“Let’s go,” you say, rising and setting off into the woods.
Morelle grabs your tunic sleeve, an amused look on her face and her eyes aglow with her recharged magic.
“This way, silly,” she says, pulling you back across the clearing and in the opposite direction. She moves swiftly and easily through the dark forest. You stumble along behind her, only keeping up because she holds your hand like a child.
“You can see in the dark,” you mutter, jealous of her power.
“It’s especially easy when I have so much essence to burn,” she giggles. “Yours is twice as yummy as any other man I sampled before I met you.”
“Thanks?” You don’t really take it as a compliment that your soul tastes good to a demoness.
You arrive at the camp in much less time than it took you to find Morelle bathing in the stream. The demoness has fully dried herself; you are still wet and very cold. Theora has slipped into her large tent for the night and the fire has died down, but is still burning. You crouch beside the flames for a bit, letting the warmth wash over you and dry your hair and tunic.
Once you are no longer shivering, you climb into your patched tent. The warmth and sweet scent of Morelle follows behind you. The succubus crawls into the tent alongside you.
“What?” She says, looking at you. “I’m not sleeping out on the ground when there is a perfectly warm boy – tent – for me.”
She turns her back to you and squirms under your ratty blanket. Her shapely bottom presses back against your groin. She wiggles her hips from side to side.
“Morelle,” you saying with a warning tone.
“Just getting comfortable,” she giggles.
Comfortable? How are you going to sleep with this insatiable demoness cuddled up against you? She continues to wiggle her hips, squirming her soft, warm backside against your groin. Her seductive scent fills your nostrils and you find the only place to rest your arm is draped over her shapely hip.
What do you do?
Kick Morelle out of your tent
Let Morelle stay in your tent
Maddening Pleasure
You sheath your sword and step boldly towards the beautiful cowgirl. She does not flinch, but her eyes widen in surprise. You reach a slow hand up to her face, looking into those blue eyes as you caress her cheek and slip your fingers into her silky blonde hair.
“What do you think you are doing, little Lucas? You should—“
You stifle her words with a soft kiss on her lips. You let it linger and she relaxes. You press your body against hers, letting her feel your lean physique as you enjoy her plush breasts and the curve of her ample hip. Your hardness presses against her thigh.
Her kiss responds to yours, her tongue forcefully thrusting into your mouth and swirling against your tongue. You allow it for a moment before withdrawing your kiss.
“I am not here to fight you,” you say. “I am here to pleasure you.”
“What?” She laughs with disbelief, her hands stroke your hips and she squeezes your ass and pulls you more tightly against her. “Boys and men are never like this. You are always afraid. Or maybe stunned.”
“I am a bit stunned, I admit,” you murmur, looking up into her blue eyes. “You are stunningly beautiful.”
Her cheeks actually redden a bit and she laughs, “Oh, you definitely aren’t like the other boys.”
“Definitely not,” you say, lips moving close to hers once again. “Let me pleasure you and I will prove it.”
Before she can answer, you kiss her passionately, tasting the steamy sweetness of her mouth and probing her with your hungry tongue. Your hand follows the curve of her hip up to her right breast. You begin to squeeze it and pluck at her thick nipple, producing a warm spray of her milk that wets your tunic. Her milk trickles over your fingers as you squeeze her other breast, using both hands.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Do you feel them, Lucas? They are so full of milk! Please, drink my milk. It’s very sweet, I promise!”
You take a step back from her, looking at the soft prominence of her creamy breasts. Her wide, pink areolas are slightly domed and her nipples are nearly as plump as your thumb. Milk dribbles from them both, disappearing into the whiteness of her bare abdomen.
You want to obey her. You want to suck luscious tits and drink her sweet cream. Something in the way she is looking at you, thrusting her chest forward enticingly, is making you doubt the wisdom of doing this. She is a magical creature, after all. Who knows what curse might be imbued into her breastmilk.
Her plump pussy is visible beneath the taut gusset of her panties. Perhaps it would be wiser to show her the pleasure you intended and drive her mad (and defenseless) by licking her quim. You could drive her mad for certain if you buried your tongue in that ample ass of hers.
“Go on,” says Gretchen, pinching a nipple and producing a dribble of her milk. “You know desire to drink my cream, so why fight it? It feels so good when handsome boys drink my milk.”
What do you do?
Drink Gretchen's milk
Focus on pleasuring Gretchen
Enter the farmhouse
The door to the farmhouse is not locked. You pull it gently open and creep inside, shuffling your boots on the floorboards. All of the furniture in the house’s sitting room has been pushed aside. There is straw spread on much of the floor, making it seem like a barn. There are sacks of oats and water and a strong smell of sour milk.
The loud thump of hooves approaches you from behind. You tense and slowly turn to face the monster that has imprisoned those poor men you set free.
You are shocked to see a big, voluptuous, and exceedingly beautiful blonde cowgirl. Her hair is the color of cornsilk and two tiny horns emerge from her scalp just above her forehead. Her blue eyes are large, innocent, and simple seeming. Her full lips curl into a smile. She towers over you, her massive breasts bare and obviously engorged, with fat nipples and wide areolas that seem to blush. She wears a frilly loincloth and thigh-high stockings patterned after a cow’s black-and-white splotches. Her legs, though humanlike, end with inflexible ankles and hooves.
She must be seven feet tall, broad at the shoulders, and yet not at all muscular like you would imagine. Her physique is quite feminine, exaggerated by her milky breasts. Your cock stirs at the sight of her even as a cold sweat of fear springs out on your forehead.
She blinks once.
“Another boy. They keep coming to my farm and we give each other milk.” She leans down so her face is even with yours, her huge tits swaying as the angle of her shoulders shifts. “What is your name, little boy?”
“Lucas,” you say firmly.
“I’m Gretchen,” she giggles, swaying her hips coquettishly.
“I am the champion of Veleda!”
“Oh, Veleda! Bless her!” She says, looking up reverently. “Well, it is good to meet you Lucas. Do you want some milk?”
She stands up again and runs her hands over her huge breasts, lifts and molding them with her touch. Her fingers brush over her fat nipples and produce two sprays of milk that patter against your tunic and wet your face. The smell of her cream is sweet and enticing.
You resist the urge to lick your lips and growl angrily, “You cannot trap men like you did out in the barn!”
“Those men are my livestock.” She says. “The succubus lady told me I should catch as many as I want and keep them. I milk them and make them feel good and they give me their yummy milk. It’s called essence and I can use it in all sorts of potions. Like the one that makes me stronger and bigger.”
She bounces up and down, her huge breasts jiggling. She seems as if she would be able to pick you up like a doll. How are you going to fight this immense woman?
“You know Lady Rachelle?” You ask.
“She was very nice. She told me the Queen of Monsters needs a lot of boy milk for summoning more monster girls.”
“What?”
“That’s the other thing I do with it all. Bottle i
t off and put it in a raft down the river. I guess she finds the raft.” Gretchen grins. “I drink a lot of it too. It’s so yummy!”
“Queen of Monsters? Have you met her?”
“Oh, no,” says Gretchen. “But enough talking, boy. Come and have a drink! Then you will want to stay with me forever.”
She squeezes her tits and you watch more milk dribble out of her thick, pink nipples. Her smile fades, her eyes widen, and her nostrils flare. You get the distinct impression that Gretchen won’t be answering more questions.
What do you do?
Wait
Parley
Attack
Special Ability
Item
Surrender
Slip your hand between her legs
Your desire is unbounded. You kiss Theora greedily, smashing your lips to hers and seeking her tongue with yours. She is more than receptive; she embraces you and pulls you against her soft breasts. Though you crave to explore her mounds more intimately, your hand seeks her shapely thighs. You find the hem of her gown and press your fingers beneath it. She moans with lust as she senses what you are doing, her cry hot against your lips.
“Oh, Lucas, touch me,” she moans.
Your hand follows the warmth of her loins, pressing between her thighs as she spreads her legs to invite your boldness. As you feel the warmth of her cunny, Theora’s hand grasps your manhood through your trousers. Her skilled fingers make short work of the buttons and she takes hold of your throbbing length.
“It feels so big,” she whispers against your lips.
“You made it that way,” you hiss in reply, kissing her before she can speak again. Her tongue slides against yours as she wanks your straining cock. Your fingers at last find the warm softness of her mouth. Your touch caresses her silky hair and you press your fingertips against the slick petals of her pussy.
“Ohhhhhh,” she cries wantonly, kissing you again and squirming against your touch. Your fingers trace her entrance and you push two past her dewy folds and into the hot channel of her sex. Her cry of pleasure is muffled against your lips. Her hand tightens on your cock in reply, sending a shudder through your body.
You thrust two fingers into Theora’s tight cove, feeling her deep wetness and the way her pussy squeezes against your touch. She whines and rocks her hips, fucking against your touch, but never lessening her grip on your cock.
“Fuck me,” she cries, pumping her hand on your straining cock. “Fuck me with your fingers. Ohhhh, it’s so bad. I can feel your fingers deep inside me.”
She’s soaking wet and tensing up with each push of your fingers. It seems like you are going to make Theora cum, but not soon enough. The more she strokes your swollen manhood, the greater your fear that she will make you cum first. She gives your cockhead a stroke with her thumb and you moan as a tremor of pleasure nearly sends you over the edge. If you don’t stop her, she is going to make you explode.
And she might be left unsatisfied…
What do you do?
Let her hand finish you
Sprawl with her beside the fire
Get down on your knees and pleasure Theora
Pleasure Morelle first
You kiss her again and roll the comely succubus onto the soft grass at your feet. She stretches beneath you, running her hands over her breasts and squeezing them roughly, forming her full lips into an enticing “O” of pleasure. Your gaze travels the length of her shapely body, down over her midsection and to the swell of her cunt with its lavender lips glistening and slightly splayed.
Yes, you have to pleasure her; from those lovely breasts to the sweet folds of her sex. You sink to your knees and fall upon her, kissing her lips with relish as your hands caress her body.
“Oh, Lucas,” she moans. “Fuck me, please.”
“In time,” you say, smiling down at her.
Your hands roam over her breasts and stroke her flanks as you dip your face to the soft warmth of her tits, kissing them and burying your face between them. This elicits a giggle from Morelle and she cradles your head against her chest.
You lash her nipples with teasing licks and suck each in turn, drawing her plump buds into your mouth until they are both almost purple from being sucked. They glisten in the moonlight, dark in contrasting to the paleness of her skin. But even in this moonlight you can see a hint of the lavender in that creamy flesh.
You kiss lower, kissing her navel and inhaling her scent. The mineral smell of the stream has given way to her natural perfume. That scent is like flowers and spice and it makes your cock twitch with each breath. Morelle parts her thighs and strokes her legs, inviting your kiss and your attention to center on the delicate flower of her cunt.
She strokes herself with her nimble fingers, splaying her lavender cuntlips and revealing her inner depths. Her clit stands out from her folds and her eyes seem to faintly glow as she looks up at you.
“Taste it,” she whispers. “Taste my nectar, Lucas. It flows for you.”
Your tongue teases her warm folds, parting them gently and causing the sweet-smelling honey of her cunt to well at her entrance. You lap deeper, into the hot slickness of her channel, tasting her juices as she sighs with pleasure and combs her fingers into your hair. She pulls her legs up, exposing herself to you fully, giving your tongue room to lap from her clit to the dainty lavender pucker of her anus.
“Yesssss,” she cries, keeping a hand on the back of your head as she lifts her legs upright. You caress the backs of her thighs and press your face against the soft curve of her bottom. You flick your tongue against her clit and plunge two fingers into the hot depths of her cunt. As you finger-fuck her and lick her, Morelle’s juices trickle down the crack of her ass and over her clenched hole. She begins to quake with pleasure.
“Nnnnnnn,” you moan, licking her clit furiously and sloshing three fingers into her cunt. Her inner walls tighten around your thrusting fingers and her grip tightens on the back of your head. Her juices pour out and bathe your chin.
“Ahhhhhhh!” She cries, pulling you against the backs of her creamy thighs. “It’s so good!”
You drive her to ecstasy by sucking on the fat bud of her clit. The inner walls of her cunt squeeze tightly and rhythmically against your thrusting fingers. Her body shudders and she gasps with each tremor that rolls through her heaving flesh. You do not relent until she cries out and rolls onto her side, twisting away from you.
This only gives you the chance to attack her plump bottom from the side, pressing your face to her creamy ass and lapping at her nectar-wet asshole.
“Oh, Lucas!” She cries, sucking in a surprised breath as you begin to rim her hole. Your three fingers resume thrusts into her steamy cunt as you pleasure the clench of her ass. She gasps as you run your tongue around her hole and dart the tip into her pucker. She squeals as you bury your tongue in her hot crevice, your face pressed to the creamy mounds of her buttocks and your fingers pumping into her hot pussy.
A second orgasm rocks her body and you feel it in the squeeze of her ass around your tongue as well as her pussy shuddering around your thrusting fingers. You moan lustily, your cock painfully hard against the ground as you fuck your tongue deep into her clenching ass.
“Oh, by the gods, Lucas,” she laughs, crawling out of your reach. “You would make a good incubus.”
“Your lovely body serves as a strong motivation,” you chuckle, rising onto your knees and squeezing your hard cock in your hand.
On her hands and knees, Morelle raises her ass up and looks at you over her shoulder. She reaches a hand back and pushes a finger into her freshly-licked asshole.
“I need that big cock,” she purrs. “Right here. Right in my tight little ass. Can you give it to me there, Lucas?”
“It would be cruel not to give you what you need,” you chuckle, moving behind her and smacking the head of your cock against her soft bottom. She slips her finger out of her ass and spreads her cheeks wide with one hand. You do not hesitate to press the
aching head of your swollen cock to her glistening lavender hole.
“Mmmmmmm, yesssss,” she moans as your cockhead presses against her divot and begins to push past the ring of her muscles. She gasps, “I neeeeed it, Lucas.”
Your cock pushes pack her clench and slides into the hot, velvety-soft depths of her ass. Her hole tightens around you, gripping you even better than her tight quim. You pull back until the head of your cock visibly bulges her clenched anus and then push quickly back into her, hilting your cock in her tender ass.
“Ahhhhhh!” She cries, arching and tossing her wet hair against her back. She pushes back onto your cock, skewering her ass on your surging manhood. You take hold of her hips and plunder her ass, plunging deep and smacking against her ass with each thrust. The sound of your hips colliding with her lovely rump fills the clearing beside the stream with a steady, percussive smack. She braces upright using both hands, her plump breasts swinging beneath her with the force of your thrusts.
Already aroused from pleasuring her, you cannot last long in the magnificent depths of Morelle’s ass. Your grip tightens on her hips, you plunge deep, and you let your seed come spurting out, pouring into the depths of her ass. Morelle wails with pleasure and you immediately feel her clenching around you as a familiar force pulls at you. It’s as if her ass is sucking your spurting cock as she feeds on your essence.
You pull your cock out of her with a soft pop and pump your hand on your wet shaft, dripping the last of your seed down her thighs and over her lavender pussy.
“Oooooh,” she coos with disappointment. “Put it back in, Lucas, please!”
She wiggles her luscious ass, trying to entice you thrust your manhood back inside her creamy hole. But her lure is no working. You feel greatly weakened by her feeding once on your spurting cock, a second time might be the end of you.
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