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Alice Headpats

Sep 29th, 2018
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  1. (implemented)
  2. Title says it all.
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  4.  
  5. > [Headpat]
  6. //Tooltip: "Give her what she deserves."
  7.  
  8. Cracking your knuckles, you stride towards the fallen girl. Her eyes widen. She tries to hurriedly crawl away, kicking up dirt and dead twigs, but before she can gain any significant distance from you, her escape is thwarted as her back hits a towering, furrowed trunk. The mighty tree barely acknowledges her insignificant impact, only shedding a few dark leaves onto you both.
  9.  
  10. "<i>Owowow...</i>" she laments, before looking up in sinking trepidation. You stand [if pc is above 5 feet:(tall)] above her, eyes cast upon her trembling form in silent judgement. There will be no escape. You outstretch your hand.
  11.  
  12. "<i>No, no! Please don't do this! I-I'll leave, I promise! You'll never see me again, just— just please!</i>" Her eyes shut tight, unable to bear witness to her encroaching doom.
  13.  
  14. You stop yourself mere inches from her. This girl is a demon. A succubus, even, and you know what corrupting power she wields. Will you be able to fend off her influence this close? Well, it won't matter, this will all be over soon. She whimpers and flinches at your touch.
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  16. You pinch a fallen leaf that had entangled itself in her [AliceHairColor] hair and flick it away, then bring your hand to bear on her tiny head. Her hair feels as soft as it looks—almost like velvet—as you run gentle lines over her scalp. You squat in front of her and touch down with you entire palm, revelling in the smooth feeling of cupping the little girl's head while you watch the tension recede from her trembling features and slowly open her eyes, mortal fear replaced by a mix of surprise and puzzlement. She looks like she wants to say something, opening her cute lips, but can't find the words. That's fine by you, she need not say anything—you know what she wants. You pat her top softly, then roam her head in wide circles.
  17.  
  18. Your thumb grazes over something sharp, and she gasps. Her horns. Two tiny, pointy rises peeking out from her forehead. They look adorable, rather than menacing, barely befit a demon like her. They're hard and keratinous, but she still has some feeling in them, it seems. You pinch the tip, then run down their short length. Her gasp this time is stifled, but confirms your suspicion. Smirking, you return to her hair, rake your fingers through her long, [AliceHairColor] tresses down the side of her head, then up again to tickle her ear. She leans into you, eyes fluttering close in bliss as you bring your other hand into play to ruffle her thoroughly, massaging, patting and tickling her all at once. She seems lost in heaven, if that can be said of a succubus. You don't know if she would be welcome up there. But you certainly make her feel at home down here, judging by the contented sighs that periodically leave her lips.
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  20. But those sighs turn into half-moans every time you brush over her tiny horns. She is evidently caught in two minds whether to feel relaxed or aroused and your relentless petting doesn't make it easy for her to decide.
  21.  
  22. [Leave] [JustPat] [Lewd] [Kill]
  23. //Don't flush the text
  24. //[Leave] tooltip: "Better wrap it up now."
  25. //[JustPat] tooltip: "This is all just innocent."
  26. //[Lewd] tooltip: "Give in to your desires."
  27. //[Kill] tooltip: "End her rightly."
  28.  
  29.  
  30. > [Leave]
  31.  
  32. Wary of the passive influence this tiny evil has, you pat her head one final time, then rise up.
  33.  
  34. She sighs in satisfaction and looks up at you.
  35.  
  36. "<i>Hmmn~ You are leaving?</i>" She couldn't sound sad even if she wanted to, her mind no doubt still adrift on soft clouds. She simply smiles at your confirmation and closes her eyes again. Her steady breathing faintly registers in your ears as you turn and leave the little succubus to sleep.
  37.  
  38. //Lust +5
  39. //Back to camp
  40. //One hour consumed
  41.  
  42.  
  43. > [JustPat]
  44.  
  45. You're not here to get her off, but that doesn't mean you can't show her a good time.
  46.  
  47. Using your fingers like a living comb, you bring both hands to the sides of her head. She lazily opens her eyes, searching yours with a shimmer of uncertainty.
  48.  
  49. "<i>Uhmm, what are going to d—aaaahng~</i>" Her question is lost in a drawn-out sigh and shiver as you start to undulate in a slow rhythm, dragging your fingers deep through her hair like you would pet a small kitten. You're sure she would purr if she could. Ever more deliberate, ever more intense you dig through her silken tresses, making her melt and shudder in your hands as you dip her into a tranquil sea of pleasure she has probably never experienced before in her entire life.
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  51. The childish succubus is utterly lost in rapture, clinging to your raking fingers like they're coated in catnip. She is downright delightful. You want to pet her more, pamper her like your [if pc is child:(little sister) else:(daughter)], reward her just for being such a cute, adorable little thing. You want to hear her giggle and hum forever; those enchanting sounds that make your hands move more and more vigorously, make your heartbeat rise in tempo along with your heavy breaths, make you want to get closer, free yourself from any constraints of cloth and morality, wrap this child in a passionate embrace and—
  52.  
  53. Her sudden ticklish laughter rings out through your head and you shake yourself out of your trance.
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  55. [if pc is naked:(She's still fully clothed.) else:(You're still fully clothed. So is she.)] And your hands are still only caressing her head, though have wandered a little low, just below her ears. Nothing has happened. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, you grimly realize you can never let your guard slip around a demon like her—the growing heat in your loins attests to that. It's time to wrap this up and get going, you think.
  56.  
  57. After ruffling the little girl's hair a final time—eliciting a playful grumble and making her look like she has just gotten out of bed in the process—you stand up and pat yourself off.
  58.  
  59. "<i>You are leaving?</i>" she asks, her disappointment palpable. You have half a mind to stay, but you have other things to do and resolve yourself against it.
  60.  
  61. "<i>Oh. Ah, well...</i>" She sighs, perhaps still too exhausted from your fight and vigorous petting to try and stop you.
  62.  
  63. You bid her farewell and leave, feeling decidedly more flushed than before.
  64.  
  65. //Lust +15
  66. //Back to camp
  67. //One hour consumed
  68.  
  69.  
  70. > [Lewd]
  71.  
  72. More and more often, you glide over the little succubus' horns, each time eliciting a moan from her oh-so-sweet lips, until you find yourself practically stroking them, running down their minuscule length with lustful vigor. She's so small, so weak, so defenseless. Her cute, pleasured utterances are like an intoxicating chant to your ears—her childlike, writhing form stoking the fires of passion within you.
  73.  
  74. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a small voice tries to warn you of the dangers of getting intimate with this little demoness, but you are far too heated to listen to anything but your basest desires.
  75.  
  76. You want her.
  77.  
  78. //Lust +30
  79.  
  80. [Finger Her] [Fuck Her] [Trib Her]
  81. //Does it still make sense to not flush the previous text or is this getting too long?
  82. //[Finger Her] tooltip: "Use those magic fingers of yours on her."
  83. //[Fuck Her] tooltip: "Give her what she wants most."
  84. //[Trib Her] tooltip: "Work her like only another woman can."
  85. //[Fuck Her] and [Trib Her] require a penis and vagina respectively, of course
  86.  
  87.  
  88. > [Finger Her]
  89.  
  90. You push her back against the rough bark and straddle her. She yelps at your sudden change in behaviour, but makes no attempts to resist you as you lunge forwards and plunge your tongue deep into her irresistible mouth. You ravage her, drunk on lust, and break one hand off from her head, down towards your prize. Impatiently lifting her skirt, you dive beneath her tights and grind over the soft panties separating you from her slick lips, ready and waiting to be taken. You won't keep it from her any longer. She moans into your hungry mouth as you press down, burying both finger and fabric into her immature slit. It is heaven. Her walls clench tight around your digit as you push in as deep as her panties allow, down to the second knuckle.
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  92. You break away from her lips, letting her moan in bliss as you pump your finger into her, drenching her previously innocent panties in the little girl's juices. The childlike succubus wraps her arms around you and clings to you like her [father/mother], holding you close enough to feel her heartbeat through her tiny chest. You're happy to oblige her, cradle her, gently pet her soft head while your insatiable hands bring her to ever higher crests of pleasure until she can take no more and—crying out into your shoulder—tenses up, shudders violently, then goes limp in your arms.
  93.  
  94. You remain like this for a moment, trying to reign in your own burning libido, then pat her on the head for a final time and rise up.
  95.  
  96. Sighing to yourself, you leave the little demoness to sleep and head back, loins aching and desperate for release.
  97.  
  98. //Lust +40
  99. //Fatigue +10
  100. //Corruption +1
  101. //Back to camp
  102. //One hour consumed
  103.  
  104.  
  105. > [Fuck Her]
  106.  
  107. You push the little girl back against the rough bark and pry her legs apart. She yelps at your sudden change in behaviour, but makes no attempts to resist as you grind your hand over her crotch, only a layer of white, thin tights and her panties underneath separating you from her immature slit. You have no mind for foreplay. [if pc is clothed:(Your [armor] is quickly stripped off and thrown aside, baring your [cock] to the fresh air.) else:(Already naked and raring to go, your [cock] stands at attention as you descent upon her.)] She tries to wiggle into a more comfortable position, but you leave her no time, ripping the offending tights, yanking her panties out of the way and insistently press your dick against her slick lips. The young demoness tenses up as the pressure on her vice-tight entrance rises, until finally, eliciting a high-pitched yelp from her, you pop inside.
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  109. Her walls constrict around you as you push deeper while the child succubus—rapturous with the feeling of being filled with dick—tries her best to accommodate you. It does little, though, and before long, you arrive at an impasse. Slowly, you draw back out until you have nearly left her rippling confines, then thrust your [hips] forwards. Little by little, you hammer more and more of your length into the young girl until at last your throbbing crown kisses her cervix, and you are thoroughly hilted inside her, thrilled by the sensation of being buried in [if pc is child:(another) else:(a)] child.
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  111. With one hand on her hips, you bring the other up to her head again and continue where you left off. You lean forward and let her wrap herself around you, cradle her in your arms, and start pounding her in earnest. Wet squelches and desperate yelps and moans echo through the woods as you pet and fuck the tiny temptress against the tree, paying no mind to who might hear your scandalous lovemaking, instead fully concentrating on filling her with as much meat as you can, never letting go of her soft hair or hips.
  112.  
  113. Lust turns to madness, compelling you to go harder, faster, deeper, until all you can think of is the white-hot ecstasy racing through your veins. The little girl cries out into your shoulder in pain and pleasure as you slam your [cock] in to the very bottom and pump your seed deep into her prepubescent womb. Intent on letting nothing go to waste, you keep thrusting and thrusting until every last drop is squeezed out inside her tight canal.
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  115. Suddenly feeling a bit dizzy, you extract yourself from the passed-out girl, giving her a final pat on the head before you stand up on wobbly legs and redress yourself. As you walk back to camp, you feel a bit more sluggish than before. Perhaps a bit of sleep will help.
  116.  
  117. //Fatigue +10
  118. //Strength -1
  119. //Corruption +1
  120. //Back to camp
  121. //One hour consumed
  122.  
  123.  
  124. > [Trib Her]
  125.  
  126. You push the girl back against the rough bark, smothering her tiny body under yours. She yelps at your sudden change in behaviour, but makes no attempts to stop you[if pc is clothed:( as you start fiddling with your [armor], removing the offending piece until you are left bare to the elements)]. With one hand continuing to rake through her [AliceHairColor] hair, the other greedily snakes down her underdeveloped form, over her deliciously flat chest, across her tummy, and beneath her plaid skirt. Her ragged breath catches as you caress the immature folds through the fabrics of her tights and panties. Petting and rubbing her, she writhes under your touch, eyes glazed over in perpetual bliss. But you want more. Need more.
  127.  
  128. Grabbing her hips and angling your own, you press your [vagina], drooling in anticipation, against her clothed crotch. The contact sends thrilling shivers of ecstasy through your fiery loins, rapidly evaporating any restraints you still had, and you start grinding against the little girl in earnest. Locked in sinful embrace, her back chafes against the coarse bark of the tree, surely ripping her clothing, but you don't care—primal instinct has gripped your mind as tight as you are gripping her, grinding and mashing your pelvis desperately against the tiny temptress. The fabric of her tights feels heavenly on your inflamed skin, but you long to feel her all, her everything. Momentarily pulling away from her, your enthralled hands pull up her pristine blouse, rip her tights open and shove her panties aside.
  129.  
  130. The sight of the ravaged, naked little girl has you salivating, and—mind roiling like a ravenous predator—you devour her, squeeze her tight, stifle her ecstatic moans and sniffles in your [chest], grind your naked pelvis to hers and give yourself over to carnal, sapphic lust. Wanton gasps and cries echo through the woods, no doubt informing anyone in the vicinity of your salacious act, but you don't care. You care about nothing but your sweet, impending release.
  131.  
  132. Utterly lost in rapture, your mind explodes in hot-pink bliss and you hug the tiny demoness' head and hips tighter, harder, like a mother her child in the face of death, as you cry out and ride through your orgasm.
  133.  
  134. Suddenly overcome by dizziness, you slump against the thick tree, panting with exertion. The haze on your mind slowly lifts. Finally able to think clearly again, you pry yourself from the little girl and look down at her, her cute, passed-out features locked in a expression of pure joy.
  135.  
  136. You catch your breath, give her a final pat on the head, then get yourself dressed and leave, feeling a bit more sluggish than usual. Perhaps some rest is in order.
  137.  
  138. //Fatigue +10
  139. //Strength -1
  140. //Corruption +1
  141. //Back to camp
  142. //One hour consumed
  143.  
  144.  
  145. > [Kill]
  146.  
  147. You hook your thumb around one horn, continuing to gently stroke her, and work your other hand downwards, over her soft cheek, then cup her chin. She lazily opens her [AliceEyeColor] eyes, finding yours with a hopeful, anticipating twinkle.
  148.  
  149. "<i>Hmmm~ Ohh, do you wa—</i>" The rest of her sentence is drowned out by a loud crack as you sharply twist her head to the side. Face frozen in a contented smile, the little succubus slumps back against the tree, forever silent.
  150.  
  151. You get up again and brush your hands on a nearby bush. Without as much as another look back, you leave her body to the mercy of whatever finds her next.
  152.  
  153. //Lust +5
  154. //Corruption -1
  155. //Back to camp
  156. //One hour consumed
  157. //Would it be all right to write some heart-warming necrophilia?
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