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 Suddenly Succubae 2 (Worm AU) (Worm Commission)


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Trying to sleep with huge breasts… turns out is a bit of a chore when I’m used to something else. I’d have used the collar, but I don’t know how long the body transformation would last, plus I’d have to keep the collar on. While the alterations to the collar aren’t on a time limit, I don’t know how dreams might affect it. Sleeping with magical items can be dangerous after all since sleep talking or a slight shift could suddenly trigger their effect. First happen every year because the ignorant or careless slept with their magic dagger under their pillows. Thus I’d unlatched it before heading for bed hoping to learn how to properly sleep with my new form. 


At first I was restless, but when I did sleep, the dreams I’d had that night… Dreams of chains and collars, clothing of leather straps and steel rings. Whips raining down and of course, moans of pleasure. When I awake, I was wet, my nipples hard, and drool had dripped on my pillow enough to leave a cold patch on my cheek. My first instinct had me reaching down, pressing into myself, moaning slightly as I caress my folds, drawing my legs in as I licked my lips and enjoyed the sensation of pleasure, before the discomfort of hunger began to roil in my belly, proving a greater need than self satisfaction. 


Frazzled, I slowly get out of bed before descending the stairs and heading to the kitchen, only to find an odd view. On the table is a dildo. A dildo with a huge set of balls beneath it and some kind of tube connected to it with some kind of syringe at the other end of the tube. In addition there are a few sealed jars with something rather white and cloudy inside of them. On them was a label calling it “Vitae,” though I can pretty clearly guess what it is. Beside them are more jars but this time of a bubbling pink substance. There are a few books there as well and as I approach the table, I can read one of the titles. 


Handling Puberty: Succubus Edition

Off in the kitchen, I can see Dad finishing up with scrambled eggs and scraping some onto plates before coming to sit down.


“Morning,” he says, and a pregnant pause fills the room. He looks about as comfortable as he did last night. He’s searching my face for a reaction, something to tell what I’m thinking likely. I keep my face neutral as he sets down my plate of eggs and bacon. Normally a breakfast of eggs and bacon would be great since they’d become so rare these days with Mom not around to cook. Yet I just take a seat and wordlessly dig in. Even so, I can’t help it as my eyes keep slipping from the annoyingly good eggs to the dildo on the table. It was pretty much exactly what the forum had suggested for if a succubus wanted to be a “prude” and not fuck people to survive. 


Dad sighs before taking a seat himself. For a moment he tries to eat, though I can tell he’s bothered, which he should be. He kicked out my friend and made her run out without clothes. Not only that, but he never said anything about me being a succubus. Though in truth… I’m less angry about that. Still annoyed… yet at the same time as I glance once more to the cock in front of me, he was obviously prepared for this to happen. Mom explained in her letter her reasoning, and being able to be enslaved already is already a fear of the average person. Goblins and tunnelling Murlocks could break in, evil wizards with mind control powers, dick head Dragons deciding you were good enough to be a damsel to them for the next ten years. The list goes on and that’s just for the regular person. Now I get to worry about so much more… what more I don’t exactly know yet beyond a few basics such as if a person jumps through the right bureaucratic hoops a succubus can be legally enslaved even here though the process is lengthy and at times legally dubious.


“When were you going to tell me?” I finally ask, breaking my contemplations.


“Three months ago… or at least, I’d wanted to…”


“Then why didn’t you tell me?” I ask but Dad just shakes his head and sighs before he stares off into the distance.


“I don’t know. Nerves… fear… but I think mostly habit…”


“Habit?”


“Habit. I’d… gotten into a habit of ignoring it, putting it off. I say I meant to do it three months ago, I really did, but I’d gotten the notion of it after Alan smacked some sense into me, you know? After… well, at some point after I… I came back to myself, I realised I needed to tell you… at some point. You’re… you’re a grown woman now. Annette… she was the one who was supposed to break it to you, to tell you all of this stuff when you came of age, to help you figure out this kind of thing. She was going to be the one to help you with your magic, your seduction your everything… but…” Dad stops, closes his eyes a moment as he takes a breath, and I can see some moisture slicking his eyelids. 


“Bu-” his words get chocked up in his throat and he tries to clear it. Despite him being a dick to Lisa and kicking her out and not telling me about being a succubus I still reach a hand out. My own thoughts of Mom coming to me as well, unbidden memories of the ceremony, us spreading her ashes. The last time I got to see her. I can feel my own tears start to well up as well as Dad takes hold of my outstretched hand, gives it a squeeze, before releasing it and pulling back. 


Clearing his throat once more and wiping away the few drops that spilled over he tries again: “But… well… well now It’s up to me. Now… I know being a succubus has certain expectations. You have certain needs and I… I’ll… I’ll be honest. The thought of… you having to do that kind of stuff… I don’t like it. It makes me wish… wish that the glamour your Mom made was real and not just a powerful polymorph…”


“You... wish I was human… don’t you?” I ask and Dad seems to realise something before shaking his head.


“No, no! Nothing like that. Not… that’s not what I meant to say, or how I meant to say it. Hold on it just came out wrong, I just mean… I don’t like the thought of my baby girl having to get violated by people just to survive. I… It’s every Father’s wish that his little girl will never grow up, but we have to accept that things can’t just stay the same. Maybe if I were some kind of sex demon or something, or Annette was around to… to help I’d have an easier time, but… well…” he trails off as he gazes into his coffee. For that moment, he looks so lost, so unsure. Like after Mom passed. Now I’m a succubus, or rather Dad has to actually deal with the fact I am rather than… seemingly ignoring it. I don’t doubt it would be easier… he could push one more thing to the side, he could keep things simple.


Now of course it’s blown up in his face. I’m a succubus now and my body has suddenly shifted right before school. Of course now I’m at least objectively prettier than Emma. No matter what, succubi are almost always the prettiest in the room drawing everyone’s unconscious attention to them when in their real form. Succubi seemingly have none of the imperfections that come with being a regular person. No blemishes, no physical imperfections, a body hot enough to attract both men and women. 


At least I’ll be able to take solace in that I’ll be better than her at something, other than magic which she’s abysmal at. No more “little miss hag” coming my way, not without it ringing hollow. Though now their insults of “whore” will likely be a bit more accurate.


The silence stretches on as we contemplate things, slowly eating. The food is still filling though not as it once was. It’s more like eating junk food maybe is the best analogy, since it feels like something heartier is missing. Curious, I reach over to the book on succubi puberty and look through it. There on it I find something that vaguely looks like a something talking about “feeding”.


Feeding on Essence


Essences for Succubae are much like essential vitamins for any other mortal creature. While it can dispensed with for a time, eventually in order to live a full and healthy life Succubae must collect essence in order to survive. Failing to collect essence will results in significant health issues for a succubus. Before puberty, the essence succubae must consume is generally rather low, thus a care taker may provide minimal essence to a succubus without any issues arising often through providing it as food or if they have enough conscious control over it, even through an embrace. Multivitamins meant for succubae kids in modern day even have enough essence for the whole day if not more depending on the child’s age. 


This changes during puberty as the succubus is now entering into their prime breeding time. As such their essence requirement skyrockets as their ovaries begin to take in the essence that a succubus collects and begins the production of succubus eggs. The fact that succubi produce eggs rather than are born with them has the side effect of ensuring that without surgically removal of the ovaries, a succubus is always fertile.


“What’re you curious about? I may not be an expert on this stuff, but I did a bit of reading of these books and I learned a lot form Annette,” Dad asks, looking up from his drink. 


“Just feeding, what I need to worry about… and stuff like that… also, why’d you buy a dildo?” I ask, looking back over to the thing sitting on the table.


“Oh that? Just a vain hope that it’ll keep you from wanting to bring any boys back here… Or I guess girls as well.”


“Uhh, okay?” so what, do I just… drink the cum or… what? “How… do I… you know.”


As I speak I generally gesture to the jars on the table. Dad seems to get it as he motions to wait as he gets up and grabs a few measuring cups. 


“Alright, the way Annette said we’d have to portion it out is about one ounce of this regeneration potion will fix up eight ounces of Vitae,” as he says that he reaches across the table and grabs a cum jar. As he opens it, I blink as my sinuses are filled with a pleasant scent. Dad makes a face but I breathe it in, the aroma wafting out as I feel something stirring below. The scent isn’t that powerful, and there is almost a kind of unpleasant tang that clings to the scent. Dad meanwhile pours it out into the measuring cup until he’s filled it. Reaching across the table to the faux cock, he grabs a large syringe that’s connected to the thing, before pouring it in. Then he grabs the pink potion and pours out an ounce. Strawberries and that indescribable scent fills the room now, though as Dad pours it into the syringe, as it mixes, the unpleasant tang in the air disappears, leaving only the erotic aroma wafting out of the syringe until Dad puts the plunger back in place.


As he’d been pouring, I’d pulled my legs together as my lower lips had grown damp. The dildo was only growing more enticing now that I actually knew how to use it, and with that scent in the air without the acrid tang… I want to grab it, but at the same time, a part of me doesn’t want to… doesn’t want to admit it, or just grab it without exploring other options… just for Dad’s sake since… I really want to use it.


“Umm… Why can’t I just, uh, drink it?” I ask though Dad doesn’t seem to wonder about the question.


“Apparently it’s because taking in essence like that, with no kind of sexual activity is akin to injecting all of your nutrients through an IV rather than eating. Possible, but not something anyone really wants to do. That and I know that cum is basically just an aphrodisiac for succubi,” I nod at his explanation, slowly taking the dildo now and bringing it towards me. I know now to use it now, but I’m sure we both know what I’ll be doing with it later, especially as Dad very deliberately decides to eat his breakfast rather than watch me take the dildo he’d gotten me and place it beside me on the floor. Once my new toy is out of sight, I follow his example and begin to eat my eggs and bacon until after a moment Dad speaks up again:


“Also... I…” he starts but stumbles on his words, thought a moment before continuing, his tone blunt. “How well do you trust Lisa?”


I stop eating and my frown deepens as I look up at him. “Why?”


“Because to be frank, I’m not sure how trust worthy she is and from what I saw last night… and what I’ve seen on your computer, I’m worried for you.”


“You’ve been snooping on my computer,” I say, my frown threatening to turn to a scowl as Dad nods. “Why would you do that?”


“Because despite the fact that you’re nearly a grown woman, you’re still my baby girl, and I want to protect you. Succubi are… stereotypically submissive in nature, and… while modern succubi are less so than in the past, that doesn’t change the fact that people will want to take advantage of that. I… I don’t know Lisa that well, and you seem to have been hanging out with her more than Emma lately and… and I just want to make sure that she isn’t… taking advantage of you… pushing you to do things you wouldn’t normally do… you… haven’t, you haven’t been bound to her… have you?”


“No! No, I didn’t even know about binding until yesterday, and I still don’t know all that much about it. Mom’s letter just…”


“Letter?”


“Yeah… Mom made a letter and had it in a box of her old stuff… you didn’t know about it?”


“No, she never mentioned anything like that to me… we were always going to do it together. To break the news to you… I… maybe it was just me being foolish. You’re Mom is… was an experienced adventurer, so death or other things were around the corner all the time… but… I don’t know. I don’t know…” he says, trailing off. We’re silent for a bit, before Dad sighs. 


“I… just be careful around her… please? I… I know she’s you’re friend but… sometimes the kindest faces hide the cruellest smirks,” he says. I want to refute him, to say he’s wrong, but I don’t. Instead I mumble an “okay Dad” before grabbing the dildo, the books and the jars then heading back upstairs. A part of me wants to roll my eyes at him. Lisa wouldn’t betray me.


But then… I’d thought the same of Emma as well…


Sighing, I move to my computer and turning it on, before my thoughts turn to the dildo in my hand, gazing at it, feeling it with my fingers. On a whim I pull it up, smelling it, and it smells of good latex. The surface of the thing is pliable, but not quite squishy, just soft enough to be pliable. Licking at it, I take the head of the thing in my mouth, my tongue sliding across the peak, and sliding around the thing’s head, under the rim. Instinctively I lick at the slip and feel it. The tip of my now rather long tongue slides into the slit, and I feel a bit of the hard inner hose that connects to the syringe of cum. Experimentally I press down on it. 


As I taste it, as the cum slides into my mouth, my nostrils flare, my eyes widen as I taste the greatest thing I’d yet tasted in my life. At the same time it feels like something, something deep, was being sated if only slightly. I shudder a bit, my loins heating up, flushing with blood as I feel in my core a whirling desire. Exactly like when Lisa would tease me, would touch me. I swallow a bit and shudder as I rub my legs together unconsciously. I draw a finger downwards, sliding it along my slit and lightly, gently, caress my clit. I’m about to start to suck more on my toy, to press on the syringe and fill my mouth with more of that divine taste and fill that void I’d only just found out about when I hear the ping of a message coming from my computer.


Ly1ngF0x: Hey the plans just changed. You wanna come over tonight for a boss sleep over? 


“Boss sleep over” in this context meant a heist, since early on we’d gotten a little code set up for if anyone was watching our messages. It’d eventually turned into an actual code, almost like thieves cant, but just for us.


B00kow1: Sure that sounds fun. Also I got a surprise for you, and it’s not just your shirt.


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Remaining in my far better endowed form, I slipped into the new casual clothes we’d gotten yesterday. Though I do bring my gifts from Mom along, letting them transform under my clothes so I can feel their weight as I walk, and so I can give Lisa her surprise. Lisa liked them and it wasn’t like other than the collar I looked too much different than were I not to wear them, even then most succubi have a choker on them anyways so really, I just look like a girl who’s been too influenced by succubus fashion sense anyways. 


Walking down the alleyway to the warehouse’s side entrance as I get near the door, I hear the clash of metal on metal inside. Unlocking the door I’m met by the sight of a huge orc in biker leathers with his black hair in dreads swinging a sword at a renaissance styled swordsman complete with the poofy sleeves and pants that go with his large, funny hat that frames his androgynous and pretty face. The swordsman parries the Orc’s blade with his shield before attempting to go on the offensive against the huge green beast. The Orc merely laughs as he side steps the sword before charging, going in low. 


Behind the clash I can see a wolf eared girl lazily watching the spar with three dogs in a cuddle pile around her. When I’d entered the trio of canines ahd looked to me, one already getting up and making her way around the fight. The girl meanwhile looked at me, sniffed the air, and tilted her head. She had a squarish, blunt face that was somewhat softened by the wolfish ears poking out the side of her head. The ears despite the face made her kind of cute, especially when cuddling up against her dogs. 


“Hey girl,” I say as Angelica reaches me while I try to get my horny thoughts out of my head. I kneel down, the dog coming right up to me and I can’t help but giggle as the dog comes and licks at my face. With my hands I rub and scratch at her, getting itches she can’t get at as she continues to lick at me and mess up my face with doggy kisses. As I get up when Rachel approaches, I mock spit as I wipe Angelica’s kisses away, and remembering how she’s not a fan of smiles, I school my face. 


“You look different, and smell a bit different too…” she says, preferring to get to the point of any matter rather than mess about with social niceties. 


“Yeah… found out I was a succubus yesterday, did Lisa not tell you?” I ask to which she shook her head. 


“I was out helping my dogs,” she said as I remember the shelter she’d brought me to one day so that I could help with her dogs. Me being the groupie of the Undersiders at the time, I was basically the minion that got to help with the general labour around the group, up until I got involved in one heist and joined for real. Of course, that time with Rachel also gave me a bit of special knowledge.


Slowly, I approached Rachel, getting closer though she didn’t react much. Merely tilting her head a bit, giving me better access as I reached up, and began to scratch her head, letting my fingers spread out, and pull in on her scalp. Behind her, I could see Rachel’s tail beginning to wag, and she pushed her head a bit against my hand as I pet the girl. In her wolf from Rachel loved a good scratch and petting, and even outside of it she rather enjoyed being pet or even getting a belly rub. 


Yet I don’t dare do it now, or I might give her the wrong idea. Rachel liked it when I was around to help watch her dogs, partially because she trusted me enough to slip into her wolf form and let me take responsibility for things as she had a bit of fun with her doggy pals. Wash the dogs that got dirty, make sure everyone got fed and play fetch with them all. On another day, I might be willing to let her have a bit of fun or play catch with them but the weight of my bag filled with both my gear, my Father’s gift, and the weight of my mother’s enchanted gifts are enough to stay my hand. 


“You’re in heat,” Rachel says plainly, and I can’t help but blush a bit. “That’s what’s different. You’re horny.”


I don’t try to hide it either; Rachel hated lying and instead I merely nod. Rachel’s nose was rather adept even in her demi-human form. The gifts of the fae being she’d encountered in the woods having left her “pet” a fair amount of gifts before being left to go on her merry way. Her druidic abilities, the alterations of her once human form, all of it was signified by a band of silver etched with fae runes and a tag on its front. According to Lisa it was merely the Fae’s pet name for Rachel. 


At the same time as Rachel’s embarrassing declaration, I hear the sound of a blade clattering to the floor and look to see the orc had handily disarmed the renaissance swordsman. The orc was breathing a bit harder than normal but not as much as the boy. 


“Nearly got you that time Brian,” Alec says as he pulls his hat off, freeing his long black hair and with it wiped the sweat off his brow. He was a rather attractive boy, someone that no doubt could draw anyone in for a romp with him if he so wished, though the same could be said for Brian as well, perhaps even more so. While not as popular as the hyper masculine elven hunks that so many women and gay men fawned over, Orcs have solidly slipped into the sexual consciousness of women, especially those in the safer parts of the world. There in the more stable parts of Europe the genre of “Orc Taken” was born where women fantasised about being kidnapped and made into harem slave girls of the orc tribes, something more common in eastern Europe. Something that is still practiced to this day among the various Orcs that head out of the civilised cities to join war bands on the outskirts of society or strong holds in some of the territories of the Para-Orc warlords. 


Even in the civilised world orcs still practiced a watered down version of this. Some women in the modern day could be seen sporting iron collars, or even golden ones, a clear sign of their position in an orcish harem with emblems embedded which proudly proclaimed who their “master” was. Here in New England, it was effectively just the equivalent of a human wedding ring or an elven devotion symbol. However, in some states it was a declaration of ownership.


“Maybe I ought to stop holding back on you then,” Brian shot back though Alec’s response faltered as he looked over and saw me. He doesn’t hide it as he checks me out, his eyes trailing my form and smirks.


“Looking good dork,” Alec shouts out as he waves to which I wave back. Brian meanwhile looks over and his eyes widen as he sees me. While my hoodie covers some of my new figure, it doesn’t hide it well, and while he doesn’t try it openly, I can still see Brian’s eyes rapidly flick down, his eyes dipping to my breasts before jumping back up. My smile grows, a lightness and confidence sliding into my being. I almost want to cock my hips, their attention feels good. 


I probably shouldn’t let this get to my head. 


“Taylor?” Brain asks to which I nod. Pre-empting his question I reply: 


“I uh… it turns out that there were a few things Mom and Dad weren’t telling me,” I say which causes Alec to snort.


“Pfft, I’ll say. You went from looking like one of those quiet kids that turns warlock and tries to join a doomsday cult to being the doomsday cult recruiter, or incentive,” he says while Brian pushes him over, nearly knocking him on his ass.


“Are you alright? Having something like this happen to you, I can’t imagine it’s easy,” Brain says, ever the sweet heart acting like an admittedly hot big brother.


“It’s… not the worst, I guess? I mean I’m not exactly happy, but at least I look far better than before, and I mean we’re in New England so it kind of gives me a bit more protection than most places outside of Western Europe… but… well…” Enslavement is still kind of a thing for succubi, even here in New Hampshire. While civilised succubi are by and large free here the threat of demonic invasions, doomsday cults, and the actions of feral succubi have kept the desire for succubi liberation down… not to mention that a majority of succubi don’t… actually care that much, or so it says in social studies. 


“Hey, if you need some time away from your Dad, we’d all love to have you,” Brian says as Rachel nods. I look over to Alec, waiting for a smarmy remark, but nothing slips out so I guess it’s pretty unanimous. 


“Thanks, I… I don’t know if I need time away or what, but thank you anyways. Lisa upstairs?” I ask to which Brian nods.


“Yeah, she’s been pouring over the heist stuff since the boss called, barely even stopped by the kitchen to get coffee before she went back to her room. You mind bringing her breakfast, it’s on the counter. Oh, and making sure she doesn’t over use her warlock powers before we head out? We kind of need our wizard,” he says as I nod before I start heading up. Alec follows me while the other two stay down stairs, Brian heading for the small forge and gun range they have set up there while Rachel’s likely about to head out to do her regular rounds of helping her dogs. Alec meanwhile sheds his breastplate before toppling down on the couch and reaching for the TV remote.


I find Lisa’s food on the counter like Brain said, the dish consisting of tater tots and sausage that are both cold. Reaching for my bag, I grab Mom’s flute, and with a short jaunty tune, the food warms up, steaming a bit as I grab the plate and head for Lisa’s door. 


Before I knock I put down her plate, and then slip off my pants. I smile a bit, a warm blush spreading across my cheeks as I so. Then I slip the jeans into my bag before drawing Mom’s flute again. With a slightly different tune, I disguise myself, my hoodie lengthening and shifting, turning into a dress, a corset compressing my torso until my new breasts were pushed out by the outfit which approximated a “French maid” outfit… with a few choice alterations of course. Meanwhile I imagine the chocker turning a bit frillier while my shackles shift until they’re arm length gloves and stockings. Shifting around a bit I feel my bare thighs sliding up against one another. Now ready, I give the door a dainty little rap. Beyond I heard shuffling and the creek of a chair.


When she finally opens it, I’m greeted by the sight of Lisa sleepily rubbing her eyes while in a fuzzy set of pink pyjamas with rabbits on them. Though as she finally sees me, her eyes turn from half lidded with tiredness to practically bulging out of her skull at the sight.


“Uhh,” is her intelligible response and I nearly can’t help myself, my giggles nearly surfacing, but then she begins smiling and takes a step back to let me in. Despite how this is my idea, how I was the one who thought this up, I’m frozen, I can’t move. I… I don’t know where to go from here. I… “Ah my favourite maid’s come to serve me breakfast. Come, let’s continue this inside.”


Lisa reaches out and takes my free hand. With a nervous, excited, anticipatory smile, I follow her into the nearly pitch black room, only just barely remembering to close the door as we enter. As she walks, Lisa sashays her hips to and fro, waving them a little too much, putting too much effort into each swing. It… almost looks silly, and my smile evens out. Despite her playing, despite all of our touching, our cuddling, we’re just armatures who barely know what we’re, doing assisted by Lisa’s power helping her from pushing too far. Despite that fact, it eases me just a bit as I follow her, barely able to keep in character as I follow my “mistress”.


Lisa leads us to her bed, the whole thing’s dishevelled but that doesn’t stop her as she slides onto it pushing her purple blankets out of the way. It was then that I realise that I have some rather effective low light vision as despite the darkness, I can still make Lisa out as if the room wasn’t just lit by the light from the hall. Lisa as a half elf has something similar as well, though with less colour if I remember my biology lessons. Never the less, she can still see me as I move by her bed and bend over to present her breakfast. 


“Your meal, mistress,” I say trying to sound as professional as a maid might and as if I were giving her some kind of super special rich people’s meal rather than store bought tots and local bacon. 


“Ah lovely, though I can’t eat this by my self, you know how I love it when you feed me. Now come by my side so I may appreciate your services more,” she says while a blush slipped onto her cheeks, betraying that vulpine smirk she had on as her lewd intensions are laid bare to me. I could feel my own cheeks heating up and my own grin go a bit goofy once more. 


“O-of course mistress,” I say before moving to the bare side of the mattress. Sliding atop I glide up to Lisa, and gasp through my nose as I feel her fingers slid over me before gripping my rear. Even if it’s just a touch, I feel a bit of heat slip into my loins, and I know soon enough my lower lips will be slick with dew. Lisa pulls me close, licks her lips and leans over.


“You good?” she asks, breaking the impromptu role-play to double check. I giggle a bit, not at all bothered by her touching. She’d been far more devious yesterday. Maybe this was a bad idea, or even moving too fast. But…


I take Lisa’s plate away from her lap, lifting it up as instead I slide over atop her hips, my bare crotch pressing into Lisa’s hips as I put my “mistress’” food off to the side… and don’t really know what to do next. I try to imagine what kind of sexy thing I could try that wasn’t going to far… but I hadn’t exactly thought that far. Just get on top of her and… then nothing, other than maybe feeding her some of the tots Brian made, while stealing some for myself of course. Lisa however seemed to have a good idea on what to do. 


“Mmmh, perfect,” she said, her hands reaching forth towards me, and I lean in closer, practically hovering over her chest as I bite my lip while her fingers slip underneath the illusion of a corset, under my hoodie and then finally under my bra. As those fingers slid against my breasts, I gasp, the biting of my lip unable to hold back as a cascade of sensation rolled through my chest, the electric pulses from her touch driving my voice out into the open. It’s the most intense thing I’ve felt, ever. Heat momentarily remained in whatever spot Lisa touched as she circled my nipples while I shudder under her ministrations. I’m barely able to keep the plate from falling as she touches me, and she hasn’t even gotten close to my nipple. The sensation… so much more intense than some of our heavy petting sessions before the glamour had fallen, or even when she’d touched me through my bra. Sparks flew in my mind with each circling as she got closer and closer to my nipples, closing in on them in unison. It was all so much. It was like under the glamour, my sensitivity had been dulled, a stopper put on the higher echelons of what I could feel, and now that No doubt Lisa could tell how she was affecting me, my blush likely as radiant as dragon fire while I could feel my nipples were already hard nubs even with such minimal stimulation. 


“Feed me my succubus maid while I enjoy you,” Lisa ordered as she continued to gently stroke my breasts, squeezing and kneading them. It’s hard not to moan as she does so. I nearly want to grind my hips, to press my crotch further into her. I catch my mouth having opened slightly, breathing heavier as Lisa continues to her teasing, to touch me. I can feel the blood flowing to my loins, and to my breasts, pressure mounting there, an extra bit of sensation to feel and enjoy as Lisa continues to caress me. 


Shuddering, I reach out, and pluck a tater from the plate before bring it over. Lisa merely opens her mouth and I stick it in. She smirks as she eats the hot delicious tot, making a moaning sound before licking her lips. 


“Delicious, if only there was some milk to go with it hmm?” Lisa said, her fingers moving in such a way as if to milk me, her fingers closing around my teats, making me moan a bit as she pulls and pinches ever so gently. I let out a shuddering gasp as she does so. Lisa seems to take notice.


“Do you like that?” she asks and I nod the feeling electric. I can’t stop my hips now as I continue to rub my mound against her hips, using my hands to grind and rub my slit up against her, humping as she continued to touch me, to try to milk my buxom bosom like I was some kind of milk maid. I could feel myself getting closer even from just her touch me there, squeezing and pinching, the sensations of her touch combined with my own humping was getting to me, my breath getting heavy, and try as I might by biting my lip, all it does is make my breathing all the louder, the restrictive airways of my nostrils doing nothing to hide my heady breath. 


“Come, let me taste those lips,” Lisa orders and I gladly lean in, my thick, succubae lips mashing into hers, not too fast as to keep from clipping our teeth. Electricity sparks between us as we both moan, my hands shooting forth to touch her, to do my own little bit of kneading as our tongue slide out, intertwining with each other, the two things locked in a battle of domination as my hips continued to grind, as she kept on the touching of my sensitive beyond belief breasts. It was enough to distract me, to let her win our little oral bout as my hands fumbled at trying to slip past her shirt. She started to rise from the bed, my lust filled state keeping me from recognising what was going on before it was too late. As Lisa rose, she pushed me until I fell on my back, this time Lisa straddling me, her hips pressing hard into my crotch, the extra pressure, the sensation as her groping turn savage, liberally squeezing and kneading, while her tongue dominated my mouth and the sensations across my lips. I squeal under her, squirming in delight as I gladly endure what many succubae maids must feel when being taken by their master, their bodies a play ground to be used and abused to each other’s mutual delight.


Then Lisa pulled away and I whined at the loss of her lips, the loss of her hands on my breasts. I want more and give her a scathing pout. She giggles before leaning down, but rather than continue smooch like I wished, she gives me a chaste kiss, one I return in kind, before sliding back and grabbing the plate of tatter tots. 


For long moments I just lay there, breathing hard, my body shuddering in remembrance of her touches what she’d done to me. My hands came to my breasts, grabbing them, squeezing them.


They couldn’t compare. 


Granted they felt good, great even that it rivalled when Lisa would get naughty with me, continuing to touch my underdeveloped breasts back when we’d first started getting… naughty. But despite their sensitivity back then, now as a succubus it just wasn’t the same. The increase in intensity by a fold of… lets say three, had pushed what used to be a delightful sensation, to merely a good enough one. In frustration, I whine again as I let my hands slip to the side and just lie there, dishevelled, needy, and desperately desiring more. 


“M-my backpack,” I finally say after a moment, remembering the toy I’d brought. The syringe was still filled with the mixture that I need. Lisa raises a brow before slipping off the bed and grabbing it. As Lisa opens it on the way back, she pauses, making a humming sound before she comes back. As she came back into view, she had the dildo in her hand and she came up close to me leaning down before we kiss again, our lips and tongue meeting once more, no battle this time, only soft caresses before she pulls back. 


“You’ve been such a good maid, I think you deserve a reward,” she declares before climbing back onto the bed and sliding between my legs. Looking at her there, between my legs and staring down at me so commandingly. I couldn’t help the shudder through my core as it could feel my anticipation, my arousal rising as even in her pyjamas, Lisa had a look on her face that made her look superior, and she was looking down at me, some lowly being she was about to reward. She wasn’t even going to personally fuck or touch me, she was going to merely fuck me with the dildo and I couldn’t find it hotter. I try to think what would be best for this roleplay, and reach down to grab my knees, pulling them up and exposing my pussy to her, ready to be bred. 


“P-please mistress, fuck my pussy,” I say, trying not to sound too cringy as I do so, and don’t seem to succeed as I can see Lisa suppressing a giggle before in a smooth motion sliding forth. 


“Of course my good girl,” she said as I felt the dildo slid up against my slit while her body slid against mine. I let out a slight moan as she latches onto a nipple, delight spreading from my chest to my core, while the tip of the toy teases my lower lips and stirring me up. I bite my lower lip again, trying to keep my moaning down as Lisa’s tongue slid around my nipple, the sensitive nub of nerves as sensitive as before, and I can barely help as I whine and have to grip the comforter.


Then I feel the dildo slid in and I give up all hope of staying silent as I spasm, as my head falls back and I moan aloud. My hips follow the dildo, running away, trying to compress my spine as the intense sensation grows beyond anything I can hold back. My peal is desperate and distressed, I hear a bark from below but ignore it as my body is left shaking and I tense all over. Sensation fills me and my focus flees. 


For a few seconds we’re like that, unmoving, only the occasional lick from Lisa spurning me on before slowly I get used to the sensation. Lisa’s looking at me with concern written all over her face. Gone is the domineering mistress giving her good maid a reward. 


“W-why’d you stop, mistress,” I ask, trying to push things back wanting, needing more. Lisa grins before replying.


“We forgot to set a safe word, how about cumquat?” she asks and I nod. Cumquat… if… if things are too much, cumquat. Once I nod, Lisa’s grin turns to a sneer.


“Such an intense, lovely reaction from my cute maid. I dare say you’ve never gotten a reward before hmm? Is that right?” she asks, her accent once more slipping into that domineering tone as I nod and make an agreeing sound, meek as a kitten, that however doesn’t seem to satisfy her. 


“Speak properly when in my presence girl,” she said, and I can’t help the intense blush on my face as I close my eyes.


“Yes mistress,” I say, my breathing hard, my lust rising as Lisa made me speak. That seemed to please her as she leaned down and gave me another kiss. 


“Good girl,” she declared before I feel the dildo in me begin to move again. Each small shift, each brush of faux cock against my inner folds driving sparks of electric delight through me as I squeak and moan with each slight movement Lisa makes. I pull my limbs in, unable to help myself, my tail sliding up around Lisa’s legs, my arms coming up with my fists clenched. My eyes scrunch and Lisa once more takes command, playing with my long tongue as I follow her tune. My legs slide around Lisa’s body, entwining us as I moan into her lips. I can feel Lisa rubbing herself as well, rubbing her lower body along my tail and I try to help by pushing my tail into her harder. 


At the same time, I feel Lisa’s free hand grab one of my wrists and pull them over my head. Shivering with a touch of excitement I draw my other hand up, and she takes hold of both wrists. Now I’m helpless to stop her as she kisses me, as she’s able to plunder my pussy with her cock. I moan and squeal as she begins to speed up, actually beginning to thrust with the thing now rather than just shift it around. On the plush bed we squirm around as I do my best to help Lisa give me my “reward.” I do my best to rock and thrust my hips down, to press myself further onto that dildo, driving my cunt into Lisa’s hand and impaling myself on that sweet, delicious rod. 


Pleasure rocks me hard and fast as Lisa continues to speed up her ministrations. She tries to pull away again but with my legs I pull her close, accidentally driving the dildo in deep. Not again. I want her so badly~! In an instant I war for her mouth, my long tongue taking command and driving an assault as I squeal in delight. I wrap my tongue and now dominate her mouth instead, not wanting her to go. Lisa accepts, and starts to hump and slide against my tail, the dildo now seemingly tied to her hips, her humping crotch mirroring the dildo’s thrust as we continue to fuck, two lovers entangled and needing each other as she begins to fall into pleasure as well. Her thrusts come faster, the rubbing by my tail on her front grows more intense and I smell a delightful scent filling the air as I feel Lisa growing wet through her pyjamas. 


Entwined in passion we make love as our pleasure continues to rise. Lisa’s cock filling me up, spurring those delightful sensations into my core and like lightning it’s beginning to spread across my body as the whole thing only adds to the heat of the moment. The rub of soft cloth on my skin, our nipples rubbing with only a few soft fuzzy barriers between us, our lips driving a fiery passion through us as we kiss. I start to feel something building once more, and at the same time, I felt like I’m tugging on something. I squeal some more as the thrust of cock and the sensations around me pushes more blissful delight into my mind, into my head as a sensual ecstasy courses through my very being. I can feel myself getting close, oh so close as Lisa’s own thrusts speed up, her hips driving her hand and dildo into me faster and faster, the dick sliding in and penetrating deep into me until my eyes roll back in my skull. My climax is coming and I can feel the tension rising in my core to the breaking point, each thrust twisting it and adding more to it before… I can feel…


Then like the twang of a bow, I can feel myself cumming as I squeal into Lisa’s lips again, my pussy clenching, squeezing down on the dildo as I lose control of my body, my legs pulling Lisa inward, my tail going wild and frantic. My hips jerk and I struggle against Lisa’s hand. She lets go and I pull my arms in, hugging her close as I shake and shiver, my body trying it’s best to drive the dildo in further, milking it of whatever it has. As the same time, I can feel that invisible pulling I’d felt before, feeling a need for something as I find my fingers sliding downwards, instinctively going down and finding Lisa’s thighs. 


Then, delight. A detonation of sensation fills me as I feel something cold and wondrous spewing into me, filling my core and seemingly answering that invisible pull. My mind enters nirvana as I’m fucked, as I feel the cock in me cumming, and I clench and squeeze, trying to milk Lisa’s dick, for everything it has as it fills me with a constant stream of that blissful sensation that coats my inner walls. 


Then another sensation as I feel Lisa’s own body shudder, and her own squeal of delight mixes with mine, and suddenly another stream is drawn into my invisible pull, my invisible need. My eyes shoot open as pleasure indescribable slides in, lighting every nerve I have in a wondrous flame as I take in that second stream, as I draw on that delight. I need more of it, and I think I know where it’s coming from. 


With my fingers I bring them around Lisa’s rear, and do my best to slip into her pyjamas. I slide my fingers down until they reach her cunt, and then I press in. As I do, Lisa draws away and lets out a wanton moan of delight that mixes with my shuddering gasps of bliss. My fingers drive themselves in her, and the stream seems to increase in intensity, my own ecstasy increasing as I do so, making Lisa cum more and more before eventually she falls limp on me, my fingers slipping from her snatch and the two of us lay there. For a second or two we squirm a bit until we’re comfortable, and I bring my arms around her again as we just enjoy each other’s company. 


“That… was amazing,” Lisa says, and I can’t help but agree. Even as we lay there, my body still shivers, shuddering from it all, the dildo still in me, each twitch a detonation of sensation, enough that I want to do more, play more. Yet at the same time, I dare not break our cuddle, feeling the soft puffs of breath against each other, our bodies entwined. 


Then Lisa’s stomach growls and Lisa groans along with it. Slowly, almost unwillingly she extracts herself, and I let her, taking the moment to pull Dad’s gift from me as Lisa grabs the plate of tots. Some had fallen, and the sausages had dirtied her sheets. With a sigh Lisa snaps her fingers and the stains disappear while the food moves back to the plate. 


“Such a useful spell,” Lisa says as she grabs the plate, munching on her tots. Mischievously I steal a few for myself, happily popping them in my mouth with a smile that Lisa mirrors. 


“So I guess you and your Dad had a talk?”


“Yeah… or at least we tried. Dad’s… all uncomfortable, and… well you know how hard he’s taken…. Mom’s death,” I say, my mood instantly turning dour, only for Lisa to come closer and hug me. I give a half hearted chuckle before leaning into that hug, enjoying her warmth and comfort. 


“Yeah… I get it too.”


“You lost someone close too?” I ask before I purse my lips. “Sorry I don’t mean to pry.”


“No it’s… it’s fine… it’s… it was my brother… I… I don’t want to talk about it, you know?” she says and I want to bang my head against the wall for being so stupid. Instead of that though, I just make a sympathetic sounding noise before grabbing the last bit of the blanket that’s still on the mattress and pull it back onto the bed. With it I wrap us up in it, squeezing my bosom against Lisa as I hold her close and this time let her lean into me.


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Gazing over the fence I look at the Victorian styled manor in the middle of the rather large yard. A three story building with a tower built near the center of it with a large gargoyle sitting atop it in silent vigil while a deck extends around the second floor. It looks luxurious and exactly what a highly successful elf adventurer with an eye for aesthetically pleasing architecture would want built. 


Some adventurers build keeps, some build odd almost alien structures, some even build their homes as utilitarian bunkers, but most often when an adventurer actually had a say in what they built, they’d build something odd. But then one has to be odd to want to go out to the dark forests beyond the safety of the city’s walls in search of monsters to fight or to try to find what was left of the ancient Indian cities, hoping to find any last smidgen of loot others had yet to find. 


The plan for taking on this house is simple. From what Lisa could discover through her searching and scrying, the place is guarded by only a duo of orc guards who more often than not were likely trying to watch TV and the cameras in the security room at the same time. This place was in the high class neighbourhood of Brockton after all and as such police response time was ridiculously good. Meanwhile the only other member of the house was an elf maid that stayed around and managed the house in “Sir Antonio’s” absence. That was of course when she, in Lisa’s own words, “isn’t enticing one or the other to fuck her silly all over the house.”


When the paladin’s away, the demons will play.


While normally we’d have to see about getting some kind of invisibility scrolls or something this time we’re lucky. There’s spot where the cameras can’t see due to the gardener planting some trees that obscured one of the cameras. The rest of the team sat on the other dogs while I get the privileged position of sitting on Rachel, her Zion granted power letting her bolster herself and her dogs to the point that I wouldn’t be surprised if they each individual could rival a dire bear in their size, and with their armour they’re practically bullet proof. 


In a single jump, we leap over the fence with ease, the power of Rachel and her dog’s legs lending us a mobility few could match. Bounding across the soil, we pass behind the cover and then with practiced ease I slip from Rachel and land near silently on the porch while Lisa does the same. In costume, she looks rather splendid, her skin tight outfit easy on the eyes as she struts around confident in her invisible mage armour to see her through combat. Her mask though… it looks rather akin to some of the “dronified” succubi I’d found among my magicnet searches, the utility of the thing however was effective since unlike an illusion it couldn’t be dispelled. Thus it easily masked Lisa’s identity, and the fact that she was a half elf. 


I didn’t quite have something like that; my mask is a cheap blank and feminine mask. Something I’d gotten on short notice initially when I went on that first job with the Undersiders, my costume consisting of little more than what fantasy costume bits I could scrounge up from the basement, getting a vaguely peasant like garb and cloak to go underneath the bullet resistant vest Lisa had gotten me. Since I don’t exactly have a replacement outfit to go with, I’ve resorted to reducing my proportions down with the collar at least for the moment. 


That first “job”… it’d been for my Mom’s flute, the one I was using now. It’d been enchanted to add a little extra “umph” to a spell, not to mention it was beautifully crafted. A store owner of some petty wealth had bought it from the PRT auction and tried to sell it off on a magical item exchange. That’d been when I graduated from Lisa’s groupie girlfriend to a member of the team, and also earning the code name of “Lullaby Bard” by the authorities since sleep was something of a signature spell of mine. 


Alec himself looked like he had when he’d been fighting Brian, only now with a ballroom mask that covered the top of his face while Brian had a bullet resistant vest underneath his leather jacket and a biker helm that Lisa had enchanted to display an illusion of a skeleton head instead, turning Brian’s appearance from that of an orc to some skeletal warrior. 


Rachel herself never bothered hiding other than wearing a wooden dog mask to obscure her face, instead like Lisa relying on her wild shape and magical powers to protect her from danger. 


On the porch, I keep watch while Lisa pulls her lock picks from her bag before pausing, and sniggering a little before with a whisper and a wave of her hands she checked it for magi. Once done, she simply twists the knob and opens the door. 


“Idiots didn’t lock it~” she whispers in a sing song tone before she looking to me. 


“You know where the security room is?” she asks as I remember the lay out of the house she’d shown me and nod. There was no way of getting to the security room without being spotted but hopefully I can get there before the guard realises what’s going on. Raising my flute to my lips, I play a short few notes before rushing in.


With my spell my speed’s enhanced, I dash across the darkened hall, my new dark vision letting me see where I’m going with ease and as I reach a set of stairs heading up and instead I speed off through a room. While running through I palm a small silken pouch of rose petals and just as I get to a door I hear a grunt of surprise. Focusing on that, I play a short and slow tune before hearing a thump on the other side of the door. Smiling I wait to see if there are any more thumps, or even sounds… and hear the rhythmic sound of muffled thumps and squeaks of pleasure somewhere up on the second floor. Nearly silently I walk back to the stairs and wave Lisa and the others on in. 


As quiet as we can we move to the security room door where Lisa unlocks the door and we find our security guard snoozing in his chair.


“No alarm, didn’t even have time to react. Perfect as always,” Lisa complements as she looks at the cameras before turning away. 


“Right, they’re having some fun in the bedroom and the safe is in the study upstairs. They’re probably going to be too busy fucking to even notice us so you boys head back to the dogs while Bard puts those two to sleep,” Lisa says as I do a cocky little salute before stepping out and speed my way up the stairs before heading to the room with the two love birds. As silently as I can while moving far far too fast, I swing the door open and play that same slow tune on my flute. The pair barely even have time to react with more than sudden wide eyes before they droop. They’d been going at it doggy style, the elf girl driven into the sheets, her arms back while the Orc drove himself into her. The two collapsed on top of each other, and despite myself, the smell, the sight. I can already feel a low rumble in my core as I drink in the two. The orc’s broad and masculine form with strong limbs that looked carved from marble, the elf’s delightfully feminine beauty with near perfectly smooth skin and an ass like an apricot.


Smiling at the sight, I turn away from them and start to rifle through the drawers of the bed room as fast as I can. Drawers fly open until I finally find what I’m looking for, a jewellery drawer. I scan over the various bits of jewellery, not really paying attention to them but rather looking for Mom’s special bag, and there are a few in here seeming to hold various things. Knowing I’m on the clock since my sleep spell only lasts so long I start rifling through the bags, opening them to see if I can’t find the magic one. Though as I look, as the seconds tick by, I bite my lip and not in the fun way. I don’t have time for this. Time and time again I open small bag after small bag, checking to see if it was magical or not, or failing that had a world written into the lining but I can’t find it. Grumbling, I try to think, but time’s already starting to run out and my fumbling is getting me nowhere. Resigned, I instead grab my backpack and start shoving the contents of the drawer in until I reach for the last bag left. As I pick it up, I notice that near the top of the bag is something stitched into it. My eyes widen, this is it, the literal last one I’d checked. I pull the bag so I can read the stitching properly.


“Danilly,” I whisper, hoping to use the bag of holding to hold all this stuff, but before my eyes the bag suddenly expands, and turns inside out in my hands. I try to take a step back, but it’s useless. The bag envelopes my hands, expanding ever wider as I cry out in surprise. In a second the bag has me, covering me and closing around me. I feel it tighten before parts of it seem to pull away. In a moment I feel my head pop through some kind of hole, thought the bag still wraps around my arms and legs.


“Bard you al-” Lisa asks, coming through the door but freezes upon seeing me. 


“Uh,” is all I can say, unable to think of anything as I look down at myself, and realise that the bag had turned into a bondage hardness, the thing sliding over my clothes and digging between my legs, only adding to the pool of arousal rising in me. Other than that though, I look ridiculous with the leather belts and straps wrapping me up.


“Danilly?” I ask the bag, hoping beyond hope that it frees me, and to my surprise it does, rapidly sliding back around me, freeing me from its bindings and returning to being a bag. Opening it, I peer inside, and yup… it’s a bag of holding.


“Pfft, is that?” Lisa asks and I nod, remembering coming across it before… though I don’t remember that being a function before. Though it could be useful… or fun.


“Nice. Anyways, I got what we came for, lets go,” she says and I can’t agree more. We dash from the room and bound down the stairs two at a time, our short window nearly up. We bolt from the house to mount up on Rachel and her dogs when I notice something bright and white touch down by us and as I look, I see a white clad elf girl standing there, her blond hair flying in an invisible wind as two more elf mages descend like her in front of us. 


“Stop right there criminal scum!” I hear the cry of Victoria Dallon as she and her crime fighting cousins touch down in front of us, ready for a fight. “You’re under arrest, come quietly and the law may be lenient on you.”


It was New Wave, a family of elves who thought help New Hampshire by organising the various heroically inclined Zionic warlocks into the local equivalent of the PRT. Their movement lost momentum when New Hampshire officially allowed the PRT to set up shop. Despite this however, they still have a decent amount of Zionic warlocks with them, if it’s still not too many.


While the rest of us tense, ready to fight, Lisa merely snorts behind her mask and places a hand on her hip as she tilts her head in an exaggerated fashion. I can almost imagine the vulpine smirk behind her mask now as she calls out to the crime fighters. 


“Oh really Vicky, now how exactly do you plan to stop us?” Lisa asks the three elves as they stand there. I don’t see them trying to cast anything which could prove troublesome either. 


“Like this!” a deep masculine voice calls out from behind and above us. I look back, and my eyes widen as a gargoyle, not one of stone but of flesh and blood stands now atop the central tower of the manor. From his hand he flings something towards us. I kick at Rachel to move while the others do the same to their mounts, but it’s too little to late. Something black hits the ground and suddenly black tentacles begin to spring from the soil around us. Tentacle lash out, writhing and coiling to grab at us. 


As they land, Rachel reels back, trying to jump away, but one tentacle sprouts far too close for us to escape, the tendril wrapping around Rachel as she howls in rage, her claws coming down on it and she bites at the tentacles, easily severing a few but more sprout up to try and grab at her. Stuck in the fray, I try to jump away but a tentacle grabs my ankle and I’m lifted up. In a panic, I twist and turn, trying to free myself, grabbing at the tentacle wrapped around my foot and kicking at it for all the good that did me. 


Looking about me, I can see other than me and Rachel, one more person stuck in the tentacles, a certain human swordsman hanging there, the tentacles wrapped far more tightly than around me, though he’s also barely struggling, not it would have done him much good, captured as he is. Outside of the mass of tentacles I can see Brian’s pulled out his Billy club and is facing towards the gargoyle who’s flying down to face him while Lisa faces off against the youngest of New Wave, wand in hand with the rest of the dogs by her like familiars ready to defend their master. Remembering my own flute, I pull it out again and get ready to play, hoping that the blood rushing to my head doesn’t affect me too much.


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 Entry 8 – Hobgoblin


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Fren walked through the bushes, looking around as she wore her favourite set of straps her sister got her. Her sister got her a nice matching set, and hers helped support her big boobies as well while Fran’s made hers look bigger. Of course, she also had her club as well since Fran told her never to leave the cave without it. So she didn’t.


As she walked, Fren wondered what exactly had held up her sister for so long. She didn’t normally take this long, but then, she wasn’t normally out looking for a man since there were almost no unclaimed ones back in Usseldorf. Sure there were small raids by scary people on horseback with lots of armour, but they usually came and killed one or two people before fleeing before the guards could be called to arms to take them down.


She was probably just getting held up by having fun with their husband though. Fren giggled a bit in a dreamy voice, imagining Fran, their husband holding her face to his crotch as her big sister made lewd sounds. His cock would be going down her throat as Fran played with his balls and the dildo she liked to put in. Idly, Fren reached down, avoiding her breasts but rather pressing against her pussy lips as she imagined the scene, her dreamy smile turning lewd as she pushed through another set of bushes, when she heard the sound of shouting. Tilting her head, Fren slowed her approach to the next set of bushes, and crouched down before peering around them. 


As she looked, Fren’s eyes widened as she saw, she saw… she saw her sister, a… a sword stuck in her back, surrounded by three men, with another man barely out of his boyhood tied to the ground, though he was unconscious from the looks of it.


“Poor bastard, he should have followed the laws and not gone out looking for trouble. Any idea who he is?”


“I think his name is Arin. Goblin got him and must have been fucking him all morning. His sister got turned into a werewolf or something so that’s probably why he’s got that silver sword on him.”


“Probably just end up fucking her if he even got to see her again. So what should we do about him? Guy’s been fucked by a goblin.”


“Make sure he’s alright, it’s just a goblin, not a succu-” Fren burst from the bushes, screaming out bloody murder as she raised her club high. Caught flat footed, the first man was smashed in the face by her club before he could get his sword out. She heard a crunch before she slammed her club into a second man’s chest and he went down. There was the sound of metal on wood as she smashed his chest before the third guard made a slash at her that cut deep into her arm. Fren cried but swung her club towards the third man. He dodged before Fren’s club could connect. Undeterred, Fren charged once more at the man, going for an underhanded swing that the guard side stepped before coming back and kicking her in the chest. 


“Gyaah!” Fren cried out as a greater pain than she’d ever felt blasted through her as her vision blurred and she was thrown flat on her back. Fren dropped her club and grabbed a hold of her bountiful breasts in an effort to protect her soft and extremely sensitive chest. A pitiful moan came out of her. Tears had already been welling her eyes, and they only came faster now as the pain was paralysing. A wracking sob came from Fren as she tried to regain her breath, tried to get up. But she saw two of the men on either side of her. One placed a boot on her stomach and pointed a sword at her. 


“How’s Rodriguez?”


“Just unconscious, bless Ares, hehehe,” the one she’d smashed with her club in the chest said. He said the Goddess of war’s name so mockingly as well.


“So, what do we do with her?”


“She’s a hob, so that likely means there’s a band of the little shits around here. Don’t stick her, the near by town doesn’t have the defences to fight off a goblin raid yet without losing most of their menfolk.”


“But what about that one, the Hob went into a frenzy when she saw the goblin dead like that?”


“That’s why we’ll take her hostage. You still have those slave collars from that one dark elf right?”


“Yup, still got them back at the church.”


“Good, we’ll take her hostage to buy us some time until reinforcements arrive. Keep watching the bushes, I don’t want any more surprises,” as he said that, he looked down at Fren again, kneeling down near her. Whimpering, Fren tried to push away at his face, but the human stayed out of reach, and her chest still hurt, but at least he’d pulled his sword away. Maybe if Fren managed to escape, she could beat him down for hurting her, and maybe then show him the proper way of touching her there.


“Sorry about that Hobby,” as he said that, he pulled his hand out of his gloves, and then… and then he reached down. 


His caress was soft, and Fren’s blush suddenly enveloped her face as she felt the warrior’s hand on her breast. Unlike a human, Fren never repressed herself and let out a somewhat pained moan, the kick’s sting still lingering as the man touched her, but yet, the touching was like an electric spark spreading through her. The sensation started to fill her as the man let his other gauntlet drop. Fren eyed it, her breath quickening. Was he, did he want, but… why, why would he hurt Fran? Conflicting desires spread through Fren as she wanted to be touched more, her hypersensitive breasts already feeling so good from the man’s touches, and the pain, it almost made it feel better and more intense. Fren’s moans grew louder as the feeling in her continued to build. 


“Uh?” the one that wasn’t touching her asked and the man, no, her husband to be, looked up at him. 


“Hobgoblin breasts are extremely sensitive. I have my reasoning for it and I’ll tell you back in the village. Just trust me a moment, and get me some rope,” but then what about Fran? Did, they couldn’t have been the ones to… to murder her, not if they were acting like this, right? They, they must have just come across Fran. Fran, oh Fran. 


Tears continued to fall down Fren’s face as she lamented her sister, her dead corpse being left there. It, it wasn’t fair. As he looked away, Fren grabbed his other hand, and pulled it to her chest, not wanting to think anymore. Not, not right now. The man didn’t seem all that surprised and soon enough, with both hands, he started to knead her breasts. The sensations immediately made Fren cry out a bit as his hands were like magic, sending pleasure through her, just like Fran used to do when they needed to blow off steam. As Fren’s new husband kneaded her breasts, she rubbed her legs together, adding just a little bit of extra to the pleasure emanating from her breasts as the man’s touches grew rougher, his fingers pressing into her soft supple flesh with ease, each press a new sensation flowing through her. 


Then he reached her nipples, and it was like a detonation of delight as Fren cried out. The well inside of her suddenly felt like it was going to overflow as her new hubby started to touch her more, as he lightly caressed her hard nipples and then.


“Ooooouuuuuah!” Fren cried out as he pinched them, Fren’s legs spreading out, her pussy juices spraying out as her eyes rolled back and her mind went blank. Pleasure ruled her mind as it descended on her thoughts like a dense fog. 


Then he pulled on her breasts, pulling her up towards him by them and Fren started to hump at her knight, at her hubby as he played with her breasts, the pleasure unending for her as he grew rougher and rougher with them, spreading them out and continuing to play with her nipple. Another climax was already building in her, her pussy twitching and drooling all over her husband’s torso as she humped at him, meanwhile she felt rope being tied around her arms behind her. It was done in such a way that Fren’s arms were painfully stuck in place, but that was fine because her husband was here, and he was making her feel so good~!


Her hubby pinched once again and Fren pussy clammed down, twitching and trying to milk an imaginary cock in her, but found nothing, only able to squirt out more of her quim as she started to buck her hips again while her mind went blank. More, she needed more from her hubby!


Then as she blanked out from the climax, she felt her hubby shift positions, not enough to leave her, but to touch her from behind now, his big strong arms wrapping around her and groping her front as he walked her, and pulled at her tits to draw her in a direction. Panting hard, Fren followed those hands as they pulled at her, walking as best she could while her juices dripped down her legs, until they reached the horses. There he spun her around, and let go of her breasts!


Fren made a distressed sound but then he grabbed her by her armpits and hoisted her up on top of the big horse, before mounting it himself. Wasting no time Fren shifted forward, rubbing herself against her husband, but it wasn’t as good as when he touched her, as when he was making her cum with his hands on her breasts, she wanted more.


Then with a pat on her head she looked up at her husband, as his rugged face, his stern features. He looked down his nose at her before speaking: “I need to ride now, don’t interrupt too much or it will take longer for me to… touch you again, okay? The rubbing is fine, just no more than that, and don’t break out of those ropes.”


Fren nodded before something occurred to her.


“But what about Fran? What about those guys?” she asked but he jerked his head over to the one horse to his left. There Fren could see two of the men, one sitting like her only unconscious, while the other was tied up, and on the horses rump, but in enough that he shouldn’t fall off. But, she didn’t see Fran.


“As for your goblin friend, this country is lousy with armature necromancers, I’m sure she will be up and about in no time,” he said, and Fren gave a sad nod. Fran didn’t want to be a skeleton, she wanted to be a goblin… but… if that is what she was meant to be…


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