“Ohhhh, that Is nice,” you say.
Morelle squirms closer, pressing her warm and lovely body against you as her tail begins to eagerly suck at your hard cock. She leans against your shoulder, your bicep squeezed between her luscious breasts as she nibbles at your earlobe. It is impossible to invest much of your attention on what she is doing to your ear with her tail noisily slurping on your cock and gliding up and down your rigid length. The insistent sucking draws you closer to your limit by the moment and, if anything, her enthusiasm seems to be building.
“Yes, that’s it,” she gasps against your ear. “So hungry, Lucas. Feed me your essence.”
“Ahhhhh, Morelle,” you moan, your cock throbbing on the brink. So much precum is flowing into the hot, sucking vortex of her tail that your cock feels like a pat of butter melting in a pan.
“My tail feels so much better than a mean bite on your neck, doesn’t it?” She moans against you, rubbing your nipple through your tunic as her tail slurps your cock.
“Y-yes,” you moan. “Oh, Morelle, I’m going to… going to…”
“Yes!” She laughs. “Feed me your essence!”
“Ahhhhhhhh!” You throw back your head as her tail sucks you over the edge. Your cock erupts into the merciless suction. You feel the intense pressure of her feeding as you cum into her tail, violet light glowing brightly in Morelle’s eyes as her slurping tail raunchily drinks your cum and your life force. Your orgasm reaches its peak and sputters out and still her tail sucks relentlessly. You squirm with over-sensitivity and try to push her away.
“I need more,” she moans. “Why don’t you let me drink up all your essence, master?”
“W-what?! No! You—AAHHHH!”
Your hips jerk of their own volition as a second orgasm surges through your cock. You whimper with pleasure, Morelle clinging to you and her tail sucking loudly as it drinks another load of your cum. Her strength seems to grow as yours fades. You fall back onto the bed and she cradles your head against her soft breasts. Her tail is relentless, sucking you from your second orgasm to a third. Before you have time to catch your breath, a fourth orgasm, almost painfully intense, is rocking your body. Your balls feel as if they are going to burst.
“N-no,” you whimper softly.
You feel a fifth orgasm building, knowing it will be your last and that the succubus will finally have your soul. Her breasts are so warm. Her arms so strong. You smile despite your fear as you begin to cum inside her tail again. Darkness closes in around you as you feel her drinking the last of your essence.
Distantly, you hear the sound of something breaking. You hear the shrill voice of an angry Hina shouting, “Miss Morelle, you are being very bady!”
You feel something pull at you, but it’s too late to fight off the darkness. You close your eyes, smiling faintly as you disappear into the void.
You awaken on the floor in the hallway. Your lips are wet and your mouth burning with the taste of a potent healing potion. A Hina dressed in the white robes of a healer kneels beside you. The guide Hina stands over you, smiling sweetly. You groan and sit up and she helps you to your feet.
“Did you just…?” You croak.
“I rescued you from death, master,” says Hina. “I also am in the process of punishing, Miss Morelle.”
“Punishing?” You ask.
You hear a loud smack and a cry of pleasure from the other side of the door behind you. Morelle croons, “More! Harder!”
“Yes, Miss Morelle,” replaces the voice of a Hina and another, louder smacking sound follows.
“Where would you like to go now, master?” The guide Morelle asks sweetly.
What do you do?
It is time to return to the real world
Visit with Izabella the Vampiress
Visit with Oola the Slime Girl
Visit with Gretchen the Cow Girl
Get more training from Theora the Angel of Veleda
Spend some time with Hina the Golem Girl
Refuse her and strike her down with your sword
Though your cock throbs at the thought of submitting to Izabella’s demand, you are not so foolish that you would kneel before this deadly monster and submit to pleasuring her. She is treacherous and would likely kill you either the moment you were vulnerable or after she had her fill of your tongue upon her glistening cunt.
As she stands there with her skirt in her hands and her white gown held up around her waist, you sense a moment of opportunity. You have a chance to strike her down now, but only one chance.
“Alright,” you say. “I will give you what you want if you tell me the truth of Lady Rachelle’s plans.”
“Good boy,” she says. “Put away that weapon and come here. Have a taste of my cunt and let’s see if you truly know how to wag that tongue.”
You sheath your sword loosely and keep your hand on the grip. You take a step towards her, arms apart, a smile spreading on your face as if you are looking forward to stuffing your tongue into her delicate quim. She looks from you to her mound, spreading her cuntlips to entice you. Her slight distraction gives you your opening and with a motion intended to look as if you are falling to your knees, you lurch forward, springing upright again and drawing your blade in a fluid motion.
It is perhaps the best swordsmanship you have ever managed and your attack catches the vampiress by surprise.
“You!” She manages as your blade slashes at her throat.
Just as the holy sword is about to part the beautiful vampiress’s head from her shoulders, there is a bright flash of light that burns through your eyelids. You are staggered back a step by the force of the explosive light. You hear a scream from the vampiress, but it seems to fade into nothingness as if she is falling down a deep hole.
You open your eyes and see that the gem in the hilt of your sword is glowing pink. There is no sign of the vampiress.
“I’ve done it,” you say softly, turning your sword over in your grasp. It feels colder. The secrets she tempted you with are now locked inside the Crystal Sanctum. She will be interrogated at your leisure and with the help of Theora.
You sheath your sword and pick up the candelabrum. You give a last look around the well-furnished chamber of the vampiress and depart. On the castle’s ground floor you encounter the baroness.
“Did you… did she…?” She looks at you, tears quivering in her pale blue eyes.
“Yes,” you say. “She is beaten. She will not trouble you or your lands again, my lady.”
“Oh, thank you, Lucas!” She cries, throwing her arms around your shoulders and kissing your cheek.
“It was my duty,” you say, feeling bigger and more powerful than you have ever felt with the slender baroness in your arms.
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Special Ability
You keep your guard up as you circle with the menacing vampiress. The pulsating glow of your sword casts her mocking smile in sinister shadow.
“What are you waiting for, Lucas?” She laughs. “Strike me down if you are so brave!”
Despite her feminine charms, the vampiress is surely much stronger than you. Attacking her normally would be foolhardy. You decide to rely on one of the special skills you have learned from your monster girl companions.
Theora has taught you Dervish Strike, which allows you to call upon Veleda to unleash a whirling, furious assault with your sword. The first skill Theora taught you was Startle Eye, which conjures a blinding flash of light in the palm of your hand. Izabella, being a creature of the night, might be particularly vulnerable to the bright light.
Morelle has taught you a technique called Maddening pleasure which utilizes supernatural focus and intense sexual pleasuring to force a foe to experience powerful orgasms. While in the throes of pleasure, they will hopefully be defenseless.
Izabella hisses and lashes out at you with a claw-like hand. You manage to deflect the attack with your sword, but not before she has raked her nails over your forearm, drawing blood.
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p; “Almost had you!” The beautiful vampiress cackles with delight. “You’re distracted and I will prevail!”
You must act before she wears you down.
What do you do?
Use Startle Eye
Use Dervish Strike
Use Maddening Pleasure
Item
Izabella the vampiress glides to yours you as if floating an inch above the stones, her red eyes seeming to glow and her white fangs gleaming in her open-mouthed smile.
“What’s the matter, Lucas?” She mocks. “Not so brave after all?”
You try not to stare into her glowing eyes. You have heard of the mesmerizing powers of vampires. They can dominate you with their gaze and enslave you with their bite. You have to avoid all of her abilities, not just those deadly fangs.
Perhaps an item will help. For the first time you have more than one to aid you in your battle.
The Holy Symbol of Veleda provides a focus of strength and inspiration, allowing you to call upon the power of the goddess. The undead are said to be vulnerable to holy magic and yet the goddess’s power is diminished within the Nightlands. You are not sure it will be enough to overcome a powerful vampiress like Izabella.
You also have the two potions given to you by Gretchen the cow girl.
The Blue Milk Potion is said to enhance your masculine attributes, from your musculature to your manhood, temporarily lending you strength and vigor. Perhaps it will be enough to overcome the unholy strength of a vampiress.
The Pink Milk Potion is unknown to you. It looks similar to the other potion, but you are not certain what it will do when you drink it. Facing off against a deadly foe like a vampiress might not be the best time to experiment with Gretchen’s potion.
You circle Izabella, keeping your guard up and your sword raised as you consider your choice carefully.
Which item do you use?
Use the Holy Symbol of Veleda
Drink the Blue Milk Potion
Drink the Pink Milk Potion
Go with the baroness to her bedroom
You tell yourself that it is your sense of honor and propriety that makes you agree to follow the baroness to her bedroom. You try to convince yourself that your throbbing cock in your trousers has nothing to do with your desire to accompany her.
“This way,” she purrs, climbing a dusty staircase to the second floor of the castle.
You follow the lovely baroness through the empty halls, past more portraits and to a bedroom on the castle’s third floor. The chamber overlooks the castle’s neglected courtyard. The windows rattle against the cold mountain wind and the unlit fireplace is cold and damp from the night’s rain. Above the massive bed with its ornate headboard hangs a detailed portrait of the baron. He stares at you with large, dark eyes that seem to accuse you.
“Here we are,” says the baroness, setting her candle aside. She walks to the foot of the bed, turning and shedding her gown from her slender shoulders. You suck in a breath as the falling gown catches on her erect nipples for a moment. It drops free, revealing her youthful body, her perk breasts and pale pink nipples the size of tiny pebbles. Her hips are slender and her mound, tufted in pale golden hair, seems so delicate it looks almost virginal. “My husband is dead and I am so alone in this big castle. I need a man to warm my body. To fill me… mmmmm… with the pleasure I crave.”
You stare in astonishment as the pale and lovely baroness walks back to you, running her hands over your chest and up to your face. She leans in to try to kiss you and you push her away. Your gaze flicks from her pale blue eyes to the portrait of her husband on the wall.
“Mmmm? What is it?” She wonders. “Do I not arouse you?”
“This is not right,” you say, pushing her gently away.
She whirls away from you and climbs onto her bed, her firm, peachy bottom pale and her quim a delicate pink between her toned thighs. She turns over onto her back, propping her back against the headboard as she parts her thighs and strokes her fuzzy quim. She spreads the pink folds of her cunt to reveal her glistening inner pink. Your cock twitches at the sight of such a lewd display.
“Make love to me, Lucas,” she moans, rubbing her clit and arching her back. “I have been cooped up alone in this castle. It has been weeks since my husband died and I haven’t had a proper man since. I need you to show me what a man you are.”
You know it is wrong, but your cock is painfully erect at the sight of the baroness’s behavior.
What do you do?
Pleasure the baroness
Make love to the baroness
Roughly fuck the baroness
Call upon Veleda for strength
Pay Rianna to warm your bed tonight
You glance around the mostly-empty tavern to be sure Theora has not returned. Once you feel sure that the angel is not watching, you grin at the busty barmaid and pluck your coin purse from your belt. You slide them across the table to Rianna and they disappear into a pouch of her apron in an instant. In a swirl of skirt and a toss of her scarlet hair, Rianna rises from her seat.
“Go about yer business, lad,” she says. “I’ll be by your room later.”
“Later?” You say.
“Got dishes to do,” she says. “Got to cook pap his supper. Then I’ll come an’ we’ll have a roll in yer bed, awright?”
“Yeah, um, yeah, that sounds nice,” you laugh, your face flushed.
“Bet it does!” She says with a wink. She swings her hips as she saunters off to the backroom of the tavern.
Scarcely a moment after Rianna leaves, Theora descends the stairs from the rooms on the inn’s upper floor, bringing with her that air of superiority that is both alluring and absolutely stifling. She sees you sitting alone at the table and looms over you.
“The rooms are warded and ready for occupation,” she says, looming over you. “Have you managed to gain any useful information or have you mucked that up?”
“Actually, yeah, I learned quite a bit,” You say, rising to your feet.
Theora raises a golden eyebrow and looks at you dubiously. “I rather thought you would spend all your time flirting with that plump barmaid.”
“Oh, there was a bit of that,” you say. “But…”
You relate everything you managed to learn from Theora about Baroness Lydia and the witch called Izabella. Theora grudgingly admits that you did a better job than she expected. You don’t add the fact that all of your information came from Rianna.
“Then the castle is our destination in the morning,” says Theora. “Tonight, we rest and gather our strength. You will need it to face down a vampiress, even in the daytime. She will be weakened, but here in the Nightlands she will not be in a deep sleep like the undead elsewhere. Come, let us retire to our rooms.”
You offer no objection and follow Theora up the stairs. You cannot help but admire her ample bottom in her gauzy gown, her wide hips swinging side to side as you climb the stairs behind her. It makes you think of Rianna’s plump rear swishing about in her skirt and how you are going to manhandle that scarlet-haired tease.
Theora escorts you to your room and shows you inside past the wards chalked on the floor and walls. There is a tiny table, a ramshackle chair, and a bed that slumps as if it has been broken repeatedly and poorly mended.
“A small bed,” you note.
“Your room,” she says sternly. “Mine is next door. Do not leave this room. We do not know what blood-hungry creatures might be stalking the halls of this inn late at night.”
“There’s a comforting thought,” you say.
“Goodnight, Lucas,” she says, backing out of the room. “Sleep well.”
She pulls the door closed behind her. You strip down to your tunic and under shorts and sit down on the edge of your bed. Your cock twitches at the thought of Rianna’s lovely cleavage and her bawdy manner.
You do not have long to wait before you hear a soft, musical knock at your door.
“Lucas?” She calls out through the door.
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br /> Your heart beats a little faster as you open the door and greet the comely barmaid. She has washed and powdered her face and let her hair silky scarlet hair down past her pale shoulders. Her full lips curl into a sweet smile and there is just enough candlelight that you can make out the freckles visible beneath the powder on her face.
“Rianna,” you murmur, taking her hand. “Come in, please.”
She laughs as she embraces you, pushing you back into the room with her body and smacking a sloppy kiss against your lips.
“You’re so formal,” she giggles. “Let’s get this door locked, love, and then we’ll get to it!”
She turns with a swing of her hips and a whirl of her skirt and she bolts the door. When she turns back, her eyes are burning with lust.
“Bein’ honest,” she says breathlessly, pushing you back into the room, “I had a hope you’d want a roll with me the moment you walked in. Don’t get much in the way of handsome boys comin’ in to the tavern. Mostly withered up old men that can hardly get their cocks up!”
She grabs for the bulge in your shorts and you stumble back a step. She laughs at your sudden reluctance and pulls you down onto the bed, lifting up her skirt as she climbs up to straddle your hips. You feel the warmth of her thatched cunt, bare beneath her skirt, pressing against your taut under shorts.
“Ooh, a nice one down there,” she says, grinding her quim against your hardness. Her eager kiss does not permit you much of a reply. She wiggles her hips and grinds her pussy against you, further stoking your lust.
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