“What is this? A boy come to me?”
“I’m Lucas!” You cry.
“I’m Charlotte!” She replies, mimicking your tone.
Her weight shifts and she reaches up to your face to caress it with one of her tentacles. She reaches down with a hand and strokes the other side of your face.
“You are a very handsome boy,” she purrs. “I want to make many babies with you.”
“That…that’s what I want too,” you gasp, smiling despite your fear. “I…I came to find you. To find, um, to find a mate.”
“OooooooOOooh,” she croons excitedly, her body shivering and her tentacles reaching into your trousers and popping the buttons. You suck in a breath as her cool, slimy tentacles make contact with your sensitive manhood. Your cock stiffens against her touch and she giggles. “Very excited boy. Let us make some babies right now.”
“Ohhhh, yes,” you moan.
Once Charlotte knows you have no intention of resisting her, she releases your arms, allowing you to slide your hands from her slimy tentacles to her shapely hips, up her lovely body to her soft, pert breasts. You run your thumbs over her pink nipples and she coos with pleasure. She shifts her weight atop you and you feel the warm seam of her pussy against your cock. You thrust eagerly, your tip finding her folds and pushing inside her hot channel.
“Ohhhhh, big boy,” she croons. “Yes, you want this!”
“I want this,” you pant, thrusting into her almost desperately. No river stench or scurrying crustaceans can distract you from the writhing pleasure of the Scylla girl’s warm pussy. You thrust urgently, holding her breasts in your squeezing hands as she bounces atop you. Her pussy is so incredibly tight and seemingly filled with small, soft bumps that massage your hardness each time she squeezes around you.
“Cum for me,” she moans. “Fill me with seed, Lucas!”
You slip your hands down to her hips and around to her plush ass, pumping your cock in and out of the tight, squeezing sleeve of her cunt. She croons with pleasure, obviously enjoying your frenzied thrusting as much as you are. Her strange, sing-song cries seem to vibrate through her body. You thrust deep, arching in the muck beneath her and sheathing every bit of your cock deep in her clutching cunt. With a hot rush of ecstasy, your cock erupts in her depths, gushing pump after pump of your seed against her fertile womb.
“Ahhhhhhh! Flood my eggs!” She sings. “Fill me with your sweet human boy cum!”
You thrust again and again until your cock is too sensitive and your energy is spent. You slump beneath her and she grinds atop your softening cock for a few more seconds, her squeezing walls gently pushing you out of her creamy pussy.
“Now you are mate,” she giggles. “Are you ready to go to our home?”
“Yes,” you moan, stroking her hips as you smile up at her.
Charlotte gathers you up in her tentacles and plucks you from the mud. She leaps easily into the river, dragging you beneath the waves and swimming rapidly through the flowing water. You hold your breath as long as you can, suddenly becoming afraid that she intends to drown you as she plunges deeper and deeper. Then you are being dragged through a submerged tunnel, up again, and thrown, gasping, onto a bed of damp river weeds.
You are in a submerged grotto, struggling to catch your breath as Charlotte slides next to you on the spongy bed of river plants. She coos sweetly, stretching out beside you and caressing your face and body with several tentacles. One of her human hands slips down to your cock, cradling your bollocks and then wrapping around your shaft. She gives your flaccid manhood a squeeze.
“Welcome home, Lucas,” she croons. “Are you ready to make more babies?”
She leans over your lap, sucking you into her warm mouth, and you know it will be impossible to refuse Charlotte anything.
CONTINUE >
Toad’s favorite concubine
“One hundred goats per year,” demands Toad. “I will hear no more of it. If you want to sell your wares in Vorokesh, then you need my protection. And I require one hundred goats.”
The merchants know better than to argue with the crime lord they know as Toad. You know him by a different name. Grazzek is your master, your lover, father of your children, and your world. You are his favored concubine, chained to serve as a reminder of his power as you kneel beside his throne. He watches the merchants leave and reaches out a hand to stroke your enormous breasts. Your tits are heavy with milk from birthing two clutches of his spawn. You do not feed or care for these reptilian creatures, though you love them, they are tended to by the crones while you remain by your master’s side.
He amuses himself with squeezing your breasts and making them spurt milk into the sand at the foot of his throne. He chuckles and you smell the distinct musk of his cock stirring. You lick your lips eagerly as his pink wedge slides like a curious serpent from the slit in his groin.
“Master?” You look up at him hopefully. “May I pleasure you?”
He waves his hand lazily and tugs on the chain leash secured to a collar around your neck. He pulls you off balance and you tumble between his meaty legs. You lift your head, looking up at the glistening pink pillar of his cock with your well-trained adoration. You lick from his scaly slit up to the narrow tip of his cockhead, swirling your tongue around him as his precum oozes out. You rise higher on your knees, cooing lustily as you squeeze your bare breasts and squirt your warm milk onto his cock.
“Oooooo,” croaks Grazzek. “Always so much milk for me, my lovely.”
“Yes, just for you, master,” you cry, squeezing your breasts and tugging at your fat nipples. Your milk covers his cock, sliding down to his scales and dripping from his thighs. Each pulse of your cream from your pink nipples sends another shudder of pleasure through your body.
“Squeeze my cock between your udders, pretty Lucia,” croaks the frog. You moan lustily as you capture his slippery cock between your milky mounds and squeeze him so tightly that milk steadily drips from your nipples. You slide your tits up and down around his cock, doing all the work as he lounges lazily on his reinforced throne.
“Master, your cock seems bigger every time I pleasure you,” you moan, lapping at the oozing tip of his cock and tasting more of his sour precum. You move your whole body, well-trained after your time in his service to move in a sensual and appealing fashion. He rests a hand atop your head, allowing you to pleasure his tip with your tongue as you fuck him with your bouncing breasts.
“Ahhhhhh!” He croaks, his throat inflating. “Bathe in my seed, my lovely!”
“Yes! Oh, master! Cover me in your mighty cum!” You cry, wanking him eagerly with your breasts until his cock fountains into the air, splashing your face, into your open mouth and showering your breasts in his slippery slime. You slow your bouncing breasts, wanking him out with a tight squeeze for his dripping cum to join the flowing milk from your fat nipples.
You do not wait for his command to begin licking his cock clean. You make a raunchy show of scooping his cum from your breasts and legs and sucking your fingers clean. Grazzek watches and chortles with delight, his broad belly shuddering with his amusement.
“My sweet Lucia,” he laughs, beckoning you back to his stiffening cock. “Please seat yourself upon my cock. It is time for us to make another clutch of offspring.”
“Ohhh, yesss,” you cry with delight, your milky tits bouncing and splashing milk as you jump to your feet. Your chains clink as you crawl onto Grazzek’s wide lap. Your cunt is throbbing with need and you giggle and coo as you grab his cock with both hands and rub his slippery tip against your steamy cunt.
“So warm,” croaks Grazzek, resting a hand on your shapely hip. “Now I breed you, Lucia.”
He pushes down and you thrust your hips, impaling your pussy onto Grazzek’s fat pink cock. He stretches your cunt in a familiar way, your slick folds opening around him and widening as you slide down to his base. You begin to move atop him with practiced vigor, sliding your clutching cunt up and down on the magnificent
pillar of Grazzek’s cockmeat.
“Yes, breed me, master,” you cry, your huge tits beginning to bounce and flick droplets of milk into his croaking mouth. He sticks out his tongue and lets your swinging tits graze against his huge, slippery pink tongue. You ride faster and harder, crying out with pleasure, feeling his huge cock stretching you up to your core.
“Your milk is sweet as honey,” croaks Grazzek, smacking your ass as you ride his slippery pink cock. “Your teats will grow even fatter with another clutch inside your belly!”
He lashes your breasts again and again with his wide tongue, slurping and kissing at your wildly bouncing breasts. Your plump rear slaps against his lap as your hot cunt devours his fleshy cock. You feel it swelling inside you and by the croaking sound he is making you know he is close.
“Oh, master yes,” you cry. “It’s getting so big! Cum for me! Cum inside your slave slut’s pussy!”
“Ahhhh, Lucia!” Grazzek croaks loudly, his hands gripping your plush rear. “Take my seed, my sweet slave!”
You wail with pleasure as his cock erupts deep inside you, painting your fertile human womb with his reptilian spunk. Each pulse of his cum sends a wave of orgasmic bliss rippling through your body. Your milk gushes from your sensitive breasts as you are bred once again by the mighty crime lord. Your cunt continues to clutch at his drooling cock as it begins to wilt and retreat from your creamy pussy.
“Oh, thank you, master,” you pant, falling atop him and kissing him.
“Get off of me,” he croaks, shoving you aside and making you land beside his throne with a painful thump. “Go clean up. You stink of cum.”
“Yes, master,” you pant, dragging your chains behind you as he releases them from his grasp.
Though he may dismiss you summarily, you know by the way that he watches you depart that you are his favorite among his many concubines. You can hardly wait to give birth to another clutch for your reptilian master.
CONTINUE >
THE END
< RESTART EPILOGUE | GALLERY >
Set off on a journey to find your love
Thinking of all of the monster girls you have met over the course of your adventure, you know you must seek one of them out to find the woman you love. Unfortunately, that monster girl is not Morelle, who is too young and too unpredictable for you to ever truly love. If it were her, you could simply walk over to the Cardin farmhouse to admit your feelings. Instead, you must journey out into the world to find the woman you seek.
“I cannot stay,” you tell Genevieve and your mother. “The woman I seek is out there, among the monster girls, and I know I will find happiness with her.”
“With a monster girl?” You mother says with surprise.
“They helped rescue us,” Genevieve reminds your mother. “If this is what Lucas wants, then he should find the girl he seeks. But which one? And where is she?”
“Yes, we can help you with our magic,” suggests your mother, seeming to come around on the idea of you seeking a monster girl for a lover. “But we have to know where you want to go.”
You could go to Vorokesh and find out where Yasmeen has gone. Toad might know the answer. Or you could travel to Edelbern in the hopes of finding Oola. Gretchen has probably returned to her farm in the small village of Bruno. Izabella, well, she will be in the Nightlands. If you want to meet Nepenthia you should probably go to Saturana. Charlotte never joined your quest, but she is probably there as well. And then there’s the Succubus Queen. Maybe you can find her in Saturana.
The one monster girl you have no idea where to begin is also the one you were closest to during your adventures. Theora taught you almost everything you learned about being a hero and she was cast down for sparing your life. If you want to find her, you will have to search far and wide to find the beautiful angel.
“Lucas,” says Genevieve, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Let us help you. All we want is for you to be happy.”
“Yes,” says your mother. “Whoever you want to find, we will help you find her. Just tell us where you want to go.”
Where do you want to go?
Travel to Vorokesh to find Yasmeen
Travel to Edelbern to search for Oola
Travel to Bruno and find Gretchen
Enter the Nightlands to find Izabella
Return to Saturana
Embark on a quest to find Theora
Confess your true feelings for Morelle
“I can’t stay here,” you say, frowning at your sister. “I don’t…don’t belong here now. At least not like this. I need to…I need to tell someone how I feel.”
“You have feelings for one of the monster girls, don’t you?” Your sister asks, a smile spreading on her face.
“Don’t look at me like that!” You protest.
“No judgment,” she says. “You were surrounded by interesting and very beautiful women. I’m sure one of them caught your fancy, Lucas. But which was it?”
“Morelle,” you say. “I always thought, I mean, before she was a succubus, I thought Morelle was cute. I wanted to ask her to the harvest dance, but I could never work up the nerve to do it. After everything we survived together…I think I have strong feelings for her.”
“A succubus?” You mother gives you a doubting look. “Do you not recall that a succubus helped cause all these problems? You had to rescue me from a succubus.”
“Morelle is different,” you counter. “She’s…you’ll see once you get to know her.”
“Mother,” your sister murmurs, placing a calming hand on your mother’s shoulder. “You know that succubus was with Lucas when we escaped. Morelle Cardin is just another victim of the Succubus Queen.”
“I don’t trust a demoness,” your mother mutters. “Not after what Rachelle did to us.”
“She’s not Rachelle,” you say forcefully. “Mother, I love you, but I will not hold back my feelings for Morelle because another succubus was cruel to you. Morelle is…well…she isn’t good exactly. But she cares for me and I care for her. I want to be with her.”
“Then tell her that,” says your sister.
The best your mother can do is turn her back on the conversation. She calls out from distance, “Go and tell her then, Lucas. But I warned you.”
“Thank you, mother!” You cry, already turning to run through the dusty field towards the Cardin house.
Running towards the Cardin farmstead reminds you of that night, seemingly so long ago, when you arrived to find that innocent red-headed Morelle had been transformed into a violet-haired succubus and gone to prey upon the Woodley brothers. She had nearly killed them with her essence-sucking lust before you arrived and saved them.
You approach the modest Cardin farmhouse and hear Mrs. Cardin muttering to herself as she feeds the chickens.
“Mrs. Cardin,” you call out as you run up to the chicken coop. “Are you well?”
“Well?” She looks at you, scattering feed for the chickens. “Well? My daughter has come back to me with horns and bat wings and all my son and husband can do is stare at her and lick their chops. Only a matter of time until something damned unnatural transpires!”
Your eyes widen. You had not considered the effect Morelle’s succubus transformation might have on her own family.
“I might be able to help with that,” you say. “If, um, Morelle is amenable.”
“How do you mean?” Asks Mrs. Cardin, walking over to the fence. She was once a beautiful woman, but the years have been hard to her. Her kind face is heavy with lines and the luster has left her scarlet hair. She is quite busty, but her peasant dress does not support her mounds and they have the pronounced sag of age and motherhood.
“Well,” you say, wetting your lips, “I have certain feelings for Morelle and I mean to confess them to her. We could have a life together.”
“Ah! Yes! That might just work! She had a lot to say about you when she showed up at our house a few hours ago. I love the girl, don’t get me wrong, but she’s
different. She’s, well, dangerous to her father and brother.” Mrs. Cardin grabs your hand. “Quickly now. I put her to chores, so she should be safe, but the way they were acting we had better hurry.”
You and Mrs. Cardin enter the house unannounced. Mr. Cardin, stern and lean, and Benny Cardin, just grown and still a bit soft, are both sitting at the supper table with their backs to the door. Their hands are in their laps and it is hard to mistake what they are doing under the table. Their hands continue to pump even as you and Mrs. Cardin step inside. They are so focused on what is happening in the kitchen that they pay you no mind.
Morelle is making supper, leaning over the oven and checking on a dish she is baking inside. She is wearing a peasant dress not too different from the one her mother is wearing, but it fits Morelle’s luscious body like a glove. The ruffled skirt is somehow taut around the peachy roundness of Morelle’s bottom and her plump breasts strain at the bodice as she stands and turns to see you. She tosses aside the spoon she was using to stir and cries out, “Lucas!”
Her demonic nature is mostly hidden, though her horns remain curling out from her forehead and back over her violet hair. She comes bouncing over to you, her father and brother watching every movement until they suddenly realize you and Mrs. Cardin are both in the room. They hurriedly “adjust” their trousers and put their hands up on the table. Mr. Cardin groans with envy as his succubus daughter throws her arms around your neck and begins passionately kissing you.
That kiss is all that matters to you. With Morelle’s warm body pressed against you and her lips against yours, you hold nothing back, letting your tongues meet and some of your essence flow into her in a rush of pleasure. You almost offer that taste to remind her of your eagerness for her feeding and she takes full advantage, sucking out so much that your legs are momentarily weak and violet light dances around your locked lips.
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