“Aaaaaaahhhh!” You wail, tears falling from your eyes and another orgasm thundering through your body. A cock-like black tentacle rams between your parted lips and begins to vigorously fuck your mouth. Almost at once, you are gulping the intoxicating loveliness of Zhibbareth’s slime. The more you swallow, the more you can feel the inchoate fever of the red-eyed god’s lust.
Tentacles lift you and your sister and your mother high into the air. Your bodies are playthings for Zhibbareth’s lust. A handmaiden he might have broken in the playing, but you and your family are blessed giants and the god seems to care what happens to each of you. His slithering tentacles caress you, but do no harm as they squeeze your luscious curves and thrust into your eager holes.
A wave of force collides with your inverted body and you know Zhibbareth is about to cum. The fat tentacle bulging your throat pulls out suddenly and twitches before your face. You scream in renewed ecstasy; your holes are stretched nearly to bursting and your limbs quake with the building tension of your pleasure. You arch violently in the slithering grasp of the tentacles, slime dripping down your legs and slicking your breasts as you buck your hips against several fat tentacles. Your wail overwhelms the cosmic fury as your body is consumed with pleasure.
You feel Zhibbareth’s tendrils erupting inside you, painting your womb and your bowels with vast quantities of his hot seed. The moment his unholy sperm meets your womb, your human flesh surrenders to his majesty, opening like a flower to the morning sun. The ecstasy of perfect purpose grips you as intensely as Zhibbareth’s physical tentacles and your wailing pleasure raises an octave. No other orgasmic height can compare to the bliss of being impregnated by a living god.
Your face, shoulders, and breasts are baptized in a black eruption of nearly scalding-hot cum geysering from the tentacle before your face. You open your mouth wide and gulp what delicious seed gushes over your tongue.
Beside you, suspended from writhing tentacles like perverse marionettes, your mother and sister jerk with their own ecstasy, adding their voices to yours. Tentacles pour them full of seed and cover their twitching bodies in Zhibbareth’s unholy slime.
You are bathed in the light that emanates from Zhibbareth’s massive cyclopean eye and you know he is satisfied. Though that does not mean your pleasure has ended, for Zhibbareth may wish to mate with you for days on end. You smile dreamily, gurgling as a tentacle thrusts back into your throat and begins to pump your belly full of hot god-cum.
Mankind’s cities lie in ruins, their men slaughtered or enslaved and their women, at last, granted the pleasure of satisfying the lust of monsters. It is a realized dream of ruin that owes everything to your mother, you, and your sister.
Tears of joy pour from your eyes as the tentacles begin to move inside your cum-stuffed holes once more. The rule of Zhibbareth is absolute and you are honored to be a part of his family.
BAD END
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“Destroy this temple and leave with us!”
You step past Kara and shout, defiantly, “Destroy this temple and leave with us! Be our mother! Be the huntress that I idolized as a child!”
Your mother’s expression hardens. Her lips curl back from her teeth in disgust and her brow furrows.
“Give it all up,” adds Kara. “There is still time for the three of us to put this right, mother. We can—“
Your mother roars with a bestial fury and thrusts her hands out, spewing forth twin streams of rippling magical energy from her hands. There is no spell casting, now incantation, just the power her blasphemous god has granted her being channeled through her body like lightning through a weathervane. The magical energy strikes you and Kara both, slamming you to the ground and wrenching your weapon out of your grasp.
The jolt of force dissipates and wisps of smoke rise from your naked body. You are still alive… but… you cannot move. You cannot even turn your head. You are completely paralyzed.
“You ask me to betray everything?” Your mother looms above you, hateful and triumphant. “Foolish girls, I gave you the opportunity to join me in glory and you could not see it. How could you ever be worthy to carry Zhibbareth’s divine seed?”
Your throat works, you try to speak, but you cannot even move your lips. A moan escapes your mouth. Your mother shakes her head with disgust.
“Take them to the breeding pits,” says your mother, turning her back on you. “Their bodies can provide foot soldiers for the Great One’s legions. May I never see their disgraceful faces again.”
You hear thumping boots approach and strong hands grab your arms and legs. You are carried out of the chamber, along with your sister, and to a place of horrors you can scarcely imagine.
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Remain on the island with Alyssa and hunt monsters
“No,” you say to Alyssa and Orsen. “I will stay here and, Alyssa, you will help me rid this island of monsters if takes my entire lifetime.”
“It will be a short lifetime,” says Alyssa dryly.
“Penny, please,” cries Orsen. “Come with me to the mainland.”
“Yes, listen to him,” says Alyssa. “I would rather go off and see this place you are from than climb around the forests and mountains of Ctharne trying to hunt down stray gertlings.”
“You have fed off the depravity of this island for long enough to owe it something in return,” you say to Alyssa. “Don’t worry. I will keep you will fed.”
“Oh, will you know?” That seems to amuse more than entice Alyssa. “I should think so if you expect me to help you. And I want more than the occasional cultist to straddle.”
“You will have it,” you say, taking her hand. Orsen Castillo stares in disbelief at your hand squeezing Alyssa’s hand.
“You are truly staying?” Orsen takes a step back. “It is a foolish choice, huntress, but I respect you for it. I will bring word to the king, if he will hear me.”
“Take this,” you say, hefting your family’s book. “Give it to Grazmer at the Great Library of Akrane. He will know it is from me and will help you find an audience with the king. If Alyssa and I should fail in exterminating the monsters on this island, they will come to the mainland. The knights of Heimsvak must be ready to meet these threats on the shores.
“You will never return?” Orsen asks, hefting the book.
“It will be many years,” you say. There is a crash and a strange, deep roar from the distant forest. White birds lift from the shaking trees. “Go! Now! Alyssa and I will deal with whatever is coming!”
Orsen wades back out to the Zephyr, keeping your family’s book above the ocean waves. You cannot afford to wait on the beach for the Zephyr to depart; you and Alyssa turn to confront the creature before it emerges from the jungle.
It is the first true hunt in tandem with the comely succubus. Her powers are impressive and yours seem enhanced as well, as though your triumph over Zhibbareth has awakened latent strength in your body and mind.
The creature is a twisted nightmare version of a basilisk, petrifying smoke billowing from its mouth. It very nearly catches you in a roaring tongue of the orange smoke, but Alyssa pulls you to safety and you finish the frenzied beast with a stream of acid that strips the flesh from its bones in a matter of seconds. The grisly remains of the basilisk disintegrate with a final gurgle form the creature and you land triumphantly among the giant ferns.
You and Alyssa embark upon a purge of the island, working from the beaches to the inner jungles in methodical rings. You spare nothing, slaughtering gertlings, sentient slugs, slimes, koboldeks, and even a gnoll that begs for its life. Alyssa goads your black rage, encouraging you to behead foes and relish the thrill of their destruction.
“It is a single unbroken act of revenge,” she explains on the fourth night. “Each monster you claim will heal what has been taken from you.”
A part of you knows her words are insidious lies, that each monster you butcher only hardens your heart and darkens your soul, but th
ey are the words you want to hear. She makes them all the more meaningful each time you visit the Palace of Crimson Silk and indulge in the many pleasures that Alyssa and her whores have to offer. Your potent essence feeds her and she, in turn, nurtures your desires on an almost nightly basis. Her kiss, her nimble hands, and her hot tongue demonstrate that she knows how to entice you to repay the pleasure.
After more than a year of crusading across the island, you have many new scars and a great deal more experience in hunting monsters. But in those rooms of red silk, you feel at ease and in the succubus’s soft arms you admit that you are nearing the end of your fight on Ctharne.
You recline with her on her massive bed, immersed in the sweet scent of her natural perfume and the lingering musk of sex. You are still flushed and a bit breathless; Alyssa has already recovered from your enthusiastic lovemaking.
“All that remains,” you tell her, stroking her hair with your fingers, “is to return to Rhilath and cleanse the last of Zhibbareth’s cultists. They will make a fine feast for you, I suspect.”
“Humans are the sweetest,” she says with a laugh. She turns on her elbows, her plump breasts dangling beneath her. She leans above you, her lips brushing lightly against yours. “Next to a huntress, of course.”
“And that servant of the gods you devoured in Rhilath,” you remind her.
“Yes, that one,” she laughs and presses a kiss to your lips. You feel a tickle of pleasure and a light suction as she drinks the smallest sip of your essence. “Perhaps the memory has faded, but I think I’ve grown to appreciate your flavor even more. And you will have so much time to share it with me once we have finished on the island.”
You reach grab her luscious bottom with both hands, pulling her atop you and leaning up to kiss her more hungrily. Your tongue delves into her hot, sweet mouth, exploring the flavor of your own essence flowing gently into her mouth. Your hands knead her shapely bottom and your fingers tease apart her lovely cheeks. You raise your thigh so it presses against her dewy quim. She gasps against your lips.
“I will share it with you always,” you say, gently biting her lower lip and stretching it playfully.
“When we finish here, where will we go?” She nuzzles her face against your neck and her fingers tease your left nipple as she grinds lightly against your thigh. “Will you take me to your homeland?”
“Not there,” you murmur. “We will find other quarry far from here. The desert, I think, or the steppes where the Kornasi nomads dwell. That… ooooh…”
You lose your train of thought as Alyssa begins to kiss her way to your breasts, sucking softly at each of your nipples in turn, lashing them with her tongue and pinching with the other with her fingers while her tongue is occupied. You cradle her head against your soft mounds, lost in the warm pleasure of her suckling mouth and her fingers, crawling lower, pressing your thighs apart to probe at your slick sex. She spreads your delicate petals and her fingers slip inside your aching channel. You hiss with pleasure.
Alyssa lifts her head from your breasts, gazing up at you with mischief in her violet eyes. Her fingers thrust in and out of your clutching channel, her knuckle teases against your clit, and you fight back the urge to let her make you cum so easily.
“Resisting me? After you just had your pretty pussy sat upon my face?” She tweaks your left nipple and you gasp. “You can’t resist me. I want to hear you beg for it.”
“For what?” You pant, grinning at her despite your efforts to
“To cum,” she says, her fingers slowing inside you and gently withdrawing. “For my tongue to make you cum. For me to devour more of your essence.”
“You feast upon my soul almost nightly,” you laugh, your face hot with desire and your hips jerking, trying to rub her fingers back inside your pussy.
“Beg for me to take nearly all of it,” she says, kissing your newly toned abdomen. “Right to the brink.”
“You know I hate the aftermath when you do that,” you moan, still squirming beneath her.
“Yes, but you want to cum,” she purrs, moving lower and lightly kissing your thighs. She pushes your legs up, your knees bent and your feet against her shoulders. She moves her face teasingly closer to your steaming cunt. “Beg for it. Beg for me to take it all.”
“All?” You gasp, lifting your head from the pillow and giving her a slightly fearful look.
“You can trust me, right? But can you trust yourself?” Her tongue lashes your clit and a wave of pleasure nearly breaks through into an orgasm.
“I w-won’t beg for that,” you moan, twisting your fingers in the silky sheets.
“Yes, you will,” she whispers, her breath hot against your pussy. She runs her tongue from bottom to the top of your parted folds. Her tongue slips inside you, dipping into the honey of your delicate channel, before slipping back out and rolling over and around your aching clit.
“Ahhhhhhh,” you cry, your head dropping back onto the pillow. Somehow, she stops just short of allowing you to orgasm. Her tongue moves away just at the moment you need it most and you gasp with frustration. After a year of being intimate with Alyssa, she plays you like her instrument. She nibbles at your inner thigh and as your juices drip slowly over your anus she teases her fingertips around your clenched flower as well.
“Beg,” she whispers.
“Please,” you moan, twisting beneath her and pulling your legs up higher with your hands beneath your knees.
She runs her tongue over your asshole, sending another shock of pleasure through you, but still denying you an orgasm. Her tongue teases your slick, quivering folds. Her kiss presses just above your clit. She whispers again, “Beg. Say it.”
“T-take it,” you moan. “Take… take it all. Devour… devour me.”
“Every bit?” She asks, lifting her head to look into your eyes as her fingers torment your pussy with teasing strokes.
“Ahhhh,” you gasp. “All of it. Take it… take my soul.”
“Of course, my sweet,” she giggles softly. You experience a moment of terror as your succubus lover presses her lips to your aching cunt. All is forgotten an instant later as Alyssa begins to feed. She draws greedily on your essence, devouring your life force as she licks and sucks at your pussy. Violet light glows from her eyes, brighter and brighter, until it blazes to golden fire. All the while, you are wracked with ecstasy, clinging to the sheets as if you might slip away.
It feels as if you are slipping away, being drawn by tides of orgasmic pleasure, shuddering and sliding into her sucking mouth. The darkness closes in around you and you realize, laughing, that she is not going to stop. Alyssa really is going to devour your soul. Your body spasms one last time as you descend into a warm, exquisite darkness.
And awaken on the bed once more, drenched in sweat and feeling feverish. Alyssa is beside you, clad in her most sensual lingerie, a mischievous smile on her face and her tale flicking over her creamy hip. She gestures and one of her bird-headed servants approaches. “Some gava juice, my dear?” She plucks a golden cup from a tray.
“You didn’t… did you… am I?”
“No,” she laughs. “Someday, my sweet, but not today. We have many journeys, many monsters to hunt still.”
You try to sit up but you are too weak. You push yourself up on the cushions, holding your hand against your throbbing forehead. You take the cup of juice and drink greedily.
“You are such a bitch,” you croak.
“Yes, well,” she teases her fingers on your thigh. “I was hungry.”
You give her a cross look, pursing your lips. Despite the throbbing in your head and the weakness you feel, you cannot stay angry at Alyssa. She will be your companion to the end. The fact that she will probably BE the end only makes it all the sweeter.
She is right: you still have many monsters to hunt. But that is an adventure for another day. Today, you must rest.
THE END
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For love
; You gaze up into your mother’s large, golden eyes and you can feel her probing your thoughts for the truth. You cannot fight her. You look upon the giant face of your mother as tears stream down your cheeks. You answer her honestly and with all the pain you have experienced on your arduous journey across the island of Ctharne.
“I did it for love,” you say, your chin quivering. “For Kara, for you, for my own life, even for Alyssa. I did it for all of the love that fills my heart, however… however foolish you may think it.”
Your mother draws herself to her full height. Her shoulders tense and she seems to suck in a deep breath and hold it as a strange expression comes over her face. You think she might be about to strike you down. The symbol that decorates her mound flashes brightly with crimson light and then it winks out. She lets out the breath she was holding.
“Mother… what have you done?”
“I have betrayed the Great One,” she says softly. “Cast him out of my heart and abandoned his cause. For I know love greater than that of a sleeping God. It is my daughter. Oh, Penny, what have I done?”
She waves her hand and frees Alyssa from her magical prison. The succubus hastens to your side and bravely tries to step between you and your mother. You hold her back. You sense the change that has come over Hilda Helsdottir.
“We can fight him together,” you say to your mother and to Alyssa.
“He is… he has taken my power,” she says, furrowing her brow. “I feel as if a great weight has been placed upon my shoulders, but I am not defeated.”
The temple begins to shake around you. The red-robed handmaidens scream in terror as huge blocks of masonry plummet from above. Some disappear with a rush of air into the vast black pit, others crash into the tiles around you with deafening booms and shockwaves that nearly knock you off your feet.
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