He leans his shoulders back so you can see his cock splitting her cunt open and driving deep inside her. Worse, Ella is participating fully, eagerly thrusting her ass back to meet him and skewering her wet cunt on his length.
Their cries of pleasure and exertion grow louder and louder. You match the rhythm of Johan’s strokes with your hands on your small cock. It felt so big when you were fucking Morelle and Theora. Now… it seems pitiful and small compared to Johan. How could you ever satisfy a woman like he is doing?
“Ahhhhh, yesss!” Ella cries, tossing her dark hair over her flushed face. She arches as Johan laughs triumphantly. He holds her hips and hammers deep into her pussy.
“Go on, cum for me!” He roars. “Cum while I fill you! Cum as I fill that pussy up! AAAHHHH!”
He strokes in sudden, deep thrusts into her pussy. Smears of cum appear on the piston of his shaft as he gushes deep inside her. There can be no doubt Ella is enjoying it as well. She thrusts back desperately, taking Johan’s long cock to the hilt on every stroke and cry out with warbling bliss. Their intense pleasure is nearly enough to make you spurt in your hand. The sight of Johan’s milky cum trickling from her swollen cuntlips as he finally draws his cock out almost pushes you over again.
“Go on, Lucas,” says Johan, stepping back with his cock still wet and dripping. He gives her ass a smack and spreads her pussy lips wider. Her anus clenches as she squeezes inner muscles, pushing out a milky glob of seed that drips from her folds and to the floor beside the bed. Johan laughs, “Look at that cum. More than enough for your little prick to glide in her gutter. Have a go, Lucas. Enjoy. I’m going to go have a drink.”
He tucks his cock away and thumps out of the room, leaving you staring at the mess he has made of Ella’s cunt. She lifts her flushed face from the bed and looks back at you over her shoulder. There is annoyance in her eyes.
“Well, get on with it,” she says. “I gave you the discount. This is all you get.”
You feel a pang of shame, a flash of anger at the way she is speaking to you, but your throbbing cock wins out and you step behind her. The musk of Johan’s seed assaults your nostrils and the white liquid continues to trickle from Ella’s well used folds. You thrust into her slick cunt and instantly are in a heaven of warmth and wetness. You thrust to the hilt and she lets out a soft moan. It isn’t like the crooning she was doing when Johan was taking her with his ramrod cock.
You feel her squeeze and slip around you and your hips pat against her plump bottom. Her creamy cheeks are still marked with his hand prints. You grab her ample flesh and drive in and out of her pussy, your pleasure rising quickly and desperately. Your thrusts churn Johan’s cum into a raunchy foam that coats your cockshaft. In only a few strokes you feel your ecstasy rising.
“Ahhhhhh! I’m going to… going to…”
“Cum!” Ella cries. “Cum for me, Luka!”
Even though she calls you by the wrong name, her cries are believable enough that you arch and thrust desperately into her messy cunt. Your cock stiffens with peaking pleasure. You cry out, clinging to her soft bottom as you tense and fire your cum deep into her pussy. Your cock spasms again and again, your balls emptying in a massive tide into the lewd swamp of her cunt.
You pull out, your cock covered in foam and dripping with your own seed. She looks back at you and laughs softly.
“Thanks for being quick about it,” she chuckles.
She wipes your cock clean with a cold washcloth and you tuck your wilting manhood away. You feel the shame of what you have done. Your face is hot and anger simmers inside you.
“Stop by any time,” says Ella, as you finish lacing up your boots. “I’m sure I can find another man to give it to me first while you watch if that is what you enjoy.”
“No, that’s not… no… I…”
You mutter as you stumble out of the private room. You thump down the brothel’s stairs and see Johan sitting at the bar. He salutes you with a mug of ale, a triumphant grin on his ugly face. You scurry out of the brothel and into the early evening.
Still burning with shame, you climb into your mule cart and set off for your farm. You’ve wasted money that could have gone to Genevieve to buy a nice robe or something. Your shoulders slump as your cart leaves the cobbled streets of St. Ingbert for the wide trade road that will take you home.
CONTINUE >
Pull out and cum on her ass
You give Theora’s cunt another thrust, your hips slapping against her bottom and barely making her firm buttocks jiggle. You hold her hips with your hands, thrusting again, feeling your cum churning in your balls and the pleasure rising inside you. With each stroke, you and Theora both know you are driving towards an inevitable conclusion. Her warm channel flutters around you, squeezing and massaging your cock with every thrust.
“I… I can’t,” you moan.
“Defeated already?” She looks back at you over her shoulder, contempt in her bright blue eyes.
“It’s… it’s too good,” you moan. “Your body. Your quim. I cannot hold back.”
“Of course you can’t,” she laughs, swinging her hips and fucking back against you. Her cunt engulfs your hardness with a soft slurp and her inner walls squeeze you once more. You are on the very brink of exploding inside her. She knows it too. She gasps, “Cum inside me, Lucas. Be defeated like the weak little boy you are.”
You thrust into her, abandoning all hope of fighting off your pleasure. She laughs as she sees your surrender, but something in her eyes annoys you.
“Cum inside me,” she cries, push her ass back against you as her pussy devours your cock.
“No!” You cry, annoyed by her mockery. It is too late to stop the rush of pleasure, but you manage to pull back and slide your cock from the exquisite warmth of her pussy. You grab your slick shaft in your hand and begin to wank. It only takes a moment and your orgasm surges through you as you stare down at Theora’s shapely bottom and her blushing pussy.
“What? You dare to defy me?” She shouts with outrage, but does not move away. If anything, she seems to arch her back and offer her pussy and spread ass up for your lust.
The sight of her glistening cunt, round buttocks, and the pink divot of her anus being presented to you is too much to endure. You let out a strangled cry of pleasure as your cock surges in your grasp. You fire your first thick rope of spunk all the way up to her shoulders, spattering her immaculate wings.
“Ah! You filthy boy!” She cries, but there is laughter in her voice. She watches over her shoulder as you pump your cum in glistening jets over her lower back, her luscious buttocks, into her crack, and all over her gold-thatched quim. You pant as you wank out the last few drops and dare to smack your cock against her ass.
“Gods, you are sexy,” you moan.
She rises on her knees, her slimy decoration dripping down her back and thighs. She looks at you over her wings and says, “Of course. I am perfect. And you are a terrible lover, Lucas. But I give you credit for that trick at the end. It might save you from a monster girl someday.”
You actually feel a bit proud at the compliment. Your pride deflates as she shoves you back with a hand in your chest and adds, “But probably not. You’re mostly hopeless.”
She rises to her feet and with a wave of her hand and a sparkle of angelic magic she cleanses her body of your filthy seed. She pulls on her shapeless brown robe and her beauty disappears into the oversized anonymity of the garment.
“Come along, Lucas,” she says walking to the cart. “It is time we get you home.”
“Yes, right,” you say, sheepishly pulling on your trousers and buckling them up in a hurry to follow her. You climb into the cart beside her. You want to say something else, to justify your actions and defend your role as hero, but you don’t know what to say.
You ride down the lonely rural road in silence, unable to come up with the right words.
As you approach your home you see an intense ray of moonlight shining through the clouds onto yo
ur farm house. Theora squeezes your shoulder and points to the ray of light.
"Hurry, Lucas,” she says. “The goddess is calling upon you."
CONTINUE >
The road home
The night is cool and fairly clear. The moon is out and shines brightly enough through the intermittent clouds for you to make your way down the road in the darkness. You are emerging from a wooded area, more than halfway to home, when you spy a stooped figure walking along the side of the road. There is a cold prickle of fear at encountering another stranger along the road.
You cluck your tongue and pull back on the reins. Old Joe and Betsy, your cart mules, bray plaintively as they slow to a walk. The wagon creaks as it draws alongside the figure. It is a woman, judging by the straw-colored hair dangling from the heavy hood, quite tall, but stooped over so she seems smaller.
“Are you alright?” You call out to her.
She slows and croaks, “I am well enough, alone at night on this road.”
You cannot leave an old woman wandering the roads at night. There are worse things than the Gedry brothers to prey on the weak on these country roads.
“Climb up,” you call to her. “I will take you to your destination.”
You offer her a hand. You are surprised when she reaches out and grabs your hand with a firm grip. Her fingers are not bony or covered in old veins. They are young and perfectly white. You catch a flash of blue eyes as the woman draws back her hood to reveal the familiar, stunningly beautiful face of Theora, your angelic mentor and nemesis.
“Hello, Lucas,” she says and yanks you over her shoulder and off the cart onto your back. She stands over you, a veritable giantess.
“H-hello, Theora,” you gasp, trying to catch the wind that was knocked out of you.
“Never stop for a lone traveler at night,” she says, stepping over top of you so she is looking straight down into your eyes. “I could have been an essence-starved demoness or a goblin queen looking for a harem slave.”
You can offer no reply. She scoffs and steps away from you. It takes a moment for you to fully recover and push yourself up on your hands and knees. By the time you manage to get to your feet, Theora has climbed up into the cart.
“Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you there by the side of the road?” She snaps.
You’re wary of getting in an argument with the angel, but you can’t help yourself. As you snap the reins and set off down the road, you say, “Couldn’t you just fly back to my farm?”
“I have been drinking,” she says. “I do not like to fly when I have been drinking.”
“Drinking?”
“Yes!” She snaps and shoots you and angry glared with her bright blue eyes. “I was not doing it recreationally. It was at the insistence of that besotted priest of Veleda in the village. The blind one.”
“Senior Cleric Crowley?”
“Yes,” she growls, obviously not particularly fond of Crowley. “I needed to speak with him and the old pervert plied me with whiskey and fondled my breasts. I had to knock him out. Oh, do not look at me like that, Lucas, I used magic. One of my punches would have snapped his withered old neck. He will assume he drank too much and hopefully never realize he groped an angel’s breasts.”
Theora’s magnificent mounds are covered by her shapeless brown robe, but you remember them well enough. You are fairly certain Crowley would know he was touching the flesh of heaven if he squeezed those lovely mounds.
“You smell like sex,” says Theora, casting another glance in your direction. “What sins have you been committing in the village?”
“Nothing,” you say.
“You were at the brothel, weren’t you?” She phrases it as a question, but she seems to somehow know for certain. “That succubus and your wanks from the golem weren’t enough, eh? I suppose Veleda would choose a hero with a bottomless libido.”
“I… this is all new to me,” you say. “I just wanted some companionship.”
“I am not companion enough?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.
Your cock twitches, but your mind is uncertain. Does she even mean that as an invitation? Theora has been remarkably free with her sexuality for an angel, but she also does not seem to like you very much. You decide to answer her as diplomatically as possible.
“I needed something, uh, uncomplicated,” you offer.
“Hmmmmph,” she says, apparently put off by that answer. She returns her attention to the quiet road ahead.
As you approach your home you see an intense ray of moonlight shining through the clouds onto your farm house. Theora squeezes your shoulder and points to the ray of light.
"Hurry, Lucas,” she says. “The goddess is calling upon you."
CONTINUE >
Encounter with the slime girl
You follow the burbling sound of the slime girl’s musical voice. You see the faint, violet glow of her body before round the curve in the tunnel. You snuff your lantern and try to creep quietly. As you poke your head around the turn you do not see anything for a moment, just some rubbish on the floor with a faint violet glow. The burbling begins again, the rubbish shifts, and a human head slides out from behind the junk.
No, thankfully not a human head, but the gelatinous, human-like head of the slime girl. It is atop a slithering heap of violet slime that oozes out from behind the remains of a toppled wall. The head slowly swivels, revealing a face of surprising beauty despite its eerie translucence. Fat tendrils of slime drip from the top of the head like locks of hair, falling in jellylike globs that disappear back into the larger bulk.
Her burbling song becomes an excited exclamation.
“Hellooooo!”
She smiles with excitement. You watch, paralyzed with fear, as a gelatinous human figure begins to rise from the mound of slime. A neck pushes the head upward from the mound of goo. Shoulders take shape, followed by immense, jiggling breasts with puffy translucent nipples, a slender waist, wide hips, and a plump, heaving bottom. Her thick thighs rise like molded aspic, extruding knees, shins, ankles, and finally the last of the slime recedes into a pair of feminine feet.
She is a glistening violet goddess of fertility, with voluptuous proportions that exceed even those of Morelle the succubus. Her full lips part as if in a moan and her voice burbles out, “So good to have visitor! I suck on you for rest of your life!”
“W-what?” You say, trying to reconcile her horrifying words with her friendly tone and erotic shape.
"I am Oola. You are human boy. Awoooo! I like human boys. What your name?"
"Lucas."
She slithers forward with surprising speed, her feet moving smoothly across the stone without lifting. She curls around to your side, pressing the cool, soft mounds of her breasts against your arm. She stuffs a slimy hand down your trousers and you gasp as her slime fingers pour into your pants and wrap around your shaft. In a moment, you are fully stiff in her grasp.
“Stop that,” you say, trying to twist away from her. She pushes her tits even more tightly against your shoulder, her huge, gelatinous mounds squeezing around your bicep.
“Awoo! Do not fight! I make you feel so good!” Her slimy grasp tightens around your cock, banding your hard shaft and moving up and down your swollen length. You gasp as you realize her hand no longer consists of individual fingers, but has become a sort of sheath of slime that writhes and wriggles around your sensitive cock.
“Ohhhhhhh,” you moan as she pumps the cool jelly of her hand around your cock. The silky sensation is incredible, it squeezes you from your root to your tip, sliding almost frictionless up and down your stiff length. You look into the pretty gelatinous face of the slime girl as she coos with pleasure. Her scent is as sweet as any perfume and her massive breasts have very nearly swallowed up your arm.
“Yes, it is good,” she burbles. “It feels good. No fighting. Enjoy.”
A gentle, rhythmic suction begins within the slime covering your cock. It is as if you are being stroked by a
hand and sucked by a mouth at the same time. The pleasure is strange and intense. You know you need to fend off Oola, at least to give you a moment to think, but her hand feels so amazing…
What do you do?
Don't fight the slime girl
Fight the slime girl off
Surrender
Staring at the inhuman beauty of Oola, you know what you must do. Such a beautiful creature does not deserve to be met with violence. She is innocent and sweet and she promises you strange pleasures.
“I surrender,” you say, feeling a surge of excitement as you give the word to your desire. “I will not fight you, Oola.”
“Awoooo!” She burbles joyfully. “You make me so happy, Lucas! Throw away your fighting thing! It hurts and I do not like it!”
“My sword?” You heft the sword and notice that the glow seems to have dimmed.
“Awoo! Yes!” Oola shudders with dislike.
“Right, sorry,” you say and toss the blade behind you down the hall. It lands with a clang well out of reach.
“Awoooo!” Oola’s translucent expression becomes joyous. She wiggles happily and slithers closer, her bountiful body jiggling enticingly. She creeps closer as your heart beats a wild rhythm and your cock strains in your trousers. You take in the violet glow of her body and imagine how her gelatinous curves might feel in your hands or beneath your hungry kiss.
The slime girl suddenly swings her hips, spinning around and bending over at her waist. She presents the massive mounds of her bottom, leaning even lower and causing the gelatinous violet curves of her translucent buttocks to spread wide apart and reveal an indentation between them. There is a faint wrinkle and a darkening of her inner liquid. Beneath this gelatinous anus is a plump and glistening pussy, but you watch her wrinkled slimy anus clench and flex.
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