“She nearly killed us,” says Ernie. “But what a way to go, eh, brother?”
“What a way,” agrees Dale. “We’ve brought you some gifts, Lucas. On account of you saving our lives from that temptress and not telling the Cardins about it, well, and all your personal tragedy. We surely owe you.”
“Molasses cakes,” says Ernie. “And pickles, dried beef, kalew nuts, a wheel of salt cheese, and some money.”
“Money?” You look at them hopefully.
“Well, it ain’t much,” says Dale. “We have to buy a new ox after Renaldo got the split hoof. And the barn needs re-roofing. So we’ll need to buy—“
“It’s only a hundred zeks,” says Ernie. “But we thought it might—“
You throw your arms around them both and embrace them tightly. One hundred zeks might be only a fraction of what your harvest brought in, but it’s a sizable fraction and with the money from selling the cider you will be in good shape. Maybe even better than before.
“Thank you both,” you say, almost moved to tears. “Here, take a jug of cider. One for each of you. Freshly brewed.”
“Yeah, we could smell it cookin’!” Ernie takes the jug from your hand, bites the cork out and takes a deep swig. “Fine brew, Lucas.”
“Brewin’ goes back a ways with the LeBlancs,” says Dale, taking a swing. He winces at the bite of it. “I remember your paw used to brew a winter cider that… well… sorry to bring up your paw, Lucas.”
“It’s alright,” you say, feeling a pang of sadness. “I’d better be getting into town though.”
“Sure, sure,” says Dale. “We’ll put this stuff in your house for you.”
“Lucas,” says Ernie. “Out of curiosity… what happened to Morelle Cardin? Is she dead?”
“She’s… protected,” you say, choosing the word carefully. “I’m not sure what will happen to her eventually. I guess it’s up to Veleda.”
That answer seems to satisfy the brothers. They step back and wave to you as you depart from your farm in the mule kart. The jugs of cider jostle and clink in the cart. You pass the spot where Johan Gedry and his two fat brothers robbed you of your money. That won’t happen again, you think, as you rest a hand on the sword of Veleda. It glows faintly from your touch.
It’s midweek market day in the small village of St. Ingbert and the farmers and craftsmen with something to sell have gathered beneath the statue devoted to the town’s namesake. St. Ingbert, like you, wasn’t very handsome or strong, but he was chosen by Veleda to save the world from monsters. In his case, it was normal monsters, while you have to face even more insidious monster girls.
Your cider sells quickly. You don’t even have to unload your cart, just put out a sign selling each jug for five zeks. It’s early for cider and most folk have run out their stocks. The perfect time for a taste of your slightly sour brew. By sundown, your cart is empty and your pockets are full of coins. You actually came out ahead with the extra money the Woodley brothers gave you.
Rolling the coins in your pockets, your eyes are drawn to a familiar between the Fat Sow Tavern and Journeyer’s Inn . The silhouette of a voluptuous woman is painted in crimson on the sign and the words above her are inked gold. The Bawdy Maiden. It’s St. Ingbert’s only brothel and it’s where, more recently than you would care to admit, you gave your virginity to an experienced, but quite attractive whore by the name of Ella Deneva.
The raven-haired beauty with the exotic accent is, to your mind, as much a goddess as Veleda. The thought of thrusting into her steamy cunt stiffens your cock. Her creamy breasts quivered with the few thrusts you managed. Her full lips parted with a sigh as she made you into a man. Oh, to reprise that experience!
You have enough coin to pay your sister’s tuition and still enjoy a few drinks and Ella’s company. Your hard work has earned you this distraction, hasn’t it?
What do you do?
Go to the brothel and have some fun
Go back home and save the money
Go down on Theora
Thrusting your straining cock anywhere near the angelic beauty of Theora would seem to doom you to failure at proving your endurance. She is glorious, immaculate, blushing with desire; she must be properly pleasured! Your hands slide down from her ample breasts to her toned abdomen and out to her shapely hips. You sink down before her and land heavily on your knees in the grass.
Your eagerly nuzzle your face between Theora’s toned thighs. You cling to her hips as you press your lip to her hot, furry cunt. You taste her sweet folds with your tongue and begin to lick with a submissive enthusiasm that comes to you naturally. Theora lets out a surprised moan of pleasure as you begin to lick her and rests her hands on your shoulders. Her golden hairs tickle your nose as you serve her angelic pussy and suck at her delicate cunt.
“Oh, Lucas,” she exclaims, stepping her legs wider apart. “I see you have… mmmm… learned some things.”
“Mmmmhmmhm,” you agree, looking up at her alabaster body, beyond her heaving breasts, and into those ice blue eyes. You slip your fingers around to clutch at her tensing buttocks as she thrusts her sweet peach against your face. You thrust your tongue deep into the heat of her channel. When she rocks her hips back, you flick your tongue against the bud of her clit.
One of her hands moves from your shoulder to the back of your head and she cradles you there, pulling you tightly against her warm, wet cunt. Her juicy folds glide over your lips and chin. Her hot nectar spills into your mouth as you suck at her and submit to her pleasure.
“You’ve… mmmm… you’ve been spending time with Morelle,” she moans, riding against your mouth and nearly smothering you.
“Mmmmm,” you reply, focused intently on her pleasure. It is the truth. Whenever you have a free moment, you visit the violet-haired succubus in the Crystal Sanctuary. You know she is still dangerous, you can feel it when she drinks in your life force, but you cannot stay away from her. The pleasure of sharing her bed is too great to heed that risk.
And she has taught you so much about pleasure…
You release one hand from Theora’s tone buttocks and slip it between the angel’s thighs. You squeeze her swollen folds between your fingers, sliding them up and down the length of her slit and spreading her nectar. You slip your thumb beneath her cunt and tease beyond to rub at the clenched divot of her anus. She lets out a low moan and you clamp your mouth against the cusp of her sex. You suck her clit, quite vigorously, as you rub your cum-slicked thumb against her angel asshole.
“Ohhhhhhh Lucas,” she cries, tossing back her golden locks and snapping her feathered wings wide open. She seems to burst with radiance and arches against your face as you suck her. Her thighs tighten around your head and she bucks against your mouth. You do not release the suction on her clit. As she is clenching and relaxing with the spasms of her pleasure, you slip your thumb into her clench, into her hot back passage, and Theora wails with her release.
She bucks against your face and rustles her splayed wings for several seconds, seeming to ascend and descend an invisible staircase of pleasure. Her thighs relax and her thrusting slows. You slip your thumb out of her ass and lessen the suction on her clit. You kiss her juicy folds and teasingly lick her.
“Oh, a fine skill,” she moans and shoves you away. You look up at her in surprise and see a grin spreading across her face. “A reward then, for the pleasure you have given me!”
“That is not—“
But Theora does not hear your objection. She raises a foot to your shoulder and kicks you over onto your back. You thump into the grass, your neglected cock sticking straight up and glistening with precum in the moonlight. Theora practically leaps astride your body, standing over you and squatting quickly to lower her soaking cunt onto your cock. Her hand grips you. Her hot folds tease your tip. She is still grinning, looking down into your eyes as the steamy quench of her cunt envelops your steely cock.
“Ohhhhhhh gods,” you moan, gripping her hips as she sinks down and swall
ows up every inch of your hardness.
“You’re so hard,” she chuckles. “I don’t think you are going to last very long.”
Any hope that you could prove your stamina is quickly dashed as Theora’s tight quim grips you in a velvet vise. She rides atop you once, twice, breasts bouncing lusciously with each motion, and by the third stroke you feel your cock surging. You cling to her firm buttocks. You thrust up and into her, whining with your submissive pleasure.
You arch, your muscles tense, and the fluttering ecstasy of your peak gives way to the hot throb of your orgasm. You fire your cum deep into Theora’s clutching cunt, moaning, “Ahhhh yes! Yesss!”
Theora times her strokes perfectly to sheath your cock in her hot quim with each pump of your seed. It almost feels as if she is feeding on your pleasure like Morelle drinking your life force. Her angelic wings flutter and she drops her weight to her knees around you. She falls against your chest, her breasts heavy and soft and her smiling lips just above your gasping mouth.
“Your skills with your tongue are remarkable for only a few days of practice,” she says, slightly out of breath and all the more beautiful for the blush in her cheeks. “Your stamina is still pitiful though Lucas.”
“M-more practice,” you say, still trying to catch your breath. “I can… I can do it again. Give me a moment.”
“No, no,” she says, sitting up again and rising from your cock. Your hardness slurps out of her creamy pussy and begins to deflate. Theora strides back to her cloak, scoops it up, and her lovely body disappears under the plain traveler’s robe. “Get dressed. We must go.”
You wonder at the suddenness of her need to depart, but you pull on your trousers and boots as quickly as you can. You can feel your wet cock squishing in your underclothes.
“Hurry up,” she says, already waiting in the mule cart. “I sense the goddess.”
The ride back to your family farm is mostly silent and intense. As you approach, you see a strange ray of moonlight shining through the clouds and seeming to illuminate a window of your house.
“Hurry,” commands Theora. “She calls you to action.”
CONTINUE >
Fight to keep from cumming
Your cock surges with the pleasure of Theora’s tight, clutching quim. Looking down into her ample beauty, breasts shuddering with each of your thrusts, does little to help you resist the urge to cum. You feel the tide rising, your bollocks clenching, your cum aching to fire into this glorious servant of Veleda. A smile of contempt is already forming on Theora’s full lips.
No! No, you must not! You must fight this animal urge to fill her with your seed for as long as possible.
You slow your strokes and avert your gaze from the glory of Theora’s angelic body. Her legs wrap tightly around you, pulling you deep into the hot channel of her pussy. You cannot escape her, except to retreat into the depths of your mind. You focus inward, on a dark place where painful memories dwell, and you turn this over in your head as you fight to remain still and resist the urge to complete your desire.
“Good, good,” laughs Theora. “You resist me. Even as… mmmmm… your cock is as stiff as a spear! Throbbing… oooohhh… inside me.”
You slow the motion of your hips to a stop, but there is no relief from Theora, who begins to move her hips beneath you, pushing and pulling you in and out of her slick cunt. She pants with her own desire, her feathery wings shifting and her body arching. She begins to move more urgently and you sense, in the tightening grip of her velvet walls, that she approaches a climax of her own.
Focusing your mind on dreadful things, you begin to thrust into her again, driving your cock deep. Your powerful strokes meet Theora’s jerking hips, your bodies colliding with forceful smacks of flesh. She laces her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. You slam into her, barely holding back the tide of pleasure, finally looking down at her angelic beauty. Her blue eyes are rolled back, her brow knitted, and a gasp on her soft lips.
“Yesss,” she moans. “Oh, Lucas, yes. Despite… all… oohhhh… signs to the… con… contrary. You are going to… oooOoOOOHHHHH!!!”
Her backhanded compliment dissolves into heedless cries of ecstasy. She arches hard beneath you, twisting her head in the grass and pushing her shuddering body upwards. Her arched breasts thrust towards you and she pulls your face down against the softness of her jiggling mounds. Her natural angelic perfume surrounds you. Her cunt grips you in an exquisite vise that squeezes and throbs around you with every stroke.
“I can’t hold back,” you moan, her pussy seeming to suck at you with every thrust of your cock.
She pulls your face to hers. Her eyes are heavily-lidded with her pleasure. She moans, “Don’t hold back. Give it to me, Lucas! Give it all to me!”
She kisses you to preempt your cry of pleasure. You stop fighting, parting your lips to her and meeting her tongue with yours. That torrid kiss is heated by the rising pleasure that grips your cock. You stiffen and enjoy, for a few brief strokes, the exhilarating rush of your orgasm before you actually ejaculate. That welling of pleasure gives way to the powerful pulse of your first spurt of seed. You moan loudly into the kiss, your mouth vibrating against hers, your breath coming loudly through your nose as you cum deep inside Theora.
“MMmmmmm!” You cry, pumping into her, your cock twitching and spurting out again and again until you are spent. Your strokes ease, your cock milked by her inner walls, and you finally break the kiss with her. You pant against her lips.
Theora strokes your face and smiles up at you.
“Perhaps you will survive your next encounter,” she says. “I admit, I am impressed. All of your ill-advised practice with Morelle seems to have paid you some dividends.”
“I just didn’t,” you gulp air trying to catch your breath, “just didn’t want… to disappoint you.”
“Pleasantly surprised,” says Theora, pulling your weight down atop her and hugging you tightly. She pets the back of your sweaty mop of hair as if you are her child, which is a strange sensation when your cock is slowly going limp inside her. She presses her lips to your ear. “But beware your pet succubus, Lucas. She may be tamed, but her appetites are still dangerous.”
“Y-yes,” you say. “I’ll be careful.”
“Good,” she says, giving your deflated cock a squeeze with her inner muscles and finally pushing you out of her pussy. “Clean yourself up. We have a long ride ahead of us.”
Theora cleanses her body with a sparkling of magic and a wave of her hand. She dresses in her crone’s cloak as you are still trying to mop up the spunk smeared on your groin. You finally manage with a rag you were using to clean cider jugs. You pull on your trousers and boots and join Theora at the cart.
You are oddly shy around the angel once you are back on the road. The dark forest passes by and you hardly say a word to her. As you emerge from the woods, you see your farmhouse in the distance. The clouds overhead have parted and a ray of moonlight, unusually bright, is shining almost directly on your farm.
“Veleda,” murmurs Theora. “Hurry, Lucas, the goddess is calling upon you.”
CONTINUE >
Sit down and wait your turn
Chastened by Johan Gedry, you sit back down in the chair, your hands covering your cock. He laughs at your meek acceptance.
“That’s the difference between me an’ you, farm boy,” laughs Johan, slamming his cock into Ella’s plump cuntlips. “You accept what life deals ya an’ me an’ my brothers take what we want from it. Like this… ooohhh… nice tight pussy. It’s really a peach. Be mess by the time I’m through with it.”
You look away from his cruel stare, but you can still see him moving atop Ella, making the bed creak on its legs as he pounds into her slick pussy. His body slams against hers and makes her breasts heave and splash as she sprawls on her back beneath him. She gives up fighting him and wraps her stocking-clad legs around his skinny hips.
“That’s it,” he laughs. “You feel it, doncha, love? As deep
as it goes. Pressing against… mmmm… every nook and cranny.”
The bed creaks beneath their bodies. Ella’s toes curl inside her stockings and you can see the pleasure, real pleasure, on her flushed face. Knowing Johan Gedry is fucking her powerfully and driving Ella towards an orgasm fills you with shame. Worse than the shame is your hardness; if anything, you are even harder than when you were just dealing with Ella.
“Ohhhh fookin’ hell,” grunts Johan. “Hey, Lucas, this one has got a cunt like a vise. Oh, you’re in for a treat. Sloppy seconds, eh? Just more lube. Nothin’ to worry about with your little pecker.”
Your hand brushes your stiff cock and you feel a smear of precum against your palm. Without thinking, you grasp your hardness in your hand.
“Turn over, let me see that fat arse of yours,” grunts Johan. He draws his glistening red cock out of Ella’s slick cunt. She casts a glance in your direction, her face flushed and her eyes heavy with pleasure, as she turns over on the bed and flips her skirt up and over her plump bottom. Johan gives her ass a few smacks, making it jiggle and making the ample whore gasp with each impact. “Have a look at that, little Lucas. She dripping wet for me. Maybe I should put this big cock up her arse.”
“Oh, no,” says Ella, lifting her head up from the cushions and looking back fiercely over her shoulder. “You didn’t pay me for that.”
“Relax,” says Johan and he smacks her ass again making her wince with pain. “Turn your hips. Give Lucas here a good view while I fuck you senseless.”
She scoots on the bed so you can see nearly everything. You squeeze your cock and shamefully begin to wank yourself as Johan plows his hard length into Ella’s swollen folds. She wails with pleasure as he sinks every inch into her cunt.
“That’s it!” The thug laughs and begins pounding his cock into her. His lean hips smack against her plush ass and send jiggles through her soft flesh. Her dangling breasts swing with the rhythm of his strokes. You wish you could fondle her and ride your cock into her slick channel. But Johan is in the way. Johan is blocking your path to pleasure and taking it all for himself. “Go ahead, Lucas. Have a good wank! Not often you’ll have the chance to see a real cocksman at work!”
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