Spoils of War

>You don your armor, crudely adorned with holy symbols
>You sheath your sword, so much like the hundreds of others your brothers in arms wield
>You fall into line, the preacher's words of righteous fury ringing in your ears
>You charge out onto the fields of battle to meet the monstergirl army
>Your army's ironclad faith is found to be a poor substitute for sturdy equipment and sound tactics
>You are taken prisoner and left awaiting your fate with the dread only a lifetime of anti-monstergirl rhetoric can bring
>You straighten up and defiantly chant psalms as the succubus who leads the demon realm's forces steps in to inspect her prisoners
>Your breath catches in your throat as she suddenly leans down to caress your cheek
>"No matter how much you hate us we love you all the same"

>You snatch yourself away from her touch and call her a temptress and an abomination
>She folds her arms and regards you as a parent might a petulant child
>"Sharp words for someone in chains, but I suppose it's rather admirable that you manage to be so courageous even now"
>She blows you a kiss and winks at you before turning and striding out of the tent
>"We'll see how long that nasty attitude lasts"
>You gulp and turn to the other prisoners, who give you looks of sympathy. You may have just made things worse for yourself
>The sun sets, and without torch or candle to illuminate the tent, you have no choice but to curl up and go to sleep
>You're awoken at dawn the next day by gentle prodding from a demon foot soldier, who eyes you hungrily as you get to your feet
>"Come on, Human, we're going to the auction block"

>You are roughly dragged to a slapdash wooden stage
>A throng of various demonic soldiers of the army proper surrounds it, along with monstergirl volunteers of every type imaginable
>Every single one of them is holding a fistfull of cash and staring at you and the other prisoners
>The Auctioneer announces that bidders will have 10 minutes to "inspect the goods", starting now
>You are surrounded by dozens of monstergirls, losing track of the other prisoners in the crush
>They sniff, pinch, and grope you over every inch of your body, stopping only to ask you questions ranging from your name to intensely personal pieces of information
>After 10 nerve-wracking minutes the auctioneer finally calls them off and orders all prisoners to line up
>By sheer luck, after the panicked shuffle you find yourself at the end of the line
>You watch as your allies are auctioned off to monstergirls one by one, disappearing into the crowd as their "brides" lead them by the hand off to Illias knows where
>Eventually, you are the only one left on the block, but there are still many monstergirls waiting, money in hand.

>With no other men left, the remaining monstergirls bid wildly, each bid being exceeded as fast as it is placed
>They glare at each other as the price starts to rise beyond what the poorer bidders can afford
>Eventually, a cloaked figure at the back of the crowd and her seemingly unlimited cash reserves buy you for a higher price than any of your brethren fetched
>She approaches the stage slowly as the rest of the monstergirls in the crowd wander off to sulk
>She takes your hand and quietly leads you to a large and lavishly decorated tent in the center of the encampment
>She faces  you and at last pulls her hood down
>It's the Succubus General. You've been bought by the most powerful demon in the entire army
>"Hello again"


>You tell her that if she thinks she can scare you she's sorely mistaken, your voice brimming with confidence you don't feel
>"I'm not trying to scare you, I want you to feel welcome"
>She seats herself on a voluminous cushion and motions for you to join her
>"I prefer to stand"
>She sighs and leans back, crossing her legs
>"If that's what you want. I'm not going to force anything on you"
>You're momentarily taken aback by her cooperative attitude, but you quickly regain your footing and sarcastically ask that if that's the case, can you just leave?
>"Of course. But, our supply situation being what it is, we can't spare you anything for your journey back to...wherever it is you came from. Best of luck though"
>If looks could kill, the one you shoot her way would leave nothing but a stain on the ground. But they can't, so you grudgingly take a seat on the cushion across from her
>"There. Now isn't that more comfortable?"
>You keep quiet and try not to make eye contact with her. You've heard of the charm magics succubi wield. Of course, looking at her pillowy breasts, barely contained by what passes for a shirt among demons, her full, voluptuous hips, or her long, slender legs isn't exactly fortifying your will either
>"See something you like?"

>You force your eyes down to the floor. Surely there's nothing down there she can use to tempt you.
>"You have very pretty...."
>The words are forming in your mouth unbidden, the aura of sensuality the woman in front of you projects coaxing them out of you before your conscious mind can stop them, and you fight to find a way to end the sentence with that won't result in you being ridden like a rocking horse
>"...feet"
>You feel incredibly silly as you say it and your cheeks burn with embarrassment
>The succubus however, seems completely unphased, perhaps even a little pleased.
>"Oh really? You think so?"
>She uncrosses her legs and holds her foot up at eye level, and you're forced to admit that even her feet are undeniably pretty, with high, graceful arches and cream-colored soles that look impossibly soft. Probably should have expected that from a succubus
>You open your mouth to try and steer the conversation elsewhere, but as soon as you do she pushes her toes into your mouth
>The sensation of her digits wiggling in your mouth is more pleasurable than it should be, and carnal instinct compels you to begin sucking at her toes
>The succubus giggles as you slide your tongue between her toes, and gently brings her other foot to rest on your now-throbbing erection, rubbing at you through your pants

>With dexterity that defies explanation, she undoes the clasp of your pants and frees your rock hard member, rivulets of pre already flowing from the tip
>She slips your cock between her toes, stroking up and and down its length, increasing her speed as your precum lubricates her foot
>Deciding to devote her full attention to the task of making you cum, she pulls her other foot out of your mouth and brings it down to your crotch, the crook of her toes resting on the head of your shaft
>She begins squeezing and rubbing at your crown with her toes, the velvety softness of the underside of her feet causing your manhood to twitch in response
>The stimulation proves to be too much, and your body starts to tense up as you fight down your impending orgasm, desperate to prolong the pleasure, your dignity and defiance suddenly the furthest thing from your mind
>Seeing this, the succubus switches tactics, planting her supple arches on either side of your cock and beginning to stroke you with inhuman speed
>"Cum for me. Cum!"

>The sound of her honey-sweet voice is the final straw and you cry out as the most protracted orgasm you've ever experienced rockets through you
>Gobs of semen fly from your dilated urethra to splatter over her stomach and groin, more boiling out to smear over the soles of her still moving feet
>Eventually you run dry and she releases her grip on you at last, reclining and regarding you smugly
>She dips a finger into the puddle of semen on her belly and sticks it in her mouth, looking you right in the eye the entire time
>Your flagging erection does an immediate 180 and begins hardening again. She smirks as you respond exactly as she wanted you to
>"You like that do you? Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to wait for me to clean up before we go again"
>She stands up and begins walking toward the door
>Bullshit you are
>You're right on her heels, grabbing her by the shoulder and pulling her back to you with all your might
>You may as well have tried to pull a tree out of the ground. She's far stronger than she looks, appropriate for a demon of her rank, and your almost lose your footing as your hands slip off her
>She whirls around to face you, and you think you've gotten yourself into serious trouble before you see the look of arousal on her face
>She makes a show of "falling" to the ground, grossly exaggerated worry masking her obvious satisfaction with this turn of events. >Crocodile tears well up at the corners of her eyes.
>"Oh no, my new toy has overpowered me! What ever will I do?"
>She wiggles her rear at you enticingly, her spade-tipped tail waving about.

>Angered at her condescension, you pull her panties down and ram yourself into her feminine folds in a single thrust
>She lets out an overwrought moan and begins to thrust back against you, matching your rhythm. Her vaginal walls flex and undulate inhumanely, striving to wring another load of cum out of you
>Her blatant enjoyment of being in the lead even when she's supposedly at your mercy pisses you off even more, as does the way her tail is constantly dancing around at the edge of your field of vision
>You grab her tail with one hand and push her down to give yourself a better angle with the other, eliciting a cry of wanton passion from her
>"Yes! Get angry at me! Punish me for embarrassing you!"
>You pull on her tail and mash your hips against her yielding behind with increased fervor, prompting her to speed her own thrusts up to match you
>As your hand runs up her tail it finally makes its way to the spade shaped tip, and when you touch it she cries out something incoherent yet vulgar and thrashes underneath you
>A wicked idea forms in your mind
>You flash a smile that could put fear into a manticore as you bring the ebony arrow that caps her tail to your mouth and gently bite down
>The succubus general screams as your teeth sink in and her entire body locks up into a twitching, quivering statue as she soaks the floor beneath her with femcum
>Her pussy spasms as her orgasm overtakes her and you feel an intense suction on your glands that forces thick strands of cum from your aching balls into her hungry uterus
>Drained, you collapse on top of her and rapidly begin falling asleep
>The last thing you are aware of as exhaustion overtakes you is her hand reaching up to stroke your cheek and her voice whispering what a perfect match you are

>You're woken by the succubus shaking you with both hands, a childishly excited expression on her face
>"Come on, we're going to watch the sunrise"
>She drags you by the hand out through the doorway to a rocky outcrop at the edge of camp, looking for all the world like a kid on christmas morning
>She plumps herself down on top of the largest boulder and motions for you to join her
>You seat yourself a few feet away from her, but she promptly pulls you close to her, resting her head on your shoulder and wrapping her tail around your waist
>She looks up at you with adoration as the sun pokes up over the horizon, but says nothing, and you take the opportunity to ask her why she bought you when she could easily have taken anyone on the block
>An embarrassed smile spreads over her face as she explains how some monstrous instinct told her that you were the right one for her as soon as she saw how courageous you were. She tells you how her heart fluttered when you dared to shout your defiance up at her from your knees, how she's passed up numerous opportunities to claim a husband just waiting for someone like you, how even other monstergirls are intimidated by her, and how terribly lonely she's been as she waited.
>"Really, all I wanted was someone to hold my hand and watch the sunrise with me"
>She entwines her fingers with yours and snuggles up against you as the sun continues to rise
>You look down at her face, the picture of blissful contentment, and wonder how you could ever have been afraid of her

Alternate CYOA clusterfuck featuring drugs and anal sex with a cheshire cat

>You don your armor, crudely adorned with holy symbols
>You sheath your sword, so much like the hundreds of others your brothers in arms wield
>You fall into line, the preacher's words of righteous fury ringing in your ears
>You charge out onto the fields of battle to meet the monstergirl army
>Your army's ironclad faith is found to be a poor substitute for sturdy equipment and sound tactics
>You are taken prisoner and left awaiting your fate with the dread only a lifetime of anti-monstergirl rhetoric can bring
>You straighten up and defiantly chant psalms as the succubus who leads the demon realm's forces steps in to inspect her prisoners
>Your breath catches in your throat as she suddenly leans down to caress your cheek
>"No matter how much you hate us we love you all the same"

>You snatch yourself away from her touch and call her a temptress and an abomination
>She folds her arms and regards you as a parent might a petulant child
>"Sharp words for someone in chains, but I suppose it's rather admirable that you manage to be so courageous even now"
>She blows you a kiss and winks at you before turning and striding out of the tent
>"We'll see how long that nasty attitude lasts"
>You gulp and turn to the other prisoners, who give you looks of sympathy. You may have just made things worse for yourself
>The sun sets, and without torch or candle to illuminate the tent, you have no choice but to curl up and go to sleep
>You're awoken at dawn the next day by gentle prodding from a demon foot soldier, who eyes you hungrily as you get to your feet
>"Come on, Human, we're going to the auction block"

>You are roughly dragged to a slapdash wooden stage
>A throng of various demonic soldiers of the army proper surrounds it, along with monstergirl volunteers of every type imaginable
>Every single one of them is holding a fistfull of cash and staring at you and the other prisoners
>The Auctioneer announces that bidders will have 10 minutes to "inspect the goods", starting now
>You are surrounded by dozens of monstergirls, losing track of the other prisoners in the crush
>They sniff, pinch, and grope you over every inch of your body, stopping only to ask you questions ranging from your name to intensely personal pieces of information
>After 10 nerve-wracking minutes the auctioneer finally calls them off and orders all prisoners to line up
>By sheer luck, after the panicked shuffle you find yourself at the end of the line
>You watch as your allies are auctioned off to monstergirls one by one, disappearing into the crowd as their "brides" lead them by the hand off to Illias knows where
>Eventually, you are the only one left on the block, but there are still many monstergirls waiting, money in hand.

>With no other men left, the remaining monstergirls bid wildly, each bid being exceeded as fast as it is placed
>They glare at each other as the price starts to rise beyond what the poorer bidders can afford
>Eventually, a cloaked figure at the back of the crowd and her seemingly unlimited cash reserves buy you for a higher price than any of your brethren fetched
>She approaches the stage slowly as the rest of the monstergirls in the crowd wander off to sulk
>She takes your hand and quietly leads you to a large and lavishly decorated tent in the center of the encampment
>She faces  you and at last pulls her hood down
>It's the Succubus General. You've been bought by the most powerful demon in the entire army
>"Hello again"

>You smirk at her as she advances on you, grinning lewdly, then burst out into raucous laughter
>You drop your pants, displaying the scar tissue where your testicles once were, and laughingly explain that you are a eunuch, and that she's wasted her money
>She stops mid stride, and cocks her head to one side curiously
>"Did you really think that would stop me?"
>She reaches out and grabs you between the legs, thick bands of demonic energy flowing down her arm
>You gasp at the weirdly pleasurable sensation of a pair of heavy testes forming into existence in your groin
>Suddenly you can't stop thinking about how soft and silky her hand is, and you are unable to tear you gaze away from her ample bosom and full hips
>Now it's her turn to laugh as she pushes you down onto a cushion and leaps onto you like a tiger

>Your original plan has failed, so you move to plan B, shouting out that you're gay loud enough to wake the dead and making that faggoty wrist-motion they do
>"Bullshit you are! Your cock is hard enough to cut diamonds you lying bastard!"
>She's right of course, you're aroused for the first time in years and your erection is so intense it almost hurts. The fact that she's grinding her body against you as she slips you out of your clothes is making it even worse
>"Well I'm uh.....retarded! And plus, my cat is sick, and she's in my basement, which is flooded by the way, so I gotta be there to sign for it!"
>"Grasping at straws aren't you?"
>Ignoring your increasingly pathetic attempts to escape the situation, the succubus pushes her panties off to the side and slides her dripping slit over your member, gasping in delight as she finally reaches your base
>Your words die in your throat at the overwhelming pleasure of her pussy, and you find yourself all but paralyzed by the sensations assaulting your mind
>"Your mine now, Human"

>"My mine? What mine?"
>You look away from the lustful demon riding you and realize you have somehow gotten into a rather large gold mine, golems and gnomes busily hurrying around you and your lover as they go about extracting the earth's bounty
>The mine foreman, a dust-smeared blue oni in a pair of overalls that do a terrible job of containing her breasts approaches you
>"Okay folks this is a hard hat area, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to take your date elsewhere"
>The succubus general ignores her comment and quickly hoists you to your feet
>"Ma'am, this is our new primary investor, show him some respect"
>The oni sighs and reaches into her back pocket to retrieve a flask several sizes too big to fit into any pocket and drains it in one swallow
>"Alright, lets do this"
>She pulls off her overalls. Luridly colored butterflies come out, obscuring your vision. Somewhere, someone starts singing "The King of Limbo". You scream, but the flurry of parti-colored chitin blocks your mouth.

>"Hey. Hey, Human. Wake up. You got ahold of a bad tab. I told you to stick to the tea"
>The mad hatter sitting next to you sets her cup down and starts using both hands to try and jostle you awake
>Your head snaps up, your eyes fluttering open as you mumble some half-remembered phrase about annual output projections
>The cheshire cat who led you to this mad tea party's head tumbles lazily through the air, trailing the purple smoke that habitually accompanies her "evaporating acts"
>"Are you alright?"
>For the first time since you met her, the cheshire cat's face has something other than that maddening grin on it
>Her body rematerializes beneath her neck as her head comes upright and she puts her paw to your forehead, checking your temperature
>"You feel a little hot. You should lie down. With me. In the nude"
>Your mind is too clouded with Wonderlandian drugs to resist, and you follow the cheshire cat toward the hatter's house

>You ascend the steps to the door set into the stalk of the huge mushroom where this particular mad hatter makes her home, the cheshire cat leading you by the hand.
>She pulls your clothes off impatiently and helps you into bed
>She leaves the room for a moment, then returns with rag and a bowl of water. At least, you think its water. From here, it looks kinda pink and smells....naughty
>She dips the rag into the bowl, wrings it out, and applies it to your forehead
>Nope. That's definitely not water.
>As soon as the rag touches your head the aphrodisiac it's been soaked in cuts a burning path of arousal down to your groin, your cock becoming erect so fast that the sheets audibly snap
>You manage to turn your head enough to see the cheshire cat disrobing like her life depends on it
>"You know what they say. Sex is the best medicine"

>You're not sure if it's the drugs you got from the hatter or the borderline-dangerous aphrodisiacs currently running roughshod through your system, but that sounds entirely logical
>Eager to help your impromptu doctor, you mention that you heard somewhere that anal sex is a more effective treatment for hallucinogens than vaginal
>The cheshire cat's characteristic grin returns to her face with redoubled force
>"Yes, that's exactly right. Any half-decent doctor in Wonderland could tell you that"
>She pulls the sheets aside and climbs into the bed to straddle you, lining your manhood up with the pink star of her anus
>She lowers her hips a few inches, your cockhead slowly, very slowly, forcing her rear entrance open, until the whole head is submerged in her animal warmth
>Her smile widens as she begins moving her hips in small circles, teasing you mercilessly with the promise of her insanely tight and hot passage
>"Feeling any better?"
>Running solely on adrenaline, your lust-addled brain orders your hands up from your sides, grabbing the cheshire cat's waist and pulling her down to your lap until the entire length of your shaft is inside her
>She moans in delight at your sudden aggression, and leans down to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you slide your hands down her waste to grip her full, rounded bum
>She begins moving her pelvis with frantic speed, your member sliding up to the base and nearly all the way out of her slick rear with each thrust
>The walls of her anus clench and suck on you in ways that leave logic sobbing in the corner, the lunatic cocktail of chemicals flowing through  your veins magnifying every sensation
>She reaches her limit, soaking your lap with her sexual release and driving you over the edge
>She bites down on your shoulder as you pump rope after rope of your seed into her guts until it overflows and starts leaking down her legs
>"That ought to cure what ails ya"