She backhands you across the face and sends you sprawling on the floor. With a leap, she is atop you, tearing open your trousers and gripping your cock tightly in her hand. You are too weak to fight her off as she strokes you to hardness in a moment and impales her cool, slick pussy onto your manhood.
“Blood always tastes better when it burns with passion,” she explains, riding atop you at a fevered pace, her ample breasts heaving within her tight bodice. Despite your hatred, the pleasure of her slick cunt riding atop you and gripping your cock is undeniable. You moan weakly, resting your hands on her hips, your body and hers hidden beneath her white gown. She laughs and says, “You feel it, don’t you? Rising and inescapable. Just before you cum I will taste your blood.”
“Choke on it,” you moan, her pussy fluttering around your cock.
It only takes a few more twitches of her shapely hips and slippery slides up and down your cock before you feel your pleasure rising. You look up into her glowing red eyes, at her fanged smile, and you know your fate is sealed. As your ecstasy surges and your cum bursts into her cold womb, she lunges down and sinks her fangs into your neck. There is a moment of agony and a hot gush fo your blood, following by a thumping pleasure that unites with the throbbing of your cock.
You moan softly as she drinks your lifeblood and milks your manhood with her squeezing pussy. You slip into darkness and the heat of her feeding gives way to an endless void of cold.
The vampiress has made you into a meal.
CONTINUE >
Open the door to the deeper crypts
The door blocking your way seems heavy and ancient, but opens easily on well-oiled hinges. You descend a narrow staircase into a chamber stacked with ancient bones, rows of skulls, and the polished remains of long-forgotten servants, soldiers, and scions of the Carminus family. The air is cold and inert, the smell of old death heavy with each breath. A thin mist clings to the floor.
You reach a moth-eaten curtain of red velvet. Pushing it aside, you enter a chamber that was once an ossuary. The bones have been mostly excavated, with only a few skulls remaining on the shelves cut into the stone. The chamber has instead been furnished like a plush salon, with glowing lanterns, couches of red velvet, a dresser, and a large bed. A figure stirs on the bed, revealing white lace and lifeless blue flesh.
Izabella rises from the bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She stands in her white lace dress, her bodice clinging to her breasts, her long legs hidden beneath her skirt, and you cannot deny her beauty. Her dark hair is pulled back from her face in a lovely braid. Her gray-blue skin and red eyes betray her vampiric nature. She stares at you and smiles, revealing her long white fangs. There is a confidence to the way she stands that strikes fear into your heart. You are in her lair and she has every advantage.
“What is this?” She asks, looking at your faintly glowing sword. “A magic sword? It will not save you. I expected you would come.”
“I will destroy you, vampiress,” you say.
“I smell your fear, Lucas,” she chuckles. “It’s alright. Humans are always afraid. Always. You are ruled by your animal urges, none more powerful than you fear.”
She teases a finger over the back of the couch beside her.
“I suppose you want to know about the succubus queen and her plans?” She smiles sweetly.
You do, but you know it’s a trap. If the vampiress can be defeated like any other monster girl then you will have ample time to interrogate her in the Crystal Sanctum. You set the candelabrum aside and grip your sword with both hands.
“I came to defeat you!” You snarl. “Prepare to meet your fate.”
“Oh?” She giggles and glides towards you, simultaneously entrancing and terrifying. “Your bravado is false. I can taste your fear, Lucas. It will sweeten your blood when I drink you dry.”
You grimace as you confront your most dangerous foe yet.
What do you do?
Wait
Parley
Attack
Special Ability
Item
Surrender
Not even her tits can make you talk!
Your balls ache with the need to spill your seed between Anja’s luscious breasts, but you are resolute. You cannot give up any information to this cruel vampiress. She may only be a minion of some darker power.
“I will tell you,” you gasp and she sits forward, a dark eyebrow raised expectantly. You continue, “Nothing.”
To your surprise, Anja smiles.
“I hoped you would say that,” she laughs, releasing her painfully tight grip on the root of your cock. She rises, your throbbing manhood escaping the prison of her creamy titflesh. “Now I get to finish you off my very favorite way. No man can resist my ass.”
Anja turns, her tattered skirt swishing about her wide hips. She lifts it up, revealing her thick thighs and the creamy expanse of her ass. Her bottom has the same pallor as her face and breasts, but it is no less enticing for it. She pushes her chunky bottom back against your cock, slotting your manhood into the soft valley between her cheeks. This cleavage is much tighter and she begins to rock back rhythmically, gripping your shaft against her ass and pushing back again and again.
“Stop that,” you moan, desperately. “Or… or let me cum.”
“Oh, your suffering has only just begun,” laughs Anja, looking back at you over her shoulder as she bounces her fat ass against your cock. She reaches back to keep you trapped against her ass and uses her other hands to squeeze your balls painfully each time your orgasm begins to rise. You whimper the third time she does it.
“Still not talking?” She crackles with irritation. “Maybe if I put you in my ass…”
Your eyes go wide as she rises up, gripping your cock by its root, and guides your hardness to the cool divot of her bluish pink anus. She presses down against your cockhead and her back passage yields to your rigid manhood. You groan loudly as her cool, silky passage engulfs your throbbing cock. She rides you down to the hilt, squeezing your prick with her muscular ring before sliding back up to your tip and teasing you with soft clenches of her pucker.
“I bet that feels really good,” she giggles. “So tell me, Lucas, who was that woman with you in the tavern? What are you doing here in Ulvenblad? How can you hope to win? Don’t bother resisting, just answer me so you can cum in my perfect ass.”
You’re not sure you would call it perfect, but your urge to cum is almost stronger than your need to protect Theora and the rest of your mission. You watch Anja bouncing her big, jiggling ass on your hard cock and you want nothing more than to pump her full of cum from your throbbing bollocks.
“Oh, yes,” she gasps, riding faster, her brow furrowed with pleasure. “Your cock feels so good up my bottom, Lucas. Don’t you want to fill it with your cum?”
What do you do?
You are invincible! Her ass cannot defeat you!
Her ass triumphs over your willpower
Offer Rianna a seat on your face
You lift your face from Rianna’s soft, smothering breasts and look up at her. You know exactly what you want and it’s not the sort of thing most men probably desire.
“I want you to take a seat on my face,” you say.
“What? How’s that again?” She laughs.
You’re already red-faced from being smothered by her breasts and your face darkens a bit more with embarrassment from her laughter.
“Your big lovely ass and your quim,” you say, almost angrily. “I want you to sit them on my face so that I can pleasure you.”
“Oh!” She claps her hands with delight. “You wanna give me a proper lickin’? Well, not every day a handsome boy comes by and pays me good coin to ride ‘is tongue, but ain’t gonna complain.”
She rises from atop you and quickly unties her skirt. The work-stained garment drops down Rianna’s shapely legs, revealing her shin-socks and the tight fit of her underwear. They are plain white and might not have been very fetching, but Rianna’s shapely hips
and ample backside wear the modest garment like a silken sleeve, the white conforming to the mounds of her buttocks perfectly.
She turns her back to you and bends over, her creamy skin quickly revealed as she works her underwear down and bares the full expanse of her ample ass. She’s not fat, not a bit, but her weight has settled in her shapely rear, her thighs, hips, and breasts in a most appealing way. She is substantial and womanly, despite her youth.
“Lie back then, love,” she says, looking at you over her shoulder. She smacks her jiggling ass and adds, “Gimme a proper place to put this.”
“Right, yes,” you say, stretching out eagerly on the bed, your cock so hard that it pokes up through the flap of your under shorts. Rianna does not waste time. She crawls onto the bed, her pale body atop yours as she turns her ass towards you, straddles your body, and backs towards your face. You can see her cunt, fleshy and pink, shorn hairless and glistening. Her ass spreads and you glimpse the fat knot of her anus, pink between her smooth cheeks. Then her smothering weight is atop you, her soft ass crushing down against you, her crack swallowing up your nose and her cunt pressing down against your lips.
“Ooooh, there’s a good spot,” she laughs, squirming her hips and grinding her ass down against your face.
You breathe in her mingling scents. Her arousal, her sweat, and the acrid hint of her anus smother you in her raunchy mélange of intimate aromas. This scent arouses you further and you hear the muffled sound of her laughter as she watches your cock twitching through your shorts.
“Ooh, you’re all warm down there,” she moans. “Go on then, love, have a taste.”
You rest your hands on her plump buttocks, pushing up and lifting her just enough to give you some freedom to move your face. You inhale her rich scent as you slide your tongue over the damp velvet lips of her cunt, tasting her nectar and a faint tang of her last piss. You thrust your tongue into her hot cove, tasting her more deeply, licking out the flowing nectar of her sweet folds.
“Yeah, get me clit as well,” she moans.
You prowl her folds with your tongue until you find the thick bud of her clit. You lash her button again and again, making her gasp with pleasure above you and jostle her weight against your hands and face. Far from being uncomfortable beneath Rianna, you pull her down more heavily onto your face, which makes it difficult to breathe, but excitingly raunchy.
“Oooh!” She cries with delight, thighs tensing. “You know jus’ the spot, love!”
“Mmmmnnnnnnnn!” You agree, lashing her clit as she grinds down against your tongue. Her orgasm crushes down atop you and floods your mouth in her sweet nectar. Rianna’s juices spill down your chin and she suddenly flops her body across yours, grabbing your cock and stroking it as she gyrates atop your face.
Your pleasure begins to take precedent as she works her hand on your cock. You jerk as her tongue swirls hotly on your tip and your tongue slides from her pussy to the hot meat of her ass. You lick her bitter pucker as she licks your cock and takes you into the warmth of her mouth. You rim her tender clench as she sucks you over the edge, whining with your ecstasy, pushing your tongue against her pink divot as you tense and explode into her mouth.
“MMmmmmmm!” You hear Rianna moaning around you, that sound vibrating up your jerking length as you fill her mouth with your cum. She sucks you until every twitch of pleasure has worked through your cock, then gently lifts her mouth, strokes you a few times with her hands, and gives you a final lick around your tip.
“Oh, Lucas,” she moans, dismounting from your sweaty, cum-smeared face. “Ain’t often I cum with a payin’ customer.”
“Yeah?” You sit up and she tosses you a wet washcloth.
“Yeah, you’re a fine one, you are,” she says, beginning to pull on her underwear. “I’d saddle up on yer face any time, if ya got the coin to spare.”
“None at the moment,” you say, “but perhaps I’ll come across some more.”
“Well,” she kneels down beside you on the bed, half-dressed, and gives you a kiss. “Your coin will always spend with me, love.”
The kiss is all too fleeting. She finishes dressing quickly, blows you a last kiss from the door, and departs into the quiet darkness of the hall. You latch the door behind her and return to your bed. You snuff out the candle on the nearby table and stare up into the faint moonlight. Though exhausted, you have a contented smile on your face. Sleep comes quickly.
CONTINUE >
Confront the baroness about her neck
“My lady,” you say, holding her back with your hands on her slender shoulders. “I am here on serious business.”
“What could be more serious than keeping the lady of the castle company?” She demands, running her hand down your chest towards your trousers. You grab her wrist and stop her from fondling you through your pants.
“You bear the mark of a vampire,” you say to her seriously. “On your neck there. You have been bitten, my lady, but it is not too late for you to be saved.”
She pulls her hand away from you and reaches up to her neck, running her fingers over the wounds as if just realizing they are on her neck.
“Saved?” Something changes in her expression and her posture becomes more hunched forward. Her pale blue eyes turn to red and she smiles, baring elongated fangs that gleam white in the candlelight. “It is too late for that, champion of Veleda. I have tasted the blood of my servants. Why do you think there are so few?”
You step back, you heart pounding wildly in your chest as you draw your sword. It glows, although its glow seems greatly dimmed here in the Nightlands.
“Stay back!” You warn.
The baroness, to your surprise, quails at the sight of your sword. Her red eyes turn back to blue and she drops to her knees before you. Her expression, twisted with anger only a moment before, becomes one of fearful submission.
“Please, no,” she whimpers. “She made me do these things.”
“The witch?” You demand.
“Y-yes, the witch,” moans the baroness. “Please don’t strike me down with your sword, mighty champion.”
She grabs at your trousers, clinging to them as she looks up with fear in her blue eyes.
“I am a victim as much as anyone,” she pleads. “Spare me.”
What do you do?
Hesitate
Strike her down!
Get on your knees and pleasure the vampiress
You cannot lie to yourself and pretend that it is not Izabella’s beauty that drives you. Her lewd display of her dark-thatched cunt draws your eyes, her dark blue cuntlips glistening with the dew of her desire.
“Yes, alright,” you say, sheathing your sword. “I will pleasure you if you tell me.”
“As I knew you would,” she laughs. “Come here then, boy. Have a taste.”
“R-right,” you say, your cock twitching in your trousers as you fall to your knees before the beautiful vampiress. You brace your hands on her hips and duck your head between her shapely thighs, surprised by the coolness of her supple flesh and inhaling a scent that is both vital and musty at the same time. Not like the hot thatch of a living woman. You kiss her inner thighs and give her folds a tentative lick.
“Yessssss,” she hisses cradling the back of your head. “Please me and spare no effort if you wish to loosen my tongue.”
You press your kiss against the cusp of her womanhood and brush your lips against her delicate bud. You tongue it gently, eliciting another moan from Izabella. You press your kiss more tightly and lick her clit more intently, earning a jerk of her hips and a louder cry of pleasure. You slip one finger and then two into her cool, slick channel as you lick her clit again and again, flicking it with your tongue.
“Lady Rachelle builds an army that will topple empires,” moans the vampiress, grinding against your tongue. “My thralls in the Nightlands are just one small part of her plan to finally dominate human men with the women they have subjected to servitude. By allying female wisdom with monstrous power, s
he will triumph.”
“Mmmmm,” you lift your tongue from her clit. “But you feed on human women. You kill them.”
“Some,” she says, grinning down at you with her fangs gleaming. “Those who are foolish enough to stand in our way. I will do the same to your winged bitch once I’ve dealt with you. Now keep licking…”
She pushes your head back down and grinds her velvety cunt against your lip. You resume licking her, tasting her plentiful nectar before returning your tongue to the bud of her clit.
“Nnnnn, that’s it,” she moans, tightening her fingers painfully in your hair. “Of course, you’ll want to go after her, won’t you? You’ll never… mmmmm… suck it. Suck my clit! That’s it!”
She seems to lose track of what she was saying as you clamp your lips over her clit and suck her rhythmically while flicking her bud with the tip of your tongue. Her heaving breasts shudder and you feel the tension in her thighs as she cums from your ministrations. You suck Izabella’s sweet cunt until her juices are dripping from your chin. Her rolling hips slow and the pressure on the back of your head relaxes.
You lift your face from between her thighs and, gasping for breath, demand, “Where is she, Izabella? What has she done with my mother?”
“Mmmmmm,” Izabella combs her fingers into your hair, grabbing the hair on the top of your head and yanking your head back. She runs the fingers of her other hand over your face. “You’re fairly good with your tongue. Perhaps you can convince me to continue if...”
“If what?” You growl.
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