"Drink," cries Ashara. "Drink the sweet milk of my body!"
How eagerly you do! Squeezing both breasts, spraying your open mouth with her cream so that it fills and overflows your mouth. Sharing it with her in a hot kiss before returning your mouth to her nipple. You swallow hungrily, the warm liquid filling your belly and beginning to lull your mind into a sense of erotic bliss. You latch tightly and do not stop even as Ashara bucks her hips and grinds her slick quim against your leg. She cums hard and her milk seems to gush out with her orgasm.
Her pleasure clearly recedes and she pulls your lips from her breast and guides you to another kiss. You share the milk in your mouth, your tongues twisting together in that warm, sweet cream.
"Come here," she says. "Straddle me, right there, beneath my breasts, and show me your quim."
"The Kornasi believe milk baths can wash away time from their flesh. I doubt their herds give milk as potent as mine, princess. But mine can surely rejuvenate you."
"Yessss," you cry, straddling her flat stomach and spreading your sex for her. She squeezes her breasts, milk spurting out as she directs the flow towards your splayed velvet. The hot liquid washes over your sex, soaking into your virgin hole and cleansing you with a sudden explosion of pleasure. You desperately frig your clit as the hot milk gushes and gushes onto you, overflowing your opening and dripping onto Ashara's abdomen.
She is right. You realize that, once the orgasm subsides and you have collapsed beside her onto the bed. All of the aches and pains, all of the scratches you've accumulated during your journey through the dungeon are gone. Your skin is supple and unmarred by depravity.
"Do you feel better, my sweet princess?" You ask.
"Yes," you laugh. "But I fear we've made a bit of a mess with... with..."
The milk is gone, with none remaining on your body or on the cushions. Ashara smiles at your confusion and strokes your hip with teasing fingertips.
"It is a bit of magic," she says with a wink. "And magic can be made to go away when you are done with it."
"I was going to ask for some more of that delicious cream," you pout, reaching out for her breast.
Ashara rolls away, denying you her bountiful bosom.
"I would enjoy nothing more than to have you latched to my nipple for hours, your little virgin pussy beneath my fingers, but such things are for when we are free of this place." She crawls out of the canopy that covers the bed. You watch her shapely silhouette as it recedes from view. "Come along, princess. I will show you the way out and give you the ring that will allow us to have our revenge."
You hurry to join her.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Fifteen - Turn and Confront the Wolves
You can hear them panting and crashing through the forest behind you, too big and too loud to be ordinary wolves. You emerge into the clearing and decide you are not going to make it to the cabin in time. You turn to face the wolves.
One by one, three hulking, gray-furred brutes run out of the woods. They are no normal wolves. You know the legend. These are werewolves. They may move on all fours, but they have hand-like front claws and shoulders and hips more like a human.
The three of them draw up short in front of you and stand up, at least seven feet, on their hind legs. There is a clatter of shingles as a fourth of these wolves climbs atop the roof of the cabin. It stares at you with glowing red eyes.
All four beasts growl and curl their lips back to reveal enormous fangs that look like they could tear you to pieces. The three in front of you spread out, blocking any possible route of escape back into the forest.
"Give up, bitch." The snarling words come from the largest of the three werewolves facing you. "You belong to us now."
Not yet. They may think they have you, but you still have a sword, your wits, and your magic. Not to mention the ring of the succubus. There may yet be a way out of this.
What do you do?
WAIT
PARLEY
ATTACK
MAGIC
SURRENDER
SUMMON ASHARA
Bad Ending - The Pack's Whore
The rains have come again. You'll never work out how the rain can fall on the forest and yet the birds never come. Why do they stay away? Kjall says the other animals, the prey animals, are brought up from below. Good things to eat. When the catch is good, you roast elk and wild hogs for the pack.
Butchering and roasting boars account for only a small portion of your duties as the pack's whore. Their lair is in a cave, deep in the woods, and there you stay, waiting for their return when they are hunting and slavishly pleasuring them when they return.
As you are at this very moment. Your engorged breasts swing beneath you and your hugely pregnant belly nearly touches the leaves that serve as your bedding. If Janus minds your very pregnant state, he is certainly not saying it as his huge cock plunges in and out of your well-lubed pussy.
"Yes, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
Your face contorts in pleasure. You thrust back against him, glad he chose to take your pussy as a hybrid. The bestial shape of his cock grows larger in that form and fills your pussy deliciously. Your ass is cradled against his furry thighs as he lets out a howl of pleasure and gushes his seed into your clutching quim. Aftershocks throb down the length of Janus's cock, depositing the last of his creamy load into your pussy before he withdraws.
Kjall, being his usual nasty alpha self, is in full lupine form when he comes over and begins sniffing at your creamed pussy. He gives your ass a testing lick and decides he would rather have your ass than your quim. You reach back and guide him to your hole, whining with effort as the fat tip of his cock overcomes your clench and thrusts into your back passage.
Having Kjall, in his lupine form, mounting and fucking your ass is nothing unusual for you. The alpha seems to derive cruel pleasure from degrading you in his wolf form. The joke is on him: you adore it. You thrust back against his furry haunches and beg for his cock so loudly it echoes throughout the cave. He spunks in your clutching hole and stay atop you to knot your ass. The bulge of his cock presses against your late term pregnancy.
The four pups are delivered three days later. They appear as human infants in form and cling to your milky bosom. Kjall names them Svarn, Ijan, Lonus, and Pern. Over the following days you nurture them and watch them grow with surprising quickness. Like wolves in the wild, they are walking about in a matter of days and roughhousing in weeks. They shift casually from human to lupine. Kjall tells you that it will take time for them to learn the hybrid form.
On the thirtieth day after the birth of your pups, you are awakened by a flash of light and the appearance of a certain gaunt figure hovering in the air above you. Kjall and the others of the pack kneel and lower their heads.
"Princess," says Madreg, floating towards you. "I will admit I was surprised you made it this far and could not complete your journey. I was waiting for you. No matter, the royal offspring of a princess and a werewolf are worthy gifts."
He scoops up Lonus and Svarn.
"Two will do," he says, examining your children. Lonus shifts into wolf form and growls, but Madreg has him by the scruff of his neck. "Now, now, young one. You will find that becoming one of my personal guards has its advantages."
Madreg disappears with two of your sons, leaving behind a lingering after image of his inhuman yellow eyes.
"No!" you cry. "No, my babies!"
Kjall embraces you and holds your head against his muscular chest.
"It will be alright, Kirsten. The pack will fuck many more pups into your belly. As many as you desire."
You know he is right, but it is hard to accept that you have just lost half of your children to the mad wizard's nefarious purposes. You cry long into the night. You have no idea what the future holds for you as the pack's whore, but your adventure is definitely at an end.
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Encounter Three - The Roper's Lair
The rough hewn hallway d
escends into even greater darkness. You follow the wall with one hand and continue deeper and deeper underground until you spot a faint light ahead. Rather than a room, you seem to be approaching a much wider hallway. The high ceiling is supported by irregular columns. They are so rough they almost seem naturally occurring, but their even spacing suggests construction.
A single shaft of faint golden light pierces the darkness and illuminates a rusty iron ladder that reaches up into the light. It's a vertical tunnel and, as far as you can tell, the only way out of this area.
You are about to approach the ladder when you notice that the pillar nearest to it is not a pillar at all. It shifts and twists and a single menacing eye rolls open. Thin tendrils extend from its columnar body of slimy, gray flesh.
"Roper," you hiss under your breath.
They are cruel creatures, known for tormenting their victims with tendrils before swallowing them whole. They do speak some of the common tongue, but usually only to mock their prey. Although these beasts are not known for their intelligence, they are extremely crafty and have a reputation for surprising even prepared foes.
Even though you have never seen one before, you have been taught since a child to never assume you are beyond a roper's reach.
What do you do?
WAIT
PARLEY
ATTACK
MAGIC
SURRENDER
Encounter Fifteen - Make Him Stop
"Stop it!" you shout and push Bjorn roughly away.
He seems to realize he was doing something inappropriate. He blushes and gets to his feet. He holds his hands up defensively.
"I'm sorry, Kirsten, that was... I am a wolf, a beast, wild at heart. And I do not have many visitors. Particularly beautiful women who smell like a succubus." He looks at you earnestly. "Will you forgive me?"
"I can forgive," you reply. "But can you control it?"
"I control my urges constantly," he says. "Sex... is rare. I try not to think about it, but I know why I am here. Why the wizard put us here."
"Sex," you say, looking down at your feet and feeling ashamed.
"Yes, he wants us to breed with the women." He sighs and leans against the wall. "It feels so good, to let myself go. The wolf, it feels best as the wolf. So true. There is no pretending. And the brute, the wolfman, so big and powerful. A girl, a woman, is so small and soft."
Despite his words about self control, he seems to be getting himself worked up again. Under normal circumstances, you would find a man like Bjorn to be extremely attractive. There is even a nobility to his features that matches with your own. But here, and knowing he is a beast inside, you are as afraid of him as any other monster you have encountered. Perhaps even more than most, because he can hide what he is beneath this facade of civility.
"Human form is the sweetest," he says, meeting your gaze. "It can be tender. I can connect with my lover in ways I cannot in the other forms."
"I... I really should be going," you say, pushing away from the chair. You start towards the black door.
Bjorn realizes where you intend to go and he hurries over to the door, placing himself between you and your possible freedom.
"Stay with me," he says. "Stay here. I will take care of you. We will live like humans."
"I am a human," you object.
"You are beautiful," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. "We should be together. Stay here with me, Kirsten."
There is a certain appeal to doing exactly that. All the schemes, all the dangers, it might be easier just to give in and live out a simple life here in this cabin. You could cook for him and give him children. You would make a good wife.
To what? A werewolf? What are you thinking?
You take a deep breath, stealing yourself against such urges. The dungeon must still hold some influence over your mind. You have to get past Bjorn to get through that door. You don't think that's going to be easy, but maybe you can strike a bargain and spare bloodshed. Maybe you can rely on Ashara to deal with Bjorn for you. After all, she knows him.
What do you do?
Bargain with him
Attack him
Cast a spell on him
Surrender to his desires
Call upon Ashara
Encounter eleven - Yes, her lips look so inviting
"Kiss her," Xinophus says for a third time.
Lyrica stands on her tiptoes, reaching her lips up to yours. You feel a push on your mind, as if a gentle urge from without that perfectly matches your desire within. You cannot resist this urge to kiss her. Your lips fall upon hers and your mouths open together in a torrid kiss. Tongues meld together in a single, twisting heat. There is a surprising spicy sweetness to her mouth, almost like mint, and her hands caress you as she embraces you.
Her arm around your neck pulls you gently to the woven rug on the floor. The weight of your breasts fall against her. You feel her warm fur against your thigh. She presses her hips and you feel the heat growing beneath that silky patch of hair. The soft shape of her mound rubbing against your toned thigh. The heat of her kiss, the vigor of her tongue, helps you forget that you have an audience.
Your lips finally break from hers with a wet pop, your mouths connected for a moment by a candlelit strand of shared saliva. She smiles up at you, running her fingers through your golden hair. She is young and beautiful and you feel an attraction you have never felt before for another woman.
"What is your name?" she whispers, her dark eyes glittering.
"Kirsten," you say.
"Mmmmm, a pretty name," she says. Her hands gather your breasts and her thumbs caress your nipples. She pulls you higher and lets the weight of your tits fall against her face. Her hot tongue crawls over and between them. Her lips find a nipple and she sucks.
"Ohhhhh," you cry, holding her head against your bosom.
Her hot little tongue and eager mouth explore every inch, sighing from within your dangling breasts, hands squeezing them against her face.
Every kiss and every lick, every straining suck, drives you deeper and deeper into a fever of lust. It only makes sense to roll onto your back when her hands urge it. She helps you out of your loincloth and kneels between your parted thighs.
"Lick her," murmurs Xinophus.
Reminded of his presence, you glance at him and are surprised to see he has opened his robe. He is seated several feet away with his knees apart and two pale cocks rising from his lower abdomen. One is atop the other, larger and flared at the tip, while the smaller cock is curved and with a pronounced ribbed texture. He toys with them idly as he watches Lyrica raises her pert ass and lowers her face between your thighs.
Your gaze drifts back to Lyrica as her tongue plays over the swollen groove of your quim. You let out a sharp gasp as she laps at your clitoris. Your fingers lace in her dark hair. She probes your sex with gentle fingers. Finding your maidenhead, she moans against you and withdraws her fingers carefully.
Stimulating your clitoris with her tongue would be enough to drive you to orgasm, but Lyrica has practiced more delightful pleasures. Her fingers squeeze your outer mound and she clamps her lips against your clit. She begins to suck, rhythmically, flicking her tongue against your suctioned bud with each pulse of pressure.
"Ohhhhh gods!" you cry, squirming and thrusting yourself against her mouth. Her sucking grows louder. Your juices soak her chin and your thighs. Your eyes roll back in your head as your orgasm becomes imminent. Your lips open in a wordless cry. "Aahhhhhhhh!"
The orgasm is intense and prolonged by Lyrica's practiced sucking and licking. Her gently squeezing fingers add an edge of pain to the sensations, further driving you to rippling, sunlit beaches of ecstasy. You bask in the warmth of this pleasure, all of your travails forgotten at the end of Lyrica's deft tongue.
You are eager to repay the pleasure. You pull Lyrica into a kiss, tasting yourself on her lips and tongue, the sweet musk of your own arousal. Your hand presses between her thighs as you kiss and you feel the slickness
of her thatched cunt. She opens to your fingers and you push two inside her. She cries out as you hook your fingers against her soft inner flesh.
"Lie back, Kirsten," says Xinophus. "Lyrica will kneel upon your pretty face."
"Yessss," you moan, releasing your hold on the petite woman and stretching back onto the carpet. Though you have never pleasured a woman before, it seems only natural that Lyrica would climb atop your face. Her thighs enclose you and you look up at the damp fur of her cunt and the pink folds peeking out from inside this musky forest. Her hips descend and you reach up to cradle her firm, small bottom and pull her against your eager mouth.
"Mmmmmm!" you cry out with lust as your tongue pushes inside Lyrica. You feel the clench of her tight sex around you and the sudden tensing of her muscles. She rocks against your mouth almost immediately and she gasps with each stroke of your tongue.
You feel the bud of her little clit against your lip. You withdraw your tongue and attempt to mimic the technique Lyrica used on you, capturing the pebble of her pleasure in your lips and sucking her tender flesh into your mouth. You flick that fleshy bead with your tongue as you suck.
"Oh, master, it feels so good," cries Kirsten. "I want to cum. I want to cum."
"A bit more," says Xinophus.
Your finger against her anus is the added ingredient. You have tested yourself with a finger before and in the bath when you had such comforts you have enjoyed the sensation of a single digit thrust into your pink pucker. Lyrica cries out loudly as your finger drives into the hot tunnel of her ass. Your tongue and sucking mouth are relentless.
She grabs your hair, riding hard against your mouth, and her wordless wails of pleasure would be enough to know she is cumming. But there is more, a hot, slick flow of her juices bursting over your lips and flowing into your mouth and down your throat. You swallow her honey, sucking it from the source and drinking every heavenly drop.
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