“You didn’t tell me, um, what this elixir is,” you say.
“I’ll make you two,” she says. “Come back tomorrow and the brewing should be completed. I promise, they will help.”
She is busy at the alchemy equipment, so you rise from the stool and pull on your trousers. You feel a bit used by Gretchen, the way she sat you down and milked you like one of her barn bulls. Then again, you enjoyed that feeling. Being handled like livestock can be fun when you aren’t going to be tied up in the barn.
“Alright, I will be back tomorrow,” you pledge.
“Hmmm? Oh, yes, see you then,” she says, waving over her shoulder without looking back.
You leave the barn and find Hina sitting by a stream. The automaton is dangling her feet into the water and wiggling her toes among silver minnows, laughing as they swim around her. She is startled by your reflection appearing next to hers in the water.
“Oh, master!” She rises to her feet. “Would you like to visit with someone else?”
Where do you want to go?
Visit with Morelle the novice succubus
Visit with Oola the slime girl
Visit with Hina in your private suite
It's time to leave the sanctum
Focus on pleasuring Gretchen
This is no time to get distracted by Gretchen’s massive milkers. For your Maddening Pleasure ability to succeed you must remain focused on the singular purpose of pleasuring the voluptuous cow girl.
“There will be time for your milk later,” you say. “Lie back now, Gretchen, and let me show you the way to pleasure.”
She sprawls in the straw, seeming to surrender to your command. Her plump thighs spread wide and you peel aside the frilly gusset of her panties. Her mound is as ample as the rest of her, her cuntlips fleshy and glistening with her arousal, and her sex thatched with a slightly darker gold than the hair on her head. Her scent is rich and lovely, mingled with sweat as you breathe the air from her loins. She cradles your head and guides you to her slick velvet.
You kiss her mound and tease her fleshy folds with slow swipes of your tongue. She whimpers and jerks with pleasure each time your tongue collides with the fat bud of her clit.
“Ohhhhh, Lucas,” she moans, thrusting against your face. “You’ve found the spot!”
You lash her clit again and again with your tongue, drawing out her pleasure, sucking at her bud as you thrust three fingers into the hot channel of her sex. Lewd, wet sounds accompany each thrust of your fingers. Your wanton slurping on her clit is just as filthy. Her juices pour down your chin and the crack of her ass over the pink divot of her anus.
Adding a pinkie, you thrust it into the hot ring of Gretchen’s asshole. The reaction is immediate, her thighs tensing around you and a bovine moan escaping her lips.
“Ohhh! No man has... OOOH! DONE THIS!!! AHHHH!”
She bucks against your face and fingers as her orgasm overrides her ability to shout with ecstasy. Powerful contractions squeeze against your fingers in her cunt and her anus clenches rhythmically around your pinkie finger.
Her ecstasy leaves her quaking and gasping, but you are not finished with her. You lift your head from between her thighs and slip your fingers out of her holes as you roll her over onto her hands and knees.
“Mmmm, what are you doing now?” She moans, looking back at you over her shoulder as you lift her hips higher.
You ignore her question and begin a silent prayer to Veleda to guide your fingers and tongue. You begin to strum Gretchen’s clit with your fingers as you lean down and run your tongue between her plump buttocks. She hisses with pleasure as you drag your tongue over the bitter knot of her asshole. You rim her pink pucker as you begin to fuck her quim with the fingers of one hand and strum her clit with your other hand.
As you thrust your tongue up Gretchen’s ass and plunge your fingers into her pussy, you feel the holy power of Veleda building inside you. A warm glow emanates from your body, so bright that Gretchen’s crack and mound glow red from the inner light. She begins to wail like a beast, thrusting back against your face and smother you in her ample ass. You are relentless, losing yourself in the pure act of pleasuring as Gretchen begins a series of overlapping orgasms.
The sound of her bovine lowing fills the farmhouse. Holy power builds and pours into Gretchen’s body, sending her to heights of pleasure she has never experienced. Your tongue is deep inside her ass and your fingers curling inside her cunt and pulsing with holy magic. A fifth orgasm shudders through her and she bounces her ass against your face, screwing her clenching hole onto your tongue, her huge tits swinging beneath her and pattering milk onto the floor.
Gretchen’s tenth orgasm (maybe the eleventh) finally ends it. She collapses to the floor, lowing wordlessly, her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolling form her mouth. Drool drips down her chin.
She has been rendered mad with pleasure. You don’t know how long it will last, so you quickly draw your sword and raise it above your head.
“See you soon,” you murmur and bring the sword down in a flashing arc.
Just as the blade would cleave into Gretchen’s tender flesh, there is a bright flash of light and the cow girl disappears. The pink gemstone in the hilt of your sword pulses once and goes dark. She has been transported to the Sanctum with the other fallen monster girls.
You wipe your face clean of Gretchen’s juices, straighten up your clothes, and leave the farmhouse. As you walk out into the night, you have a smile on your face. There is something deeply satisfying about defeating a foe with pleasure.
CONTINUE >
Suck her pink nipples
Your yearning to plow the furrow of Theora’s sweet cunt is overcome, for the moment, by your need to suck her heavenly breasts and plump pink nipples. Your hands mold and shape the softness of her generous mounds as you stare in wonder. The angel smirks, watching you fondle her breasts.
“I know what you desire,” she purrs. “Do it, Lucas. Suck them.”
“Ohhh,” you moan, unable to resist her invitation.
Her peachy-pink nipples are erect, but still soft and flexible against your lips. She sighs as you press kisses to her left bud and touch her right with your fingers, bending it gently beneath your touch. You touch her so delicately at first that you can feel the tiny bumps in her wide areola, before parting your lips and engulfing her fat nipple in the warmth of your mouth.
“Ahhhhh! Yesss!” She cries, pulling you against her soft mound. You suck her nipple and surrounding areola into your mouth, lips popping wetly and your tongue lashing against her bud. You moan against her breast, the sound lost against the softness of her breast. You suckle like a tot, hungry for his meal. She cries out, fingers wrapped in your hair and her body arching against you.
You pop your lips free, taking a moment to admire her reddened teat and her glistening nipple. Her breasts heave with her excitement and her fat nipple glistens with your saliva in the firelight. You move swiftly to her other mound, sucking her right breast just as greedily as her left. You leave your fingers to attack her freshly-sucked nipple, fumbling and teasing against her, eliciting further cries of pleasure from the comely angel.
While you are sucking her and pleasure her pink buds with your fingers and tongue, your cock is throbbing and painfully needing attention. Theora reaches her hand down and for a moment you think she is going to share the pleasure with you. Instead, her hand seeks her slick cunt and she begins to pleasure herself with her nimble fingers. As she rubs her clit and fucks three slender digits into her pussy, she moans encouragement.
“Ohhhhh, yes, suck them,” she moans. “Pinch harder. Yes… like that. Ohhhh… your teeth… mmmmm!”
Her cries of pleasure grow louder and her face contorts as if she is in pain. Her feathered wings snap open suddenly, loosing a feather that drifts through the air.
“YESSS!” She cries, holding you roughly against her breast as you suck at her nipple. She bucks her hips, fucking her finge
rs, and wails with an orgasm you can feel in her tightening muscles.
Her pleasure peaks and recedes and at last she releases you from the smothering cushions of her luscious breasts. Her nipples are quite red from being sucked and there is a deep flush of pleasure running from her throat down into her deep cleavage. She has a satisfied smile on her face.
“Well done, Lucas,” she purrs, a fierce look twinkling in her eyes. “You know me better than I presumed. Now I know exactly what you deserve.”
“W-what’s that?” You whisper as she slides to her knees.
“You deserve to be cradled,” she says, lifting and squeezing her breasts in both hands. “Held between my holy bosom.”
Your cock jerks at the thought and she chuckles softly. She plays with her nipples and shapes her breasts in her hands, biting her lower lip as she looks from your cock to your eyes.
“There is no comfort greater than my breasts,” she says. “Would you like to know this pleasure?”
What do you do?
Experience the comfort of Theora's bosom
Sprawl with her beside the fire
Sleep alone in your tent
“I will sleep in my tent,” you say loudly enough for Theora to hear you. It does not seem wise to temt yourself with Theora’s loveliness in the confines of her bedroll.
You take off your boots and climb into your tent as Morelle watches you, her violet eyes blazing with annoyance. You strip down to your underclothes and a soft tunic and slip under the patched blanket that your mother and sister have both mended a dozen times. The night seems to grow heavy around you and your eyes begin to close.
Sleep has nearly claimed you when you hear a soft stirring just outside your tent. Your heart leaps as the flap is opened. A figure slips inside and you sit up, groggy-eyed and only half-awake. Morelle stands bent over to climb into your tent, her ample breasts straining her sheer nightshirt in a most indecent fashion. You stare at her luscious breasts for a full second before she finally says, “I was so cold outside.”
Before you have a chance to object, her nightshirt is off and she is beneath the blanket with you, pressing her plush bottom against your crotch and poking you in the face with the hooked claws atop her folded wings.
“Ouch, hey,” you cry. She wriggles her ass, pushing the warmth of her cheeks against your hardness and wriggling her tail around your thigh.
“Mmmmmm,” she purrs. “It’s so much warmer in here. I was so cold outside.”
She looks back at you over her shoulder, licks the palm of her hand, and reaches back to grip your cock in her moist palm. You shudder with pleasure. Even in this awkward, behind-the-back grip she knows exactly how to handle your cock. She strokes your length and massages your sensitive, swollen tip before dragging your underwear down and freeing your manhood. Her saliva-coated fingers slip and slide over the tender ridges of your cock.
“Morelle,” you hiss. “Don’t do that.”
“What?” She giggles, arching her back and teasing your cockhead between the warm valley of her cheeks. Her soft buttocks rub against the sides of your cock and the hot, velvety divot of her asshole flexes against your tip.
“Oh, gods,” you moan as she wanks you slowly with your cockhead pressed against the perfect rosebud of her anus.
“Aren’t you cold too?” She giggles. “It will be so much warmer for you in there. Go on, Lucas. Just give it a little… Oooooooh…”
Your cockhead catches on her asshole and you thrust your hips almost reflexively. Your hardness pushes past the hot wrinkle of her anus and slides into the intense warmth of her back passage. You thrust deeper, seemingly drawn by her body until half your cock is buried inside her ass. Morelle pushes back the rest of the way, a gasp of pleasure escaping her parted lips as she hilts your cock in her hot, silky depths. She begins to roll her hips and grind her luscious backside against you.
It only takes a few twitches of her hips for the intense heat and squeezing sensation of her ass to send you over the edge. You grab her hip suddenly, moaning with pleasure and thrusting deep as your cum fires into Morelle’s incredible ass. Immediately, you feel an additional pleasure, like an orgasm within your orgasm, and you know Morelle’s hungry ass is drinking your essence.
“Ohhhh yes, cum inside me,” she moans. “Fill me up with your hot, creamy essence, Lucas!”
Her grinding hips don’t stop even as your orgasm recedes. You watch in wonder as she thrusts back onto your cream-smeared shaft, her jiggling ass bouncing against your hips as she takes you deep into her slippery hole. Before you even realize what is happening, you feel a second orgasm rising past the point of no return.
“No, please,” you cry. “It’s too good. It’s too… ahhhhh… too much!”
Your cock throbs inside her already creamy ass and you begin to spurt more of your seed up Morelle’s lovely pucker. Her ass seems to suck at you, drawing out every spurt and heightening your pleasure with waves of the ecstasy triggered by her demonic feeding. You want to just give into the pleasure of her ass, watching her lovely backside grind and push back against you, sucking out every drop…
No! No, you have to fight! You have to resist!
You pull back and try to escape the warmth of her ass. She clenches tight around your cock and rolls as you roll, ending up atop you with her ass still swallowing up your hard cock. She is above you, her back turned to you, and the creamy heart-shaped mounds of her ass against your hips. She looks back at you over her shoulder, an evil smile on her pretty lips. Her fleshy tail wraps around your neck so you can’t scream for help from Theora.
“Now I’m going to drain you dry, Lucas,” she giggles. “Don’t fight it.”
She begins to bounce her ass up and down, sliding the cream-smeared piston of your cock in and out of her stretched pucker. Watching her ass work, you know you will not survive long.
What do you do?
Surrender to the pleasure of her ass
Fight Morelle off angrily
Grow angry and make her stop
No! You cannot allow the sinister pleasure of Morelle’s tongue to suck you into oblivion. You thrust your hand beneath the water and grab hold of the appendage.
“Ooh! What are you doing, Lucas?” Morelle cries, seeming to flinch and pull her arms against her breasts, squeezing her creamy mounds. “Careful! My tail is very—AHHHH!”
She wails as you squeeze her tail just below where it has swallowed up your cock in its warm, slippery, fleshy sheath. She wails louder as you clamp your grip tightly and twist slowly. It tightens painfully around your cock and then releases its grip on you. With a cry of relief, you pull her tail off your cock and step backwards in the stream to escape the reach of Morelle’s tail.
“Enough of that,” you growl, looking fiercely into her eyes. “The reason you are here is to help me find the succubus queen, not lure me into devouring my soul. If you are supposed to be my ally—“
“I am your ally!” Morelle protests. “I was only trying to have a little taste of your seed, master.”
She seems to only call you master when she wants to appear harmless. Most of the time, Morelle behaves like anything but a slave. A whore, a tavern wench, a consort or harem girl, yes, she can appear as these things, but she is far from harmless.
Remembering that, you walk towards the edge of the water. Morelle follows behind you.
“Please, master, I meant no harm,” she says. You stop and allow her to catch up to you. She presses her soft breasts against your back and reaches around to caress your chest with splayed fingers. She massages your chest muscles with both hands and begins kissing your shoulder and neck. Her breath is hot and tantalizing against you. “I won’t use my tail, I promise.”
Her hot lips against your neck are too much to be ignored. You turn slowly, looking into her faintly-glowing violet eyes before once more taking in her ample breasts and her narrow waist widening into her shapely hips. You kiss her and her mouth yields to you immediately. You press your tongue
into her mouth, kissing her hungrily as you pull her soft body into your arms. She squirms and giggles as you hold her against your body.
“Oh, Lucas,” she moans between kisses. “I need it so bad. Please fuck me. Please give me your big, thick, hard cock.”
Your cock is painfully hard after being tormented by her tail and now kissing her. It bends upright, squeezed between her flat tummy and your more muscular abdomen. She rocks her hips, grinding her softer body against the straining steel of your fleshy sword.
“Morelle,” you grunt against her. No longer fighting your urges, you moan, “I need you. What is the point of life unless you take a moment to enjoy it? To enjoy… this.”
Her pose shows off the ample shape of her young body. Glistening with water in the moonlight, she has almost never looked more beautiful. She giggles softly, her eyes seeming to flash with that malevolent violet light. She beckons you to the banks at the very edge of the stream. The water is still almost waist deep here, but there is a steep rise just off the water’s edge.
“Here,” she whispers. “Take me with your hard cock, master. Assert your ownership of my naughty cunt.”
Her lewd words cause your cock to jerk between your body and hers. She rocks her hips and rubs her bare mound against the very root of your hardness.
“Fuck meee,” whines Morelle, her body warm, soft, and squirming against you as if she is unable to stay still. Her violet eyes plead for you to ravish her.
What do you do?
Lift her onto the bank and fuck her passionately
Bend her over the bank and fuck her hard and fast
Kiss Morelle and embrace your lust
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