Rebecc

[Reqs: Vapula at camp, Owca available, accepted Rebecc's bath offer before, some amount of corruption I guess, appropriate clothes in your chest/armor rack if anyone even cares]
//Vapula->Threesome->Rebecc [Tooltip: [if (corrupt enough) Take out your frustations on a mutual enemy.|There's no way you could go through with this.]

Vapula stands subservient before you, the eager succubus an all-too-pleasant reminder of your spoils from the pit. Certainly more than Owca itself ever gave you--were it up to them you'd have been [if (you never lost in the pit fight) nearly] raped by a demon horde for nothing more than some bottles of milk. And then there's Rebecc, the worst of them all. Your [if (pc is goo) entire being | blood] still steams at her name, those hands of hers etched in your memory, forever teasing and stroking your body. Dipping below the surface to trace around your entrance, brushing against you just lightly enough to be accidental--but you <i>know</i> it isn't--until you're throbbing for release that doesn't come. It never does.

And why would it? You were just a sack of meat for the demons to enjoy. Maybe you weren't even supposed to win. Perhaps it would have been easier if the demons had taken you away and the town never had to see them again. That's what they wanted, wasn't it? The easy way out--some idiot to swoop in and take their place while they live their lives?

That the idiot was <i>you</i> only makes it worse.

Vapula must sense your anger, her hand withdrawing from behind her tattered rags as she glances around nervously. Not that you care. You have something bigger and better brewing in your mind. Something that even--no, especially--your little succubus pet would be useful for.

She freezes, petrified, when you tell her she's going back to Owca. "[Mistress]," she says, falling to her knees with the grace that comes from doing it many times before. "Tease me, use me, throw me out in the woods like the worthless slut I am." Vapula pauses, probably hoping for you to take her right now. "But I <b>can't</b> go back. They'll kill me."

Fortunately, you have an idea...

The walk back to your [if (pc built cabin) cabin | tent] is silent, Vapula never meeting your eyes the entire way. Despite her reluctance, she can't hide her interest when you throw open your storage chest and pull out some spare clothes. While it won't be enough to entirely conceal her demonic nature, perhaps a little modesty will at least let her pass as a demon-morph.

She hesitantly takes what you give her, feeling them in her hands and rubbing them against her skin before pulling them on. It's almost like she's never worn proper clothes before, and you ask her as much.

"What's the point? You have to take them off again to do anything fun," she replies, picking at her outfit. [if (pc is shorter than her) Though it's a little small for her, it draws attention to her curves like nothing else. At least the town won't be looking at her face.| if (pc is taller than her) Though it's a little big for her, hopefully the loose fabric will help mask her true identity. | You thought this was the right fit, but you suppose anything must feel odd after wearing nearly nothing for years.]

It will have to do. Rebecc is waiting.
[Next]

Having disguised her as best you can, the two of you set off across the plains to the tiny village. Vapula, to her credit, seems to have grown more accustomed to your idea--though she still weaves in and out of the tall grass, clearly a little unnerved at going back to Owca, the growing damp patch on her clothes suggests she's more than a bit excited about what you've planned. With each step closer, you picture Rebecc: her face worried and praising you, as if she actually cared; leaning into you, her head nuzzled into your neck, breasts against your back as her hand dips beneath the surface; your body shivering, milk dripping off your [skin type] as you shake with need. Yet still you fell for it, again and again.

Something [if (pc is nude) poking your arm | tugging on your [armor name]) draws you out of your head. Behind you, Vapula has stopped, pointing off in the distance at what can only be the shepherds of the village. Will they welcome you today? Offer you their gratitude? You almost wish you could find out, though even you realize it's too risky with your demoness in tow.

Instead, you work your way towards another side of the town, letting Vapula hide herself in the grass when she feels threatened. Not that it's needed--if any of them recognize your guest, they don't dare mention it as you [walk] towards your destination. No one comes to investigate when you whisper your instruction to your succubus and leave her beside the sheep-girl's house. It seems they're either blissfully trusting or deservedly afraid, and frankly, you don't care which.

Your stomach tumbles with anticipation as you stand before Rebecc's home, trailing your fingers across the roughness of the wood. You're so close, so delightfully close that it's a struggle to control your excitement, your pulse surging in your ears as you draw your hand back.

The door opens in what seems like an instant, Rebecc's ever-cheerful face lighting up when she sees you. Her smile draws you in as her hand slips around yours, oh-so-deliberately teasing your [skin type] with her gentle caress. You both know why you're here as she shuffles you to the bathroom, barely even able to remember to kick the door shut before she drags you away.

"Did you get yourself dirty again?" She needs no answer, [if (pc is nude) pressing her body against yours | her fingers already undoing your [armor name]] before she helps you into the bathtub. "Just relax and let me get you clean."

It's hard to do anything else as you sink into the warm milk, a sigh slipping from your mouth at the combination of the heat and her touch. "You needed this," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Let me--"

In the distance, the door opens again. Confusion crosses her face for a second, before she stands and flashes you a smile. "Just a minute... then we can start cleaning."

As she leaves, you lie back and wait.

It feels like hours pass before she cries out for a hero, a champion--for you. As soon as the words leave her mouth, her panicked bleats and screams come to a stop, much to your [if (high corruption) dismay. Hearing her scream out your name only makes what you're going to do all the more sweeter. | relief. It'd be a shame if someone were to ruin your private moment.] You take a breath to calm yourself, listening to the milk dripping off your body as you rise. You have an appearance to keep up, after all.

The sight outside the bathroom is beyond even your imagination. Vapula, who apparently already discarded her clothes <i>somewhere</i>, pulls the terrified Rebecc upright when you enter, stroking the sheep-girl's cheek as she gives you a predatory grin. Her captive mumbles frantically in your direction when she notices you, unable to speak with the tattered rags stuffed in her mouth. It's a look that suits her well, though you can't let it get to you. Be the noble hero valiantly fighting off the demon, you tell yourself [if (very high wetness)--though proof of your arousal already dribbles down your thigh, belying your intentions].

"[Name]." Vapula pauses, nibbling at Rebecc's throat. "Do you know how long I've been waiting to see you again?"

The sheep-girl watches wide-eyed as you approach. Does she think you're going to save her this time?

Of course she does. All you'll ever be to her is a little toy, one who eagerly does <i>anything</i> she wants. Maybe she'd even cuddle against you, her fingers sliding [if (pc is naga) up your underbelly  | if (pc is drider) up your chitinous body | if (pc is slime) into your slime | up your thigh] as she teases you with the lightest, softest touch.

Hopefully she assumes the anger on your face is directed at Vapula as you draw closer, raising your fists in a mock combat stance.

"There's no need for violence," your succubus says. "I come this time with an offering." A muffled gasp comes from the sheep-girl as Vapula's hand disappears beneath her dress, and she smiles as you glance up, seemingly interested. "The finest girl of the town. Come, see for yourself."  Rebecc frantically shakes her head, but you pay her no attention as you reach out and hesitantly touch her cheek, soft and wet with her tears.

She shudders in your arms as you hold her close and stroke her woolly hair, relishing the feel against your [skin type]. So soft, so vulnerable, as if she never expected this to happen. How many people has she led into the pit? Maybe the rest were too weak and embarrassed to seek what was theirs, but not you. No, you're so close that you can take in her milky scent, taste the salt on her face, and trace your finger down her stomach, leaving her to squirm like she's done to you so many times before.

Your moment is interrupted when Vapula yanks her out of your grip, earning a quiet yelp from Rebecc. "Let me return to Owca, and she's yours."

As you remain still, giving the appearance of at least considering your decision, the sheep-girl finally realizes she has no choice but to fight on her own. Her pathetic struggles are too little, and far, <i>far</i>, too late as your demoness knocks her to the floor.

And... that's it. Even now she's incapable of acting for herself, doing little more than glancing up at you with fearful, pleading eyes. She must know what's about to happen when you [if (pc is drider) pin her to the ground with your arachnid legs | place your [if (pc is naga) serpentine tail | if (pc is goo) gelatinous base | knee] on her back], yet she lies limp beneath you. Only a shiver runs through her body as you lean down to her ear, your breath heavy with excitement.

She truly is yours, her body plush and warm against your own with only her threadbare dress to keep you apart. Your fingers run through her hair, caressing the soft wool into your memory as you [if (pc is naga or goo) press your weight into her | dig your [if (pc is drider) leg | knee] into her back] until she whimpers from the pain. She always did love to tease, and her sweet little noises bring a smile to your lips and a warmth to your cheeks. With each sound she makes, the ache inside you grows more, but she's not ready for you yet. Not until you're completely worked up, drooling with need--that's how she likes you, isn't it?

Rebecc hides her face as you call for your succubus, but that's fine. She'll just have to let her imagination fill in the blanks as she hears the sounds of someone who actually takes care of you. Maybe she'd learn something, but you know she won't. Even now, you'd bet she still denies her responsibility.

A slight part in Vapula's lips is all the invitation you need to claim them with your own and enjoy her sweet flavor. Not to be outdone, she presses back into you, her fangs nibbling gently at your lower lip when you regretfully pull away for air. For a moment, your mind wanders to Rebecc, but the light, ticklish sensation of your succubus peppering kisses along your neck draws you back to the present. Her lips hover about your humming pulse for but a second, letting you know <i>she</i> knows exactly how excited you are, before tracing upwards and meeting your own once more.

A groan escapes your mouth as her hand [if (pc has breasts that are neither flat nor ridiculously huge) cups one of your breasts and] rolls your already-hard nipple between her fingers. Effortlessly taking advantage of your distraction, her tongue slides between your lips as she deepens the kiss and sets your whole body tingling with need. [if (pc has huge clit) Your engorged, inhuman clitoris rising out of its hood | if (pc has high wetness) The damp spot spreading across Rebecc's back | The way you shiver with every shaky breath] makes your arousal obvious, and Vapula only pushes you further, her arms wrapping around you and holding you against her own sweat-slick body.

You let out a tiny whimper as her thumb leaves your nipple, but she doesn't leave you waiting long until she breaks the kiss and draws it into her mouth. The warmth alone sends chills across your body, but it's the way she gently nibbles and suckles that leaves you [if (pc is biped) grinding your thighs together | twitching] with unfulfilled need.

And you have just the person in mind to take care of that...

[Next]

Beneath you, Rebecc lies motionless, and it's only by her muffled sobs and ragged breaths that you can even tell she's alive. Cowardly as always, but you deserve better. <i>Will</i> have better--but how to motivate her?

The answer comes to you quickly, of course: she never gave you any pleasure, so why should she have any?

Her body shakes as you ignore her unintelligible mumbling and yank her dress over her hips, exposing your prize. Never once did she intend to let you have this, but here you are perched atop her, reveling in her hisses as you rub and squeeze around her still-hooded clit. Seems your little sheep isn't enjoying it--and what a pity <i>that</i> is as you line your finger up with her entrance, [if (pc is goo) your slime coating her in your own makeshift lubrication | your [skin type] rough against her sensitive flesh]. Behind you, Vapula grins and presses her against the floor, nibbling at her earlobe as your demoness waits for your next move.

You can barely control yourself as you press into her, her unwilling folds clenching tightly around you as try to sink further inside. Rebecc all but howls behind her gag, choking on her sobs as you push forward until her walls yield to your superior strength. Vapula grips her shuddering body tighter as your finger disappears up to the last knuckle. The second one meets much less resistance, and the third earns you a little whine as she stretches around you.

She gets only a few seconds to rest before you begin to pull them out, carefully searching her inner walls for all of her sensitive spots. It doesn't take long for her body to betray her, soon growing slick with arousal under your touch. It's a shame that she won't be able to get relief, but surely a tease like her can handle that...

You wipe your fingers clean on her dress, letting her juices stain the fabric with proof of just how much her body enjoys being used, but it's not enough for someone like her. You need to hear her moan as you thrust as deep as she can take you. Listen to her scream your name for all of Mareth to hear. Whimper in frustration as you drive her right up to the peak and rip it all away. Vapula nods in understanding as she grasps Rebecc's woolly hair and jerks her head upright.

There's honest, delicious terror in her eyes when your hands slide around her throat, your thumb right over her frantic pulse. It would be easy, so easy to squeeze a bit harder, a bit longer, and the faintest tightening of your grip makes sure she understands before you remove the cloth from her mouth. Before she even has a chance to speak, Vapula places her finger to the sheep-girl's lips, teasing her soft skin until she manages to slip it inside. To your surprise, Rebecc doesn't hesitate before gently suckling on it, glancing up at you with panic on her face.

A shuddering heat rushes through your body as your hand brushes against your aching clit, but that's not your goal--even though the sight of your sweet little sheep-toy flushing a brilliant red as she watches you touch yourself only turns you on more. Her eyes widen as your finger [if (high looseness) plunges | eases] into your depths until it's coated in your arousal, and they widen even more as you trace out your name on her forehead, so slowly and deliberately that she <i>has</i> to recognize each and every letter. You wouldn't want her to forget, after all. No, you want her to remember that warm, firm touch pressing into her skin every time she lies down to sleep and to stare into her reflection in the village well, feeling out shapes only she can see.

Rebecc's pleasant silence turns to pleading sobs once you pull Vapula's hand away from her mouth, only growing louder when you take her trembling arms and flip her onto her back. Maybe she thinks you're like her, incapable of finishing anything, but she's wrong. This town thrives because of you, is alive of because of you--they should be quivering [if (pc has legs) at your feet | before you], giving you whatever you desire.

She tenses up as your hand traces out the bones in her hip, but quickly turns pliant and passive as soon as you place your lips against hers, putting up only token resistance when you take them into your mouth. It's [if (high corruption) foolish | cute] that she tries to resist, but her body can't lie. The slightest touch of a [if (pc is child) little [girl] | real [woman]] is all it takes to turn her into the perfect submissive sheep. So much so that she barely even cries out when you [if (pc is naga) coil yourself around her, squeezing her tightly against your desperate body | slam your hips down, rubbing against her wrinkled dress for whatever friction you can find.] Something warm presses into you from behind, and your succubus [if (pc is naga) moans into your ear as she guides your tail deep inside her | nips at your ear as she pins you against Rebecc].

The two of you move as one, grinding against the body below in a slow, stuttering pace that leaves you gritting your teeth when you slide off the fabric and brush against the heat of her slick skin. Every gasp for air makes your blood surge faster, and you nearly lose control at the sight of her teary, panicked eyes staring back at you as your [if (pc is naga) tail winds even tighter | body presses down on her with all your weight]. Does she think this is the end? You're not that [if (high corruption) merciful | cruel], letting up ever-so-slightly as you increase your pace, letting that deep-set need for relief take over. Your [if (pc is naga) grip falters | if (pc is goo) form trembles | legs shake] as Vapula's grasping fingers find your chest, teasing and pinching your sensitive nipples as she's dragged along with your ride.

It's not enough. You need more than Rebecc gives, your frenzied body tingling with excitement as it smashes into the useless sheep, desperately seeking that last, littlest touch to push you over the edge. Before long, her cries mix with Vapula's own and the wet, sloppy sound of [if (pc is goo) slime | flesh] meeting flesh, filling her entire house with the sounds of your pleasure. Everything swirls around you in a dizzying heat, thick and suffocating as you pull yourself forward until a whimpering, pulsing blast courses through your entire being--

You shiver into Vapula's arms as you simply try to breathe, your [if (pc is goo) core | [if (pc has skin) skin | nerves] set alight with the faintest brush of your hand. It takes all your strength to reach out and turn Rebecc's head back towards you, before wiping away her tears and letting her see exactly what she does to you.

Your succubus wordlessly helps you [if (pc has legs) to your feet | up], her eyes practically gleaming with excitement as she pulls you off the motionless sheep. It only takes a little nudge from your [if (pc is naga) tail | if (pc is goo) body | foot] to make her curl away from you. Not that you mind [if (pc is nude) giving Vapula some privacy while she disguises herself again--it's probably a new experience for her. | having some privacy while the two of you dress yourselves--the sharp contrast between what you've done makes it all the more arousing.]

Before you leave, you head back to the trembling sheep-girl. It's almost cute how tightly Rebecc squeezes her eyes shut when your lips ghost across her face, leaving the lightest of kisses on her cheek. You certainly hope she remembers you.

//+corruption, remove owca, whatever the other rape scene does