“No,” you say, struggling to catch your breath. “You are greedy. Any more… mmmm… and you might kill me.”
“But would that be so bad?” She teases, wiggling her ass more.
“Yes, yes it would be very bad to die,” you say. “I’m not sure Veleda would save me under the circumstances."
She turns to you and tries to embrace you, but the moment has passed. You rise to your feet and help her up.
“We return to camp,” you say, pulling on your clothes. “We have a long journey ahead of us in the morning and more than ever I need my rest.”
. With the aid of Morelle’s darksight, your journey back to camp is much shorter than your effort to find the succubus. The campfire has died down to embers and Theora is buttoned up in her large tent.
“Sleep by the fire,” you warn Morelle. “You have taken enough of my life force.”
“Awwww, I’ll be cold,” she pouts.
“You can use some of your magic to stay warm. Just keep out of my tent.”
You climb into your tattered tent and button the flap. It only takes a moment for you to fall asleep. Even in your dreams, you are haunted by Morelle. She chases you like a stalking cat pursuing a mouse, pouncing on you and riding you until your essence is drained.
Thankfully, it is only a dream, and you awaken to the gray light of dawn leaking through the flap of your tent. You rise, stretch, and pull on your boots. The savory smell of cooking helps awaken you as you stumble out of your tent.
Theora is cooking breakfast. Morelle is sulking by the fire, a blanket pulled around her shoulders and an untouched bowl of food resting on her knees.
“Eat up,” says Theora, passing you a bowl of steaming oats and roasted meat. “If we leave soon we will reach Bruno before nightfall.”
“Thank you,” you say, taking a seat beside Morelle and tucking into the food.
“Sorry I made you sleep by the fire,” you say to Morelle. “But you had it coming.”
“I did,” admits the succubus. “But it was still mean. Maybe I won’t have sex with you anymore to punish you.”
You glance over at her, mid-bite of oatmeal, and give her a dubious look.
“Allllright,” she chuckles. “I will still let you have sex with me. Do you want to do it now? You can do it in my ass again if you want!”
“No,” you say. “No, definitely not.”
The sad part is, you do want to do it now. Luckily, you know better this time.
CONTINUE >
Lift her onto the bank and fuck her passionately
Your desire is tempered with tenderness for Morelle you do not feel for even Theora. While Theora is a mighty angel of Veleda, you knew Morelle before she became what she is now, when she was just a pretty young girl living not far from your family farm. The succubus queen robbed Morelle of her normal life and you imprisoned her in your sword, dooming her to whatever fate awaits all the monster girls you capture. She does not deserve your anger now. She is cursed to desire you; it is her succubus nature.
“You’re right,” you say, pressing against her and scooping her shapely body into your arms. “What’s the point if we don’t enjoy life?”
She squeals with delight as you slosh through the stream and carry her to the bank at the water’s edge. You find a spot that is not so muddy and deposit her gently onto a bed of green moss. She moans and stretches out, her breasts shifting like dollops of cream as she twists and luxuriates on the soft, moonlit ground. You gently spread her legs, climbing out of the water and atop her welcoming warmth. Her hand grasps your cock and guides you to the hot folds of her quim.
“Do it,” she whispers, looking up into your eyes. “Fuck me, Lucas.”
You lean over her, pressing a hand into the soft earth on either side of her head as you kiss her with all the passion you restrained just moments before. Her hand guides you as you thrust into her, hilting in a single strop in the exquisite cove of her cunt. She moans hotly against your lips. Her tongue tangles with yours as you begin to move atop her.
A dozen strokes is all you last in the clutching furnace of Morelle’s cunt. With a hoarse cry of pleasure, you arch and thrust deep into her pussy. Your cock throbs and you feel your cum flowing out with each spasm, pouring into her demonic depths as she begins to feed on your essence. She wraps her legs around your hips, pulling you deep, drinking your very soul as you pour your seed into her cunt.
Her pussy flutters around you and she cries, “Oh, Lucas, it’s so good!”
She bucks and writhes against you, her body responding as if she is joining you at the peak of ecstasy. Her lips are never far from yours and though you know the danger, you cannot resist the luscious softness of her lips.
“Don’t stop,” she pants against your kiss. “I need more. Please. Don’t stop fucking me!”
Your cock is still incredibly hard. You cannot resist her pleading. She strokes your back and shoulders. She combs her fingers through the hair on the back of your head. Your moan against her lips, unable to find the words to describe her beauty as you continue to thrust into her creamy pussy. The lewd sounds of your strokes are accompanied by the soft burbling of the stream. You push up on your hands, looking down at her, watching her plump tits sway and shake with each thrust.
“It’s so big,” she whines, arching beneath you almost as if she wants to escape, but her legs remain clasped around you. Each thrust drives you closer and closer to another climax. You know she will feed again, but you are willing to risk it for the pleasure you feel building.
“I’m going to cum,” you whisper, your body tensing as the pleasure coils inside you.
“Wait,” she gasps. “Not yet. Not… almost there… not yet… ahhhhhhhhHHHH! YESSS! CUM INSIDE ME!!!”
Her pussy grips you tightly with rhythmic throbs of her orgasmic pleasure. Her hot walls clutching your cock sends you plunging over the edge. You stiffen inside her and erupt once more. With each pulse of your cum you feel another tingling wave of pleasure as Morelle feasts upon your essence. It doesn’t matter, you tell yourself in the throes of ecstasy, you can handle her feeding.
As your orgasm recedes and Morelle continues moaning, you begin to fear for your life. Your arms are shaking and your heart is pounding rapidly in your chest. You can hardly breathe with the intensity of your pleasure as your cum overflows her tight cunt and spills down her crack.
“Keep fucking me, Lucas,” she gasps. “I want more! I want it all!”
“N-no!” You cry, realizing the implication of giving her more. “No, that’s enough. I know what you think you want, but… ohhhh… but I can’t do this!”
You wrench your body out of the grasp of her squeezing legs. Your cock slips free of her creamy pussy with a loud slurp and you flop onto your back. Morelle follows you and tries to mount your hardness to continue to ride you, but you push her away.
“Enough!” You cry. “You’ve devoured so much of my strength… I… I do not blame you, Morelle. But I am not giving up my soul.”
“But your soul is so yummy,” she giggles, stroking your chest and playfully kissing your shoulder.
“No,” you say, adding a stern edge to your voice as you continue, “we must get back to camp. We have a long way to travel tomorrow and I need sleep.”
You struggle to your feet. Morelle bounces to hers and conjures her traveling clothes. Her tight breeches and flattering bodice do little to diminish her naked beauty.
“Alright,” she says, taking your arm by the elbow, “but I’m sleeping with you.”
With Morelle’s help, you easily find your way back to the camp. The campfire has died down to glowing embers and Theora’s large tent is all sealed up. You kick off your boots and crawl into your bedroll, muttering something about sleeping by the fire to Morelle. By the time your head hits your goose down pillow, you are asleep.
You are awakened almost immediately by someone crawling into the tent. You open your eyes and look up at Morelle’s eyes, glowing faintly in the da
rkness of your tent.
“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
Roughly fuck Gretchen in the straw
A cruel smile spreads across your face as you stare down at the kneeling cow girl. Gretchen is larger than you and absolutely voluptuous, a cream-skinned idol of fertility. Her bare breasts heave with each breath and her thick pink nipples drip with her milk. Her waist is narrow, but her hips are wide and her panties thong the plump cheeks of her buttocks squeezed against her heels. Her body was made for sex! You ogle it shamelessly, imagining the way you could defile her. As revenge of course for all the things she did to those poor men you rescued from her barn.
You unbuckle your sword belt and toss it aside with a thump. Gretchen looks up at you with confusion in her big blue eyes. You kick off your boots and unbutton your trousers and free your hard manhood. Gretchen is unable to hide her excitement.
“You’re still going to… use me?” She moans, stroking her breasts with one hand and pressing her other hand between her thick thighs.
“I am going to fuck you senseless,” you boast. “Now lie back, cow slut, and get what you deserve.”
“Ohhhhh, yes,” she cries, flopping backwards heavily and spreading her thighs. You stroke her legs encased in her cow print hose and spread her creamy thighs. You tear off her frilly underwear, eliciting a yelp of discomfort from Gretchen. Her pussy is plump, gold-thatched, and with fleshy lips that glisten with her arousal. She starts to speak and you stuff her torn panties into her mouth to keep her quiet.
You grab hold of Gretchen’s bovine ankles and push her hooves up on your shoulders as you thrust into her savagely. Her cuntlips part before the onslaught of your cock and you bury the straining spear of your manhood deep into her slick cunt. She lows like a beast and you laugh and fuck her harder, making her huge tits jiggle and splash against her body. You have never treated a woman like this before and it is exciting.
“Those men in the barn,” you growl, fucking her harder. “They didn’t have a choice. I bet you milked them until they were begging you to stop.”
“Mmmmmmm!” She cries into the wad of her panties, her brow furrowed and her eyes seeming to glisten with tears.
Her apparent discomfort only makes you fuck her harder. You smile viciously, pounding your cock into your pussy until you have to stop to keep from cumming.
“Turn over,” you snap as you pull your cock out of her pussy.
Gretchen whimpers into the panties in her mouth and rolls over onto her hands and knees. You push her face down into the straw, her big tits mashed beneath her as you kneel behind her thick ass and tease your cockhead at the entrance of her cunt. You grab her soft ass and pound into her pussy, hilting in her hot cunt in a single stroke, pulling nearly out, and ramming back in again.
“MmmhhhmMMMmm,” she moans into the panties you stuffed into her mouth.
“What’s that?” You reach around her to pull the spit-soaked panties out. “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m… I’m going to cum,” she moans. “Please… ohhhhhh… please fuck meee!”
Your hips smack against her soft ass with each stroke as you fuck her hard and fast. You hold nothing back, hammering the glistening piston of your cock in and out of Gretchen’s clutching cunt. You rub her asshole with your thumb as your cock plunders her pussy. You feel both of her holes tense up and as she wails with pleasure they rhythmically contract.
The sensation of her velvet vise squeezing around your thrusting cock pushes you over the edge. You thrust your thumb roughly into Gretchen’s spasming asshole and bury your cock deep in her pussy as you unload. Your cum pulses into her depths and you thoroughly baste her fluttering inner walls with your creamy seed.
“Take it,” you groan, thrusting hard and emptying your lust into her pink pussy.
Gretchen collapses into the hay, mooing faintly as your cock slips out of her cum-stuffed cove. You catch your breath, watching your seed drip from her folds. When you do finally recover, you get to your feet and retrieve your sword.
She never even lifts her head. You drive the tip of the sword into her back, only when it would contact her flesh it produces a bright flash of light. You wince away and recover just in time to see the pink gem in the hilt of your sword winking once before going dark.
You feel guilty in the silence that follows Gretchen’s disappearance. Not that you smote her with your holy sword; that was inevitable. No, you feel guilty for the way you treated her before that. You look down at your flaccid cock. No matter what she did to those men in the barn, she did not deserve to be treated like that. You wipe your cock clean and pull on your trousers with a look of genuine remorse on your face.
You depart from the farmhouse with your sword balanced against your shoulder and a look of grim determination on your face.
CONTINUE >
Crawl to her and pleasure her feet
Your gaze is drawn to Theora’s silvery-blue eyes, glinting in the firelight. You feel unworthy to meet her gaze and so you look lower. You take in the creamy peaks of her breasts capped with thick, pink nipples, the toned length of her abdomen, following it down to the gold-thatched mound of her pussy, and still you are not worthy. Your gaze traces the firm length of her legs, ankles crossed, dainty feet closest to you with her small toes wiggling.
You wonder if you are even worthy of such delicate toes and such fine arches. No, you decide, you are not, but it is where you will offer yourself to her.
Walking slowly towards her, head bowed, you drop to your knees at her feet. You take her feet in your hands, cushioning them against the ground as you lean your lips to the top of each foot and kiss them in turn.
“Oh, my, yes,” she laughs, watching you grovel before her. “You have found just the right spot. Kiss my feet. No, lick them.”
The throaty emphasis on the word “lick” sends a thrill of lust through your body and makes your cock jerk in your trousers. You run your tongue over the supple skin of her foot, down to her toes, which wiggle against your tongue. Theora coos with delight as you begin to lick between her toes, tasting not a hint of sweat, but instead her purity and a bit of the dirt beneath her feet.
“Suck them,” she says and pushes her big toe into your mouth. It is emasculating to suck her toe like a whore might pleasure a man, but you cannot stop yourself. Your cock throbs with each new degradation as you lick her arches and heels, massaging them both as you suck at her toes once more.
Theora coos and squirms with pleasure on the stump, guiding you with her feet almost as deftly as she might with her hands. She feeds three of her toes into your mouth while her other foot grips and massages your scalp. You look into her eyes as your drool spills around her toes and your tongue wriggles between them.
“Oh, that’s lovely,” she purrs. “I see your poor cock is poking at the front of your trousers.”
You cannot look down to verify what she is saying, but you can certainly feel your cock twitching against the seam of your trousers.
“Mmmmhmmm,” you agree, drool spilling down your chin.
“Yes, and I bet you would like some relief, wouldn’t you?” She says, stroking your cheek with her foot and finally pulling the other out of your mouth.
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��Y-yes,” you gasp and wipe your chin on the sleeve of your tunic. “Yes, please.”
“Of course,” she laughs. “Take it out for me.”
She laughs again as she watches you fumble in your rush to get your trousers unbuttoned and your cock in your hand. After a bit of frenzied effort, your reddened cock is sticking out and bouncing with each twitch of excitement.
“Mmmmm, I think you will enjoy the way my freshly-cleaned feet feel on your cock,” she says, leaning her shoulders back and bracing herself with her hands on the stump. She catches your cock between the arches of her feet and you let out a groan of pent up desire and nearly begin to cum. She giggles at this reaction, holding her feet still while you acclimate to the pressure of her feet on your manhood.
She shifts her feet, pressing your cock upright against your tunic and using her other foot and her toes to massage the underside of your cock. The gentle pressure, moving up and down your cock from your balls to your drooling tip, is incredible. You watch her feet intently, amazed at their dexterity as she uses her toes to rub just beneath your glans and uses her other foot to massage your tightening bollocks.
“I had no idea you enjoyed feet so much,” she laughs.
“M-maybe it’s just… just yours,” you gasp, watching her feet massaging your deep red cock.
“Oh? You like them?” She lifts one foot up to your face, allowing you to suck her toes again. You moan as you take two toes into your mouth, slurping eagerly as she continues to rub your cock with her other foot. Your pleasure builds quickly. You moan around her toes, your pleasure rising explosively. Theora must sense it too as she cries out with cruel delight, “Yes, little Lucas. Cum for me!”
The rush of pleasure is far greater than your shame. You moan around three of her toes, thrusting your cock against the sole of her foot as the rush of your orgasm becomes the powerful spasms of your release. Cum spurts from your cock and splashes against your tunic all the way up to your chest. Theora laughs at you as most of your gushes of cum land on your clothing. Only a few drops smear her foot as she slowly pulls it away, leaving your cock deflating and dripping with your spunk.
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