“Show her mercy, brother!” Genevieve wails and drops to her knees beside Rachelle. “She can be shown the error of her ways!”
“Yes, forgive me,” gasps Rachelle. “I have been a victim of Veleda, just like you.”
Rachelle’s violet eyes glisten with tears as your mother and sister cling to the Succubus Queen, pleading for her life.
“You have it all wrong, my sweet son,” says your mother. “You cannot strike her down.”
What do you do?
Strike down the Succubus Queen
Show mercy to the Succubus Queen
Use the Startle Eye ability
You dodge another lash from Nepenthia’s vines. You stumble on the recovery and she laughs, her monstrous eyes glittering. She has eyes, she is watching you, so she can be blinded. You will use Startley Eye and then finish her off!
You ball your off hand into a fist and intone a quiet prayer to Veleda. You reach out to the goddess from the darkness of this primordial jungle. She is so far away, but you feel her golden warmth inside you, welling up and filling your hand with her blessing. With a shout, you thrust your first toward Nepenthia’s face, open your hand, and unleash the Startle Eye.
Even with your eyes closed, the intense white flash of light is painfully bright. Nepenthia cries out, covering her eyes with her human hands. The after-image of the flash is still in your vision as you feel vines wrapping around your limbs.
“Oooooh that was so pretty,” coos Nepenthia and you realize she has not been hurt at all. “I do not get much light down deep in the jungle. I felt wonderful.”
“N-no,” you gasp as she strips your sword from your hand with her vines.
“Do it again,” she coos, stroking you with her human hands. “Please?”
“Let Theora go,” you grunt, fighting against her vines, “and I will do it as much as you want.”
“Mmmmmm, I think not,” says Nepenthia. She tears your tunic open with her human hands and leans down, kissing your muscular chest and running her tongue over your tiny nipples. You shudder as you feel her unbuckling your belt.
“Stop this,” you gasp.
“Shhhhh, stop fighting and enjoy it,” murmurs the plant girl as she takes down your trousers. Your undershorts follow and you moan as her soft hands caress your cock and your bollocks. She holds a hand up and spits a long stream of golden saliva into her palm. You watch in horror as she smears this on your cock. It is slippery and warms your flesh as she massages it into the shaft and the head of your cock. Worse, the more she strokes, the more you forget all your worries.
“Ohhhh, that’s… that’s good,” you moan.
“Yes, it is,” she says. “We can go into one of my pitchers and I will give you such pleasure. Would you like that, Lucas?”
You hear a moan and see Theora’s silhouette writhing in one of the pitchers. For a moment, you remember your mission and your need to save the angel from being digested by the plant girl. Then you feel Nepenthia’s hot mouth slurp around your cock, drawing your aching manhood into her eager mouth. Her honey coats your cock and drips from your balls as she bobs hungrily on your manhood. You thrust your hips against the creaking vines and she laughs with your cock in her mouth.
“Aaahhhhh!” You cry, forgetting all your worries as your cock throbs with pleasure. You erupt into Nepenthia’s sucking mouth and she moans around you, slurping and greedily swallowing every pump of cum into the back of her throat. She pulls free of your still-hard and crimson cock with a loud pop and satisfied moan.
“Are you ready for your new home, Lucas?” She asks, standing and taking your hand.
“Y-yes,” you say, a submissive smile on your face. “Anything, Nepenthia.”
“Such a good boy,” she laughs. The vines release you and the plant girl leads you across the clearing to one of her pitchers. It slowly tilts down, revealing a fleshy pink interior. You and Nepenthia climb inside and the pitcher tips upright once more. For a moment, you are afraid. Then the plant girl kisses you sweetly and the pitcher begins to fill with the pleasurably warm amber liquid.
“Nothing to worry about here,” whispers Nepenthia against your lips. “Now fuck me, Lucas.”
She turns and presses her body against the inside of the pitcher, thrusting her pert bottom and blushing cunt back towards you. The flower is gone, it must have fallen off to reveal her lovely human pussy. You cannot stop yourself, you grab her slender waist and thrust your hard cock deep into the warm, slick cove of Nepenthia’s pussy. As you fuck her, your pleasure rising quickly, the level of the amber liquid goes from your ankles to just below your waist.
“It feels so good,” you moan, not sure if you mean her clutching cunt or the warm liquid up past your knees.
“This is a happy place,” says Nepenthia, pushing her tight pussy back onto your cock. “We can have so much fun together.”
“Oh, gods, yes,” you cry, fucking harder and faster into her, desperately pounding her peachy pussy until you feel your cum rising. You lean over her, sweat dripping onto her pale green flesh as you take her in powerful thrusts timed to your orgasm. Pump after pump of your spunk pours into her plant girl pussy. That naughty flower seems to drink your cum, eager for every spurt.
“So delicious,” moans Nepenthia, sliding gently off your cock. Not a drop of your spunk drains out of her. She turns and eases you back into the liquid. She mounts you beneath the surface as only your head and neck are still above the liquid.
“Are you ready to melt for me?” She coos, her lips close to yours.
“Yesss,” you hiss.
“Good,” she says, kissing you and sharing her sweet saliva. “Melt in my pitcher.”
She rides you as the process begins. You cum again and again inside her, the warm liquid sloshing around you as your body becomes weaker and weaker. You caress her and kiss her and thrust into her until you can no longer move. She continues to ride you as you dissolve into the liquid, warm and happy, disappearing into the darkness beyond.
CONTINUE >
Attack
You have no intention of letting some half-tentacle, half-busty-blonde creature drag you into the river and suck the life out of you. Not even if having your life sucked out would feel amazing. You learned your lesson about that from Morelle. And Izabella. And sometimes Oola.
“Stay back, fiend!” You shout, brandishing your sword.
“Stay back? I have to get close for us to get to know each other,” says Charlotte, darting towards you and lashing out with her tentacles.
You slice at one of her tentacles, your blade cutting into the rubbery flesh. She cries out, withdrawing her limbs as blue-tinted blood dribbles from the wound.
“You awful man!” Charlotte cries. “How dare you cut me with your piece of metal!”
“I’ll slice up those tentacles and fry them in oil!” You shout, charging at her and swinging your sword.
Charlotte’s brow furrows in anger and her strange eyes seem to blaze with her fury. You realize, too late, that you have unleashed the Kraken.
“I will have your seed if I must twist it out of you!” Charlotte screams and meets your charge, her tentacles flailing at you. One wraps around your arm, wrenching it nearly out of your shoulder socket as she strips the sword from your grasp. She tosses you into the air like a ragdoll, tearing off your boots, clothing, and shirt, spilling your pouch and travel pack, and hanging you by your ankles. You are eye to eye with her as she suspends you upside down in midair.
“Let me go!” You cry, unable to kick your legs for the tentacles tightly binding them. “Put me down!”
“Shut up,” she says and smacks you in your face with a slap of her tentacle. The slimy tendril creepy up your inverted body towards your cock. You hiss as the cool flesh and suckers of her tentacle wrap around your flaccid cock.
She begins to stroke you and tug at your manhood. Another tentacle slides between your thighs, wrapping your bollocks before crawling its tip to your anus. You suck in a breath as the t
ip of her tentacle violates your tight hole, shocking you as it slips inside. The insertion stimulates your body and your cock becomes intensely stiff and swollen. Her slimy tentacle thrusts in and out of your ass, a sensation that is both horrifying and pleasurable.
Your cock begins to twitch and before you realize what is happening you are shooting out huge spurts of milky cum. Your seed spatters Charlotte’s breasts and shoulders and drips from her face. She stares at you angrily, milking you with her tentacles, forcing out your massive orgasm.
“Do you like that?” She asks, flicking your cum from her face with one of her tentacles. “I am going to force you to fertilize all my eggs, nasty little human, and you will never escape by lair.”
“Wait,” you whimper, your cock still hard and twitching. “What do you mean lair?”
Charlotte ignores your question and drags you across the muddy shore. She plunges into the water, her tentacles trailing behind her like a skirt and you caught by the two longest and most powerful of her tendrils. She pulls you under the rapidly flowing water, through the murky river and down into the depths. Your ears ache with the pressure and you feel certain you are about to drown.
Suddenly, Charlotte jerks you through a tunnel in a rocky outcropping underwater and you surface in a grotto deep beneath the riverbank. The musty smell of water and decay are overpowering, but you suck in grateful gulps of air as Charlotte pulls you onto a bed of soft river weed.
“Now you are home,” she says, sliding atop you and binding you with her tentacles. “And you can provide me with all the seed I could ever want.”
Your eyes widen and you gasp as you feel her sliding a tentacle back into your ass. The fullness and cold, slimy sensation stiffens your cock. The Scylla girl slithers atop you, wrapping you up tightly as a tentacle draws your hardness to the hot cove of her pussy.
“There,” she croons. “Do you feel it, human? You will fertilize me every day until your stones are emptied. I will never let you go.”
“Oohhhhhh,” you whimper as she slides the hot cauldron of her cunt down onto your cock and begins to fuck your ass with her tentacle. She smiles cruelly, riding your hard cock and fucking you relentlessly, her squishing tentacle probing some spot inside your ass that is driving you quickly towards the brink. You cry out, pitifully, “Oh! I’m cumming! I’m going to… ahhhhhh!”
Your cock erupts inside her and she laughs knowingly, twitching her human hips and squeezing your spurting cock with her steamy inner walls. You cum again and again, driven to a terrifyingly long orgasm by the hot walls of her pussy and the relentless thrusting of the tentacle in your ass.
“That’s it,” croons Charlotte, bucking her hips. “Cum again and again for me. Soak my eggs in your virile human seed. Then I’ll give you a little rest before we start again.”
“A-again?” You stammer, your cock still twitching inside her pussy.
“That’s right,” she says. “You are my mate forever.”
Your moan of despair is covered by a cruel kiss, her slimy tongue thrusting into your mouth like another ravenous tentacle. You tremble inside her, the tentacle in your ass driving you towards another orgasm without your cock ever softening.
Looking up into her monstrous eyes, feeling the damning pleasure of her squeezing cunt, you know you will never escape. You will spend your life mating with the Scylla girl.
CONTINUE >
Follow the jungle path
“Better the danger we know, right?” You say.
You lead the way beneath the arch and follow the path, faint as it is. The jungle is rampant and the travelers on this path too infrequent to create much more than a thinning of the undergrowth. Here and there you encounter bald patches of mud, spotting more footprints of goblins and less identifiable creatures.
Although you are unpleasantly tense, the path does at least make for quicker going. Theora seems to know the general direction of the mountains you are seeking and the path seems to continue in this direction. You never see the mountains, not with these overlapping layers of massive jungle trees, but you trust that Theora knows her way.
You reach an area where the terrain is more broken up into green outcroppings of vines hanging over rocks and narrow gulches carved by streams. It is the closest thing you have come to a clearing since entering Saturana. Far from easing your worry, it increases your fear that you may encounter one or more of the creatures that traveled the path ahead of you and Theora.
Your concerns prove well-founded.
“Watch out,” hisses Theora.
You hear the goblins speaking to one another in high, guttural voices a moment before you see them and they see you. There are four of them, crouched around a stream, washing the blood from a gutted amphibian similar to a huge bullfrog. They look at you with beady red eyes and quickly abandon the meal they were preparing.
The four goblins stand upright only slightly taller than your waist. They are bald, with mottled green-brown skin, pointed ears, unpleasantly large noses, and long, spindly limbs. They are wearing loincloths and armed with crude bows and arrows. You brandish your sword as they scurry to better vantage points and nock their arrows.
“Watch out for those arrows,” murmurs Theora. “Goblins like to tip them with poison. You should let me handle this.”
“You?” You glance at Theora. Her full attention is on the goblins.
“Or one of the monster girls,” she says. “Call one forth from your sword to fight the goblins. Their poison will not work on us.”
One of the goblins takes a step closer to you and Theora, stepping out ahead of his comrades. He is slightly larger than the other three. He calls out in a high, scratchy voice, “What you want, humans?”
“He speaks,” says Theora was some surprise.
“I speak,” says the goblin. “What you want? You not go here. This our place. You leave.”
“Not really an option,” you say.
“Then we fight,” growls the goblin.
What do you do?
Tell Theora to fight the goblins
Call upon Morelle to defeat the goblins
Call upon Oola to defeat the goblins
Call upon Gretchen to defeat the goblins
Call upon Izabella to defeat the goblins
Call upon Yasmeen to defeat the goblins
Follow the mysterious path through the jungle
You decide that making your way through fruit that might explode and dissolve your face is worse than whatever could be on the mysterious path through the jungle.
“We go that way,” you say, pointing to the path at the bottom of the hill.
“Very well,” says Theora. “Let us hope that luck is on our side.”
You and the beautiful angel set off down the hill and into the jungle. This path is overgrown compared to any you have traveled so far, sometimes disappearing entirely before you or Theora can locate its continuation in the dense foliage.
You hack your way through thick jungle ferns and fight your way past stinging insects that seem to want to buzz down into your shirt. The heat of day builds around you, as oppressive as the dark canopy of the trees. Various jungle birds and animals call out from the trees. Some birds sing dirges and there is some screaming call that reminds you of a terrified child. Needless to say, this caterwauling does nothing to calm your nerves.
“This is worse than the city,” you mutter to Theora. “I visited Elzeheim once, when Genevieve first joined the wizard’s academy there. Awful place, rats everywhere, too many people. Cutpurses in every alley. There were respites though. The temples, the public squares, the bustling market. But this…”
“The jungle is the city of the wild things,” says Theora. “And this jungle is cursed. It is one giant slum of thieves and murderers and they will all take what they can if you give them the chance.”
“Right,” you say, nodding and casting a wary glance at snapping foliage nearby. “Let’s not give them any chances.”
You continue on your way
, beating a path through the jungle and fighting off various pests and vermin. You are not aware that you have reached a village until you notice that the trees have thinned out. Theora tugs at the sleeve of your tunic and points at a cabin. It has collapsed and it overgrown with broad-leafed vines. You spy several more buildings, camouflaged by vines and, in one case, sporting a small tree from inside the structure.
Despite the ruinous state of the village, there is a sense that someone is here. You are certain it is either your imagination or spirits.
And then the green man steps out from the largest of the structures.
He stands two heads taller than you, broad-chested and covered in thick fur with a distinctive mossy green color. His huge arms and torso are longer than a human’s, giving him the appearance of a great ape, and he walks with a swaggering movement that suggests the same. A strange symbol glows on his chest, indicating he is under the influence of or using magic. His face is simian, with a heavy brow and small, dark eyes. He sees you and Theora and peels back his lips to reveal fangs so large they are almost tusks.
“A yegrilla,” gasps Theora. “I thought they died off long ago.”
“OoOoooO!” The creature bellows, thumping his chest with fists as big as your head. He charges forward, skidding to a stop barely an arm’s length away. He exudes a foul vegetable smell and you realize the green mossy color of his fur might be some sort of growth of plant matter clinging to his furry body. His dark eyes burn with hatred and you cannot help but notice the thick cock dangling between his short, muscular legs. When he speaks, it is with a savage voice and a tongue that struggles to form words. “You invade my home? I smash you to bits!”
“That symbol,” says Theora. “That is a fertility rune. Old magic.”
“That right,” snarls the yegrilla. “I need to breed. I make you bride, pretty bird creature. And I make little boy into slave!”
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