How can you hope to resist such enticing lips? You lean into her, lacing your arms around her lower back and holding her against your lap as your lips meet Morelle’s. She moans against your kiss and in an instant the chaste pressing of lips is transformed into the steamy, molten heat of a deep tongue kiss. Your tongue teases into her mouth and her demonic tongue curls into yours. You fence back and forth, moaning in reply and tasting the seductive sweetness of her mouth.
Your hands slide lower, cradling her ample ass, squeezing and kneading the warm flesh of her backside as she begins to grind her hot cunt against the mound in your trousers. You feel her warmth soaking through your pants, her pussy seeming to grip you even through your underwear and trousers.
“Oh, Lucas, you’re so big and hard,” she giggles, rolling her hips and arching atop you to grind her steamy cunt against your cock.
“All your fault,” you moan.
You run your hands up her hips and to the soft mounds of her breasts. You mold them with your hands and bury your face against the perfumed warmth of them. She cradles your head with one hand, rubbing her tits back and forth against your face as her other hand slides down to your lap and squeezes you.
“Suck them,” she cries with delight. You lash her lavender nipples with your tongue and draw one into your mouth, sucking heavily. She moans louder and wraps her hand around the shape of your cock through your trousers. Her luscious body squirms against you. She strokes your length almost as if your pants were not there. You moan into the muffling pillows of her soft breasts.
“Ohhhhhhh, Morelle, you are evil,” you say, leaning back to watch her squeeze and stroke you through your pants.
“I never claimed otherwise,” she giggles. “But I just want to have a little fun. Is that so wrong, Lucas?”
No. There is nothing wrong with that.
What sort of fun are you going to have with Morelle?
Pleasure Morelle first
Demand she pleasure you with her mouth
Allow the succubus to ride atop you
Submit completely to Morelle
You are suddenly struck with a giddy desire to surrender to Morelle. You have held off this long, fighting to avoid exactly this fate, and yet here you are, yearning to become nothing more than a feast for the beautiful young succubus.
“Yes,” you moan. “Yes, Morelle, please, devour me.”
With a dizzying moment of fear and elation, you realize your words cannot be taken back. Morelle greets your capitulation with a wide, perfect smile, her violet eyes glowing with her malevolent power.
“Oh, Lucas,” she moans into your ear. “I will be happy to suck out your soul.”
She presses her fingers into your ass, keeping you hard despite having just ejaculated. Her tail leaves your cock with a ripple of velvet muscles. She sinks down into the water and ducks her head beneath the steamy surface so that only her curled horns are still sticking up from the water. Her mouth engulfs your hard cock and she begins to suck you from under the water. Her talented, curling tongue and her hot, sucking mouth create an even greater pleasure than her tail.
“Yessss,” you moan, feeling another orgasm rising quickly with her deft sucking. Her violet eyes glow beneath the water and she seems to be looking up at you as she pleasures you with her mouth. Her fingers pump in and out of your ass, massaging that spot that makes your cum churn.
You rest your hands on the ribbed curves of Morelle’s horns, but exert no force to guide her since she is already taking your cock into her throat with each bob of her head. The velvet squeeze of her throat muscles is even more exquisite than her tongue. You thrust your hips, your bollocks squeezed against her chin as you groan and begin to cum. Your seed pumps straight down her throat and into her belly and with it a good portion of your essence, gulped down with each swallow of your cum.
“Morelle,” you moan weakly, staggering back from her. “I can’t take much more.”
Your cock slips from her mouth and she lifts her head from the water. Her sweet smile is betrayed by the sinister violet glow in her eyes.
“One more?” She purrs, following you to the bank of the stream. “It will feel so good to finally give in to me, Lucas.”
You slump on the bank at the water’s edge, your legs dangling in the warm flow. You watch the beautiful succubus swaying in the water as she approaches and wonder briefly if Veleda will bother to save you this time. Why should she? What sort of hero gives up so easily to his traveling companion?
And then Morelle grasps your cock and her mouth descends onto your somehow straining hardness and you forget your worries. Her full lips glide up and down over your cockhead. Her tongue flutters against your most sensitive spots. She massages your nearly-drained bollocks with one hand and uses the other to play with the hard pebble of your left nipple.
“Ahhhhh,” you moan, your head lolling weakly as she slurps and smacks her lips against your cock.
“That’s right,” she breathes hotly against your cock. “Feed me your cum, Lucas. I neeeeed it.”
She slurps your cock hungrily back into her mouth and her glowing eyes close to slits. She focuses on pleasuring you and it is more than you can bear. As your ecstasy rises, you feel your heart straining in your chest. The moonlit stream begins to darken around you and you hear the drumming of your heartbeat in your ears.
“Ahhhhh, yessssss,” you moan, lurching into her mouth and exploding down her throat. Your hear her moaning gratefully, a sound and vibration that joins your pleasure and seems to draw you into the darkness. Your heartbeat grows more and more distant and the world fades around you.
“Yummy,” giggles Morelle.
It is the last thing you hear as pass into endless dark.
CONTINUE >
Crawl to her and pleasure her pussy
You stare in awe at Theora’s beauty displayed in such an obscene way. The shadows of the campfire shift over her heaving breasts and the proud features of her angelic face. Her parted thighs of pure cream, her golden thatch of hair, and the delicate pink flower of her pussy seem to beckon. You drop to your hands and knees as if struck by religious ecstasy. You begin to crawl around the fire, meeting her silvery-blue gaze and crawling closer and closer to that beautiful flower.
“Yes, crawl to me, Lucas,” she murmurs. “You know what you must do.”
“Pleasure you,” the words come from your quivering lips. “Worship your holy body.”
“My body is a reflection of the glory of Veleda,” she declares, running her hands up to her breasts and squeezing them through her gown. The fabric melts away from her flesh, revealing her glorious curves as her white-feathered wings stretch wide behind her. In the firelight, those massive wings seem to be aflame. Her voice sounds doubled or tripled, echoing upon itself with her majesty, “I was shaped by the hands of the goddess. I am her will manifested in flesh.”
“Ohhhh,” you moan, momentarily overcome and unable to crawl closer. Theora glows in the firelight. She lifts a hand from the soft mound of her breast and motions you closer.
“Come, Lucas,” she murmurs in a voice hoarse with desire. “Taste my holy chalice. Drink of the nectar of the goddess.”
“Yes, Theora, yes,” you moan, crawling through the soft grass to reach her creamy thighs. You kiss her leg up to her knee, your hands massaging her supple legs as your kiss moves higher. She sets her shoulders back, one hand spreading her dewy folds and the other braced behind her on the stump she sits upon like a throne.
You are intoxicated by the mélange of her purity and her lust, that sweet strawberry smell mingling with the faint musk of more human arousal. You press your face close to her sex, leaning against her inner thigh and wishing your body did not block the firelight so that you could see her intimate flower with greater clarity. The moonlight is enough to see that pink orchid, splayed by her fingers, glistening at its petals with the dew of her desire. Her silky thatch of blonde hair gleams like threads of gold with the reflected moonlight.
> “Taste it,” she softly commands and there is no choice but to obey.
You run your tongue over the warm furrow of her quim, sampling the softness of her cuntlips and the sweetness of her juice. It is as delicious as honey as you press your tongue deeper, moaning in almost religious ecstasy and bracing your hands on her shapely thighs. You feel the strength within her legs and she moans softly and rocks her hips forward to thrust her slippery quim against your face.
“Here,” she says, guiding you to her clit with her fingers. “Lick there, Lucas. Suck me there.”
“Yesssss,” you hiss, lashing your tongue against the fat bud of her clit. She whines with pleasure, plucking at her nipples, pinching and twisting them as you furiously lick Theora’s clit.
“More sucking,” she says, grabbing the back of your head and pulling your mouth against the cusp of her cunt. You obey immediately, sucking her throbbing clit into your mouth and pressing your lips tightly against her mound. Her juices drip from your chin and spill onto the wooden stump on which she sits. Her breasts heave and the muscles in her abdomen tense. She gasps, “Yes! YES! Do it, Lucas! Use your fingers as well!”
You thrust two fingers and then three into Theora’s tight cunt. Her inner walls grip you with her powerful strength, squeezing against your fingers as you fuck them in and out of her angelic quim. Even the knuckle of your little finger is involved, pressing against the juice-slicked divot of Theora’s anus. On a whim, you extend your pinkie finger and thrust the tip into her lower hole.
“AHHHHHH!” She wails, tossing her head as the sudden intrusion sends her over the edge. She thrusts against your sucking mouth and your impaling fingers. Her ass and her cunt both clench rhythmically as her melodic cries of pleasure sound in the firelit night.
Her pleasure slowly ebbs, receding until you hear only her heavy breathing and the crackle of the fire. She releases her grip on your face and allows you to slip your fingers out of her and lift your cum-smeared face from between her thighs. You rise up on your knees and she pulls you into a passionate kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth and swiping over your chin to clean her juices away.
You want to drive your straining cock into the steamy, slippery depths of Theora’s pussy.
“No,” she says firmly, apparently seeing the urge in your eyes. “No, you worship the goddess by worshipping me; you do not get to fuck me.”
You look down at the bulge of your cock, painfully pressing against the seam of your trousers.
“I will not touch it,” she says, lifting her chin and giving you a haughty look of disapproval. Her disgust eases and she adds, “Though I will not complain if you touch it yourself.”
You could hardly get your cock out quickly enough. You fumble with your belt and the buttons of your trousers and Theora chuckles with amusement as you wince at bending your cock and finally drag it out in the grip of your fist. It is red and leaking with precum. You begin to wank almost immediately, gazing at Theora’s bountiful beauty.
“Slower,” she commands you as she caresses the soft mounds of her breasts. “Savor the pleasure of looking upon my body.”
From her glistening quim to her glittering blue eyes, you cannot look away from her. You feast upon the sight of her as your hand works, slowly but steadily, up and down your throbbing shaft.
“Faster now,” she whispers, leaning forward a bit. Her tits sway and adjust to this new angle of her body and this movement alone is enough to mesmerize you. With your hand clenched tightly around your cock, you work faster and faster, barely able to resist the urge to furiously wank your twitching manhood.
“Yesssss,” moans Theora. She folds her white wings against her back and leans lower still, her nipples almost dragging against her legs. “Faster Lucas. As fast as you can. I must see it spill its seed for me.”
“Oh, gods,” you moan, wanking without restraint as she watches your hand sliding on your leaking cock. She plays with the weight of her breasts in her hands, squeezing and gasping as she watches you stroke. At the very least, Theora seems to be enjoying your performance.
“That’s right,” she cries. “Cum, Lucas! Cum for me!”
“Ahhhhhhh!” You fuck furiously through your precum-slicked hand, pumping your cock in and out of your fist. You are caught in the rush of ecstasy, staring into her eyes and from her eyes to her creamy breasts as she plays with them in her hands. “I’m cumming!”
Your milky seed fires from your jerking cock, lashing Theora’s knees and thighs with ropes of your cum. You slow your hand on your cock as the flow lessens and your cum dribbles out in long strands that drop to the ground at your feet.
“So much,” marvels Theora, watching you pump out the last of your load.
“I was… inspired,” you croak, taking a stumbling step backwards.
“My honey on your tongue? My breasts?” She squeezes them once last time and then drags a fingertip through the cum you spattered on her leg. She looks you in the eye as she tastes your seed. “Mmm, too salty. Perhaps there are certain foods you could eat to make your seed more palatable.”
You never really gave much thought to the taste of your seed. Flushed from your orgasm, your blush only deepens as you imagine Theora sampling your cum every day to find just the right recipe.
“I should make you lick up the mess you’ve made,” says Theora. She giggles at the face of disgust you make at the suggestion. “Ah, but it would take too long.”
She waves her hand and she is clean and dressed once more in her gown. You tuck your cock back into your trousers. You feel suddenly ten times as exhausted from the long march.
“I think, um, I will go to my tent now and, um, get some rest.”
“Yes, of course,” says Theora, stirring the fire with a stick. “We leave before dawn.”
You retire to your tent, tossing and turning in your bedroll as you think about Theora’s lovely, gold-thatched pussy. Oh, to bury your face in it again, to taste her honey on your lips, or to plunge your aching cock into her flawless depths. These fantasies lead you to similar dreams, from which you are rudely awakened by Theora’s harsh command, “Up with you!”
“Wha?” You stir in your tent, the light still gray before dawn.
“I said get up,” shouts Theora. “I have almost finished with breakfast. Eat it quickly so we can be on our way.”
You pull on your clothes and stagger out of your tent. Theora is stirring a pot of sweet-smelling oats over the fire and tending to a cast iron skillet filled with sizzling meat. Morelle is sulking on one of the overturned logs by the fire, idly stirring a steaming bowl of oats and meat.
“Here,” says Theora, passing a similar bowl to you. “No honey.”
“I had all the honey I need last night.” You begin to recollect, a dreamy smile on your face, but your bliss is cut short by Theora’s hard stare.
“Speak no more of last night or I will scald you raw with a cauldron full of oats.”
You sigh and sit down beside Morelle.
“You never came looking for me,” says the succubus. “I was waiting for you to come fuck me.”
You sigh again and begin to stuff your face with the food. Full, but still sore and half-asleep, you strike camp. Theora promises you will arrive in Bruno before nightfall.
CONTINUE >
Heifer’s Kiss
Gretchen’s plump pink lips need to kissed. Those lips look so soft and luscious that you want to feel them kissing you all the way down to your twitching cock. What would it feel like to have those pouting lips around your cock? You have to know!
“The kiss,” you blurt as if you had been holding your breath.
“MWAAA!” She blows you a big kiss. “You want the Heifer’s Kiss? Well, sure thing, Lucas! Come on over here and I’ll drink all that yummy cream straight out of you.”
She grabs your tunic in both hands and yanks you closer, smashing you against her huge breasts and leaning down to smother your lips with hers. Her kiss is wet and sloppy and plainly hung
ry. Her tongue thrusts into your mouth as her hands pop the buttons on your trousers and roughly drag them down your thighs. You moan with pleasure against her wet kiss as Gretchen’s hands fondle your cock and your bollocks.
“Oh, you are eager,” she giggles. She slowly wanks your cock as she kisses your neck down to your shoulder. Her lips are burning hot against your skin. You tremble as she lifts your tunic up to expose your abdomen and kisses her way down your chiseled stomach. She crouches before you, stroking your muscular tummy as she leans in and runs her wet tongue slowly around the head of your cock. Her lips press against your tip.
“Oh,” you softly moan, watching her lips envelop your cock. They are so soft against you, her mouth so warm and wet, that you very nearly spill your seed into her sucking mouth on that first stroke. You brace her with one hand on each shoulder and you gently thrust through her guiding grip and into the hot suction of Gretchen’s mouth.
“Mmmmmmmm!” She moans around you, her obvious enjoyment vibrating up your shaft.
Her spit slicks your cock and begins to drip from your balls. Her tongue seems everywhere as she takes you to the back of her throat with ease, bobbing her head and closing her blue eyes in concentration as she slurps lewdly.
“That’s… ohhh… I can’t… hold out,” you moan, your knees going weak as she hollows her cheeks and sucks hard at your tip. She pops her lips free and a trickle of precum visibly pulses from your cockhead and trails from her wet lips.
“Why hold out?” She says, licking away your leaking juice. “Give me the yummy milk. Right now!”
She immediately takes you back into her mouth, her lips gliding down your straining cock all the way to your balls and her throat opening around your cockhead. Your eyes go wide at the silky warmth of her throat and you explode with pleasure. Your toes curl and you thrust forward, pressing deeper into her throat as you fire pulse after pulse of your cum straight down to her stomach. She pulls back as the last few pumps sputter out of your cock, allowing your cum to coat her swirling tongue and give her a better taste of what she has just gulped down.
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