Author's note.
Because my CYOA's main 'good path' is going to be considered cannon content I decided to try and format it in a way so you all can still enjoy it on Literotica where I've always posted my writing. The choose your own adventure story takes place during Succubus Inquisition Ch 8 and deals with Athanatos' capture. Will he escape or give in to temptation and corruption?
A hazy fog kept the room from clearly being seen. Athanatos leaned back on a large, comfortable cushion. He could feel several bodies cuddled up against him. It hurt to move so he didn't attempt to sit up.
<i>"Gooood boy,"</i> a hushed voice hissed, a shiver traveling down his spine.
The monk couldn't remember anything. Yet, he felt a familiar disconnection—as if he wasn't in his physical body—he couldn't explain. Too difficult to think. Too easy to sit back and relax.
A red-skinned woman with luscious, flowing, raven-colored hair walked through the thick fog, like a siren who owned the night. He should have recognized her, she looked familiar, but he couldn't remember. The woman glided toward him with a mischievous smirk upon her lips. Everything felt wrong, completely wrong. The warning bells going off put him on edge. He felt fear, but couldn't understand why.
Countless hands were massaging his body. Lips and tongues kissed his flesh. The red-skinned woman climbed on top of him until her bright yellow serpent eyes were inches from his. They stared into his soul as if it was her property.
"Everything is falling into place, my pet."
Her weight settled on his lap. For some reason she felt more coherent than the other women around him, as if his mind simply imagined them. Which meant the red skinned woman was actually there. That didn't make sense. Her long nails scratched down his sides, causing his stomach to flip as his abs twitched.
Athan's aching member grew harder as she sat down on it. Her wet nether lips slid back and forth over his trapped dick. The sensation sent thrills and chills up his spine simultaneously. Yet, his mind struggled with that strange feeling. It felt like a warning. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was in trouble.
The red-skinned woman rolled her hips and derailed his thoughts. Athan couldn't help but groan as his eyes rolled back. A part of him desperately wanted to push her onto her back and fuck her until he couldn't take it anymore. The other part knew there was something important he needed to remember.
His hands went to her hips and pain almost short-circuited his mind. Then his throbbing tip rubbed the right spot, pushing into her depths for but a moment. She rolled her hips back and her nether lips slid back down his length. Pleasure distracted him from all the pains he'd been feeling.
"All you have to do is ask," she moaned with a teasing tone.
An image popped into his head. Two horns poking out of her hair. Two leathery wings outstretched behind her, and a slithering tail. The woman had a look of divine bliss. But, the part that bothered him most...the withered corpse below her.
She pressed down harder, sliding along his length faster. The intense pleasure brought him back to reality. Despite the warnings, his body wanted to peak over that edge. Somehow he found the willpower to resist screaming yes.
Or maybe he just couldn't speak, too close. He wouldn't last long at this rate.
"Oh don't worry, baby, you'll be begging me before long." She ran her nails back up his sides, digging into his flesh this time. For the first time since he woke up he actually groaned in pain instead of pleasure.
The flesh wounds backed him off the edge, but barely. In a strange way it just intensified the pleasure her rolling hips brought him.
"You've already cum for me once; each time, you'll crave it more. Until it's the only thing you can think about."
That didn't sound right. He didn't crave her. He just wanted to cum. His clouded mind struggled to think clearly. Each time he pushed through the clouds she would quirk her hips in a new way. By the fourth time he couldn't even remember why he was resisting.
"Ask me, you know you want to," she cried out as warm liquid drenched his lap.
At the breaking point he couldn't concentrate on her words. Or else he'd realize he hadn't cum for her before. If he had, she wouldn't need him to ask for it.
They weren't in his world though. There were rules that had to be followed in the Dream State. Rules that she wouldn't risk him knowing.
"You can't hold out much longer. Wouldn't you rather cum inside me?" Her hands scratched their way to the back of his head, pulling his head up, staring into his glossy eyes. Her eyes manifested intense lust, quickly captivating him.
Thousands of sexual images flashed in his mind as he lost himself in her demonic eyes. His body gave out as he screamed hoarsely. Meridiana pouted before the sensation of his ejaculating member made her climax again. Her luscious lips crushed into his as she kissed him like never before.
The waves of pleasure overwhelmed Athan. Both of them were shaking as her grip tightened. She held on as if she would be washed away otherwise. It lasted far longer than Meridiana had anticipated.
When she opened her eyes next two bright green eyes stared back at her. They weren't glossy.
Everything returned to Athanatos after the orgasm ended. Most importantly he remembered how the demon had been defeated. Banished without succumbing to her. He clearly remembered lasting until Amber jumped his bones.
"Even when I'm in a trance you can't win, Meridiana."
He looked around and found himself laying in a bed of beautiful females, all reaching out, touching him. He felt weak, and drained. Even though he could protest again; he didn't make a move to push the demon away. He was content to lay there relaxing. He attempted to ignore all the hands rubbing, massaging his flesh.
Meridiana stretched out like a cat. She leaned back up, pressing down on his lap.
"Breaking you is going to be so much fun."
