“Do not fight it,” moans Theora. “Clean my dirty pussy. Clean up the cum of a superior beast.”
Her fingers slide into your hair and you do not fight as the beautiful angel pulls your face back to her blushing, cum-smeared cunt. You stick out your tongue and taste the awful, salty taste of the yegrilla’s spunk. You look up at Theora as you begin to lick up the brute’s plentiful cum. She squeezes her inner muscles and more trickles out from between her folds. You lap it all up, your cock stiff between your legs as you pleasure and clean Theora’s freshly-used pussy.
“You good slave,” says the yegrilla, pulling you roughly away. “I fuck mate more now.”
He climbs atop Theora and begins to rut his huge cock into her depths. You look away, utterly beaten and enslaved by the mossy-furred brute who rules this village. All hope of completing your quest is lost. You are nothing but a cuckolded slave to a monster.
CONTINUE >
Hand over the sword and ask for the Succubus Queen to pleasure you
Your mother and sister are beautiful, the idea of joining them in some taboo pleasure is exciting, but their erotic magnetism is nothing compared to the raw sexuality of the Succubus Queen. You meet her glowing gaze and you feel your cock shift in your trousers. You hold the sword out to her and she gently takes it from your hands, turning it over in her grasp.
“Very good, Lucas,” she says. “You have made a wise decision. And which will you take for your pleasure?”
“I would like you, your majesty,” you say, bowing your head respectfully. “I have not seen a more beautiful woman in all my journeys. You are exquisite and luscious.”
“You desire me?” She laughs, clasping a hand against her enormous breasts as if flattered by your request. “Not your lovely sister or mother?”
You glance at them and they both look at you with pleading eyes.
“I want you,” you say, looking back into the hypnotic gaze of the Succubus Queen.
“Very well,” said Lady Rachelle. “You shall have me.”
She takes your hand and leads you from the throne room. You are glad she wears gloves upon her hand or you think you might explode. Even the sight of her twitching hips and gently bouncing buttocks as she walks slightly ahead of you is nearly enough to make you cum. You try to focus on making your way through the immaculate halls.
“Of course you know,” says Lady Rachelle, “that I will devour your soul. I will consume every scrap and make you mine. You understand that?”
“Y-yes,” you say, cold fear spiking through your hot haze of lust. “I am done fighting. I have brought you the sword and I want to claim my prize.”
“Oh, yes, your prize,” she laughs. “Very well, Lucas. Be the last man to share my bed before I ascend to become a living god.”
She leads you into an extravagant bedroom of gold and crimson silk, a bed as large as the dining room of your farm house spread out before you. Each post of the bed is a different statue of Rachelle, nude, in an erotic pose. Even these statues cause your cock to twitch.
“Remove your clothing, Lucas LeBlanc,” says Rachelle, looking you over slowly. “And know the pleasure of the greatest lover in all of existence.”
You undress in a stumbling rush, very nearly tripping up over your borrowed riding boots in your haste to get your trousers off. Your cock bounces free, stiff and crimson, and you hear a chuckle from the lovely succubus as she observes. You pop buttons on your shirt as you pull it off and toss it aside, panting with need and grinning like a fool as you finally stand naked before Rachelle.
“My, my,” she says. “Aren’t we eager? Very well…”
She wiggles the fingers of her left hand and her extravagant costume melts away, revealing her creamy mounds in their full glory with her huge breasts impossibly perky, her areolas wide and violet-tinged and her nipples as thick as a nursing mother. Her slender waist draws your eyes back to the widening of her hips. Her ass is plush and round without giving way to fat. Her glorious cunt glistens with desire as she parts her creamy thighs and uses her fingers to spread her raunchy folds.
“Come and meet your fate, Lucas,” she croons. “Taste your damnation.”
You sink between her plush thighs, kissing and caressing them as you approach the heathen warmth of her cunt. She sighs, plucking at her nipples with both hands and tilts her hips to present you with her lewd body. You breathe her scent, so strong and intoxicating, and run your tongue over her violet-tinged cuntlips. The taste of the slightest drop of her nectar is enough to make you cum. You moan, falling upon her pussy, thrusting your tongue deep into her tight channel as your cock explodes, untouched, in messy pumps upon the floor of her boudoir.
“Nnnnnnmmmmm!” You cry with pleasure, spurting again and again uselessly onto the floor as you suck and lick Rachelle’s sweet cunt.
“Ohh, that’s right, Lucas,” she laughs. “I am irresistible. Now that you have tasted the dew of my loins, you have no choice but to surrender fully.”
“Nnnyyesss,” you agree, your tongue half-buried in her fluttering cunt and her nectar dripping from your chin. You suck and lick the fat bud of her clit. You wallow in her nectar and sweet fragrance. You moan submissively as her thick thighs squeeze around your head.
“Come here,” she says. “Bring me your cock. I want a taste fresh from your tap.”
You kneel on the bed beside her, trembling, your cock jerking as she sprawls on her side and lazily takes hold of your manhood. You barely resist the urge to cum at this lightest touch. She grasps your shaft and leans forward, her tongue curling around your tip. You let out a strangled cry of pleasure and begin to cum as the warmth of her mouth descends and envelops your cock. It is a pleasure like nothing Morelle or Theora or any of your other lovers could ever provide. You cum again and again into her mouth, one orgasm blurring into the next, your essence departing with each gush of your seed.
Rachelle finally relinquishes her hold on your cock with a wet pop of her mouth. She laughs and declares, “Absolutely delicious. You were woth the wait. Now then, Lucas, prepare to meet your end.”
“Oh, Rachelle,” you moan as she embraces you and kisses you.
She pulls you atop her, guiding you with powerful hands until your hips are positions between her thighs. She seems bigger than you, giant even, but you find her easily enough and sink your cock into her hot pussy. It so tight and warm, squeezes you so expertly, that you cum again in an instant. She kisses you as you spurt your seed deep into her demonic cunt and you feel her sucking out nearly all of your essence.
Weak, gasping for breath, you move your hips, fucking into her. You gaze down into her rippling perfection, her huge breasts heaving with each stroke of your frail body. She writhes to meet you, laughing contemptuously as you fuck her.
“That’s it,” she hisses. “One last cum for you, Lucas. Go on, give it to me. Give me your soul.”
“Oh, Rachelle,” you moan, squeezing her huge breasts in both your feeble hands. You thrust as fast as you can into her slick pussy, finally crying out desperately as your pleasure surges.
You explode deep inside her pussy, her walls seizing around you and clutching at you with every desperate stroke. Your cock throbs again and again, pouring out your cum and your soul with each orgasmic spike. You look into her violet eyes, at her predatory smile, and you feel yourself plunging into her.
“That’s it,” she coos. “Don’t fight it. Descend into me.”
“Ahhhh,” you cry, one last jolt of fear that everything is lost easily swallowed up by that warm, inviting darkness within her.
Your empty husk crumples atop her, lifeless and desiccated. She shoves it aside, licking her lips with satisfaction at the meal you have provided her demonic hunger.
You have been devoured by the Succubus Queen. Your journey is at an end.
BAD END
Show mercy to the Succubus Queen
You look into your mother’s pleading eyes and feel Genevieve pulling at the leg of your trousers and
you know you cannot slay the Succubus Queen. You lower the sword slowly.
“Very well,” you say. “If you surrender to me, I will show you mercy.”
“She surrenders,” cries your mother.
“Oh, Lucas, thank you for sparing her,” moans Genevieve, blotting at the tears dropping from her eyes.
“Yes,” says the Succubus Queen with a relieved look. “Oh, you are too powerful for me, Lucas. I yield to your might. I surrender myself to your mercy.”
“Good,” you say and sheath your sword. “There is no reason we cannot work together to end this madness. You are a rational being.”
“Yes,” she says, the wound on her chest sealing up and disappearing. “Yes, I am. And I am so grateful. Let me show you, Lucas. Let me show you my gratitude.”
“That’s not… um…” Your words trail off as your mother and sister climb to their feet and press against either side of your body. Your sister draws your attention with a stroke of your cheek. You gaze into her blue eyes heavy with lust. Your mother turns your face to her, leaning even closer, and whispers warmly against you, “We are all so grateful for your mercy, Lucas.”
You are entranced by your mother’s big blue eyes that are mysteriously flecked with violet. Your cock twitches as your sister and mother caress your chest, their hands sliding lower. Your refusal of their affection dies on your lips as you realize Lady Rachelle is on her knees before you, working your belt open with her practiced hands. Your eyes widen further as she unbuttons your pants and slides them down your thighs, allowing your hard, crimson cock to bounce free.
“W-what are you doing?” You manage.
“I am on my knees for you, mighty conqueror,” she whispers, taking holding of your cock and sending a tingling thrill of pleasure through your body. “Let me show my gratitude by sucking your big cock.”
She looks up at you adoringly, her plump breasts resting atop one of her arms, her other hand grasping your cock. You can see her in her full glory, her armor gone, her plump rear resting against her heels. Your manhood twitches in her grasp and drools out a strand of precum that spatters against the upper swell of her luscious breasts. She leans in, pink tongue reaching out, finding your cockhead and flicking beneath it. Her full, soft lips part wider, her eyes closing halfway as she moans and takes you into the exquisitely warm, wet vice of her sucking mouth.
You cum instantly. Your cock throbs between her lips and she moans with amusement, sucking quite hard to draw out each pulse of your spunk. As your seed fires into her mouth, you feel an even deeper pleasure and you know that she is feeding upon your essence.
“N-no,” you gasp, trying to step back, but you are held in place by your sister and your mother. Their hands are suddenly like iron shackles, their eyes mad with lustful hatred and distinct violet glows.
“Ohhhhhhh goddess, help me,” you cry out, a second orgasm exploding from your cock and into Rachelle’s slurping mouth. The only answer is that awful sucking sensation, drawing you deeper into her mouth, into that hot wet void that seeks to devour your very soul.
“Oh, Lucas,” she moans, rolling your cum in her mouth, “so delicious. One more and I will finish you off.”
She bobs hungrily, moaning and sucking at your cock, eyes looking up at you and glowing with fiendish delight. You cannot escape, you cannot even fight it as the pleasure swells inside you. Even though you know you are doomed, you cannot stop it. You thrust your hips pitifully, fucking her mouth with two strokes and exploding as your cock pushes into her silky throat. She gulps around you, swallowing your spurting seed and your essence with each pump of ecstasy.
You feel the warmth all around you. The darkness swallowing you up. And then you are falling and your mother and sister are laughing.
Your soul has been devoured by the Succubus Queen. Your adventure is at an end.
BAD END
Reunited in the Crystal Sanctum
The sensation of falling recedes and you feel firm ground beneath you. It takes a while longer for the pink light to fade out, revealing a familiar grassy terrain, a stone road, and the white walls of the palace within the Crystal Sanctum. The sky above you is a sunset pink and as you push yourself into a sitting position you find a smiling Hina waiting to greet you.
“Hello, master,” she says, offering you a hand up.
“My mother and sister,” you say, pulling yourself up against her. “Did they…?”
You words trail off as you see Genevieve and your mother rising to their feet in the grass behind Hina. Another version of the golem is approaching them.
“Genevie!” You cry, pushing past Hina and running to your sister.
“Lucas!” She cries and you catch her in her arms and lift her up, kissing her cheek and embracing her tightly. You turn around in a circle, holding her in your arms, and by the time you finish a revolution your mother is waiting to hug you.
“My sweet boy,” she says, somehow looking both happy and sad at the same time. You do not try to pick your mother up, but you hug her just as tightly as you hugged Genevieve, breathing in her familiar scent and trying not to think about the way the imposter of your mother tried to seduce you.
“I thought you were dead,” you say, wiping moisture welling in your eyes. “And then when she had those two creatures posing as the two of you… I…”
“You almost gave in to our charms, huh?” Genevieve jokes, nudging you with an elbow.
“Everything she said was a lie,” you say, but search your mother’s eyes for agreement and find none.
“No,” says your mother. She turns her back on you and gazes out at the forest and strange mountains that border the castle’s inland walls. “Not everything was a lie, Lucas. The goddess poisoned your father and in my need for revenge I summoned Lady Rachelle. I thought she could hurt Veleda. I did not realize the pain I would cause so many others.”
You remember Veleda in the cave just before entering Chthona, radiant and terrible, tearing the wings off Theora and casting her back into the world.
“Veleda did this, not you,” you say, placing a reassuring hand on your mother’s shoulders.
“No,” says your mother, turning back to you with tears in her eyes. “No, we were both wrong. We both let evil into this world.”
“It’s over now,” you say, hugging her tightly again. “We are safe.”
“Yes, no more trouble from me,” says Lady Rachelle, joining your hug with your mother.
“You!” Genevieve shouts. “Mutandis Pentatis!”
A glowing pentagram appears in the air, throwing the Succubus Queen back and knocking her onto her bottom in the grass.
“Wait!” You shout as Genevieve readies another spell. “Stop it! She has been captured. She cannot hurt us here.”
“That is not exactly true, master,” says Hina, but you motion her to silence.
“What is this place?” Genevieve asks, looking around at the castle and mountains and sunset sky as if just noticing it.
“We’ve been sucked into the Holy Sword of Veleda,” you say. It occurs to you that the sword was in Chthona, in the throne room of the Succubus Queen. “Hina, where is the sword now?”
“We have left the mortal realm and are traveling to the goddess’s heavenly palace,” says the nearest Hina. “You are no longer the master of the sword and it will be returned to her. We will arrive in three minutes, relative.”
“Wait, we are going to Veleda?” Lady Rachelle gets up off the ground. “I cannot have that. She will burn me into cinders.”
“The goddess will judge everyone within the Crystal Sanctum,” explains Hina.
Your mother, sister, and Lady Rachelle begin to argue with one another. Your mother seems to take the position that she will kill Veleda herself, while Genevieve and the Succubus Queen are exchanging accusations about who deserves to be incinerated by Veleda. Your family and the Succubus Queen are not the only ones facing the harsh judgment of Veleda. Every monster girl you have met and defeated is in the sword a
nd will likely be punished by Veleda.
You take the opportunity to step away and speak with Hina in a low, quiet voice.
“What is Veleda going to do to all the monster girls?” You ask her softly.
“She will judge them each by their deeds. She does not frequently show mercy, master.” The Hina gives you a sympathetic smile, her glassy blue eyes betraying no actual emotion.
“They are my friends, Hina,” you say, though you might describe some of them as more than friends. “I cannot allow them to be punished and killed by Veleda. I don’t particularly want to be incinerated by an angry goddess either.”
“Alright, master,” says Hina. “I can help you.”
Electricity snaps and the Succubus Queen howls in pain, having evidently come too close to your sister or mother. You do not have time to intervene.
“What can you do?” You ask Hina.
“I can discharge the crystal heart and transmit all of the monster girls and humans near to their point of origin. I cannot transmit the Succubus Queen back to Chthona or send the plant girl back to the jungle of Saturana. I can send them close, however.”
“And my mother and sister?” You ask, feeling a growing tension.
“I can send them back with the monster girls,” she says. “Or to your farm.”
“Send them to my farm,” you say. “And the others back as well. Is there time to say goodbye to the girls?”
“I am sorry, no, master,” she says.
“Do it then,” you say. “Send them all back.”
Hina gets a distant look in her glassy eyes. The air begins to hum, the clouds rippling, silent pink lightning crackling in the clouds. The hum grows louder and your hairs stand on end.
“What is happening?!” Genevieve cries.
“It’s alright,” you shout over the building hum, hoping it truly is alright. The hum builds to a painful volume and pitch, the sky alive with pulsing pink capillaries of electricity. Suddenly there is a pulse you feel behind your eyes and your mother, sister, and Lady Rachelle disappear.
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