Петров Серегей Викторович. 11

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All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental.

Unfortunately, Lucas is not a very strong hero and much of the story centers on his struggle to battle a powerful monster girl. Losing is not the end! When Lucas is defeated by a monster girl, he will be called to heaven by the goddess Veleda, who will judge his failure and give him advice to defeat the monster girl.

You are returning home from selling your modest farm’s harvest at market in the nearby village of St. Ingbert. It has been a dry year and it has been a struggle to tend your family farm alone. Loading and unloading the wheat and barley and turnips has left you exhausted. You nearly doze off in the late afternoon heat as the empty cart jostles along behind your mules, Old Joe and Betsy.

Your father is dead from a mysterious illness and your mother disappeared shortly after he died. For more than two years, it has fallen to you to tend the crops and keep the money flowing to pay for your older sister’s education in the faraway capital of Elzeheim. The modest pouch of coins you collected at market today is already spent by Genevieve on her tuition, room and board, and magical supplies. The thought of your beautiful sister studying alchemy and spell casting in the glorious white city of Elzeheim, capital of Lorraine, makes you break into a smile. All the labor will be worth it if she graduates and is certified as a white, blue, or green witch.

The cart bumps over a stone, jarring you to look up as you pass under the shade of the last stretch of forest before the open fields leading home. The coolness of the forest is nice after the beating sun, but something puts you ill-at-ease. In this primeval darkness, you might almost believe St. Ingbert didn’t really send all the monsters back to the spirit world.

Something drops from the trees and rolls into the path of your cart. Old Joe and Betsy rear up and nearly spill you off the driver’s bench of the empty cart. You stand up on the running boards and see that a huge log has dropped from a nearby hill and rolled into the road, effectively blocking it. There seems to be a narrow path to navigate around it if you put two wheels of the cart off the road and into the ditch. Before you can try to coax your tired mules to maneuver, three young man step into the road.

It’s the Gedry brothers. Johan is the tallest and leanest and his two younger brothers are squat and built with an unpleasant mixture of fat and muscle. Johan flips a knife in his hand as he steps closer. His brothers smack cudgels against their palms menacingly.

The two pudgy brothers laugh at the thought of you standing up for yourself. Johan turns back to you and jabs the point of his knife in your direction.

“You mean it’s for us to get drunk and whore it up in St. Ingbert? Yeah, you’re right.” Johan and his brothers take a threatening step closer. He jabs his knife again, almost close enough to stab you. “Hand it over, Lucas. I’m not asking nicely again.”

You reach down and feel the modest weight of coins in your leather bag. Your entire summer harvest is in that bag. If the Gedry brothers rob you, that’s it. You’re finished. And your sister will have to leave the academy.

The barn is empty enough for you to keep circling Theora outside of the reach of her staff. You search for an opening. And you keep getting distracted by how beautiful she is.

“Waiting can be important,” says Theora, grinning as she flourishes her staff and smacks you on the forearm. “You have to know when to take a chance and make your move. Did you see my weak spot?”

No. You didn’t. Her reach is much greater than yours and she knows what she is doing with that staff. You grimace and charge at Theora, wildly swinging your sword.

She lets out a lilting laugh, dances easily past your guard, and slams you in the chest with the side of her staff. You grunt as you hit the floor of the barn. Your sword is knocked from your grasp and thumps into some straw. The wind is knocked out of you for a moment. Theora takes full advantage.

“That was not the right opportunity,” she giggles, spinning her staff around and thrusting the tip into your face. You hold your hands up in surrender, not particularly in the mood to get smacked in the mouth with her staff. “Now is when a monster girl would take full advantage of you.”

Theora drops heavily atop your waist, straddling you on her knees and thumping her shapely bottom against your groin. Before you can react to the gorgeous angel sitting on you, she cradles your chin with one hand and leans in to kiss you.

Her lips are soft and warm and sweet. You yield to them in surprise and her tongue slips into your mouth, sending a thrill of shocked pleasure through your body. You try to pull back, to ask her what in the name of Veleda she is doing, but Theora won’t let you escape. She moans with amused lust, swirling the sweetness of her tongue into your mouth as her hand presses between her luscious body and yours. Your eyes go wide as you feel her touch against your cock straining in your trousers.

“I am going to show you the right moment to strike,” she says, bending her kiss to your neck and shoulder and sucking. In the same moment, her nimble fingers slip into your trousers and her grasp folds around your manhood, every bit as soft as you are straining hard. You are not sure how she is showing you anything, but you cannot argue with the beautiful angel’s lovely hand moving against you, squeezing you and tugging carefully at your hardness.

“When the monster girl exposes her most vulnerable spot,” hisses Theora, her words hot against you as she kisses across your shoulder and up your neck, “you will know it is time to strike.”

She gives your cock a squeeze, flicks her wings, and leads suddenly from your lap. You are left with your heart beating wildly and your cock sticking through your trousers, red and lightly glistening with your precum.

As you clamber uncertainly to your feet, Theora saunters to the edge of the empty stall that used to contain your mother’s horse, Lady. The beautiful angel leans against the wooden gate and thrusts her hips back. She reaches back to gather the soft, clinging fabric of her gown. Her pale blue eyes are full of mischief as she slides the gown up the backs of her thighs, exposing her creamy, slender legs all the way up to the pert roundness of her bottom.

She tilts her hips, making her plush backside even more enticing and revealing the gold-tufted mound of her cunt. Her slightly parted buttocks even reveal the dainty pink divot of her anus. You have never seen such a lewdly beautiful sight as this. Your cock is practically bursting just to look upon Theora’s naked flesh.

Even if your mind is overwhelmed by the naked glory of the beautiful angel, your body knows how to react to the invitation. You stumble towards her, cock in hand and your gaze fixed upon the miraculous pale crescent of her bum. Her slick pussy is inviting, but you see her true weak spot. Her ass! She must mean her ass!

She bites her lower lip and moans as you grab a handful of her assflesh, surprised by the firmness. You spread her wider and guide your hard cock to the clenched pink wrinkle of her asshole. You thrust against that warm divot and she tenses and cries out.

She blows a curl of golden hair from her face with frustration. She turns back around and returns to the position with her luscious ass and her glistening quim on display. She motions with her hand, “Come here.”

You step so close your cock brushes against the backs of her thighs. She reaches beneath her mound, between her legs, and takes hold of your cock. With a confident tug, she guides you to her slick entrance. You feel the silky tickle of her golden hairs and the warm, soft groove of her pussy.

You furrow your brow with concentration as you thrust your hips forward and drive your hardness into the hot, yielding furrow of Theora’s quim. She lets out an amused sigh of pleasure as you sink your length between her dewy netherlips. Her hot channel engulfs your hardness and squeezes tightly around your throbbing manhood. The velvet pleasure and gripping warmth is so intense that you nearly cum with your first few strokes.

“That’s it,” laughs Theora, tossing her hair and looking back over her shoulder. “Give it to me good, hero. Fuck my little monster girl pussy.”

“Ohhhhh gods,” you cry, grabbing her slender waist. You slam your cock in and out of her juicy quim. Your pelvis slaps against her angelic bottom, sending light jiggles through her creamy assflesh. Each thrust slaps wetly into her clutching tunnel and smacks your swinging stones against her clit.

“Not bad,” says Theora, arching and her thrusting her pussy back onto your cock. “Now do it harder. Go on, little hero, really give it to me soundly.”

What you intend to be a ferocious roar of lust comes out as more of a squawk as you desperately hump at Theora’s luscious hindquarters. Her pussy is a vise that squeezes tightly around each stroke. Your fingers dig into Theora’s waist and you try to hold on as you furiously pound your cock into her pussy.

“AAaaaahHH OOOOhhhhhh gods!” There is suddenly no more avoiding the damning rush of pleasure. Your ecstasy surges, curling your toes in your boots as you thrust your swollen cock desperately into Theora’s hungry cunt. You manage to sputter, “It’s so good!”

“I know,” laughs Theora, working her hips and driving you wild. Your cock jerks and spurts heavily into her thirsty quim. Her angelic folds and slippery depths devour your gushing seed. You thrust into her impossibly tight and rippling cunt until your strength has fled you entirely.

You stagger back, your cock slipping from Theora’s creamy cunt with a lewd plop. A trickle of your white seed spills from between her swollen cuntlips and drips down to the floor between her feet. The angel looks at you over her shoulder as she slowly stands upright. She has an almost pitying expression on her face.

“You are never going to out-fuck a monster girl,” she says. “Heroes have tried before and they almost never succeed. Oh, don’t pout, you fucked well enough for a farm boy.”

“Don’t go feeling sorry for yourself,” she says. “The lesson is here is that to beat a monster girl with sex you would have to fuck her to the point of exhaustion. For her to beat you all you have to do is cum once. Then she’ll have a taste for your essence and you will be her slave, unable to resist.”

You splash your groin with water from the well pump and feel shame at your inability to satisfy the glorious angel. The way she talked and the way her lewd body made you feel were both very unholy. Your face is red with shame as you finally exit the barn and find her waiting in the silvery moonlight, leaned against a fence and picking at her fingertip.

“You don’t want more training do you?” Theora looks at you with a hint of annoyance. “We can’t spend all night doing this. There are real humans in peril out there.”

“My sister Genevieve knows magic,” you say, feeling proud of your sister and ashamed of your own inability. “Well, she’s learning it. I never could do anything like that. Don’t you have some sort of trick you can teach me?”

“She chooses a farm boy again to be the hero with a thousand lives and this is what she gets,” mutters Theora loudly enough for you to hear. She says to you, “Very well, I suppose I could show you the most basic of abilities. You are so inexperienced that is unlikely you will learn it in a single night.”

She gives you a tight lipped smile and tosses her staff into the air. It disappears in a flash of holy light. She straightens her gown and holds her hand out palm up. She slowly raises her fingers to form a loose cup with her hand.

You stare intently at her fingers and cupped hand waiting for something to happen. You are about to ask her what you are looking for when there is a sudden, painfully bright flare of white light. For a moment, you see everything in the barn in sharp relief and then you are throwing your hands up to shield your eyes from the painful light. Even after you can tell that brightness has faded you are nearly blinded by the glowing afterimage in both retinas.

“It’s called Startle Eye,” says Theora. “It will take several minutes for the effects to fade, which will allow you to make a follow-up attack. Something like this…”

You feel fingers suddenly slip beneath your belt and into your trousers. Hands roughly yank your pants down from your waist and down your thighs. Cool air tickles over your cock and bare buttocks.

Your ability to speak is sharply curtailed by the incredible sensation of Theora sucking your hardening cock into the warmth and wetness of her mouth. She hums around you as her suction draws your cock out and coaxes you to full hardness in only a couple seconds. Her tongue swirls against the head of your cock and she begins to slide her lips from the tip down to the root of your manhood. The soft clutch of her throat tickles against the tip of your cock for a moment before she pulls back to your tip, slurping around you.

You cannot even describe what she is doing aloud. You wish you could see it, but your vision is still dazzled by her Startle Eye ability. You lightly rest your hands on Theora’s shoulders and lose yourself in the incredible sensation of her mouth bobbing on your straining cock. The caress of her lips and tongue, the hot spill of her saliva down to your balls, and the vibrations of her voice against your cock are enough to nearly draw out your cum. You manage to hold back for the moment, but you feel the pressure swiftly building.

“Mmmmmm.” Theora pops her wet lips from your cock. Her hand continues to work your spit-covered shaft as she says, “You will never be able to win this fight, Lucas. Go ahead. Cum in my mouth. Feed the victorious monster girl your essence.”

She once more cuts off your words with the sweet, warm suction of her mouth. She cradles you with her tongue and lewdly slurps her mouth up and down your straining cock. Your hardness verges on the brink of exploding between her luscious lips. You try to blink away the after images, but the most you can see is the rough outline of her head bobbing on your cock.

You thrust between her soft lips, pushing to the back of your throat and sliding back out again. She grips the base of your cock so you cannot gag her, but otherwise allows you to desperately fuck the warmth of her mouth. It is exquisite, better even than the quims of the only two women you have been with. Her tongue flicks beneath your cockhead with every stroke. Your balls throb.

“Ahhhhh! I’m cumming!” You cry, arching and thrusting into her mouth. She beckons your release with her vibrating murmur and your cock explodes into her sucking mouth. Your warm seed pours across her tongue and she gulps it down as quickly as you can spurt it from your cock. Your thrusts slow and Theora takes over, bobbing gently, slurping, and stroking as she finishes you completely. She finally lets your twitching cock slide out of her mouth.

Your vision has nearly returned as the beautiful angel rises to her feet and pulls you into an intense and very salty kiss. She toys with your cock, sharing your musky flavor on her tongue as you go soft between her fingers. She releases your limp manhood and takes a step back.

“Such an innocent boy,” she says, looking you in the eyes as you squint at the fading flash images. “If I really were a monster girl you would be my slave now. Clean up and pull up your pants. Meet me outside and I will show you how to use the Startle Eye ability.”

She walks away as the last of the afterimages finally disappear from your vision. You draw a bucket of cold water from the well pump and bathe your cock and balls. You can hardly believe what just happened. Your only regret is that you could barely see the beautiful angel sucking your cock. You button up your trousers and head out of the barn to meet her.

She is standing in the moonlight, leaning against the pasture fence and snapping her fingers to conjure miniature bursts of the Startle Eye spell. Though these flashes are much smaller than the one that blinded you in the barn, they are still bright enough that you squint as you avert your gaze.

“No, you’re really not, but I will teach you.” She takes your hand and positions it as she held her hand. “You are blessed by Veleda and her power joins yours. You have the power to summon the Startle Eye flash, but you lack the force of will to command the power.”

“Visualize that flash,” she says. “Imagine it appearing in your hand. Picture it in minute detail and will it into being. There is no easy way for me to explain this to you, Lucas. You must feel and learn to use your power to—“

A bright flash appears in the cupped palm of your hand. It is only a fraction of the brightness of the one that Theora had summoned in the barn. The flash fades much more quickly, leaving you blinking in the darkness once again.

“You have a thousand lives to learn it, fortunately,” she says, giving you a condescending pat on your head. “Practice it a bit. Then you should begin your quest.”

She steps back and you hold your arm out, practicing using the Startle Eye ability. It is a mentally exhausting effort to summon the flashes of light. You never achieve anything like the one Theora had conjured in the barn and as you begin to experience diminishing results you give up.

You look down at your hand, trying to imagine summoning the Startle Eye again. You’re not so sure you could do it. You glance at the sword in your other hand. The faint glow of it is not very reassuring.

“You don’t want more training do you?” Theora looks at you with a hint of annoyance. “We can’t spend all night doing this. There are real humans in peril out there.”

You can sense the unholy power emanating from Morelle. You try to keep your gaze averted from her glistening quim and focus on her glowing, violet-tinged eyes. She advances towards you, forcing you to backpedal out of the bedroom and down the narrow hall of the farmhouse. This is not a good place for a swordfight. You barely have room to swing your blade. You need to lure her back to the kitchen and wait for the right moment to strike.

“Where are you going, Lucas?” Morelle teases, running her delicate hands from her wide hips up to breasts she did not have when you last saw her a few days ago. She squeezes her mounds through her crimson lingerie, her pale bust nearly burst through her lacy bodice. “Don’t you want to touch me? To feel the ecstasy of this body?”

Morelle giggles at your misstep, advancing so close you can smell the intoxicating perfume and the musk of sex that clings to her demonically enhanced teenage body. Each step she takes only reveals her exquisite body, barely concealed by her lingerie. The playful smile on her lips makes your stiff cock twitch.

You stumble past the bedroom containing Ernie. He moans at the sight of Morelle sauntering down the hallway. Your gaze is drawn back to her glistening pink pussy, hairless and seemingly hungry for your cock. You imagine sinking your hardness into Morelle’s warm, wet cunt. Could you even last a single stroke? Your gaze flicks back to her eyes and you realize that you are caught staring at her pussy. She is looking right at you, her violet eyes seeming to flicker with her power.

“Never,” you hiss through your clenched jaw. But you have made a mistake. You have stopped retreating down the hallway and Morelle easily catches up to you.

She does not slam into you or whip you with her tail. She simply curls one hand against your cheek and leans her lips close to yours. You shutter with lust and tighten your grip on the handle of your sword.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Lucas?” Morelle searches your eyes as she cradles your cheek with her hand. Her lips are so close to yours they brush against you as she says, “Come on, handsome, give me a kiss.”

Your cock throbs against the inner seam of your trousers. You look from her unnatural violet eyes to her full, sensual lips, pink and faintly glistening.

The radiant light of Veleda seems to shine upon your body and warm your face as you walk from the Woodley farm back to your house. Ernie and Dale Woodley are still alive because of your deeds. At some point you will have to break some version of the bad news about Morelle to the Cardin family. Not tonight. You bask in the glow of your victory, balancing the mighty Sword of Veleda across your shoulders as you approach your farmhouse.

You discover Theora lounging in your bed with a jar of redberry preserves from the cellar, a box of winter crackers, and a venison sausage you had hoped would see you through to spring.

“Oh, you’re back?” She sits up and brushes crumbs from her gown. “You actually beat her? Well, that’s a pleasant surprise. How many lives did you waste? No, don’t tell me, it would only make me think less of you.”

Theora bounces out of your bed, her plump breasts jiggling beneath her sheer gown as she dances merrily over to you and embraces you. She kisses you on the cheek. She smells like holy incense and redberry preserves.

“Oh, why bother?” She says, walking towards the door. “I can get all the food I need in the Crystal Sanctum. I’ll get to meet your first conquest as well.”

“Yes, Lucas,” she says in a tone that suggests she thinks you are a fool for not assuming as much. “I am only here to help you on your way and guide you on your quest. When I know more, I will call upon you to serve Veleda.”

“I have other matters to attend to, but you can find me tomorrow in your Crystal Sanctum.” She opens the door to leave your modest house. She seems to reconsider and turns back to add, “I advise against fraternizing with any of the monsters, but if you need to work on your training, I will be available to help you.”

Exhausted from all your training and your intense battle with the succubus, you lean the sword down against the wall, push the sausage and crackers off your blanket, and curl up on the bed that once belonged to your mother and father.

You are asleep the moment your head touches the pillow. Your dreams are vivid and lewd, but the carnal scenes of you with Morelle and you and Theora are cast in tawny light. You feel the holy warmth of Veleda bathing these visions and you know that no sin is being committed by your fantasies. You awake at dawn, well-rested, but more than a little sore.

You rise from your bed and tend to the many morning chores of the farm. The routine is so familiar that you manage to go almost to mid-morning before you remember what happened yesterday. You finish slopping out the stalls, hang up the pitchfork, and head back into your house to confirm that you were not just imagining being chosen by a goddess as a monster-girl-fighting hero with a thousand lives.

The sword is there, leaning against your bed. You pick it up, the sword begins to glow, and you instantly feel the power of Veleda seeping into your body. The pink crystal in the sword’s pommel flashes, reminding you of the wondrous palace that awaits you if you choose to enter.

“I hope you have enjoyed your visit with us,” she says. “If you desire sustenance, comfort, pleasure, or would like to visit any of the guests in the sanctum, please return.”

“Hold the control crystal above your head,” says Hina, posing as if she is holding the crystal. She cheerily continues, “Now declare, ‘Sanctum Exitus!’ And you will be transported back to your realm of existence.”

“Sanctum Exitus!” You shout and there is an immediate flash of white light. The faintly perfumed air and pleasant warmth are replaced with the stuffiness of your farmhouse. The bright white stones and the lovely golem with her sweet demeanor fade into your memory. You look around at your dreary house and let out a sigh.

Your visit to the Crystal Sanctum might as well have been a dream. No, not quite. You return to the hard labors of life on the farm, but you know that you can escape it at any moment and enjoy a hot meal or companionship. Absolute comfort will never be far away.

Whether you are sleeping in your narrow cot in the farmhouse or in the plush bed with a lovely golem curled beside you, the dreams of Veleda come to you. The golden goddess calls out urgently, “Lucas, you will be needed soon. There are more monster girls loose in Lorraine.”

Although succubus smiling at you as she approaches is beautiful and sinister, you still recognize Morelle Cardin, the farm girl you have had a crush on for a couple years. Her red hair has turned a strange violet color to match her glowing violet eyes, her breasts have grown larger and her hips and ass have widened dramatically compared to her waiflike waist. Yet there she is in the nose and freckles and deep within those violet eyes; she is still your neighbor.

“Stay back!” You warn her, holding your guard up. She continues towards you as you slowly backpedal down the hall. You hold your sword with one hand and stuff your other down into your pocket. Maybe there is something in there you can use against her. Theora mentioned using an item.

You feel butcher paper, lint, and a length of baling twine. You pull that out of your pocket. Four or five feet of balled, rough twine from your barn is the best item you can come up with in the heat of the moment.

“Huh?” Morelle stops walking towards you and looks at the twine you are holding in your hand. “What’s that for, Lucas? Ooh, maybe you are even naughtier than I thought! Thinking about tying me up and giving me your cock?”

“N-no,” you say, confused by her seeming glee at your chosen item. “I mean, I should tie you up, yes, but for your own good, and I’ll take you to the temple in St. Ingbert and—“

Morelle lunges for you and grabs the twine from your hand. You try to snatch it back, but she spins, giggling, and knocks you off-balance with a swing of her bare bottom. Before you can right yourself, you are attacked by her strange, fleshy tail. It is much stronger than you expected, wrapping around your waist and yanking you to your knees. You topple forward and grab Morelle’s hips and buttocks for balance.

“Oh, on your knees already?!” She cries out with delight, pushing her plump ass into your face. You inhale the sweet perfume of her sex and your head begins to swim. Your cock throbs in your trousers and you moan with lust against her warm cheeks. Morelle looks back at you over her shoulder, laughing, “You’re such a kinky boy, Lucas. I know just what a naughty boy like you deserves.”

She grabs your hair, her ass swinging in your face as she walks you on your hands and knees behind her and into the farmhouse’s kitchen. She rights an overturned chair and drags you over to the seat.

She leans down, petting your hair as you stare at her breasts nearly burst from her lingerie bodice. Her tail creeps over your thigh and up your back like a serpent. It makes a strange gurgling sound and when you look back you see that at the tip of the tail is a fleshy slit somewhere between a mouth and a woman’s flower. It drips with slime and emits a strong, sexual musk.

Morelle ignores your question, leaving you to stare down her tail over your shoulder as she pushes your chest down onto the seat of the chair and feeds your arms through the back of it. She uses the twine to bind your wrists the chair. By the time you snap out of your curious horror about Morelle’s tail, it is too late for you to free your arm.

“I learned from Lady Rachelle that boys have milk,” she says, completing the knot to secure your wrists. “I’ve been milking Ernie and Dale like men, using my body, draining their essence, but my tail can do the job too. I am going to milk you like a little cow.”

“What?” You gasp, trying to push yourself up on your feet. Morelle steps one foot on the chair to keep it pinned to the ground. You find yourself staring up at her slippery cunt, folds glistening with desire.

The beautiful young succubus kneels beside you and runs your hand under your body, stroking your lean abdomen down to the bulge straining your trousers. She pets your sensitive cock through your pants. You purse your lips to stifle any sounds of pleasure, but she knows.

“First? I saw you… saw you with…” You lose your train of thought as she unbuttons your trousers and your cock springs free of confinement. She wraps her hand around your cock. Her grip is soft and warm as she begins to pump her hand beneath you. She strokes you from the root of your balls to the sensitive head of your cock.

Her touch is incredible and after only a few seconds your cock begins to drip precum onto the floor and Morelle’s stroking hand. Your pleasure is rising with each exquisite tug of her hand. You whimper helplessly.

You gasp as your spunk shoots onto the floor, splashing over the dusty floorboards and oozing into the cracks between them. Morelle giggles as she strokes out every drop. You close your eyes to the shame of being made to orgasm in only a few seconds of stroking.

Her tail whips around her hip suddenly. For a moment, you feel the slick folds of its opening against your cockhead, an instant of suction, and suddenly your overly sensitive cock is swallowed up in the writhing grip of a steamy channel within her tail. Your eyes go wide and you jerk at the chair as her tail sucks at your cock.

“Incredible?” She pulls your trousers down below your ass and gives your pale bottom a smack. “Go ahead. Feed me your essence, Lucas. Cum inside my tail. Its only purpose is to drink the seed of naughty boys like you.”

“AAAaaaaaAAAHH!” Even though you ejaculated only thirty seconds earlier, you feel the rush of a new orgasm building in your cock. The tail slurps and toothlessly chews at your hard shaft, sending you over the edge of pleasure. As you spurt your cum deep into the sucking tail, you feel a background throb of ecstasy, almost as if each spurt is answered with a sip of your life force.

Even after your orgasm subsides, you can feel Morelle’s tail sucking you towards another peak of pleasure. It won’t be long before you are cumming inside her tail again. Her hand toys with your bottom. You jerk as her fingers tease between your buttocks.

“You mentioned something about a crystal sanctuary,” you say. You turn it around and carefully grip the glowing blade so you can inspect the pink crystal set into the sword’s pommel. “Does it have something to do with this crystal?”

“It would seem Veleda has chosen you for your incredible intelligence,” chuckles Theora. “Yes, Lucas, the Crystal Sanctum is a magical stronghold hidden within this pink crystal. It is a fortress of comfort and absolute safety existing beyond the normal boundaries of time and space in a realm created by Veleda.”

Theora snatches the sword out of your grasp, puts a slender arm across your shoulders, holds the sword up above her head and loudly declares, “SANCTUM SERENITY!”

There is a flash of white light that blots out the nighttime view of the barn and pasture. You feel as if you are falling, but Theora’s arm never leaves your shoulders. The light fades and your feet touch down on stone.

You are standing in just inside the gates of a palace of immaculate white stone. A wooded path leads up to the palace’s doors. Through the trees you glimpse the light of an evening sky turning pink as the sun sets.

“The Crystal Sanctum is where your sword will store every monster girl you defeat in battle,” explains the angel as you approach the palace doors. “When you have completed your quests, all of the monster girls will be brought before Veleda for redemption. Until then, they will serve as you allies and advisors. They cannot leave the palace, but you can visit with them between battles.”

“No,” says Theora, grasping the brass pulls of the palace’s wooden double doors. She swings both doors open with a double groan of hinges, explaining, “It takes too long and you are too vulnerable while you are entering the Crystal Sanctum. Even a snail monster girl could slide up to you and wrap you up before you could escape.”

You draw up short as Theora continues on into the palace. The angel casually approaches a tall, shapely woman wearing the ruffled costume of a housemaid. She is both beautiful and strange, with silvery blue hair and skin so white and gleaming it seems to be made of porcelain. Her eyes are peculiarly large and glassy blue. As this woman moves, you notice dark joints in her arms, wrist, and fingers. She is made of porcelain!

“This is Hina,” says Theora. The porcelain woman steps towards you and curtsies. “Hina is a golem created to tend to the palace and its grounds. She is actually several dozen golems spread throughout the palace, but they share a single mind.”

Hina moves with slightly unnerving grace, leading you away from Theora towards kitchens. You see several more Hinas, these wearing aprons tied around their slender waists. They greet you in unison, “Hello, master Lulucas!”

“I would be happy to prepare you and your guests any food or drink you desire,” explains the Hina giving you the tour. “I am always at your service, no matter the hour. The Crystal Sanctum has a limitless pantry, you know.”

Your belly growls at the thought of a sizzling steak or a steaming mound of scrambled eggs. Perhaps both at the same time. Hina opens the door to a misty white chamber, reaches a hand in, and pulls out a strange, spiky fruit. A smell like a rotting corpse wafts from the strange fruit, instantly disposing of your appetite.

Hina shows you an empty armory where Hina will be happy to maintain any weapons or armor you bring her. She shows off bedrooms for “guests,” a tavern where Hina is serving drinks from behind a wooden bar, and several courtyards of forest, lakes, desert, and even snowy terrain where, “Every guest can be accommodated.”

Hina shows you back inside and towards a grand staircase to the palace’s second floor. As you are following the beautiful golem, you notice a strangely ominous black door.

“That leads to the catacombs, master,” says Hina. “They are empty now, but that is the place where dangerous and subterranean guests will be dwelling.”

“Master, some guests have appetites even as your allies that will make them dangerous. They will want to help you, but they will remain a threat to your safety. You must be careful, or you could lose one of your lives.”

Hina opens the door to your room and you gasp at the expansive quarters. There is a huge sitting room with sunken couches, a fountain, and a skylight that shows the pink permanent sunset and lazy clouds drifting overhead. There is a balcony that allows you to see down into all of the castle’s strange courtyards.

“Wait until you see the bedroom, master,” says Hina, taking your hand in her cool grasp and pulling you towards an ornate door carved with lewd images of sex. She pushes the door open and reveals a bedroom so spacious you are fairly certain your entire farmhouse could fit inside. A four poster bed draped with silk seems so large that a dozen women could join you for a romp. The silk parts an another Hina sticks her head out.

You stumble towards this Hina and realize her shapely porcelain body is dressed in elaborate lingerie. Your cock twitches at the sight of her. Though she is only a golem, you find yourself getting hard at her perfect proportions.

“Of course, master,” says the Hina on the bed. “I have a number of different functions to bring you pleasure. Whatever you desire, I am happy to serve you. Just join me on the bed.”

She pats the bed beside her, stretching out so you can see that her porcelain anatomy seems complete through the sheerness of her crimson lingerie. Your cock twitches again and you are about to climb onto the bed and try out the golem when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

Theora leans over, getting a good look at your tented trousers. “I’ll bet he was,” she chuckles. “Not even Ingbert used the golems for sex and he was fighting normal monsters. My advice: keep it in your trousers. These are just automatons. Do you really want to waste your essence on the like of them?”

Theora flicks a finger against the side of the Hina’s head and it “plinks” like she flicked her finger against the bowl of a privy. The beautiful golem does not react to the flick in the slightest. She continues to stare at you and smile blankly.

“Goodbye!” You say, waving to her. She waves back, wiggling her porcelain fingers. Theora rolls her eyes and takes hold of your free hand. You loudly declare, “Sanctum Exitus!”

With a flash of light, you and Theora return to the warm evening outside your barn. The summer beetles chirp in the nearby trees and Old Joe brays somewhere out in the dark pasture. The crystal in your hand has become the glowing sword. You lower it and look at Theora with amazement.

“Yes, that was real,” she says with a dismissive wave. “You’ll get tired of that place after you’ve seen it a hundred times. Now… are you ready to begin your first quest or did you need to waste more time?”

Hina’s automaton hips swing from side to side in her housemaid uniform as she leads you up the stairs, along a lovely colonnade overlooking the palace’s courtyards, and into another wing of the palace you have never seen before. Hina’s boots click smartly on the white stone floor as you approach a door carved with the wheat and sword symbol of Veleda.

“Of course, master,” she says and walks away. You turn back to the door, take a deep breath, and knock heavily. There is no answer. You knock again. No answer. Maybe she is gone, you think, but you decide to give it one more try. The moment your knuckles land against the door, you hear Theora’s angry voice shouting, “Alright, I’m coming!”

She throws the door open, fuming with anger, her lovely body wrapped in a towel, her angelic wings folded, and her golden ringlets dark with water and dripping wet. You stare in wide-eyed awe as her breasts heave against the towel she is holding with one hand.

“Well, what do you want?!” She is practically stomping her foot with anger. You stammer, unable to think of anything to say in the face of Theora’s angelic fury. “You interrupted my bath.”

She hisses with contempt and walks away from the door, leaving it open so you can see as she saunters over to a steaming stone tub. Her back is to you as she drops the towel, revealing her pale skin, toned body, and the perfect globes of her buttocks. She climbs back into the tub, giving you a glimpse of her plump breasts as she sinks into the warm water. Golden-pink sunlight and a perfect breeze spill through the open doors of a balcony.

With a splash, she props her dainty, glistening feet up on the rim of the tub. You kneel beside the stone basin and begin to massage her arches. She groans with pleasure, flexing her feet to splay out her toes. You massage between each dainty digit, running your thumbs under her arches and your hands over the tops of her feet. You try not to look too closely at the soapy water of the tub, her luscious body faintly visible and her breasts cresting above the waterline.

“I suppose you desire more training,” she says as you use both hands on one foot. She lifts her foot towards you. “Do not forget the heels.”

“W-what’s that?” You ask, glancing up at her and catching sight of her puffy pink nipples and the tops of her breasts rising through the water.

“It is a special ability,” she says, making no effort to hide her glistening breasts from you. “A basic, all-out attack that can devastate your foes with physical damage. However, it should only be used on slow or weakened foes, because it leaves you totally defenseless.”

She rises suddenly from the bathtub, her naked body spilling water in rivulets between her jiggling breasts, over her hips, and down across the gold-thatched glory of her angelic quim. She leaps from the tub, flicking her wings wide and sending droplets of water everywhere. She glides across the room and lands on the balcony, the sun gilding her wet, naked body.

You stare in wonder, unable to move or even speak. She is as beautiful as an angel illuminated in the holy books of Veleda. For a moment, her body steams and the droplets of water evaporate from her skin. Her hair dries and she tosses it back out of her face, her silky golden ringlets dropping over her bare shoulders. She folds her wings as she walks back into the large suite.

You watch very carefully, unable to look away from her naked body as she strides towards you. She gives a sudden shout and begins to spin, her sword stretched out as she spins faster and faster until she is a blur of pale flesh, golden hair, and gleaming sword. You take a fearful step back as her battle cry reaches a shrill crescendo.

She launches towards you, a whirlwind of violence that you cannot escape. Half expecting to be slashed to ribbons by her sword, she instead slams directly into you, knocking you to the ground and landing atop you. She straddles your face, pinning you down to the floor with her golden cunt barely inches from you. You stare at her delicate pink folds for several seconds before you look up higher and realize her sword is poised above your head.

“Think with your brain, not with your cock,” she says, gently poking you with the point of her sword. “If that had been a real Dervish Strike, I would have sliced you to pieces. You will face monster girls with special abilities this powerful. You must be ready for them.”

“Go ahead,” she says, taking a few steps back. “Focus the power of Veleda. Envision yourself as a whirlwind. Build speed and strike me down.”

You pick up the sword and begin to spin. You feel like a buffoon and it certainly doesn’t help that Theora is laughing at you, watching your efforts. You keep seeing blurred visions of her naked body as you spin around and around, trying to channel the strength of Veleda’s holy blessing. To your surprise, it actually works. You feel the holy might of the goddess infusing your body and you begin to spin faster and faster.

“AAAARGGGGH!” You roar and charge your spinning body as you think the time is right. You end up slamming into the edge of the bathtub. The sword goes flying from your grasp and clangs loudly against the stone. Theora grabs you so you do not fall into the water and yanks you back. Your legs hurt from where you collided with the tub.

You watch the swing of her shapely hips, the bounce of her lovely bottom, as she walks over and scoops up your dropped sword. She flips it casually into the air and catches it. She returns to you and gives you the sword back.

If you came to Theora’s room expecting some hot fun with the angel, you are sorely disappointed. She works you like a plow horse, making you train again and again with Dervish Attack and the stunning attack called Startle Eye. She declares your efforts, “Acceptable.” You limp out of her room, promising her you will continue to practice at both abilities.

The door closes behind you and you limp down the hall. Hina is waiting for you at the colonnade, her blue eyes wide and bright and her shapely porcelain body looking quite fetching in her housemaid costume.

Theora making you train while she stood completely naked has left your balls throbbing with need. Although you found no relief from the comely angel, perhaps Hina or Morelle could provide you with some satisfaction.

You toss your sword on the ground at Theora’s feet. How can you hope to fight an angel of Veleda? You are a farmer’s son made weak from famine and you are smart enough to know you are beaten by the beautiful angel.

You hold your hands up. Her lips curl back in a silent snarl and she throws you to the ground hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. You gasp as she quickly yanks her gown up her slender legs and over her waist. She turns around so that you can see the bare roundness of her ass.

“W-what are you doing?” You gasp, trying to sit up. She shoves you back down and before you can sit up again she is smothering you with her shapely bottom and the warm of her gold-furred cunt.

“I am taking my reward,” she says. “When you surrender to a monster girl, you give up all hope of escape and become their slave. So that is what you are now, slave, and you will pleasure me.”

“That’s not fa-mmmmmPHMMM!” You try to protest as her ass smashes you back down to the floor. She sits heavily atop your face, your nose stuffed into her crack and her hot cunt against your mouth. You try to bring your hands up, but Theora pins them down to your side and bounces her ass heavily into your face. The heat of her ass and pussy seem to swallow you up and she smears her dewy folds against your mouth.

Unable to raise your arms, unable to turn away, you do the only thing you can: you begin to lick her gold-furred cunt. Her hot folds part against your tongue and you taste the exquisite sweetness of her angelic nectar. She gives you more room to breathe and you respond by burying your tongue deep into her hot channel.

“Nnnnnnhnnnnnhnnnnn,” you reply with your tongue inside her velvet tunnel. She begins roll her hips, gliding her pussy over your tongue and pressing her slick folds down onto your mouth. You breathe her intoxicating scent as she rides your mouth, moaning softly and clearly enjoying your amateur tonguework. You have never tried anything like this before today, but you find yourself taking to her naturally and savoring the sweetness of her juices as they flow into your mouth.

“What?” You gasp, giving just enough room to ask the question. Theora sits upright atop your face, looks down at you over her shoulder, grabs a handful of your hair and says, “Lick my ass!”

She pulls your face up and into the firm cushions of her buttocks, smothering your face with her warm bottom. You begin to lick, feeling the tender clench of her asshole beneath your tongue. You have certainly never imagined running your tongue over the raunchiest and most intimate part of a woman’s body and yet lapping at the beautiful angel’s ass stiffens your cock to painful hardness.

She bounces her ass against your face, rubbing her crack over your tongue as you try to give her an answer. She releases her grip on your hands and begins to fondle your cock through your trousers.

“Since you know your place, I suppose I can give you a bit of pleasure in return,” she says as she begins to unbutton your trousers. “Put your fingers to good use as well, farm slave.”

You grab her ass with both hands, spreading it as you eagerly run your tongue over her pink pucker, down to her dripping cunt, and back again. You slip two fingers into the hot velvet of her pussy and feel her inner walls grip around your thrusting digits. You begin to fuck her quim with your fingers while you tongue Theora’s angelic asshole. She replies by stroking your cock with one hand and fondling your cum-heavy bollocks with the other.

She jerks her hips and fucks back against your fingers. Her ass bounces against your face, smothering your tongue as you press it into her clenching asshole. You thrust your tongue back her clench and she begins to really wail. The sound of the angel crying out with pleasure from something you are doing makes your cock twitch in her grasp. She jerks it roughly, smearing your precum over your cock as she works her hand over the fat head and down the shaft.

“Nnnnhnnhnnnnn!” You agree, tongue-fucking her naughty hole as you finger-fuck her pussy. You had never imagined a lewd act could be so much fun. You can hardly believe an angel of Veleda, holy and consecrated, would demand such raunchy treatment. Her soft hand works up and down your cock, drawing you to the edge of an orgasm as she cums loudly atop your face. You can feel her vaginal contractions around your finger and the rhythmic clenching of her sphincter around your tongue.

She rides you for her own pleasure, the tension slowly fading from her thighs as she relaxes atop your face. She has a few light aftershocks and you finally slip your tongue out of her clenching asshole. You slide your fingers out of your pussy and smack kisses on the soft curve of her ass.

“Yes, please,” you moan, thrusting against her hands as you squeeze and caress her buttocks. You lift your head to run your tongue over her slick pussy and into her sweet folds.

You cry louder and louder, the pressure of your pleasure building until her soft hands have you on the brink of exploding. A rush of ecstasy surges through your body as your orgasm rises. Just as you feel your first spasm and the first spurt of your thick seed, Theora withdraws her hands.

Your cock, untouched, jerks and spits out your hot spunk all over your groin. Twitch after ruined twitch, your orgasm dwindled without ever reaching the full height of satisfaction. You whimper beneath her, desperately thrusting your tongue into Theora’s cunt as if licking her with enough passion might make her finish you off with her hand. She doesn’t. The cruel angel leaves your cock to sputter out the last of your pleasure and begin to wilt.

“Slaves who surrender to monster girls do not get satisfaction,” says Theora, rising from your face and to her feet. She turns and looks down at you as she drops her gown back into place. “Get cleaned up, Lucas. You’ve made a real mess. You can find me outside when you are done.”

She walks away, leaving you gasping and looking at your poor, shriveling cock and the mess of white cream tangled in your hair. It takes several buckets of cold water from the well pump in the barn to clean up. You pull on your trousers, recalling the sweetness of Theora’s cunt and the lovely sight of her creamy ass.

Your face is red with shame as you finally exit the barn and find her waiting in the slivery moonlight, leaned against a fence and picking at her fingertip.

“The human world is so very dirty,” she says, looking up finally. “Well, my little cowardly farm boy, you have proven your worth as a seat for my bottom. Now are you ready to begin your quest?”

“You don’t want more training do you?” Theora looks at you with a hint of annoyance. “We can’t spend all night doing this. There are real humans in peril out there.”

You inhale the intoxicating scent of the succubus. You feel Morelle’s warm body pressing against you, her kiss so close that she is brushing lightly against your lips. Almost every part of you craves the pleasure of her touch.

And still you resist. You fight back her charms in your mind and focus on your quest. Morelle has become a dangerous monster girl, a soul-sucking succubus, and you cannot let your guard down because you want to fuck her. You have to fight.

“Kiss me, Lucas,” she moans, her breath hot and enticing on your face. This new enticement nearly overwhelms your defenses. Instead, it galvanizes you to action. As her lips brush against yours, you deliver a sudden and rudely-place kick to the young succubus. She doubles over and you step back.

“Bastard,” she snarls, looking up at you as her features contort from beauty to savage anger. “I’ll tear you apart! I’ll rend the life from you!”

Her fingernails lengthen and her hands become savage claws. She lunges for you, but you step out of her reach and swing your glowing sword. The blow narrowly misses, cutting chips from the floorboards as Morelle turns and howls with rage. She comes at you again. You are even more ready for her attack and instead of swinging your sword in the narrow hallway, you drive the glowing point into her chest.

Mercifully, there is no gruesome impaling. The sword seems to pass through Morelle. She seems to pass through the sword, a look of surprise on her face as she becomes translucent.

“Lucas?” She says, looking at you in confusion for a moment. There is a blinding flash of light from your sword and Morelle is gone. The pink crystal in the pommel of your sword winks with magical energy and fades back to its normal color.

You sag against the wall, out of breath, your heart still hammering in your chest. Despite the pitiful moans of Ernie and Dale in their respective beds, you begin to laugh. You can hardly believe it. You have beaten the succubus.

You have a farm to tend to and no time for fooling around with a magic crystal in a magic sword. You return to the backbreaking routine of farm life. You spend an entire day boiling and mashing apples, another day moving fresh bales of hay into your barn for the winter, and each night you return to your house, to your meager food, and you remember battling Morelle and meeting Theora. If it weren’t for the sword leaned against the wall of your tiny farmhouse, you might almost believe it was all a dream.

When you twist your ankle, when the cold rains flood your root cellar, you pick up the sword and you feel its holy glow in your hand. You can almost hear Theora’s stern voice telling you that someday soon you will be needed. You know that one day you will break down and hold the sword the above your head and cry out, “SANCTUM SERENITY!”

For now, you will labor on in your menial life, because your farm needs you, Old Joe and Betsy need to be fed, Ida needs to be milked, and your beloved sister needs to pay for her school somehow. You go back to picking the sour apples, boiling them and mashing them, and distilling the strong cider that might earn you enough coin at market to cover Genevieve for another semester.

Some nights, the candle burning low on your uneven table, you even hold a quill in your hand and think about writing your sister a letter to explain all the strange things that have happened. But you put the pen away without dipping it into ink, blow the candle out, and go back to your bed. She does not need such distractions in her life.

At night, and with increasing frequency, you dream of Veleda and hear the goddess telling you that you will be needed soon. More monster girls are loose in Lorraine.

Morelle massages your hard cock through your trousers as you look at the beautiful succubus with wonder. Although you can see a bit of the farm girl you once knew, this demonic version of Morelle is so voluptuously beautiful that your cock aches with need. If you have already lost to her, you may as well know the true pleasure of burying your cock to the hilt inside her evil cunt.

“Oh, but that’s not how it works,” she giggles, giving your cock a hard squeeze. “I will be the one fuck you and you will be permitted to enjoy it until I have drained every drop of your essence. Is that what you want?”

“Good boy,” she says, giving you a condescending pat on the chest. She deftly unbuckles your belt and unbuttons your trousers. Your cock springs into her hand and she gives it a good soft wank as she watches you squirm with pleasure. Her hand feels so amazing that your cock begins to leak precum and you are afraid you are going to gush into her grasp. She withdraws her hand and chides you, “Not just yet, Lucas.”

You watch as she rises to her feet and sheds the delicate lace of her bodice. Her soft breasts are quite large compared to Morelle’s formerly tiny tits. They are creamy white in her grasp as she squeezes and shapes them with her hands. Her areolas and nipples are lavender-tinted and tiny compared to the size of her breasts. She plucks at them as she steps over your body, standing astride your slender waist.

She straddles your legs just beneath your cock so that your hardness juts against her flat tummy and so close to her quim that you can feel the warmth radiating from it. She looks down at you with those strange, violet eyes as she plays with her breasts. You are afraid of her and incredible attracted to her at the same time. You reach out your tentative hands to the plumpness of her thighs, caressing her legs up to her wide hips and around to the exquisite softness of her plush ass.

“Thank you,” she giggles. “Lady Rachelle turned me from a freckle-faced farm girl into what I am now and I am ever so grateful to her. Someday, I’ll see her again. I want to be very powerful when I do, so I have to eat up a lot of naughty boys like you.”

A shudder of cold horror runs through your body, but before it can crystallize into action, Morelle wraps her soft hand around your cock and begins to stroke you again. You can only whimper with pleasure and squeeze her soft ass even more tightly. She rocks forward, riding her soft, slick pussy against your balls and the underside of your cockshaft. The warmth of her furrow soaks into your rigid flesh. She rides her cunt against you, driving pleasure into you with each stroke of her shapely hips. She seems amused as she watches your reactions. Her breasts bounce with each grind of her cunt against your hardness.

She rises up and your eyes widen for a moment as you feel her soft cuntlips at the head of your cock. The incredible heat and tight grip of her pussy sinks down onto your straining cock and you instantly cum, thrusting up and into her with your hard cock as you arch beneath her.

“Aahhhhhhh!” You cry, squeezing her ass so hard it feels as if your fingers might submerge into her pillow cheeks. Your cock pulses and your cum fires deep into her pussy. Morelle cries out with delight, riding up and down, taking you to the hilt and back to your tip again with each ride atop your spurting hardness. It is only as your orgasm begins to recede that you realize you feel weaker, almost feverish, and you know Morelle has been feeding on your essence.

“As I thought,” she says, slowly moving her hips and squeezing her cream-filled cunt around your unflagging cock. “You are so much sweeter than those two old men. I’m glad you will be the first. I will remember this always.”

She moves atop you with a grace and intensity that you are completely unprepared for in your meager history of sexual experience. Fumbling with a chubby girl at Candlefest or being sucked in a brothel for coins you could ill-afford to spare are nothing compared to the ravenous mounting you are receiving from Morelle. Her breasts bounce, her full lips form into a soft oval of moaning pleasure, and her cum-drenched pussy rides up and down your straining cock. All you can do is hold onto her soft ass as she swiftly rides you to another orgasm.

“Aaaahahh!” You wail beneath her, thrusting your hips desperately and burying your spurting cock in the deep tunnel of her cunt. You feel a strange suction and ripples of pleasure in conjunction with the powerful spasms of your orgasm. She is drinking in your essence as you fill her with cum.

Her ride atop you only accelerates, her breasts bouncing mightily and her moans becoming rhythmic cries of pleasure. Her pussy grips your cock in a slippery vise as cum overflows her folds and drips down your balls. You have scarcely recovered from one orgasm before you have another and another. Four becomes five, your muscles tensing again, your eyes rolling back in your head as your hips lift off the ground and you fuck your very life force into Morelle’s exquisite pussy.

“Ahhhhhhh,” you croak, your hands weak and sweat drenching your face. You try to thrust into her, to obediently give away the last of your essence, but you are too weak and you collapse flat on the ground beneath her. She falls over you, her soft breasts squeezing against your sunken chest and her lips warm against your cold, chapped lips. You feel a suction at your mouth as her ass bounces up and down and her pussy swallows your cock.

You feel another orgasm, so intense that it is painful, dry of your seed but still spurting inside the demonic perfection of Morelle’s molten cunt. You know this is your last. You can feel it shuddering out of you as you seem to plunge through a doorway and into the hungry succubus. You are falling. Falling.

You approach the smoldering crater at the edge of your property with your pitchfork held at the ready. There is a strange burning smell in the air different from scorched wood. Smoke hides the contents of the crater. You edge closer and catch surprising glimpses of a humanoid figure curled at the bottom of the crater. How could that be? How could a human fall from the sky?

You reach the lip of the crater and a soft breeze carries much of the smoke away, revealing a woman in a clinging white robe. She is not human, for she has two wings of white feathers sprouting from her back. She is also astonishingly beautiful with delicate features, golden ringlets of hair spilling down between her wings and over her bare shoulders, a narrow waist broadening to shapely hips, and the most amazing breasts you have ever seen. They rise and fall, straining at the fabric of her gown, barely concealed by the sheer material so that you can see the pink of her soft, puffy nipples.

Her eyes flick open. They are large and pale blue. She slowly looks up at you and rises into a sitting position. This shifts her breasts and allows you to see both of them tenting the sheer fabric, majestic and perfect.

“You humans always stare at my breasts.” She sighs and tugs at her robe, loosening it over her breasts. “As I was saying, I am the Guardian of the Sword of Veleda.”

“You serve Veleda?” You marvel. The warrior and healer goddess is the most popular deity in Lorraine. St. Ingbert was one of her followers and she gave him the strength to rid the world of monsters.

She clears her throat and projects her voice as she says, “In times of great trouble, it is my duty to bring Veleda’s holy sword to a hero. She has chosen you, Lucas LeBlanc.”

Theora descends to the ground and extends her hands, palms up. A sword materializes in her grasp, the blade balanced across her hands. She smiles serenely at you, her beautiful blue eyes imploring you as she says, “Take the sword and prove you are worthy of Veleda’s favor.”

You nod and slowly reach out to the sword’s ornate grip with its pink gemstone set in the pommel. You slide your other hand under the blade to lift it from her hands. The moment your hands make contact with the sword you experience a thrill of holy magic flowing into your body. A glow seems to engulf your body and you feel stronger and more assured. Your pain from earlier disappears. You smile up at the statuesque angel and she smiles placidly in return.

You step back and take several swings with the sword. It is heavy, but well-balanced. You whirl around, swinging the sword and laughing at the ease with which you move. You are so amazed by this sudden burst of strength that you do not notice the uprooted bit of the fallen tree and you trip and fall badly on the ground.

Theora, observing your every move, winces with disappointment. She glides over to you and extends a helping hand to lift you to your feet. She even helps you dust off. You pick up the sword and offer it back to her. She stares at it but makes no move to take it back.

“Theora,” she says. “Call me by my name. And there is no mistake. You were chosen, Lucas. If you had not been chosen or you had been unworthy then your flesh would have been incinerated when you tried to take the sword.”

“Yes. It does not happen often, but it happens. It leaves only a smoldering skeleton and I have to go back to Veleda and get the name of a new hero. Very inconvenient and a real waste of time for everyone involved.”

She puts a hand on your shoulder and looks into your eyes. “Only the champion of one-thousand lives could grasp the holy sword. That means you are him.”

“Veleda grants her true hero one thousand lives,” says Theora. “If you fall in battle, if your soul is enslaved by your enemy, Veleda will spin your thread back and restore you to life. You are not quite immortal. You have one thousand lives. You will need them in the face of great danger.”

You have heard of monster girls. Long ago, long before St. Ingbert, there were monstrous women who were both beautiful and dangerous. They committed erotic acts on humans and often enslaved them or even ate them. It is forbidden to read the ancient texts about the battles with the monster girls, but stories of them still circulate.

“Yes, he had to fight regular monsters,” says Theora. “Lucky for him. Monster girls are much more dangerous. Some lure men for breeding, for their nourishing seed, or simply to serve as playthings. Other monster girls are dangerous predators or just cruel.”

“The holy sword will allow you to defeat a monster girl and imprison her in the crystal in the pommel of your sword. This is the Crystal Sanctum.”

“Really, they are supposed to teach you this stuff at the temple,” says Theora, sweeping a curl of hair from her face with annoyance. “I will explain the Crystal Sanctum later. This is already becoming a bit heavy on exposition and I am afraid you will forget everything I have told you.”

You walk inside the barn with her and spark the candles in the sconces to create a warm golden glow. There is a wide open space where you would normally store your hay for your donkeys. Right now you have only a few bales left so the barn is mostly empty.

“I will explain the Crystal Sanctum to you whenever you desire,” says Theora. “Or we may begin training. But really, Lucas, you should probably just go and defeat the monster girl. She is very low level.”

Seeing the beautiful angel circling so aggressively has you retreating with each step. You keep your guard up as you fall back, but you are afraid she is going to back you into a corner and be able to take you apart with her staff.

“You wish to parley?” She lowers her staff. “That is always an option, even with the strangest and most dangerous monsters, but I say it is a fool’s option.”

“Most monsters will think you have given up and will go out on an all-out attack,” she says. “But there is sometimes a purpose to parleying.”

She moves so swiftly that you have no chance to bring up your guard. The force of the length of her staff colliding with your chest is enough to lift you off the ground as she slams you back into the wall. Her face is very close to yours and she has a mocking smile as she says, “You can find out all the ways they can defeat you. Veleda will not be happy about you wasting lives, but it can inform you about the monster girl.”

“I-I understand,” you say, looking up into her blue eyes and feeling the warmth of her luscious body pressing against you. Against your will, your cock begins to stiffen in your trousers.

“How do you want to be defeated, Lucas?” She murmurs, her lips very close to yours and her breath warm against your face. “Shall I take you to heaven with my quim? Deliver you to eternity with my tight little arse?”

“Oh, you’re fit to burst,” laughs Theora. She backs away, letting you slide down the wall to your feet. She whirls her staff and it disappears with a flash of holy light. “I know how to deal with you, hero. I will deliver your defeat…”

She slips her gown from her shoulders and it drops down her glorious pale body like the discarded petals of a flower. Her plump breasts are perfection; soft and seemingly weightless and capped with pale pink areolas that rise to thick nipples. The departure of the gown reveals her slender waist and flat belly, as well as her shapely hips and her gold-thatched mound between her creamy thighs. You are wide-eyed with disbelief as she approaches you.

She squeezes them together, playing her thumbs over her pink nipples and biting her lower lip as she watches your reaction. It is as if your hands have a mind of their own, fumbling with your belt and the buttons of your trousers as you stare in awe at Theora’s angelic perfection. Your cock finally springs free in your grasp, hard and throbbing.

“Mmmmm,” says the beautiful angel, sauntering closer and letting her fingers tease the tip of your cock. “I’ve certainly seen bigger, but it will do.”

Before you have the chance to get your feelings hurt, Theora grips your cock tightly and drops down to her knees. To see the naked angel kneeling before you, holding your cock in her perfectly soft hand is almost enough to make your hardness explode in her face. You manage to fight the urge to cum and look away for a moment to steady yourself. When you look back, Theora is lewdly drooling spit onto your shaft. Her warm saliva plops onto your cock and she spreads it with her hand until your hardness is wet and glistening in her grasp.

She cups her plump breasts in her hands and you look on in cock-stiffening awe as Theora’s luscious cleavage swallows up your hardness. She presses her mounds with her hands, squeezing them tightly around your cock as she leans forward and rides her tits against you. Her saliva coating your cock is just enough lube to slide her tits from the root of your cock to your twitching tip.

“Go ahead, farm boy,” she laughs. “Let it go. Spill your essence between my soft breasts. Surrender to me like you will surrender to all of those monster girls.”

“Ahhhhhhh!” Your cry of pleasure startles Old Joe in the pasture and you hear him braying fearfully. Looking down into Theora’s beautiful blue eyes, the last shred of your resistance crumbles and you feel the pleasure draw you to a hot and thrilling peak.

Your cock spasms between Theora’s breasts and as the nearly purple tip slides from between her blushing mounds you let loose a geyser of cum. Your seed splashes across her breasts and fills the valley between them. Your sliding cock pumps out more and more, smearing it up nearly to her throat and back down between her breasts.

“If I were a monster girl, you would be doomed.” Theora lessens the pressure on the sides of her breasts until they fall back into place, revealing redness and creamy smears of cum. She stands up slowly, dragging her breasts against your shirt and spreading some of your own filth onto your clothing. She strokes your face with her hand. “If you want any hope of beating these monster girls you must learn to control your urges. Some of them might almost be as beautiful as me. They’ll really want your seed. Do you think you can handle them?”

She waves her hand over her chest and there is a burst of steam that cleans away the mess you made on her throat and dripping down her breasts. She scoops up her gown and pulls it back over her lovely body. Your cock stirs. How can you hope to win against monster girls when you are already craving more of Theora?

You splash your groin with water from the well pump and feel shame at how quickly your cock exploded between the lovely angel’s breasts. The way she talked and the way her lewd body made you feel were both very unholy. Your face is red with shame as you finally exit the barn and find her waiting in the slivery moonlight, leaned against a fence and picking at her fingertip.

“You don’t want more training do you?” Theora looks at you with a hint of annoyance. “We can’t spend all night doing this. There are real humans in peril out there.”

You consider the erotic, soul-sucking choices Morelle has presented to you, any of which seems like a fine way to perish. You take in a view of her beautiful figure. The most drastically transformed part of Morelle is definitely her backside. She was a slender young woman, hardly more than a waif, and now her slender waist widens dramatically into broad hips and a thick, shapely backside. Her creamy buttocks jiggle with each movement and you catch glimpses of her furry cunt and the pink wrinkle of her asshole.

Her figure reminds you of the lower half of a statue of Yamala, the mother goddess, but even more exaggerated. No, Morelle is even more luscious. If you must perish, you would meet your end in that delicious, creamy crescent.

She sways her hips as she turns around, bending onto her hands and knees, which reveals the plump, onion-shape of her bottom and spreads her cheeks. She reaches back to smack her ass. You watch her soft cheeks jiggle with the impact. Her tail follows the curve of one of her hips and curls beneath her cheeks, lifting and squeezing them upwards with prehensile strength.

“Lady Rachelle said the cunt of a succubus can make a man forget all other pleasure,” her fingers dig into her soft buttocks as she spreads her crack wide, “but the ass of a succubus can take a man to oblivion in a single stroke.”

“MMmmmhmmm,” she says, running her fingers between her cheeks and tapping them lightly against her anus. “But you’re a strapping young man. I bet you can cum two times before dying. Maybe even three.”

The lewdness of her words makes your cock jerk in your trousers. You lift your head from the floor, leaning towards her, inhaling her sweet, sexual perfume and admiring the raunchy sight of her spread cheeks and dewy cunt. Her tail curls around her hip and drags across the front of your trousers.

You spit messily into the smooth valley between her buttocks. Her hole clenches as it is splattered with your saliva. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure and reaches back, smearing your spit all over her pucker and pressing two fingers into the tight, lavender-tinged wrinkle.

“Ohhhh, yes, I can’t wait to have your cock in my ass,” she moans, fucking her fingers in and out of her hole. She tosses her violet hair and looks at you over her shoulder. “Get up on your knees, Lucas. Fuck me like a man. Take my ass with your farm boy cock.”

Her words command you like tugs on the strings of a marionette. You rise and shift to your knees behind her. She watches you over her shoulder as you fumble with your belt and the buttons of your trousers. Your face is hot with lust, your heart pounding in your chest and your cock aching to be released. It finally springs into your grasp, the head already glistening with precum.

She slips her fingers out of her asshole and you can see her spread lavender and pink glistening with your saliva and slowly puckering closed again. You cannot hold back! With your cock grasped at the root, you guide your hard tip to her spit-smeared hole. It is incredibly hot and soft beneath your cock. She bites her lower lip and whimpers with lust. You rest one hand on her soft ass and push, the head of your swollen cock forcing its way into her clenching hole.

For a moment, her divot resists you thrust. Morelle arches her back and lowers her shoulders. With a little more effort and a groan of surprise, you push past the delicate clench of her velvet ring and your cock slides into the hot tunnel of her ass.

“Ooohhh, it’s so much bigger than it looked,” she gasps. The pleasure you are experiencing is too intense for you to be hurt by Morelle’s backhanded compliment. You sink every inch of your hardness into that exquisite hole until your hips press against her big, pliant ass. With your cock buried in the furnace of her ass, you are unable to move for several seconds for fear your cock will explode inside her tightness.

Such efforts to restrain yourself hardly matter as Morelle’s asshole begins to squeeze around your cock. She looks back at you over her shoulder and gasp, “Don’t fight it, Lucas! Give me what I need! Give it all to me if you want! I’m so hungry!”

Somehow even the depths of her ass seem to massage you in silky warmth. You try to pull back, to withdraw your cock from this incredible vise of pleasure, but it is too late. Your cock seems to grow harder with each ripple of her ass and after only a few more squeezes you let out a desperate gasp of pleasure as your cock begins to jerk deep inside her ass. Your cum spurts deep into Morelle’s creamy ass and you cling to her as if you might fall over. Each gush produces another wave of pleasure and another strange, weakening aftershock that makes your legs tremble.

She moves against you, sliding her ass on your spurting cock and using her impossibly skilled inner muscles to milk you of every drop of your seed. As the last of your orgasm shudders through your body, you collapse across Morelle’s back, panting and weak.

“Still alive?” She giggles and a squeeze of her ass sends another shock of pleasure through your hardness. She begins to roll her hips, her soft ass against you and her hole squeezing rhythmically around your cock. Now lubed with your plentiful seed, your cock moves smoothly inside her tight passage. Your hardness never wanes and you feel yourself being driven towards another peak with shocking swiftness.

You manage to push off of her, rocking back against your heels. Morelle’s soft ass follows you, engulfing your hard cock and bouncing her soft buttocks against your hips. You are too weak and too unwilling to fight harder to escape. You watch helplessly as her ass slides up and down on your cum-smeared shaft. In moments, you feel the exhilarating rush of another orgasm fast approaching. You grab her ass and at the last moment give in to the pleasure, thrusting deep into her creamy hole.

“Aahhhhh! Yes! I’m cumming!” You cry, your fingers squeezing the soft flesh of her plush ass and your cock plowing deep into her creamy ring. You let loose your pleasure, aware that she is feasting on your soul even as you pump her exquisite ass full of your seed. As the last of your cum shudders out of your cock, a wave of dizziness overwhelms you and you fall backwards. Your cock slurps lewdly out of the beautiful succubus’s freshly-fucked ass and sticks straight up into the air as you fall on your back. Still hard, smeared with foamy spunk, it twitches.

“Is that it?” She wonders and slowly turns around on her hands and knees. Her violet eyes glow with the power she has taken from your body. A smile curls her soft lips as she sees you are still alive. “Well, once more then, Lucas. Are you ready to meet your end in my ass?”

“Ohhhh,” you moan, too weak to form a word. She rises to her feet, a beautiful giantess standing above you. She stands astride your helpless body and slowly squats above your cock. She grabs hold of your slippery shaft and looks into your eyes as she guides you back to the dripping cleft of her spunk-smeared anus.

“Every drop,” she whispers as she sinks her hot ass down onto your hard cock. She rides you without every taking her glowing eyes off of you. Her ass smacks against you with each downward stroke, her hot, cream-stuffed hole rippling and squeezing around you. You struggle to even breathe, but the pleasure is exquisite. You laugh as you feel yourself about to cum.

“Aaahhh,” you moan faintly as your cock throbs with pleasure so intense it is almost painful. Each jerk of your orgasm drains another hot gush of your essence. You can hear Morelle saying something, but it is very far away. This is it, you realize.

“Oh, is that what you’re calling it?” Theora looks you over with suspicion in her brilliant blue eyes. “I suppose a scrawny farm boy like you needs all the help you can get. I have the feeling you are just doing this to see all the ways I will fuck you.”

“Losing to me won’t cost you your life,” she says. “Remember, if you lose to a real monster girl, you could spend eternity enslaved by her or even be devoured. You have one thousand lives, but you don’t want to waste them. Not when you have the whole world to save. Do you understand?”

“You’re saying I can’t lose to a monster girl over and over to see all the ways she’ll beat me and then use that information to beat her?”

“Yes, that makes it even worse. He was a real masochist.” She claps her hands together and gestures back to the barn. “Very well, little farm boy. Let’s go another round and see if you have learned anything at all.”

By the time you have turned around, sword in hand, Theora’s wings are spread wide and she is once again holding her glowing staff. The look of determination on her pretty face is all you need to see to know that she will not be giving you any easy fight. You begin to circle each other with your guard up.

Morelle thrusts her hips down, dropping the soft weight of her ass against your hips and impaling her steaming hot cunt onto your rigid cock. You groan loudly, reaching out at the blurry shape of her ass, meaning to push her away, but tamed by the sudden pleasure surrounding your cock. You end up grabbing two handfuls of her creamy assflesh and squeezing tight as she begins to ride atop you. Her cunt grips you as her juices flow down your shaft and drip from your balls.

“Ooooh, that’s it, Lucas,” she giggles, looking back at you over her shoulder as she bounces her ass up and slams it back down again. “Do you like to fuck me?”

Her plump cheeks jiggle with each impact as she slams your hips back down onto the floor of the kitchen. She arches her back and swings her hips with each stroke. Her slick cunt seems to massage you. The sight of her ass, finally coming into focus, spurs you to drive your cock up and into her pussy.

You squeeze her ass and slide your hands up to her unnaturally voluptuous hips for an even better grip. You hold her tightly as you pound your cock up and into her, meeting every roll of her hips with a desperate thrust of your cock.

She looks away from you and puts her full efforts into riding your cock. She slips and slides over you, her pussy gripping your straining cock as you feel your pleasure rise into an exhilarating peak.

“Ahhhhhh!” You cry, grabbing her ass with both hands, her soft flesh squeezing between your fingers. You thrust upwards, your surging cock cradled in the intense warmth of her perfect pussy, her exposed asshole flexing with her inner muscles.

Your cock jerks powerfully inside her clutching cunt and you spurt your first jet of seed into the hungry depth’s of Morelle’s demonic pussy. As your hot cum pumps into the succubus, she moans with delight and tightens her tail around your neck. She’s not choking you, but she’s close, drawing your head upright with a jerk and forcing you to watch as her ass rises and falls with an almost hypnotic rhythm. Her hot inner walls squeeze after each spasm of pleasure you feel and a strange aftershock of ecstasy rolls through you.

In the throes of such molten pleasure, it takes several spurts for you to realize she is feeding upon your life force. You spasm again, firing another shot of cum deep into her pussy, creating a lewd wetness that slurps around you as she descends, and feeling a ripple of draining ecstasy follow on the heels. Your orgasm is not subsiding. If anything, your spasms are becoming more and more intense. Seconds become more than a minute. The pleasure is excruciating and your balls begin to throb with each pulse of cum.

“Oh, Lady Rachelle told me it was possible, but I never imagined I’d do it on my first try.” She looks back at you with violet magic glowing in her eyes. “A singular drain. One orgasm, drawn out until you perish. Go on, Lucas, give it all to me.”

“Yesss,” you gasp, clinging desperately to her plump ass. You thrust into her, firing your cum again and again until you have no more strength to thrust and no more cum to give. You slump weakly beneath her, your cock still twitching. She laughs with delight, her pussy milking you dry and her musky tail tightening even more around your neck.

You can hardly tear your gaze away from Morelle’s lusciously full lips, glistening slightly, curling into a smile that invited even more attention. She runs her tongue over her lower lip as if aware that you are watching closely. You have to know. You have to feel those lips on your cock. Even if it damns you. Even if she sucks out your soul.

She plants a kiss on your lips, pressing her curvaceous body against you and smothering you in the warmth and sweet smell of her hair. Her tongue probes beyond your lips and spreads the hot, molten sweetness of her saliva into your mouth. Her hand deftly frees your cock from your trousers, squeezing soft and tight around your hardness.

Morelle breaks the kiss to look down your slender body at the cock she has gripped in her hand. She murmurs, “Not bad, Lucas. Maybe not as big as Dale and Ernie, but it’s adorable.”

Your pride stings for a moment, but then Morelle is kissing her way down your slender abdomen to your sparse pubic hair. She grips your cock at the very base and looks up at you as she slowly runs her tongue around your swollen tip. The sensation is incredible. Her hot tongue moves beneath your glans, tracing your ridge, down your shaft to your bollocks, and back up again as she plants a wet, pouting kiss beneath your cockhead. She sucks gently just there, not covering your cockhead, but sucking at the sensitive spot beneath it.

Your orgasm hits you suddenly. You cry out in surprise as your cock throbs and a jet of milky seed launches over Morelle’s head and splashes her shoulder and nearest wing. She cries out with delight, locking eyes with you and engulfing your spurting cock in her mouth. The suction is hard enough to hollow her cheeks, seeming to draw out your orgasm and something else, almost as an echo of your pleasure. Her eyes flash with violet magic and you realize that as you cum into Morelle’s mouth she is sucking out your life force.

The weakness hits you as your orgasm subsides. You are still in the afterglow, still grinning with the intensity of your orgasm, but Morelle has stolen a part of you. She lifts her head from your cock, cleaning her lips with her pink tongue.

“Every bit as sweet as I had hoped,” she says. “I want to take my time with you, Lucas. I want to savor every drop of your essence. So try not to cum too quickly next time.”

Morelle cuts off any conversation by engulfing your cock once more in the hot, wet vise of her mouth. She moves between your legs, kneeling with her plump bottom raised, her tail twitching, and her head bobbing atop your head cock. She gazes up at you, taking you to the root and into the silky squeeze of her throat.

“Ohhhhhh!” You last only a moment longer with your tip in the delicate tunnel of her throat. She swallows around you and your cock explodes. You thrust deeper, your balls bashing against her chin as you fire your hot seed straight down the beautiful succubus’s throat. She drinks it eagerly and, as before, each pulse of your release is echoed by a burst of pleasure as she feeds upon your essence.

Morelle laughs around your cock and resumes bobbing her mouth on your glistening pillar as soon as your orgasm subsides. She does not give you the chance to become flaccid in her sucking mouth. Her eyes glow violet and her murmurs of lusty vibrate through your cock.

“Ohhhh gods,” you moan, weakly stroking the back of her violet hair. “Ohhhh, it’s so… ohhh… god you are going to make me cum again.”

“Mmmmhmmm,” she agrees, suckling and slurping lewdly. Her cheeks hollow and she bobs with vigor until your pleasure is welling once more. You practically rise off the floor, all of the danger and all of your worries forgotten as she sucks you to another exquisite orgasm. Your seed bursts into her mouth once more and she drinks it down, along with your essence, with obvious relish.

“Mmmmmmphhmmhmm,” she moans around you, sucking harder and faster. Her eyes are glowing constantly and brightly. You feel yourself approaching another orgasm, unable to escape that sucking mouth, unwilling to try as your pleasure reaches a crescendo that curls your toes. You fuck Morelle’s beautiful mouth and she takes your cock effortlessly. You explode deep in her throat, barely any cum now, although the spasms of pleasure are even more intense.

Her mouth descends once more on your cock, taking you so deep that her tongue begins lapping at your balls. She closes her eyes and sucks you quite hard. It is as if she is trying to force the remaining cum from your body. And it works. You rise from the floor, moaning weakly, your cock beginning to twitch inside her hot throat. You feel the surge of pleasure like none you have felt before. Your feeble ejaculation mingling with the violet glow of your life force being drained from your body.

It is everything you ever hoped it would be. You can imagine no better end. As darkness closes in, Morelle laughs around your spent cock, and you feel those vibrations traveling through your body as your soul slips away.

“Um…” You hadn’t thought that far into this plan. You reach a hand into your pocket and feel around. Theora thumps one end of her staff on the floor with annoyance.

You have nothing but bits of twine, some seeds, and lint in your pocket. You feel the pressure of Theora’s blue-eyed glare. You look around the barn, searching for something that might qualify as an “item” that could help you. The pitchfork is more of a weapon. The water bucket is too big. You spot something hanging on the wall near Old Joe’s stall. You pluck it down and hold it up for Theora to see.

It’s a fair point. You feel like it really is a lucky object, but how do you summon that luck? How could it help you here? There is a game farmers sometimes play with stakes and horseshoes. Maybe if you pitched the heavy horseshoe at her that would work.

You wind up and throw the horseshoe at Theodora. It thumps onto the dirt floor near her feet. You both stare at it for a moment and then she looks up at you. “That’s it? That’s all it’s supposed to do?”

“Sorry? Apologizing to your enemy is even worse!” She barks with anger, grabbing you with one hand and tossing you with superhuman strength up into the empty hay loft of the barn. You thump hard on the planks, your sword flopping out of your hand and falling out of the loft. You hear a snap of wings as Theora ascends to the hay loft. She hovers above you, her beautiful form wreathed in a glow of pale golden light.

“You need an item to use an item.” She gazes down at you as she hovers directly above you. “Otherwise, you will end up fumbling around and giving the monster girl an opportunity to attack. And when she has you on your back, she can do whatever she wants with your pitiful little cock.”

Theora moves so that she is floating above your groin. Your cock twitches at the sight of her, in full angelic splendor, the glow illuminating her luscious figure through the sheer gown. Her blue eyes blaze with judgment as you feel the brush of her toes against your hardness. She begins to unbutton your trousers with her toes.

“How are you…?” You look down, watching her toes work with inhuman flexibility to unbutton the last of your trousers. She slips a foot into your pants and you gasp as her warm toes guide your hard cock through the part in your trousers.

“Oh, stiff as a little dagger, are we?” Theora laughs as she cradles your manhood with both her feet. “I suppose I can treat you like a monster girl. But pulling a stunt like that with the horseshoe, you don’t deserve any better than my feet.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” She mocks, one foot tickling your bollocks as her other rubs the underside of your shaft, pressing it up against your belly. Her toes wiggle at your glans, driving pleasure through you.

“I know,” she says, using the arch of one foot and curling her toes to stroke your hardness. Her expression grows almost as she adds, “But you will clean up any mess you make. I am not walking with your seed squishing between my toes for the rest of the night.”

You are struck by two warring thoughts: that she intends to make you cum with her feet and that she will make you clean up the mess. Your desire to cum greatly outweighs any shame about washing off her feet with a rag.

You lift your head from the planks so can watch the angel’s dainty feet caressing your cock. Her toes wriggle around you. She grasps your shaft between the balls of both feet and begins to wank you properly. Her toes tap and tickle at your cock from your glans almost down to your root. Your cock reddens. Precum beads at your slit and begins to roll down your shaft. She smears it with her toes until your cockhead is glistening.

“That’s it, farm boy,” she says, effortlessly fondling and stroking your straining cock with her feet. “Let my feet take you to heaven you shameful weakling.”

“Shhhhhhh,” she says, moving one of your feet from your cock and pressing it to your face. You try to speak and she shoves her toes into your mouth. “Suck them, little farm slut. I know you like my feet. Go on. Suck on them.”

She leaves you little choice in the matter, pushing her toes down against your tongue. You begin to lick and suck her feet. Drool spills down your chin and you moan with pleasure as Theora’s other foot continues to massage the sensitive underside of your cock. You try not to imagine what a sight it must make to her with you on the ground, drooling and sucking on her dainty foot, while she bends and caresses your cock with her other foot. Her toes flick at beneath your twitching cap. Your pleasure is growing by the moment. You cannot stop yourself from thrusting your hips and fucking your cock against the soft arch of her foot.

“Mmmmnnmmmn,” you reply, sucking and licking at her toes. She is an angelic vision, her wings spread, her body aglow. You can see the judgment in her blue eyes, her ample breasts heaving gently beneath her sheer gown, perky pink nipples darker beneath the fabric, a tuft of cunthair backlit between her parted thighs.

“Go on,” she whispers, leaning over you and rubbing more vigorously at your cock. She pulls her wet foot from your mouth and uses both feet to stroke you. “Cum, you little failed hero. Cum for the monster girls.”

You buck your hips, fucking your glistening red cock through her arches. You lift your head to watch as your cock twitches and pleasure takes hold. For a moment, your mind swims in a rush of ecstasy and then, with a force you feel deep in your bollocks, your cock begins to spurt. The first gush lands on her calf and Theora laughs with surprise. Your spurts of seed splash against her supple leg, her shin, cover the sides of her feet, and finally splash across her gripping toes.

You try to sit up, but Theora pushes you back down with one of her feet. “And just where do you think you are going? You are the slave of the monster girl who makes you cum. And you promised to clean my feet.”

She holds one foot before your face, cum hanging from her toes in a jiggling strand. You smell the musk of your own seed and realize, looking up into her cruel blue eyes, that she never intended to let you use a washcloth.

“With your tongue,” she says, pushing her cum-smeared toes against your mouth. You try to twist away and she snaps, “Lick them clean or I depart. No more training. No more advice.”

Reluctantly, you stick out your tongue and taste your cum upon her dainty toes. It is salty and bitter and already cool to the touch. It is disgusting. But you look up at the commanding angel hovering above you and you know what you must do.

You begin to lick and suck and clean the filth you gushed out upon Theora’s dainty feet. She laughs at you as you lick her clean. You even begin to enjoy it, moaning around her toes, slurping up your foul cum, and savoring the humiliation of being made to lick up your own juices.

“The monster girls are going to love you,” laughs Theora. “I don’t know if you’ll actually beat any of them, but they will enjoy using you as a playtoy. Isn’t that right, farm slut?”

You lap at the cum on her shin and calf, looking up her gown at her bare cunt as you lick up your salty juices. She moans with pleasure and thrusts her foot towards your mouth. You eagerly suck at her toes and clean them thoroughly with your tongue.

“That’s enough,” she snaps, withdrawing her foot. She glances at your hard cock. “Clean up and put that away. It is time for you to begin your quest.”

You climb down from the hayloft and draw a bucket of water from the well pump. The cold water bathes your filthy cock and does some to diminish your lust. As you button up your trousers, your ardor has faded slightly, but your face is still hot with humiliation.

“You don’t want more training do you?” Theora looks at you with a hint of annoyance. “We can’t spend all night playing footsie and training. There are real humans in peril out there.”

A brilliant flash of white light engulfs you and you let out a cry as you feel yourself falling through the white nothingness and into pinkness. You drop from a deadly height to a wooded path. You collapse to the ground with the air knocked out of your lungs, the control crystal clutched in your hand, and your back aching. For a moment, you stare through the leaves overhanging the path and into a pink sunset sky.

The beautiful golem Hina stands over you, her silky blue hair shifting as she leans to offer you a porcelain hand. She wears a servant’s uniform and a perpetual smile on her finely crafted face. Her large blue eyes blink mechanically as she gazes down at you. You accept her hand and she easily lifts you up off the ground and onto your feet. She walks around behind you and brushes the dust from your back and bottom.

“Yes, master,” she says, starting down the path towards the doors of the palace of white stone. “Lady Theora is in her suite on the second floor. Morelle, the succubus, has been made comfortable in one of the bedrooms on the first floor. I am sure they would both be glad to have you visit.”

Morelle is here. Theora told you it would be so, but somehow knowing you have tamed the succubus and made her into a guest within the sword is incredible.

Hina reaches the double doors leading into the palace and she swings them both open, allowing sunset light to stream over the polished white stones. Strangely, a portrait of you now hangs in the main room. It is exquisitely detailed and depicts you as a warrior brandishing the Sword of Veleda. You look more mature and have very determined eyes.

“Oh, I painted that for you, master,” she says. “To honor the Hero of a Thousand Lives, the Chosen of Veleda, and Master of the Crystal Sanctum. You, master.”

“It’s, um, very nice,” you say. You feel your face go hot with embarrassment. It’s like the time your sow, Miss Lardy, won the prize at the St. Ingbert Animal Festival. They pinned a blue ribbon on her and one on you and you felt the king of all of Lorraine. This is even better.

“Where would you like to go, master?” Hina asks. “I can take you to visit any of our guests. Would you like me to prepare a meal? Perhaps you desire sexual pleasure?”

Your cock twitches as you remember the lingerie-clad version of Hina waiting for you in your bedroom. Theora warned you not to indulge your desires with the golem or with the monster girls, but she is not here at the moment.

“Wait, hold on now, Morelle,” you say, keeping you guard up, but also raising an appeasing hand. She continues to saunter towards you, a lascivious look on her face as she forces you back down the hall. You try again. “We can talk about this. I’ve known you and your family for years. I know there is still Morelle Cardin in there somewhere underneath all that… that…”

“All this?” She says, running her hands over her body and squeezing her perky breasts. “How I’ve matured so suddenly? I know you want me, Lucas. Don’t try to fight it!”

“Orsima? That old harpy?” Morelle laughs. “She would probably want to lash my bottom with a whip and make me tongue her snatch. Which, I would, of course. Gladly. Perhaps I will stop by and visit her after I am through with you.”

“Yes, surely,” she laughs. Her violet eyes flash with sinister magic and Morelle leaps with sudden speed, covering an impossible distance. Her wings snap open as she leaps and she slams her body into you, knocking your sword out of your hand and driving you back onto the floor. You land hard and bang your head on the wooden floor.

Morelle does not give you a moment to recover. She straddles your chest, sitting her shapely thighs and plump bottom down. You can feel the heat of her cunt through your tunic. Her intoxicating fragrance seems to envelop you and her violet hair hangs in her face as she leans over you with a wolfish grin.

“You wanted to negotiate?” She reaches back with one hand to grab your cock through your trousers. She gives it a rough squeeze. “Very well, Lucas, let us negotiate. I will permit you to decide your fate. Which technique should I use to devour your soul?”

“Now, now, play nice,” she says. “You will enjoy it. You get to be my first soul. Poor Ernie and Dale are still alive, but I bet a young, handsome little farm boy like you will be absolutely delicious. Like a veal calf. Which technique will it be?”

“Oh, yes, Lady Rachelle taught me several!” She rolls her eyes upward as if consulting a list. “I can take you to paradise with my soft, sensual hands with my Eternal Handjob technique. I can drink your seed with my mouth, slurping out of every last delicious drop of your essence with my Unquenchable Blowjob. I could saddle myself atop your cock and let you watch while my breasts bounce and my little pussy pleasures you as I take you on a Doomed Ride.”

She leans over you, her lips almost touching yours as she adds, “Orrrr, I could give you the ultimate pleasure and let you experience my tightest hole. Would you like to give up your soul to my Draining Ass? What will it be, Lucas?”

You look at the beautiful golem standing before you. She looks quite fetching in her housemaid costume and her happy expression and bright blue eyes make her seem alive even if she is an automaton. Theora wants you to work, work, work. She doesn’t care if you’re happy.

“I would like some pleasure from you, Hina,” you say, taking her hands. They are cool and smooth. The fingertips resemble the porcelain of her face, but she has a soft touch.

“Of course, master,” she says happily. “I will take you to your bedroom. The Hina there is better equipped to ensure you receive satisfaction.”

You follow the beautiful automaton with her smoothly swinging hips as she leads you to your upstairs bedroom in the palace. Your cock shifts in your trousers as you see the four poster bed and the feminine figure moving behind the canopy’s draped silks. The Hina on the bed sticks her head out through the gauzy fabric. Her large, jewel-like eyes have turned from bright blue to a smoky pink shade.

You enter the room and approach the bed, your heart beating and your cock twitching with each step. The Hina that brought you here steps outside and closes the door, leaving you alone with the Hina on the bed.

You climb under the canopy and marvel at the beautiful automaton. She looks carved from ivory, an exquisite, erotic statue with her immaculate white flesh clad in pink lingerie that clings to her ample breasts and threads seductively between her smooth buttocks. She is clearly more flexible than the other models and her face seems to have more fluid expressions.

“Um, what do I do now?” You ask, feeling oddly nervous even though Hina is clearly not going to be judgmental about your performance or the size of your cock.

“Lie back,” she says, running her surprisingly nimble fingers over the mound of your cock in your trousers. “I will pleasure you completely.”

“Since this is your first time receiving pleasure,” says Hina, crawling towards you and running a hand up your thigh. “I will provide you with basic pleasure. In the future, you can have more advanced stimulation if you so desire.”

Before you can answer, Hina’s nimble touch unbuckles your belt and unbuttons your trousers with mechanical speed and precision. Your hard cock springs free and the porcelain golem wraps her white hand around your pink hardness. Her touch is cool and surprisingly soft. Like the underside of a silk cushion. Her fingers close tightly around your cock and she begins to move her grip smoothly from the root of your cock to your straining tip.

The pressure of her fingers shifts as her hand moves from your balls to your cockhead. You take in the sight of her lewd perfection and reach out to caress her smooth side back to the roundness of her ass. It is shockingly soft and warm to the touch. Though it looks like the same porcelain as the rest of her body, it feels almost like real human flesh.

“Accelerating pleasure,” she says, smiling sweetly at you as she begins to pump your cock with her hand. Her breasts, cradled by her pink bodice, bounce and jiggle beneath her as she wanks your hardness. Your cock begins to spill precum and she deftly incorporates your leaking juices as lubrication for your cock. She looks at you with lashes fluttering over her big, glassy eyes, and purrs, “Please touch me however you desire, master.”

You give her ass a smack and watch as her plump cheeks jiggle. You stroke between her crack with three fingers, running your touch over the slender fabric of her panties. You feel the crinkle of an anus and, stroking back further, the soft warmth of a pussy. She really is fully equipped for pleasure!

“Level three pleasure,” says Hina and she begins to jerk your cock furiously, twisting her hand with each up-and-down motion. You feel your cock straining in her grasp. Your glans become purple and throb with yearning. You watch her hand, almost a blur as it pumps up and down your cock.

Her other hand suddenly covers the head of your cock and you feel something shift in the soft palm of her hand. There is an opening with a slightly hard rim, almost like the mouth of a pitcher, in her palm. She holds this against the head of your cock, stroking you and looking into your eyes. The jiggling of her breasts, the softness of her ass in your hand, and that sweet smile on her porcelain face are all driving you crazy. You feel a gentle suction from the palm of Hina’s hand and it sends you over that edge.

“AHhhhhhhhh!” You cry, thrusting your hips and fucking your cock through her stroking hand. Caught in the throes of ecstasy, you squeeze Hina’s bottom tightly, your fingers denting the softness of her nearest buttock. She smiles at you sweetly, never slowing her stroking hand on your cock.

You arch against her stroking fist, your cock throbbing and the suction of the opening in her hand slurping up your gushing spunk. You barely see it at all, spurting out of your tip for only a moment before every drop is sucked into the opening on Hina’s hand. She milks you vigorously, pumping her hand on your spewing spear and directing all of your cum into her receptacle. She keeps stroking quite hard as your orgasm recedes and your cock begins to become sensitive.

Hina continues to work her hand on your cock. “But master,” she says with a smile, “I estimate you are capable of five to six more orgasms before they become painful.”

“Mmmmm.” She pouts slightly, slowing her hand on your cock and withdrawing her receptacle from your cockhead. “Very well, master. I will stop. But feel free to visit me again if you would like my pleasure.”

She flexes her fingers and the flesh-like cushion of her palm closes over the opening of the receptacle. She leans over and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead before getting up from the bed and walking into the curtained bath-chamber adjacent to the bedroom. You hear water splashing and a strange whirring sound.

“Goodbye,” you call to her, but she does not seem to hear you over the splashing water. Feeling suddenly guilty about using the golem like that, you hurry of the bedroom.

You are the chosen champion of Veleda, the hero of a thousand lives; surely you can summon this power as some sort of special ability. Perhaps if you could startle Morelle you might be able to disable her or finish her off with your sword.

You quickly thrust your hand out, palm up, and curl your fingers as if you are holding an imaginary lantern. You call upon the inner power of Veleda with a prayer to the goddess to blind your foe. You feel the miraculous energy flowing through you, gathering in your fingertips. It’s working! There is a sound like a twig snapping and a sudden burst of bright white light in the palm of your hand. Morelle shields her eyes with her membranous wings. You, unfortunately, stare directly at the flash of light.

“What was that?” Morelle laughs. “I thought you were a fool when you walked in with that sword, but you must have some actual power! You’re going to be delicious!”

She trips you up with her foot and you fall backwards into the kitchen, falling hard onto a chair before dropping painfully onto your back. You can barely see Morelle, but you try to hold up your sword to ward off her next attack. She laughs and snatches the blade out of your grasp, tossing it aside with a clang and a clatter of tin pots.

“Some hero you turned out to be,” she laughs and drops heavily atop you, straddling your waist. Her warmth and exotic scent send a shiver through your body. Your cock flexes involuntarily against the pressure of her quim against you.

She pulls your hands to her soft, feverishly warm breasts. She must have shed her bodice, because her bare titflesh fills your hands and you cannot resist squeezing her lovely mounds. Your vision is slowly returning. She is a blur of pale flesh and lavender nipples and violet hair through the flashing after-images of the burst of light you conjured in your hand.

Morelle leans her face down to yours and kisses you on the lips. You resist her for a moment, pursing your lips tightly and moaning against her. A flick of her tongue across your lips is all it takes for you to surrender to her lust. You part your lips and her sweet, hot tongue invades your mouth. She sucks at your lips and you feel a tremor of pleasure that ripples through you as she drinks some small amount of your life force. Your hands move almost of their own volition to caress and fondle Morelle’s perky tits.

“Oh, you feel it, don’t you?” She breathes sweetly against your lips. “That irresistible pull? You are as delicious as I had hoped. And you will be the first soul I devour completely.”

She rises to her feet, but when you try to sit up she shoves you back down with her bare foot. She steps on your shoulder as she tears off your trousers with one hand. You cry out as your pants rip away and your hard cock springs free.

“There we are,” she says. “Now what technique shall I use to destroy you? Lady Rachelle taught me the basics – now there was a good time – and I’ve already come up with a few of my own. How about something new?”

“Sex demoness?” She leans her face low to gaze into your eyes with her bright, violet eyes. “That is what I am, Lucas. The farm girl was just the soil in which my flower has blossomed. Now I am Morelle, the succubus. And I think I’ll devour you with… my Reverse Ride technique! You like that? I just made that up.”

She giggles as she spins around above you, reaches down and grabs your hard cock, and squats down until you feel the warm, velvet lips of her pussy against your swollen tip. Your vision returns enough that you see her lusciously plump ass, fleshy tail, wrinkled asshole, and the glistening, lavender and pink lips of her little cunt. It engulfs the head of your cock, bathing your tip in her incredible heat.

Morelle is gorgeous, confident, and radiates demonic power sucked from the Woodley brothers. She looks gleeful that she gets to fight you. As she advances, a lascivious glow in her violet eyes, your sword sags in your grasp and your will to resist her crumbles. You don’t want to fight her. Your hard cock throbs in your trousers. You want to surrender. You want to give in to her demonic majesty.

“Surrender?” Morelle draws up short of lunging at you. “Really? Aw, we were going to have such an exciting battle. I suppose I would have won anyway.”

“You know what this means, don’t you, Lucas?” She saunters forward, her bare cunt glistening silver in the gloomy hallway. She palms the top of your head and turns your head to look up at her. “It means I will eat up your soul. I will take it all and leave nothing behind.”

Gazing up at the beautiful succubus, inhaling her sweet scent mixed with the unmistakable musk of sex, you can hardly wait to pay it. She steps a plump thigh over your shoulder, trapping you between her legs and thrusting her cunt against your face.

“Taste me,” she commands. You eagerly dive your face between her soft thighs and begin to lap at the hot, slippery-sweet crease of her cunt. The taste is as delicious as sugar-icing and her nectar pours across your tongue and down your throat as lick between her delicate folds and into the hot, clutching channel of her cunt. Morelle rests a hand against the back of your head and jerks her hips to fuck her slippery quim against your tongue. “Ohhhh, you aren’t bad at that, farm boy. Feel the bud atop my flower. Lick me there, Lucas. Ooooooh, yes, just there. Oooooh!”

Each moan and sigh of Morelle’s pleasure makes your cock twitch in your trousers. You slurp at her hot folds and batter the pebble-like bud of her clit with your tongue, your own pleasure rising without even touching your cock. Morelle’s cries of pleasure and thrusting hips smear her fragrant juices all over your face. The more you taste her, the more you inhale her scent, the more you yearn to have your soul devoured by the succubus.

“Nnnnyessss!” Morelle cries, bumping quite roughly against your face, bending your nose painfully as she thrusts against your mouth and slips and slides her pussy from your chin up to above your lips. Her hot juices pour into your mouth, seeming almost to gush, and Morelle holds your hair so tightly it seems as if she is trying to pull it out.

She rides your tongue to her satisfaction, slowing her grinding against your mouth until she finally steps her leg back over her shoulder. She looks down at you with her glowing violet eyes, a smile on her full lips. She releases her hold on your hair and says, “That was nice, Lucas. You’re more useful than those two old men. I suppose I could reward you. Would you… like to see my breasts?”

“Good boy,” she giggles, mussing your hair. She kneels down with you as she unlaces the bodice barely containing her breasts. You watch her fingers work, admiring her freckled cleavage as she unveils her creamy mounds lace-by-lace. She shrugs out of the bodice and exposes her perky breasts. Each immaculate mound is capped with a small, faintly lavender-tinged areola and nipple. She leans them closer to you and says, “Go ahead, Lucas. You can play with them.”

You can hardly believe your fortune as you lightly touch her warm breasts. You cup them with your hands and softly squeeze them. They are just the right size without being too large. You rub your fingers across her nipples and Morelle coos with pleasure.

“Yesss,” you moan, burying your face in the soft valley between them and squeezing her mounds against your face. She laughs with delight and cradles your head against her breasts. You kiss her tits frantically, tasting the faint hint of her sweetness clinging to her skin. You move to her lift nipple, flicking it, swirling your tongue around it, and sucking it into your mouth. You only release the suction on her nipple to move to the other and suck it just as hard.

She kneels above you, unbuckling and unbuttoning your trousers. Your precum-soaked cock springs free, jerking with your intense arousal. Morelle laughs at the sight of it.

“How would you like another taste of my sweetest peach,” says Morelle, running her fingers over her glistening pussy. “And I’ll have a taste of my favorite thing: you.”

Morelle climbs atop you and pushes you flat on the floor with her glistening pussy and voluptuous ass in your face. You don’t resist her for a moment. You grab hold of her plump buttocks, squeezing them lustfully as you lift your head to resume eagerly licking her pussy.

And then Morelle’s soft lips meet the head of your cock. Her tongue curls around your shaft and her lips part. The exquisite, sucking heat of her mouth engulfs your cock. You drop your head back on the floor, moaning with excruciating pleasure, as you cum before her mouth has even descended all the way to the base of your cock.

“MMmmhmmhmm!” She laughs around your cock, sucking you and drawing out your spurting seed. You fill her mouth with your cum and she begins to swallow, drawing some part of you along with each spurt of your seed. Your toes curl and you are helpless beneath her. Helpless to do anything but endure the intense, sucking pleasure of being devoured by Morelle in more ways than one. She bobs her lips back to your tip, flicking her tongue in the pumping stream of your seed. Once you have finished, she lifts her mouth from your cock and declares, “Delicious. But there is so much more for me.”

Her mouth slides back down onto your cock and she begins to slurp and bob on your hardness. Your erection never flags, but you do come to your senses enough to return to lapping at Morelle’s honey-sweet slit. She wiggles her plump bottom in your face as her bobbing and slurping is soon rewarded with another explosive orgasm. You feel her feeding on your soul more distinctly the time. It is as if each orgasmic spasms reverberates with a strange, enervating force. Although you feel yourself growing weaker, the pleasure is exquisite. You squeeze her plump ass and moan against her cunt, thrusting your tongue deep and drinking her sweet juices.

“Of course, Lucas!” She cries with delight. “Ooh, you’re so much sweeter than those tired old men. I bet I can make you cum five more times before you’re gone.”

Her tongue ripples beneath your shaft, curling around your glans with each bob of her sucking mouth. You arch beneath her, burying your tongue so deep in her pussy that your nose presses against her tight asshole. You unleash your seed once again into her mouth, your pleasure heightened as she drinks your life essence along with your spunk.

Morelle’s pace is relentless, sucking without pause, massaging your balls, and wiggling her big, luscious ass in your face to remind you to lick whenever you become too distracted by pleasure. She only stop sucking once, to moan loudly as she bucks her hips against your face. Drink her slick cum and burying your face in her soft ass is enough to send you over the edge again. As you begin to spurt weakly into the air, Morelle’s lips descend and the heat of her sucking mouth envelops you with ravenous pleasure.

By your sixth orgasm, you are drenched in sweat and quivering. Your heart pounds weakly in your chest. You are still licking at Morelle’s delicious cunt, but your tongue moves slowly, as if you are drunk. Your pleasure reaches an almost painful crescendo and you release mere droplets of your seed into Morelle’s insatiable mouth.

As she sucks on the faint droplets of your final orgasm, you feel as if your entire existence is being sucked into her mouth. Somehow, you are falling upwards and into Morelle. And then comes the darkness.

Faced with the demonic beauty of Morelle, you want to retreat and yield ground to her. Those horns, those bat wings; she is terrifying! Instead of retreating from her with your guard up, your grip tightens on your sword. This is not the moment for defense! It is time to strike!

You draw back your sword and charge at Morelle, Veleda’s holy might flaring brightly from your blade. Morelle’s violet eyes open wide in shock. Before you can slam into her, the nimble succubus leaps out of the way, vaulting over Ernie’s groaning form to the other side of his bed. Your momentum carries you past where she had been standing and you thump into the wall and knock over a chair. You catch it before it falls and as you wheel around to face Morelle you fling the chair at her with all of your strength.

She is caught by surprise again and this time does not act fast enough to avoid your attack. The chair smashes against her back and side and splinters into pieces. She cries out, her eyes flashing bright violet with her anger.

Your sword pulses with holy force, as if the adrenaline flowing through your veins is flowing straight into the grip of the sword. Morelle’s gaze flicks to the door. Before she can flee, you block her path, backing her towards the corner. As she realizes there is no escape, her demeanor changes. Her brow knits and she seems to weep, “Please, Lucas. I’m Morelle. The girl you know. You can’t do this. Please, Lucas, don’t hurt me. I’m totally defenseless.”

She wails with fear and cringes from you and your blade. You lift the sword and strike without mercy and with all of your strength. Just as the blade would seem to hit her head, there is a bright flash of white light. The light seems to be drawn into the crystal in the pommel of your sword. The large gem flashes and glows with pink light for a moment before returning to normal.

A bright ray of golden light breaks through the darkness. It is as if you are in an endless cavern and the roof has broken open to let the daylight in. You reach towards the light and feel your body being lifted. You ascend through the storied heavens and the golden light brings you directly into a temple of white marble, golden wheat, and tall curtains of red velvet. You feel at once at peace and yet afraid, as if you have done something wrong and are about to be scolded.

The red curtain before you parts, revealing, for only a moment, an impossible vista of multitudes of whirling angels and fractal clouds of heavenly palaces reaching to infinity. A figure of radiant beauty steps through the velvet curtain. She stands at least twice as tall as you, slender, long-limbed, and seeming to shed golden light from her unblemished skin. Fat ringlets of golden hair spill over her shoulders, breasts, and down her back. Her physique is that of a shapely woman, dressed in an immaculate white gown held at her shoulder with a golden badge of wheat. Her face is almost childlike in its delicate features and wide-eyed innocence. Her soft, pink lips form a perfect bow that curves into a beatific smile.

The curtain closes behind her and she steps across the marble floor, glimpsing her bare feet beneath her trailing gown. You grovel before her, feeling filthy and inadequate in her presence. This is Veleda, goddess of war and healing, who restores and destroys. She is far more beautiful than any human craftsman could ever capture in a statue or a painter could ever accurately depict in a fresco decorating the dome of a temple. Perhaps only the beauty of nature, in all its most sublime glory, of misty mountains and golden sunrises, could compare to Veleda.

“You stand before me having fallen to the predation of a monster girl,” she says, her tone hardening slightly and booming in the massive temple. “The lesser succubus called Morelle has consumed your soul for her unholy nourishment. But I control the turning of time on this world and I have brought you back.”

“You look upon this succubus too lecherously. I know what you have done to arrive here, Lucas LeBlanc. You have failed and you must correct your path.”

“I am not without sympathy,” she continues. “This is your first true foe and though she is a newly-made succubus, she still possesses many of the powers of the one who created her.”

You were so easily beaten by Morelle, you can hardly imagine facing down the much more powerful succubus that created her. Now is certainly not the time to express such doubts. Veleda might just decide not to send you back.

“I want you to succeed, Lucas,” says Veleda. “Succubae are overconfident and loathe meet in actual honorable combat. I suggest you press her with an attack or use subterfuge to wait for the right moment to strike.”

With a wave of her hand, the floor opens up beneath you and you plummet through the misty golden sky. Darkness yawns below, clouds that puncture, all of Lorraine spreading out into the curved distance, the moonlit countryside and the Woodley farmhouse below growing larger by the moment. You plunge through the roof of the farmhouse without smashing a single timber and land on your feet.

You are standing at the threshold where you encounter Morelle. For a moment, she is frozen with an arrogant expression on her face. You realize you are holding Veleda’s sword in your hand and raise it to defend yourself.

“So it’s a battle?” She bares her perfect smile in a predatory manner. “How exciting! Lady Rachelle said some boys might want to fight. I always assumed you would be a pushover. Now I get to use some of the power I sucked out of the Woodleys!”

Far from being afraid of you, Morelle seems delighted that she gets to fight. After being beaten by her before, you are less certain of your abilities than ever…

You glance at Morelle’s soft, delicate hands. You can already feel her skillfully squeezing your cock through your trousers. It’s nearly enough to make you cum. Your face grows hot with embarrassment and your cock throbs beneath her kneading fingers.

“Oh?” She laughs, her brow knitting sympathetically. “That’s it? All you want is my hand? Well, let me assure you, Lucas, you have made a very good choice. My hand will deliver you to a realm of total pleasure while my kiss devours you.”

“Your ki—mphhh!” Her lips descend to yours and her warm, sweet kiss seems to flow into your mouth on the hot honey of her tongue. Her silky hair tickles your face as her tongue teases against your tongue, rousing it into motion in a slithering tangle. You are momentarily distracted from your cock, but after a moment you realize your cock it out and feel the softness of her hand closing warm and tight around your shaft.

“Nice and stiff for me,” she chuckles against your lips. Her hand begins to move from the root of your cock up to the swollen tip. Her gripping fingers shift and gently twist around your hardness. “Don’t hold back, Lucas. Let it go.”

The pleasure is incredible. Her hand seems to know its way around your cock better than your own hand. Her touch is delicately soft, yet her grip is forceful. She lubricates her hand with a long lick of her palm and fingers as she gazes down into your eyes. When her wet hand closes again around your cock you nearly explode. You cry out with pleasure and she smothers your moan with her kiss, her tongue once more sliding into your mouth.

You are not a very experienced kisser; there was only Jana Early, the plump girl at Candlefest, and Ella, the whore who took your coin at the Bawdy Maiden brothel in St. Ingbert. But you do not need to have kissed a hundred women to know that none can kiss so deeply or so thrillingly as a succubus. Her mouth seems to melt into yours, her tongue as sweet as honey-candy, her kiss serving her saliva lewdly.

“Mmmmmmm!” You cry against her lips, arching and thrusting your straining cock into her warm grasp. You reach an exhilarating peak, the pleasure so overwhelming that your body shakes beneath her controlling grasp. Your moment of ecstasy gives way to the hot throbbing of your eruption. Spurt after spurt of your cum splashes Morelle’s arm, hand, and drips back down to coat your cock and her fingers. In the midst of this orgasmic release, you feel another pleasure, unique and new, pulsing like a counterpoint to each spasm of your climax.

Morelle’s eyes glow with violet energy. She is feeding! She is consuming your soul piece by piece as you cum in her grasp. There is a faint sucking sensation from her lips against yours. She finally breaks the kiss, smiling with satisfaction, pressing a finger to the corner of her mouth as if catching a morsel that escaped her lips, and pronouncing, “Delicious! So very sweet! You will be a feast for me, Lucas.”

“Ohhhhh,” you moan, your head lolling on the floor. Your heart pounds in terror, but your cock is unflagging. Though you have just spurted out a mess, your cock still stands erect. Morelle resumes stroking your red cock, smearing your cum over your shaft and up to your tip, looking down into your face as she kneels beside you. You writhe beneath her touch. You are overly-sensitive and too-quickly on the verge of another orgasm.

“That’s right,” she coos, stretching out beside you. She puts her leg over yours so that your cock is rubbing against her thigh as she strokes your straining hardness. She nibbles at your ear, her breath hot against your neck, her teasing tongue moving with soft kisses up your cheek. She turns your lips to hers just as you explode with a second orgasm. Your cum spurts over her thigh as her lips lock to yours and you feel that same, draining pleasure with each pump of your seed.

There is only a brief respite after your second orgasm before Morelle’s hand, slithering and slurping over your cum-smeared cock, coaxes you to a third orgasm. She laughs as she kisses you, sucking out still more of your life force and leaving you feeling feverish and weak.

She repositions her body, freeing her soft breasts with their tiny lavender nipples from her bodice and dangling the weight of them against your filthy cock as she continues to stroke. She kisses you again and her hand draws out a fourth and fifth orgasm, your cum barely spilling out of your cock and almost clear as you spasm against her soft titflesh. Your ecstasy is nearly complete. You can no longer lift your head from the floor.

“One more,” she says, her lips brushing against yours. “One more perfect peak of pleasure. One more climax and you will be mine forever, Lucas. Beg me for it.”

There is a certain relief in surrendering all of your control to the succubus. Her hot, smothering, molten mouth descends once more on yours. Her tongue plays in your mouth and you feel the suction drawing on your very soul. Her hand on your filthy cock slurps and slides over your hardness. You are so tired, it would seem impossible that your cock could be stiff, but Morelle knows how to touch you and keep you rigid.

“Mmmmmmm!” You cry against her kiss. The suction grows more intense, violet light seeming to sparkle even through your eyelids. You arch a final time beneath her, against her hand, thrusting through her grasp and as you cum without any seed left to spill.

Darkness closes in around you as you feel yourself falling into the impossible depths of the succubus. Morelle has won. Far, far away and receding, you hear her mocking laughter.

The feeling of her fingers tickling down your ass crack and touching your tender hole makes you clench with delight. You softly moan, the pleasure joined by the insistent suction of her tail around your cock. You need more. You crave more.

“Oh, you naughty boy!” She laughs with delight, smacking your ass with both her hands. “Of course! All of the pleasure for little Lucas! I would never do this for those horrible Woodley brothers, but for my sweet Lucas? Let me send you to heaven…”

You feel a tickle of her hot breath over your crack and then the warm, wet thrust of her tongue against your sensitive clench. You cry out as her tongue laps the rim of your asshole and drills tenderly into your virgin hole. As her tongue thrusts into your ass, you yield to the rhythmic sucking of Morelle’s tail and explode inside her once again. Each pump of your seed into her tail causes sparks of violet light to flash behind your eyelids. You slump against the chair you are tied to, helpless to stop your orgasm, your cum and life force pouring into the succubus as your ass clenches against her tongue.

Her tongue slips out of your passage and she begins to probe your ass with her fingers. One, at first, but as her tail continues to milk your cock, she slips three fingers up your ass. You are filled with her thrusting digits, her knuckles punching against your buttocks as she fucks you vigorously. Her tail seems to suck ever-harder, coaxing another powerful orgasm out of your cock. In the throes of it, the world begins to flicker around you.

“Not much longer now, Lucas,” purrs Morelle, leaning over you with her breasts against your back. “Give me every drop of your essence. I’ll get it all from you.”

“Oooooohhh,” you cry out as another orgasm takes hold. Your cock almost hurts the orgasms are so frequent and intense. Your meager seed drips into her sucking tail and your ass clenches around her thrusting fingers. You are exhausted, held up by only the chair, and the world is growing quite dim around you.

Despite the fact that your doom is approaching, you feel nothing but joy. Morelle, seeming to sense this final surrender to her soul-sucking predation, begins to kiss your shoulders and neck. Her soft lips are like fire, her teasing tongue as sensually exciting as her fingers pumping in and out of her stretched hole and massaging deep inside you.

“AAAAAHHHHH!” You cry, despairing the ecstasy as your last orgasm explodes into her tail. Throbbing drily into her suckling depths, hardly a drop of cum dribbling out of your raw cock. You whine through clenched teeth at the intensity of each contraction. Weakness gathers. You can hear your heartbeat slowing in your ears. You feel as if you are falling, somehow, into Morelle. You hear her laughter beside your ear.

You only hesitate a moment before leaning in and kissing Morelle on her perfect, soft lips. The warmth of her kiss erases all doubt as you press tightly, feeling her hard nipples poking against your chest and her tail curling around your leg. A laugh vibrates through Morelle’s kiss and her lips part, inviting your tongue into the steamy, honey-sweet cove of her mouth.

The ecstasy flows from her hot, slithering tongue. Your spit mingles with hers and you moan into Morelle’s kiss, your cock throbbing in your trousers. She strokes the back of your head, cradling it as her tongue begins to probe your mouth. She pulls you tightly against her and you moan against her lips as she presses her soft cunt against the hardness in your trousers. You jerk your hips, fucking against the inside of your own pants as you feel exhilarating pleasure flood your body and mind.

Morelle rocks against you, rolling her hips, smothering your bulging cock in your trousers with the hot groove of her pussy. Her juices soak the front of your trousers. You can feel them tingling against your cock. You start to say something and she kisses you again, hungrily thrusting her tongue into your mouth. Her lips are so soft and sweet, her tongue so nimble. You can’t bear it. You cry out against her lips as pleasure overwhelms all other thoughts.

“Mmmmmmm!” You cry into the heat of her kiss and thrust against the inner seam of your trousers. Your cock throbs and you feel a sudden wetness as you pump your cum into your pants. The ecstasy of your orgasm joins with the smothering heat of Morelle’s kiss. When she finally pulls her lips away form you, she smiles triumphantly.

“All done, little farm boy?” She says. “You went even quicker than Ernie or Dale. But that’s okay. You’re mine now and we can have fun all night long. Or at least as long as you last.”

Any thoughts of resistance are long gone. You nod obediently as Morelle takes your hand and saunters into the bedroom where Ernie lays moaning and twitching on his filthy bed. The gorgeous, red-headed succubus ignores his pleas for help and bends over the bed, presenting her luscious plump and creamy ass and the dripping folds of her tight little quim. Her fleshy tail twitches back and forth over the pale mounds of her buttocks.

You caress her plump buttocks and wide hips as you sink to your knees behind the demonically comely teen. Her pussy seems clean and unsullied even though she has surely take many loads of cum from Dale and Ernie Woodley. Not that it matters. As you lean forward to lick her glistening cuntlips, you know you would be tonguing the filthiest most spunk-smeared quim if your new mistress asked.

“Ohhhh, that’s it, Lucas,” she giggles as you run your tongue from her tufted mound, up her slippery groove, to the hot clench of her asshole. “Serve me. Serve your mistress. Everywhere.”

She pushes her ass back into your face, bouncing against you and grabbing your hair to hold you smothered by her soft cheeks. You lap at her cunt, moaning with lust and unbuckling your trousers so you can stroke your cum-smeared cock.

You suck and lick your new goddess, your magnificent mistress, pleasuring her pussy and ass as you wank your dirty cock. You never imagined burying your face in Morelle Cardin’s ass, but it has grown so voluptuous and so wonderful you now cannot imagine wanting your face anywhere else. You lap at the hot ring of her asshole, tasting the sweat and a hint of her nectar, before drilling your tongue deep into her sugary-sweet cunt.

“You are ready to give it to me, aren’t you?” Morelle laughs, looking back at you over her wings. Her tail teases down your back and you shudder with desire. You give her sweet cunt another lick, looking up with yearning as you run your tongue all the way to her asshole and lick it once again. You will do anything for her. Anything she desires.

“Yes,” you moan, between submissive licks of her clenched rosebud. You no longer care about your stupid quest. You no longer care about your life. Your only value is how you can serve beautiful Morelle. You stroke yourself as you lick her glistening holes, cum lubricating your hardness.

She bends over the bed, her breasts dangling against Ernie and making him grunt with desire. Even though he is nearly drained of life, he reaches up and feebly fondles her breasts straining in her lace bodice. You marvel at Morelle’s glorious, plump bottom and juicy holes freshly bathed in your saliva. You stand behind her, cock in hand, heart pounding as you know you look upon your destruction. Her tail beckons. She looks back at you over her wings and says, “Do it, Lucas. Fuck me. I know you…. Oooooooh!”

She does not even need to finish what she is saying. You thrust forward, driving your cock into her steamy cunt. Her slick folds engulf you and draw you deeper into her hot channel. You last a single stroke, grabbing at her wide hips as you thrust to the hilt and explode.

“Yessss! Yes! I’m cumming for you!” Your cock twitches and throbs inside the hot vise of her sex. Each throbs spurts out another stream of your cum and sends a strange shudder through your body. As your orgasm subsides, you feel an intense weakness come over you and you nearly fall over onto the bed.

“So innocent and delicious,” coos Morelle, gazing back at you with violet power dancing in her eyes. “Give it all to me, Lucas. Don’t stop.”

“Yes,” you gasp, thrusting into her cum-stuffed pussy. Your cock squelches lewdly and you feel your seed churning around your cock. You barely even wonder that you are still hard inside her. Of course you are, she is gorgeous and her cunt is milking you as deftly as a velvet hand. You thrust into her pussy, driving out more of your cum in dribbling slurps as you arch and explode again inside her. You cry, “AAAaahhhhh, Morelle!”

“Such a good boy,” she laughs, thrusting her plump ass back onto your cock, sheathing every inch of your hardness in her slimy depths, and swallowing up more and more of your pulsing spunk. With each spurt, more of your essence is sucked away by the ravenous succubus. Each twinge of weakness is accompanied by a wave of hot pleasure like nothing you have felt with a human lover.

Your legs give out and you collapse onto the floor beside the bed, thumping heavily onto the dusty floorboards. Your wet cock twitches with need.

“Morelle,” you croak, desperate for the pleasure of her body. She turns, smiling sweetly, her violet eyes blazing bright as she grabs your cock and squats over you, guiding your hardness to her cum-swamped pussy. She sinks down onto your length.

“Please,” you cry as she drops her weight onto your hips and swallows your cock with the inhuman grip of her pussy. She begins to bounce atop you, riding her furnace of pleasure up and down on your straining cock. It takes only a few more seconds and you cum again, spurting deep into her pussy as violet flashes in her eyes.

As if she has flipped a switch, you begin to orgasm, again and again, and you cannot stop. Your cock throbs inside the beautiful teenage succubus, surrendering the last of your seed and every bit of your life force to her hungry cunt.

You feel her lips against yours, kissing you as the world begins to fade. You moan with lust, happy to the last as Morelle drinks in your pleasure and feeds on your life force.

One touch to your ass was enough to make you clench up tightly. You cannot imagine what sort of depravity Morelle might inflict on you if you gave her permission.

“No?” She snaps with disappointment and the inner heat of her tail seems to clamp tightly around your cock. “You always were the loudest voice singing hymns to Veleda at the temple. Boring farm boy with no sense of adventure.”

“AH!” You cry, your head jerking up and the sting of her hand sending you over the edge. You whimper as you explode into the suckling depths of her tail, firing out more of your seed and feeling a strange, enervating tug with each eruption.

“At least you are delicious,” she giggles and gives your ass another slap. “You know, Lucas, your cock belongs in my tail. Lady Rachelle told me it was just for feeding. And you are nothing but food for me. I certainly never would have fucked you with that little cock.”

“Ernie and Dale have much bigger, nicer cocks than you.” Her tail slurps loudly on your cock as she reached between your legs from behind and cups your balls. “They felt so amazing in my pussy. Just a couple of dirty old men, but I knew they cocks could satisfy me. I came again and again on those thick man-cocks, not this little boy-cock you have.”

You can only moan with despair, her cruel words as harsh as her hand smacking your bottom. The kitchen is filled with the ravenous slurping sounds of Morelle’s tail and your desperate gasps. She squeezes your balls as they begin to tighten up.

“AHHH!” You arch weakly, your cock throbbing and spurting out your diminishing flow of seed into the succubus’s hungry tail. Each spurt into that hot, hungry passage makes you that much weaker. Sweat flows from your scalp and you begin to tremble.

“Not much more,” laughs Morelle. “The Woodley brothers you’ll give the poor Woodley brothers just enough time to get their strength back. Then they can fuck me properly with those big cocks. Too bad you can’t watch. You’ll be gone. Just a bit of yummy treat for me to—“

“AHHHHH!” You cum at the pitiful thought of being nothing more than food for Morelle. Your cock throbs and jerks deep in her sucking tail. Her cruel laughter rings in your ears as darkness nearly closes in on you.

“Not quite finished yet?” Morelle kisses your shoulder. “It’s alright, Lucas. You know this makes me very happy. Lady Rachelle said I need to drink up all the men I can find and you’re almost a man, aren’t you? Old enough to be one, but a little boy-cock. It’s good enough to eat!”

Her hand massages your balls, her thumb sliding into your crack to massage your asshole. You tense against her touch despite your weakness. She sucks at your slender neck and skinny shoulder. Her tail, like a funnel of molten lava, swirls around you, squeezing and pumping against your cock. The lewd sounds it is making remind you of hogs feasting on a fresh trough.

You barely make a sound as the final orgasm overtakes you. There is so little cum left that it barely dribbles out with each intense spasm of your cock. You gasp. You hear Morelle laughing. You see faint violet spark as she absorbs the last of your life force.

“Of course not,” you say. “But I don’t think you are going to get me more ready in one night. It’s time to kick some monster girl ass.”

“That’s the spirit,” she says, giving you a playful punch in the arm that really, really, really hurts. “That sort of positive attitude will really help when you’re being eaten alive by a monster girl.”

“Ah,” you say, rubbing the arm and feeling particularly stupid. “Is there some reason why you can’t just go fight the monster girl yourself?”

“There is a very good reason,” says Theora. “It’s against the rules. Servants of the goddess like me are not allowed to directly fight with mortals, which includes monster girls.”

“Smiting is a different department,” says Theora, waving her hand as if that should explain everything. “I handle world-saving-hero-affairs. Believe me, one day I will be promoted to smiting. Maybe if you actually manage to save the world.”

Theora grabs you by your shoulders, turns you around, and points you roughly north from your farmhouse. She reaches an arm over your shoulder and points across the field and into the darkness. In the direction of the Woodley and Cardin farms about a half a mile away.

“Don’t be afraid,” whispers Theora, her lips against your ear. “Demon type monster girls are no more powerful than any other type and this one feels low level. She is there, I know it, and I can also sense humans in grave danger. Their life force has faded while we have wasted time here at your farm.”

“That’s the right attitude,” says Theora, giving you a smack on the back. “And if you can’t, fear not: Veleda will bring you back from any unfortunate ending and let you try again. This is your first monster girl. Even the goddess is expecting it to be a struggle. Now go!”

She gives you another smack and you stumble forward. You glance back at her over your shoulder and she waves encouragingly, gesturing for you to continue. You take a deep breath, push down your fears, and set off through the darkness and toward the Woodley and Cardin farms.

Both houses are quiet and dark in the night. The Cardin farm is slightly nearer, so you approach it first. The Cardin livestock is still in the field and there is an overturned wheelbarrow of turnips near the door to the two-story farmhouse. You approach the front door, your heart beating wildly in your chest. You knock lightly and call out in a quivering voice, “H-hello? Mr. Cardin? Mrs. Cardin?”

You hear a faint moan from inside the house. Whoever is inside is in grave danger. You back up, set your shoulder, and charge towards the front door. Just as you are about to slam your shoulder into the door, it swings open and you barrel into the plump body of Mrs. Cardin. She cries out as you both spill onto the floor of the rustic house’s dining room, knocking over chairs and spilling a bucket of water.

Mr. Cardin is already sprawled on the floor with a folded, damp washcloth on his head. He looks deathly ill, his eyes dark and sunken and his skin pale. He weakly lifts his head to look at you as you untangle yourself from Mrs. Cardin, accidentally placing your hand on her large, soft bosom in the process.

Mrs. Cardin gives the sickly farmer a cross look. She shushes him to quiet and eases him back onto the floor, cushioning his head with a pillow and ladling more water over his forehead. You hear another moan from the upstairs.

“A traveler came in the evening, a beautiful woman in a cloak who said she needed our help. My husband, gods forgive him, he saw that girl and he couldn’t resist. He let her into the house. But… she was evil.” Mrs. Cardin looks as if she is going to cry. She squeezes your hands for strength. “Once she was in here, she kissed my husband seemed to suck up his life force. When she saw my daughter, she did something to her.”

“I couldn’t stop it,” says Mrs. Cardin. “This woman, this temptress, kissed my daughter and turned Morelle… she looks different now. She looks, like a harlot. Like a beautiful harlot. And a demon.”

“He is alive, but the traveler, she took my boy’s innocence,” says Mrs. Cardin. “I heard them upstairs, but Morelle wouldn’t let me try to save my boy. She kept whispering horrible lewd things in my ears and grabbing me inappropriately. It was like she was enjoying hearing her brother being defiled. Then the woman left.”

“I will do what I can for her,” you say, shaking your arms loose of the woman’s grip. She stares at you in despair as you leave through the door. You glance back at her over your shoulder, but the door has already swung closed. You can hear Mrs. Cardin sobbing through the door.

As you set off for the Woodley house, you mull over the story that Mrs. Cardin told. A beautiful traveler wearing a cloak nearly killed her husband and son and transformed her daughter into a demon, possibly a succubus. That traveler must have been a powerful demoness and one that you hope you will not have to face in battle.

Dale and Ernie Woodley are bachelor brothers in middle age. Their farm is the largest and most prosperous in the area, with a large herd of goats that earns them ample money every harvest time. You can hear the goats bleating in the night as you approach the Woodley house. No candles or lanterns burn behind the house’s windows. Dale and Ernie are both quite ugly and coarse and neither man has managed to find a wife. They built the house together to grow old and fairly rich growing corn and raising their goats.

They are not bad men. When your father died, Dale offered to marry your mother. She declined, but he gave her a large amount of corn and goat’s cheese anyway.

Your heart pounds as you quietly push open the door and slip into the dark house. You hear the weak moans of a man emanating from the back of the house. You pass through a kitchen with a bottle of wine on the table, and pass a bedroom where Ernie lies on his bed, wide eyes sunken into his head like Mr. Cardin. He was always a heavyset man, but now he looks unhealthily so, with his paunch sunken in on his stomach and his chubby face seeming to hang loose from his sunken eyes and yawning mouth. He groans weakly and you see his shriveled cock is exposed.

“Yes,” laughs a woman’s voice. “I spared your brother, but I don’t think I am going to stop for you. I know you always wanted to feel my little pussy on your cock. Now drown in the pleasure, Dale!”

The lewd words and the strange, sensual tone to the voice makes your cock twitch in your trousers despite your fears. You round the corner, stepping to the doorway of the bedroom, and you are confronted with a sight of shocking erotic horror.

Morelle is locked in carnal embrace with Dale Woodley. The young, red-headed woman was always a freckled beauty, but her beauty has burst forth to full, demonic bloom. Her slender physique now boasts shapely breasts and wide, sensual hips that seem to swallow up Dale’s shriveled body. He is beneath her, even more pale and sunken than his brother, and Morelle’s juicy quim is dripping with his spunk as she rides atop him. She is facing the door and sees you immediately.

“What is this?” She laughs, stopping her ride atop Dale. Her eyes flash violet and it is only now that you see the demonic details of her transformation. She unfolds batlike wings from her back and reveals a fleshy tail with a thick tip with a glistening opening at the end of it. Horns curl from her forehead, making her seem more demonic, but not lessening her terrible beauty.

“Lucas LeBlanc?” She laughs and dismounts from Dale with a lewd slurp of her soaking quim. She hops easily to her feet, her breasts cradled in delicate lingerie, but her cunt bare and dripping. “What a pleasure to see you, Lucas. I was planning to pay you a visit when I was finished with the Woodleys.”

“Doing?” She laughs and runs her hands over her creamy cleavage and down to her wide hips. “I am giving them what they desire. The Woodleys lusted after me and I gave them a pretty young girl to drain all their cum and send them away to their dreams.”

“I don’t care, either way,” she laughs. “I need their power to ever be like Lady Rachelle. She is a truly powerful succubus. I am only a novice.”

“They don’t understand the pleasure I can give.” She runs her fingers between her thighs, stroking her creamy cunt and pushing two fingers into her pink pussy. She bats her lashes and coos, “You understand, don’t you, Lucas? You want to know the pleasure of a succubus.”

You finally draw your sword, the blade lighting the dark hallway with its glow. Morelle takes a step back, her eyes wide, but her smile not fading.

“I’m sorry, Morelle,” you say. “But you have been turned into an abomination and I must strike you down. It is the only way for you to be saved.”

Your hands are tight fists that you want to swing in Johan Gendry’s smug face. He spits at your feet, practically daring you to split his lip or bust his nose. Your mother’s voice rings in your head, part of a memory from years ago of her holding a washcloth over your swollen eye as she softly scolded, “Fight if you must, Lucas, but there is nothing to be gained from starting a fight you cannot win.”

These three boys are armed and waiting for an excuse to use their weapons. You would likely lose your life if you tried to fight them over the money in your coin purse. What good would that do Genevieve? At least if you survive, you will still have some small chance of coming up with the money for her tuition in the next few days. With a slump of your shoulders and a grimace of anger, you accept your inevitable defeat.

“That’s right, Lucas,” says Johan Gendry. “Haven’t got a chance. Now hand over the money. That’s the absolute last time I’m asking.”

They grab you and shove you to your knees. One of the pudgy Gendry brothers knees you in the side. The other grabs your hair and pushes your face down in the dirty road. They find the apple you bought at market as a gift to yourself for your hard work. You hear them snap into it and begin eating it.

They give you a last kick and loudly smack your donkeys, sending Old Joe and Betsy racing off down the road with your cart clattering behind them. You groan in despair as the Gendry brothers disappear with your gold into the forest. After a couple minutes, you push yourself up on your hands and manage to clamber to your feet.

Your body aches, but nothing seems broken. You set off towards home, staggering from the pain as you slowly emerge from the dark forest and walk to your distant farmhouse. Your mind fills with images of your beautiful sister being defiled by the Gendry brothers. Worse than even these images is the fact that your thoughts excite you. Loneliness is a terrible thing for the soul.

You are relieved to see Old Joe and Betsy drinking from the water trough outside the barn. The cart is still carried between them. If you had lost your donkeys and your cart you really would have been left with no chance. Not that you have much of one heading into winter. A few turnips and enough wheat to get you through the cold, but nothing to trade that hasn’t already been traded out of your tiny farmhouse. You’ve even sold the lanterns and resorted to using cheap candles you made yourself.

Rather than letting despair set in, you get to work freeing the donkeys from the yoke. You lead them through the gate and into the small pasture. Your lone dairy cow, Ida, lifts her head from the brown grass and moos plaintively. She looks to need milking.

You’re incredibly sore from being beaten, but you know the agony Ida will suffer if you leave her overnight. You ladle yourself some water, dump more over your sweat-stiffened hair, and grab a stool and bucket to milk your cow.

She eats some alfalfa hay out of your hand as you sit on the stool and milk her. You give her another pat before straining and sealing the milk in one of the bottles for the cellar. You head out of the barn, the night dark and the moon hidden by clouds. There is a chill in the air despite the late summer warmth earlier in the day. You can faintly see your breath.

You head towards the house, already mentally skipping a bowl of porridge so that you can sprawl exhausted in your bed. After a day like today, at least you have that bed.

As you are shutting the gate to the pasture you happen to look up and notice a strange star glowing brightly in the sky. It takes you a moment to realize the star is getting bigger and brighter. It swells until it is nearly as big as the moon you can faintly see.

BOOOOM! The sound splits the night, startling your animals and somehow echoing from the open fields. A moment later, the glowing star streaks over your barn, flashing bright white as it collides with a tree just outside your pasture. The tree splits with a tremendous crack and disappears in a fountain of earth and a cloud of smoke.

You stand there for several seconds, staring in shock and not even believing what you have witnessed. It is on the very edge of your property. There is no ignoring something like this on your own land. You hurry into the barn, fetch a pitchfork, and head out to investigate the smoldering hole in the ground.

“I think I had better learn how to use this sword before I try to fight a monster girl,” you say, looking at the sword you hold in your hands.

“It’s a sword,” says the beautiful angel. “You swing it at them. But, I suppose you are right. You are just a little farm boy. You have never faced a foe like a monster girl before.”

She claps her hands together. With a flash of light, she summons a long, faintly-glowing staff into her grasp. She whirls it with ease and begins to circle you. It’s hard to pay attention to her weapon as your eyes are drawn to her jostling breasts and the surely intentional sway of her shapely hips.

“When you face an opponent, you may attempt to size them up and wait for the right opportunity to strike,” she says. “That can be wise. It can also be dangerous. Sometimes an aggressive offense is the only way to defeat a monster girl.”

She jabs her staff in your direction. It’s only a testing strike and you barely bring your sword up in time to block it. Theora’s staff and your new sword flare with holy energy as they connect.

“You want to talk to a monster girl?” Theora laughs. “It’s almost always a mistake. Unless you have something really good to say, they are going to assume you are giving in to their charms if you want to talk.”

“They could leave them open to an underhanded attack,” you say, striking at Theora suddenly. She easily blocks your attack with her staff and gives you a good thump on the side in answer to your dirty move. You yelp and dance out of the reach of her staff.

“My advice is to use an attack, and item, or a special ability.” She gestures to your sword with the tip of her staff. “Your sword will serve you well in an attack. I doubt you have much of an item or a special ability, seeing as how you’re an ignorant farm boy.”

“This sounds like fighting a person,” you say, perhaps feeling a bit of bravado thanks to the power radiating from the sword. “I think I can manage.”

“Oh, no, child.” Theora shakes her head. “Monster girls are extremely tough and fights can be over before you know it. Their true strength is that once you cum, your body and soul will belong to them. Only the goddess can save you from that fate.”

“You didn’t know? What do they even teach you about the last monster girl insurrection?” She rolls her eyes. “Monster girls love human seed. Some of them need it to reproduce, but many of them crave it for sustenance. It is your life essence, Lucas. You cannot give it to them no matter how badly you may want to. If you do, you are beaten.”

“So some of them may want to fight to the death and some may want to have sex with me?” You would rather fight the monsters that want sex. You have seen drawings of monster girls in the forbidden books at the temple. They’re almost always beautiful women, even when they’re combined with the most disgusting monsters. You ask Theora, “Do I have that correct?”

“No, you don’t,” says Theora. “They may want to have sex with you to the death. They may want to eat you up or just drag you back to their lair to mate with you for the rest of your life. You’re going to fail, I can already tell, but you have Veleda on your side. You are the hero of one thousand lives and she will restore you to the beginning of any quest you fail.”

“Or be enslaved by the pleasure of a harpy?” Theora says breathily and jiggles her breasts. “Or tangled up under a Scylla girl? Or milked dry by a minotaur cow girl with huge, soft tits?”

Your face goes hot at the way Theora is acting and the rude, not-at-all-angelic way she is speaking. She prods you in the chest with her staff, forcing you to look at her.

“You will face all manner of monsters in battle, Lucas, but today, you face me.” She jams her staff hard into your chest and you cry out and stagger back. “Fight me! Come on!”

“Hey, stop it!” You cry, just barely getting your sword up in time to parry an attack that might have knocked you out cold. You try to dance back quickly, out of Theora’s reach. She grins at you and whirls the staff as if it is weightless.

As you follow behind her a step, your face is hot with embarrassment and your cock is already twitching in your trousers. You have lusted after Morelle since you met her at the Spring Festival two years ago. You never gave much thought to actually having a date with her, she was popular with boys. Now, she is more beautiful than ever. She is not only available for a date, but a succubus hungry for your cock.

Your hardness throbs in your trousers at the thought of Morelle devouring your seed. Whatever demoness touched her certainly transformed her from a pretty farmer’s daughter into a ravishing whore goddess.

“Here we are, master,” says Hina, turning and stepping aside so you can approach the door to Morelle’s room. You listen at the door, your heat thudding in your chest. You hear a girlish humming from the other side. Will she remember you? What you did to send her here? Will she be angry?

The door opens suddenly, with you still leaning against it, and you go spilling into the bedroom and land heavily on the wood of the floor. You are surprised to find yourself gazing up at the young, redheaded demoness wearing one of the housemaid dresses worn by the Hinas. She certainly fills the dress out more thoroughly than the golems.

“What… I was coming to see you and the door opened.” You push yourself up on your elbows, giving her a lopsided smile. “Why are you dressed like a maid?”

“Oh, the blue-haired girl gave it to me,” she says, dancing back and spinning around. Her tail lifts the back of the skirt as she spins, revealing the underside of her buttocks and the fact that she is definitely not wearing anything beneath the skirt. Your cock throbs with need as you watch Morelle dance for you, giggling with delight.

“Well, sure, I want to keep busy,” she says, stopping her spinning and looking a bit dizzy and unsteady. “I have a broom and a duster. Over there somewhere.”

She waves her fingers and you notice for the first time that she is wearing ruffled, fingerless gloves. You look where she is gesturing and do a double-take as you see an enormous phallus that seems as if is made from the same porcelain as the Hinas. One end of it has a strange black socket.

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot,” she prances past you and picks up the porcelain cock. She strokes it with her hands and presses it against her jiggling breasts. “Hina brought me this to keep me busy. She says any time I’m bored she can stick it on and give me all the good, hard fucking that I need.”

“Mmmhmmm,” she says, lifting it up to her mouth and running her tongue around the fat tip. “Oh, it’s fun. She fucked me good. Anyway…”

She tosses it onto the cushion of a chair and goes dancing across the small room to a four-poster bed. It is a smaller and less ornate version of the bed in your own chambers.

She bends over to look under the bed and the back of her ruffled skirt lifts completely up and over her shapely ass. You have a perfect view of her creamy cheeks, her blushing pussy, and her plump thighs. She roots around under the bed, wiggling her ass from side-to-side as if to invite you to come over and stuff your cock in her slick little pussy.

You rise to your feet as if in a daze and stagger towards Morelle. A part of you knows that you are succumbing to her succubus magic, but wasn’t that why you came to her bedroom? You stare at her luscious bottom wiggling beneath the ruffles of her housemaid skirt as you are drawn closer and closer. You reach out, spreading your hand over the soft curve of her backside.

“Oooh!” She stands up in surprise. You squeeze her plump ass and stare lustily into her violet-tinged eyes. “Lucas, you’re such a dirty boy.”

“I do know,” she giggles and turns to face you. Her hand caresses your chin and slips down your tunic to the front of your trousers. “Oh, what’s this here?”

She gives your cock a rough squeeze and you involuntarily groan. You start to speak and she kisses you. Her lips are as soft, warm, and inviting as you remembered. Her mouth opens to you and you cannot resist thrusting your tongue into the sweet cove of her kiss. You feel an exhilarating surge of pleasure, a flicker of violet light behind your eyes, and you know Morelle is feeding on your life force. Despite that, you hold the kiss for a moment longer, savoring the sweetness of her lips and the self-destructive pleasure.

Her fingers caress your cock through your trousers. As she looks into your eyes, her fingers unbuckle your belt and make short work of the buttons of your trousers.

You grimace, but remain still, as Morelle’s soft hand encircles your hard cock. She chuckles as she begins to gently wank you. Each stroke of her hand on your cock lightly bounces her breasts in her overfilled bodice. You are mesmerized by the gentle pleasure of her hand and the jiggling of her creamy cleavage.

She smiles mischievously and without missing a stroke of your cock, she drops to a crouch and begins running her hot tongue around your fat cockhead. The pleasure is so intense that you nearly topple over. You rest a hand on her head and end up holding one of her curved horns. It has a texture like boiled leather and is surprisingly warm to the touch. Her tongue flicks at the slit in the tip of your cock and she murmurs with pleasure, apparently liking what she tastes.

She engulfs your cock in her hot, sucking mouth, taking you down to the root in a single stroke and gulping the head of your cock into the hot, soft tunnel of her throat. You almost shoot your seed into her belly the moment you feel her throat muscles squeezing around your cock. She pulls back, her tongue curling beneath your cock as she slides all but the head of your cock out of her mouth. Her hand moves between your thighs and she begins to fondle your cum-heavy bollocks.

“Mmmmmm,” she murmurs, taking you to the back of her throat. She bobs back to the tip, her gripping hand clutching your spit-lubed cock. She begins to bob down nearly to the root, to the back of her throat, and work her hand on your cock to enhance your pleasure. You use both hands to hold Morelle’s horns as she bobs her mouth on your cock. The suction of her mouth is exquisite and the warmth of her saliva bathes your cock and drips from your balls.

She returns to enthusiastically sucking your cock. Your grip tightens on her horns as you feel pleasure building from your tightening balls. You work your hips slightly. A human woman might have gagged, but your cockhead pops into Morelle’s throat with each thrust forward and the vibrations of her moaning seem to indicate that she is enjoying herself thoroughly.

Her hot, sucking mouth returns to your cock, bobbing hungrily on your surging cock. She looks up at you from beneath lust-heavy lids. The intense rush of pleasure reaches its peak and your cock begins to twitch between her soft lips.

“MMMMM!” She cries around your cock, sucking your hot seed from your spurting tip. Violet sparks flash in her eyes and between the intense spurts of your cum you feel background waves of ecstasy. She is feeding again! You cannot resist the pleasure of her mouth on your cock.

Your legs quiver and you hunch over her, forced to cling to her horns for balance. She presses forward, taking your cock into her throat and forcing you to continue cumming. Her throat ripples around your cock, somehow drawing you past the point of your orgasm and straight into another.

You let out a terrified gasp as Morelle greedily drinks your cum and your essence with each gulp of her throat muscles. When you try to step back, her powerful hands grab your ass and pull your cock even deeper into her hot, suckling mouth.

“Enough!” You cry, shoving her head away. Your cock pops wetly from her lips and your cum dribbles down her chin. She gathers up your dripping seed on her fingers and licks the pearly drops clean.

“More later?” She claps her hands together with excitement. “I’ll suck your cum out whenever you want, Lucas. You’re so cute when you explode in my mouth.”

Your cock twitches as you stuff it back into your trousers and retreat from Morelle’s bedroom. She watches you go, wiggling her fingers goodbye as you escape through the door.

“Did you have a pleasant visit, master?” Hina asks, her voice close and loud enough to startle you. She smiles serenely, as if she did not hear you through the door as you were moaning about your orgasm.

You need to show Theora you can fight. Maybe it is the glowing sword in your hand, being told you are the hero of a thousand lives, or the fact that you are facing down a beautiful, golden-haired angel of Veleda, but you are not going to capitulate. You spend your days working the fields. You’re no weakling.

“AHHH!” You give a hoarse war cry and charge at Theora. She reacts with surprised amusement, backpedaling easily out of your reach. Your swings are ponderous compared to each flourish of her glowing staff. She sidesteps another swing and gives you a solid whack on your ribs. You grunt, stagger, but stand tall.

She lowers her guard, inviting an attack, and her mocking tone is so infuriating that you can’t resist. You grunt with effort and swing your sword two-handed. The blade flashes and Theora meets it with her staff.

Theora unleashes a flurry of strikes that you struggle desperately to parry. Each blow collides with your sword with a flash of light and a shock that travels up your arms and staggers you back a step. Each strike you block slower than the last until Theora finally knocks your sword to the floor and kicks it away.

You hold your hands up. Before you can offer the beautiful angel a plea for mercy, she slams her staff into your chest and knocks you backwards. You collide with one of the only remaining bales of hay in your barn and tumble over it. Theora leaps over the bale of hay and jabs one end of her staff into your face, stopping short of hitting you with it. You are left panting to catch your breath and staring at the glowing end of her staff.

“Not bad for a first try,” she says. “Too bad a monster girl doesn’t care about first tries. Once she has you beat, she is going to do whatever she wants.”

“I suppose I will have to show you,” she says, whirling the staff out of your face and making it disappear in a flash of holy light. She gathers up her gown in her fists and you watch in amazement as she pulls the delicate fabric up her slender legs, exposing her knees, her thighs, and finally, the gold-thatched groove of her quim. Your cock goes almost instantly hard. Theora purrs, “Do you like looking at the cunt of an angel?”

“I say it however I want,” she laughs. “There are no rules governing how I should speak in the presence of mortals. Now, I won and you lost, and that means…”

She steps past your chest and stands above your face so you have a view directly between her legs at the golden fur of her cunt. You gasp in shock as she squats down over your face and grabs a handful of your hair. Her clean womanly scent fills your nostrils and makes your cock twitch in your trousers. She lowers her pussy until it is so close that her hair is tickling your nose and lips.

“I will try,” you say, only the words are muffled as Theora yanks your hair and forces your face roughly against the hot furrow of her sex. You stick your tongue out tentatively and Theora grinds her cunt into your face, forcing your tongue between your folds and smothering you in her naughty fragrance. You breathe in her hot body and thrust your tongue into the steamy sweetness of her cunt. You have little experience with women and certainly nothing like this before today.

But something about lying on your back with the most beautiful woman you have ever seen squatting on your face awakens your lust. You reach up and cradle her shapely hips and firm bottom. You lap at her sweet dew, running your tongue between her folds as she begins to move atop your face as if she is riding a man’s cock.

“Ooooh, there you have it, little farm boy,” she coos as she twitches her hips and rides her pussy against your tongue. “Have a good taste. MMmmm, you have some hope. Go on, suck it. Suck my clit.”

You are not even really certain what a “clit” is, but you feel around her delicate folds with your tongue, listening for her reaction. Your tongue collides with a slightly harder “pellet” of flesh atop her folds. Theora sucks in a breath through her teeth and follows it with a whimper of pleasure. Her pussy grows wetter and wetter as you tongue it. Her juices spill plentifully into your mouth, down your chin and even all over your nose as she rocks her hips and fucks against your face.

She begins to ride you so heavily that you have to push her away from your face each time you want to breathe. You only have enough time to suck in a gasping breath before Theora is back against your mouth, covering your nose and lips with her slippery cunt. You lick it greedily and, in the moments when you aren’t trying to breathe, you even squeeze and caress her firm bottom. She thrusts dow heavily against your mouth, crying out in a way that vibrates through her body.

You feel that harder pellet beneath your lips and you press a kiss against it and try to suck it into your mouth. Theora wails in absolute ecstasy, bucking atop your mouth, but always returning the little bud of her clit to your sucking lips. The only things louder than the angel’s wanton wails of pleasure are the lewd sounds of your licking and sucking. Her thighs grasp your head tightly. Her body shakes as her ecstasy reaches its peak.

You are smothered so thoroughly by her quim that you nearly suffocate. When she finally lifts her weight from your face you gasp for air, your face hot with sweat and drenched in her nectar. You smile up at her in a daze.

You rise slowly to your feet. Theora sits down on the hay bale and spreads her legs wide. She strokes her soaking slit, looking at you with lust-heavy eyes. “Come on then, hero of a thousand lives. You’ve been beaten by the monster girl, turned into her pleasure slave; you may as well stuff your cock into her.”

“Into you?” You say, marveling at her creamy thighs, the blushing mound of her cunt, and her heaving breasts, barely contained by her sheer gown.

“No!” You protest, but the truth is you aren’t far from one. Your first was fumbling with plump Jana Eerly at the Candlefest celebration in St. Ingbert. Your only other time was last harvest, a good year, when you had just enough coin to spare to buy a roll in the bed of a local whore. She was kind, but it was over too quickly and you regretted not spending that coin on extra food over the winter.

You look down at your cock. You never thought it was small, but you’ve not seen many cocks. You feel a pang of anger at having your manhood insulted and you have the sudden urge to show this damned mocking angel what you can do with it. You growl as you practically lunge at Theora. You kiss her savagely, thrusting your tongue into her mouth and surprising her as you move your hips and seek the hot furrow of her cunt with your hardness.

Your straining tip finds her slick groove and you thrust your hips, sheathing every inch of your manhood in her hot, slippery quim in a single stroke. You cry out, “AAaaaaahhhh!” as you press deep into Theora’s clutching channel.

You hold nothing back. After a moment, you cannot even kiss her; you are too intent on sawing your cock in and out of her dripping cunt. Your body slaps against hers. She folds her long legs around you, pulling you deeper. She lifts her gown up even higher, over the perfect, soft mounds of her breasts so you can see her pale hillocks heaving with each stroke. She plays with her pale pink nipples, her blue eyes blazing with lust as you fuck desperately into her.

It’s the truth. She’s so perfectly beautiful that you cannot look away from her. Each thrust drives you closer to a massive orgasm and you cannot stop yourself. You want to feel that pleasure. You want to spill your seed deep inside her beautiful body. Her tight quim seems to grip at you with every stroke, massaging you with her hot, slick channel as you reach your limit.

“AAAAHHHH!” You ram hard into her depths, the squeezing heat of her pussy overpowering your last remaining resistance. Pleasure rushes through you, gripping you for a long moment as you look down at her jiggling curves, into her blue eyes, and release your hot cum in powerful spasms of pleasure. You feel your seed pumping into her, slipping and sliding around your cock with every stroke.

You thrust until your cock becomes too sensitive. Her inner walls give you a final squeeze, milking out the last drops of your orgasm. She lets you out of her creamy depths and your cock leaves her with a lewd slurp. You stagger back, eyes wide as you gaze upon her beautiful body now defiled by your seed. Your white cream drips from her blushing cunt.

“If I were an actual monster girl,” she says, playing her fingers in her creamy pussy, “I would never let you stop. I would drain your cum for all eternity or suck out your essence until you collapse from exhaustion.”

She rises smoothly to her feet and saunters up to you. She leans close, as if she means to kiss you, and even though your cock has gone flaccid, you feel it beginning to stir again as her nipples brush against your shirt.

“Some monster girls are too strong to be attacked. Others are vulnerable to a direct assault. You must learn to discern which is which.” She taps her fingers on your glistening cock, making it twitch. “Now clean up and put this away. I will be waiting outside.”

She wiggles her fingers and summons a burst of steam between her thighs, washing away your filthy seed. You marvel at her exquisite beauty as she pulls her gown back on and saunters out of the barn.

You draw up water from the well pump and use it to clean away your spunk and the sweet-smelling musk of Theora’s quim. You are ashamed that you could not satisfy the beautiful angel, but how could she have expected you to do anything else when confronted with her holy beauty?

Your face is red with shame as you finally exit the barn and find her waiting in the slivery moonlight, leaned against a fence and staring up at the starry night

“The heavens look much less impressive from down here,” she says, gazing upward. “The moon dominates them, but the moon is the most boring of all, I assure you.”

“You don’t want more training do you?” Theora looks at you with a hint of annoyance. “We can’t spend all night doing this. There are real humans in peril out there.”

You are not about to hand over the profits from your entire harvest to these thugs. You are not going to let them condemn your sister to being thrown out of the wizard’s academy. You snarl with anger, leaping from the back of the cart and knock Johan Gedry back a few steps.

CRACK! Pain explodes through your side as one of Johan’s brother’s swings at your body with his club. The blow takes the breath out of you, staggering you forwards. Another blow, this time to the side of your knee, sends you to the ground. You look up, gasping for breath, tears of pain welling in your eyes.

The brother who asked grunts in disappointment and shoves you over onto your back. You lie there on the ground, trying to catch your breath, as the Johan cuts off your coin purse and the other two brothers search your pockets. The brother who wanted to kill you finds the apple you had brought home from the market as your solitary reward for the harvest and he takes it.

“Next time, just hand over the money,” sneers Johan. He gives you a parting kick in the side. His brothers smack your mules, startling them and sending them wild and clattering away with the cart.

The Gendry brothers disappear into the dark forest as if they were never there. You lie there on your back for a long time, catching your breath, before finally and wordlessly rolling onto your knees and getting on your feet. Your body aches, but nothing seems broken. You set off towards home, staggering from the pain as you slowly emerge from the dark forest and walk to your distant farmhouse. It is dark by the time you arrive at your little farmhouse.

You’re incredible sore from being beaten, but you know the agony Ida will suffer if you leave her overnight. You ladle yourself some water, dump more over your sweat-stiffened hair, and grab a stool and bucket to milk your cow.

You head towards the house, already mentally skipping a bowl of porridge so that you can sprawl exhausted in your bed. After a day like today, at least you have that bed.

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