A couple of days later than planned. I was ahead of schedule when I posted the 4th and 5th parts. And then ended up banging my head against the wall trying to fix a few awkward paragraphs in this part. When that happens, rather than keeping on banging my head against the wall for no discernible progress, I've found the best editing fix is to put the second draft on the side for a few days and then come back to it with a fresh mindset.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
He reached up and placed his hands on her tits.
"Yes, you can touch them." Astrapia's voice oozed exultant triumph.
They thought his magic was bound along with his body. It wasn't.
"Flambas-Ejaculax!"
Torrents of flame erupted from Phil's hands and flung the succubus backwards. He smelt the acrid tang of her burnt flesh. Her body was still smoking as she hit the floor on the other side of the room.
He'd spotted and recognised the magic-nullification circle before he'd sat down. It had been easy enough to reposition the chair to break the circle. So easy he'd assumed it was the first part of the test. Unfortunately, he hadn't spotted that the circle was actually part of a complex composite of two circles overlaid over each other—one to nullify magic, the other to bind humans.
Or should that be fortunately. Astrapia would have noticed something was wrong the moment the circle failed to activate. Realising he was unbound, she would have been forced to take him more seriously. In a magic duel between him and an aware and unsurprised succubus Phil knew there would only ever be one winner.
He wondered if that was what had happened to Darvill.
It was ironic, Phil thought. His ineptitude had given him a chance to survive this.
Astrapia stirred on the floor.
Phil knew he hadn't killed her. Daemons regenerated, even from fire.
Blackened patches of burnt skin sloughed off Astrapia to reveal healthy pink flesh underneath.
Phil cast his mind back to Cέrμləa's lesson on magic circles and plucked forth a dispelling incantation. He knew they weren't effective when used inside the circle, but he was hoping he'd already weakened the circle by breaking part of it.
"Mulucric exnida Restrac Homnus."
He felt resistance as if it was pressure squeezing his skull. He pushed harder with his will and felt the bubble of magic energies give and then break. The spectral light surrounding the chair winked out and Phil felt relief as the crushing force pinning him to his seat went away.
Astrapia lifted her head. Fury raged in her shark-black eyes. Phil's magical flames had scorched an ugly red trail across her scalp. Silky black hair was already growing up through the blistered skin like fresh shoots.
He didn't have much time. Phil went down on one knee and placed a palm flat on the stone floor. Yes, it was there, burrowing through the dark places, waiting for his call.
"Ĝiškimiti za bursaĝ ul Urpâdu ni Guberim li Išduum Qištu!"
Green vines burst out of the stone flagstones. They coiled around Astrapia's body and bound her to the floor before she could stand up.
Seleucida paused from sexually draining Verdé. "The Vines of Dārû Qištu? How can a nov—"
Phil extended his left hand. Vines erupted from the wall, wrapped around Seleucida and Paradisea, and yanked them away. They were pinned to the wall as if chained there. Thick green fibrous ropes wound across their mouths, gagging them.
"Well done. Well done," Astrapia said.
The succubus, fully regenerated in all her icy beauty, was trussed up like a roast hog with her butt sticking up in the air. Despite this she still had the supernatural succubus ability to look intensely alluring no matter how undignified her current state. She looked less a prisoner and more like an alt glamour model engaged in rope bondage.
The cold fury had left her face and she was all warm smiles as she spoke to him.
"Congratulations. You passed the test. You have demonstrated your power as a warlock."
He'd done it! The realisation flowed through him in a giddy wave. Phil could scarcely believe it. He'd defeated them. He'd used his own magic and defeated succubi.
"And now you can claim your spoils."
Astrapia gave the luscious curves of her ass a little waggle, as much as the vines would allow. Nestled between her legs like a hidden treasure were the clamshell folds of her sex.
"It is the law. The strong have supremacy over the weak. You defeated me and now I am yours to do with as you see fit."
The clamshell folds of her sex rippled and parted enticingly as Phil stared at them.
Yes, it was true. He'd beaten her.
He looked around the room, at the other two succubi chained to the walls with green vines.
He'd beaten them all.
What a rush.
He wasn't a useless dork in a dead end job. He wielded magic. He summoned daemons. He defeated daemons. He was a warlock.
He looked at the three daemonesses trussed up helplessly by his magic.
That was him. He'd done this.
He was good.
No, better than good... fucking awesome.
"I am yours, but... please don't be too hard with me," Astrapia said.
There was a rightness to her words. This was how this world worked. He'd seen it time after time.
And now he was part of this world. He was a warlock... a real warlock.
Astrapia wiggled her ass again. Her sex winked wider, giving Phil a tantalizing glimpse of her moist pink interior.
And now it was time to collect his deserved reward. All he had to do was step up, place his palms flat on the smooth curves of her bum and thrust.
to be continued...
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Succubus Summoning 213, part 5
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Swishing her fan back and forth, Astrapia stood up and approached Phil's chair.
"Run," Verdé said. "This is not a test. They're not following the rules. They killed the other one."
"Darvill?" Phil said, shocked.
"We identified him as a potential future threat, so we eliminated him on behalf of our master."
Phil couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew Wargsnouts was crazy, but crazy enough to let the teachers murder their own pupils with daemons...? That was beyond fucked up.
"I'm no threat," he protested.
"I know you're not. You're a worm," Astrapia said. She tickled the tip of Phil's nose with her perfume-scented fan. "But the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures is the representative of the Dominion of Lust on this Earth. We won't brook any interference from low-class, no-house little slut daemons."
"Stop talking and run." Verdé pushed out the strained words in between helpless gasps and sighs. "Go get Rosa or Nÿte."
Astrapia turned to her and laughed. "The impudence. Nÿte? Rosa? What lies have you been feeding this poor worm?" She turned back to Phil. "Let me guess. Did she claim to be the Eréš Nūkric?"
"Run, Phil," Verdé sighed. She shuddered as another powerful climax overtook her.
Astrapia pulled aside Phil's robes. She swept her fluffy fan across his nipples.
"He doesn't want to run. He wants to stick his big fat cock in my luscious wet cunt and fill me with his hot, gushing spunk. Don't you, worm."
What Phil wanted to do was think.
He knew he couldn't run because of the circle binding him. He also knew he couldn't use the emergency dismissal incantation on them either. They were The Scrote's daemons. Only he had the authority to send them back to their plane.
However, there was something else Phil could do. While Astrapia had been taunting Verdé and teasing him he'd been sending out mental feelers.
Yes, he could sense it. It was much weaker here, weak enough that Phil would have to put a lot into the summons, but he thought he could still reach it.
Astrapia pushed his legs together and straddled him. Her pussy gaped hungrily. She looked at him like a cat with a mouse as she ran her feathered fan over his exposed skin.
He also had another advantage.
He reached up and placed his hands on her tits.
"Yes, you can touch them." Astrapia's voice oozed exultant triumph.
They thought his magic was bound along with his body. It wasn't.
to be continued...
Swishing her fan back and forth, Astrapia stood up and approached Phil's chair.
"Run," Verdé said. "This is not a test. They're not following the rules. They killed the other one."
"Darvill?" Phil said, shocked.
"We identified him as a potential future threat, so we eliminated him on behalf of our master."
Phil couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew Wargsnouts was crazy, but crazy enough to let the teachers murder their own pupils with daemons...? That was beyond fucked up.
"I'm no threat," he protested.
"I know you're not. You're a worm," Astrapia said. She tickled the tip of Phil's nose with her perfume-scented fan. "But the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures is the representative of the Dominion of Lust on this Earth. We won't brook any interference from low-class, no-house little slut daemons."
"Stop talking and run." Verdé pushed out the strained words in between helpless gasps and sighs. "Go get Rosa or Nÿte."
Astrapia turned to her and laughed. "The impudence. Nÿte? Rosa? What lies have you been feeding this poor worm?" She turned back to Phil. "Let me guess. Did she claim to be the Eréš Nūkric?"
"Run, Phil," Verdé sighed. She shuddered as another powerful climax overtook her.
Astrapia pulled aside Phil's robes. She swept her fluffy fan across his nipples.
"He doesn't want to run. He wants to stick his big fat cock in my luscious wet cunt and fill me with his hot, gushing spunk. Don't you, worm."
What Phil wanted to do was think.
He knew he couldn't run because of the circle binding him. He also knew he couldn't use the emergency dismissal incantation on them either. They were The Scrote's daemons. Only he had the authority to send them back to their plane.
However, there was something else Phil could do. While Astrapia had been taunting Verdé and teasing him he'd been sending out mental feelers.
Yes, he could sense it. It was much weaker here, weak enough that Phil would have to put a lot into the summons, but he thought he could still reach it.
Astrapia pushed his legs together and straddled him. Her pussy gaped hungrily. She looked at him like a cat with a mouse as she ran her feathered fan over his exposed skin.
He also had another advantage.
He reached up and placed his hands on her tits.
"Yes, you can touch them." Astrapia's voice oozed exultant triumph.
They thought his magic was bound along with his body. It wasn't.
to be continued...
Monday, July 11, 2016
Succubus Summoning 213, part 4
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
"So it's going to be like that," Verde said without the slightest hint of fear or concern.
The two succubi converged on her. They did not fight, at least not in any way Phil recognised as fighting. If anything it resembled more a sizzling-hot three-way lesbian orgy. Phil supposed it made sense for succubus fights to be about sex as well. He found it hard to follow. At first there was a Sapphic embrace as Verdé and Seleucida squashed their tits together and rubbed their nipples against each other. Their lips met in wet sloppy kisses and their hands roamed all over each other's curves while they let out sighs of pleasure.
Paradisea joined in. She pressed her breasts up against Verdé's back and reached around to grab Verdé's tits. The other succubus's eyelids fluttered and her cheeks reddened as Paradisea's fingers clamped Verdé's nipples and tugged them.
Verdé had no intention of letting the other succubi do all the work. Her hands lit up with a soft green glow. She brought her left hand down between Seleucida's legs and the other succubus gasped in pleasure as Verdé inserted first one and then two fingers between the hairless folds of Seleucida's pussy. All three went to the floor in a tangle of heaving bosoms, groping hands, lapping tongues and lewd sighs.
"Enjoying the show?" Astrapia said to Phil as she languidly fluttered her fan of fluffy pink feathers. She cocked her head. "Oh, are you feeling left out. Don't worry, I'll show you how good it feels to fuck a succubus of real class."
She uncrossed her legs and her hairless sex winked at Phil, revealing the moist pink interior. Phil's gaze was drawn to it and held. The succubus wrapped her sexual aura around him like a velvet-gloved fist and squeezed.
It took most of Phil's willpower to tear his gaze away. He looked over to the writhing pile of nubile flesh on the floor to his left. It was hard to see who had the upper hand. Verdé maybe. She was on top of Seleucida and her fist was buried up to the wrist in the other woman's sex.
"Is that all you've got?" Seleucida said coldly.
Or maybe not.
Paradisea struck. Her tail plunged into Verdé's ass like a lance and the green-haired succubus threw her head back and let out a shocked gasp that was more pleasure than pain. Seleucida slithered off Verdé's hand and turned. The end of her tail puffed up and she embedded it in Verdé's vagina. Verdé shuddered and let out a cry. Glistening juices squirted out of her pussy as Seleucida's tail probed deeper.
If it had been a fight it was now over. Verdé lay unresisting between the two succubi and gave out little panting sighs of bliss as the other succubi's tails throbbed and swelled in her ass and vagina. This wasn't a sex act, Phil realised.
"You're hurting her," he said.
This was feeding. The knowledge of it changed what Phil was seeing, made it loathsome, like watching giant leeches suck the life fluids out of hapless prey. As he watched, little bulges ran up the succubi's tails. Verdé's fluids... life?
"Concern for your little slut daemon, how weak," Astrapia said. "To let a little tramp like this wrap you around her finger. You're no warlock at all."
They were feeding off her, draining her. He had to stop this.
Phil went to stand up. Astrapia laughed and tapped the tip of her tail on the floor. White light erupted around Phil as the magic circle surrounding his chair activated. He was slammed back down as if the force of gravity had increased ten-fold around him.
Shit, he'd missed that one.
"Anyway, there's no need to fear for your little slut," Astrapia said.
"I'm not going to suck out all her vitality," Seleucida said. She sucked on her finger with sumptuous lips. "Just enough to leave her looking like a wizened old crone."
"It won't be permanent," Astrapia said. "She'll regain her former beauty in, oh, a century or so. We don't kill our own. Humans, however..."
Swishing her fan back and forth, Astrapia stood up and approached Phil's chair.
"So it's going to be like that," Verde said without the slightest hint of fear or concern.
The two succubi converged on her. They did not fight, at least not in any way Phil recognised as fighting. If anything it resembled more a sizzling-hot three-way lesbian orgy. Phil supposed it made sense for succubus fights to be about sex as well. He found it hard to follow. At first there was a Sapphic embrace as Verdé and Seleucida squashed their tits together and rubbed their nipples against each other. Their lips met in wet sloppy kisses and their hands roamed all over each other's curves while they let out sighs of pleasure.
Paradisea joined in. She pressed her breasts up against Verdé's back and reached around to grab Verdé's tits. The other succubus's eyelids fluttered and her cheeks reddened as Paradisea's fingers clamped Verdé's nipples and tugged them.
Verdé had no intention of letting the other succubi do all the work. Her hands lit up with a soft green glow. She brought her left hand down between Seleucida's legs and the other succubus gasped in pleasure as Verdé inserted first one and then two fingers between the hairless folds of Seleucida's pussy. All three went to the floor in a tangle of heaving bosoms, groping hands, lapping tongues and lewd sighs.
"Enjoying the show?" Astrapia said to Phil as she languidly fluttered her fan of fluffy pink feathers. She cocked her head. "Oh, are you feeling left out. Don't worry, I'll show you how good it feels to fuck a succubus of real class."
She uncrossed her legs and her hairless sex winked at Phil, revealing the moist pink interior. Phil's gaze was drawn to it and held. The succubus wrapped her sexual aura around him like a velvet-gloved fist and squeezed.
It took most of Phil's willpower to tear his gaze away. He looked over to the writhing pile of nubile flesh on the floor to his left. It was hard to see who had the upper hand. Verdé maybe. She was on top of Seleucida and her fist was buried up to the wrist in the other woman's sex.
"Is that all you've got?" Seleucida said coldly.
Or maybe not.
Paradisea struck. Her tail plunged into Verdé's ass like a lance and the green-haired succubus threw her head back and let out a shocked gasp that was more pleasure than pain. Seleucida slithered off Verdé's hand and turned. The end of her tail puffed up and she embedded it in Verdé's vagina. Verdé shuddered and let out a cry. Glistening juices squirted out of her pussy as Seleucida's tail probed deeper.
If it had been a fight it was now over. Verdé lay unresisting between the two succubi and gave out little panting sighs of bliss as the other succubi's tails throbbed and swelled in her ass and vagina. This wasn't a sex act, Phil realised.
"You're hurting her," he said.
This was feeding. The knowledge of it changed what Phil was seeing, made it loathsome, like watching giant leeches suck the life fluids out of hapless prey. As he watched, little bulges ran up the succubi's tails. Verdé's fluids... life?
"Concern for your little slut daemon, how weak," Astrapia said. "To let a little tramp like this wrap you around her finger. You're no warlock at all."
They were feeding off her, draining her. He had to stop this.
Phil went to stand up. Astrapia laughed and tapped the tip of her tail on the floor. White light erupted around Phil as the magic circle surrounding his chair activated. He was slammed back down as if the force of gravity had increased ten-fold around him.
Shit, he'd missed that one.
"Anyway, there's no need to fear for your little slut," Astrapia said.
"I'm not going to suck out all her vitality," Seleucida said. She sucked on her finger with sumptuous lips. "Just enough to leave her looking like a wizened old crone."
"It won't be permanent," Astrapia said. "She'll regain her former beauty in, oh, a century or so. We don't kill our own. Humans, however..."
Swishing her fan back and forth, Astrapia stood up and approached Phil's chair.
Saturday, July 09, 2016
Succubus Summoning 213, part 3
Part 1, Part 2
"As delightful as this all is, it is rather unnecessary," Verdé said.
Astrapia fluttered a fan of fluffy pink feathers and gave Verdé a glare that detracted from her otherwise seductive appearance.
"My master has already passed the first trial..." Verdé continued.
He had? Phil thought.
"...and you are of the same dominion, so..."
They might have been from the same dominion, but the other succubi did not seem to like Verdé being there at all and showed their disapproval with stony glares.
"I'm not saying it's a total waste," Verdé changed tack. "Even if he might not look keen now, I'm sure my master would love to experience some of the famed sensual skills of the incomparable bedmistresses of the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures."
"Which house do you belong to?" Astrapia asked Verdé. "I know you're not from the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures. The Garden of Exquisite Tortures? No, you're far too vanilla for them. The Pagoda of the Euphoric Lotus? No, I don't see it. I don't think you're from one of the minor houses either."
Verdé gave a disarming laugh. "I know the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures is built upon tenets of order and discipline, but those tenets are not shared by the rest of the Dominion of Lust. I have no house. I have no need of a house."
"You see your mistake," Astrapia said to Phil. "You've allowed yourself to be seduced by a pair of low-class lust daemons wanting to use you as a cheap ticket to this Earth. A warlock of greater distinction and class would have chosen more wisely than a pair of no-house tramps."
"Now you're being rude," Verdé said. "Not that I mind. Nasty talk gets me so wet."
She paused. Her nostrils dilated and she frowned.
"Has a soul been spilled here recently?"
"Seleucida, Paradisea, quieten this impudent slut."
"So it's going to be like that," Verdé said without the slightest hint of fear or concern.
to be continued...
Yes, it's a short update. I couldn't resist not passing up that cliffhanger. :)
"As delightful as this all is, it is rather unnecessary," Verdé said.
Astrapia fluttered a fan of fluffy pink feathers and gave Verdé a glare that detracted from her otherwise seductive appearance.
"My master has already passed the first trial..." Verdé continued.
He had? Phil thought.
"...and you are of the same dominion, so..."
They might have been from the same dominion, but the other succubi did not seem to like Verdé being there at all and showed their disapproval with stony glares.
"I'm not saying it's a total waste," Verdé changed tack. "Even if he might not look keen now, I'm sure my master would love to experience some of the famed sensual skills of the incomparable bedmistresses of the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures."
"Which house do you belong to?" Astrapia asked Verdé. "I know you're not from the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures. The Garden of Exquisite Tortures? No, you're far too vanilla for them. The Pagoda of the Euphoric Lotus? No, I don't see it. I don't think you're from one of the minor houses either."
Verdé gave a disarming laugh. "I know the Palace of Infernal and Iniquitous Pleasures is built upon tenets of order and discipline, but those tenets are not shared by the rest of the Dominion of Lust. I have no house. I have no need of a house."
"You see your mistake," Astrapia said to Phil. "You've allowed yourself to be seduced by a pair of low-class lust daemons wanting to use you as a cheap ticket to this Earth. A warlock of greater distinction and class would have chosen more wisely than a pair of no-house tramps."
"Now you're being rude," Verdé said. "Not that I mind. Nasty talk gets me so wet."
She paused. Her nostrils dilated and she frowned.
"Has a soul been spilled here recently?"
"Seleucida, Paradisea, quieten this impudent slut."
"So it's going to be like that," Verdé said without the slightest hint of fear or concern.
to be continued...
Yes, it's a short update. I couldn't resist not passing up that cliffhanger. :)
Thursday, July 07, 2016
Succubus Summoning 213, part 2
Part 1
"Oi, what are you up to, Greenie?" he asked Verdé. His prominent lower jaw jutted out like a bulldog's.
"I thought I saw a little bit of fluff on her arm," she said, all innocence as she withdrew her hand.
Mr Buggeritall eyeballed her.
A spark of mischief lit up Verdé's green eyes. "You can watch," she said. "I'm sure you'll enjoy the show."
Mr Buggeritall considered it...
...but not for very long.
He jammed a thumb against his chest. "The only one that gets to mess with toots is me," he said. "We're going to go far together."
Adriana gave an apologetic smile for her imp's antics, but there was none of the desperation Phil had seen before. It was as she'd said—she'd accepted it and come to an accommodation with the noisome imp's presence.
"You know it has to happen at some point," Verdé said.
"It will... when she's ready," Mr Buggeritall said with a determination that belied his tiny uncouth form.
The door to the test room opened and Phil's name was called out.
"I wouldn't worry," Adriana called after him. "I'm sure you'll be fine."
"Another one with promise," Verdé said as she and Phil walked to the test room. "Although she still has a long path to walk."
Phil was more concerned about his path coming to an end right here. He was looking at the succubus standing next to the open door and feeling anything but fine. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and random facts and pieces of information swirled through his head in a great impenetrable swarm.
Phil really really hated tests.
He entered the room and saw it was as Adriana had described—the only people in the room were three of The Scrote's succubi. With a sinking feeling Phil recognised the one sitting in the chair opposite him. She was the one who'd made him ejaculate into her hand on the very first day he'd gone to one of Stine's fast-track lectures. She also recognised Phil and smiled as though he was a piece of livestock she'd already bought and owned.
"Ah, the student who summoned a pair of inferior lust daemons. Phil Rowling, isn't it?" she said.
Phil nodded. "Um, how should I address you, Miss...?" he asked.
"Miss?" The succubus laughed. "We're not decrepit husks. I am Astrapia, this is Seleucida and that is Paradisea. We are here to see if you are fit to call yourself master of daemons."
She gestured to an empty chair opposite her.
"Sit down and we'll begin."
Phil looked down at the chair. He repositioned it and sat down.
That seemed easy enough, he thought.
Then the succubi started to take their clothes off. Admittedly, they hadn't been wearing much to begin with—little more than the skimpy black costumes of showgirl dancers—but there was a big difference between not much and nothing at all. Phil's eyes boggled and his Adam's apple worked furiously as the sex daemons peeled off their bodices to expose the bulging pink hemispheres of their breasts. Was there a succubus that didn't have a body gorgeous enough to turn a glamour model green with envy?
The succubus that had shown Phil in, Paradisea, saw his discomfort and paused. "Surely as a master of succubi you must be used to this by now."
"Yes, what a splendid idea," Verdé said as she removed her diaphanous green robes and hung them over the back of Phil's chair.
Phil was once again surrounded by gorgeous naked woman. And as usual he wished he could enjoy it without being terrified for his life and soul.
"Why don't you take off your robe as well?" Seleucida asked.
"We're already naked," Paradisea said. "You'll feel more comfortable if you're naked as well."
"If you're worried about your size, you shouldn't be," Seleucida said.
"We don't care how big or how small they are," Paradisea said.
"We suck them all," Seleucida said.
"Fuck them all," Paradisea bent closer to whisper in Phil's ear.
And now Phil had a single, hard, reason to keep his robes on.
"As delightful as this all is, it is rather unnecessary," Verdé said.
to be continued...
"Oi, what are you up to, Greenie?" he asked Verdé. His prominent lower jaw jutted out like a bulldog's.
"I thought I saw a little bit of fluff on her arm," she said, all innocence as she withdrew her hand.
Mr Buggeritall eyeballed her.
A spark of mischief lit up Verdé's green eyes. "You can watch," she said. "I'm sure you'll enjoy the show."
Mr Buggeritall considered it...
...but not for very long.
He jammed a thumb against his chest. "The only one that gets to mess with toots is me," he said. "We're going to go far together."
Adriana gave an apologetic smile for her imp's antics, but there was none of the desperation Phil had seen before. It was as she'd said—she'd accepted it and come to an accommodation with the noisome imp's presence.
"You know it has to happen at some point," Verdé said.
"It will... when she's ready," Mr Buggeritall said with a determination that belied his tiny uncouth form.
The door to the test room opened and Phil's name was called out.
"I wouldn't worry," Adriana called after him. "I'm sure you'll be fine."
"Another one with promise," Verdé said as she and Phil walked to the test room. "Although she still has a long path to walk."
Phil was more concerned about his path coming to an end right here. He was looking at the succubus standing next to the open door and feeling anything but fine. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and random facts and pieces of information swirled through his head in a great impenetrable swarm.
Phil really really hated tests.
He entered the room and saw it was as Adriana had described—the only people in the room were three of The Scrote's succubi. With a sinking feeling Phil recognised the one sitting in the chair opposite him. She was the one who'd made him ejaculate into her hand on the very first day he'd gone to one of Stine's fast-track lectures. She also recognised Phil and smiled as though he was a piece of livestock she'd already bought and owned.
"Ah, the student who summoned a pair of inferior lust daemons. Phil Rowling, isn't it?" she said.
Phil nodded. "Um, how should I address you, Miss...?" he asked.
"Miss?" The succubus laughed. "We're not decrepit husks. I am Astrapia, this is Seleucida and that is Paradisea. We are here to see if you are fit to call yourself master of daemons."
She gestured to an empty chair opposite her.
"Sit down and we'll begin."
Phil looked down at the chair. He repositioned it and sat down.
That seemed easy enough, he thought.
Then the succubi started to take their clothes off. Admittedly, they hadn't been wearing much to begin with—little more than the skimpy black costumes of showgirl dancers—but there was a big difference between not much and nothing at all. Phil's eyes boggled and his Adam's apple worked furiously as the sex daemons peeled off their bodices to expose the bulging pink hemispheres of their breasts. Was there a succubus that didn't have a body gorgeous enough to turn a glamour model green with envy?
The succubus that had shown Phil in, Paradisea, saw his discomfort and paused. "Surely as a master of succubi you must be used to this by now."
"Yes, what a splendid idea," Verdé said as she removed her diaphanous green robes and hung them over the back of Phil's chair.
Phil was once again surrounded by gorgeous naked woman. And as usual he wished he could enjoy it without being terrified for his life and soul.
"Why don't you take off your robe as well?" Seleucida asked.
"We're already naked," Paradisea said. "You'll feel more comfortable if you're naked as well."
"If you're worried about your size, you shouldn't be," Seleucida said.
"We don't care how big or how small they are," Paradisea said.
"We suck them all," Seleucida said.
"Fuck them all," Paradisea bent closer to whisper in Phil's ear.
And now Phil had a single, hard, reason to keep his robes on.
"As delightful as this all is, it is rather unnecessary," Verdé said.
to be continued...
Tuesday, July 05, 2016
Succubus Summoning 213, part 1
Phil had always hated exams. It didn't seem to matter how much revision or prep he did, or how well he knew the subject. He'd sit down, stare at the question sheet and then his mind would go blank, or worse, a million different facts would start careering around inside his head like drunken dodgem cars. And that was for normal non-daemon-world exams. Here, at Wargsnouts, if you failed a test there was a chance of dying or worse.
Phil didn't even know what the test was on. The Scrote had neglected to inform his students. Phil shuffled through his notes. Hellscape Topology... Rites and Rituals... Extra-Dimensional Daemonology... anything? It was impossible.
Phil was surprised when Darvill breezed up to him and spoke. The other student had plenty of cause not to be friendly with him, when you considered it was his succubi that were responsible for killing Darvill's friends. Sort of.
"I wish I knew what this test was about," Phil said. "I heard something about attunement, but that could cover anything we've studied in the last year and a half."
Darvill didn't seem to be bothered about it. Or the upcoming exam. Darvill was the sort that didn't seem to get fazed by anything.
"We're on the fast track because we contracted our first daemons earlier than most other students. I imagine The Scrote wants to check we understand what those contracts mean."
That was fine and all that, Phil thought. He shuffled miserably through his notes.
"I was kinda hoping we'd be taught this before they tested us on it," he said.
"Daemonic contracts are the test," Darvill said. "Look at the ones that came through."
Phil looked at the members of staff Darvill pointed to and didn't understand. They were a mismatched bunch. Cartifax Brion Jacks could pass for a P.E. teacher. High Magus R. L. Conley looked as though he'd just stepped out of an old horror movie. There was no pattern, no connection Phil could see.
Was this something Phil was supposed to know? Some lesson he'd missed?
Even Verdé seemed amused by his bafflement.
"It's not his strongest suit," she responded to a question Darvill asked her.
Everyone seemed to know more than Phil.
One of The Scrote's succubi, resplendent like a star showgirl, opened the door and looked around the room. For one heart-stopping moment Phil thought it was his turn, but then the succubus called out Darvill's name instead.
That gave Phil another half hour to shuffle through his notes in a last-ditch effort to cram for a test he didn't have the slightest clue about. He wondered if it might have been better if the succubus had called out his name instead, if only to get this damn exam over and done with. And now he'd mixed his notes up. They were an incoherent jumble. He didn't think this extra half hour or so was going to change anything.
He lifted his head and turned to Verdé. "Hey wait. Darvill spoke to you directly."
When Phil had first met Darvill, the other student had ridiculed the notion of talking to other warlock's daemons.
"Yes," Verdé said. "It's been quite pleasing to observe his personal growth. There's a lot of promise there. I think he'll develop into a fine warlock."
"You sound like you'd rather have been summoned by him instead of me," Phil said.
Verdé laughed. "Oh no. We're perfectly happy with the master we have."
She rested her head on Phil's shoulder and his nose was filled with the scent of fresh meadow flowers. His cock stirred in his pants.
Great. As if it wasn't difficult enough to concentrate already.
Phil's last-minute cramming was going so badly he was even glad of the interruption when another fellow student approached him. It was Adriana Mayall, but Phil had to do a double take as she'd changed so much since the last time he'd seen her. The skinny mop with a pale face hidden behind scraggly curtains of blonde hair was gone. Instead Phil found himself looking at a pretty young woman dressed very neatly in a business suit as if she was about to take an interview in the city. Even her posture was different. Phil hadn't realised it before, but she was taller than him when she stood up straight. There was an easier smile on her lips and she actually looked at Phil while talking to him rather than staring at the floor.
Her imp, Mr Buggeritall, was still present. He sat on her shoulder and puffed away on a foul-smelling stogie. He was different from before in that he was no longer naked. Like Adriana he was dressed in a suit right down to a miniature tie. Okay, not everything was different. He still leered at Verdé like a dirty old lecherous uncle.
"You look different," Phil said.
Adriana shrugged. "They told me there was no way to get rid of him, so we've come to an arrangement."
"She stops being a whiny little bitch feeling sorry for herself all the time and I stop embarrassing her in public," Mr Buggeritall said.
Adriana gave a little roll of her eyes that indicated she was not that far removed from the awkward girl she'd been before, despite her drastic change in appearance.
"Don't be like that, toots," the imp said. "It was for your benefit. I did it to toughen you up."
Adriana gave Phil a goofy little smile. "It is better than before."
The imp stood up and puffed out his chest. "I'm her personal trainer now."
Adriana suppressed a giggle. She looked down at Phil's notes.
"Revising for Magus Stine's test?" she asked.
"Yes," Phil replied. "Have you already taken it?"
Adriana nodded.
"What's it on?" Phil asked.
"It's odd," Adriana said. "Magus Stine wasn't present for the test, nor were any of the staff. It was just his succubi, three of them. They asked me some fairly straightforward questions about my background and Mr Buggeritall. I thought they were trying to put me at ease before the test began, then they told me it was over and I was fine."
She shrugged.
"Maybe after all the recent deaths, accidents and students going missing, they're taking some extra precautions to try and keep us safe."
Mr Buggeritall suddenly moved from Adriana's right shoulder to her left.
"Oi, what are you up to, Greenie?" he asked Verdé. His prominent lower jaw jutted out like a bulldog's.
to be continued...
I wasn't sure how to post this chapter. The serialisation plan was mainly to keep me moving on the story. Then I stalled. Then I wrote virtually the whole thing one night while waiting at the airport. I think I'll put it up here anyway. It gives me a final chance to correct things for the ebook/novel version if it turns out I flubbed the ending.
The new parts will be posted a little more frequently than weekly (one every two days at a guess) and I'll return to the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary stories once I've finished up with Phil's current arc of adventures.
Phil didn't even know what the test was on. The Scrote had neglected to inform his students. Phil shuffled through his notes. Hellscape Topology... Rites and Rituals... Extra-Dimensional Daemonology... anything? It was impossible.
Phil was surprised when Darvill breezed up to him and spoke. The other student had plenty of cause not to be friendly with him, when you considered it was his succubi that were responsible for killing Darvill's friends. Sort of.
"I wish I knew what this test was about," Phil said. "I heard something about attunement, but that could cover anything we've studied in the last year and a half."
Darvill didn't seem to be bothered about it. Or the upcoming exam. Darvill was the sort that didn't seem to get fazed by anything.
"We're on the fast track because we contracted our first daemons earlier than most other students. I imagine The Scrote wants to check we understand what those contracts mean."
That was fine and all that, Phil thought. He shuffled miserably through his notes.
"I was kinda hoping we'd be taught this before they tested us on it," he said.
"Daemonic contracts are the test," Darvill said. "Look at the ones that came through."
Phil looked at the members of staff Darvill pointed to and didn't understand. They were a mismatched bunch. Cartifax Brion Jacks could pass for a P.E. teacher. High Magus R. L. Conley looked as though he'd just stepped out of an old horror movie. There was no pattern, no connection Phil could see.
Was this something Phil was supposed to know? Some lesson he'd missed?
Even Verdé seemed amused by his bafflement.
"It's not his strongest suit," she responded to a question Darvill asked her.
Everyone seemed to know more than Phil.
One of The Scrote's succubi, resplendent like a star showgirl, opened the door and looked around the room. For one heart-stopping moment Phil thought it was his turn, but then the succubus called out Darvill's name instead.
That gave Phil another half hour to shuffle through his notes in a last-ditch effort to cram for a test he didn't have the slightest clue about. He wondered if it might have been better if the succubus had called out his name instead, if only to get this damn exam over and done with. And now he'd mixed his notes up. They were an incoherent jumble. He didn't think this extra half hour or so was going to change anything.
He lifted his head and turned to Verdé. "Hey wait. Darvill spoke to you directly."
When Phil had first met Darvill, the other student had ridiculed the notion of talking to other warlock's daemons.
"Yes," Verdé said. "It's been quite pleasing to observe his personal growth. There's a lot of promise there. I think he'll develop into a fine warlock."
"You sound like you'd rather have been summoned by him instead of me," Phil said.
Verdé laughed. "Oh no. We're perfectly happy with the master we have."
She rested her head on Phil's shoulder and his nose was filled with the scent of fresh meadow flowers. His cock stirred in his pants.
Great. As if it wasn't difficult enough to concentrate already.
Phil's last-minute cramming was going so badly he was even glad of the interruption when another fellow student approached him. It was Adriana Mayall, but Phil had to do a double take as she'd changed so much since the last time he'd seen her. The skinny mop with a pale face hidden behind scraggly curtains of blonde hair was gone. Instead Phil found himself looking at a pretty young woman dressed very neatly in a business suit as if she was about to take an interview in the city. Even her posture was different. Phil hadn't realised it before, but she was taller than him when she stood up straight. There was an easier smile on her lips and she actually looked at Phil while talking to him rather than staring at the floor.
Her imp, Mr Buggeritall, was still present. He sat on her shoulder and puffed away on a foul-smelling stogie. He was different from before in that he was no longer naked. Like Adriana he was dressed in a suit right down to a miniature tie. Okay, not everything was different. He still leered at Verdé like a dirty old lecherous uncle.
"You look different," Phil said.
Adriana shrugged. "They told me there was no way to get rid of him, so we've come to an arrangement."
"She stops being a whiny little bitch feeling sorry for herself all the time and I stop embarrassing her in public," Mr Buggeritall said.
Adriana gave a little roll of her eyes that indicated she was not that far removed from the awkward girl she'd been before, despite her drastic change in appearance.
"Don't be like that, toots," the imp said. "It was for your benefit. I did it to toughen you up."
Adriana gave Phil a goofy little smile. "It is better than before."
The imp stood up and puffed out his chest. "I'm her personal trainer now."
Adriana suppressed a giggle. She looked down at Phil's notes.
"Revising for Magus Stine's test?" she asked.
"Yes," Phil replied. "Have you already taken it?"
Adriana nodded.
"What's it on?" Phil asked.
"It's odd," Adriana said. "Magus Stine wasn't present for the test, nor were any of the staff. It was just his succubi, three of them. They asked me some fairly straightforward questions about my background and Mr Buggeritall. I thought they were trying to put me at ease before the test began, then they told me it was over and I was fine."
She shrugged.
"Maybe after all the recent deaths, accidents and students going missing, they're taking some extra precautions to try and keep us safe."
Mr Buggeritall suddenly moved from Adriana's right shoulder to her left.
"Oi, what are you up to, Greenie?" he asked Verdé. His prominent lower jaw jutted out like a bulldog's.
to be continued...
I wasn't sure how to post this chapter. The serialisation plan was mainly to keep me moving on the story. Then I stalled. Then I wrote virtually the whole thing one night while waiting at the airport. I think I'll put it up here anyway. It gives me a final chance to correct things for the ebook/novel version if it turns out I flubbed the ending.
The new parts will be posted a little more frequently than weekly (one every two days at a guess) and I'll return to the H-space Monster Girl Bestiary stories once I've finished up with Phil's current arc of adventures.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Obligatory still alive post :)
Yeah, I know I've gone and done that fade out thing again.
I've been off and away doing other stuff for the past month that has eaten most of my weekends. It's fine as it supplements my income and allows me to keep paying the bills and put food on the table. (And the travel is a great source of story inspiration as I'll reveal in a future blog post).
I would mention more, but I'm starting to realise why other writers keep shtum about projects until they actually come to fruition. It's a much better way of managing expectation.
I have been writing, but not H-space bestiary stories. My current rule for #ChaosWriting is if I get the urge to write Succubus Summoning, I drop everything else and write that, as it's the number one thing I need to get done at this point in time.
More later (when things come to fruition).
I've been off and away doing other stuff for the past month that has eaten most of my weekends. It's fine as it supplements my income and allows me to keep paying the bills and put food on the table. (And the travel is a great source of story inspiration as I'll reveal in a future blog post).
I would mention more, but I'm starting to realise why other writers keep shtum about projects until they actually come to fruition. It's a much better way of managing expectation.
I have been writing, but not H-space bestiary stories. My current rule for #ChaosWriting is if I get the urge to write Succubus Summoning, I drop everything else and write that, as it's the number one thing I need to get done at this point in time.
More later (when things come to fruition).
Friday, June 10, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Boob-Snake
Name: Boob-Snake (Don't blame me. This is the name used by the men and it's sort of stuck)
Type: Demon
Habitat: Underground caverns. Natural springs.
Description:
Another anatomically-perverse monstrosity. How did such horrors come to exist and why are their forms so familiar and yet horribly corrupted at the same time?
The boob-snake will usually be encountered lying in a pool of white liquid resembling milk. With the majority of their body submerged and hidden beneath the surface it's easy to mistake them for a beautiful naked woman resting in a hot spring. It's only when the boob-snake rises up out of the water that their true—inhuman—nature is revealed.
While their head, shoulders and chest are human in appearance, below there the thoracic region is repeated over and over again, so that the demon looks as though it has been extended into a snake with multiple rows of mammary glands. Mutations of this nature have been observed in annelids and arthropods, and indeed have played an important role in the evolution of some forms, but this isn't what is happening here—human anatomy simply shouldn't permit it.
Describing the 'boobs' of the boob-snake as mammary glands is technically incorrect. The 'milk' secreted by their breasts is a complex mixture of hormones and enzymes used to first render their male captives docile and then aid the boob-snake's absorption of her prey's fluids.
Attack Strategy:
They lie in wait in pools of white liquid and use their alluring beauty to tempt men into approaching them. Once the man strays close enough the boob-snake will surge from the water, coil her body around them and then drag them into her pool. Boob-snake pools usually have a secret tunnel underwater leading to a more secure cave where the demon can drain her victim without being interrupted.
Once she has caught a man, the boob-snake will strip them, exude her 'milk' over their naked body and then massage them with her many breasts. These look and feel like big soft human breasts and the sensation of them rubbing all over the body is intensely arousing. Once her captive is turned on enough, the boob-snake will force them to suckle her breasts. Getting her milk inside them aids the digestion process. Enzymes within the milk painlessly break down her prey's internal organs and her intense sexual stimulation causes them to ejaculate the resultant soup onto the boob-snake's breasts in a continuous uncontrollable orgasm. The boob-snake absorbs the ejaculate through her skin. The whole process is supposedly a lot more pleasant than it sounds, but you'll forgive me if I'd rather not experience it first-hand.
Countermeasures:
Don't talk to the strange naked woman sitting in a pool of fresh milk.
Boob-snakes share similar regenerative capabilities as other demon-class HSIOs. It is relatively easy to puncture their skin with either bullets or blades, but most of these wounds will close just as rapidly as they opened. Even fire has little permanent effect.
Until we can find substances to counteract their regenerative capabilities and given their speed and strength, it is highly recommended to give boob-snakes and their pools a wide berth.
Threat Level:
Moderate
(This would be High if they ever decided to leave their pools and actively hunt us.)
Type: Demon
Habitat: Underground caverns. Natural springs.
Description:
Another anatomically-perverse monstrosity. How did such horrors come to exist and why are their forms so familiar and yet horribly corrupted at the same time?
The boob-snake will usually be encountered lying in a pool of white liquid resembling milk. With the majority of their body submerged and hidden beneath the surface it's easy to mistake them for a beautiful naked woman resting in a hot spring. It's only when the boob-snake rises up out of the water that their true—inhuman—nature is revealed.
While their head, shoulders and chest are human in appearance, below there the thoracic region is repeated over and over again, so that the demon looks as though it has been extended into a snake with multiple rows of mammary glands. Mutations of this nature have been observed in annelids and arthropods, and indeed have played an important role in the evolution of some forms, but this isn't what is happening here—human anatomy simply shouldn't permit it.
Describing the 'boobs' of the boob-snake as mammary glands is technically incorrect. The 'milk' secreted by their breasts is a complex mixture of hormones and enzymes used to first render their male captives docile and then aid the boob-snake's absorption of her prey's fluids.
Attack Strategy:
They lie in wait in pools of white liquid and use their alluring beauty to tempt men into approaching them. Once the man strays close enough the boob-snake will surge from the water, coil her body around them and then drag them into her pool. Boob-snake pools usually have a secret tunnel underwater leading to a more secure cave where the demon can drain her victim without being interrupted.
Once she has caught a man, the boob-snake will strip them, exude her 'milk' over their naked body and then massage them with her many breasts. These look and feel like big soft human breasts and the sensation of them rubbing all over the body is intensely arousing. Once her captive is turned on enough, the boob-snake will force them to suckle her breasts. Getting her milk inside them aids the digestion process. Enzymes within the milk painlessly break down her prey's internal organs and her intense sexual stimulation causes them to ejaculate the resultant soup onto the boob-snake's breasts in a continuous uncontrollable orgasm. The boob-snake absorbs the ejaculate through her skin. The whole process is supposedly a lot more pleasant than it sounds, but you'll forgive me if I'd rather not experience it first-hand.
Countermeasures:
Don't talk to the strange naked woman sitting in a pool of fresh milk.
Boob-snakes share similar regenerative capabilities as other demon-class HSIOs. It is relatively easy to puncture their skin with either bullets or blades, but most of these wounds will close just as rapidly as they opened. Even fire has little permanent effect.
Until we can find substances to counteract their regenerative capabilities and given their speed and strength, it is highly recommended to give boob-snakes and their pools a wide berth.
Threat Level:
Moderate
(This would be High if they ever decided to leave their pools and actively hunt us.)
Thursday, June 09, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Boob-Snake
PFC Stewart Peter Bate had expected to see strange sights in an alien dimension, but nothing like this. What he saw—a naked blonde girl with lovely big round tits lounging in a pool—was not that unusual in itself. If this had been a sunken Jacuzzi in one of the more decadent areas of Vegas or LA, Bate wouldn't have been surprised. But here, in an underground cavern on an alien planet, hot naked blondes lounging in pools were not something he expected to stumble upon.
The cavern they stood in was around the same size as the main room of a small club. Phosphorescent mosses and lichens on the walls lit up the cavern with a soft blue glow. The rocky floor sloped down to a pool filled with an opaque white liquid that looked like milk. And sitting in the pool, her presence incongruous even if she seemed relaxed about her surroundings, was the blonde girl with the big round titties.
"What are you doing here, miss?" the squad leader, LT Lunn asked.
Lunn was young and green, barely out of West Point. There were rumors going around he was still a virgin.
The blonde girl rose up out of the pool and immediately the squad saw she wasn't what she appeared. Her first row of tits was followed by a second pair, and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth... They kept emerging from the water, pair after pair, as if she was a tampered image on a computer screen where someone had copied her bust and pasted endless copies beneath the original. She reared up above them, her chest stretched out so long she resembled a tall pink snake with two lines of firm pink boobs running down her underside.
A boob-snake, Bate thought with a mental snerk that was totally unsuitable for their current situation.
Caught by surprise by her bizarre appearance, the whole squad froze in place. The demon girl's gaze flitted from man to man before finally alighting on Bate. Then she swooped.
Bate's next few moments were a confusing blur of motion as he was picked up and cast into the pool with a loud splash. Some of the liquid got into his mouth and he was surprised to find that not only did it look like milk, it tasted like milk as well. He was less concerned with that than the thing in the water with him. Bate thrashed and fought and was able to free himself long enough to break the surface to grab a breath. Then something long and muscular coiled around his legs and lower body, and dragged him down...
...and down...
...and down...
...until Bate thought his lungs might burst. Then, just as Bate was facing the ignominy of drowning in a giant puddle of milk, he was dragged back upwards and deposited—gasping—on a beach of soft spongy white mud. He lay there for a moment, coughing and retching as he expelled the cloying liquid from his air passages.
He didn't get long to recover before hands grabbed the seat of his pants and dragged him backwards through the mud until his pants and underpants slipped down far enough for his unknown tormentor to remove them entirely. Bate had already lost his top and equipment on the way here. This final act of disrobing left him completely naked.
He rolled over and saw the demon woman looming over him. Closer up he saw she was a disconcerting mix of the beautiful and the grotesque. She had a pretty heart-shaped face with high cheekbones. Her head, shoulders and top pair of breasts would do a cheerleader proud. The exception to this were her eyes and ears. The latter were pointed and the former were milky-white orbs with neither iris nor pupil. Both of these were minor differences to the human form in comparison to her body below her first pair of breasts. Bate saw the additional tits streaming out behind her in a great long train. Each pair, in themselves, was fine. They were big, round and were covered in a sheen of liquid that gave them an appealing, shiny pink appearance. If anything that made it worst—to see such perfect examples of the female form stitched together in a Frankenstein's monster abomination.
Thankfully the demon woman wasn't making any hostile moves. After stripping Bate she seemed content to simply smile at him as he lay on the soft white mud. Could she be... friendly?
She moved up to Bate and cupped hands beneath her top row of bulging breasts.
"Do you like them?" she asked. "You can touch them. I like them being touched."
More than friendly, even.
Bate reached out and placed a hand on her tit. It felt as good as it looked—warm, soft, the skin silky-smooth. Emboldened by her lack of resistance to his touching an intimate part of her body, Bate gave her boob an experimental squeeze. It was pleasantly malleable like a boob and the skin dimpled and deformed before springing back like nubile flesh. Enjoying the sensations of touching her, Bate rubbed a finger against the erect rubbery nub of her nipple.
Bate squeezed a little harder. Her breast gave a little shiver and squirted warm milk into the palm of his hand.
"Oops," the demon girl said. "I'm a little full."
Bate kept pawing her soft pink flesh. He marveled at the feel, the weight. The last time he'd touched tits that felt as good as this they'd belonged to a big-titted stripper down in Vegas. He'd enjoyed touching them. He'd enjoyed fucking her in his truck after her shift had ended even more.
"They all feel as good as this," the blonde girl said. "Stand up and let me rub them all over your body."
Bate did as she asked and let her coil her long body around him. She surrounded him in a sinuous dance. She slid his leg through her cleavage, but it wasn't a single pair of breasts but a whole train of them. Her nipples traced lines across his buttocks and up his back. She slid his left arm through the groove of her many cleavages, then his right. She pressed his face between one set of soft tits, then another, and another.
Bate was lifted off the floor and wrapped up in her warm breasts. They pressed against him like soft cushions and as she moved her body he felt her erect nipples rubbing all over him. Milky fluids oozed from her teats and let her slide all over Bate with greater ease. It felt incredible. It was like he was buried in a jumble of writhing big-titted strippers.
The boob-snake demon pressed his face into her top left breast.
"Drink," she ordered. "Taste how delicious my milk is."
Was Bate into this kind of shit—suckling at a woman's tit like an overgrown baby? The demon woman didn't offer him a choice. Her arms were like iron bars around the back of his head as she pressed his face into the soft fleshy pillow of her giant boob. Her nipple squirted and Bate's mouth filled up with milk.
He drank it.
Bate didn't know if he was into this kind of kinky shit, but he did know her milk was delicious. The taste was of milk, but with an extra something that slid down Bate's throat like fine whiskey on a cold evening and warmed him up from the inside. The taste grew on Bate. At first he wasn't sure. Then he wanted more. Then he needed more. He actively sucked on her teat while she gently ruffled fingers through his short hair.
Not only did Bate feel warm inside, he felt horny. Really really horny.
Sure, having lots of big round naked tits rubbing all over his body, jostling his erection, would do that to a man, but this was more. Maybe he was into this kinky adult breast-feeding thing. Or there was something in her milk that really got his balls juiced. Either way, Bate started to hump his hips against her. What he really wanted to do was bury his hard-on in tight wet pussy, but he couldn't find it and didn't even know if she had one. Instead he found the tight warm cleft between her swollen tits and decided they were close enough.
The many-titted demon woman helped him out. She gave a little flex and it felt like she'd put a hand on either side of her breasts and was pressing them together around Bate's cock. She moved against him and created friction as Bate's cock slid back and forth between her soft fleshy pillows. The rubbing, the suckling, the feel of her erect nipples tracing moist lines across his flesh, the feel of her soft tits sandwiching his hard cock... it took him over the edge. He moaned into her smothering boob and trembled as he released a great flood of semen into the fleshy cleft between her tits.
His moan of orgasm was only a slight pause before he was back at her teat and guzzling down more of her delicious milk. He couldn't get enough of it, or the warm tingly glow it spread through him.
She coiled more tightly around him and squashed her many boobs against his body. Her body flexed and pulsed as she dragged Bate's cock back and forth between her tits.
Strange. He'd poured out so much cum her tits should be sticky with it. Instead they felt just as silky-smooth as when he'd first touched them. It was like she'd absorbed it all through her skin.
Not that Bate cared. He sucked up more of her delicious milk and luxuriated in the sensation of her many boobs rubbing against him.
Oh yes.
He shuddered and released another great flood of cum all over her wonderful tits. So much this time it was almost like he was taking a piss, but with the great throbbing bursts of pleasure that came from every orgasm.
He wondered if her milk was helping him—making his balls swell up with rampant vitality. Yes, he was sure her milk was helping him. Needing little excuse, he gulped down more of her secretions and, coaxed by her luscious breasts, let out another massive flood of semen.
Her milk was helping, but not in a way Bate would have liked had he been clear-headed enough to realize what it was doing to him. All that semen had to come from somewhere, and that somewhere was Bate's muscle, flesh and internal organs. He poured his fluids out onto her in pulsing bursts and the demon woman absorbed them through her skin. By the time the rest of his squad found the secret underwater tunnel that led to this secret cave all that was left of Bate were scraps of his empty skin.
The cavern they stood in was around the same size as the main room of a small club. Phosphorescent mosses and lichens on the walls lit up the cavern with a soft blue glow. The rocky floor sloped down to a pool filled with an opaque white liquid that looked like milk. And sitting in the pool, her presence incongruous even if she seemed relaxed about her surroundings, was the blonde girl with the big round titties.
"What are you doing here, miss?" the squad leader, LT Lunn asked.
Lunn was young and green, barely out of West Point. There were rumors going around he was still a virgin.
The blonde girl rose up out of the pool and immediately the squad saw she wasn't what she appeared. Her first row of tits was followed by a second pair, and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth... They kept emerging from the water, pair after pair, as if she was a tampered image on a computer screen where someone had copied her bust and pasted endless copies beneath the original. She reared up above them, her chest stretched out so long she resembled a tall pink snake with two lines of firm pink boobs running down her underside.
A boob-snake, Bate thought with a mental snerk that was totally unsuitable for their current situation.
Caught by surprise by her bizarre appearance, the whole squad froze in place. The demon girl's gaze flitted from man to man before finally alighting on Bate. Then she swooped.
Bate's next few moments were a confusing blur of motion as he was picked up and cast into the pool with a loud splash. Some of the liquid got into his mouth and he was surprised to find that not only did it look like milk, it tasted like milk as well. He was less concerned with that than the thing in the water with him. Bate thrashed and fought and was able to free himself long enough to break the surface to grab a breath. Then something long and muscular coiled around his legs and lower body, and dragged him down...
...and down...
...and down...
...until Bate thought his lungs might burst. Then, just as Bate was facing the ignominy of drowning in a giant puddle of milk, he was dragged back upwards and deposited—gasping—on a beach of soft spongy white mud. He lay there for a moment, coughing and retching as he expelled the cloying liquid from his air passages.
He didn't get long to recover before hands grabbed the seat of his pants and dragged him backwards through the mud until his pants and underpants slipped down far enough for his unknown tormentor to remove them entirely. Bate had already lost his top and equipment on the way here. This final act of disrobing left him completely naked.
He rolled over and saw the demon woman looming over him. Closer up he saw she was a disconcerting mix of the beautiful and the grotesque. She had a pretty heart-shaped face with high cheekbones. Her head, shoulders and top pair of breasts would do a cheerleader proud. The exception to this were her eyes and ears. The latter were pointed and the former were milky-white orbs with neither iris nor pupil. Both of these were minor differences to the human form in comparison to her body below her first pair of breasts. Bate saw the additional tits streaming out behind her in a great long train. Each pair, in themselves, was fine. They were big, round and were covered in a sheen of liquid that gave them an appealing, shiny pink appearance. If anything that made it worst—to see such perfect examples of the female form stitched together in a Frankenstein's monster abomination.
Thankfully the demon woman wasn't making any hostile moves. After stripping Bate she seemed content to simply smile at him as he lay on the soft white mud. Could she be... friendly?
She moved up to Bate and cupped hands beneath her top row of bulging breasts.
"Do you like them?" she asked. "You can touch them. I like them being touched."
More than friendly, even.
Bate reached out and placed a hand on her tit. It felt as good as it looked—warm, soft, the skin silky-smooth. Emboldened by her lack of resistance to his touching an intimate part of her body, Bate gave her boob an experimental squeeze. It was pleasantly malleable like a boob and the skin dimpled and deformed before springing back like nubile flesh. Enjoying the sensations of touching her, Bate rubbed a finger against the erect rubbery nub of her nipple.
Bate squeezed a little harder. Her breast gave a little shiver and squirted warm milk into the palm of his hand.
"Oops," the demon girl said. "I'm a little full."
Bate kept pawing her soft pink flesh. He marveled at the feel, the weight. The last time he'd touched tits that felt as good as this they'd belonged to a big-titted stripper down in Vegas. He'd enjoyed touching them. He'd enjoyed fucking her in his truck after her shift had ended even more.
"They all feel as good as this," the blonde girl said. "Stand up and let me rub them all over your body."
Bate did as she asked and let her coil her long body around him. She surrounded him in a sinuous dance. She slid his leg through her cleavage, but it wasn't a single pair of breasts but a whole train of them. Her nipples traced lines across his buttocks and up his back. She slid his left arm through the groove of her many cleavages, then his right. She pressed his face between one set of soft tits, then another, and another.
Bate was lifted off the floor and wrapped up in her warm breasts. They pressed against him like soft cushions and as she moved her body he felt her erect nipples rubbing all over him. Milky fluids oozed from her teats and let her slide all over Bate with greater ease. It felt incredible. It was like he was buried in a jumble of writhing big-titted strippers.
The boob-snake demon pressed his face into her top left breast.
"Drink," she ordered. "Taste how delicious my milk is."
Was Bate into this kind of shit—suckling at a woman's tit like an overgrown baby? The demon woman didn't offer him a choice. Her arms were like iron bars around the back of his head as she pressed his face into the soft fleshy pillow of her giant boob. Her nipple squirted and Bate's mouth filled up with milk.
He drank it.
Bate didn't know if he was into this kind of kinky shit, but he did know her milk was delicious. The taste was of milk, but with an extra something that slid down Bate's throat like fine whiskey on a cold evening and warmed him up from the inside. The taste grew on Bate. At first he wasn't sure. Then he wanted more. Then he needed more. He actively sucked on her teat while she gently ruffled fingers through his short hair.
Not only did Bate feel warm inside, he felt horny. Really really horny.
Sure, having lots of big round naked tits rubbing all over his body, jostling his erection, would do that to a man, but this was more. Maybe he was into this kinky adult breast-feeding thing. Or there was something in her milk that really got his balls juiced. Either way, Bate started to hump his hips against her. What he really wanted to do was bury his hard-on in tight wet pussy, but he couldn't find it and didn't even know if she had one. Instead he found the tight warm cleft between her swollen tits and decided they were close enough.
The many-titted demon woman helped him out. She gave a little flex and it felt like she'd put a hand on either side of her breasts and was pressing them together around Bate's cock. She moved against him and created friction as Bate's cock slid back and forth between her soft fleshy pillows. The rubbing, the suckling, the feel of her erect nipples tracing moist lines across his flesh, the feel of her soft tits sandwiching his hard cock... it took him over the edge. He moaned into her smothering boob and trembled as he released a great flood of semen into the fleshy cleft between her tits.
His moan of orgasm was only a slight pause before he was back at her teat and guzzling down more of her delicious milk. He couldn't get enough of it, or the warm tingly glow it spread through him.
She coiled more tightly around him and squashed her many boobs against his body. Her body flexed and pulsed as she dragged Bate's cock back and forth between her tits.
Strange. He'd poured out so much cum her tits should be sticky with it. Instead they felt just as silky-smooth as when he'd first touched them. It was like she'd absorbed it all through her skin.
Not that Bate cared. He sucked up more of her delicious milk and luxuriated in the sensation of her many boobs rubbing against him.
Oh yes.
He shuddered and released another great flood of cum all over her wonderful tits. So much this time it was almost like he was taking a piss, but with the great throbbing bursts of pleasure that came from every orgasm.
He wondered if her milk was helping him—making his balls swell up with rampant vitality. Yes, he was sure her milk was helping him. Needing little excuse, he gulped down more of her secretions and, coaxed by her luscious breasts, let out another massive flood of semen.
Her milk was helping, but not in a way Bate would have liked had he been clear-headed enough to realize what it was doing to him. All that semen had to come from somewhere, and that somewhere was Bate's muscle, flesh and internal organs. He poured his fluids out onto her in pulsing bursts and the demon woman absorbed them through her skin. By the time the rest of his squad found the secret underwater tunnel that led to this secret cave all that was left of Bate were scraps of his empty skin.
Friday, June 03, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Glass Arachne
Name: Glass Arachne
Type: Arachne
Habitat: Underground Caves
Description:
One of the many types of arachne or spider-woman demon that infest the cave systems beneath the surface of H-space. They are a nightmarish combination of spider and woman, with a humanoid torso replacing the head of a gigantic spider. All arachnes encountered so far have been female and it is unknown whether male arachnes exist at all.
Glass arachne are unusual in that the integument of their spider half is completely transparent. Before coming to H-space I might have postulated it an adaptation for living in lightless caves. Now I wouldn't be surprised if it's because the spider demon wants to show exactly what she's doing to her prey's penis while it is inside her.
Attack Strategy:
As with Earth spiders, glass arachnes use webs to catch prey. Their webs are pink rather than white. This is because the silk is impregnated with a powerful aphrodisiac toxin that is absorbed on skin contact. Vibrations in the web inform the arachne of potential prey and the aphrodisiac venom keeps the prey distracted long enough for the arachne to reach them and drag them off with ropes of sticky silk.
Once in her lair the arachne wraps her prey up in a cocoon of venom-saturated silk. Exposure to larger quantities of the aphrodisiac toxin triggers a physiological change in the subject that results in massive overproduction of seminal fluids at the expense of all other biological processes. The arachne stimulates her prey sexually and slowly sucks out all their fluids through their penis. While the intermediary steps are more complex, the end result is exactly what you'd expect to see if a man was predated on by a giant spider—a mummified husk wrapped up in silk.
The glass arachne can imbibe their victim's fluids through her mouth, vagina, anus and even the specialised canal where her silks are produced. They seem to prefer using their abdomen, despite its repulsive non-human appearance. I suspect they gain a perverse delight from this, as they seem to enjoy showing their victims what they're doing to them and will often pick a sexual position that allows their victim to see his own penis inside her.
Countermeasures:
Despite the glass arachne's delicate glass-like appearance, their exoskeleton, even the parts covering their human half, is hard enough to function as protective armour. Small calibre bullets and knives will have trouble penetrating. As with other arachnes, they don't like fire and flamethrowers have proven very effective.
Glass arachne webs should not be touched without protective clothing as the aphrodisiac toxin is absorbed through the skin and acts quickly.
For a while we were able to lure arachnes into traps by vibrating their webs and ambushing those that came to investigate. Unfortunately, they possess human-equivalent intelligence and quickly wised up to this strategy. The last time it was attempted it resulted in a counter-ambush that resulted in the loss of the whole team.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
Don't touch any strange webs you might encounter underground.
Type: Arachne
Habitat: Underground Caves
Description:
One of the many types of arachne or spider-woman demon that infest the cave systems beneath the surface of H-space. They are a nightmarish combination of spider and woman, with a humanoid torso replacing the head of a gigantic spider. All arachnes encountered so far have been female and it is unknown whether male arachnes exist at all.
Glass arachne are unusual in that the integument of their spider half is completely transparent. Before coming to H-space I might have postulated it an adaptation for living in lightless caves. Now I wouldn't be surprised if it's because the spider demon wants to show exactly what she's doing to her prey's penis while it is inside her.
Attack Strategy:
As with Earth spiders, glass arachnes use webs to catch prey. Their webs are pink rather than white. This is because the silk is impregnated with a powerful aphrodisiac toxin that is absorbed on skin contact. Vibrations in the web inform the arachne of potential prey and the aphrodisiac venom keeps the prey distracted long enough for the arachne to reach them and drag them off with ropes of sticky silk.
Once in her lair the arachne wraps her prey up in a cocoon of venom-saturated silk. Exposure to larger quantities of the aphrodisiac toxin triggers a physiological change in the subject that results in massive overproduction of seminal fluids at the expense of all other biological processes. The arachne stimulates her prey sexually and slowly sucks out all their fluids through their penis. While the intermediary steps are more complex, the end result is exactly what you'd expect to see if a man was predated on by a giant spider—a mummified husk wrapped up in silk.
The glass arachne can imbibe their victim's fluids through her mouth, vagina, anus and even the specialised canal where her silks are produced. They seem to prefer using their abdomen, despite its repulsive non-human appearance. I suspect they gain a perverse delight from this, as they seem to enjoy showing their victims what they're doing to them and will often pick a sexual position that allows their victim to see his own penis inside her.
Countermeasures:
Despite the glass arachne's delicate glass-like appearance, their exoskeleton, even the parts covering their human half, is hard enough to function as protective armour. Small calibre bullets and knives will have trouble penetrating. As with other arachnes, they don't like fire and flamethrowers have proven very effective.
Glass arachne webs should not be touched without protective clothing as the aphrodisiac toxin is absorbed through the skin and acts quickly.
For a while we were able to lure arachnes into traps by vibrating their webs and ambushing those that came to investigate. Unfortunately, they possess human-equivalent intelligence and quickly wised up to this strategy. The last time it was attempted it resulted in a counter-ambush that resulted in the loss of the whole team.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
Don't touch any strange webs you might encounter underground.
Thursday, June 02, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Glass Arachne
The spider's body looked as though it had been spun out of glass. Its cuticle was transparent and the body looked as delicate as the microscopic plankton CPL Stewart Peter Bate had observed while studying Biology back at university. Unlike those tiny organisms swimming around in a petri dish, this spider was not microscopic in scale, being about the same size as a full-grown person.
It also wasn't a spider. Where the head should be was the upper half—torso, head and shoulders—of a woman. Or rather, something that looked like a woman. Her ears were long and pointed. And while her human half had more color than her spider half, being a fleshy shade of pink, her skin had a similar translucency to decorative glass. She had six shiny black ovals on her forehead. They could have been ornate stones, but Bate had a feeling they were additional eyes.
Before putting aside such childish things on becoming a man and entering the military, Bate used to play Dungeons & Dragons with the other kids in the neighborhood. He remembered there was a monster that was half-spider, half-woman—drider. Out here they used another name—arachne, from the Greek myth. One was fiction, the other myth. The creature standing in front of Bate on a thick strand of shimmery pink webbing was neither. He shivered as she approached him.
"Oh, are you cold?" the glass arachne asked. Her voice was high, musical and utterly alien.
Bate was naked and the stone cavern he was currently suspended in was drafty and chilly, but this wasn't the reason why he was shivering.
The arachne scuttled up to him and placed a warm hand against his exposed skin.
"Why, you are," she said. "I can feel the gooseflesh. Poor thing. I'll spin you something nice to keep you warm."
She sprayed thick silken thread from the tip of her bulbous abdomen and wrapped it around Bate in a fluffy cocoon. The silk was pink and impregnated with a substance that was absorbed through Bate's skin.
"Does that feel better?"
She hung from Bate's cocooned back while she finished up wrapping his legs.
"I might be a spider, but I don't bite," she whispered in his ear and then promptly contradicted that by giving him a playful nip on the earlobe. "Not hard anyway," she said, close enough for her warm breath to tickle through the folds and crevices of his ear. "My venom is in my webs."
And she'd wrapped them all around Bate. He felt the tingling warmth of her venom sinking into him, spreading through him, making changes...
"It's poisoning you right now," she whispered, "but you don't need to be afraid. I'm not like other spiders. My venom isn't nasty and painful. It will make you feel nice... make you feel horny."
She reached around to stroke Bate's visible erection.
Bate knew this. The glass arachne's aphrodisiac-steeped webs were how he'd gotten into this predicament.
He'd been exploring the tunnels close to Camp Jacob with his squad when they'd encountered the cobwebs. They looked like earth spiderwebs, although the strands were thicker and a pinkish color instead of white.
Karlsson, at point, raised an arm to brush them aside when passing through a particularly thick curtain of the stuff. He came to an abrupt halt the moment the silken strands came into contact with the exposed flesh of his forearm.
"Whoa," he said.
"What is it?" Bate asked.
"You gotta feel this," Karlsson said. "It feels weird... nice..."
Bate tentatively touched one of the silken lines. Unlike normal cobweb, it wasn't sticky. Instead it felt smooth like expensive silk. Bate wrapped a fist around it and...
Whoa.
A warm tingle spread down his arm and collected as a warm glow in his genitals. Karlsson was right. It felt really nice. Nice enough to turn Bate on. He felt a constriction in his underwear and realized his penis had swelled up in an erection.
Karlsson pressed two hands into the big cobweb stretched along the tunnel wall. He let out a soft little sigh and his hips gave an almost imperceptible twitch that made Bate wonder if the other man had just jizzed his pants.
Bate didn't care either way. Idly, he was wondering what it would feel like to grab a handful of that silk and rub it up and down his cock. He gave serious consideration to pulling his pants down and giving it a try.
Then the spider-women with their sticky ropes came and dragged the men off to caverns deeper underground.
And now he was wrapped up in a cocoon of the same thread. His body trembled uncontrollably as hot flushes ran through him. His cock, the only part of his body aside from his face not currently cocooned in thick silk, bulged outwards—a throbbing pole of flesh. It was so engorged with blood Bate feared it might blow at any moment. He rocked his hips back and forth in a feverish attempt to rub his erection against anything that would provide the friction to get him off. The cocoon restricted his movements too much to let him and all that happened was his bulging manhood waggled comically in the air.
The spider-woman smiled at the display. She'd made a hammock out of her webbing and was lying back on it as she faced him. Bate saw the internal organs of her spider abdomen pulsing away through her transparent cuticle.
"Time to feed," she said. "And this, I'm sorry to say, is where I'm very much like a spider. I'm going to suck all your juices out of you."
Bate's eyes widened and he would have cried out had his mouth not been gagged with silk.
"Don't look at me like that," the arachne said with a teasing smile. "You don't know which juices I'm about to suck or how I'll suck them. I think you'll like it."
The tip of her abdomen opened up and revealed a fleshy tunnel with transparent fleshy walls slathered in wet lubricant.
"I'm going to put you in my thread pot and squirt my softest silk all around that big fat prick until you go mad with the pleasure."
Her abdomen swung forwards. The tip caught the head of Bate's bobbing erection and drew it into that tight wet orifice. Bate closed his eyes and braced himself to feel something horrible—cold, wet, slimy. Instead it felt very similar to entering a warm, tight, wet vagina. The moist walls squeezed and rippled. Muscular undulations grabbed his cock and pulled him deeper inside her. He could even see it happening. The fleshy tunnel, like her outer exoskeleton, was completely transparent. He saw his engorged cock moving back and forth inside her. He watched as his foreskin was dragged back and forth by her tight walls rubbing against him. It felt like fucking... filthy, tight fucking.
Anal with a spider, part of his mind giggled.
"Oh yes," the arachne said. "That feels good doesn't it. And now my special silk."
Strange organs—her silk glands—pulsed and worked within her see-through abdomen. Lines of pink fluid streamed out of them and collected in bulbous reservoirs along the length of her fleshy tunnel. Those bulbs contracted and sunken spinnerets span and wrapped sheets of wet silk around Bate's member. As the arachne's abdomen pulsed and moved back and forth Bate felt the smooth silken threads slide up and down his shaft. The threads caught on the ridge where the bulbous head of his cock swelled outwards and flicked back and forth, the stimulation causing Bate to squirm in helpless pleasure. Her aphrodisiac venom was stronger here, being in direct contact with the organ she wanted to stimulate.
The glass arachne sighed and let out erotic moans as she moved her abdomen back and forth. One hand cupped her breast and she rubbed a finger over her erect nipple in a circular motion. Her other hand went down to her sex and she sent two slender fingers down between her labia to rummage around inside her silken depths. She pleasured herself as she pleasured Bate.
Her sunken spinnerets squeezed more silk around Bate's throbbing hard-on. This she didn't bother to weave, instead smothering Bate's cock in a thick sticky pillow of molten silk. Her walls undulated and squeezed as she squished the aphrodisiac-laden glob against him. Her venom seeped through the skin of his penis and stoked his arousal into a raging inferno.
"I've given you my silk, now it's time for you to give me your fluids," she said.
Air hissed between her teeth as she took in a breath. The walls of her thread pot narrowed. She spurted more dollops of wet, sticky silk onto Bate's twitching cock.
The sensation took Bate over the edge and he broke with a muffled cry. His cock throbbed and he spurted thick ropes of cum inside her. The glass arachne sighed with satisfaction as his milky-white issue spread throughout her see-through abdomen. Strands were drawn into her pulsing silk glands and their output changed. The pink silk travelling in pulsing lines down to the tip of her abdomen gave off a faint glow. She squirted the new mixture and Bate felt like his cock had been wrapped up in pure heaven. Muscles spasmed uncontrollably in his sex organs as he released an even greater quantity of semen inside her.
"Ahh," the spider-woman sighed. "I don't suck the fluids out of my prey. They give them to me freely, in great throbbing spurts of pleasure."
Her abdomen throbbed and pulsed. Her muscular walls squished the warm gooey mess against Bate's out-of-control cock. His erection wasn't going down and neither were his ejaculations finished. He threw back his head as another great flood of semen erupted from him.
"Yesss," the arachne hissed. "Pump them into me."
Bate's ejaculations blurred together. His semen—his fluids—spurted from him in a continuous throbbing stream. It spread through her abdomen until the cuticle started to lose its transparency and take on a milky-white luster.
Bate's vision faded as he emptied out. At the end he thought he saw a cloud of shiny billowing motes spout from the end of his cock. And then, weirdly, he was that cloud of billowing motes, staring out through the translucent wall of her abdomen at his cocooned and withered husk. The sense of dislocation was short and temporary. The next moment the floating fragments of his soul were drawn into a vile black organ at the heart of the demon and he knew no more.
It also wasn't a spider. Where the head should be was the upper half—torso, head and shoulders—of a woman. Or rather, something that looked like a woman. Her ears were long and pointed. And while her human half had more color than her spider half, being a fleshy shade of pink, her skin had a similar translucency to decorative glass. She had six shiny black ovals on her forehead. They could have been ornate stones, but Bate had a feeling they were additional eyes.
Before putting aside such childish things on becoming a man and entering the military, Bate used to play Dungeons & Dragons with the other kids in the neighborhood. He remembered there was a monster that was half-spider, half-woman—drider. Out here they used another name—arachne, from the Greek myth. One was fiction, the other myth. The creature standing in front of Bate on a thick strand of shimmery pink webbing was neither. He shivered as she approached him.
"Oh, are you cold?" the glass arachne asked. Her voice was high, musical and utterly alien.
Bate was naked and the stone cavern he was currently suspended in was drafty and chilly, but this wasn't the reason why he was shivering.
The arachne scuttled up to him and placed a warm hand against his exposed skin.
"Why, you are," she said. "I can feel the gooseflesh. Poor thing. I'll spin you something nice to keep you warm."
She sprayed thick silken thread from the tip of her bulbous abdomen and wrapped it around Bate in a fluffy cocoon. The silk was pink and impregnated with a substance that was absorbed through Bate's skin.
"Does that feel better?"
She hung from Bate's cocooned back while she finished up wrapping his legs.
"I might be a spider, but I don't bite," she whispered in his ear and then promptly contradicted that by giving him a playful nip on the earlobe. "Not hard anyway," she said, close enough for her warm breath to tickle through the folds and crevices of his ear. "My venom is in my webs."
And she'd wrapped them all around Bate. He felt the tingling warmth of her venom sinking into him, spreading through him, making changes...
"It's poisoning you right now," she whispered, "but you don't need to be afraid. I'm not like other spiders. My venom isn't nasty and painful. It will make you feel nice... make you feel horny."
She reached around to stroke Bate's visible erection.
Bate knew this. The glass arachne's aphrodisiac-steeped webs were how he'd gotten into this predicament.
He'd been exploring the tunnels close to Camp Jacob with his squad when they'd encountered the cobwebs. They looked like earth spiderwebs, although the strands were thicker and a pinkish color instead of white.
Karlsson, at point, raised an arm to brush them aside when passing through a particularly thick curtain of the stuff. He came to an abrupt halt the moment the silken strands came into contact with the exposed flesh of his forearm.
"Whoa," he said.
"What is it?" Bate asked.
"You gotta feel this," Karlsson said. "It feels weird... nice..."
Bate tentatively touched one of the silken lines. Unlike normal cobweb, it wasn't sticky. Instead it felt smooth like expensive silk. Bate wrapped a fist around it and...
Whoa.
A warm tingle spread down his arm and collected as a warm glow in his genitals. Karlsson was right. It felt really nice. Nice enough to turn Bate on. He felt a constriction in his underwear and realized his penis had swelled up in an erection.
Karlsson pressed two hands into the big cobweb stretched along the tunnel wall. He let out a soft little sigh and his hips gave an almost imperceptible twitch that made Bate wonder if the other man had just jizzed his pants.
Bate didn't care either way. Idly, he was wondering what it would feel like to grab a handful of that silk and rub it up and down his cock. He gave serious consideration to pulling his pants down and giving it a try.
Then the spider-women with their sticky ropes came and dragged the men off to caverns deeper underground.
And now he was wrapped up in a cocoon of the same thread. His body trembled uncontrollably as hot flushes ran through him. His cock, the only part of his body aside from his face not currently cocooned in thick silk, bulged outwards—a throbbing pole of flesh. It was so engorged with blood Bate feared it might blow at any moment. He rocked his hips back and forth in a feverish attempt to rub his erection against anything that would provide the friction to get him off. The cocoon restricted his movements too much to let him and all that happened was his bulging manhood waggled comically in the air.
The spider-woman smiled at the display. She'd made a hammock out of her webbing and was lying back on it as she faced him. Bate saw the internal organs of her spider abdomen pulsing away through her transparent cuticle.
"Time to feed," she said. "And this, I'm sorry to say, is where I'm very much like a spider. I'm going to suck all your juices out of you."
Bate's eyes widened and he would have cried out had his mouth not been gagged with silk.
"Don't look at me like that," the arachne said with a teasing smile. "You don't know which juices I'm about to suck or how I'll suck them. I think you'll like it."
The tip of her abdomen opened up and revealed a fleshy tunnel with transparent fleshy walls slathered in wet lubricant.
"I'm going to put you in my thread pot and squirt my softest silk all around that big fat prick until you go mad with the pleasure."
Her abdomen swung forwards. The tip caught the head of Bate's bobbing erection and drew it into that tight wet orifice. Bate closed his eyes and braced himself to feel something horrible—cold, wet, slimy. Instead it felt very similar to entering a warm, tight, wet vagina. The moist walls squeezed and rippled. Muscular undulations grabbed his cock and pulled him deeper inside her. He could even see it happening. The fleshy tunnel, like her outer exoskeleton, was completely transparent. He saw his engorged cock moving back and forth inside her. He watched as his foreskin was dragged back and forth by her tight walls rubbing against him. It felt like fucking... filthy, tight fucking.
Anal with a spider, part of his mind giggled.
"Oh yes," the arachne said. "That feels good doesn't it. And now my special silk."
Strange organs—her silk glands—pulsed and worked within her see-through abdomen. Lines of pink fluid streamed out of them and collected in bulbous reservoirs along the length of her fleshy tunnel. Those bulbs contracted and sunken spinnerets span and wrapped sheets of wet silk around Bate's member. As the arachne's abdomen pulsed and moved back and forth Bate felt the smooth silken threads slide up and down his shaft. The threads caught on the ridge where the bulbous head of his cock swelled outwards and flicked back and forth, the stimulation causing Bate to squirm in helpless pleasure. Her aphrodisiac venom was stronger here, being in direct contact with the organ she wanted to stimulate.
The glass arachne sighed and let out erotic moans as she moved her abdomen back and forth. One hand cupped her breast and she rubbed a finger over her erect nipple in a circular motion. Her other hand went down to her sex and she sent two slender fingers down between her labia to rummage around inside her silken depths. She pleasured herself as she pleasured Bate.
Her sunken spinnerets squeezed more silk around Bate's throbbing hard-on. This she didn't bother to weave, instead smothering Bate's cock in a thick sticky pillow of molten silk. Her walls undulated and squeezed as she squished the aphrodisiac-laden glob against him. Her venom seeped through the skin of his penis and stoked his arousal into a raging inferno.
"I've given you my silk, now it's time for you to give me your fluids," she said.
Air hissed between her teeth as she took in a breath. The walls of her thread pot narrowed. She spurted more dollops of wet, sticky silk onto Bate's twitching cock.
The sensation took Bate over the edge and he broke with a muffled cry. His cock throbbed and he spurted thick ropes of cum inside her. The glass arachne sighed with satisfaction as his milky-white issue spread throughout her see-through abdomen. Strands were drawn into her pulsing silk glands and their output changed. The pink silk travelling in pulsing lines down to the tip of her abdomen gave off a faint glow. She squirted the new mixture and Bate felt like his cock had been wrapped up in pure heaven. Muscles spasmed uncontrollably in his sex organs as he released an even greater quantity of semen inside her.
"Ahh," the spider-woman sighed. "I don't suck the fluids out of my prey. They give them to me freely, in great throbbing spurts of pleasure."
Her abdomen throbbed and pulsed. Her muscular walls squished the warm gooey mess against Bate's out-of-control cock. His erection wasn't going down and neither were his ejaculations finished. He threw back his head as another great flood of semen erupted from him.
"Yesss," the arachne hissed. "Pump them into me."
Bate's ejaculations blurred together. His semen—his fluids—spurted from him in a continuous throbbing stream. It spread through her abdomen until the cuticle started to lose its transparency and take on a milky-white luster.
Bate's vision faded as he emptied out. At the end he thought he saw a cloud of shiny billowing motes spout from the end of his cock. And then, weirdly, he was that cloud of billowing motes, staring out through the translucent wall of her abdomen at his cocooned and withered husk. The sense of dislocation was short and temporary. The next moment the floating fragments of his soul were drawn into a vile black organ at the heart of the demon and he knew no more.
Friday, May 27, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Bubblegum Blobgirl
Name: Bubblegum Blobgirl
Type: Slime Girl
Habitat: Underground caves. Ruins.
Description:
An amorphous pink blob with the ability to take on a facsimile of human form. As with the other H-space slime or blob girls, the form most often taken is that of a naked and alluring human woman. This is not a disguise as such—the blobgirl is unable to accurately replicate features such as eyes and hair, so they resemble more a clay sculpture of a human being and are unlikely to be mistaken for the real thing unless in exceptionally poor lighting. The real purpose is to distract and sometimes even arouse potential prey. For this reason the blob girl usually takes a form that looks like an exaggerated sex-fantasy ideal of the feminine figure, with very large breasts being a common feature.
Unlike some of the other slime girls that have been observed in H-space, such as specimen HA-001 and the pink cushionblobs, the bubblegum blobgirl is completely opaque. In colour and texture they resemble pieces of bubblegum, hence the name.
Given their viscosity, stickiness and ability to partially adopt human form, I wonder if it would be better to classify bubblegum blobgirls as a primitive type of mimic and an offshoot from the main branch of slime girls.
Bubblegum blobgirls vary in size from small ones about the same size as fully-grown human to much larger ones about the same size as a truck. The larger ones are capable of manifesting multiple humanoid appendages to 'play' with any men they manage to capture.
There are also rumours of much vaster blobgirls inhabiting the deeper caverns. So far this hasn't been confirmed, but would be rather worrisome if true.
Attack Strategy:
Bubblegum blobgirls are extremely sticky. Any person coming into contact with the surface of a blobgirl will become stuck and unable to pull away while the blobgirl slowly enfolds them with her amorphous body.
Bubblegum blobgirls do not consume their prey like an earth amoeba or even the blob monsters of tacky horror films. The fluids they secrete around trapped prey are not digestive acids but a complex blend of hormones that are absorbed through the skin. These substances subtly hijack parts of the subject's biochemical processes as well as massively over-stimulating the libido. The blobgirl uses her soft sticky body to excite the sex organs of her victim and induce in them an unnatural state of hyper-arousal where they ejaculate continuously without being able to stop. This continues until her prey is drained of all fluids.
This feeding pattern has been observed so many times and in so many different HSIOs it would be a mistake to continue to think of it as unusual at this point.
Countermeasures:
In the open bubblegum blobgirls are very slow and easily avoided. They are much more dangerous in confined areas with low lighting where they can creep up on men undetected or even lure them by assuming the form of a 'perfect sex fantasy'.
Conventional weaponry is once again extremely ineffective. Bullets don't penetrate far through the blobgirl's sticky mass and it is uncertain if there are even vital organs that can be targeted. Bladed weapons get stuck in the blobgirl's sticky body and expose the wielder to a greater risk of coming into skin contact with the blobgirl and getting trapped.
Fortunately, the blobgirls don't appear to like extremes of cold and heat, and some of our soldiers have found flamethrowers to be particularly effective in driving them off.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
At least the ones that have been observed. If the rumours of considerably vaster blobgirls inhabiting the deeper caverns are true... well let's just hope they stay there...
Type: Slime Girl
Habitat: Underground caves. Ruins.
Description:
An amorphous pink blob with the ability to take on a facsimile of human form. As with the other H-space slime or blob girls, the form most often taken is that of a naked and alluring human woman. This is not a disguise as such—the blobgirl is unable to accurately replicate features such as eyes and hair, so they resemble more a clay sculpture of a human being and are unlikely to be mistaken for the real thing unless in exceptionally poor lighting. The real purpose is to distract and sometimes even arouse potential prey. For this reason the blob girl usually takes a form that looks like an exaggerated sex-fantasy ideal of the feminine figure, with very large breasts being a common feature.
Unlike some of the other slime girls that have been observed in H-space, such as specimen HA-001 and the pink cushionblobs, the bubblegum blobgirl is completely opaque. In colour and texture they resemble pieces of bubblegum, hence the name.
Given their viscosity, stickiness and ability to partially adopt human form, I wonder if it would be better to classify bubblegum blobgirls as a primitive type of mimic and an offshoot from the main branch of slime girls.
Bubblegum blobgirls vary in size from small ones about the same size as fully-grown human to much larger ones about the same size as a truck. The larger ones are capable of manifesting multiple humanoid appendages to 'play' with any men they manage to capture.
There are also rumours of much vaster blobgirls inhabiting the deeper caverns. So far this hasn't been confirmed, but would be rather worrisome if true.
Attack Strategy:
Bubblegum blobgirls are extremely sticky. Any person coming into contact with the surface of a blobgirl will become stuck and unable to pull away while the blobgirl slowly enfolds them with her amorphous body.
Bubblegum blobgirls do not consume their prey like an earth amoeba or even the blob monsters of tacky horror films. The fluids they secrete around trapped prey are not digestive acids but a complex blend of hormones that are absorbed through the skin. These substances subtly hijack parts of the subject's biochemical processes as well as massively over-stimulating the libido. The blobgirl uses her soft sticky body to excite the sex organs of her victim and induce in them an unnatural state of hyper-arousal where they ejaculate continuously without being able to stop. This continues until her prey is drained of all fluids.
This feeding pattern has been observed so many times and in so many different HSIOs it would be a mistake to continue to think of it as unusual at this point.
Countermeasures:
In the open bubblegum blobgirls are very slow and easily avoided. They are much more dangerous in confined areas with low lighting where they can creep up on men undetected or even lure them by assuming the form of a 'perfect sex fantasy'.
Conventional weaponry is once again extremely ineffective. Bullets don't penetrate far through the blobgirl's sticky mass and it is uncertain if there are even vital organs that can be targeted. Bladed weapons get stuck in the blobgirl's sticky body and expose the wielder to a greater risk of coming into skin contact with the blobgirl and getting trapped.
Fortunately, the blobgirls don't appear to like extremes of cold and heat, and some of our soldiers have found flamethrowers to be particularly effective in driving them off.
Threat Level:
Moderate.
At least the ones that have been observed. If the rumours of considerably vaster blobgirls inhabiting the deeper caverns are true... well let's just hope they stay there...
Thursday, May 26, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Bubblegum Blobgirl
Initially PFC Stewart Peter Bate thought he'd stepped in some gum. It was tacky like gum and stuck to the sole of his boot like gum. Where it differed from gum was in both its stickiness and strength. The gum stretched as Bate lifted his boot, but reached a point where it refused to snap or relinquish its hold on either the floor or his boot.
The fuck? Bate thought as he was brought to a sudden, unexpected halt.
His annoyance gave way to horror as he put his foot back down and a pink mass swelled up through the grate he was standing on and engulfed the bottom of his boot. The mass looked like a giant blob of shiny pink bubblegum. Bate tried to pull his foot free and the pink blob gripped it like thick mud.
Fuck it. Bate had no idea what this pink shit was, but if it wanted his boot it could have it. He bent down and frantically plucked at his laces. The pink blob surged and lapped up around the outside of his boot. Fearing the substance might be caustic, Bate pulled his fingers back before the blob could touch them. As he did he noticed more of the thick pink substance oozing up all around him.
Fuck this. No fucking way was he letting some alien blob eat him.
He unsheathed his knife from the ankle holster on his other leg and started slashing at the base of the pink blob wrapped around the bottom of his trapped boot. The substance was as thick and sticky as tar. Bate's knife snagged and then the pink matter started oozing up the blade. Bate was forced to let go as the blob swelled up to engulf the hilt and threatened to take his fingers as well.
Briefly, Bate wondered if he'd been better off trying to saw through his own ankle, even though he knew it wouldn't have mattered. Assuming he'd been able to remain conscious throughout the grisly act, he doubted the pink blob would have given him the time. It had already lapped over the top of his boot and taken a firm hold of the bottom of his leg.
With pink goo oozing up all around him, Bate planted his other foot and the veins stood out in his neck as he put in a last desperate effort to pull his trapped foot free. He felt the blob give slightly and was able to pull his foot up a few centimeters before more pink matter swelled up and took a firmer grip. Worse, more pink goo was curling around the sole of his other boot. So much had oozed up through the grate Bate was standing in a big puddle of the stuff.
The pink blob crept inexorably up his leg. Around him the puddle of pink matter shifted and swelled up into three human-sized columns. They reared up around him as if they were preparing to engulf him in one crashing wave.
Bate yelled for his squadmates. The blob was past his knee on one leg and up to the calves of the other. He wasn't getting out of this on his own.
The column of bubblegum-pink matter in front of him shifted and blurred and resolved into the form of an attractive and naked buxom young woman. Her curves were so exaggerated she resembled more a living 3D sculpture of a porn cartoon than a living breathing human. She remained the same bubblegum-pink color all over, even her eyes and hair. She brought a finger to her sensual, over-plump lips and gestured Bate to shush.
The other two columns underwent a similar transformation.
Bate had drawn his sidearm with the intention of putting a bullet first through the blob and then, if that had no discernible effect, one through his own temple. The blob taking on the form of a three-dimensional anime girl with comically exaggerated big titties surprised him long enough for the blob girl on his right to wrap a sticky hand around his wrist and pluck his gun off him.
Still with her fingers on her bee-stung, extremely kissable lips, the pink girl, along with her two companions, flowed up to Bate as if giving him a sensual group hug. They merged together roughly where the hips would be on a human. Bate was sunk in the same pink goo almost up to his waist.
Smiling, the three pink blob girls pressed in close and started to strip him first of his equipment and then of his clothes. They did it like handmaidens preparing a guest for a forbidden ceremony. As enthralling as the trio appeared, they were alien, weird, and Bate still had an excess of flight-or-fight adrenaline sloshing around in his system. He didn't want their sticky gunk touching his skin and resisted their attentions with flailing arms.
The lead pink girl shook her head and looked at him with wide doe's eyes. Her friend caught one of his flailing hands and pressed it up against one of her boobs. The unexpectedness of it shocked Bate out of his panic. He glanced over, saw his hand resting on the shiny curve of the girl's big boob. Apart from its tackiness, it felt like a big soft boob as well. Touching it brought back happy memories of feeling up the big-titted cheerleaders with loose morals back in high school. The pink girl smiled at him, as if she wanted his hand there.
Bate glanced back to the first pink girl. Her plump lips were bunched up in a suggestive pout.
If they weren't interested in eating him, did that mean they wanted to...?
The pink girl seemed to know what he was thinking as she smiled and nodded. Her sticky hand reached between his legs and gave his junk a gentle squeeze through his pants. He became aware of a strong musky wet odor in the air, as if a woman had gotten so aroused the wetness had soaked into her panties.
This was unexpected, and a considerable improvement considering Bate had been terrified he was about to have the flesh dissolved from his bones mere moments ago. He didn't struggle as they removed the last of his equipment and tore his uniform away as if it was made of paper. His hand remained glued to the pink girl's big boob the whole time.
Bate wouldn't have thought he'd be up for fucking a trio of freaky pink alien blob girls. And yet up he was. His cock throbbed in his pants in a rock-hard erection. He didn't know what it was—their eye-popping curves, the warmth of the slime around his legs, the musky sex smell thick in the air—but right now Bate felt really really horny. The pink girls pulled down his pants and his penis stuck out—erect and ready.
For what...?
Bate didn't really care. He gave the blob girl's boob an experimental squeeze and his hand sank into it as if it was warmed up Play-Doh. The soft pink substance of her body oozed up between his fingers and enveloped first his hand, then his wrist and then his whole arm as she pressed up against him. Her warm softness all around his arm felt really pleasant.
As good as it felt, it felt even better when the first pink girl did the same to his cock. He'd seen the clefts of their sex on all three of them, but they looked more like crude plastic sculptures of vaginas, no more functional than the blank spaces between the legs of Barbie Dolls. It turned out they didn't need an opening. The pink girl pressed her hips down on Bate and his hard cock sank into her soft body in the same way his hand had sunk into the breast of the other girl. Bate heard lewd wet squelching sounds as the pink girl went to work on him. He didn't know what she was doing down there, but it felt like many wet hands tugging, squeezing and pumping him up to indescribable heights of pleasure.
The three blob girls pressed in close to Bate. Their bodies, which were all part of the same mass, fused together as they embraced him. Within the blob the last of Bate's uniform was peeled back, bringing more of his naked flesh into contact with warm, sticky pink matter. The blob girls' big round boobs pressed against and melted around Bate's body as they deposited sticky wet kisses over his face and neck. The wet sex smell grew stronger and overcame Bate's inhibitions. He started to push his hips against the lead blob girl even though the sticky mass of the blob surrounding him prevented him from generating much traction.
He didn't need to. The lead blob girl bunched her full lips in a gorgeous pout and flowed up Bate's body. She settled in his lap and Bate's erection pushed up into a soft wet mass that sent tingling streamers of pleasure spiraling down his shaft. He heard wet splodgy sounds and it felt like hundreds of tiny lips were sucking on his cock. He grunted as the sensation took him over the edge and he pumped the contents of his balls into the sticky blob.
The blob girl sucked it up like a sponge and smiled. Wet liquids oozed from the nipples and lips of her two companions as they continued to plant sticky kisses on Bate. He felt warm and relaxed as if he was lounging in a hot sauna. Maybe too hot, he was sweating all over.
She shifted against him. He heard more filthy splodgy sounds as the sticky blob girl sucked on him. Whatever she'd enveloped his cock in kept it hard and then... ooh... his head fell back and a surprised grunt spilled from his lips as she squidged and squeezed him to another, even bigger, climax.
The blob girl tilted Bate back until he was sitting comfortably within her amorphous mass. The extra two heads and torsos, no longer needed, were absorbed back into the main mass. She lay on top of Bate and her body swelled as she engulfed him up to the neck. Within her mass she secreted potent aphrodisiac juices and massaged them into Bate's flesh. Softer squishy matter engulfed Bate's hard-on and flowed down the shaft to wrap around his balls. She used her amorphous matter to gently fondle his testicles and squeeze his cock. The wet suction started up again and Bate twitched helplessly as he emptied another ejaculation into her.
Sweat poured from Bate's brow.
"Too much. Need to slow down... take a rest," he muttered absently.
The blob girl ignored him and splodged and squished him to another massive ejaculation. It was the fourth and nowhere near the last. His body saturated with her aphrodisiac enzymes, Bate's vital processes were hijacked into producing copious amounts of semen the blob girl drained from him with repeated orgasms. Unlike the blob creatures of horror movies, she didn't dissolve him in digestive acids, although this was of little consolation to Bate. By the time she'd finished emptying him, there was little left but dried skin and bone.
"Stewart, where did this happen...?"
The fuck? Bate thought as he was brought to a sudden, unexpected halt.
His annoyance gave way to horror as he put his foot back down and a pink mass swelled up through the grate he was standing on and engulfed the bottom of his boot. The mass looked like a giant blob of shiny pink bubblegum. Bate tried to pull his foot free and the pink blob gripped it like thick mud.
Fuck it. Bate had no idea what this pink shit was, but if it wanted his boot it could have it. He bent down and frantically plucked at his laces. The pink blob surged and lapped up around the outside of his boot. Fearing the substance might be caustic, Bate pulled his fingers back before the blob could touch them. As he did he noticed more of the thick pink substance oozing up all around him.
Fuck this. No fucking way was he letting some alien blob eat him.
He unsheathed his knife from the ankle holster on his other leg and started slashing at the base of the pink blob wrapped around the bottom of his trapped boot. The substance was as thick and sticky as tar. Bate's knife snagged and then the pink matter started oozing up the blade. Bate was forced to let go as the blob swelled up to engulf the hilt and threatened to take his fingers as well.
Briefly, Bate wondered if he'd been better off trying to saw through his own ankle, even though he knew it wouldn't have mattered. Assuming he'd been able to remain conscious throughout the grisly act, he doubted the pink blob would have given him the time. It had already lapped over the top of his boot and taken a firm hold of the bottom of his leg.
With pink goo oozing up all around him, Bate planted his other foot and the veins stood out in his neck as he put in a last desperate effort to pull his trapped foot free. He felt the blob give slightly and was able to pull his foot up a few centimeters before more pink matter swelled up and took a firmer grip. Worse, more pink goo was curling around the sole of his other boot. So much had oozed up through the grate Bate was standing in a big puddle of the stuff.
The pink blob crept inexorably up his leg. Around him the puddle of pink matter shifted and swelled up into three human-sized columns. They reared up around him as if they were preparing to engulf him in one crashing wave.
Bate yelled for his squadmates. The blob was past his knee on one leg and up to the calves of the other. He wasn't getting out of this on his own.
The column of bubblegum-pink matter in front of him shifted and blurred and resolved into the form of an attractive and naked buxom young woman. Her curves were so exaggerated she resembled more a living 3D sculpture of a porn cartoon than a living breathing human. She remained the same bubblegum-pink color all over, even her eyes and hair. She brought a finger to her sensual, over-plump lips and gestured Bate to shush.
The other two columns underwent a similar transformation.
Bate had drawn his sidearm with the intention of putting a bullet first through the blob and then, if that had no discernible effect, one through his own temple. The blob taking on the form of a three-dimensional anime girl with comically exaggerated big titties surprised him long enough for the blob girl on his right to wrap a sticky hand around his wrist and pluck his gun off him.
Still with her fingers on her bee-stung, extremely kissable lips, the pink girl, along with her two companions, flowed up to Bate as if giving him a sensual group hug. They merged together roughly where the hips would be on a human. Bate was sunk in the same pink goo almost up to his waist.
Smiling, the three pink blob girls pressed in close and started to strip him first of his equipment and then of his clothes. They did it like handmaidens preparing a guest for a forbidden ceremony. As enthralling as the trio appeared, they were alien, weird, and Bate still had an excess of flight-or-fight adrenaline sloshing around in his system. He didn't want their sticky gunk touching his skin and resisted their attentions with flailing arms.
The lead pink girl shook her head and looked at him with wide doe's eyes. Her friend caught one of his flailing hands and pressed it up against one of her boobs. The unexpectedness of it shocked Bate out of his panic. He glanced over, saw his hand resting on the shiny curve of the girl's big boob. Apart from its tackiness, it felt like a big soft boob as well. Touching it brought back happy memories of feeling up the big-titted cheerleaders with loose morals back in high school. The pink girl smiled at him, as if she wanted his hand there.
Bate glanced back to the first pink girl. Her plump lips were bunched up in a suggestive pout.
If they weren't interested in eating him, did that mean they wanted to...?
The pink girl seemed to know what he was thinking as she smiled and nodded. Her sticky hand reached between his legs and gave his junk a gentle squeeze through his pants. He became aware of a strong musky wet odor in the air, as if a woman had gotten so aroused the wetness had soaked into her panties.
This was unexpected, and a considerable improvement considering Bate had been terrified he was about to have the flesh dissolved from his bones mere moments ago. He didn't struggle as they removed the last of his equipment and tore his uniform away as if it was made of paper. His hand remained glued to the pink girl's big boob the whole time.
Bate wouldn't have thought he'd be up for fucking a trio of freaky pink alien blob girls. And yet up he was. His cock throbbed in his pants in a rock-hard erection. He didn't know what it was—their eye-popping curves, the warmth of the slime around his legs, the musky sex smell thick in the air—but right now Bate felt really really horny. The pink girls pulled down his pants and his penis stuck out—erect and ready.
For what...?
Bate didn't really care. He gave the blob girl's boob an experimental squeeze and his hand sank into it as if it was warmed up Play-Doh. The soft pink substance of her body oozed up between his fingers and enveloped first his hand, then his wrist and then his whole arm as she pressed up against him. Her warm softness all around his arm felt really pleasant.
As good as it felt, it felt even better when the first pink girl did the same to his cock. He'd seen the clefts of their sex on all three of them, but they looked more like crude plastic sculptures of vaginas, no more functional than the blank spaces between the legs of Barbie Dolls. It turned out they didn't need an opening. The pink girl pressed her hips down on Bate and his hard cock sank into her soft body in the same way his hand had sunk into the breast of the other girl. Bate heard lewd wet squelching sounds as the pink girl went to work on him. He didn't know what she was doing down there, but it felt like many wet hands tugging, squeezing and pumping him up to indescribable heights of pleasure.
The three blob girls pressed in close to Bate. Their bodies, which were all part of the same mass, fused together as they embraced him. Within the blob the last of Bate's uniform was peeled back, bringing more of his naked flesh into contact with warm, sticky pink matter. The blob girls' big round boobs pressed against and melted around Bate's body as they deposited sticky wet kisses over his face and neck. The wet sex smell grew stronger and overcame Bate's inhibitions. He started to push his hips against the lead blob girl even though the sticky mass of the blob surrounding him prevented him from generating much traction.
He didn't need to. The lead blob girl bunched her full lips in a gorgeous pout and flowed up Bate's body. She settled in his lap and Bate's erection pushed up into a soft wet mass that sent tingling streamers of pleasure spiraling down his shaft. He heard wet splodgy sounds and it felt like hundreds of tiny lips were sucking on his cock. He grunted as the sensation took him over the edge and he pumped the contents of his balls into the sticky blob.
The blob girl sucked it up like a sponge and smiled. Wet liquids oozed from the nipples and lips of her two companions as they continued to plant sticky kisses on Bate. He felt warm and relaxed as if he was lounging in a hot sauna. Maybe too hot, he was sweating all over.
She shifted against him. He heard more filthy splodgy sounds as the sticky blob girl sucked on him. Whatever she'd enveloped his cock in kept it hard and then... ooh... his head fell back and a surprised grunt spilled from his lips as she squidged and squeezed him to another, even bigger, climax.
The blob girl tilted Bate back until he was sitting comfortably within her amorphous mass. The extra two heads and torsos, no longer needed, were absorbed back into the main mass. She lay on top of Bate and her body swelled as she engulfed him up to the neck. Within her mass she secreted potent aphrodisiac juices and massaged them into Bate's flesh. Softer squishy matter engulfed Bate's hard-on and flowed down the shaft to wrap around his balls. She used her amorphous matter to gently fondle his testicles and squeeze his cock. The wet suction started up again and Bate twitched helplessly as he emptied another ejaculation into her.
Sweat poured from Bate's brow.
"Too much. Need to slow down... take a rest," he muttered absently.
The blob girl ignored him and splodged and squished him to another massive ejaculation. It was the fourth and nowhere near the last. His body saturated with her aphrodisiac enzymes, Bate's vital processes were hijacked into producing copious amounts of semen the blob girl drained from him with repeated orgasms. Unlike the blob creatures of horror movies, she didn't dissolve him in digestive acids, although this was of little consolation to Bate. By the time she'd finished emptying him, there was little left but dried skin and bone.
"Stewart, where did this happen...?"
Monday, May 23, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Paffo-Paffo Succubus
Name: Paffo-Paffo Succubus
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Encounters have mainly occurred in rocky, desolate regions, but there is no reason to assume they are restricted to these territories.
Description:
Another succubus and another resemblance to the devil girls of myth. This one even has red skin!
The more I document the HSIOs of H-space, the more I wonder if these succubi don't just resemble the devil girls of myth, but are, in fact, the devil girls of myth. This theory is understandably not popular amongst my colleagues, some of whom still possess religious sensibilities.
Original classifications of succubi proved to be too generic and not recognise the clear subtypes that exist. Thanks to information provided by our new source we have been able to correct these earlier errors.
Paffo-paffo succubi are a specialised form of the "tail-suck" category of succubi, so named through their preference of draining their prey's energy through a special orifice near the end of the tail. The paffo-paffo succubus's tail features an additional, long and extremely slender section that extends past the bulbous "tail-suck" organ and is jointed like a long bony finger. They also possess an extremely large pair of breasts (even by succubus standards, which tend to have figures that correspond to exaggerated sexual fantasies of the human female form).
Attack Strategy:
Paffo-paffo succubi prefer to feed through their tail orifice. They suck their victim's penis up into this sheath and stimulate them with muscular contractions. The slender tail extension curls around and is used to enter the prey's anus in order to massage their prostate through the rectal wall. Once the paffo-paffo succubus has her tail locked in place she will subject her prey to massive sexual over-stimulation until drained of all their energy.
Her tail is so custom-tailored to human anatomy I find it impossible to believe this is an accident. Humans must have entered H-space at some point in the past. Could some form of humanity still be present here?
In order to lock her complicated tail structure in place, the paffo-paffo succubus must first render her prey docile. Unlike other succubi, paffo-paffo succubi tend to favour physical means over mesmerising their potential prey. The common strategy is to surprise her target, knock them to the floor and then partially asphyxiate them with her bosom. The deprivation of oxygen combined with aphrodisiac scent glands located within the inter-mammary cleft serves the dual role of both subduing and arousing her prey.
This attack strategy is very effective, and yet whenever I try to explain the dangers to our men they don't appear to take me seriously...
Countermeasures:
Succubi are not the super-strong demons or vampires of myth. Most use hypnotic suggestion in combination with their sexual allure to weaken their opponents and take away their will to fight. If this can be overcome, the succubi appear to have a similar physical prowess to an average human male in average condition.
Paffo-paffo succubi are slightly stronger, as they rely more on attacking through physical means. On the other hand, they appear to lack the truly scary mind control abilities observed in more powerful succubi. This should not mean they are taken lightly. A single target knocked over and smothered beneath the succubus's breasts will be helpless and unable to prevent the succubus from draining them dry.
On a more positive note, this succubus's abilities are only effective against a single target. If the target is not alone, they cannot smother and drain them as it would leave them wide open to any other combatants in the vicinity. For this reason it's very important for squads to stay together in the regions these succubi operate and not fall for any tricks that might isolate and expose individuals.
As with other succubus-class HSIOs, they possess strong regenerative capabilities and are harder to kill than they appear.
Threat Level:
Moderate-to-high.
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Encounters have mainly occurred in rocky, desolate regions, but there is no reason to assume they are restricted to these territories.
Description:
Another succubus and another resemblance to the devil girls of myth. This one even has red skin!
The more I document the HSIOs of H-space, the more I wonder if these succubi don't just resemble the devil girls of myth, but are, in fact, the devil girls of myth. This theory is understandably not popular amongst my colleagues, some of whom still possess religious sensibilities.
Original classifications of succubi proved to be too generic and not recognise the clear subtypes that exist. Thanks to information provided by our new source we have been able to correct these earlier errors.
Paffo-paffo succubi are a specialised form of the "tail-suck" category of succubi, so named through their preference of draining their prey's energy through a special orifice near the end of the tail. The paffo-paffo succubus's tail features an additional, long and extremely slender section that extends past the bulbous "tail-suck" organ and is jointed like a long bony finger. They also possess an extremely large pair of breasts (even by succubus standards, which tend to have figures that correspond to exaggerated sexual fantasies of the human female form).
Attack Strategy:
Paffo-paffo succubi prefer to feed through their tail orifice. They suck their victim's penis up into this sheath and stimulate them with muscular contractions. The slender tail extension curls around and is used to enter the prey's anus in order to massage their prostate through the rectal wall. Once the paffo-paffo succubus has her tail locked in place she will subject her prey to massive sexual over-stimulation until drained of all their energy.
Her tail is so custom-tailored to human anatomy I find it impossible to believe this is an accident. Humans must have entered H-space at some point in the past. Could some form of humanity still be present here?
In order to lock her complicated tail structure in place, the paffo-paffo succubus must first render her prey docile. Unlike other succubi, paffo-paffo succubi tend to favour physical means over mesmerising their potential prey. The common strategy is to surprise her target, knock them to the floor and then partially asphyxiate them with her bosom. The deprivation of oxygen combined with aphrodisiac scent glands located within the inter-mammary cleft serves the dual role of both subduing and arousing her prey.
This attack strategy is very effective, and yet whenever I try to explain the dangers to our men they don't appear to take me seriously...
Countermeasures:
Succubi are not the super-strong demons or vampires of myth. Most use hypnotic suggestion in combination with their sexual allure to weaken their opponents and take away their will to fight. If this can be overcome, the succubi appear to have a similar physical prowess to an average human male in average condition.
Paffo-paffo succubi are slightly stronger, as they rely more on attacking through physical means. On the other hand, they appear to lack the truly scary mind control abilities observed in more powerful succubi. This should not mean they are taken lightly. A single target knocked over and smothered beneath the succubus's breasts will be helpless and unable to prevent the succubus from draining them dry.
On a more positive note, this succubus's abilities are only effective against a single target. If the target is not alone, they cannot smother and drain them as it would leave them wide open to any other combatants in the vicinity. For this reason it's very important for squads to stay together in the regions these succubi operate and not fall for any tricks that might isolate and expose individuals.
As with other succubus-class HSIOs, they possess strong regenerative capabilities and are harder to kill than they appear.
Threat Level:
Moderate-to-high.
Friday, May 20, 2016
Update
Not playing Doom. :)
Would like to as it looks and sounds amazing, but I don't have a machine with the oompth to run it.
The reason I've skipped a couple of weeks is the writing brain temporarily threw a cog. It happens. Usually I operate on an Advancing Wall of Doom (okay, self-imposed deadlines) approach to keep me focused on getting serials and short stories out. This normally works aside from those occasions when the Advancing Wall of Doom gets too close, I put too much pressure on myself and the writing part of my brain locks up.
Nothing serious. Normally I take a week off for a breather and then the writing machine starts running smoothly again.
The next H-space bestiary story is nearly ready. I was hoping to have it up this week, but it ran over 1.5K words (again!) and isn't quite finished. It should be up next week and with a bit of luck I'll start hitting my targets again.
Would like to as it looks and sounds amazing, but I don't have a machine with the oompth to run it.
The reason I've skipped a couple of weeks is the writing brain temporarily threw a cog. It happens. Usually I operate on an Advancing Wall of Doom (okay, self-imposed deadlines) approach to keep me focused on getting serials and short stories out. This normally works aside from those occasions when the Advancing Wall of Doom gets too close, I put too much pressure on myself and the writing part of my brain locks up.
Nothing serious. Normally I take a week off for a breather and then the writing machine starts running smoothly again.
The next H-space bestiary story is nearly ready. I was hoping to have it up this week, but it ran over 1.5K words (again!) and isn't quite finished. It should be up next week and with a bit of luck I'll start hitting my targets again.
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Hentai Game Review: Futa Succu ReaseLotte Adventure 2
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Saturday, May 07, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Paffo-Paffo Succubus
The first indication PFC Stewart Peter Bate had that something was off was a strange sweet scent in the air. The fragrance was too exotic to be natural fruits or flowers. There was a tang to it reminiscent of perfumes blended to entice and arouse. And not the nasty stuff cheap hookers used to cover up the odor of their last john either, this reminded Bate of the expensive stuff the fancy ladies wore at lavish ambassadorial receptions.
Those fancy ladies were off limits. They had bigger fish in their sights than lowly grunts on guard duty. Fortunately for the grunts, there were women who were far more amenable, namely the bored and rebellious teenage daughters of those big fish with fat wallets.
The game was always the same. Those bored and rebellious teenage girls would pretend to be sophisticated temptresses and the young soldiers would pretend to be dedicated guardsman above all distraction. Until their shifts ended, when the eager men would take the equally eager women off somewhere quiet and they'd fuck like bunnies until the morning.
Reminiscing on it triggered a throb of arousal in Bate's loins. Those were good times. Not like now, when he was bored out of his mind staring at the same featureless bits of dirt and rock day after day. You'd think sentry duty on an alien world would be exciting, but no, it was lots of staring at empty rocks and dirt.
Until now.
Bate turned and saw the succubus perched on the guardrail. Bate was on the top platform of a guard tower hastily erected to give a commanding view of the surrounding terrain. Up here Bate had thought he was safe from ambush. But that was old Earth thinking. On Earth the enemy didn't have wings.
They were called succubi because they looked like the buxom temptresses of myth and videogames. This one was certainly buxom. Each of her boobs was easily as big as his head. They seemed to ignore gravity as well. Boobs like that were rare outside of mucky Japanese comics. It was a shame the rest of her was all devil. Red skin, check. Black bat wings, check. Tail, check. At least her face wasn't gargoyle-ugly. If you ignored the horns and jet-black eyes, she was drop-dead stunning. Especially with those tits. If Bate was in Vegas and saw a stripper with tits like those he'd pay her good money to let him bury his face between those big soft boobs and give her a good motorboating.
Now was not the time to be thinking about motorboating. Bate realized this as he was a fraction of a second too late in raising his gun. The succubus had already pounced and was on top of him. Then Bate was falling backwards with the devil riding him to the ground.
It was not as if he hadn't been warned. It was drummed into every soldier the moment they stepped into H-space:
"The HSIOs use unorthodox strategy. They possess features that are regarded as extremely attractive by human standards. They know this and use it to tempt and put men off guard. Don't allow yourself to be distracted."
The men listened and nodded their heads at the right points, and then joked about it later. They might be horny and stupid, but they weren't that horny and stupid. They knew the difference between the bedroom and the battlefield.
Bate was on the floor with a weight on his chest pinning him down. He couldn't see. Two soft objects, like big warm pillows, were pressing down on his face.
Her tits. She was lying on his chest with her tits shoved in his face.
He couldn't breathe either. Her boobs were pressed up so tight against his face both his nose and mouth were blocked.
Fuck. As ignoble ends went, they didn't get much more ignoble than being smothered to death between a slutty demon's monster boobs. No fucking way was Bate checking out like that. He squirmed and bucked beneath her and, when that wasn't enough, beat his fists against her sides.
The succubus laughed, slid her arms behind his head and pressed down harder.
Fuck. This was happening, really happening. He was suffocating here. He felt a burning sensation in his lungs and his throat started hitching.
The succubus shifted position, or relented, and enough of a gap opened up for Bate to grab a quick breath of precious oxygen.
He needed it, as the succubus pressed down again and he was once again smothered beneath her big soft boobs. His attempts to knock her off were weakening. The first time he might have been able to kid himself it was his struggling that had enabled him to take a breath. The second time he knew for sure it was the succubus. She sat up enough for Bate to sneak a breath before flopping her smothering boobs back on him again.
Why? Was this some sort of game to her?
She acted if it was. After sitting up to allow Bate another breath, she playfully jiggled her heavy boobs in his face, boffing his head from side to side. She let out a soft moan that sounded more like a noise found in a porno than in hand-to-hand combat.
She was fucking with him, Bate thought as he tried again to dislodge her from his chest.
Something stroked lightly against his crotch.
Bate hadn't been thinking fucking in that sense, but he still felt a strange throb of arousal.
It was the air. Each quick, desperate breath Bate had taken was tainted with her scent. It slithered up into his brain and whispered lewd thoughts.
The succubus stroked against him again and this time there could be no doubt over whether it was intentional.
"Mmm, a little asphyxiation works wonders for getting men's pricks to rise to attention," the succubus said. Her voice was low, husky and dripping with sultry desire.
Less fucking with him and more actual fucking him, Bate thought. With his nose currently buried in her monster tits, Bate realized he wouldn't mind fucking her either. It wasn't the outcome he'd anticipated when she'd appeared next to him on the observation platform, but she was hot—both literally and figuratively—and a spot of surprise sex had a lot of appeal after days and days of staring at rocks and dirt.
The succubus sat up in order to reach behind her to Bate's crotch. Her nails were sharp enough to slice through the fabric of his pants and underpants. No longer restricted by his uniform, Bate's erection sprang free.
He was also able to gulp down breaths of air untainted by her scent. The haze in his mind partially cleared. He knew the jokes about the succubi. He also remembered the official warnings and—more importantly—the firsthand accounts that backed them up. Bad things happened to men that succumbed to temptation and fucked a succubus.
Just like the myths and horror films.
"Bradley! Get up her now! We're under attack!" Bate yelled.
He wasn't here alone. Sentry duty at the guard tower was a two-man task. Bradley should have been on the platform with him, but the stupid fucker had picked the worst fucking time to wander off to take a leak. Bate needed the big dumb shit back here right now, before the succubus did...
...whatever she was going to do to him.
Bate only made it halfway through a second yell before the succubus choked him off with her tits.
"There's no point calling for your friend," the succubus said. "Rhoxghar is dealing with him right now. He's more used to taking his pleasures from women, but a man will suffice if no females are available."
Bate heard a strange high-pitched cry that sounded so wrong it made him relieved, despite his current predicament, he was the one up here and not down there.
"Now where were we," the succubus said.
She lifted her tits back up in order for Bate to snatch another precious breath. The taint was stronger. It smothered Bate's thoughts and sapped his will to resist. At the same time it sent the blood flowing down to his groin until his erection was rock-hard and throbbing. He felt so horny he would have thrust right up into her wet pussy, consequences be damned, if he could reach it.
Fortunately for him, the succubus's pussy was resting on top of his belly and would continue to remain there while she squashed her substantial boobs against his face. She couldn't smother him and do whatever horrible things succubi did to men who were foolish enough to stick their dicks in devil pussy.
Bate's eyes widened in surprise as his cock was drawn up into a warm fleshy sheath. What was that? It sucked like a mouth, but the walls were packed in too tight around Bate's cock and he felt no teeth. The mystery orifice swallowed up his whole length and pulsed around him. Was there someone else up here with them? Someone or something behind the succubus?
"My tail," the succubus said. "It feels better than the human cunts you've been inside. I know."
She gave the head of Bate's cock a squeeze to emphasize her point.
Bate squirmed, this time with pleasure. It felt like he'd plunged his dick into a tight sex-toy sheath, only it was warm, living and capable of independent movement... capable of stimulating Bate regardless of whether he moved or not.
"This is not all my tail can do," the succubus said.
The tip of her tail carried on past the bulbous fleshpot Bate's cock was inside. It was slender and resembled a long, many-jointed finger topped with a small bony sphere. While the fleshpot part of her tail continued to pulse and suck on Bate's erection, the slender tip curled around his balls until the smooth ball at the tip was pressing up against Bate's anus. It pushed inside and slid up Bate's rectal wall until it encountered his prostate. Then it started to vibrate.
Bate squirmed and shivered in pleasure. The succubus's fleshpot tail orifice squeezed him like a fleshy suction cup. At the same time the vibrating tip of her tail sent trailers of pleasure worming deep inside him.
And he couldn't escape the sensations. The succubus had locked the complex structure of her tail in place and now she was using it to open him up and mercilessly pluck on his strings as if he was a musical instrument to be mastered. Bate was a toy to her and he couldn't withstand the onslaught of pure sensual stimulation.
Her tits covered his face and now he appreciated them for what they were—lovely big, soft boobs. Even the lack of air didn't bother him too much. The lightheadedness made what she was doing to his cock—doing inside him—feel even more wonderfully euphoric.
The succubus lifted her tits up and let Bate fill his lungs with air tainted by her exhilarating scent.
"This is your last breath," she said. "Treasure it."
Then she pressed her big soft tits back down on Bate's face. She held them there while her tail sucked on Bate's cock and the tip vibrated against Bate's prostate. Held them there while the air grew stale in Bate's lungs. Held them there while random bursts of color sparked in Bate's oxygen-deprived brain.
"Coming while suffocating is one of the greatest pleasures," the succubus said. "Now, come and experience the ultimate climax."
Her tail squeezed, pulsed. The bony tip bent inwards and pressed on Bate's prostate.
Bate felt like he was bursting. The spent air in his lungs, he had to let it out. The mounting pressure in his balls, he had to relieve it.
And so he burst. Semen flooded from him in a great stream even as his oxygen-starved brain sparked out in a vivid kaleidoscope of bursting colors.
His spirit came loose as his body asphyxiated. The succubus was there to suck it up.
Those fancy ladies were off limits. They had bigger fish in their sights than lowly grunts on guard duty. Fortunately for the grunts, there were women who were far more amenable, namely the bored and rebellious teenage daughters of those big fish with fat wallets.
The game was always the same. Those bored and rebellious teenage girls would pretend to be sophisticated temptresses and the young soldiers would pretend to be dedicated guardsman above all distraction. Until their shifts ended, when the eager men would take the equally eager women off somewhere quiet and they'd fuck like bunnies until the morning.
Reminiscing on it triggered a throb of arousal in Bate's loins. Those were good times. Not like now, when he was bored out of his mind staring at the same featureless bits of dirt and rock day after day. You'd think sentry duty on an alien world would be exciting, but no, it was lots of staring at empty rocks and dirt.
Until now.
Bate turned and saw the succubus perched on the guardrail. Bate was on the top platform of a guard tower hastily erected to give a commanding view of the surrounding terrain. Up here Bate had thought he was safe from ambush. But that was old Earth thinking. On Earth the enemy didn't have wings.
They were called succubi because they looked like the buxom temptresses of myth and videogames. This one was certainly buxom. Each of her boobs was easily as big as his head. They seemed to ignore gravity as well. Boobs like that were rare outside of mucky Japanese comics. It was a shame the rest of her was all devil. Red skin, check. Black bat wings, check. Tail, check. At least her face wasn't gargoyle-ugly. If you ignored the horns and jet-black eyes, she was drop-dead stunning. Especially with those tits. If Bate was in Vegas and saw a stripper with tits like those he'd pay her good money to let him bury his face between those big soft boobs and give her a good motorboating.
Now was not the time to be thinking about motorboating. Bate realized this as he was a fraction of a second too late in raising his gun. The succubus had already pounced and was on top of him. Then Bate was falling backwards with the devil riding him to the ground.
It was not as if he hadn't been warned. It was drummed into every soldier the moment they stepped into H-space:
"The HSIOs use unorthodox strategy. They possess features that are regarded as extremely attractive by human standards. They know this and use it to tempt and put men off guard. Don't allow yourself to be distracted."
The men listened and nodded their heads at the right points, and then joked about it later. They might be horny and stupid, but they weren't that horny and stupid. They knew the difference between the bedroom and the battlefield.
Bate was on the floor with a weight on his chest pinning him down. He couldn't see. Two soft objects, like big warm pillows, were pressing down on his face.
Her tits. She was lying on his chest with her tits shoved in his face.
He couldn't breathe either. Her boobs were pressed up so tight against his face both his nose and mouth were blocked.
Fuck. As ignoble ends went, they didn't get much more ignoble than being smothered to death between a slutty demon's monster boobs. No fucking way was Bate checking out like that. He squirmed and bucked beneath her and, when that wasn't enough, beat his fists against her sides.
The succubus laughed, slid her arms behind his head and pressed down harder.
Fuck. This was happening, really happening. He was suffocating here. He felt a burning sensation in his lungs and his throat started hitching.
The succubus shifted position, or relented, and enough of a gap opened up for Bate to grab a quick breath of precious oxygen.
He needed it, as the succubus pressed down again and he was once again smothered beneath her big soft boobs. His attempts to knock her off were weakening. The first time he might have been able to kid himself it was his struggling that had enabled him to take a breath. The second time he knew for sure it was the succubus. She sat up enough for Bate to sneak a breath before flopping her smothering boobs back on him again.
Why? Was this some sort of game to her?
She acted if it was. After sitting up to allow Bate another breath, she playfully jiggled her heavy boobs in his face, boffing his head from side to side. She let out a soft moan that sounded more like a noise found in a porno than in hand-to-hand combat.
She was fucking with him, Bate thought as he tried again to dislodge her from his chest.
Something stroked lightly against his crotch.
Bate hadn't been thinking fucking in that sense, but he still felt a strange throb of arousal.
It was the air. Each quick, desperate breath Bate had taken was tainted with her scent. It slithered up into his brain and whispered lewd thoughts.
The succubus stroked against him again and this time there could be no doubt over whether it was intentional.
"Mmm, a little asphyxiation works wonders for getting men's pricks to rise to attention," the succubus said. Her voice was low, husky and dripping with sultry desire.
Less fucking with him and more actual fucking him, Bate thought. With his nose currently buried in her monster tits, Bate realized he wouldn't mind fucking her either. It wasn't the outcome he'd anticipated when she'd appeared next to him on the observation platform, but she was hot—both literally and figuratively—and a spot of surprise sex had a lot of appeal after days and days of staring at rocks and dirt.
The succubus sat up in order to reach behind her to Bate's crotch. Her nails were sharp enough to slice through the fabric of his pants and underpants. No longer restricted by his uniform, Bate's erection sprang free.
He was also able to gulp down breaths of air untainted by her scent. The haze in his mind partially cleared. He knew the jokes about the succubi. He also remembered the official warnings and—more importantly—the firsthand accounts that backed them up. Bad things happened to men that succumbed to temptation and fucked a succubus.
Just like the myths and horror films.
"Bradley! Get up her now! We're under attack!" Bate yelled.
He wasn't here alone. Sentry duty at the guard tower was a two-man task. Bradley should have been on the platform with him, but the stupid fucker had picked the worst fucking time to wander off to take a leak. Bate needed the big dumb shit back here right now, before the succubus did...
...whatever she was going to do to him.
Bate only made it halfway through a second yell before the succubus choked him off with her tits.
"There's no point calling for your friend," the succubus said. "Rhoxghar is dealing with him right now. He's more used to taking his pleasures from women, but a man will suffice if no females are available."
Bate heard a strange high-pitched cry that sounded so wrong it made him relieved, despite his current predicament, he was the one up here and not down there.
"Now where were we," the succubus said.
She lifted her tits back up in order for Bate to snatch another precious breath. The taint was stronger. It smothered Bate's thoughts and sapped his will to resist. At the same time it sent the blood flowing down to his groin until his erection was rock-hard and throbbing. He felt so horny he would have thrust right up into her wet pussy, consequences be damned, if he could reach it.
Fortunately for him, the succubus's pussy was resting on top of his belly and would continue to remain there while she squashed her substantial boobs against his face. She couldn't smother him and do whatever horrible things succubi did to men who were foolish enough to stick their dicks in devil pussy.
Bate's eyes widened in surprise as his cock was drawn up into a warm fleshy sheath. What was that? It sucked like a mouth, but the walls were packed in too tight around Bate's cock and he felt no teeth. The mystery orifice swallowed up his whole length and pulsed around him. Was there someone else up here with them? Someone or something behind the succubus?
"My tail," the succubus said. "It feels better than the human cunts you've been inside. I know."
She gave the head of Bate's cock a squeeze to emphasize her point.
Bate squirmed, this time with pleasure. It felt like he'd plunged his dick into a tight sex-toy sheath, only it was warm, living and capable of independent movement... capable of stimulating Bate regardless of whether he moved or not.
"This is not all my tail can do," the succubus said.
The tip of her tail carried on past the bulbous fleshpot Bate's cock was inside. It was slender and resembled a long, many-jointed finger topped with a small bony sphere. While the fleshpot part of her tail continued to pulse and suck on Bate's erection, the slender tip curled around his balls until the smooth ball at the tip was pressing up against Bate's anus. It pushed inside and slid up Bate's rectal wall until it encountered his prostate. Then it started to vibrate.
Bate squirmed and shivered in pleasure. The succubus's fleshpot tail orifice squeezed him like a fleshy suction cup. At the same time the vibrating tip of her tail sent trailers of pleasure worming deep inside him.
And he couldn't escape the sensations. The succubus had locked the complex structure of her tail in place and now she was using it to open him up and mercilessly pluck on his strings as if he was a musical instrument to be mastered. Bate was a toy to her and he couldn't withstand the onslaught of pure sensual stimulation.
Her tits covered his face and now he appreciated them for what they were—lovely big, soft boobs. Even the lack of air didn't bother him too much. The lightheadedness made what she was doing to his cock—doing inside him—feel even more wonderfully euphoric.
The succubus lifted her tits up and let Bate fill his lungs with air tainted by her exhilarating scent.
"This is your last breath," she said. "Treasure it."
Then she pressed her big soft tits back down on Bate's face. She held them there while her tail sucked on Bate's cock and the tip vibrated against Bate's prostate. Held them there while the air grew stale in Bate's lungs. Held them there while random bursts of color sparked in Bate's oxygen-deprived brain.
"Coming while suffocating is one of the greatest pleasures," the succubus said. "Now, come and experience the ultimate climax."
Her tail squeezed, pulsed. The bony tip bent inwards and pressed on Bate's prostate.
Bate felt like he was bursting. The spent air in his lungs, he had to let it out. The mounting pressure in his balls, he had to relieve it.
And so he burst. Semen flooded from him in a great stream even as his oxygen-starved brain sparked out in a vivid kaleidoscope of bursting colors.
His spirit came loose as his body asphyxiated. The succubus was there to suck it up.
Saturday, April 30, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Scarlet Imp
Name: Scarlet Imp
Type: Imp (Lesser Demon)
Habitat: Mountainous and rocky regions.
Description:
In build and structure they resemble a human girl in their late teens. In comparison to the succubi they look like young waifs, although there is no evidence they are the juvenile form of succubi. This is likely the scarlet imp's mature form and they are a separate species.
Scarlet imps are named for their red skin. They also possess the devil-like features of stubby horns, wings and a tail.
Attack Strategy:
Scarlet imps are lesser demons* and appear to be the common foot soldiers of whatever passes for a military in H-space. While not averse to taunting opponents with obscene sexual suggestions, these displays lack the hypnotising power of more powerful HSIOs. Instead the imps fight with melee weapons—commonly tridents. The points of their weapons are coated with a drug that rapidly induces unconsciousness upon entering the bloodstream. The scarlet imps fight to capture rather than kill and this is reflected in their tactics.
*I know some of you have problems with the use of the d word, that it has no place in science. To this I say it's just an identifier based on their appearance, and already frequently in use amongst the men anyway. The name doesn't have to have the same metaphysical connotations. Although sometimes I wonder...
Countermeasures:
Scarlet imps fight with conventional, if drugged, melee weapons and appear not to possess any exotic attacks. This doesn't mean they should be taken lightly. They are stronger and more competent fighters than their waif-like appearance might suggest.
They possess regenerative capabilities, but not as powerful as the more advanced HSIOs. Most terminal wounds are just as effective on them as they would be on a human.
Threat Level:
Low (but don't be fooled by their appearance, they wield their unorthodox melee weapons with a great deal of skill).
If scarlet imps are foot soldiers, then who or what do they take orders from...
Type: Imp (Lesser Demon)
Habitat: Mountainous and rocky regions.
Description:
In build and structure they resemble a human girl in their late teens. In comparison to the succubi they look like young waifs, although there is no evidence they are the juvenile form of succubi. This is likely the scarlet imp's mature form and they are a separate species.
Scarlet imps are named for their red skin. They also possess the devil-like features of stubby horns, wings and a tail.
Attack Strategy:
Scarlet imps are lesser demons* and appear to be the common foot soldiers of whatever passes for a military in H-space. While not averse to taunting opponents with obscene sexual suggestions, these displays lack the hypnotising power of more powerful HSIOs. Instead the imps fight with melee weapons—commonly tridents. The points of their weapons are coated with a drug that rapidly induces unconsciousness upon entering the bloodstream. The scarlet imps fight to capture rather than kill and this is reflected in their tactics.
*I know some of you have problems with the use of the d word, that it has no place in science. To this I say it's just an identifier based on their appearance, and already frequently in use amongst the men anyway. The name doesn't have to have the same metaphysical connotations. Although sometimes I wonder...
Countermeasures:
Scarlet imps fight with conventional, if drugged, melee weapons and appear not to possess any exotic attacks. This doesn't mean they should be taken lightly. They are stronger and more competent fighters than their waif-like appearance might suggest.
They possess regenerative capabilities, but not as powerful as the more advanced HSIOs. Most terminal wounds are just as effective on them as they would be on a human.
Threat Level:
Low (but don't be fooled by their appearance, they wield their unorthodox melee weapons with a great deal of skill).
If scarlet imps are foot soldiers, then who or what do they take orders from...
Friday, April 29, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Paizu Succubus
Name: Paizu Succubus
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Unknown. Likely urban, or whatever equivalent the HSIOs have for urban.
Description:
As standard for succubus-class HSIOs—a tall, busty and stunningly attractive young woman with additional non-human "devil" features of horns, wings and a tail. In the paizu succubus's case the wings appear to be vestigial and incapable of flight. Other identifying features include their milky-white eyes with no pupil or iris and large, prominent breasts.
Attack Strategy:
Succubi feed on sex. Paizu Succubi specialise in mammary intercourse. Exposure to human semen softens the skin of the intermammary cleft and the paizu succubus absorbs her prey's penis into her flesh. Once the penis is absorbed the paizu succubus is able to trigger massive over-production of semen in her victim. They absorb and store the fluids of their prey within their large breasts, which are capable of expanding to many times their original size.
We know paizu succubi allow lesser HSIOs to suckle and obtain nourishment from their breasts. As of yet we haven't identified if this is a regular part of the food chain or done for other societal reasons. We don't even know which occupies the higher position in the social hierarchy, although if I was forced to guess, I would say it is the paizu succubus.
Aside from their feeding habits, we know very little about this type of succubus. They have never been encountered on the field of battle by our forces and as a result we know nothing of their combat capabilities or even if they engage in combat at all.
Countermeasures:
As so little is known about this type of succubus and their capabilities it is difficult to formulate appropriate countermeasures. Instead I can only detail the standard warnings when dealing with H-space succubi.
Firstly be aware that they use their supernatural sex appeal to distract, confuse and sometimes even hypnotise. Don't be fooled by their appearance. The paizu succubus likely has similar regenerative capabilities to those observed in other succubus-class HSIOs. They heal wounds extremely rapidly, making them much more durable and harder to kill than their appearance suggests.
Threat Level:
Not known, but likely high.
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Unknown. Likely urban, or whatever equivalent the HSIOs have for urban.
Description:
As standard for succubus-class HSIOs—a tall, busty and stunningly attractive young woman with additional non-human "devil" features of horns, wings and a tail. In the paizu succubus's case the wings appear to be vestigial and incapable of flight. Other identifying features include their milky-white eyes with no pupil or iris and large, prominent breasts.
Attack Strategy:
Succubi feed on sex. Paizu Succubi specialise in mammary intercourse. Exposure to human semen softens the skin of the intermammary cleft and the paizu succubus absorbs her prey's penis into her flesh. Once the penis is absorbed the paizu succubus is able to trigger massive over-production of semen in her victim. They absorb and store the fluids of their prey within their large breasts, which are capable of expanding to many times their original size.
We know paizu succubi allow lesser HSIOs to suckle and obtain nourishment from their breasts. As of yet we haven't identified if this is a regular part of the food chain or done for other societal reasons. We don't even know which occupies the higher position in the social hierarchy, although if I was forced to guess, I would say it is the paizu succubus.
Aside from their feeding habits, we know very little about this type of succubus. They have never been encountered on the field of battle by our forces and as a result we know nothing of their combat capabilities or even if they engage in combat at all.
Countermeasures:
As so little is known about this type of succubus and their capabilities it is difficult to formulate appropriate countermeasures. Instead I can only detail the standard warnings when dealing with H-space succubi.
Firstly be aware that they use their supernatural sex appeal to distract, confuse and sometimes even hypnotise. Don't be fooled by their appearance. The paizu succubus likely has similar regenerative capabilities to those observed in other succubus-class HSIOs. They heal wounds extremely rapidly, making them much more durable and harder to kill than their appearance suggests.
Threat Level:
Not known, but likely high.
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