Ashara takes the parchment from you and studies the illustration depicting a statue of a voluptuous woman with a modesty veil covering her face. Oriodamus steps forward beside you and continues to explain.
"Even as Shaddobar unified under their new orthodoxy, many maintained shrines to Cylexus. Even to this day, there are many secret worshippers."
"I do not know this goddess," says Ashara. "Is she a demon?"
"No," you say. "She is a goddess, but her aura is dormant. She is sleeping or dead. But they carry on her faith. They are waiting for her return."
"Yes," whispers Ashara, grasping the plan. She rises from her throne and towers above you as she begins to grow in size to match the statue of Cylexus. Her lavender-tinged hair and burning crown melt into a silken veil that covers her face."
"Behold," she says spreading her arms and speaking sweetly. "Your new goddess."
"We have prepared spells to mimic the powers ascribed to her in their ancient texts, my queen," says Oriodamus.
"I will need priestesses to carry my faith into their lands." Ashara waves her hand to her guards and an ornate double door swings inward. A crowd of beautiful women in shimmering robes walk into the throne room. You gasp as you recognize Heidi, Camilla, and Jacinda among the group. "My daughters. Trained in the pleasures of the flesh and the wisdom of pleasure. They will take the word of Ashara and call me by my other name. Cylexus."
Far from being upset, you weep with joy at realizing that your sisters will carry out the plan you and Oriodamus have devised for Ashara. It will be a long and difficult journey, but one with much less bloodshed. You have saved thousands, perhaps millions, and aided your queen in spreading the truth of pleasure through the material world.
All hail Ashara! All hail Cylexus! Her reign is only just beginning, but your adventure is at an end.
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Encounter Sixteen - Lick Her
Madreg's demonic fuckmeat hammers into your freshly-claimed cunt and triggers equal parts pleasure and revulsion. As your helpless body clutches against his huge member, the plump ass practically smothering your face proves a welcome distraction. The strong smell of the chanter's furry sex draws your lips closer to her dewy groove. You lean your head up, pressing your nose into the pillowy warm crack of her ass and inhaling her hot scent as you extend your tongue and sample her nectar.
"Ooooooh," she cries above you and pushes back onto your face, burying you in her ample bottom.
You reply with your own moan and thrust your tongue into her sweet folds. Her warm juices spill onto your lips and drip down your tongue into your throat. You swallow her taste as she fucks back onto your tongue and smothers your nose in her ass.
"That's it!" laughs Madreg. "Taste her! Isn't she delicious, my pet?"
"MMmmmmmm!" you cry, burying your face against her ass. You tongue deep into her hot channel and slurp at the furry folds that grind against your mouth.
The hands of the chanters release you completely. You're free to try to escape again, but all you can think about is your growing pleasure and the sweet, fragrant pussy and ass pressing down. You reach around and pull her down onto you so you are smothered completely. She works her hips atop you, plump ass smashed onto your face and that juicy pussy grinding from your chin, over your tongue, to your nose.
The chanter rides more and more heavily atop your tongue. Her surprisingly tight tunnel squeezes at you and drools its delicious juices into your mouth. You gulp them down, hungry for more. You run your tongue up her ass and lap at that plump pucker as well, feeling her pink wrinkle flexing against each wet lick.
Madreg's cock is a distant source of pleasure. It sets the pace of the motion and pushes heat onto the fire of your pleasure, but the demented wizard might as well be a machine designed to pleasure you. All of your attention is focused on this fat ass and pussy rubbing and bouncing on your face. You cry out and suck at her clit. You push your tongue into her asshole and drill deep into that naughty passage, stimulating another loud moan that vibrates through the chanter's body.
She cums with sudden force, pouring her juices into your mouth and all over your face in squeezing spurts. You drink her sweetness and arch beneath her as your pleasure mounts.
"That's it!" cries Madreg. "Cum for me! Receive my seed!"
A distant pang of regret echoes through your mind, but you find all the comfort you need in the sweet bottom of the chanter. You slurp lewdly at her dripping folds, thinking only of her delicious cunt and smothering, comforting ass as you begin to cum. Your quim clamps tightly around Madreg's invading cock. He forces past your resistance and you feel a sharp jolt of pleasure deep inside you. His gargling cry of pleasure becomes a roar echoed by the chanter riding your face. She wails in sympathy as his cock thrashes and jerks and begins to spray his demon-infused seed into your depths.
"Yes! Yes!" he roars. "Take the seed of the god! Swallow my cum with your hungry vessel!"
Your orgasm only grows in strength as his cock pumps violently into you, overflowing you in hot gushes that trickle down your ass and pool on the altar. His torrent of cum seems endless. You feel a tingling within your womb that builds into a hot, pulsing resonance with your orgasm. You begin to scream as the demonic essence suffuses your body.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Six - Bend over and offer your ass
You rise and turn away from the orc. It's hard to breathe. It's hard to even think, but your mind is made up and you know what you want. If you the curse of the dungeon would damn you if your aching cunt received the orc's seed then you will give him your ass.
You press your body against the pit's smooth wall. Your hard nipples drag against the cool stone. You look over your shoulder and thrust your shapely bottom behind you. Reemek stares with obvious lust at the fuzzy peach of your mound and the luscious curves of your ass. You reach back and caress your bottom. You give a cheek a slap and pull your ass open with your fingers, showing the orc the pink knot of your asshole.
"Fuck me," you beckon him. "Mount my virgin ass."
Your words are a breathless gasp and unimaginably vulgar for a well-bred woman such as yourself. Your mother would be furious to hear those words, although she might have an even bigger problem with your obscene display as you offer your ass to the orc.
"Make ready first," says Reemek, walking towards you with his fist holding the hard meat of his cock.
The orc falls at your hindquarters and buries his face in the pale expanse of your ass. Your lips form into an oval and you let out a long moan. Reemek demonstrated a hunger for your quim and now he tastes the hot pucker of your ass. His tongue massages your clenching wrinkle. He mutters to himself in orcish and darts his tongue into the pucker of your anus. It's a strange and not entirely pleasant experience, but you force yourself to relax and Reemek's eager tongue forces your hole to relax in turn. His rimming tongue loosens your entrance and a testing finger slips easily past your spit-lubed ring of muscles.
He works two fingers in, stands and spits noisily into your crack, fucks the spit into your ass with his fingers, and then withdraws them from your tender pink bud.
"Now fuck ass," he says. "Not want to hurt you, pretty princess."
You appreciate his intention, although because of it you are caught off guard as he roughly jams his cock up your ass. It sinks into your hot pucker, stretching you wide and forcing the air from your lungs in a sudden gasp. His cock presses deeper and deeper up your hot pipe until his balls are pressing against the dewy mound of your cunt. He does not hesitate or give you time to adjust. The orc grips your hips and begins to power his cock in and out, his muscular thighs slapping against your ass as he claims your virgin hole.
"Gods! It's huge!"
"You good and tight," he grunts. "Make shank feel good."
He slaps into your harder and harder, your tits swinging with each impact and your ass slicked by the precum flowing from his cock. The paralysis of pain gives way to pleasure and you thrust back aga
inst him, taking him to the root and massaging his length with your ring. His drive is relentless. He growls and yips and fucks into you, his glans popping out with a lewd suck more than once, only to have your gaped wrinkle plunged again a moment later by every inch of him.
He hunches over you and bends and reaches an arm across your breasts and another across your throat as if he is going to choke you. Instead, Reemek pulls you upright. He holds you tightly against him and strokes into you with slow thrusts that hardly move the buried length of his cock inside your ass. He squeezes your breasts, plucking at your nipples as he leans across your slender shoulder and forces a kiss on your lips.
"Mmmmmmm," you cry, returning his savage hunger, tongue rising to meet the orc's.
You arch against him. He controls your body with his arms, hungry hands, and that ruinous cock pounding into your stretched hole. It is so deep and so swollen with his orcish might that it pushes you to the verge of ecstasy. You reach down, two-handed, and ensure that you climax. One hand spreading your slick groove and the other vigorously massaging your clit, slipping against that slick button.
Your orgasm is a shuddering, trembling thing. You would collapse to the ground as the hot ripples of pleasure work through your body if it were not for the dominating masculine power of the orc. He holds you tight against him as you squeeze against his thrusting cock. Sweat covers you and your lips quiver with pleasure.
The orc leans into you and holds your throat in his hand. He lightly bites your shoulder and then your neck. A grunt escapes his lips and you feel the throb of his cock inside you. The jerk of his orgasm travels from your tender ring to the depths of your ass and you feel the hot pressure of his release. You squeeze back with your muscles, massaging his spurting fucktool as he unloads his pent lust into your bowels. Pump after pump of hot orc seed paints your ass and slurps lewdly around his thrusting cock.
"You...you make good mate," says the orc. "Too bad...I let you go."
He pulls his cock out of your ass with a wet pop and immediately a silky flow of his cum drips out of your stretched pucker onto the floor. He watches it, caressing your ass, and then steps back. Brushing a sweaty lock of hair from your face, your turn and embrace him, kissing him and pressing your breasts and body against him. Your hand instinctively goes to his cock.
"You're going to let me go?"
"Yes," he says. "I help you out of dairy."
"Ohhh," you moan, feeling new pangs of lust for this beast. "Let...let me clean you."
He does not stop you as you drop to your knees and clean him with your tongue and with your soft lips. Your ass aches from the fucking, but that only holds your lust at a throb and you enthusiastically tongue and slurp and kiss the orc's cock. It is only natural that, when he stiffens again, you take him into your mouth and suck him. It does not take long. He fills your mouth. His scent and taste almost overwhelming. You cradles his stones in one hand and stroke his drool-covered shaft with the other.
"Princess," he warns, "I cum again."
You take it all into your mouth. Swallow it as it spurts across your tongue. Wishing his cock were inside you, filling your royal cunt with his load. You cannot blame such demented lust on the magic of the dungeon alone. You desire this orc and it shows in the wanton way you pleasure him with your mouth and siphon out every drop of his hot cum. It all goes down your throat.
"We must go," he says, pulling you up.
You nod, wiping his taste from your lips. You climb the rope ladder together and he leads you through the darkened chamber.
Beyond the pit is a vast, dark chamber filled with machine sounds and the sighing of women. Reemek leads you towards a wall of shadowy movement. As you step closer, you realize that it is dozens of women bouncing against the wall, a silver shaft impaling their cunts and their hunched bodies suspended beneath silver orbs. Each woman has huge breasts and her breasts are clamped with glass-like bulbs that fill with milk and suck it up into hoses that lead into the silver spheres.
"The dairy," says Reemek. "Madreg feed army and make powerful magic with human milk."
"It's sick," you say, looking away from the awful scene.
Reemek shrugs and leads you to a heavy iron door. He opens the combination lock and swings the door open. You are struck by a wave of heat and the sounds of a jungle.
"Is this the way out?" you ask hopefully.
"Courtyard," says the orc. "Be careful, princess. Goblin tribe and even more dangerous things live in jungle. Gobbos is cowards. Scare them if you see them. Other thing...don't go looking. Go out door if you find."
You have many questions to ask your new ally, but he shoves you through the door and begins to close it.
"Wait!" you say. "Thank you, Reemek. I wish there was..."
He nods, seemingly ashamed that he is not offering you more help, and he slams the iron door closed, trapping you in the sweltering jungle. The walls of the dungeon are far too high for you to have any hope of climbing out. You must venture into the jungle and hope to find the door the orc spoke of.
A heavy, monsoon rain begins to fall, washing away your sweat and other filth clinging to your almost-naked body. You head into the jungle, cautious, but hopeful you can find your way out.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Fifteen - Your Mouth and the Wolf
Making up your mind sends a hot thrill through your body. It's perverse. It's demented. And it's what you want.
"Why are you smiling like that?" asks Bjorn.
"I've made up my mind. I want the wolf."
Bjorn is clearly surprised, but he's not arguing. Without another word, he shifts into the form of a huge direwolf. The thick gray fur sprouts all over his body as he drops to all fours and his limbs, snout and tail shift. He looks at you with the same piercing blue eyes, cold as ice. He wags his tail and walks over to the chair. He places his front feet up on the seat of the chair, exposing his underbelly. The glistening red of his cock is just beginning to peak out of its furry sheath.
The atmosphere of the cabin seems twenty degrees warmer. Sweat prickles your brow and your heart hammers in your chest as you walk slowly over to the chair. That wolf, Bjorn, looks at you, its fanged mouth open and its pink tongue flicking with its panting breath.
"G-good boy," you say, stroking his soft coat. "I know what you want. Just, b-be a good boy."
You're more nervous doing the unspeakable deed with this wolf than you were facing off against monsters with your sword. The sight of his pink and crimson cock, extending slowly from its sheath, only increases your nerves. But you're not backing out. A part of you really does want this. You want to choose to violate one of the deepest taboos. You drop to your knees beside Bjorn and lean your head beneath him. You inhale the animal musk of his cock. So strong and so inhuman.
His glistening cock is hot to the touch. You tease it with your fingertips before grasping him in your hand. Most of his cock is a pale, glistening pink, with dozens of tiny red capillaries visible along the shaft. There is a darker patch that strangle matches the light and dark patterns in Bjorn's fur. The tip is very blunt, flat, not rounded like the penis of a human.
Bjorn whines as you begin to stroke him gently with your hand. He wags his tail and dances from foot to foot, thrusting himself into your fist. You lean a bit closer, close enough that his fur brushes your cheek. Your heart is pounding. You stick out your tongue and taste him. Salty, sweet, and extremely warm. He whines above you, louder than before.
"Alright," you say. "Alright, I can do this."
This animal, this beast, never meant to be with a woman and yet you offer him your mouth willingly. You part your lips and take his hot, thrusting cock across your tongue. Your mouth closes. You suck his thrusting, lupine beast cock. Unwilling to stop now that you have begun, even as it presses to the back of your throat and nearly makes you gag.
"Mmmmmmhmmm," you moan around him. You thrust your fingers into your loincloth and begin to furiously rub your clit. Bjorn thrusts into your mouth. He
begins to hump your face with bestial abandon. Your spit lubricates his thrusts and your mouth fills with the unique tang of his beastly precum.
The laws of men forbid what you are doing. Most of the gods forbid what you are doing. But your body, oh how your body responds to the depraved act of sucking that animal cock. You moan louder and louder, fingers working feverishly to frig your straining clit. Your tongue curls beneath Bjorn's lupine shaft. His furry balls slap against your face.
He cums with sudden force, bursting against the back of your throat and the inside of your cheek. Your tongue is bathed in his beastly brine. You swallow and yet it is not enough as he gushes, forcefully, again and again into your mouth. You moan and cum against your fingers as you suck the hot seed from Bjorn's pumping lupine cock. It dribbles down your chin and coats your mouth in his unique flavor.
"Oh gods," you cry, finally slipping your mouth off his cock. You return to it for a few more bobs on his shaft and a final gush of tangy cum. You bathe his cock with your tongue. You ease him out of your mouth slowly and finally and lean back on your knees. Your fingers work on your clit and you rub yourself to a sharp, short orgasm enhanced by the feel of Bjorn slimy cum on your lips and decorating your breasts.
You rise unsteadily to your feet. Your thighs are still shaking from your orgasm and your sense of smell is distorted by the rankness of Bjorn's semen.
The wolf drops its front paws down from the chair and begins to lick its own cock as that appendage retreats into Bjorn's lupine sheath. The black door is beckoning you and you start walking towards it. Bjorn watches you without changing back into a human.
The black door opens easily enough into a room of almost total darkness. The floor is rocky and strewn with tiny pebbles that roll beneath your feet. There is a single round entrance cut into this stone floor, smooth and perfect, and from within you can hear a howling wind. There is the start of an iron ladder bolted into the curved shaft. You do not want to go back down, into the underworld of Madreg's dungeon, but you see no alternative.
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