pucker. You are more than ready for her big cock. You lift your head from your cushion of slime tits and look back at the protean over your shoulder.
“Fuck it,” you cry. “Fuck my ass. Please! I need it!”
“Of course, little one,” burbles the protean and she rams her hips forward, slamming her jiggling flesh against your ass as her fat cock skewers your pink wrinkle. Your eyes go wide and your mouth falls open in a wordless wail of pleasure and shock as a cock nearly as long as your arm impales your ass. You feel it sliding deep, twisting and turning into your bowels like a snake following its burrow. You almost pass out from the sensation. Then she is pulling back and it feels as if your soul is leaving you
r body.
“Too big,” you gasp.
“Just right,” counters the protean as she begins to fuck in and out of your ass.
Her hips slap against your ass again and again as her huge cock slithers in and out of your stretched asshole. A tendril like a finger flicks against your clit each time she buries her cock up your ass, adding hot spasms of pleasure that ripple through your body. Your breasts swing in the teasing grasp of the slime girls and your body trembles with pleasure.
“Your warm body craves my seed,” giggles the protean. “Cum again for me, Penelope. Let me fill your warm muscles squeeze my slippery cock.”
“So close,” you gasp, riding near the brink of agony because of the intensity of sensations. You push back onto the protean’s cock, impaling yourself until you feel that tickling tendril. Your orgasm is so powerful that you lose all balance and have to be held up completely by the slime girls. Their gooey bodies absorb the shock of each impact as the protean hammers her huge cock into your squeezing ass.
“I feel it,” she gasps. “Cum for me. Cum for me as I fill you!”
New pleasure shakes your body and the protean’s massive cock begins to throb. Warmth pours deep into your body under pressure. You feel the shaft jerking against your asshole and the hot, thick cum spurting again and again inside you. The spunk slicks her sliding cock and begins to drip form your stuffed asshole. Your orgasm throttles the protean’s cock until she has emptied every drop of her cum into your ass.
“Such a lovely thing,” she moans, slowly drawing her cock out of your ass. There is a soft, wet pop as the head of her cock finally pulls free. You gasp as a huge quantity of her cum pours out of your ass in a lewd gurgle, dripping down your thighs and down to the slime-covered floor.
“It feels so good inside me,” you laugh, warm all over from the venom in her copious cum. “Now, let us clean you up, my sweet huntress.”
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