In the maw of the beast.

This couldn’t go on, you couldn’t do this, it wasn't safe. These thoughts rushed around your mind incessantly as the ministrations of the Völva women continued.

Every inch of your body screamed in pleasure as milky teats were being shoved on your face, fingers and tongues found their way into your every hole, and even your feet, ears and neck were being slowly devoured by Mamma and her daughters.

Their teeth playfully teased your nipples; their tongues prodded both your ass and pussy with glee, their breasts and cunts rubbed against your skin, leaving you with a particular shine of breast milk and juices. Every part of the experience was orgasmic in its own way, and the combination only reinforced each other to drive your body to madness.

Deep within your mind, however, in the small corner that still hadn’t been fogged by the intense pleasure, a part of you couldn’t see this bona fide orgy in any other way: You were being devoured.

The teeth, the tongues, the fluids acting as lubricant. You were not in a well-lit, fancily-decorated room being pampered and pleasured by beautiful women. You were inside the maw of some otherworldly being that fed on pleasure, and unless you pulled yourself out of it soon you would never be allowed to leave. You would become just another prey, another meal for the insatiable appetite of this… Creature, which seemed to be having a feast with its newest catch, and which would surely discard it sooner or later to find a tastier one.

Slowly, but surely, this thought became stronger. Your survival instinct, you will to fight glowing brighter and brighter inside your clouded mind, slowly driving the fog away and allowing you to think clearer by the minute.

This shouldn’t be your end, you thought. Sure, your improvised adventure so far had been short, but it was yours, it was your story, outside of the programming that had shackled you thus far.

And now this is how your story ended? By being shackled once again by the game? No. You could not just give yourself away to pleasure and let that happen.

It took a lot of willpower, and a lot of raw strength, to pull yourself away from the völva women. You experienced first-hand just how disproportionately strong they were for their feminine frame, as you tried to pry their mouths and fingers out of your holes, and Mamma’s tits away from your face.

You managed to gather enough strength to pull yourself away from the women for just a moment. Just enough to speak, to remind Mamma of her debt, to state that keeping you as prisoners would be a great blow to Anne as it would mean he lost not one but two people to an uncertain fate.

It was but a moment, a faint lapse in the völva’s strength and viciousness. But the seed of doubt had already been planted inside the big-titted völva’s head, and as her daughters plugged once again your holes with their tongues, she instead fell into deep thinking.

It took but an order from their “mother” for the völva to leave your body alone, at last. You were wet, not just between your legs, but all over, the völvas’ spit, milk and pussy juice shinning faintly in the well-lit room as you just laid on the floor exhausted.

She would free you. She would free you and the Player both, and send you both safely to Anne’s house.

The warm old lady had offered them hospitality and civility at a time where, even to most NPC’s eyes, they were just dangerous monsters to be avoided or attacked. She had shown their generous nature to them freely, and it was now their turn to do the same, to repay a generous gift with a generous gift. Even if it meant losing their newest toy.

With a snap of her fingers, Mamma ordered her daughters to clean and clothe you.
She would personally take you into the dungeons.