Saturday, November 01, 2014

Succubus Summoning 211 (part 4)

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Succubus Summoning 211 (part 4)

Darvill reached the top of the stairs and entered a long passageway.  A line of stone arches resembling windows ran along each wall.  The arches didn’t look out onto anything; the view was obscured by flaps of glossy white material—some kind of rubber.  The latex sheets swayed and bulged and initially Darvill thought this must be a corridor exposed to the outside elements, maybe a bridge between two towers.  Then he realised the motions were co-ordinated—like lungs drawing breath.  As he walked down the corridor he caught movement in the corner of his eye.  Ripples ran through the glossy white material.  Ripples that resolved into faces and hands.  They melted away the moment he turned to look at them directly.

Up ahead the corridor terminated in a strange obstruction.  It resembled a giant sphincter or iris, but was made out of the same glossy white rubber rather than any kind of biological material.

Darvill checked his portable soul divination apparatus.  It told him Gary was on the other side of that door, if it was a door.

He approached and the door opened up like an iris.  Revealed on the other side was a large white chamber.  It contained beds, couches and other furniture whose purpose was primarily pleasure.  Everything was covered in a layer of glossy white latex.  He noticed there was no visible gap between furniture and the floor, as though all the beds and loungers he saw had been extruded from the floor beneath.

At the end of the room a succubus in white sat in a massive, overstuffed chair that resembled a throne in both dimensions and placement.  He recognised her.  It was the same succubus Gary had been infatuated with.  She’d changed.  Her long silky hair was pure white and a complex series of horns—like those of an elk—were threaded through it.  She no longer resembled a trashy porn star in a fetish nurse outfit.  She looked regal . . . powerful.

Darvill saw no one else in the room.  He checked his portable soul divination apparatus.  It pointed directly at the daemon sitting on the throne.

He wished it hadn’t.

“I’ve come for Gary Dever,” Darvill said.  “Return him to me.”

The succubus in white ignored his demand.  She looked at the artefact in his hand.  “Is that an Aqui-animus divination apparatus?”

Darvill nodded.

“I’m sorry,” the succubus said.  “Those have never worked particularly well around me.”

Darvill drew his knife and prepared to slice into his arms to activate the most powerful offensive magic he knew.  “I don’t want a fight,” he said.  “Give me Dever and we’ll both leave without any trouble.”

“No, you don’t want a fight,” the succubus said.

She looked at Darvill standing defiantly before her.

“You need to see something,” she said.

She sighed and pushed her breasts and belly outwards.  Her latex outfit—if it was an outfit, Darvill suspected it was her skin—rippled as a commotion took place underneath.  Tiny hands followed by equally small faces pushed out against the malleable rubber.  They pushed out and then subsided, as if the succubus was cycling through them in search of one particular soul.  She found it and Darvill recognised Gary’s face.  Gary pushed out as if trying to force his way through a thick sheet of elastic.  His arms and most of his upper body emerged from the succubus’s stomach as if an unnatural fission was taking place.

Darvill’s excitement faded as he saw more of Gary’s body.  The shape of the head was wrong—deformed, partially melted.  The same was true of his hands.  The fingers weren’t right—they looked like softened wax.  Gary’s face broke the surface and Darvill saw there was nothing there.  The eyes were blank, dead.  There was no light there.  No life.  No soul.  Gary didn’t recognise him.  The malformed face gibbered nonsensically.

Water welled up in Darvill’s eyes.

The daemon saw he understood.  She flexed her amorphous body and Gary was pulled back down into her as if caught in a quagmire.  The rippling commotions faded away until there was only the succubus, looking radiantly perfect as she sat on her throne.

“You friend is gone,” she said.  “Even if you had the necessary power to force me to return him to you, all I can give you are his remnants—little more than carrion that would fall apart in your hands.”

“Then I came here—risked the lives and souls of my friends—for nothing.”

“Not for nothing,” the succubus said.  “You have grown considerably as a warlock.  Calli-Scitu-Oc is very pleased with your progress.”  She smiled at the poly-Oc perched on Darvill’s shoulder.

Darvill’s poly-Oc had a name?  Darvill thought that was a weakness lesser warlocks indulged in—giving their daemon familiars pet names.  Darvill hadn’t.  It was a poly-Oc, nothing more than a common familiar.

Then he looked across to the poly-Oc sitting on his shoulder, saw the way it looked back at him, and understood.

“It appears I’ve been operating under an erroneous set of assumptions,” he said.

Most of his knowledge, nearly everything he knew, had been obtained from reading books.  He saw now that most of it was wrong.  A single glance from Calli-Scitu-Oc told him that.

The succubus smiled at him.  He could see why they were regarded as creatures of near-irresistible temptation.  That temptation emanated from her like a burning spotlight.  He was relieved she had chosen not to turn it on him.

“What about the others?”

“They did not possess sufficient strength of character.”

The voice came from behind him.  Darvill turned and saw a small group of succubi had entered the room.  He recognised Rosa and Verdé, and the succubus that looked like a stern dominatrix.  There was also a succubus he hadn’t seen before—a little girl with horns and spiky blue hair.  Despite looking like a child, she had the oldest eyes Darvill had ever seen, older even than both the succubus in black and the succubus in white.  In the middle of them, still dressed in his ratty old robes, was Phil Rowling.

to be continued . . .

Friday, October 31, 2014

Succubus Summoning 211 (part 3)

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Succubus Summoning 211 (part 3)

Phil heard singing—a child’s nursery rhyme that featured lots of ra ra ras—as they entered Cέrμləa’s part of the castle.  They found her in a playroom tucked away from the main corridor.  The walls were brightly painted and were covered in murals of playful cartoon figures.  At first glance it looked cheery.  At second glance Phil realised something was off.  When he looked more closely he realised the cartoon characters were devouring each other.

Cέrμləa sat cross-legged on the floor.  Her arms were up in the air and she swayed her upper body as if dancing to the song she was singing.  Sitting across from her was a small cone of brown flesh with a large mouth as its only discernible feature.  The fleshy tip bobbed back and forth as if it was dancing along with Cέrμləa.

“Oh hello,” Cέrμləa said, noticing Phil.  “Mr G dropped by to play with me.”

“Mr G?”

Phil was confused.  He’d met Mr G.  He was a daemon that looked like a French waiter and lived in a weird dimension full of giant worms.

“Isn’t that a minor nebrit?”

It looked very similar to the minor nebrit that was always perched on Herbie Higgins’ broad shoulder.

“All daemons from the Dominion of Gluttony are Mr G,” Nÿte explained.  “They’re all maws leading to the Grand Belly.”

The minor nebrit had no recognisable features other than a big mouth filled with oversized teeth.  Despite this, Phil could have sworn the thing was smiling at him in recognition.  The teeth gnashed together and it made odd warbling sounds while spraying slobber.

“Mr G says hi,” Cέrμləa said.

“Hi,” Phil said.  “I don’t suppose you can help me out.  I’m looking for a human warlock.  He carries another one of you on his shoulder.”

Cέrμləa put a finger to her lips and her forehead creased up in concentration.  “I think I did see a warlock wandering around here earlier.  A big fellow.  Smelt a little funny.”

“Yes, that sounds like Herbie.  Do you know where he went?”

“Hmm, let me think.”

She let out a loud belch.  She put a hand to her mouth and flushed in embarrassment.

“Pardon me,” she said.

The cone of flesh belched as well.  The noise was deeper and far louder than something its size should be capable of making.

“And pardon Mr G,” Cέrμləa said.

She put her finger on her lips and once again her forehead was creased in concentration.  She shook her head.

“No, sorry,” she said.

She gave an apologetic shrug.

The cone of flesh shrugged as well.  It was not an easy gesture to pull off without arms and shoulders, but the minor nebrit managed it.

Cέrμləa went back to her strange version of Pat-a-cake with Mr G.

“He’s gone,” Verdé whispered in his ear.

Phil was already reaching the same conclusion.  The minor nebrit looked remarkably similar to Herbie’s daemon.  So similar, in fact, they were probably one and the same daemon.

Phil looked at the twisted cartoons on the wall and decided he was probably better off not knowing what had happened to Herbie Higgins.

“Cέrμləa?”  Verdé interrupted her game.  “Are there any other students from Master’s college still present in the castle?”

“Alive ones,” Nÿte clarified.

Cέrμləa stopped her game.  “Bye bye, Mr G.”  She gave the pile of flesh a little wave.

Then, right before Phil’s astonished gaze, the minor nebrit started to eat itself.  The jaws worked up and down and it curled up in a ball that grew smaller and smaller as it ate more of itself, until it simply popped out of existence.

Cέrμləa stood up and skipped over to them.  She paused and her eyes became unfocused as if she was focusing on images only she could see.

“Yes, one,” she said.  “But he’s about to face Mamǝḵā Bēyˁṯān.”

to be continued . . .

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Succubus Summoning 211 (part 2)

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Succubus Summoning 211 (part 2)

The succubus before him was blazing with power.  Flames flickered all over her body.  They looked impressive, but were merely parlour tricks compared to the power Darvill sensed emanating from her.  It felt like a tangible force.

Darvill wanted it.

Forget the sex.  He wanted the knowledge—the power—she could teach him.

And for a moment, a long one, he was tempted.

Then he noticed the poly-Oc daemon sitting on his shoulder had gone very quiet.  Normally it was constantly shifting around as it tried to look at everything.  Now it was still . . . expectant.

And then he understood.

Calmly, Darvill carved the Exhalzangz’gn Flambastinaa sigil into his palm.  Red blood welled up out of the cuts.  Darvill knew the flames Rosa was playing with were sentient and came from the Elemental Plane of Consumas Infernum.  He placed his bloody palm flat on the ground and banished them as he would any other intruding daemon.  The burning torches died down and flickered out.  The same happened to the flames dancing all over the succubus’s body.  His banishment would keep them gone for at least an hour.

“Thanks for your offer,” he said, “but I must regretfully decline.  I’m not advanced enough to be able to assimilate the knowledge and power you wish to gift me.  It would destroy me.”

He ran an affectionate hand over the eye stalks of the poly-Oc sitting on his shoulder.

“My poly-Oc here is enough.  It might take me a little longer, but I’ll learn what I need from my own studies.  I can be patient.”

“Very well,” Rosa said.  She didn’t seem happy about it, but she moved out of his path.

“Now tell me where you’re holding my friend,” Darvill ordered.

“Through there, up the stairs and straight down the corridor,” she said, pointing to the door in the right wall behind her couch.  “You won’t like what you find.”

He gave the succubus a wide berth as he walked to the exit.  She took a little half step towards him as he went by.

“Are you sure you don’t want a quick blowjob?” she asked.

There was an awkward pause.

“Um, no thanks,” Darvill said.  He left the room.

After he left, Rosa cursed loudly and creatively.  She summoned up a fireball and set the bed on fire.

“Why did I have to get the smart one,” she moaned.  “I really wanted a fuck.”

to be continued . . .

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Succubus Summoning 211 (part 1)

I'm nearly done editing the next chapter of Succubus Summoning (211).  As it breaks down into a number of sub-chapters like 209, I thought I'd torment everyone and post it piece-by-piece until the final chapter is up on Literotica.

Succubus Summoning 211 (part 1)

Verdé was waiting for Phil and Nÿte as they reached the top of the steps.  The succubus sat in an armchair as if posing for a seedy fashion photographer.  Her diaphanous green robes were arranged artfully around her.

“I see you’ve taken care of one of the intruders,” she said, noticing the blood smeared all over Phil.

Phil’s expression was downcast.  He felt as terrible as he looked.

“That wasn’t the plan,” Phil said.  “We were trying to rescue him.”

Verdé arched a finely pencilled eyebrow.  “Why would you do that?” she asked.

“They’re his fellow students from that ridiculous college,” Nÿte said.  “He seems to think they’re his friends.”

Verdé put a hand to her mouth.  “Oh, I didn’t know.”

Phil grimaced.  “I take it that means the one in the forest is beyond rescue.”

Verdé nodded her head sadly.  “He threw a fireball at me, so I led him through a field of puff boobs.  He fell on one.”

Phil guessed that meant ‘beyond rescue’.  Souls didn’t escape once Verdé’s plants caught them.

“What about yours?” Verdé asked.  “I’m guessing from the blood you failed to rescue them.”

“He slapped me,” Nÿte said.

Verdé raise both eyebrows and her eyes widened.  “That was . . . foolish,” she said as if shocked anyone would even consider carrying out such an action.

“He realised that.  At the end.”

Verdé got up out of her chair.  She looked to be favouring her left side.  Nÿte stared at her with piercing black eyes.

“You seem to be healing slower than normal,” she stated.

“My energy levels are a little low,” Verdé said.  “I’ll find a nice young man to . . .” she glanced at Phil.  “I’ll meditate to recover them later.”

“Come to my room after,” Nÿte said.  “We have things to discuss.”

Verdé seemed reluctant to meet Nÿte’s abyssal-eyed gaze.

What was that about? Phil thought.

“What about the other two students?” he asked.

Nÿte turned to him.  “They’ll be okay . . . so long as they don’t do anything foolish.”

to be continued (tomorrow, likely) . . .

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Hentai Game Review - Monmusu Delicious -Dinner-

Well, we've already had breakfast and lunch, so it's only fitting we move onto dinner.

Monmusu Delicious -Dinner- is the third in Tokonokogiri's series of vore scenarios featuring characters from the popular hentai game Monster Girl Quest.  I covered the other installments, Monmusu Delicious -Breakfast- and Monmusu Delicious -Lunch-, in previous blog posts.  There's also plenty to be found on Monster Girl Quest here on this blog if you're new to all this.  I still rate MGQ as the best of the monster girl hentai games out there.

Again, the same things I said about the previous chapters apply.  Monmusu Delicious -Dinner- isn't a game, but rather a series of Bad End scenarios similar to the Bad End scenarios in MGQ.  It's mostly static images with text, although Toko has added little bits of animation to some of the scenes (the imp scene in particular).  The scenarios are flash files and should be viewable in any browser.

(Hmm, I used to be fairly good with Flash and action scripting.  Why haven't I haven't I tried doing this with some of my monster girl creations?  Ah, yeah, art skills lacking.  But if I did find an artist...)

The other thing I should mention before we go any further is that Monmusu Delicious -Dinner- is catering exclusively to the vore fetish.  You might recall MGQ had a few scenes where the protagonist, Luka, had the misfortune of ending up in the belly of the monster girl after (and sometimes while) having sex with her.  If that was a big nope! for you and you played the game with the vore-ish stuff switched off, this is going to be a big nope! as well as it's all of the same.

It's a snake-eat-snake world
The other other thing I should mention is that the text is all in Japanese.  However, Dargoth has translated the previous installments, so if you're patient there might be an English translation of this at some point in the future.

-Breakfast- and -Lunch- took monster girls from chapters 1 and 2 of MGQ.  -Dinner- moves onto chapter 3, which means there's no shortage of monster girls to use as, let's face it, everything was trying to eat Luka in the final chapter.  Black Alice, predictably, gets a scene and - as with the Succubus Witch from -Lunch- - you get the choice of ending up in either her belly or her womb.  Lamia lovers are well served as the Shirohebi, Sister Lamia, Alice's undead mother, and the Lamiaroid all get scenes (the poor loli lamia also shows up at the wrong end of the food chain).  Also featured are the Dragon Zombie Girl, Slime Bess and the Spider Princess.  In the guest section are scenes with Tamamo, Alma Elma and Emily.  Promenstein (I think) also gets to surprise Luka with starfish vagina.  Perhaps the oddest inclusion is the joke Imp character as predator rather than prey.  She gets to give miniaturized Luka a comprehensive smooshing in her massive breasts.

Mini-Luka in XXXL Marshmallow Hell (he's in there somewhere)
Missed off this time are the angels (no love for poor Delphinus's art it seems).  This might be a good thing for most people as Delphinus's creations in chapter 3 definitely emphasized the monster of monster girl.  Personally I think it might have been interesting to see another artist's interpretation of them.  Plus, we'd get to see someone eaten by a pomegranate, and you don't get much weirder than someone being eaten by a pomegranate.

There is also a bonus Monmusu Delicious -Dessert-, but I can't really comment on it as it requires codes found in -Breakfast- and -Lunch-, and I don't appear to have -Breakfast- anymore.  I think I deleted it after Dargoth converted the scenarios into custom scenes that could played in the original MGQ, or it's been left behind on an old laptop somewhere.  Oh well.  If you have all three, click on the author's banner at the bottom of the webpage for instructions on how to find it (I had to - shudder - view it in Internet Explorer as the Japanese alphabet was getting scrambled in my other browsers).  I've heard it's a scene with Alma Elma, the succubus with the sucky-fucky-then-gulp-you-all-downy tail from MGQ.

Hmm, and now I appear to be two vore stories behind.  When -Breakfast- came out I noticed they'd missed off the Sea Anemone Girl and so I wrote a story featuring a Sea Anemone Girl.  I said I'd also do one of the omitted girls (or something similar - either one of the plant girls or the dragon with a girl for a tongue) from -Lunch- and still haven't gotten around to it.  MGQ chapter 3 gives plenty of options.  Like I said earlier, everything was trying to eat Luka in that one.  Maybe I'll take one of Delphinus's angel designs as inspiration.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Hentai Game Review - Violated Hero 4: Another Story

The Violated Hero series is one of the bigger monster girl hentai franchises.  Currently they’re up to five games, some of which have been translated into English by enthusiastic fan translators.  The games feature rudimentary RPG battles, but the main focus is on the ludicrously over-the-top Bad End hentai scenes that are unlocked after losing to boss characters.

Before Violated Hero 4 came out they ran a fan competition to have people submit designs for characters to go into the next game.  Only two out of ten finalists made it into VH4, but the makers, Dieselmine, must have liked some of the other designs as well, as two of them feature in Violated Hero 4: Another Story.

It’s an additional chapter set after the events of Violated Hero 4.  Two new monster girls are present—the slime girl armour mimic, Irizu, and dream-bending imp/succubus, Mea.  Also Lilith and Marietta the robot maid return from Violated Hero 4.

There are also a couple of new wandering monster designs, but the RPG aspects are reduced this time around.  It’s more like a visual novel with a lot of text linking the various H-scenes together and it did feel a little wordy in places.

There are seven sex scenes in total—two with Lilith, two with Irizu, two with Mea, and a bonus group scene unlocked after seeing all the others.

Great for people that wanted more Lilith from Violated Hero 4.  Also a good and inexpensive taster for people who’re unfamiliar with the Violated Hero series.

I did a five part playthrough, which can be read here:

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Let's Play Violated Hero 4: Another Story! part 5

Time for the last H-scene from the Violated Hero 4 add-on, Violated Hero 4: Another Story (the first part of the playthrough can be found here).  Last time out we completed the game, but the Violated Hero series usually has an extra scene that becomes available after all the H-scenes are unlocked.

After selecting Extra we’re back to where the story left off—Lilith and Luka-clone at the mystery location.

Lilith is pissed about something.  She’s gone all glowy eyed.

Ho-hum, the deficiencies of machine translation.  I’m not sure what that was about.  I think they’re still about to chase down the monster that was released from a seal.  I think Luka-clone wants more help than just him and Lilith.

You don’t need anyone else, really.

Luka-clone is about to reluctantly follow Lilith when he gets jumped from behind.

He doesn’t resist while being dragged away, I think because he’s frightened it’s this super-powerful monster or something.  When he does actually try to release himself, he’s surprised when he’s able to break free relatively easily.

Ah, that’s because it’s Mea, the level 0.1 Imp.

Actually, it’s all three of Mea, Irizu and Marietta.  They’re unhappy about being left behind.  Or rather, Marietta is unhappy about having the other two dumped on her.  When Irizu’s dialogue consists solely of “Wear me,” I can see how that would get a little annoying.  They tell Luka-clone that apologies from his mouth aren’t good enough.  He must apologise with his body.

Ey up, I think I know where this is going.

Yep, all pile on the ambulatory bag of concentrated semen.

And so, belatedly, it’s time for the obligatory harem scene.

Marietta is the highest ranking, I guess, so she gets cock duties.  She says her master created her to be the equal of any human in the between-the-legs department (of course the perv would).  Actually, I think this is the first time we get to see her have sex in an H-scene.  Both of her Bad Ends in VH4 featured her and her friends cleaning Luka-clone like a rug, if I remember correctly.  Unsurprisingly, her artificial vag feels awesome to Luka-clone.

While this is going on, Irizu plays with Luka-clone’s nipples and Mea shoves one of her big tits in Luka-clone’s mouth.  This makes me wonder which fetishes Mea is supposed to represent.  Is loli-MILF a thing?  Um, brain flying off in two directions trying to grok that one.

And then Irizu sends a feeler into Luka-clone’s ear.  Earhole sex?  Um, thanks Violated Hero.

The slime girl in VH5 did something familiar.  Hmm, maybe a Google search is in order to see if this a ‘thang’.  Maybe this is another fetish I can pervert and twist into sweet sweet nightmare fuel.  Hyuk hyuk.

As an aside, if you think there are any classic sexual fetishes I’ve missed off with my own stories and would fit well in my universe of succubi and monster girls, drop a comment below or send me an email.  The only hardcore noes I have at the moment, besides the obvious unpublishable taboos of bestiality, paedophilia and necrophilia (don’t tell anyone I technically broke that with “Nazi vs. Succubus”), are loli (doesn’t appeal to me, too often mistakenly conflated with paedophilia to be worth the hassle) and futanari (I know it’s popular from the ton of artwork it generates, but I don’t understand the appeal well enough to be confident of writing something sexy with it*).

Luka-clone, as always, is premature and comes just from Marietta rubbing her lady bits against him.  They tease him lots until Luka-clone begs Marietta to put him inside.

They say they’re going to make him their sperm slave.

Hold on, didn’t Lilith make him her sperm slave last night.  Or was it Sharia and co. at the end of VH4?  Is Luka-clone basically everyone’s sperm slave at this point?

Marietta rides him faster and faster until . . .

She looks very happy there for a supposedly emotionless robot maid (okay so maybe not emotionless given the number of times she’s yelled at him).

Irizu still wants to wear him and Mea insists on persisting with the loli-MILF confusion by calling herself mom.  Then all free of them give him a proper fucking until he can’t move.  Good job Luka-clone’s balls are bottomless otherwise he’d be a wrinkly mummy by now.

Oh oh, they really want to test his limits.  “Shiborito,” whispers Irizu.  Prepare for a good squeezing, Luka-clone buddy.

Ah, here’s Lilith.  Maybe she’ll save him.

Nope.  She wants to join in, obviously.

Some magic teleport squares show up.  Marietta sent a report back to the castle.  So, is this Sharia and the others coming to rescue him.

Nope, they’re coming to punish him for leaving the castle without permission.  This being VH-world, we know exactly what this ‘punishment’ is.  Luka-clone the 4th’s story ends with him being used as a sex toy forever by a bevy of gorgeous monster girls.  I suppose that’s a step up from being used as a sex toy forever by just one girl, or even being eaten.

And that’s that.  Not a bad little add-on, but probably more of a Visual Novel than a H-game.

*I do have a sort-of futanari idea lurking in my scrapbook, but it's definitely on the gross side.