Ashara turns and saunters toward the wolf leader, her wide hips swinging side to side and the plump mounds of her tits jiggling enticingly with every stip. She sweeps her lavender-blond hair from her face.
"What are you afraid of, Kjall?" she purrs and strokes the gray fur of the werewolf. "Do you think your pack will become jealous?"
She waves her fingers , almost like a spell, but with none of the precision. The other werewolves immediately turn on each other, snarling and snapping their jaws. The werewolf behind you leaps down and charges into the combat. Only the werewolf called Kjall seems to have kept his wits.
Ashara slides her hands down from his chest and strokes the pink cock emerging from his sheath. Her fingers play around the tip, tracing the shape of it. Her hands slide lower, squeezing him and working his cock.
"What do we have here? Were you going to mount this poor girl?"
"You know why we're here, bitch," he growls.
"Awww," Ashara pouts her full lips. "I'm sorry to deprive you of a warm quim, but Kirsten must be allowed to leave."
She strokes his cock to full erectness and crouches down before him. Her long tongue rolls in a slow circle around the werewolf's flattened glans, gathering up an oily drop of his precum. He groans and caresses her head with a clawed hand.
"You test me, bitch," growls the werewolf.
Ashara gives him another slow lick, taking her time to let her tongue flatten and curl around the head of his cock and flick over the slit. She lifts her mouth and looks at you over her shoulder.
"Go to the cabin, my sweet. Bjorn guards the exit from this place. He's not so scary as these brutes, but keep your wits about you."
"Y-yeah," you say, backing away from the sight of the succubus as she begins to suck the werewolf's massive cock. You try to ignore the heat of desire as you dash across the clearing and reach the door of the cabin. You throw open the door, hurrying inside and barring the door behind you. If Ashara was able to appear in a cloud of smoke, she can surely disappear just as easily. But the winner of the werewolf fight might come looking for you.
Safely inside the cabin, you turn your attention to the interior and take in your surroundings.
CONTINUE >
Encounter Fifteen - Parley
Facing down three hulking werewolves, with another behind you, doesn't give you much hope of survival or escape. You know you can't take them in a fight and a spell that is going to solve this problem does not spring to mind. That leaves you with one weapon remaining.
"Wait!" you shout. "Let's talk about this."
"Talk?" growls the leader of the werewolves. "The bitch wants to flap her pretty lips. Alright, bitch."
He shifts before your eyes, his thick pelt receding into tanned, battle-scarred flesh. His snout retreats and his eyes shift from red to clear blue. He is a muscular Noorman with a mane of sandy blond hair and a thick blond beard. His torso and arms are covered in primitive tattoos. His thick human cock dangles between his muscular thighs.
"Talk," he says, a growl still in his stony voice. "It won't change anything."
You hold up your hands, taking a step away from him as he comes towards you. The werewolves close in past their leader, sniffing at your hindquarters and snapping at one another.
"Demon scent!" growls one of the wolfmen.
"W-what is your name?"
"Kjall the Blooded," he replies. "Does the bitch have a name?"
"Kirsten... Kirsten Sungbaard."
"What were you doing with the succubus?" he demands, coming closer again and forcing you back.
"N-nothing. It was... it was just..."
"You fucked her, yeah?" Kjall's cruel smile shows his sharp teeth. "Doesn't matter. Your little pussy will still be tight after her tongue has been in there."
"I just want to be on my way. Pass through here. There has to be a way out."
"There is a hole in that cabin," says Kjall. "Behind the black door. We'll let you go in there. But you've got to do something for my pack."
Before you answer, one of the wolfmen gooses your bottom with its snout. You yelp and dance forward, almost into Kjall's muscular arms. Behind you, the three werewolves are showing their huge red cocks fully engorged and sticking up from their furry sheaths.
"What do you want?" you ask Kjall, suspecting what his desire might be.
"One deal, bitch. Suck their cocks, drink the seed of their loins, and then I'll fuck your ass." His smile shows gleaming white teeth and enlarged canines. "Take the deal or we'll take more from you. You're a bitch. It's all you deserve."
You look from one beast to the next. Their cocks are huge and shaped like the cocks you've seen jutting from beneath excited dogs. This will not be pleasant.
What do you do?
Accept Kjall's offer
Refuse him and prepare to fight
Encounter Thirteen - Kiss Your Way to Her Quim
Gazing upon the soft peach of Ashara's pussy, her delicate folds gently splayed by her fingers, you know you must taste her. You begin to kiss her feet once more, moving up past her ankles and following her shapely legs inward and upward. Your dangling breasts brush her leg as you crawl higher.
You reach her thighs and you stroke them with both hands. So smooth and soft. Your kiss moves closer and closer to the hot nexus of her womanhood. You can smell it now, a faint musk of arousal beneath the sweetness of her pheromones. This is the rawness of her desire and it is driving you wild.
"Yesssss," hisses Ashara. "That's it, my lovely princess. Come here. Come and taste."
You moan and follow her inner thigh to the hot petals of her perfect pussy. Your kiss her lightly and inhale the rich aroma of her cunt. She opens her pussy with her fingers, showing you more of the glistening lavender channel and petting her fingers over the plump bulge of her clitoris. It is much larger than your own, like the tiny tip of a cock poking out from the joining of her velvet folds.
Kissing her clitoris is the only thing you can think to do in that moment. She moans, caressing your head with both hands as she lifts one of her legs and rests it over your shoulder. This gives you even better access to her hot peach. You kiss her there again and again and then can no longer tease her with your lips. You must truly taste her!
The succubus laughs and moans in the same sound as your tongue begins to lap at the hot sweetness of her quim. Gods, that delicious flavor! Rich and sweet and tinged with exotic spices. Your tongue burrows into that molten channel. Her juices spill down your chin.
"Oh, princess," moans Ashara, thrusting her ripe fruit against your tongue. "You are a natural."
You feel like a natural. Whatever you may lack in practice pleasuring a woman with your tongue is more than made up for by the feverish lust the daemoness inspires in you. It takes both hands to tame her thrusting hips. Your fingers probe her hot channel and your tongue batter her clit. You capture it in your lips and suck on it, gratified by the loud gasps of pleasure from the demoness. Her juices slick your face. Her scent invades you completely.
Making a succubus cum is an accomplishment you will forever treasure. Her thighs squeezes against your face and her shapely bottom lifts off the bed as she arches against your fingers and sucking mouth. You feel the hot, rhythmic clench of her orgasm around your fingers. Her juices gush out in a hot torrent. The more of her slick nectar that you swallow, the more of it you want.
"Enough," cries the succubus, pushing your head away from her quivering quim with both hands.
She is flushed and surprisingly out of breath.
"You would make a fine succubus yourself," she says.
"Oh, really?" You blush at the compliment. "I have so much more to learn."
"Mmmmmm," she slides her hand between her thighs and covers her sopping mound. "Perhaps I could teach you something else, if you like to use your mouth."
She withdraws her hand and you nearly cry out in surprise. Her beautiful pussy has been replaced with the ugliness of a huge cock. It is a deep shade of purple, as thick as your wris
t, and rising to a huge plump that leaks a stream of precum. A pair of enormous bollocks dangle beneath this rude protrusion.
"H-how did you do that?" you ask.
"I become what my lover desires," says Ashara, stroking your head. "If you want to match a succubus in the bed, you must learn to pleasure a cock as well. Prove yourself to me. Suck me, my princess."
Looking at the grotesque enormity of this supernatural cock, you're not so sure this is what you want at all.
What do you do?
Obey and suck her daemonic cock
Refuse to suck her
Encounter Eight - Cover your entire body in mud
If the goblin liked watching you slather your "milkbubs" with the slimy mud, you reason he will love seeing the mud covering your entire body. You gather more of the cool slime in your hands and begin to spread it over your arms, your belly, your thighs and even between your legs. The goblin watches, mesmerized by the site of you turning your pale body into a smooth gray.
"You like?" you ask the goblin.
You don't need a verbal answer. The little pervert has opened his loincloth and is fondling the green and pink finger of his little cock as he watches.
You turn and slap the mud against your ass, letting the cool wetness ooze between your cheeks and down the backs of your thighs. You smear it over your quim again and find your clit buzzing with pleasure. You focus your rubbing, stroking the swollen bud and rolling your hips as you smear more and more mud onto your face and throat and from your dangling breasts.
"Oooooh," you moan, showing the goblin the inner pinkness of your sex.
You forget about the mud and focus on your own pleasure. The obscene sight of the goblin flogging his wee willy is enough added stimulation. He pinches a pink tongue between his thin lips and wanks himself to the sight of you. The pleasure is reciprocated as you finally sprawl on the muddy ground, your ass sinking into the mud and your thighs wide apart as you frig your cunt.
"Oh, yes," you cry, driving yourself towards your peak. "Oh, yes, I'm going to cum. Master. My little master. I'm going to cum for you."
He hops forward and is atop you before you can offer any resistance. His cock slips into your clutching quim and spears your tender wall. Your maidenhead parts before him, the sharp pinch of pain lost in moments as your orgasm summits and you thrust yourself against the wee goblin. Your cunt clamps against his stroking tool as you continue to frig yourself with your fingers.
"Yessssss!" You cry. "Fuck me!"
He thrusts in and out of you in a frenzy of lust. If his cock were bigger you might be getting the pounding of your life. Even the goblin's small cock is enough to drive you wild. You thrust up to meet him and his strokes take on an obscene sound of sloshing in your wetness.
"Good! Good human! Make shank spray!"
The little goblin lets out a high-pitched growl and grabs the softness of your breasts, one beneath each of his bony hands. He climbs completely atop you as he furiously humps into your sloshing fuckhole. His body tenses and you know your doom is upon you.
"Aaaaaaaa!" cries the little goblin.
His cock twitches and hot seed spurts into your depths. You instantly feel the effects of his cum. Warm pleasure washes over you and a euphoria grips your mind.
"Oh, yes, my love!" you cry. "Fill me with your seed."
You embrace him and squeeze against him as his little goblin bollocks spurt out every drop he can muster into your thirsty cunt. Your womb is awash in his beastly seed and you are, without a doubt, bred by the little goblin hunter. As his weight lifts, you pull him back into your arms, cradling him against your breasts and kissing his ugly little face.
"Stop!" he complains. "Enough! You squish Yalak!"
"Yalak," you moan. "My love."
CONTINUE >
Special Encounter - No More Risks!
You desperately want Olaf's cock inside your virgin quim, to make you cum like you never have before, but you cannot stand to sacrifice yourself to a life in Madreg's dungeon. You just barely manage to resist the urge. You take hold of Olaf's cock and you pull the glistening tip against the pucker of your anus.
"There," you moan. "Do it. Fuck my ass."
"Oh, yes, love!" Olaf feeds his cock into your hot pucker, stretching your whore ass around his swollen fuckmeat. The first stroke is nearly enough to set off your orgasm. He thrusts roughly into you, burying his cock, pulling back, and slamming in again. You arch against him, pushing your ass onto his cock and crying out as your strumming fingers push you over the edge.
Your rippling orgasm surges through your body. Your breasts heave with each shockwave and your ass reflexively clenches around him. Olaf throws back his head and thrusts his hips, skewering your ass on his cock as he pushes past your clench. He throbs deep inside you and you feel the familiar pressure of cumming pumping deep into your ass.
Olaf pulls out slowly, still breathing heavily as some of his cum drips from your freshly-fucked hole. You reach down and scoop it up. You look into his eyes as you bring your cumming fingers to your lips and lick them clean.
"I don't suppose there's anymore brandy?" you ask.
"Afraid not, love," he gasps, sagging against the stone bench. Yalak is passed out snoring next to you, his flaccid cock dripping post-cum down his leg.
You make do with water, drinking and freshening yourself up. Your mind is hardly clear, but at least the water braces you to continue your journey. Olaf is dressed once again when you return. You feel oddly embarrassed about how you have behaved.
"I have to go," You say.
"I'll show you the way out." He rises. "Should we wake Yalak?"
"No, let him sleep." You glance back over your shoulder at the little goblin. "And tell him thanks for everything he did to help me."
You return to the door being guarded by the immobile iron giant. Olaf bids you farewell and You slip past the immense suit of armor and pluck a fresh lantern from the wall. After quite a long distance you come upon a side tunnel.
You follow this lesser branch and begin to feel very cool, fresh air entering the tunnel. Ahead you see moonlight and your heart soars as you approach some exit from the caves into the exterior.
CONTINUE >
Special Encounter - Get Some Sleep
You bite your lip to squelch your boiling lust and look away from Yalak.
"We'd better get some sleep," you say. You mutter, almost to yourself, "Before I do something really stupid with this goblin."
Yalak's long, pointed ears twitch as if he might have heard what you said. If he did, he's not saying anything. He adds some scraps of wood from the floor into the brazier to stoke the fire. The warmth washes over your bare breasts and gives you almost as much comfort as a blanket. Or an embrace.
You curl up, pulling your knees against your chest as you lie down by the fire.
"I keep watch," says Yalak. "You sleep."
You mean to tell him to wake you and you will give him a chance to sleep, but a long blink of your eyes and you are out cold. You dream of your family, together and safe, and freedom. And all of it turns to flames and screaming. Madreg watches it from high above and his laughter is as loud as peals of thunder.
You awaken on the floor beside the ash-filled brazier. Your hair is matted to your face with sweat. You rub the crust from your eyes, yawn, and stretch. You realize Yalak is looking right down at you and your naked breasts. You cover yourself.
"Don't look at me like that you little brute!" you cry.
"Sorry, pretty Kirsten." Yalak rises from a crouch. "I look more at doors. Think about what on other side."
"Mmmmm?" You sit up and try to wrap your head around what he's saying. Right. The two doors. You rise to your feet and have a look at them again. "What have you figured out?"
He points to the door beneath the stone carved with the winged lion.
"This door is sting beast. It always hungry for flesh and stings will make you go this way." He pantomimes paralysis. "It has wings. Very da
ngerous. But goblin not get sick to stinger. Maybe Yalak help."
"What about this one?" you ask, pointing to the other door.
"Oh, this one is very dangerous. I know some goblin, they go this way in past and never come back." He squints at the pictogram of the snake with a human head. "I hear singing from inside door earlier while you asleep. Pretty woman voice."
"Have you ever been beyond this point?" you ask.
He seems to consider whether or not to answer your question and then nods. He walks over to a small hatch set into the wall. It is no bigger than your thigh and could not possibly serve as an escape route for a human. It seems too small for even the scrawny goblin.
"Go this way and see friend. He is small man called Olaf. I like him."
"So you told me a little lie when you said you weren't curious about coming this way before." You gesture towards the little hatch. "That's the only other way?"
Yalak nods. Assuming he is telling you the truth now, you only have the two choices and you're going to have to pick one and hope that your skills and maybe a little help from your new goblin companion will allow you to escape.
Which door do you choose?
The winged lion door
The human-headed snake door
Epilogue - The Desert Sisters
"I have to be with my sisters," you tell Oriodamus.
The spell sage's eyes twinkle for a moment and he offers you a resigned smile.
"I know better than to try to convince you," says Oriodamus. "You've been through so much. Perhaps this is the way it must be for your family to survive."
You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek.
"Come and visit us in the Lakelands. Promise me."
"Of course," says the old wizard. "And I will help you when I am able."
You and your sisters stay with Oriodamus for another day and another night. On the following morning, he calls the four of you out to the platform where you arrived. The day is cool and your modest white gowns, newly furnished by Oriodamus, billow in a breeze rich with the smell of the sea. You each carry a pack with clothing and trade goods, along with a small purse of coins.
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