Citrinas II

You charge forward, phallic tentacles outstretched, all sixteen-plus tons of slime body surging toward a single puny human.

Arch-Imago Citrinas, the Hero of Light, watches your attack with mild boredom, making no effort to defend herself. Your tentacles wrap round her and it's like trying to lift a mountain.

"Is this your standard practice for initiating sexual relations?" she asks. "It seems needlessly elaborate."

You start to answer no, and then you think for a second. This afternoon you seduced nine different adventurers, and... yeah, you jumped on pretty much all of them first. "Um. Yes," you admit. "It's usually more of a hit."

"Do I need to disable my ****-movement defenses?" she asks. "I was using [Strength of the Mountain] and [Reality Anchor]. Will those impede the sex?"

"Yes, please," you admit. You're not going to back up and leap at her again, but this will work a lot better if you can move her a little.

You switch tactics, eager to get that awkwardness behind you. Tiny tentacles grasp at her from all sides, burrowing under her clothes. She twitches and squirms as the tentacles climb her body. She seems very sensitive.

"That feels... different," she says. "Distracting..."

Your tentacles reach her magnificent breasts, and you rub them in slow circles. Her nipples harden at your touch. "It does, doesn't it?" you answer. "That's why all the previous adventurers failed. They didn't have the intellect to understand the True Name of Carnachias. They were too distracted."

This woman seems to be sensitive everywhere. She may not be good at expressing things, but her body tells the story: she has all the usual lusts, and they've gone unfulfilled for far too long. Your tentacles climb her legs, teasing the tender skin of her inner thighs. "Can you feel it?" you ask. "Are you starting to sense the outline of the Name?"

You can feel her heartbeat accelerate as your tentacles approach her most sensitive spots. Her breath quickens. "I think... perhaps," she says. "Continue."

Your tentacles reach her pussy and find it already wet. You tease her clit, and she gasps. You press a tentacle up inside her, and you startle a low moan out of her. Her legs go weak, and she nearly falls. You can't resist the urge to taunt her a bit more. "With an intellect such as yours, surely you are sensing the Name. Focus on the sensations. Focus on the feel of my body on your skin..."

She doesn't resist as you lower her to the floor. Your tentacle plunges into and out of her -- just a little, not too deep, but she's soaking wet. You go slowly -- just a little harder, a little thicker, a little faster, easing her into the pleasure. Her eyes have a faraway look as she struggles to find a magical secret that simply doesn't exist. "The Name will feel like a debuff at first," you say. "You'll be able to feel that it's no ordinary spell..." And you activate [Contact Aphrodisiac].

"...Oh!" she whispers. She lies there on the floor, eyes half-lidded, legs open, gasping and moaning as you plunge into her. "I can sense it..." she whispers. "I've nearly reached the Name. Nearly, nearly..." You swirl her clit as you stroke into her, and her moans grow louder and louder, and she cums, helplessly, right there on the floor. You suspect it's the first real orgasm of her life.

(Below, Redhoof reports: "That'll break her concentration if anything will. I think a good hit could kill her. Leraje?"

"NO!" you shout. "HOLD! Don't kill her! I've got this!")

As the aftershocks fade, her eyes open. "I didn't quite grasp it," Citrinas admits. "I was very close. Do it again..."

You check your skill, just to be sure:

[Arcane Ancestry: Humans you mate with will begin to grow obsessed with you, obeying your orders. The effect is greater the more intelligent the victim is.]

Then you check Citrinas:

[Debuff: Arcane Obsession: 37%]

And you fuck her again. You go faster the second time, rougher, thicker. She cums even harder. "Again!" she orders.

The third time, you introduce her to anal, and double penetration. You pin her to the ground and you pound into both her holes, as thick as she can handle. She stares off into the distance as her arousal builds again. "Where is it...?" she whispers as her body trembles. "Why can't I grasp it?" And then the tide of orgasm takes her, and she screams in pleasure to the rhythm of your thrusts.

The third time seems to break her. She lies there on her back, staring vacantly at the ceiling, drooling slightly. You check her status again:

[Debuff: Arcane Obsession: 143%]

"Arch-Imago Citrinas," you order. "Don't do anything unless I tell you to. Give me all your items -- everything that you own and can access from here."

Her eyes are blank, but the room starts to fill with loot. Weapons, armor, jewels, staves, rings, scrolls, potions -- a vast wealth of treasure, appearing from whatever extradimensional space she stores it in. How many dungeons has she looted, you wonder?

"Direct order," you say, "surrender!"

"I surrender," she agrees easily.

Quest complete: defeat Grand Imago Citrinas (+90Mxp)

And it's done.

You fuck her a few more times after that, but that's just for fun, rather than quest completion.