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  You lift your head from the pillow and see that the bed is no longer infinite. The crimson canopy is billowing open to reveal the lamplight beyond. A cooling breeze blows over your naked body.

  "Catch your breath," says Ashara, "and I will show you the way out."

  You want to submit to her, to plead to her to finish what she started. But the succubus has already left you and is standing outside the canopy of the bed. You crawl out from the bed and tie your loincloth back around your hips. You belt on your sword and join Ashara where she stands studying an enormous painting of a strangely beautiful tower on a sinister, volcanic landscape.

  "It was mine, before I was enslaved by Castigoroth. That beast was the one who sent me here when Madreg summoned me." Ashara looks at you, her eyes flashing with purple fury. "Do you think Madreg is alone in his quest to dominate this land? He serves Castigoroth. He would summon that demon prince and bring about his reign on earth."

  "He wants to summon a demon?"

  "Oh, like all fools lured to power, he thinks Castigoroth will share the power. Never trust a demon."

  "I trusted you," you point out.

  "Well, aside from me. I'm very trustworthy." She winks at you. "Come along, princess. I will show you the way out."

  She lifts the painting from the wall and reveals a passage through a darkened tunnel. You follow her up a long staircase cut into the stone corridor. You arrive at a vertical shaft through the stone. An iron ladder disappears into the darkness above.

  "What is up there?" you ask.

  "Bjorn," says Ashara. You look at her questioningly and she rolls her eyes. "That overgrown Noorman is easily fooled. Throw a stick and he'll chase it. If you run into him, tell him I said 'Hello.'"

  You're not sure what she means about the stick, but Noormen are hardy, blond men and women known to be raiders and powerful warriors. Your father employed a few Noormen mercenaries. He had a high opinion of them. Unlike most hired soldiers, they fought to the end to defend you and your family. But like all of your father's knights, they fell to Madreg's orcs and monsters.

  "You should go," says Ashara, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

  "Th-thank you," you say.

  "Oh, I had fun," giggles the succubus. "You were a tasty treat, my dear. Now go, before I change my mind and decide you are too delicious to let get away."

  You nod and begin to climb the ladder. As you go higher, your pulse quickens as you realize there is not darkness above, but a night sky. Fresh air!

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Thirteen - Smother Her Cock Between Your Tits

  "You like the feel of my breasts?" you whisper.

  Before Ashara can answer, you lean down so that her hardness nestles between the warm, dangling pillows of your breasts. You release her cock with your hand and press your tits around her, squeezing her demonic cock tightly in that soft valley.

  The fat tip sticks up, purple and dripping, like a plum nestled atop your cleavage. Her oozing precum provides ample lubrication as you begin to move up and down and wank her hardness with your breasts.

  "Ohhhhh!" cries Ashara. "No... no woman has ever done this for me."

  The sight of her squirming in pleasure and chewing her lower lip as you massage her cock between your tits is incredibly gratifying. Getting any lover off is a pleasure, but finding new ground to satisfying a sex demoness is an entirely different sort of pleasure. You work her cock between your tits, slapping them down against her pelvis so that the top few inches of her glistening cock spear between your breasts. There is so much precum that there is virtually no friction, yet the heat grows continually between your tits.

  "Incredible," cries Ashara, thrusting her hips and fucking her cock between your breasts. "So soft. So perfect."

  Well, perhaps not as soft and perfect as the demoness's jiggling mounds, but you've always been admired for your décolletage. Ashara's thrusting grows more desperate. Her precum smears all the way up to your throat as she drives her straining cockflesh between your breasts.

  "Ohhhh... my seed!" cries Ashara. "My boiling seed!"

  She arches beneath you and thrusts her hips violently. Her cock jabs against your throat, slipping in its own secretions. You tilt your head back and let out a gasp of excitement. You squeeze her cockmeat tighter between your wanking breasts and feel a powerful throb. Lavender-tinged spunk launches in a geyser from the head of Ashara's cock, spraying past your head and dropping back down almost vertically to splatter across the tops of your stroking breasts.

  Gods, is it hot! The slippery goo spills into your cleavage and further lubricates your wanking as you squeeze jets of hot cockmilk from the succubus's spurting cock. Her seed splatters your arms, coats your breasts, and speckles your face with pearly drops.

  She relaxes back onto the cushions, breathing heavily as you give her a few last strokes between your cum-smeared breasts. You release her cock from its pillowy prison and it thumps against her belly before sticking straight up again, now filthy with her demonic cockslime.

  Ashara laughs beside you, fumbling and stroking your hip and arm. She gasps, "That was wonderful, princess."

  "Yes, but you've made a mess of me," you laugh, holding out your arms and cum-dripping fingers. Your breasts have received the majority of it, globs decorating the tops of your breasts and long, gooey strands spilling between them.

  "Mmmm, I'd be happy to clean that up," purrs Ashara. She takes your hand and looks into your eyes as she slowly sucks your fingers clean of her cum. Her tongue twists between your fingers and glides over the back of your hand and up to your wrist.

  "It tickles," you cry, resisting the urge to pull away.

  You lean back a bit and watch as she licks and slurps your body clean of her cum. She gathers it on her tongue, warm licks roving over your breasts, laving your nipples, and washing the droplets from your throat. She sucks up little bits that spilled onto your thighs and finally runs her tongue over your cheek, cleaning the splatter on your face.

  Her lips meet yours and her mouth opens, flavored with her cum, though not filled with it. You kiss her back, intoxicated by the teasing taste of her spunk. It's so sweet and exotic, like the honey from a rare flower. You desperately want more. She pulls away from the kiss and you find yourself leaning forward to pursue her lips.

  Your hand brushes against something hard and fleshy and you realize her cock is still stick up from her otherwise dainty and feminine hips.

  "It is still erect," you moan in disbelief.

  "My dear princess, it never goes soft unless I wish it." Ashara gazes into your eyes once more and her implications sends warm waves of lust through your body.

  "Then... why is it still like that?" you ask, your voice soft, your body under her spell.

  "I want you, princess. Even if it costs me my revenge." She strokes your thigh and runs her hand between them, gently cradling your gold-thatched wetness. You moan and squeeze your thighs shut around her hand. "I see a potential in you for something greater. Not to mention, the womb of a princess is a prize unto itself."

  Her fingers deftly work over your groove and begin to massage your clit.

  "I want you, princess," whispers the succubus.

  What do you do?

  Give her what she desires

  Give her something else

  Refuse Ashara

  Epilogue - Reign of the Demon King

  The cities of the northlands lie in ruins. The temples have been burned and the faithful put to the sword and worse. With Castigoroth's demonic legions triumphant, the kingdoms of the south had no choice but to broker peace. The terms were brutal. A tithe of human sacrifices, to be paid once per month along the long road of woe to Castigoroth's new palace.

  It fills you with some pleasure that he has chosen Tarol as the place for his city of brass. The glimmering towers and walls rise over the ruins of your former home. The moat of fresh blood describes a path around the former village. The lifeblood of new sacrifices are added to the moat d
aily. Their corpses feed the hungry demons that celebrate in the firelit courtyards and atop the ramparts of the city of brass.

  If Madreg sought to bring about a world of rape and domination, Castigoroth's vision is one of pure destruction and enslavement. His demons slaughter and crush all hope from the toiling slaves and you watch it all happen from a balcony in the grand palace of the demon king.

  "Come back to bed," comes a lilting voice from the decadent suite behind you. All around the room, beds are filled with sighing and moaning women.

  The voice calling you to bed belong to Camilla, she stretches nude on the satin sheets, one hand cradling her hairless sex and the other beckoning you closer. You lean down over her and kiss her on the lips, thrusting your tongue into her mouth and tasting her sweetness. You pull back and run a finger over the horns that curl over her forehead.

  "They've grown since yesterday," you say.

  "My wings are coming in," giggles Heidi, crawling towards you across the bed and wiggling the tiny flaps of her wings on her back. "Still a while longer before I can fly."

  Jacinda is propped up on the cushions, her shapely thighs apart and her nose buried in a book of some sort. You crawl onto the bed past your sisters and between Jacinda's legs. Your kiss finds its way to the hairless cove of her quim and you begin to kiss and lick her delicious folds.

  "Mmmmmm, sister," laughs Jacinda, tossing aside the book. "You know it drives me wild when you do that with your tongue."

  "What, this?" you ask, looking up at her and swirling quick circles around her clit. Jacinda hisses and arches her back to thrust her perfect, lavender-tinted pussy against your tongue. Heidi and Camilla seize the opportunity of your raised bottom. Camilla's skilled tongue plunges into the hot tunnel of your cunt. Heidi begins to lap at the tender pucker of your anus.

  This is how you spend much of your days and nights now that you are freed from birthing the legions of Castigoroth. Your bodies were badly damaged from that arduous task and Castigoroth rewarded you and your sisters by allowing you to become succubae in his harem. You were transformed first, then Jacinda, and now Camilla and Heidi are completing their transitions. You find that the kisses and licks and probing fingers help to speed the process.

  One of the eunuch guards of the harem steps into the chamber of infinite pleasures and strikes the ferrule of his halberd upon the tiled floor.

  "Let it be known," his voice silences the moaning women, "that the mighty King Castigoroth demands the presence of Kirsten and Heidi Sungbaard for tonight's pleasure."

  You draw your silken robe about your shoulders, giggling as you look to Heidi with excitement. To pleasure the king is always a great honor. You and Heidi hurry past the eunuch, practically leaping up the stairs towards the king's personal quarters atop the Tower of Suffering.

  There, in his perfumed quarters, the great red demon waits for you and your sister. His cock is already sticking straight up, twitching gently with the beat of his demonic heart. He looks at you from the piled cushions of his bed and motions you over with a clawed finger.

  "How are my little princesses? Are your sisters adjusting to the change, mother?"

  You get a thrill when Castigoroth calls you that. You and Heidi bounce onto the bed and nuzzle against his chest. You inhale the unique scent of his demonic flesh and moan with desire. Your finger plays against his nipple.

  "They're jealous they weren't invited," you say.

  "Jacinda ate her first soul," says Heidi, climbing onto Castigoroth and rubbing her breasts against his chest. "One of the prisoners brought in from the scouting party. She said he tasted sweet."

  You drag your breasts over his chest as well, pressing against your sister and letting your shapely thigh caress Castigoroth's cock. He groans and lifts you both into his arms. His savage expression softens and he begins to kiss and stroke you both.

  "I have something even sweeter," he murmurs, and gently guides your heads down to his cock. You and Heidi laugh and begin to lick and suck and fondle the mighty cock of the demon king. You intend to prove to him just how devoted you are.

  "Tonight, one of you will have the good fortune of receiving my seed in your womb." Castigoroth pauses to groan at your hot mouths on his cockflesh. "The time has come for me to begin siring heirs and cum as valuable as mine requires royal wombs."

  You hope you beat out Heidi for the honor of birthing Castigoroth's first heir. Pleasuring the demon king, serving him with your body and soul, is always an adventure. But it is an adventure for another time.

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  Encounter Fifteen - Get Going

  Much as you would like to stay a bit longer and indulge in more of the pleasures of the flesh, you know you must continue with your journey. You sigh and force yourself to your feet. You give a sultry look to Bjorn and lean down for a fleeting, tingling kiss with Ashara. There is a crackle of electricity as your lips separate.

  "You two have fun without me," you say, heading for the door.

  "Oh, we'll find away," says Ashara, already crawling over to Bjorn and fondling his cock. You turn away from the tempting sight and hear her muffled moan as she takes him into her mouth.

  The black door opens easily enough into a room of almost total darkness. The floor is rocky and strewn with tiny pebbles that roll beneath your feet. There is a single round entrance cut into this stone floor, smooth and perfect, and from within you can hear a howling wind. There is the start of an iron ladder bolted into the curved shaft. You do not want to go back down, into the underworld of Madreg's dungeon, but you see no alternative.

  You climb down into the darkness.

  CONTINUE >

  Encounter Sixteen - Magic

  Madreg is a powerful wizard, to be sure, but a magical attack is exactly what he won't expect you to try. As he drifts above the altar, gloating in his moment of triumph, you devise a magical plan of attack. A distraction, followed by a debilitating strike. You know just the powerful pairing to use against the mad wizard.

  "You want me?" you ask, caressing your breasts. "I might be more than you can handle!"

  Prismatic Image is a simple spell of deception, easily cast. You flick your wrist and speak the words. Light bends around you and transforms your image into five identical duplicates. Your position among these copies does not correspond to your actual position.

  "I love games," laughs Madreg. "Find the princess!"

  You begin to cast the spell of Miring Mud, which you hope will restrain him to the floor and prevent him from using his magic. But Madreg is too quick, he speaks power words and his hand moves to casting pose with supernatural speed. Lightning flashes from his fingertips, striking one of your copies. The illusion explode and the bolt leaps to the next copy. It happens almost too quickly for you to see. Your illusory doubles are destroyed and the cracking bolt strikes you in your chest.

  Your heart stops for a moment and thumps back to life a moment later. You are thrown to the floor, your entire body smoking for a moment. You blink away the after-image of the electrical flash and realize your arms and legs are barely responding to your attempts to move.

  "You tried to attack me with magic?" Madreg hovers over to you and his cruel hands scoop you up from the floor. He tosses you easily over his boney shoulder and smacks a hand on your bottom. "You're so lovely, princess. Even in your final moments of freedom, you manage to entertain me."

  He gives your plump cheeks a few more slaps, jiggling your bottom as you groan helplessly over his shoulder. He carries you over to the altar and tosses you into the stone hands of the statue. Your face and breasts are pressed to the warm stone. Your round backside is left raised, your gold-fringed flower and delicate anus exposed by your compromised position.

  "Yes, this will do nicely," says Madreg, squeezing your bottom. "Nowhere in the ritual does it demand any particular position."

  "Ritual?" you moan.

  He answers you with his fingers caressing your hot furrow. He strokes your tender folds and s
preads your pink with his fingertips. He leans his face down and inhales your scent. His tongue, a black serpent flicking from his mouth, lashes your clit and dips lightly into your honeyed slit.

  You whimper with pleasure at the fiendish wizard's touch. The organ music swells and vibrates in your chest. It only takes a few seconds and you are utterly at Madreg's mercy. Your hips roll gently as you grind your sex against his tongue. He is careful not to claim your virginity in this way and his practiced tongue drives mostly against your clit. His fingers tease your clenching asshole and, as you peak with a sudden orgasm, he pushes two into your hungry back passage.

  Your head lifts from the warm stone and you cry out, "Yessssss!"

  Is it the magic of his dungeon? Some new spell he has cast over you? Or just the feeling over absolute defeat? You do not know and do not care as the orgasm ripples through your body and you moan loudly, echoing through the chamber louder than the voices of all those chanters. Your clit slides against his tongue and you fuck your clenching ass onto his fingers.

  You are still shuddering and gasping with lust as the mad wizard climbs onto the altar behind you and presses his fat, demon-enhanced cock to the twitching entrance of your pussy. You continue to work your hips and grind your little cunt against him, eager for his fiendish fuckmeat. He laughs at your wanton display.

  "Good, princess. You know what you must do to achieve your destiny."

  Destiny is hardly on your mind at all as he thrusts forward and skewers your clutching cunt on the superhumanly hot length of his cock. The bulging glans batter through your maidenhead, claiming your virginity. The pain of injury is fleeting, replace with a warm ache and your growing need for Madreg's demon cock. Your head lifts and you push up onto your hands. He grips your shapely hips and slams his cock into you, his heavy stones swinging against your clit with every thrust.