You watch as she rises to her feet and sheds the delicate lace of her bodice. Her soft breasts are quite large compared to Morelle’s formerly tiny tits. They are creamy white in her grasp as she squeezes and shapes them with her hands. Her areolas and nipples are lavender-tinted and tiny compared to the size of her breasts. She plucks at them as she steps over your body, standing astride your slender waist.
“Don’t be afraid, Lucas,” she says, smiling down at you. “You can touch me.”
She straddles your legs just beneath your cock so that your hardness juts against her flat tummy and so close to her quim that you can feel the warmth radiating from it. She looks down at you with those strange, violet eyes as she plays with her breasts. You are afraid of her and incredible attracted to her at the same time. You reach out your tentative hands to the plumpness of her thighs, caressing her legs up to her wide hips and around to the exquisite softness of her plush ass.
“Gods you are sexy,” you moan, squeezing her ample bottom with both hands.
“Thank you,” she giggles. “Lady Rachelle turned me from a freckle-faced farm girl into what I am now and I am ever so grateful to her. Someday, I’ll see her again. I want to be very powerful when I do, so I have to eat up a lot of naughty boys like you.”
A shudder of cold horror runs through your body, but before it can crystallize into action, Morelle wraps her soft hand around your cock and begins to stroke you again. You can only whimper with pleasure and squeeze her soft ass even more tightly. She rocks forward, riding her soft, slick pussy against your balls and the underside of your cockshaft. The warmth of her furrow soaks into your rigid flesh. She rides her cunt against you, driving pleasure into you with each stroke of her shapely hips. She seems amused as she watches your reactions. Her breasts bounce with each grind of her cunt against your hardness.
“Are you ready?” She asks.
“I’m… you are going to make me cum,” you warn as your pleasure becomes overwhelming.
“That is the idea, Lucas,” she giggles. “But wait a moment. I want it inside me.”
She rises up and your eyes widen for a moment as you feel her soft cuntlips at the head of your cock. The incredible heat and tight grip of her pussy sinks down onto your straining cock and you instantly cum, thrusting up and into her with your hard cock as you arch beneath her.
“Aahhhhhhh!” You cry, squeezing her ass so hard it feels as if your fingers might submerge into her pillow cheeks. Your cock pulses and your cum fires deep into her pussy. Morelle cries out with delight, riding up and down, taking you to the hilt and back to your tip again with each ride atop your spurting hardness. It is only as your orgasm begins to recede that you realize you feel weaker, almost feverish, and you know Morelle has been feeding on your essence.
“As I thought,” she says, slowly moving her hips and squeezing her cream-filled cunt around your unflagging cock. “You are so much sweeter than those two old men. I’m glad you will be the first. I will remember this always.”
“Remember?” You moan as her ride picks up speed and her breasts begin to bounce again.
“The first soul I devour, silly,” she says in a mockingly girlish voice.
She moves atop you with a grace and intensity that you are completely unprepared for in your meager history of sexual experience. Fumbling with a chubby girl at Candlefest or being sucked in a brothel for coins you could ill-afford to spare are nothing compared to the ravenous mounting you are receiving from Morelle. Her breasts bounce, her full lips form into a soft oval of moaning pleasure, and her cum-drenched pussy rides up and down your straining cock. All you can do is hold onto her soft ass as she swiftly rides you to another orgasm.
“Aaaahahh!” You wail beneath her, thrusting your hips desperately and burying your spurting cock in the deep tunnel of her cunt. You feel a strange suction and ripples of pleasure in conjunction with the powerful spasms of your orgasm. She is drinking in your essence as you fill her with cum.
Her ride atop you only accelerates, her breasts bouncing mightily and her moans becoming rhythmic cries of pleasure. Her pussy grips your cock in a slippery vise as cum overflows her folds and drips down your balls. You have scarcely recovered from one orgasm before you have another and another. Four becomes five, your muscles tensing again, your eyes rolling back in your head as your hips lift off the ground and you fuck your very life force into Morelle’s exquisite pussy.
“Yes,” she cries. “It’s so sweet! Give it all to me, Lucas! Don’t hold back!”
“Ahhhhhhh,” you croak, your hands weak and sweat drenching your face. You try to thrust into her, to obediently give away the last of your essence, but you are too weak and you collapse flat on the ground beneath her. She falls over you, her soft breasts squeezing against your sunken chest and her lips warm against your cold, chapped lips. You feel a suction at your mouth as her ass bounces up and down and her pussy swallows your cock.
“All of it,” she breathes against your lips.
You feel another orgasm, so intense that it is painful, dry of your seed but still spurting inside the demonic perfection of Morelle’s molten cunt. You know this is your last. You can feel it shuddering out of you as you seem to plunge through a doorway and into the hungry succubus. You are falling. Falling.
And darkness is all around…
The End?
Receive the Judgment of Veleda >
Investigate the light that fell from the sky
You approach the smoldering crater at the edge of your property with your pitchfork held at the ready. There is a strange burning smell in the air different from scorched wood. Smoke hides the contents of the crater. You edge closer and catch surprising glimpses of a humanoid figure curled at the bottom of the crater. How could that be? How could a human fall from the sky?
You reach the lip of the crater and a soft breeze carries much of the smoke away, revealing a woman in a clinging white robe. She is not human, for she has two wings of white feathers sprouting from her back. She is also astonishingly beautiful with delicate features, golden ringlets of hair spilling down between her wings and over her bare shoulders, a narrow waist broadening to shapely hips, and the most amazing breasts you have ever seen. They rise and fall, straining at the fabric of her gown, barely concealed by the sheer material so that you can see the pink of her soft, puffy nipples.
Her eyes flick open. They are large and pale blue. She slowly looks up at you and rises into a sitting position. This shifts her breasts and allows you to see both of them tenting the sheer fabric, majestic and perfect.
“I am Theora, Guardian of the Sword of… are you staring at my breasts?”
“What?!” You look away and scratch at your unruly mop of hair. “N-no, what?”
She sighs and rises slowly into the air above the crater. The smoke curls away completely and her immaculate white wings spread open.
“You humans always stare at my breasts.” She sighs and tugs at her robe, loosening it over her breasts. “As I was saying, I am the Guardian of the Sword of Veleda.”
“You serve Veleda?” You marvel. The warrior and healer goddess is the most popular deity in Lorraine. St. Ingbert was one of her followers and she gave him the strength to rid the world of monsters.
“No, I just guard her sword,” says the angel. “Yes! I serve her. Try to follow along.”
“I’m sorry,” you say, embarrassed by angering the angel twice already.
She clears her throat and projects her voice as she says, “In times of great trouble, it is my duty to bring Veleda’s holy sword to a hero. She has chosen you, Lucas LeBlanc.”
“What?” You stare at her in wide-eyed confusion. You? Veleda chose you?
Theora descends to the ground and extends her hands, palms up. A sword materializes in her grasp, the blade balanced across her hands. She smiles serenely at you, her beautiful blue eyes imploring you as she says, “Take the sword and prove you are worthy of Veleda’s favor.”
You nod and slowly re
ach out to the sword’s ornate grip with its pink gemstone set in the pommel. You slide your other hand under the blade to lift it from her hands. The moment your hands make contact with the sword you experience a thrill of holy magic flowing into your body. A glow seems to engulf your body and you feel stronger and more assured. Your pain from earlier disappears. You smile up at the statuesque angel and she smiles placidly in return.
You step back and take several swings with the sword. It is heavy, but well-balanced. You whirl around, swinging the sword and laughing at the ease with which you move. You are so amazed by this sudden burst of strength that you do not notice the uprooted bit of the fallen tree and you trip and fall badly on the ground.
Theora, observing your every move, winces with disappointment. She glides over to you and extends a helping hand to lift you to your feet. She even helps you dust off. You pick up the sword and offer it back to her. She stares at it but makes no move to take it back.
“I don’t think it’s me, uh, my lady,” you say.
“Theora,” she says. “Call me by my name. And there is no mistake. You were chosen, Lucas. If you had not been chosen or you had been unworthy then your flesh would have been incinerated when you tried to take the sword.”
“What?” You say, looking down at the sword in your hands.
“Yes. It does not happen often, but it happens. It leaves only a smoldering skeleton and I have to go back to Veleda and get the name of a new hero. Very inconvenient and a real waste of time for everyone involved.”
“The sword kills them,” you murmur, imagining that sensation of holy magic you felt becoming a burning heat and setting you ablaze.
She puts a hand on your shoulder and looks into your eyes. “Only the champion of one-thousand lives could grasp the holy sword. That means you are him.”
“One thousand lives?” You seem to remember something about 1,000 lives and St. Ingbert, but it was inscribed on his statue in town.
“Veleda grants her true hero one thousand lives,” says Theora. “If you fall in battle, if your soul is enslaved by your enemy, Veleda will spin your thread back and restore you to life. You are not quite immortal. You have one thousand lives. You will need them in the face of great danger.”
“Wait, hold on, what is the great danger?” You ask, taking a step back from Theora.
“Monster girls have arisen once more,” she says. “Already a dark magic spreads them across the land.”
You have heard of monster girls. Long ago, long before St. Ingbert, there were monstrous women who were both beautiful and dangerous. They committed erotic acts on humans and often enslaved them or even ate them. It is forbidden to read the ancient texts about the battles with the monster girls, but stories of them still circulate.
“I don’t know much about them other than they were all destroyed long before St. Ingbert’s time,” you say.
“Yes, he had to fight regular monsters,” says Theora. “Lucky for him. Monster girls are much more dangerous. Some lure men for breeding, for their nourishing seed, or simply to serve as playthings. Other monster girls are dangerous predators or just cruel.”
“This sword will help me beat them?” You hold it up and turn it over in your hand. It glows faintly with magical power.
“The holy sword will allow you to defeat a monster girl and imprison her in the crystal in the pommel of your sword. This is the Crystal Sanctum.”
“The what?”
“Really, they are supposed to teach you this stuff at the temple,” says Theora, sweeping a curl of hair from her face with annoyance. “I will explain the Crystal Sanctum later. This is already becoming a bit heavy on exposition and I am afraid you will forget everything I have told you.”
She blinks deliberately at you and a serene expression seems to replace her annoyance.
“Are you ready to being your quest, brave hero?”
“What? No, absolutely not,” you say.
She ignores you and reaches a hand out to neighboring farmhouses in the distance.
“There is a farm not far from here,” she murmurs. “I can feel the presence of a monster girl. You must defeat her.”
“Shouldn’t I train first?”
Theora sighs, her shoulders slumping and her wings drooping.
“There is little time, but I suppose I could show you some moves.” She gestures to your barn and you begin to walk towards it.
“What about the crystal castle thing?” You ask. “I feel like I need to know what that does before I go fight a monster girl.”
You walk inside the barn with her and spark the candles in the sconces to create a warm golden glow. There is a wide open space where you would normally store your hay for your donkeys. Right now you have only a few bales left so the barn is mostly empty.
“I will explain the Crystal Sanctum to you whenever you desire,” says Theora. “Or we may begin training. But really, Lucas, you should probably just go and defeat the monster girl. She is very low level.”
You test the weight of the holy sword in your grasp. Theora begins to square off against you.
What do you do?
Get some training from Theora
Ask Theora to explain the Crystal Sanctum
Begin your quest
Parley
Seeing the beautiful angel circling so aggressively has you retreating with each step. You keep your guard up as you fall back, but you are afraid she is going to back you into a corner and be able to take you apart with her staff.
“Hey, um, Theora?” You call out to her. “Could we not just talk about this?”
“You wish to parley?” She lowers her staff. “That is always an option, even with the strangest and most dangerous monsters, but I say it is a fool’s option.”
“W-why?” You say, slowly lowering your guard.
“Most monsters will think you have given up and will go out on an all-out attack,” she says. “But there is sometimes a purpose to parleying.”
She moves so swiftly that you have no chance to bring up your guard. The force of the length of her staff colliding with your chest is enough to lift you off the ground as she slams you back into the wall. Her face is very close to yours and she has a mocking smile as she says, “You can find out all the ways they can defeat you. Veleda will not be happy about you wasting lives, but it can inform you about the monster girl.”
“I-I understand,” you say, looking up into her blue eyes and feeling the warmth of her luscious body pressing against you. Against your will, your cock begins to stiffen in your trousers.
“How do you want to be defeated, Lucas?” She murmurs, her lips very close to yours and her breath warm against your face. “Shall I take you to heaven with my quim? Deliver you to eternity with my tight little arse?”
“Ohhh gods,” you moan, the thought of either making your cock stiffen painfully against the seam of your trousers.
“Oh, you’re fit to burst,” laughs Theora. She backs away, letting you slide down the wall to your feet. She whirls her staff and it disappears with a flash of holy light. “I know how to deal with you, hero. I will deliver your defeat…”
She slips her gown from her shoulders and it drops down her glorious pale body like the discarded petals of a flower. Her plump breasts are perfection; soft and seemingly weightless and capped with pale pink areolas that rise to thick nipples. The departure of the gown reveals her slender waist and flat belly, as well as her shapely hips and her gold-thatched mound between her creamy thighs. You are wide-eyed with disbelief as she approaches you.
“Go on, beaten hero,” she purrs. “Take your little cock out and let me crush it between these warm, soft breasts.”
She squeezes them together, playing her thumbs over her pink nipples and biting her lower lip as she watches your reaction. It is as if your hands have a mind of their own, fumbling with your belt and the buttons of your trousers as you stare in awe at Theora’s angelic perfection. Your cock finally springs free in your grasp, hard and throbbing
.
“Mmmmm,” says the beautiful angel, sauntering closer and letting her fingers tease the tip of your cock. “I’ve certainly seen bigger, but it will do.”
Before you have the chance to get your feelings hurt, Theora grips your cock tightly and drops down to her knees. To see the naked angel kneeling before you, holding your cock in her perfectly soft hand is almost enough to make your hardness explode in her face. You manage to fight the urge to cum and look away for a moment to steady yourself. When you look back, Theora is lewdly drooling spit onto your shaft. Her warm saliva plops onto your cock and she spreads it with her hand until your hardness is wet and glistening in her grasp.
“Are you ready to be utterly defeated, farm boy?” She laughs, somehow seeming to dominate you from her knees.
“Y-yes,” you whisper.
“Aha! A monster girl will always take ‘yes’ for an answer!”
She cups her plump breasts in her hands and you look on in cock-stiffening awe as Theora’s luscious cleavage swallows up your hardness. She presses her mounds with her hands, squeezing them tightly around your cock as she leans forward and rides her tits against you. Her saliva coating your cock is just enough lube to slide her tits from the root of your cock to your twitching tip.
“Ohhh, I can feel throbbing,” she laughs. “You won’t last long.”
“I can’t hold back,” you admit, watching her bounce your straining, red cock between her soft mounds.
“Go ahead, farm boy,” she laughs. “Let it go. Spill your essence between my soft breasts. Surrender to me like you will surrender to all of those monster girls.”
“Ahhhhhhh!” Your cry of pleasure startles Old Joe in the pasture and you hear him braying fearfully. Looking down into Theora’s beautiful blue eyes, the last shred of your resistance crumbles and you feel the pleasure draw you to a hot and thrilling peak.
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