“Just fucking your pretty cunt wouldn’t do it. Gotta give you a taste of the old tail toxin to make sure you’re getting nice and ready. Normally I’d a plunged it into you when we first met. Make you nice and soft and pliable to be fucked and carry my brood. But, so it goes.”
“Mnnn!” Julyana managed to gasp as his tail pricked her other breast, the sensation of pleasant pressure swelling in that generous orb as well. “What… what happens now?”
“Now? Now you start massaging those sweet things. And I enjoy my reward!”
“Wha- ahhhhhhh!” Julyana screamed as the imp suddenly sheathed his girthy cock in her impossibly sensitive pussy. “Mnnnn!” She moaned as the imp grabbed her plush rear, fingers sinking into the cushiony ass, his head just cresting her backside, nose propped between the crease of her cheeks. He inhaled lustily. “Oooh, I love the smell of a bitch in heat.”
“You… ah… you…”
“Get massaging those milk puppies! Or don’t. I’m all for doing the ritual again.”
Julyana bit back her cry of pleasure. She fumbled for her breasts, and cried out as her fingers sank into the soft, oh so pliant titflesh. “Oooooh goooods!” she moaned, fondling her incredibly sensitive teats. “It’s so… so goooood! I… mnnnnn!”
“Oh baby, just keep making those sounds!” the imp panted as his hips worked feverishly, his cock slurping into her hot box with every thrust.
Julyana panted, palming her teats. She squeezed, massaging those fleshy orbs. The weight on her chest began to grow. She moaned as her breasts swelled under her eager touch, the pressure deepening as she rolled her increasingly massive breasts in her hands. She wished she could hate that feeling; could deny it felt so good for her to lift and squeeze her engorged tits. She fondled and pushed, her fingers massaging and crushing her ever expanding mounds. She couldn’t hate what she was feeling. It just… felt… too… good!
“Ohhhh!” Julyana cried, arching as her first orgasm pumped through her, toes curling and cunt squeezing the imp’s cock.
“Oh fuck!” Lugin groaned, chomping on the tip of his cigar as his seed suddenly exploded into her hot depths. “Yes!” he screamed as he kept thrusting, not softening for an instant. “Yes! Squeeze those milk bags, slut! Squeeze ‘em reeeeeal gooood! Mmmm! Nipples! Tweak your slutty nipples! Ahhh fuck! Human cunt… human cunt is the beeeest!”
Julyana barely heard him. Her head spun with the imp’s toxins and arousing smoke. But the idea trickled through the pleasured slush that was her mind. Her hands glided up her now immense breasts, gasping as her fingers stroked the hardened nubs. She bit her lip with the terror of anticipation of what would come, and pinched her nipples.
“Nnnnnyaaaaaa!” Julyana screamed. The pressure in her breasts suddenly burst. Milk sprayed from her engorged nipples, soaking into the waters below in a sudden deluge of arcane cream.
“Fuuuuck!” Lurgin moaned as her pussy contracted, rippled, and squeezed around his meaty cock. The imp squealed as Julyana leaned forward into the cauldron by the sheer weight in her breasts, lifting the imp off the stool by the stranglehold her pussy had on his cock. The imp clung to her ass, claws digging in, a feeling so exquisite against her desperately sensitive flesh Julyana cried out and came once more.
Panting, Julyana slumped against the cauldron’s lips. Her hands automatically massaged her breasts, squeezing out the last of her arcane induced cream. She gave a weak moan as her breasts shrank back to more normal proportions.
“Hrrrr…” Lugin groaned as her pussy loosened. The imp slid out of her, hitting the floor with a thump. “Oh fuck. Ah! Wait!” he squealed an instant before Julyana slid from the cauldron, crushing the imp under her plush ass.
For a moment Julyana could only kneel there on the floor, trying to recover from the intensity of her orgasm. She ignored the indignant sounds coming from beneath her until, feeling sufficiently recovered, she climbed back to her feet.
“Ow,” Lugin managed from the floor. Julyana reached down, peeling him off the boards and dangling him before her flushed face.
“What… what now?” she demanded.
“Lady… your ass is a king’s treasure,” the imp wheezed.
Julyana rolled her eyes and gave the imp a shake. “Talk!”
“A’right. A’right,” the imp gasped. “Right. Now, you have to conjure up a vision of what you saw. Stir the waters until it shows you what you need and speak the words.”
Julyana released the imp, ignoring his indignant squawk as he fell to the floor again. Picking up a long wooden spoon she began to stir the waters slowly. Picking up the heavy book, she propped it open and glanced at the pages writ within.
“Istra nee oryxac,” she said, her voice soft and trilling with the spell. She felt again that heat of magic swelling within her. She took a deep breath, her eyes brightening as she stared into the circling waters, watching them swirl, shapes forming in the waters. “Naseen gorha nock takinta!”
She forced the memory of that terrible night into her mind. She tried to visualize landmarks and the shape of the road along the Nighmire’s highway. The waters stirred, churning slowly. The shapes within the waters shifted, taking on a more familiar aspect. Her heart throbbed at the sight which greeted her.
Though little remained as evidence of the attack, she knew that path. Though her glimpse of it had been passing as she fled, terrified, into the bog, she doubted she would ever forget it. She was looking down upon it as if from the eye of a soaring eagle, the winding path flanked by thick, boggy earth and ragged trees. A shape made itself out to her and she focused on it. She gasped as the ground rushed up, then moaned weakly at what she saw.
Off the road, half sunken in the marsh, the remains of her carriage emerged like broken bones of some humped wooden beast. No doubt where the bandits had dragged it off lest its ruins warn others of what had become of her wedding party. Julyana felt a lump grow in her throat. No doubt somewhere in the marsh her husband’s body had been cast off too, left to sink to the depths after being stripped of anything worthwhile.
“Whassa matter with you?” the imp said, fluttering onto the edge of the cauldron.
Julyana took a slow, choking breath. She shook her head. “Nothing,” she breathed. “Nothing.” She forced the thought from her mind. Terence was dead. But Nina still lived. Nina, who needed her help. She forced her vision to shift from the scene and back towards the highway.
“Hey, how’d you do that?” the imp said as he peered over the edge.
“I just did,” Julyana said.
The imp gave her an impressed look. Julyana ignored it as she focused on the path.
“Hey! There! By the trees. Zoom in there!”
Julyana focused on the spot, the terrain rushing up to reveal a sharp cliff overlooking the trail among some trees. She narrowed her eyes, her fingers tightening on the wooden spoon until it creaked. A man lurked atop the cliff, his ragged clothes and weapons marking him easily as one of the bandits. She didn’t recognize him, but his place there could mean only one thing.
“Looks like he’s on the watch for more victims,” the imp said, giving his cigar a lazy shake, sending ash fluttering down.
Julyana nodded slowly. “Yes,” she breathed, teeth grit tightly. “And he would know where their hideout is. And where Nina is being kept.”
“So what’cha thinkin’?” the imp said with another puff of his cigar.
“I need more spells,” Julyana said hoarsely. “More power.”
The imp grinned, his lips moving his cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other. “I can do it. But so’s ya know,” he added with a wiggle of his brows. “It’s gonna cost you.”
“Anything,” Julyana said fiercely. “Anything to save Nina!”
The imp cackled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Interrogation
Julyana opened the door and stepped into the misty haze of the Nightmire. She stepped out slowly, eyes panning the empty landscape.
Well, not
quite empty.
Searching the haze, she saw again the familiar shape of a wug sentry standing out of the marsh. The stunted monster slowly straightened as the princess, naked but for a satchel over her arm, stepped into the dark. Julyana eyed the wretched little monster with disgust. Her loathing was heightened by what she was about to do. It had taken a lot to get the information she needed from Lugin. She’d had to suck the imp’s bloated little cock, tongue his balls and let him lick and then fuck her asshole until she screamed with delight. That she was finding taking the imp’s cock less and less repulsive disturbed her a little, but she had to focus on the now. On the future.
And today, that meant getting past the wug sentry.
Lugin flapped to her shoulder, his taloned toes gently digging into her flesh. “Well, try it out,” he said.
With an annoyed look at the imp Julyana uncorked a vial she had been keeping at her side and drank the contents, trying not to think about what had gone into the potion. It tasted like swamp water mixed with piss but she forced it down. A small thing compared to some of what she had done of late.
She shuddered as she took the bottle away and stowed it. She looked down at the waiting wug and cleared her throat.
“I want to pass.”
The words formed in her head, but from her lips came a guttural, croaking sound. The wug sentry started in surprise, lifting his head and cocking it with interest. He looked at her with those blank, large eyes for a long moment, then croaked, “You speak tongue?”
Julyana exhaled in relief. She heard the rough croaking but the words seemed to overlay it in her mind.
“Told you it would work,” the imp said smugly. He grinned widely around his cigar. “Now, for the next part.”
Julyana sighed. Then, straightening, she gently cupped her breasts.
The wug stared at her soft teats as she gently lifted the plump mounds, her thumbs running slow circles around the heavy orbs, a narrowing spiral towards her nipples. “Wug has been watching me,” Julyana said slowly, her voice falling to a hungry rasp. Her thumb teased the underside of her nipples, her index finger gliding up to pinch the hardened nubs. She moaned softly as she toyed with her breasts for the monster’s benefit. “He has watched me and my lovely body for so long. Hasn’t he?”
The wug didn’t answer, but his pale belly grew to a slightly pinkish hue with his arousal. Julyana couldn’t believe she was doing this. The thought of it would have horrified the her of a short time ago. But times had changed. She had changed.
“He has wanted to touch this woman’s flesh,” Julyana continued, running her hands down her breasts, along her stomach. She had been plumper there, but a hard diet and stress had slimmed down her belly to a hollow, the narrow waist now contrasting more sharply her heavy breasts and the swell of the hips her hands now glided along. She turned slowly, her hips rocking like some seraglio slave of Shaddobar, revealing the soft, peachy curve of her bum.
The wug stared as if hypnotized by the motions of her hands and her luscious curves. Lazily, Julyana bent forward, pushing out her ass towards the wug. She spread her legs, baring the delicate folds of her pussy and hinting at the dark depths of her ass.
“This woman wants to pass,” Julyana moaned as her fingers teased her pussy, stroking her lower lips until they parted, pink flesh shining with dewy arousal. “If wug lets me pass, I will let him taste ass.”
Through her legs, Julyana saw the wug’s abdominal slit open, the pink wedge of a cock poking free. It grew like a worm emerging from the earth, pink and inhuman, glistening with its inner mucus.
“C’mon,” Lugin cackled, flapping over to land atop her ass. “How can you resist fucking an ass like this? When would you get another chance?” the imp said. Julyana gasped as he gave her soft rear a firm spank, her cry turning to a soft moan as the imp parted her ass cheeks to bare her puckered back door. The imp grinned. His long tongue flipped out, running up her puckered hole. “Speakin’ from experience, I can guarantee this is an ass you’d love to be buried under.”
The wug’s stomach fairly glowed red now. His soft, pink wedge of a cock was fully exposed and throbbing with desire. Julyana felt a curious thrill race through her at the sight.
“You can claim this woman’s ass,” Julyana moaned, rocking her hips towards the wug. “She would welcome your cock in her.”
The wug hesitated a moment more, but the sheer brazenness of the display broke him. He nodded. “Me accept. Me let pass if me get fuck.”
Julyana released her breath. She straightened, turning. Lugin flapped off her back and over to one of the skull topped pegs emerging from the marsh. Slowly Julyana crossed the space between her and the wug, her hips lazily swinging with her gait, her dewy cunt faintly shining in the luminous haze of the Nightmire. She hesitated only a moment before crossing the invisible barrier of the wards, and then she was beyond and before the wug.
Standing before the wug Julyana turned and got down on her hands and knees. She bit her lip as she thrust out her plush ass like a bitch in heat for the wug’s attention.
“Take me,” she murmured. “Please.”
The wug stepped forward. She flinched as she felt his webbed fingers touch the curl of her backside, his flesh cold and clammy and faintly slimy. His fingers stroked her plush rear, massaged her tense pucker, then slid down the seam of her ass and to her cunt. Julyana sucked in a breath as he rubbed her dewy folds, moistening them further. His huge eyes fairly glowed with appreciation of her soft curves as he stepped forward and aligned his cock with her tight asshole.
The feel of his cock sliding into her was like nothing Julyana had felt before. His shaft was cool and rigid, its wedged shape easily penetrating her gaping backdoor. A feel so starkly different from Lugin’s hot cock or Lord Novor’s thick shaft. Yet its contrast against her hot depths was striking and sent tendrils of delight snaking through her core, making her aware of every inch of his wedged shaft.
“Mnnnn!” Julyana moaned softly. “So cool… ah…”
“Cool for breeding,” the wug croaked as he began to thrust. She had expected him to be as slow and steady as his cool blood suggested, but as he felt her hot depths tighten about his cock he began to thrust eagerly into her ass.
“Yessss,” Julyana moaned, pushing out her ass more. “Breed me, wug. Breed my… mn… ass. Fuck it full of your seed.”
The wug nodded eagerly, increasing his pace, driving his inhuman shaft faster into her tight backdoor.
“Oooooh yessss,” Julyana moaned. Her body tingled with sensitivity. A sinful delight at the debasement of being taken by such a wretched monster as the wug racing through her. She felt her cheeks flush with a different kind of pleasure. Her heart beat quickly.
Lugin must have sensed it, for a moment later the imp had flapped in front of her, his hand pumping his disproportionate cock to its full, girthy length. “Got something special for your mouth,” the imp cackled.
“Yes, I need it in my mouth,” Julyana moaned. She didn’t even think of refusing the imp as she leaned in, tonguing his sour balls. The imp cackled in delight as she licked his heavy orbs, running her tongue over the smooth flesh while her ass was pounded by the stunted wug. Her lips took one orb, rolling it in her mouth, tasting him and feeling his seed churn within.
“Oh, yesssss! You’re a great cock sucker Mistress,” the imp groaned.
Julyana released his balls, her breath hot despite the coolness plunging into her rear, the wug’s hips slapping her bottom with every thrust. “Yes,” she moaned. “I love your imp cock. I love the feel of wug dick pounding my ass!”
The imp cackled. “Some princess you are,” the imp said with a leer. He grabbed her head and shoved his cock into her mouth.
The shame of his words only spurred Julyana on. She laved his musky cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling on his shaft as the two stunted creatures spit roasted her. She moaned and keened, trapped between the pair’s starkly different cocks. Lost in the pleasure of it. She moaned, her fat
breasts swinging beneath her as she rocked back, thrust forward, a thrall to the pair of plunging cocks.
The wug was the first to surrender. Used to the well stretched holes of breeder sluts, the frog-monster gave a great, heaving croak as he came, his cool seed bathing Julyana’s overheated depths in a sudden surge of monstrous arousal. Julyana cried out, her moan muffled by the imp’s plunging prick.
“Here it comes, sweet cheeks!” the imp moaned. “Swallow it all like a good bitch! Here… I… nyyaaaa!”
Lugin convulsed, burying his cock in her mouth, his balls nestling against her chin as he came. Julyana gratefully did as commanded, her throat working as she tried to swallow all of his foul seed. His hot cum pumped down her throat, settling in her stomach with a heavy sensation of sated pleasure.
Groaning, the imp slid his cock out of her mouth. Julyana’s heaving breath fairly steamed the air, her tongue thick with the taste of the imp’s balls and cock. Her ass aching with the savage rutting of the wug.
Slowly, Julyana stood, the wug’s cock sliding from her ass. As she straightened, the wug’s seed dripped from her plump rear, splashing into the water. She turned, glancing down at the wug where he lay, his neck swelling with his panting.
A thought flashed in her mind. With a smirk, Julyana leaned down and kissed the wug on his lipless mouth. The wug started in surprise, staring at her as she rose with a smirk. “Maybe we’ll do it again sometime,” she giggled.
The wug could only stare as she started off through the marsh. Lugin fluttered to her shoulder with a grin. “You saucy girl! I must be rubbing off on you.”
Julyana rolled her eyes. She wasn’t sure why she had kissed the wug, only that it somehow felt right. Somehow empowering to show the slimy monster an expression of mocking affection. She flexed her hands, feeling the magic spark through her veins like fire. This must be how the huntresses of Ctharne felt. She giggled, only to choke on how manic the sound was. She took a shaky breath.
The walk through the mire seemed shorter than her first time through. Admittedly she had been blinded with terror and exhausted after the attack, but soon enough she made out more familiar landmarks, and finally, the road.
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