You set off through the sweltering jungle, following barely-visible paths through the foliage until, after nearly a day of travel, you begin to see the dense flowers you remembered. The types of plants change and you notice a profusion of carnivorous trap plants and sweet-smelling pitcher plants, mostly feeding on insects, but some large enough to devour lizards and mammals. The sweet smell of the flowers leads you to a clearing overrun with flowering vines.
And then you see the pale green-skinned plant girl, high among the central stalk of an enormous pitcher plant. She would seem to be human or elf, but for the greenish tint to her flesh and her green-blonde hair. Flowers blossom from her hair. She is nude and lovely, smiling as she dances down from her stalk and beckons you closer. The intoxicating scent of the flowers fills the clearing and clouds your mind.
“H-hello,” you say. She is familiar, but you are too high from the smell of the flowers to be sure if you know her. “I’m, um, Lucas. I came…came for you.”
“For me? For Nepenthia?” She coos seductively as she saunters closer. “Oh, Lucas, I am so happy to see you. I need you. Inside me.”
She strokes your face and pulls you to the flower blooming from behind her ear. You breathe deeply and all hope of resisting her is forgotten. She draws you into a kiss and you yield instantly, drinking deeply of the honey that flows from her tongue. Her hand slips into your trousers, unbuttoning them as she wraps her fingers around your stiff cock.
“I have a place for you,” she whispers. “Where we can be together forever. Would you like that, Lucas?”
“Y-yes,” you moan, knowing deep down that this seductive promise will be your doom.
“Do not be afraid,” she says, her lips brushing against yours. “Take my hand and I will show you the way, Lucas.”
She pulls away from you and grasps your hand, leading you towards one of her immense pitchers. It leans over, yawning opening obscenely and revealing its pink, glistening interior. Nepenthia steps lightly into the pitcher, drawing you by your hand to follow her into the soft, slippery interior of the pitcher.
“Whoa,” you gasp as it tilts beneath your feet and the top puckers nearly closed. It is much too high for you to climb out, not that you could find a handhold on the slippery inner flesh of the pitcher. Nepenthia smiles and strokes your cheek.
“Do not be afraid,” she whispers. “There will be no pain.”
“No…pain?” You murmur as a warm, pleasant liquid begins to pour into the pitcher, covering your feet and your legs up to your knees.
“You won’t need this anymore,” she says, unbuttoning your tunic and pulling it from your shoulders. “Nor this.”
She unbuckles your belt and pulls it from the loops of your trousers. She drops it into the liquid at your feet and the liquid begins to gently bubble around the leather. She kisses you as she takes down your trousers, down to your boots which feel mushy and soft.
“Oh, this is lovely,” she says, caressing your bollocks and your stiff cock. “Mmmmm, would you like to fuck me with it, Lucas?”
“Fuck you?” You murmur.
She maintains her firm grip on your cock as she turns and presses her body against the fleshy inner wall of her pitcher. She thrusts her small, peachy bottom in your direction, exposing her blushing cunt and the clench of her anus. You stare down, marveling at her beauty and the strangeness of your predicament, but unable to stop her as she draws your cock towards the folds of her pussy.
“Ohhhhhh,” you groan as your straining manhood slips into the plump pink folds of her cunt. She is so warm and slippery inside, it is wonderful. Instinctively, you take hold of her hips and begin to move behind her. You piston your glistening cock in and out of her nectar-slicked folds, your hips patting against her lovely round ass and your balls swinging.
“That’s it,” she moans, pushing back onto your cock. “Fuck me with your big, warm, juice-filled cock. Give me all your juice, Lucas. Every drop! I love juice from a good boy!”
“Ahhhhh, yes,” you cry, your pleasure rising volcanically. Your balls tighten and your cock swells. You thrust deep and erupt deep inside her. Nepenthia’s slick pussy clutches at your manhood, drawing out your pleasure and seeming to greedily drink your cum.
“Do not stop,” she moans. “More! Give me more, sweet Lucas.”
“Y-yes,” you gasp, thrusting past your refractory period, never losing any of your stiffness. You fuck into her sucking pussy, slamming harder and harder until you are panting and dripping with sweat in her sweltering pitcher. Your cum rises again and you explode inside her a second time, your cum flowing heavily into her fluttering pussy. After only a few more strokes, you are ready to cum a third time, your orgasm overcoming you as you finally stagger back from her, panting her round ass with your last spurts.
“Oh, Lucas,” giggles Nepenthia. “I think you are ready to dissolve inside my pitcher.”
“W-what?” You moan as you stumble and fall into the amber liquid filling the pitcher higher and higher. It warms your flesh, but it feels wonderful, your cock still stiff and jutting from the surface. Nepenthia stands over you, her blushing cunt dripping with your spunk.
“You will be with me forever, Lucas,” she says, reaching down to stroke your face. “Isn’t that what you always wanted? To spend the rest of your life with me?”
“Y-yes,” you moan, smiling in a daze. “Yes, digest me. Be with you…forever.”
The bubble liquid seems to swallow you up as Nepenthia’s cruel laughter echoes in her pitcher. You know it will take a very long time for you to digest inside her, but she promises you the ultimate pleasure.
And you couldn’t be happier. You always belonged here.
CONTINUE >
THE END
< RESTART EPILOGUE | GALLERY >
The Insatiable Queen
The goblin village is eerily quiet. Few cook fire burn in the huts. The goblins that are outside walk with slouching weariness, their eyes sunken and haunted. You lean on your walking stick as you make your way over to the chieftain’s hut. Your body aches and you are gaunt despite eating plenty from the increasingly overabundant food stores of the goblin village.
You reach the hut and listen. You can faintly make out pitiful groaning that sounds like it is speaking in the goblin tongue. A tap on the wood and you hear a familiar, husky voice that sends a thrill through your body.
“One moment, Lucas,” purrs Rachelle. “Just finishing up in here.”
You open the door just enough to peer inside. The fat goblin chief is sprawled on his bed, seeming small despite his fatness beneath the bouncing roundness of Rachelle’s ample ass. You have a perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of her perfect rear. The goblin chief is barely moving, but Rachelle is riding him so vigorously it seems as if she might break him. He weakly lifts a clawed hand and claps it on her jiggling bottom.
“Ooooh! Yes! Spank me!” She cries.
“Hnnnnnnnn!” The chieftain wobbles and arches beneath her bouncing bottom, his fingers sinking into her plush flesh as he managed a single, desperate thrust. Violet light flashes and swirls around her asshole as she devours his life force, draining him as you watch his body deflate to an emaciated husk and the light go out in his monstrous eyes.
It is a sight of you have seen dozens of times before since becoming Lady Rachelle’s high priest. Many are the nights when you have been called to her hut to pleasure her, certain that you will be next, only to find her finishing off a goblin as an appetizer. Though she has quenched her hunger on the souls of the unlucky goblins, she has fed many times on your life essence, leaving you greatly weakened and as much in her thrall as any of these poor goblins.
“Ahhhhh, you were delicious,” she says, patting the chief on his sunken belly as she rises, his seed dripping from her freshly-fucked asshole. “Thank you for your faith, Uggreg.”
You quickly step back from the door, not wanting to be caught watching the Succubus Queen finish her latest meal. She emerges from the hut minu
tes later, resplendent in a sheer golden frock that clings to her lovely body and reveals the most intimate details of her anatomy.
“Ah, hello, Lucas,” she says, petting your cheek as she saunters past. “Very quiet today in my little village.”
“Yes, well,” you follow behind her, trying not to stare at her plump backside, “you have devoured almost all of the goblins.”
“Yes, a stringy meal,” she says, grimacing. “Their souls barely sustain me. I need something more if I am going to become the goddess I deserve to be.”
“I…I understand, my queen,” you say, bowing your head, but feeling a thrill of arousal at the thought that your soul is about to be devoured.
“No, silly,” she says, caressing your cheek. “You are my high priest. I am not going to eat you up completely.”
“Oh,” is all you can manage, disappointment blending with your relief.
She reaches her tent and ushers you inside. She plops down on the plush cushions, parting her thighs indecently and teasing her tail back and forth against the seam of her pussy.
“It is time for us to go out in the world,” says Rachelle. “Leave this awful jungle behind and go somewhere civilized. I was thinking…Elzeheim.”
You feel a jolt of cold fear as you remember your sister attending the wizard’s academy in Elzeheim. There are thousands of people in the capital city of Lorraine. Would the Succubus Queen really put your sister in danger?
“No,” you say.
“What’s that?” Rachelle’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “Did you just refuse me?”
“Um, my queen,” you say, dropping to your knees beside her. “Elzeheim is overrun with rats and other vermin. It is as bad as this jungle. Wouldn’t you rather go somewhere nice and quiet to gather your strength?”
“What do you have in mind?” She asks you with a doubting tone.
You wrack your brain for a place to take the succubus where she will cause the least damage. St. Ingbert would certainly be no better and would place your sister and your mother in danger. No, you need to take her somewhere far away from your family, but somewhere that will provide your queen with enough victims to seduce to make the journey worth her efforts.
“Vorokesh,” you say, remembering the bustling city on the edge of the Sea of Sand.
“Hmmm?” She taps her chin and pouting lips with her fingertips. “Yes, that could be perfect. People from many lands. Merchants and nomads who can spread the word of my growing cult. Outlaws to serve as my enforcers. Yes, my religion will flourish in the desert and once it is ready it will spread across the land. All humans will bow before me and serve.”
“Oh, yes, my queen,” you cry, bowing low and kissing her bare feet.
Rachelle laughs and wiggles her toes against your lips. You lick them and moan as she pushes her toes into your mouth. You bathe them with your tongue and lick from her arch to her heel. Your cock is hard and twitching with need from your subservient lust.
“That pitiful chieftain has left me a bit hungry, Lucas,” she says, pulling her foot out of reach. Your eyes widen as she parts her legs and draws up the golden sheath of her gown. She parts the folds of her violet-tinged cunt with her fingers and bares her glistening, violet-tinged inner walls. You moan with need, crawling towards her and breathing in the familiar sweet smell of her arousal. She leans back among her cushions and beckons you with a curled finger. She whispers, “Give me your cock.”
You shed your robe, exposing your emaciated body and your hard, twitching cock. She chuckles at the sight of you, your body bent by your devotion to her.
“Oh, yes, Lucas,” she moans, stroking her cunt and pushing two fingers into her glistening hole. “Fuck me with that big human cock.”
You are invigorated by your need. You climb between her shapely thighs and dare to kiss your queen on her lips. Her mouth is eager and opens to you, her tongue meeting yours in a sweet, intoxicating kiss. You thrust into her, into that perfect, hot, clutching cunt, the pussy of a goddess on earth. With a cry muffled by her kiss, you instantly erupt into her silky depths. She moans against your kiss and you feel the hot rush of your orgasm joined by the pulsing pleasure of her demonic feeding. Violet sparks flicker in your vision and around her lips. Her cunt glows a bright violet as she drinks your essence.
“Ohhhhh, my queen,” you gasp, feeling yourself slipping.
“From behind,” she moans. “Fuck me from behind, Lucas.”
You nod as she shift, your cock slipping free of her creamy pussy for only a moment as you kneel behind her and feed your manhood back into that creamy seam. You steady yourself on her big, round ass, squeezing tight to keep from toppling over. Rachelle does most of the work, thrusting back onto your stiff member. The lewd sound of her cum stuffed pussy and the slapping globes of her assflesh against your hips reminds you of the raunchy noise coming from the chieftain’s tent.
“Ohhhh, yes, give it to me, Lucas,” she moans. “Give it alllll to me.”
That cold jolt of fear again, creeping up your spine and raising the hairs on your neck. Yet, you cannot stop thrusting. You cannot release her luscious ass. You whimper as your pleasure surges and your cock fires your cum deep into her pussy. You try to slow your thrusts or pull back and she will not relent. You cum again, only seconds later, spunk sputtering in a hard, thumping orgasm and your mind reeling.
“I have…have displeased you?” You croak, finally falling back onto the cushions, gasping for breath.
Rachelle turns and crawls between your thighs, caressing them, her eyes glowing violet and her tongue sliding out to lash the tip of your wilting cock.
“Oh, it is inevitable, Lucas,” she says. “I saw you doubt me. I knew you had served your purpose as my high priest. But you gave me the suggestion of Vorokesh. Very wise. I will go there, find a new high priest – maybe a priestess – and begin the spread of religion. Without you.”
“Ohhhhh,” you moan pitifully.
“Don’t worry,” she says, giving your cock a swirling lick that stiffens it again in an instant, “I will erect a statue in your honor at the first temple I build.”
Her mouth descends on your cock, her eyes blazing as he looks up at you, the suction on your cock exquisite and inexorable. You moan helplessly, clinging to the cushions around you as the beautiful demoness bobs her mouth on your cock. Her wings flick open and her eyes glow brighter and brighter. Your pleasure builds, your cock swelling between those soft lips.
“Ahhhhhhh! My queeeen!” You cry desperately. “I love you!”
Your cum bursts into her mouth and she sucks and sucks, draining your load, forcing another from you without pause, and devouring your soul. Warm, wet darkness closes in around you and you feel as if you are falling into the hot, silky tunnel of her throat. Your give a last gasp of pleasure as your soul is devoured by the succubus.
Anything to serve your queen.
CONTINUE >
THE END
< RESTART EPILOGUE | GALLERY >
Embark on a quest to find Theora
It does not take even a moment of consideration. You know exactly who you must find and you will devote your life to finding her if that is what it takes.
“I have to find Theora,” you say, picturing her beautiful face and remembering the terrible sound as Veleda tore off the angel’s wings. “She is the one who has guided me through all of this, she helped me save you, and she sacrificed herself to save me.”
“Who is Theora?” Your mother wonders.
“The angel of Veleda,” says Genevieve. “What happened to her, Lucas?”
You tell them in detail how she taught you how to fight, how to use your special abilities, and how to wield the Holy Sword of Veleda. You leave out the more sordid details of the pleasure you experienced with Theora and describe a romance that slowly blossomed during your quest. You end with the admission, “I love her.”
“I can see why,” says your mother. “Even if…if she had a hand in Veleda’s evil against our family.”
“She renounced her goddess,” says Genevieve.
“The heart cannot be reasoned with,” says your mother, obviously not approving completely, but respecting your decision. “How can we help you, Lucas?”
“Do you know a way to locate someone who is lost?” You ask hopefully. “I don’t know where to begin my search.”
Genevieve and your mother exchange a look.
“A normal person, yes,” says your mother. “A person has connections, they are part of a web of intertwined fates, but your friend, this woman, is an angel.”
“She is a divine being apart from us,” continues your sister. “She will not connect to anything. We will not be able to divine her location.”
Your mother places a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“You will have to find her without us,” she says. “I am sorry, Lucas.”
“It’s not your fault,” you say. “This was Veleda’s doing. But I must set out at once. I must find her and let her know she is not forgotten – that she is loved – as soon as possible.”
You gather a pack for traveling and embrace your sister and mother. You warn them that you do not know when you will see them again.
“I will search until I find her,” you say, releasing Genevieve from a tight hug. “Until then, I will not return.”
You set off in the general direction of Kolmar, the nearest major city to St. Ingbert. The road is hard and lonesome. It seems any even greater hardship after the plentiful life of the Crystal Sanctum and all the Hinas. You curl beside a meager fire at night and dream of Theora. Those dreams keep you focused on your task and you arrive in Kolmar with a sense of determination.
You spend days searching and following rumors. Some claim to have seen a strange woman fitting Theora’s description, but none seem to have any leads that will help you. Not knowing what else to do, you take up work on a barge heading down the river Shaen to Gascoigne, another moderately sized city. There you hear tales of a sad woman who kept to herself. That she slept outside the temple of Veleda for a few nights until the guards made her depart. Someone within the temple tells you that she screamed at the altar and the guards had to be summoned.
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