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----- Characters: <<if hasVisited("WorkWithMaggie")>>\ <<message "Ben Delway" "BD">>\ Ben is a woodcutter who lives outside of town. He is an old friend of Derrick, and is recognizable by his large stature. Him and his equally giant son often spend their nights drinking in the tavern and teasing you and Maggie. <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("BlakeConversationStart")>>\ <<message "Blake Northcott" "BN">>\ Blake is one of the Northcott brothers living at the Northcott ranch. Blake is the older of the brothers. He is often cocky and self centered. Current Relationship: $blake.relationship Corruption: $blake.corruption <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("TavernCaravan")>>\ <<message "Brendon Milton" "BM">>\ Brendon is Derrick's only son. Brendon helps run the brewery and sometimes assists with running the tavern. Brendon is engaged to Maggie, but only recently dreamed of escaping the town. Current Relationship: $brendon.relationship Corruption: $brendon.corruption <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("EncounterBrula")>>\ <<message "Brula" "B">>\ Brula is the oldest woman in town and an incorrigible gossip. She was friends with Gerta so you know her fairly well. Brula spends most of her days relaxing in the town square. <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("CadeConversationStart")>>\ <<message "Cade Northcott" "CN">>\ Cade is the younger of the two Northcott brothers. Cade is better with horses than his older brother, but because he is smaller, Blake often picks on Cade, especially because Blake suspects Cade to have a crush on his friend Christian. Current Relationship: $cade.relationship Corruption: $cade.corruption <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("ChristianConversationStart")>>\ <<message "Christian Shipley" "CS">>\ Christian works for his father Jack at the chandlery where he sells candles and oil. He has a close friendship with Blake which may blossom into something more. Current Relationship: $christian.relationship Corruption: $christian.corruption <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("TavernVisit") || hasVisited("Tavern")>>\ <<message "Derrick Milton" "DM">>\ Derrick is an ex-merchant who settled down in Vensbruck to run the local tavern. He has always been friendly to you and Gerta, and often collects donations to help support you. Derrick's wife Nora died when giving birth to Derrick's only son, Brendon. Current Relationship: $derrick.relationship Corruption: $derrick.corruption <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("TavernVisit")>>\ <<message "Francis Potter" "FP">>\ Francis is a bookish farmer who lives with his wife Samantha. Francis is currently head of the town council. Current Relationship: $francis.relationship Corruption: $francis.corruption <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("FirstTownVisit")>>\ <<message "Fredrick Maples" "FM">>\ Fredrick Maples is a fisherman who lives in town. He often gives you gifts of fresh and salted fish. Current Relationship: $fredrick.relationship <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<message "Gerta" "G">>\ Gerta, your late mentor, adopted you at a young age after your mother's death. She taught you everything you know about magic and potion. Gerta trained you as her successor both in witchcraft and as the town healer before she died. <</message>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("FindFishermanHut")>>\ <<message "Gregor" "Gr">>\ Gregor is a hermit who lives in a hut deep in the forest. Outside his hut is a small pond which Gregor claims is the entrance to a system of underwater caves. <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("JessConversationStart")>>\ <<message "Harlan Kendall" "HK">>\ Harlan is Jess and Leah's father. You don't know the man very well. He is reasonably attractive for his age, and runs a woodworking business, making furniture for the town. Current Relationship: $harlan.relationship Corruption: $harlan.corruption <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("WorkWithMaggie")>>\ <<message "Harris Delway" "HD">>\ Harris is a large woodcutter who lives just outside town. Harris and his father Ben enjoy drinking at the tavern and are often rowdy. <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("NorthcottRanch")>>\ <<message "Jacob Northcott" "JN">>\ Jacob Northcott is the owner of Northcott ranch, where he breeds and raises horses. Jacob has two sons, Blake and Cade. Current Relationship: $jacob.relationship Corruption: $jacob.corruption <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("JennyConversationStart")>>\ <<message "Jenny Northcott" "JY">>\ Jenny Northcott is the mother of Cade and Blake. She is married to Jacob and works on the ranch. She is very good with animals, often working in the stables. <<if $jenny.horselove == 1>>\ Jenny has found herself having strange thoughts around the horses recently. <<elseif $jenny.horselove == 2>>\ Jenny still thinks of herself as a modest, godly woman and a mother, even if she gets strangely arousing thoughts whenever she's around horse cum. <</if>>\ Current Relationship: $jenny.relationship Corruption: $jenny.corruption <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("JessConversationStart")>>\ <<message "Jess Kendall" "JK">>\ Jess Kendall is one of the few girls you knew well growing up. As a child you knew her well, but as you grew older your studies caused you to drift apart. Jess has started working with her father in the workshop. Current Relationship: $jess.relationship Corruption: $jess.corruption <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("EncounterLeah")>>\ <<message "Leah Kendall" "LK">>\ Leah is the younger sister of your friend Jess. Leah is two years younger than you, but she has always seemed interested in you, especially when she was younger and followed you and Jess around. Current Relationship: $leah.relationship Corruption: $leah.corruption ($leah.corXP/<<print $xplevels[$leah.corruption]>>) <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("FirstTownVisit")>>\ <<message "Maggie Dreyer" "MD">>\ Maggie has been one of your best friends as long as you can remember. She has always been very religious, often dressing very modestly and playing down her natural beauty in the name of chastity. Current Relationship: $maggie.relationship Corruption: $maggie.corruption ($maggie.corXP/<<print $xplevels[$maggie.corruption]>>) <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("MariusConversationStart")>>\ <<message "Marius" "M">>\ Marius is the mysterious smuggler from Hadras who Derrick introduced you to. He has access to a variety of illicit goods including lepidenum oil. Current Relationship: $marius.relationship Corruption: $marius.corruption <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("ChurchVisit")>>\ <<message "Reya Drire" "RD">>\ Reya is the town priestess. She took over after the death of the old priest, moving to Vensbruck from the city of Hadras. Although she seems older, Reya is around thirty years old. Reya has asked you to help out around the church from time to time. <<if $reya.dominance >= 0>> Reya is currently dominant.<<else>> Reya is currently submissive. <</if>> Current Relationship: $reya.relationship Corruption: $reya.corruption ($reya.corXP/<<print $xplevels[$reya.corruption]>>) <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if hasVisited("SamanthaTalk")>>\ <<message "Samantha Potter" "SP">>\ Samantha is an attractive farmer who is about fifteen years older than you. She is married to Francis. Current Relationship: $samantha.relationship Corruption: $samantha.corruption <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<button "Close">><<dialogclose>><</button>> -----

<<if $version < $curversion>> <<set $version += 1>> <</if>> <<for $version; $version <= $curversion; $version++>> <<if $version == 1>> <<set $version to 1>> <</if>> <</for>>

----- Ingredients: Chamomile $chamomile Ginseng $ginseng Lekkaroot $lekkaroot <<if $spectrewort > 0>>\ Spectrewort $spectrewort <</if>>\ <<if $hornetvenom > 0>>\ Hornet Venom $hornetvenom <</if>>\ <<if $animaflower > 0>>\ Anima Flower $animaflower <</if>>\ <<if $adicialeaves > 0>>\ Adicia Leaves $adicialeaves <</if>>\ <<if $marestvine > 0>>\ Marest Vine $marestvine <</if>>\ <<if $mesmerpollen > 0>>\ Mesmer Pollen $mesmerpollen <</if>>\ Other Items: <<if $alcohol > 0>>\ Alcohol $alcohol <</if>>\ Coins $coin <<if $cum > 0>>\ Cum $cum <</if>>\ <<if $ectoplasm > 0>>\ Ectoplasm $ectoplasm <</if>>\ <<if $lepidenumoil > 0>>\ Lepidenum Oil $lepidenumoil <</if>>\ <<if $flags.includes("WolfPelt")>>\ Wolf Fur Coat <</if>>\ <<button "Close">><<dialogclose>><</button>> -----

------ You open your mentor's old journal and page through it, looking for information. <<link "Chamomile">><<dialogclose>><<popup "Chamomile" "Chamomile" "menu">><</link>> <<link "Ginseng">><<dialogclose>><<popup "Ginseng" "Ginseng" "menu">><</link>> <<link "Lekkaroot">><<dialogclose>><<popup "Lekkaroot" "Lekkaroot" "menu">><</link>> <<link "Spectrewort">><<dialogclose>><<popup "Spectrewort" "Spectrewort" "menu">><</link>> <<link "Adicia Leaves">><<dialogclose>><<popup "AdiciaLeaves" "Adicia Leaves" "menu">><</link>> <<if hasVisited("ExperimentWithLepidenumOil")>>\ <<link "Lepidenum Oil">><<dialogclose>><<popup "LepidenumOil" "Lepidenum Oil" "menu">><</link>> <</if>>\ <<if $flags.includes("HornetVenomUsed")>>\ <<link "Hornet Venom">><<dialogclose>><<popup "HornetVenom" "Hornet Venom" "menu">><</link>> <</if>>\ <<if hasVisited("FindMarestVine")>>\ <<link "Marest Vine">><<dialogclose>><<popup "MarestVine" "Marest Vine" "menu">><</link>> <</if>>\ <<link "Mesmer Pollen">><<dialogclose>><<popup "MesmerPollen" "Mesmer Pollen" "menu">><</link>> <<button "Close">><<dialogclose>><</button>> ------

Welcome to Witch's Brew, a game about being a witch in a small fantasy town with too much time on her hands and an abundance of potion ingredients. This game is adult sandbox interactive fiction meant to be played by adults. By playing, you confirm that you are 18 or older. This game features sexual content and fetishes which may not be to everyone's liking, including situations of questionable consent. All situations and characters in this game are fictional. This is version 0.0$version! [[Start Game]]

<<if $flags.includes("OldNav")>>\ [[Dreyer Household|DreyerHouse]] [[Kendall Household|KendallHouse]] [[Tavern]] [[Church]] [[Gregor's Hut|FishermanHut]] [[Hospital]] [[Potter Farm|PotterFarm]] [[Northcott Ranch|NorthcottRanch]] [[Shipley House|ShipleyHouse]] <<else>>\ <img src="Vensbruck.jpg" usemap="#image-map">\ <map name="image-map">\ <area data-passage="FishermanHut" alt="Gregor's Hut" title="Gregor's Hut" coords="149,251,232,251,345,210,305,112,232,74,131,107,84,172,99,217" shape="poly">\ <area data-passage="PotterFarm" alt="Potter Farm" title="Potter Farm" coords="844,1306,956,1250,1070,1248,1146,1299,1148,1397,1077,1420,981,1438,887,1435,830,1379" shape="poly">\ <area data-passage="Church" alt="New Church" title="New Church" coords="1124,574,1094,684,1101,798,1168,852,1289,838,1347,749,1423,709,1361,583,1256,559,1202,586" shape="poly">\ <area data-passage="DreyerHouse" alt="Dreyer House" title="Dreyer House" coords="547,613,509,698,571,774,645,767,708,744,690,695,634,626" shape="poly">\ <area data-passage="ShipleyHouse" alt="Shipley House" title="Shipley House" coords="685,807,683,769,732,716,777,680,828,695,862,733,866,783,864,811" shape="poly">\ <area data-passage="Tavern" alt="Tavern" title="Tavern" coords="967,673,882,742,980,796,1079,789,1079,711,1016,678" shape="poly">\ <area data-passage="KendallHouse" alt="KendallHouse" title="KendallHouse" coords="1079,935,1034,1031,1077,1066,1211,1064,1224,1020" shape="poly">\ <area data-passage="NorthcottRanch" alt="Northcott Ranch" title="Northcott Ranch" coords="1750,1062,1627,1160,1698,1342,1957,1344,1944,1178" shape="poly">\ <area data-passage="Hospital" alt="Hospital" title="Hospital" coords="972,519,896,657,1086,662,1077,592,1048,530" shape="poly">\ </map>\ <</if>>\ <<return>>

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<<set $curversion to 6>> <<if $energy == 0>> <<set $townvisited to 1>> <<set $energy to 3>> <</if>> <<if $player.bust > 12>> <<set $player.bust to 12>> <</if>> <<if !tags().includes("menu")>> <<set $lastpassage to passage()>> <</if>>

------- Active Quests: <<if $quests.includes("Maggie1")>> <<message "A Potion for Maggie" "M1">>\ You friend Maggie has asked you to bring her a potion for cramps. You should make one at the hut using ingredients on hand. Your journal may have some insight into the ingredients. <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("Leah1")>> <<message "A Potion for Leah" "L1">>\ Leah asked if you had some medicine which could help her sleep. Make a potion and give it to her. <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("JessHarlanPotion")>> <<message "A Potion for Jess" "JHP">>\ Jess has tasked you with making a potion that can increase her productivity in the workshop. Make her a potion that helps, and maybe add a little extra. <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("FishermanTrade")>> <<message "Acquiring a Net" "FT">>\ Gregor, the hermit who lives outside of town, has offered you a trade. If you bring him some of Derrick's special grain alcohol, he will give you his fishing net. <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("TavernWork")>> <<message "Work at the Tavern - Repeatable" "TW">>\ Derrick has told you he would be okay with you helping out around the tavern whenever you feel like doing something. You feel like it would be a good way to get to know him. It would also be nice to help him out a little after all the help he's given you over the years. <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("MaggieTavern")>> <<message "A New Waitress" "MT">>\ Your have decided to see if you can get Maggie to help out around the tavern. If you maintain your friendship with her, you think she will accept the invitation. <<if hasVisited("MaggieTavernTalk")>> You've asked Maggie to work at the tavern, and she accepted. Now you'll just have to guide her through her first day.<</if>> <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("CadeChristian1")>> <<message "Forbidden Love" "FL">>\ You told Cade you would find out how Christian felt about him, but maybe you can help out a little bit more. <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("CadeChristian2")>> <<message "Forbidden Love" "FL2">>\ You told Christian about Cade's feelings, and encouraged Christian to confess his own feelings to Cade. Now all you can do is wait. <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("ObtainingOil1")>> <<message "Obtaining Oil" "OO1">>\ You are dead set on obtaining lepidenum oil, the sacred oil used by Reya. It has miraculous properties, but Reya refuses to give any to you. If you can find someone with contacts in Hadras, you may be able to procure some on the black market. <<if $quests.includes("ObtainingOil2")>>\ Derrick has told you he has a contact in the black market who may be able to sell you some lepidenum oil. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("ObtainingOil3")>>\ Marius, Derrick's contact, has told you he will bring lepidenum oil and sell it for 35 coins. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("ObtainingOil4")>>\ You bought lepidenum oil from Marius, and now you just have to test it out to discover its uses. <</if>>\ <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("HauntedHospital1")>> <<message "The Haunted Hospital" "HH1">>\ You've promised Leah that you will help her with her dream of starting a hospital for the town. First you'll need to find a building. You have the perfect place in mind: an abandoned house near the edge of town. You'll just have to request it from Francis Potter. <<if $quests.includes("HauntedHospital2")>>\ It took a little convincing, but Francis finally agreed to give you control over the abandoned house. Now you just need to talk to Leah about turning it into a hospital. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("HauntedHospital3")>>\ You've gotten access to the hospital and started cleaning it up but a mysterious presence has been "haunting" you. You are determined to figure out what is causing the strange disturbances. <</if>>\ <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("JessHarlan2")>> <<message "Father-Daughter Bonding" "FDB">>\ Your potion seems to have pushed Jess and Harlan's relationship to new levels. Perhaps you can push it further if you find the opportunity. <<if $quests.includes("JessHarlan3")>>\ Jess has asked for more of the aphrodisiac you gave her made from lekkaroot and hornet venom. <<elseif $quests.includes("JessHarlan4")>>\ Jess and Harlan might not even need the help of your potions after last time... <<elseif $quests.includes("JessHarlan5")>>\ Jess and Harlan clearly enjoy their bonding time. Now you just need to get them to do it without your potions at all. -This is as much as you can complete in this update.- <</if>>\ <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("SearchingSource")>> <<message "Searching for a Source" "SS">>\ Kelrick told you about his theories on the source of magic. You told him you would help him search for proof of his theory by taking him on excursions in the woods. <<if $quests.includes("SearchingSource2")>> You've discovered a source, but it is too powerful for Kelrick to approach. You know it is located underground near Gregor's hut, but you need to find a way to get to it. -This is as much as you can complete in this update.- <</if>>\ <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("Wedding")>> <<message "Maggie's Wedding" "MW">>\ Maggie's wedding is coming up in $daystillwedding days. If you want the ceremony to be interesting you could try corrupting Maggie, or Brendon, or both! <<if $flags.includes("Dress")>> You've already helped Maggie get her dress. Now you just have to wait for the day of the ceremony. <<else>> Optional: Check in with Maggie about her wedding dress. <</if>>\ <</message>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("TPI")>> <<message "The Potter Affair" "TPI1">>\ Francis Potter has asked you for help dealing with his wife Samantha's infidelity. <<if $quests.includes("TPIVengeance")>>\ You've convinced Francis to get revenge on his wife, potentially with you. You just need to make him bigger, maybe using an oil potion? You could swear Reya used some oil in her ceremonies... <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPIVengeance1")>>\ Now that Francis isn't so "small" anymore, theres a lot more for Samantha to be jealous about. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPIBreakup")>>\ You've convinced Francis the just needs to cut things off with Samantha. Time will tell if he's brave enough to actually do it. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPIBreakup1")>>\ Samantha and Francis won't be getting back together any time soon, but you doubt Francis will be over it any time soon. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPIHelp")>>\ You've told Francis that you'll have a talk with Derrick, but if you know Derrick, he probably won't agree to stop seeing Samantha for nothing. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPIHelp1")>>\ Derrick has agreed to stop seeing Samantha, after all he's found a new plaything. Now you just have to hope Samantha doesn't do anything rash. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPIHelp2")>>\ Samantha seems satisfied... for now. She's clearly not happy though. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPISamantha")>>\ Why haven't you been the one cheating with Samantha this whole time? All you know now is that you want more. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPISamantha2")>>\ Samantha is almost too easy to corrupt. Maybe it's time to let Francis know he's not in the picture anymore. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPIConfront")>>\ You've convinced Francis to confront Derrick directly. Maybe that was a little irresponsible, but you're sure it will at least be a spectacle. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPIConfront1")>>\ Poor Francis. All you can do now is help him and hope this doesn't break the poor man completely. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPISize")>>\ You've promised Francis that you'll help him out with his "size issue". All you need now is a way to do it. Maybe some sort of topical potion? You've seen Reya use some sort of anointing oil in ceremonies, maybe that would work. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPISizePromise")>>\ You promised Samantha you'd help spice up her sex life. Now you just need to convince Francis you can actually help. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPISize2")>>\ Well that worked better than expected. Francis is not going to have any problems with size anymore... Hopefully Samantha is happy with it. <</if>>\ <</message>>\ <</if>>\ <<button "Close">><<dialogclose>><</button>> -------

------ <<link "Toggle graphical map.">>\ <<if $flags.includes("OldNav")>>\ <<run $flags.delete("OldNav")>>\ <<else>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("OldNav")>>\ <</if>>\ <<dialogclose>> <<popup "Settings" "Settings" "menu">> <</link>>\ <<if !$flags.includes("OldNav")>>\ Currently On <<else>>\ Currently Off <</if>>\ <<link "Toggle bestiality content.">>\ <<if $flags.includes("NoBeast")>>\ <<run $flags.delete("NoBeast")>>\ <<else>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("NoBeast")>>\ <</if>>\ <<dialogclose>> <<popup "Settings" "Settings" "menu">> <</link>>\ <<if $flags.includes("NoBeast")>>\ Currently Off <<else>>\ Currently On <</if>>\ <<button "Close">><<dialogclose>><</button>> -----

$name <<if $flags.includes("Started")>>\ <<link "Appearance">><<popup "Appearance" "Appearance" "menu">><</link>> <<link "Characters">><<popup "Characters" "Characters" "menu">><</link>> <<link "Quests">><<popup "Quests" "Quests" "menu">><</link>> <<link "Inventory">><<popup "Inventory" "Inventory" "menu">><</link>> <<link "Journal">><<popup "Journal" "Journal" "menu">><</link>> <</if>>\ <<if $ingredients[0]>> Your potion: <<potion print>> <</if>> <<link "Settings">><<popup "Settings" "Settings" "menu">><</link>>

<<set $version to 7>> <<set $curversion to 7>> <<set $name to "">> <<set $day to 0>> <<set $lastpassage to "">> <<set $quests to []>> <<set $ingredients to []>> <<set $flags to []>> <<set $numingredients to 0>> <<set $townvisited to 0>> <<set $energy to 3>> <<set $daystillwedding to 14>> <<set $dreyerhouse to 0>> <<set $kendallhouse to 0>> <<set $tavern to 0>> <<set $fishermanhut to 0>> <<set $hospital to 0>> <<set $potterfarm to 0>> <<set $shipleyhouse to 0>> <<set $northcottranch to 0>> <<set $coin to 0>> <<set $leahdates to 0>> <<set $hasNet to false>> <<set $counciltimer to -1>> <<set $busts to ["AAA cup","AA cup", "A cup", "B cup", "C cup", "D cup", "DD cup", "F cup", "G cup", "H cup", "I cup", "J cup", "K cup"]>> <<set $hairlengths to ["bald", "buzzed hair", "short hair", "ear length hair", "shoulder length hair", "medium hair", "long hair", "stomach length hair", "hip length hair", "knee length hair", "ankle length hair", "incredibly long hair"]>> <<set $xplevels to [5, 25, 125, 625, 3125, 15625, 78125, 390625, 1953125, 2000000]>> <<set $forestcommon to ["FindLekkaroot", "FindChamomile", "FindGinseng", "Hornets", "FindFishermanHut",]>> <<set $forestrare to ["FindMesmerPollen", "FindMarestVine"]>> <<set $forestveryrare to ["CatchSamanthaCheating"]>> <<set $forestnightcommon to ["ForestNight"]>> <<set $forestnightrare to ["FindSpectrewort","WolfEncounter"]>> <<set $town to ["NothingHappens", "TavernVisit", "EncounterBrula", "EncounterBrula", "GlimpseLily", "VisitGraveyard"]>> <<set $taverncommon to ["QuietDay", "Spill"]>> <<set $tavernrare to ["TavernCaravan"]>> <<set $churchevent to ["Dusting", "LightCandles", "AssistWithCeremony"]>> <<set $catcommon to ["RoamTheNight"]>> <<set $catuncommon to ["Hunt"]>> <<set $catrare to ["WatchLilyMasturbate"]>> <<set $sleepevents to ["DefaultSleep"]>> <<set $gossip to ["CadeChristianRumor", "GregorRumor"]>> <<set $ginseng to 5>> <<set $lekkaroot to 5>> <<set $chamomile to 5>> <<set $spectrewort to 0>> <<set $hornetvenom to 0>> <<set $animaflower to 0>> <<set $alcohol to 0>> <<set $adicialeaves to 0>> <<set $strangefungus to 0>> <<set $ectoplasm to 0>> <<set $lepidenumoil to 0>> <<set $mesmerpollen to 0>> <<set $marestvine to 0>> <<set $cum to 0>> <<set $horsecum to 0>> <<set $player to { bust : 2, hairlength : 5, haircolor : "brown", face : "feminine", lips : "pretty", weight : "slim", height : "average height", butt : "toned", boobadj : "perky", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "perky", clitlength : 0.2, penislength : 0, vagina : "virgin", pubichair : "unruly", breastnoun : "breasts", genitalnoun : "vagina", fluids : 1, addictionlevel : 0, addictiontype : ""}>> <<set $perks to []>> <<set $maggie to { relationship : 5, bust : 4, hairlength : 7, haircolor : "blonde", face : "beautiful", lips : "full", weight : "slim", height : "average height", butt : "curvy", boobadj : "round", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "perky", clitlength : 0.2, penislength : 0, vagina : "virgin", pubichair : "short", breastnoun : "breasts", genitalnoun : "vagina", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2, addictionlevel : 0, addictiontype : ""}>> <<set $leah to { relationship : 2, bust : 2, hairlength : 8, haircolor : "strawberry blonde", face : "feminine", lips : "curved", weight : "slim", height : "average height", butt : "cute", boobadj : "tiny", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "erect", clitlength : 0.3, penislength : 0, vagina : "virgin", pubichair : "unshaven", breastnoun : "breasts", genitalnoun : "vagina", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2, addictionlevel : 0, addictiontype : ""}>> <<set $jess to { relationship : 4, bust : 3, hairlength : 4, haircolor : "light brown", face : "pretty", lips : "full", weight : "muscular", height : "average height", butt : "round", boobadj : "perky", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "perky", clitlength : 0.3, penislength : 0, vagina : "virgin", pubichair : "trimmed", breastnoun : "breasts", genitalnoun : "vagina", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2, addictionlevel : 0, addictiontype : ""}>> <<set $evan to { relationship : 2, bust : 0, hairlength : 2, haircolor : "light brown", face : "masculine", lips : "full", weight : "average", height : "average height", butt : "toned", boobadj : "flat", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "small", clitlength : 0, penislength : 8, vagina : "", pubichair : "light", breastnoun : "chest", genitalnoun : "penis", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2}>> <<set $brendon to { relationship : 0, bust : 0, hairlength : 2, haircolor : "brown", face : "handsome", lips : "full", weight : "trim", height : "tall", butt : "toned", boobadj : "flat", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "small", clitlength : 0, penislength : 8, vagina : "", pubichair : "curly", breastnoun : "chest", genitalnoun : "penis", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2}>> <<set $derrick to { relationship : 2, bust : 0, hairlength : 2, haircolor : "brown", face : "masculine", lips : "thin", weight : "muscled", height : "tall", butt : "toned", boobadj : "flat", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "small", clitlength : 0, penislength : 7, vagina : "", pubichair : "thick", breastnoun : "chest", genitalnoun : "penis", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2}>> <<set $harlan to { relationship : 0, bust : 0, hairlength : 2, haircolor : "brown", face : "masculine", lips : "thin", weight : "muscled", height : "tall", butt : "toned", boobadj : "flat", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "small", clitlength : 0, penislength : 8.5, vagina : "", pubichair : "thick", breastnoun : "chest", genitalnoun : "penis", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2}>> <<set $henry to { relationship : 0, bust : 0, hairlength : 2, haircolor : "brown", face : "masculine", lips : "thin", weight : "portly", height : "short", butt : "flat", boobadj : "flat", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "small", clitlength : 0, penislength : 5, vagina : "", pubichair : "thick", breastnoun : "chest", genitalnoun : "penis", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2}>> <<set $fredrick to { relationship : 3, bust : 0, hairlength : 1, haircolor : "black", face : "jovial", lips : "thin", weight : "average", height : "short", butt : "flat", boobadj : "flat", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "small", clitlength : 0, penislength : 4, vagina : "", pubichair : "thick", breastnoun : "chest", genitalnoun : "penis", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2}>> <<set $christian to { relationship : 0, bust : 0, hairlength : 4, haircolor : "golden", face : "handsome", lips : "thin", weight : "average", height : "medium height", butt : "round", boobadj : "flat", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "small", clitlength : 0, penislength : 6, vagina : "", pubichair : "trimmed", breastnoun : "chest", genitalnoun : "penis", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2}>> <<set $cade to { relationship : 0, bust : 0, hairlength : 5, haircolor : "dark brown", face : "androgynous", lips : "thin", weight : "average", height : "medium height", butt : "round", boobadj : "flat", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "small", clitlength : 0, penislength : 7, vagina : "", pubichair : "trimmed", breastnoun : "chest", genitalnoun : "penis", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2, addictionlevel : 0, addictiontype : ""}>> <<set $blake to { relationship : 0, bust : 0, hairlength : 3, haircolor : "dark brown", face : "masculine", lips : "thin", weight : "average", height : "tall", butt : "defined", boobadj : "flat", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "small", clitlength : 0, penislength : 8, vagina : "", pubichair : "wild", breastnoun : "chest", genitalnoun : "penis", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2, addictionlevel : 0, addictiontype : ""}>> <<set $jacob to { relationship : 0, bust : 0, hairlength : 1, haircolor : "black", face : "masculine", lips : "thin", weight : "average", height : "tall", butt : "defined", boobadj : "flat", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "small", clitlength : 0, penislength : 7.5, vagina : "", pubichair : "wild", breastnoun : "chest", genitalnoun : "penis", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2}>> <<set $harris to { relationship : 0, bust : 0, hairlength : 2, haircolor : "brown", face : "masculine", lips : "thin", weight : "muscular", height : "very tall", butt : "muscular", boobadj : "flat", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "small", clitlength : 0, penislength : 8.5, vagina : "", pubichair : "wild", breastnoun : "chest", genitalnoun : "penis", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2}>> <<set $annalise to { relationship : 0, bust : 4, hairlength : 4, haircolor : "copper", face : "seductive", lips : "full", weight : "petite", height : "short", butt : "round", boobadj : "heavy", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "perky", clitlength : 0.1, penislength : 0, vagina : "perfect", pubichair : "natural", breastnoun : "breasts", genitalnoun : "vagina", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2}>> <<set $samantha to { relationship : 0, bust : 6, hairlength : 5, haircolor : "copper", face : "seductive", lips : "pouty", weight : "curvy", height : "average height", butt : "plump", boobadj : "heavy", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : 0.7, clitlength : 0.4, penislength : 0, vagina : "loose", pubichair : "shaved", breastnoun : "tits", genitalnoun : "vagina", corruption: 2, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2}>> <<set $lily to { relationship : 0, bust : 4, hairlength : 6, haircolor : "black", face : "pretty", lips : "scarlet", weight : "curvy", height : "tall", butt : "cushiony", boobadj : "firm", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "perky", clitlength : 1.4, penislength : 0, vagina : "flushed", pubichair : "shaved", breastnoun : "boobs", genitalnoun : "vagina", corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2}>> <<set $reya to { relationship : 0, bust : 5, hairlength : 9, haircolor : "chestnut", face : "feminine", lips : "thin", weight : "slim", height : "tall", butt : "round", boobadj : "perky", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "perky", clitlength : 0.1, penislength : 0, vagina : "flushed", pubichair : "natural", breastnoun : "boobs", genitalnoun : "vagina", corruption: 1, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2, dominance : 1, addictionlevel : 0, addictiontype : ""}>> <<set $marius to { relationship : 0, jealousy: 0, penislength : 6.5, corruption: 1, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2, dominance : 5}>> <<set $francis to { relationship : -2, jealousy: 1, penislength : 4.5, corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2, dominance : 5}>> <<set $kelrick to { relationship : 1, jealousy: 0, penislength : 7.5, corruption: 4, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2, dominance : 0, lust : 0}>> <<set $zaren to { relationship : 1, jealousy: 0, penislength : 7.5, corruption: 4, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2, dominance : 0}>> <<set $jenny to { relationship : 2, bust : 6, hairlength : 4, haircolor : "strawberry blonde", face : "motherly", lips : "full", weight : "petite", height : "short", butt : "curvy", boobadj : "heavy", tempboobadj : "", nipplelength : "perky", clitlength : 0.2, corruption: 0, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2, addictionlevel : 0, addictiontype : "", horselove : 0}>>

<<widget "updater">> <<if $args[0] == 1>> <<set $version to 1>> <<elseif $args[0] == 2>> <<set $version to 2>> <<set $flags to []>> <<set $marius to { relationship : 0, jealousy: 0, penislength : 6.5, corruption: 1, corXP: 0, maxlvl : 2, dominance : 5}>> <<set $lepidenumoil to 0>> <<set $mesmerpollen to 0>> <<set $marestvine to 0>> <<set $spectrewort to 0>> <<run $forestrare.push("FindMarestVine")>> <<run $forestrare.push("FindMesmerPollen")>> <<run $forestrare.delete("FindSpectrewort")>> <<elseif $args[0] == 3>> <<set $version to 3>> <<elseif $args[0] == 4>> <<set $version to 4>> <</if>> <</widget>>

<<widget "potion">>\ <<if $args[0] == "add">>\ <<run $ingredients.push($args[1])>>\ <<elseif $args[0] == "base">>\ <<set $base to $args[1]>>\ <<elseif $args[0] == "remove">>\ <<run $ingredients.delete($args[1])>>\ <<elseif $args[0] == "print">>\ The potion is made with a base of $base and contains <<if $ingredients[2]>>$ingredients[2],<</if>><<if $ingredients[1]>> $ingredients[1] and <</if>>$ingredients[0]. <<elseif $args[0] == "clear">>\ <<set $base to "">>\ <<set $ingredients to []>>\ <</if>>\ <</widget>>\

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"I wanted to ask about your brother, Cade." you tell Blake. He stops working and leans on a partially depleted hay bale. "What do you want to know about the kid? He's always been odd, and now him and the chandler's son are always hanging out alone together like no one can tell what they're up to." Blake says in a disgusted tone of voice. "Why does it concern you what they do?" You ask. You are surprised by the anger in your voice. "I don't think it's any of your business." "He's my brother and he has the family name, that's why it's my business." Blake says back. You want to hit him, but he's so much stronger than you that you don't think it would be a good idea. "If you are so concerned about your reputation, then why are you the one spreading the rumors?" You say coolly, trying not to lose control of your emotions. Blake doesn't know how to respond to that, and so he goes back to work. [[Keep Talking|BlakeConversationStart]]

As you watch Blake work you can help but stare at his muscular chest, gleaming with sweat. The sight of his powerful body tensing and straining as he completes his task has you worked up and dripping with desire. //It's a shame that he's such an asshole though,// you think. If only there was a way to put him in his place. The beginnings of a plan come together in your head which makes you shudder with delight. You pull your potion from your bag and hesitate for a moment. If this works, you will have a lot of fun. If not, who knows how Blake will react. You're too horny to care, deciding to just go for it. Careful not to give anything away to Blake, you slide your panties down your thighs, stopping where your skirt easily covers them so that only you know your pussy is open to the air. Your secret naughtiness has you burning with arousal. You're so turned on that you almost drop your potion as you uncork it. The smell of hornet venom and lepidenum oil wafting to your nostrils reminds you of your past experiences with the potion, making you blush. Blake is still moving hay just a few feet away, oblivious to your illicit actions. He has no clue that you're currently oiling your drooling pussy, paying special attention to your needy clit. The potion takes effect quickly, first making your pussy tingle with artificial heat and then spreading through your body like wildfire. You massage the oil onto your clit, making yourself shudder. A slight moan escapes your lips, sounding undeniably erotic. You freeze, looking at Blake to make sure he didn't notice. If he did, he gives no indication, continuing to work like normal. You gaze at Blake more lustily than ever, feeling your desire inflamed by the aphrodisiac. An intensely pleasurable tightness between your thighs warns you that the marest vine is soaking in. You feel your clit throbbing as it slowly expands. Your fingers glide over the slippery nub as it becomes more and more prominent. You know you have to get your hands off yourself or you will climax right here and now. With great difficulty, you pull your hands from under your skirt, ignoring your growing clit. The expansion doesn't slow down, continuing until your skirt is pushed tented by a noticeable bulge. You shiver as you feel your clit sliding against the fabric impossibly sensitive. The friction of your new clit-cock throbbing against your skirt is more than enough to send you into an orgasm. Your whole body trembles and you lean against the barn wall for support as your juices run down your legs in rivulets and streams. Every clench of your overwhelmed muscles bounces your clit against your skirt, and you buck your hips in time with the throbbing. When your climax finally dies down, you realize you are a drooling mess. You quickly clean yourself up and force your mind to focus. You have a plan and you're going to follow it. You walk towards blake with purpose, ignoring the mind shattering bliss every step sends through your engorged clit. The pulsing member hangs out over your panties begging for attention. If Blake were turned to see you he wouldn't be able to miss the tent in your skirt. Fortunately he doesn't turn and in moments you are upon him. You wrap your arms around his bare chest, pressing yourself up against his muscular back. The smell of him alone sends you into a lusty haze but you manage to keep control. "Can't resist me, can you, you little slut?" Blake says with machismo. He is about to turn and take you in his arms when he feels you prodding his backside. Blake freezes, confused and strangely aroused by the unexpected sensation. His moment of hesitation is long enough for you to unbutton his trousers and pull his cock free of his underwear. It's already hard, and Blake knows that he's harder than ever because of the stiffness pressing against his ass. With his trousers around his knees, Blake can feel you even more than before. Blake stammers, struggling to come up with a reason for your inexplicable endowment. You grind your hips against his muscular ass and shiver as you feel your hypersensitive clit-cock press against him. Blake's cock pulses and he realizes he doesn't care why you have a cock, letting it ignite his passion. Soon you are moving together, each working to pleasure the other in any way possible. When you pull your skirt up your oil-slick clit touches Blake's skin for the first time. Both of you moan, slowly losing yourselves in the moment. Blake fights the desire he feels, rebelling against the thought of you pushing inside his ass and taking him. He reminds himself that he's the man. That he should be in charge. That he should be fucking //you// in the ass. He moans with delight as you fill him with your throbbing length. You reward Blake's submissiveness by speeding up your stroking of Blake's cock. The pleasure He feels melds seamlessly with the humiliation of being fucked, overwhelming Blake with bliss. You begin to thrust, enjoying the powerful feeling of your hips lapping against Blake's ass as you hilt yourself inside him and then pull free, dragging your length across his insides. Fortunately for both of you, the lepidenum oil lubricates everything allowing both of you to sink into the pleasure of your strange rutting. The tightness of Blake's previously unclaimed asshole quickly has you quaking with arousal as your climax quickly approaches. Still, despite the powerful combination of the hornet venom and the perversity of the situation, Blake cums first. His large cock throbs powerfully in your hand, sending a rope of cum splattering on the dusty floor of the barn. Blake groans and clenches his ass around your clit as his cock sprays heady spunk everywhere. The clenching is more than enough to push you over the edge and soon you're moaning right along with him, feeling femcum run down your thighs. You feel the dribbling of the last shots of Blake's cum, and wish you could fill him with your own. When you pull free of Blake's ass your clit is still engorged but it's already shrinking. You know that soon it will be back to its original size, fitting nicely beneath its fleshy hood. The thought disappoints you but you know that you can easily make another one of the potions. When Blake pulls his underwear and pants back up he fixes you with a warning glare. "Never tell anyone about this," he says quietly. You can hear the threat in his voice but know despite his sudden shame that he enjoyed every second of your fucking. You're sure he would do it again in an instant if you presented the opportunity. You nod to him and adjust your panties, trapping your clit beneath the fabric so your skirt can hide any signs of it. You leave without another word, feeling immensely satisfied by the encounter. [[Head Home.|Witch's Hut]] <<set $energy -= 2>>\ <<potion clear>>

<<if previous() == "NorthcottRanch">>\ "Is Blake around?" You ask Jacob. He raises his eyebrows, no doubt wondering why you would be looking for him. Jacob likely sees you as a desirable bride for his eldest son, and any potential relationship between you two is to be encouraged. "He should be out by the old barn, past the stables." Jacob tells you. You thank him and head out around the house. Behind the stables you see the red roof of a barn. It doesn't look as new as the stables do, but it has been taken care of. You approach the barn doors and hear the sound of hay rustling inside. The sunlight doesn't light up the entire interior, but you can make out Blake, moving hay up to the hayloft with a pitchfork. He is shirtless and you can see the light reflecting off his tanned sweat-slick back. He is taller than his brother, Cade and clearly the stronger of the two siblings. You catch yourself staring at his muscular ass through his trousers. You step into the barn and he notices you, greeting you with a confident smile. You gaze at his face, framed by thick rust-colored hair. "$name, you here to watch me work?" he teases in a low voice that sends a shiver down your back. <<else>>\ "Want to talk about anything else, or do you want something more?" Blake says suggestively. <</if>>\ [[Talk about Cade.|BlakeCadeTalk]] [[Tease Blake.|BlakeFingerYou]] You also see a bucket of clear water set on a shelf. It must be drinking water, and you realize you could [[spike it with a potion pretty easily.|BlakePotion]] <<if $base == "oil" && $ingredients.includesAll("marestvine", "hornetvenom")>>\ [[You could also use an oil potion on yourself and fuck Blake.|BlakeClitFuck]] <<elseif $flags.includes("OilBase") >>\ If you had a lepidenum oil potion you could use it on yourself. <</if>>\ [[End Conversation.|NorthcottRanch]]

"I don't want anything in particular," you say, leaning up against the wall of the barn. You cross your arms under your breasts, exaggerating your cleavage. "Don't look like it," Blake says, throwing down his pitchfork and approaching you. You feel like a sheep being stalked by a wolf as he moves towards you with slow but powerful strides. You were going to think of something witty to say but your mind goes blank. In a moment he is upon you, and he flips you around, pushing your chest against the wall of the barn. His muscular arms hold you in place and his hands slide down your side. You tremble as you realize you are fully at his mercy. "You look like you want it bad," he whispers. Before you can protest you feel his body against yours, holding you in place. His lips touch your neck and the light prickle of his stubble makes you gasp. You lose yourself to his caress, eagerly anticipating every contact his hands make with your soft skin. You sink into a lusty haze as you focus on the gentle motions of his body against yours. Everything about his body is perfect, even the smell. Oh the smell! His masculine scent triggers an instinct deep within you. It is musky and powerful, and it fills your nose after every shaking breath you take. Blake could take you right here and now, you realize, and you probably would let him. You are almost ready to beg him, but you stop when you feel his hands sliding up your thighs. His fingers reach your panties and pull the slick fabric aside. "You're soaked," Blake says with a chuckle. "I bet you knew exactly what you wanted when you came here, and now you're loving every second of it." You don't answer him, you aren't in any state to speak right now. Your entire body is tensed and ready for pleasure. You rock your hips back and down, trying to get his fingers to touch your dripping pussy. "Okay, I'll give you what you want," says Blake. You feel a surge of hot anticipation run through you. Then his fingers are touching you. His hands aren't gentle, but he manages some restraint. You hardly care either way, as you grind your cunt onto his fingers. You feel two digits slip inside you and clench around them as he begins to pump them slowly. All you can do is moan as his thumb fondles your needy clit. "Shhh," he whispers. You feel a rough hand cover your mouth. "Can't have the whole family hearing what a slut you are." You know Blake's right but his delving fingers make you moan again and again, muffled by his palm. Soon you are drooling into his hand as your hips rock back and forth on his fingers. You can feel his cock pressing up against your ass through his trousers, and the feeling drives you further into your lust. His dexterous fingers keep up the stimulation, assaulting your insides and your clit and pushing you towards the edge. His motions are consistent and practiced like he's done this a thousand times before. When your body tenses up in orgasm, he holds you steady, keeping the pace with his fingers and making you squeal with delight. The sound of his fingerfucking gets juicier as you leak girlcum onto his hand. Your tongue lolls out and you taste your saliva and his hand as he holds you tight. When you feel yourself starting to calm down, he speeds up, torturing your sensitive clit. You scream as you are overstimulated and feel your entire body clench into another orgasm. When your second orgasm rocks through you, Blake decides he's had his fun. He releases you and you slump against the wall, struggling to regain your breath. He wipes both his hands on the back of your top, smearing you with your secretions and drool, and then gets back to work. "Always nice helping sluts like you out a little." he says, causing your pussy to throb at the humiliating words. He's an arrogant asshole, but he is still incredibly hot. You regain your strength and head home, worn out from the ordeal. Jacob notices your frazzled look as you pass the front porch, and you know he'll be jumping to some conclusions. [[Continue]]

Blake continues to work but you notice him getting slower as your potion takes effect. His eyes glaze over and he occasionally stops, having to remember what he is doing. You figure now is a good time to test his willpower under the effects of the mesmer pollen. "Come here Blake," you say in a commanding but seductive voice. He stops working when he hears your voice, putting down his pitchfork and walking towards you. Blake is tall enough that you have to look up as he approaches. You can't help but admire his shirtless chest glistening with sweat. Time to put this asshole in his place. "Kneel down." You order him. Blake looks down at the dirt floor of the barn. "Right here?" he asks. His usual cocky tone is gone, replaced by a delightful meekness. "Yes right here. Do it." You say, allowing your frustration to show. Normally Blake would never allow himself to be ordered around like this, but the potion keeps him from resisting. You feel powerful as the strong man kneels obediently before you, awaiting your next command. You hike up your skirt and push your anties down to your knees revealing your pussy. It is already slick with moisture, and Blake stares at it with desire. "Lick me." The words are barely out of your mouth when Blake leans forward and buries his face between your thighs. You feel his powerful arms pull you to him just as the wet sensation of his tongue tantalizes your cunt. Still he seems reluctant, like some distant part of him is rebelling against this role reversal. Blake knows that he is usually the one who takes control, so he wonders why he is feeling a growing heat just from giving you the reins. "Mmmh make me cum," you groan in pleasure, pushing his head harder against you until his motions become desperate. Blake obeys, pushing his tongue into you and moving his mouth against your juicy slit, occasionally taking a quick breath before diving back in. The sensation is wonderful. When he circles his tongue around your clit you buck your hips forward, drenching his chin with your juices. Your orgasm comes closer and closer, incited by the delight you feel at having Blake at your mercy. With only a simple potion you have literally brought the cocky asshole to his knees. Still, the mesmer pollen is usually not this effective. //He must secretly enjoy this,// you realize. Sure enough his cock bulges in his trousers, clearly turned on in response to Blake's demeaning domination. The sight of Blake's erection sends a wave of ecstasy through you that triggers your orgasm. You shiver and push your pussy against Blake, using him as little more than an object in your selfish pursuit of pleasure. You moan aloud, music to Blake's ears. When you finish you push him away from you. Blake's eyes still look unfocussed, but you aren't sure if it is from the residual effects of the potion or if he is just lust drunk. The sight of him, horny and unsatiated with a face coated in your femcum makes your pussy stir again. If you really wanted, you could go again. Instead, you have mercy. "You can stand and go back to work now," you tell him, as you pull your panties up over your well-satisfied pussy. Blake complies again, and you watch him continue his work, still hard from the experience of eating you out. You wonder if, after the potion wears off fully, he will have to jack himself off shamefully to the memory of the humiliation. You imagine the scene as you leave. [[Continue]]

The lekkaroot makes Blake flush but without something else to strengthen it, his arousal isn't uncontrollable. Still the potion coursing through the strong young man's veins acts as an aphrodisiac, inflaming his usual manly desires. As he works you see a massive bulge in his trousers which makes his labor difficult. You're enjoying the sight when Blake heads up to the hayloft, and doesn't come back down. Curious, you creep up the wooden stairs to investigate Blake's absence. What you find in the hayloft sets your pussy on fire. Unable to resist the potion's influence, Blake is laying back against the wall, holding his huge $blake.penislength inch cock in his hand and stroking slowly. When he sees you he doesn't stop or hide his member out of shame, instead stroking it faster. "Thought I'd come up here for some privacy," the burly man says to you with a sneer, "didn't know you'd follow. Don't expect me to stop for you, but stay and watch if you'd like." You don't know how to respond to his boldness, but you feel as if you've consumed lekkaroot yourself at the sight of Blake's straining erection. //It couldn't hurt to watch for a little...// "Who said I wanted you to stop," you say more seductively than you intend to. Blake smiles at you and strokes faster as you approach and then sit down three feet in front of him, crossing your legs. You tell yourself you're just going to watch, but the sight of Blake's muscular chest rippling as he jacks off makes it impossible to keep your hands off yourself. His eyes stare hungrily as you caress your body, paying special attention to your damp pussy. Your skirt slides back revealing a glimpse of the drenched fabric of your panties. The sight makes Blake groan and you see precum bead at the tip of his cock. Every inch of you burns with the desire to taste him, to sample everything his masculine body has to offer. Instead you begin to finger yourself, falling into a rhythm to match his own. The two of you watch each other from a distance, each imagining the tremendous pleasure you could have if only you were pressed together in an animalistic rut. Despite the desire something keeps the two of you apart. Perhaps it is a final shred of restraint but more likely it is fear, fear that you will not be able to pull away, losing yourself to lust and all of its messy consequences. Whatever the cause, the two of you only watch, treating your own bodies the way you usually only do in private. Moans and wet noises fill the air as you both speed up your self pleasure. One benefit of fingerfucking yourself is that you can control your orgasm, delaying it over and over again as you become impatient to see him cum. You have thrown modesty to the wind by now, clearly exposing your drooling slit and working it with obvious practice. Your juices puddle in the hay around your ass, filling the air with your heady scent. It's nothing compared to Blake's musky odor, which tantalizes you and stokes a deep instinct to be bred. It only gets stronger as his bulbous head leaks more and more precum. After nearly fifteen minutes you begin to question whether you can hold off your orgasm until after Blake's. His stamina is unquestionably impressive, and you know that if he was inside you now you would have lost count of your orgasms before you could sate his desire. Finally he tenses up and his cock seems to get even harder as he rapidly strokes. He growls as he loses control, a deep bassy sound that drives you wild. You let go as well, moaning like a slut in front of him and hoping that his cum will make it over to you. You shouldn't have doubted the spectacular man. The first jet of cum hits your face, arcing easily across the distance and dribbling down into your waiting mouth. The taste of his salty cum only heightens your arousal as you ride the first wave of your own orgasm. His next rope hits your shirt near your stomach and another spatters your hand, oozing down onto your cunt where it is immediately lost in your own dripping juices. You scream obscenities that you immediately forget as your muscles clench with pleasure. You aren't sure, but you think you begged Blake to do things to you that you would regret if you weren't intoxicated by the haze of your climax. When you fall back into the hay with a satisfied sigh, Blake stands up and looks down at you with a pitiful smile. His look of disdain makes you feel guilty that you debased yourself in front of him. "Maybe someday I'll take you up on some of those things." Blake says with a chuckle. You struggle to muster a response before deciding to just stay silent. "Thanks for the show. I haven't cum that hard in a long time." Blake gets back to work and eventually you head home. You don't even bother to clean the remains of his cum off of you, leaving it as a reminder of your shame. [[Continue]]

"I just wanted to chat for a little while," you tell him in your most innocent voice. "I can't say no to a talk with a pretty girl like you," Blake answers, sounding considerably less innocent. The two of you talk about the farm and working on the horses, although the conversation is mostly Blake bragging. All the while he continues his work and you can't help but to admire his muscular body. When Blake carries a load of hay up into the hayloft you spring into action. You already know exactly where the potion is in your bag and you uncork it, dumping the entire dose into the drinking water. When Blake starts to come back down, you scurry to where you were, arriving just in time to avoid suspicion. You pretend to be interested in a hunting story Blake tells while watching eagerly every time he moves towards the water. When he finally goes to get a drink he gulps deeply from the bucket itself, draining half of the water. That should be more than enough of a dose. Sure enough, you begin to see signs that the potion is taking effect. <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot") && $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>> [[He's obviously getting aroused...|BlakePotionSex]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("chamomile") && $ingredients.includes("mesmerpollen")>> [[Blake seems to get a little drowsy...|BlakeMesmerized]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot")>> [[He's obviously getting aroused...|BlakeMutualMasturbation]] <<else>> [[The potion's effects aren't very impressive...|Continue]] <</if>> <<potion clear>>

First comes the telltale flush of the lekkaroot. Blake's cheeks turn red and he works a bit slower. You know the hornet venom is taking effect, making every inch of his skin tingle. It isn't long before you can make out his cock, bulging against the inside of his trousers. "I need to sit down for a second, want to come talk in the hayloft?" Blake says, breathing more heavily than he did while working. You are hesitant but you agree to follow him up. The stairs are steep and creak underfoot, but at the top you see the hayloft is actually pretty cozy looking. Blake is sitting on one of about five stools and gestures for you to sit on the one next to him. He doesn't even try to hide the tent in his pants and you feel anticipation well in your stomach. You are suddenly aware of how warm it is on the second floor of the barn. When you sit next to him and cross your legs gingerly, Blake looks at you hungrily. You try not to be too obvious when you sneak peeks at his straining erection. "I don't know what it is about you, $name. But you really drive me wild. No one else makes me want them this much." Blake practically growls, his intense desire clear in his voice. You shudder realizing you're here alone with him. He has complete power over the situation, and you gave it to him willingly. It was your choice to make him into this state and present yourself like a sacrifice for his carnal lust. The slickness between your legs reminds you why you did it. When Blake pulls you to him, you straddle his lap willingly. Your skirt rides up and you feel the pressure of his cock on your panties. You gasp and rock your hips gently, spreading your anticipatory secretions onto the outside of his trousers. The contact only makes him more desperate and Blake quickly pulls off your shirt and unhooks your bra. His eyes stare ravenously at your $player.tempboobadj <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> boobs. Your flesh soft and supple, peaked with perfect pink areolas and hard nipples. Blake makes an animalistic noise in his throat and takes your right nipple in his mouth, assaulting it with his tongue. The first of many moans escapes your lips and you grind forward against his cock. His hands rove across your bare back, teasing you and pulling you against him. When he abandons your breasts to kiss you, you are impressed by how much coordination he maintains. He strokes your hair and caresses your stomach with expert motions while all you can do is hang onto his muscular back. Any time you manage to run your hands along his tanned, muscular torso he kisses you with more force, distracting you from your exploration. When you do manage it though, you find yourself more and more turned on by the creases of his muscles. You gasp as you feel his pectorals flex powerfully, almost crushing you against him. You can tell your pussy is making a mess as the two of you press your sweat-slick bodies against each other, and you haven't even gotten to the best part yet. You could spend hours feeling him ravish you with his rugged hands but he has other plans. The teasing pressure of your dripping pussy against his bulge pushes him to the point where he can't take it anymore. Blake urgently unbuttons his trousers. You help as much as you can, pulling the waist down and sliding off his underwear. When his cock pops free you let out a surprised squeak. It's huge, probably around $blake.penislength inches, and it is pulsing with need. You strip off your skirt but don't have time to shimmy out of your panties when Blake pulls you back against his naked body. "Ah- You're so hot and wet. I need to be inside you." Blake growls. You hardly hear him, distracted by $blake.penislength inches of hard cock sliding around between your soaked lips. "I need it too," you manage. Instinct pushes your hips forward and you let out a confused moan of need as his head is prevented from entering you by your soaked panties. Blake is undeterred, and groans as he thrusts hard. The slick strip of fabric slides to the side and his cock slams into you with a wet squelch. The sound is drowned out by a sluttish moan. Your muscles ache at the sudden intrusion, but you hardly notice as you begin to bounce up and down. Blake's hands wrap around your waist as you move and he begins to dictate a faster and faster pace, lifting you up and slamming you down with his burly arms. Your cunt drools on his rod, dripping juices down his shaft which coat his balls and pool on the stool. The rapid fucking is more than enough to drive you crazy and you feel youself rapidly approaching your climax. Blake on the other hand, spurred onward by the powerful herbal aphrodisiac you gave him, needs more. He strains his athletic legs to stand up, lifting you and then lowers you to the ground, cock still buried deep inside you. You feel the prickle of hay against your bare back as Blake leans over you and roughly lifts your bottom to meet his hips. You simultaneously feel and hear the slap of his thrusts against your ass cheeks as he fucks your pussy from above. From your prone position, each thrust makes your tits jiggle slightly. You both begin to make noise more frequently as the pace quickens. The wet slapping sound of Blake slamming into you is accompanied by your girly moans. Blake's groans are deeper and make you squirm. When Blake climaxes you feel him stiffen inside you, his hips press against yours, and you feel his balls against your skin as his cock begins to pulse deep within your warm folds. Spurts of cum spray into you and you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him deeper. You know it's a bad idea, but you are so close to orgasm that you don't care. The hot cum filling you up is the final straw and you let out a wail that signals your powerful orgasm. Your entire body shakes as you come, clenching around the cock that triggered the mind numbing pleasure. Your femcum and the last of Blake's cum dribble down your taint and drip onto the floor, disappearing into the scattered straw. You buck your hips one last time and then the two of you collapse. Blake slowly extricates himself from your legs and you look up at him, searching for some sign of affection. The lust from before is gone, and there is no sign of anything more in Blake's eyes. You come to your senses, reminding yourself of how much of an asshole Blake typically is. He isn't worth anything to you beyond a little fun from time to time, and from the look in his eyes, he thinks the same of you. The two of you re-dress in silence and you head back home, feeling the pleasant ache of good sex in your muscles. [[Continue]]

You want more, and you signal your need by kissing him back passionately. Both of you breathe heavily as you press closer together grinding gently in pursuit of a shared desire. His cock is hard against you, straining against his trousers and parting your yielding thighs. You are already soaking your panties, and you wonder if he can feel the heat of your pussy even through the layers of clothing. You rock your hips seductively, sliding your body excruciatingly slowly against his bulge. Brendon gasps but pulls away. "What about Maggie?" Brendon asks breathlessly, looking at you as if your permission would absolve him of any guilt he feels about cheating on his fiancee. "I won't tell her anything," you say huskily, eager to get on with your activities. The response seems to satisfy Brendon enough to continue--or maybe it was you unbuttoning his trousers with a pop that did the trick. Either way, the two of you quickly forget your doubts, caught up once again in your lust. You grow more desperate as you free Brendon's throbbing $brendon.penislength inch cock. Free from his trousers, Brendon's cock is even more impressive. You kneel down in front of him to admire it more fully. It radiates heat into your palm and a small rivulet of precum oozes from the smooth head.<<if hasVisited("MaggieCleavage")>> You are a little surprised by how similar it looks to Derrick's cock, and giggle at the family resemblance.<</if>> It's impossible for you to resist taking a quick taste, first kissing the tip so that Brendon's precum smears your full lips like perverted lip gloss, and then giving the hard length a lick. Brendon groans in response. His cock throbs powerfully enough that it bounces up and the flops back down onto your waiting tongue with a wet slap, making you smile up at him. Every fiber of your being pulses with arousal, forcing you to slide our mouth forward, taking his cock into your hot, wet mouth. Once his shaft is halfway into your mouth, sliding further along your welcoming tongue it pulses again, depositing more precum into your waiting throat. The feeling of it dripping into you makes you shudder, and you immediately move a hand under your skirt, yanking aside your panties for better access to your aching cunt. You're wetter than you thought, and your pussy makes a wet noise as your fingers slide inside you. "Yes, touch your wet cunt while you blow me," Brendon gasps in encouragement. You don't need his assent to plunge your fingers deeper into your dripping snatch, but his words make you moan around his cock, sending vibrations into the throbbing member. You push forward harder, eager to take his entire length down your throat. As his need builds, Brendon begins to thrust his hips forward and back, sliding his length from your mouth trailing precum over your grasping tongue and then hilting himself in your tight throat. You relax as much as possible, letting him fuck your mouth at an increasing pace. You mirror his motions below, pistoning your fingers in and out of your cunt, quick enough that your juices fly from your hand in shimmering strands. You put your other hand to work massaging Brendons balls, desperate to please him. The two of you stay locked in your lusty frenzy for a while, each slowly becoming less coordinated as you build towards an earth shattering climax. Brendon comes first, pulling his cock from your throat and making you whine from the sudden emptiness. You would have let him cum down your throat, but you realize he has other plans. Brendon holds his rock hard member in front of you, jacking it quickly with powerful strokes. You see your thick drool dripping off of it and shudder. You aren't going to last much longer. "Mmmhmm give it to me! Cover me with your cum!" you shout, lost in your own desire. You quickly tear your shirt and bra down, letting your breasts jiggle free enticingly. You want to see them covered in Brendon's hot cum before you're done. Moments later he grants your wish, sending a powerful spurt of hot cum spattering onto your face. Another hits your lips before you can react. "Yes, yes, yes!" you shout, letting the cum on your lips slide into your open mouth as you feel your own climax begin. You lose count of how many shots of cum splash onto your hot skin but before your orgasm is over your face, neck, and cleavage are glazed by Brendon's sticky mess. When your breathing slows you look up at Brendon and giggle, cleaning your face with the fingers which were just buried deep in your creaming pussy. You lick them clean, reveling in the flavor of your femcum mixing with his semen. You don't bother cleaning the rest off, pulling your bra and shirt over your dripping breasts. You feel the cum ooze out from the edge of your bra and soak into the fabric of your top but the sensation only sends another wave of arousal through you. Brendon seems to feel a little guilty about what you both did, but you know he'll come around eventually. You say goodbye and head back home. Your hair is messy and you smell of sex clings to your body like the cum drying on your chest. Anyone who didn't know you would more likely label you a town whore than the town healer. [[Continue]] <<set $brendon.relationship += 2>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Brendon improved!");<</script>>

You head through the exit behind the bar of the tavern which leads to the brewing house. The inside of the brewing house smells of wheat and hops, like the smell of ale but far stronger and without the smell of alcohol. All around the room there are barrels, some empty and some full of ale from the massive vats which dominate the floor. Fortunately, you see Brendon hard at work, moving several sacks of grain towards a smaller vat. You know he often has to make trips to the farms to pick up supplies, but still most of his time is spent planning and brewing the ale. You realize that most of what goes into brewing the ale is similar to your process brewing potions except on a much larger scale. Brendon sees you enter and smiles. "Come to see how the ale is made?" Brendon asks. He's dressed in a stained apron which isn't flattering but can't fully obscure his slim but muscular build. Unlike many of the other men of the town, who would be better described as corpulent than as fit, Brendon doesn't look like a common laborer. In fact he looks more like the adventurer he once aspired to be. Despite his ordinary garb, you can picture him clad in sleek leather armor and a cloak. It isn't hard to see why Maggie, dreaming of marrying a handsome prince, would fall for Brendon. "Maybe some other time you can show me the process," you tell him, suppressing the urge to flirt with the handsome young man. "I wanted to talk about something else. Do you have time?" "Always," Brendon says, giving you a look that makes your stomach flutter. You're reminded that before his engagement Brendon had good luck wooing the other girls in town. Although you've been told he never went further than kisses, you imagine he could have had much more if he wanted. <<brendontopics>>

<<set $brendon.penislength += 0.5>>\ You watch as his mouth watering cock swells, getting thicker and longer in front of your eyes. It's smooth tip glistens in the light, red and engorged. <<first>>\ "What's happening to my cock?" Brendon asks, gritting his teeth at the sudden tightness. "The oil is making it grow. I know it's tight now, but soon it will feel so good." you say, unable to take your eyes off the process before you. Brendon groans and you see his cock twitch again, swelling even more than before. His cock is at least a half inch longer than before you used the oil and noticeably thicker. "Is it permanent?" Brendon asks. He likes the idea of having a larger cock, but the idea of modifying his body makes him uncomfortable. "Yes. I'm doing you and Maggie a favor, really. I think she'll go crazy over the extra size." You know you are. Your pussy drips onto Brendon's lap as you anticipate putting his newly enlarged cock inside you. <<finally>>\ "It's so much bigger than it used to be," Brendon says proudly, looking at his monumental cock. It's true, previous applications of the oil have made his cock much more impressive. <</first>>\ You can't wait any longer. You grab Brendon's cock and angle it towards your slit, moaning loudly as you smear his tip through your wet folds. Your snatch aches to be filled, fired up by seeing Brendon's unnatural growth. You feel powerful, changing his body to suit your preferences, but as much fun as having control is, losing is even better. You feel your eyes roll back as Brendon presses into your horny cunt, stretching you out and squeezing juices from your slick folds. "Ahhhhh ffffuuucckk," you gasp as Brendon slides deeper and deeper.\ <<if $brendon.penislength <= 9>>\ Despite its growth, Brendon's cock still fits inside you. You feel the thick head of his cock pulsing and throbbing so far up inside your cunt that you spasm with pleasure. Carefully you begin to rock your hips, bouncing slowly on his length. It seems to scrape and slide against all of your most sensitive places, and before long you are trembling and clenching around his shaft, ready to cum. Made more sensitive by the waning effects of the potion, Brendon seems on the verge of climax as well. His hips buck in rhythm with yours, slamming into you with an ever increasing tempo until all you can hear is the slapping of your ass on his thighs. You forget about everything but the hot cock pressing inside of you, wringing it mercilessly with your cunt as you reach a shuddering climax. The sight of you spasming and drooling as you impale yourself on his rod pushes Brendon over the edge. You feel something hot and wet shoot deep inside of you. "Ooooh god!" you cry as Brendon holds you in place on his lap. The tight seal of your pussy on his cock holds the massive load inside you, and you realize that if you were ovulating you would definitely be pregnant. Fortunately it's not that time in your cycle. When Brendon's cock loses some of its original stiffness cum leaks out around it. The feeling of his seed dripping from your slick snatch makes you shiver. A part of you instinctively wants to hold his potent cum inside, letting yourself be fertilized by your best friend's fiance. You shake the dirty thought off, but feel the arousing effects of the fantasy fluttering in your stomach. <<else>>\ Brendon's inhumanly long cock doesn't even fit inside you. You push your hips down, letting him invade you deeper and deeper until you feel the head of his cock bottom out. You groan at the uncomfortable fullness but slowly rock your hips back and forth, letting the friction transform the pain into pleasure. Even though the base of Brendon's cock doesn't make it into your cunt, it is still quickly drenched in your juices which leak from your pussy with every thrust. The room already reeks of sex, mostly due to your uncontrollable arousal. The powerful scent only drives you and Brendon further into your animalistic rut. Before long you are crying out with pleasure as his shaft slams into you, splitting you open and stretching you to your limit. The feeling is pure ecstasy. Best of all is knowing that you are responsible for Brendon's incredible size. Your machinations have transformed him from above average to obscenely well endowed. You shudder picturing Maggie being taken by his massive cock on their eventual wedding night, unaware of the hand you had in the state of her husband and struggling not to lose herself to the unnatural pleasure. The fantasy sends you over the edge and you begin to spasm. Your reckless motions push him deeper inside you, but the pain of being penetrated so deeply is overshadowed by the pure bliss of having him inside you at all. You scream with delight as you feel his shaft swelling inside you, ready to deposit his seed into your aching womb. When he shoots inside you he hilts you on his cock, exploding his hot and potent cum until you feel full. Your eyes roll back as you give in to your instinct. You aren't ovulating but you wish you were so the massive load painting your insides wouldn't go to waste. [[Continue]] <</if>>\ <<if $brendon.corruption < 2>>\ <<set $brendon.corruption to 2>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Brendon grows more corrupt!");<</script>>\ <</if>>\ <<potion clear>>

You watch as his cock flushes red from the effects of the hornet venom soaking into his skin. You know his cock is getting more and more sensitive by the second. Already, Brendon seems to flinch every time his cock bounces, gasping from the powerful sensation. Precum begins to leak from his swollen tip, dribbling down his shaft in tantalizing streams. Judging from Brendon's shaky movements he won't be able to keep himself from touching his cock for long. You lean forward, holding his arms at his sides and letting the venom spread through his body until his hips shake with need. You could slide forward, letting his turgid shaft slip into your pussy. You have no doubt that the barest touch of your slimy pussy against his aching cock would set him off, though, and you want to keep him waiting a little longer. You have to use all your weight to keep his arms held down, and after struggling Brendon gives you a pleading look. "Please $name. Touch it, do anything you want but please touch me!" Brendon begs. You smile at him, taking cruel satisfaction in his desperation. "If you can keep your hands away from yourself, I'll let you cum." you tell Brendon, intertwining your fingers with his. You can feel his arms fighting to keep from throwing you off and taking you as he pleases, and you giggle knowing that he is holding back just because you told him to. You slowly pull your arms away from his, amazed to see he does not immediately move to stroke himself. "Good boy," you coo. Brendon never would have admitted to the shock of pure delight your soft words of praise but the look in his face tells you exactly how he feels. You see him grip the sides of the barrel until his knuckles go white, fighting the impossible desire with all his willpower. You guess he deserves his reward. Moving torturously slow, you bend until your lips are inches from the tip of his cock. Brendon groans as your hot breath graces his swollen member, almost climaxing on the spot. Another stream of sticky precum bubbles from his tip like a spring. You can see the veins on his cock, pulsing with every heartbeat, carrying the venom to every part of him. The sight has you incredibly worked up, and you find yourself anticipating his orgasm almost as much as he is. You lick your lips and let your saliva drool lewdly as you lean in and give the sensitive skin under the head of his cock a quick but messy kiss. The moment of contact is more than enough to end Brendon's torture. Immediately his entire cock bulges as he prepares to shoot his load. You pull your lips away, breaking contact with his cock but staying close enough that you can smell his intoxicating scent. The swollen cock seems flush even redder than before, begging for any stimulation. Your kiss was just enough to push Brendon past the point of no return, however, and a moment later his cock bounced powerfully, launching a glob of cum into the air. You moan with surprise and delight as his cock continues to pulse shooting ropes of slimy cum everywhere. Some land on Brendon's stomach while others splash messily into your hair, making you giggle. Now that he's cum you engulf his cum drenched shaft in your mouth, giving it the pleasure it needed so desperately a moment before. You suck the salty cum from his length, enjoying the taste of his pleasure mixing with the subtle sweetness of the remaining oil and hornet venom. Brendon's cock is still hypersensitive from his orgasm, so the sensation of your tongue swirling around his leaking cockhead makes him jerk his cock away. You don't let him escape, pressing onwards and overstimulating the poor man. He cries out in tortured release as another orgasm rocks through his body. You keep sucking as he shoots a second salty load onto your welcoming tongue. Like a dutiful whore, you swallow as much as you can, letting the rest leak out onto your chin. When you pull away at last, Brendon looks utterly worn out, collapsed on the barrels and breathing heavily. You wish he had more in him, but decide to let him rest, relieving your own arousal with your fingers. It doesn't take long for you to satisfy yourself due to how horny the preceding events made you, and you quickly bring yourself to a satisfying climax as you stare at the fucked out man before you. When you re-dress and head out you take one last look at Brendon, now sleeping peacefully on the barrels. His soft cock shimmers from the mixture of oil, cum, and saliva. A glistening reminder of your lustful encounter. You leave him like that, secretly hoping someone finds him before he wakes up. [[Continue]] <<if $brendon.corruption < 2>>\ <<set $brendon.corruption to 2>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Brendon grows more corrupt!");<</script>>\ <</if>>\ <<potion clear>>

<<set $brendon.penislength += 0.5>>\ As the oil soaks deep into Brendon's shaft, three things happen. First, his cock swells and flushes an angry reddish color signalling the intense heat welling within. Second, it begins to expand, growing slightly larger with every beat of Brendon's heart. Third, you feel yourself burn with your own intense desire. The meaty shaft growing before you seems to appeal to you on a base level, and you feel yourself filled with the need to have it inside of you. You lock eyes with Brendon, and your briefly shared stare tells you he wants to press himself inside of you just as badly. Already his shaft is leaking spurts of precum all over itself, further lubricating it for its purpose. You only take the time to strip off your shirt and bra, making sure you are completely naked. You want to give Brendon the best sight possible, and smile at him lustily as you bare your <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> tits for his viewing pleasure. His cock throbs at the sight of you exposed in front of him, expanding slightly. If you don't get it inside you soon, you're worried it wont fit at all. Your mind is hazy as you line up his leaking head with your dripping snatch and then press your hips down, sheathing his cock inside your feminine folds. You squeal at the sudden fullness, clenching you cunt around his rock hard shaft and dribbling juices onto his lap. "Oooh fuck." you gasp under your breath as you feel his cock shifting inside of you. Neither one of you can bear to move an inch, caught up in the delightful sensation of being pressed together. Even without moving your hips, Brendon revels in the sensation of your cunt grasping at his dick, pulling him deeper inside and sliding against his venom-engorged head. The tightness of your pussy almost has him cumming already. You're in heaven as well, groaning as you feel his cock stirring your insides. The initial insertion already stretched you out, but now you gasp and open your eyes wide as you feel the throbbing member expanding inside you. The effects of the marest vine continue to intensify, stretching you further and further as his cock grows to inhuman proportions. You feel incredibly full, and you're only growing fuller by the second. A quick glance at your pussy makes you shudder with a strange heat. The sight of your once cute pussy stretched obscenely around Brendon's monstrous cock makes you moan with perverse satisfaction. The entire experience might be painful if the remaining oil on Brendon's cock hadn't soaked into your pussy, carrying the sensitizing hornet venom along with it. The potent venom clouds your thoughts, replacing any concern with yearning and a devious excitement to see just how much you can take. Already you can make out a subtle bulge below your bellybutton which you stroke with pride. Brendon notices as well and the sight of your depraved bliss sends him over the edge. You squeal with delight as your already painfully full pussy takes an absolutely massive load of cum, most of which ends up in your womb. You're so full that the cum almost immediately overflows from your abused cunt, spraying out around Brendon's swollen cock. The feeling of his hot spunk pushing past your gaped lips is too much for you and you collapse onto your lover, grinding against him and shuddering as your pussy creams around his unnaturally sized cock. The two of you grasp at each other's bodies as you are overcome with your mutual orgasms, and then drift into an exhausted nap. When you awaken, Brendon's cock has softened to almost it's usual size. You think back to the strange sex you just had and find yourself wondering if it was a dream. A faint soreness in your pussy reminds you that it did indeed happen. You move a hand to your vagina and aside from finding it sticky and a little more yielding than usual, it seems to have recovered as well. Satisfied by the encounter, you put your clothes back on and prepare to head home. Brendon wakes up as well, and looks at you sheepishly. You wink at him and leave the brewery. [[Continue]] <<if $brendon.corruption < 2>>\ <<set $brendon.corruption to 2>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Brendon grows more corrupt!");<</script>>\ <</if>>\ <<potion clear>>

<<if $flags.includes("WeddingComplete")>>\ <<goto "BrendonMaggieTalkWedding">> <<elseif $flags.includes("NoWedding")>>\ <<goto "BrendonMaggieTalkNoWedding">> <<else>>\ "Are you excited about your betrothal to Maggie?" you ask, watching Brendon closely. "Why does this feel like a trap?" Brendon says with a chuckle. "What? You can't trust me? I won't report to Maggie, if that's what you're wondering. I'm genuinely curious." Brendon doesn't look fully convinced, but seems to decide he doesn't have anything to worry about. "I'm excited, and who wouldn't be? Maggie's beautiful. I can tell my friends are a little envious about the match. At first I was getting a little worried because she seemed so prude, but she's opened up a lot since you got her working at the tavern, so I guess I should be thanking you." "You're welcome," you tell Brendon with a smirk. "I've been working on showing her some of the fun parts of life, and she seems to be taking to them pretty well. Would you hate me if I pushed her too far?" you ask with a devious look on your face. Brendon finally seems caught off guard. "I've enjoyed her changes so far," Brendon says, "I guess it depends on what you mean by 'too far'." "I mean she might not have her purity intact when you marry her, and she might have needs which can't be satisfied by simple lovemaking." Brendon surprises you by smirking as well. "I'm guessing you'll do what you want no matter what I say?" he asks. You nod. "Then I guess I'll just have to see what she becomes." The eager glimmer in Brendon's eyes tells you that he's not quite the dashing prince Maggie thinks he is, but you feel excited knowing he won't try to stop your plans for his fiancee. <<brendontopics>> <<first>> <<set $brendon.relationship += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Brendon improved!");<</script>> <</first>> <</if>>\

"How's being single again?" you ask Brendon sympathetically. Brendon frowns but doesn't seem too upset. "It hasn't been great, I was really looking forward to marrying Maggie," Brendon says, "Although I suppose I do have much more freedom now." You smile at him flirtatiously, staring at his handsome body. "I know it can be tough," you say to him, "let me know if you ever want me to help cheer you up." you say with a wink. You make sure to push out your breasts slightly, letting Brendon know exactly what you mean. He looks at your body hungrily, making you shiver. You wouldn't complain if he wanted you right now. <<brendontopics>>

"How is it finally being Married to Maggie?" you ask Brendon. <<if $flags.includes("MaggieDominant")>>\ Brendon goes pale. "It's been different than I expected," he says. You can sense that he's holding back his true thoughts. "What's the problem?" you ask. "It's not really a problem," Brendon says quickly, " Maggie's just different than any girl I've met. She's…" Brendon trails off, searching for the right way to say what he means. "...strong willed." He says finally. You smile, knowing exactly what he means. When Brendon married Maggie, he got a little more than the submissive bride he had been hoping for. Fortunately he seems to be taking it well. "Is that a bad thing?" you ask, intentionally making Brendon a little uncomfortable. "No, I mean, I actually like it, I like watching her." Brendon blushes when he finishes, realizing that he's said a little more than he meant to. You chuckle. It's interesting seeing how quickly Maggie's gotten Brendon in line. <<brendontopics>> <<elseif $flags.includes("MaggieCorrupt")>>\ "It's been really great. I was a little worried that she would be too much of a prude, but it turns out that Maggie is into some really kinky things." Brendon says, not even hesitating to mention their sex life. "We both are free to do what, or who, we want. I never really thought marriage could be like this, but honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way." "Sounds like fun," you say with a flirty smile. Brendon smiles back. "You'll have to join us sometime so you can see first hand." he tells you. You think that's a great idea. <<brendontopics>> <<else>>\ "It's been pretty good," Brendon says cheerfully. "Although I can't go to the tavern to escape my wife like the other men," Brendon jokes. You force a smile at his attempt at humor. You can't help but wonder if Maggie is satisfied with the married life she always looked forward to. "Seriously though, Maggie is great. It's nice that I can count on a good meal as well after work. I only wish she wouldn't spend her nights working at the tavern. It makes me jealous seeing the way the men look at her." Brendon says. If he's jealous about the looks then he must not have seen the other ways the men give Maggie their attention. "Well, it's good that she gets to do what she likes," you say, probably a little too tersely. Brendon doesn't seem to notice. "Sure, plus when she gets home she's always ready, if you know what I mean," Brendon says with a wink. You sigh and nod. <<brendontopics>> <</if>>\

You approach Brendon with a devious grin that makes him wonder what kinky activity you're planning today. Already, the young man feels his cock stirring in his trousers at the sight of you. It's that looks that really gets him going, a look that tells him you don't care about anything but your own titillation. The other girls Brendon had been with before all looked at him like he was a god, letting him do whatever he wanted in the hopes that he would keep coming back. You look at him like a toy, a tool for your own pleasure, and although his masculine bravado forbids him from admitting it he takes a perverse joy in the way you treat him. You don't waste any time today. You ache for some sort of stimulation, and have plans to take it from Brendon. You don't even say a word, putting your hands on your chest and advancing on Brendon until he stumbles backwards onto a barrel. Brendon makes no effort to stand back up, looking up at you with a flicker of excitement in his eyes. You are in complete control. You had originally planned to go straight for his cock, but seeing Brendon at your mercy makes you reconsider. A little teasing can't hurt. "What are you thinking about?" you ask the Brendon in a salacious voice. He looks up at you with lust clouded eyes. "I'm thinking about your body, and how perfect it is." Brendon says with a groan. You smile at his compliment. "I appreciate it, but flattery isn't going to get you what you want with me. You're going to have to earn it." You shimmy out of your skirt and pull your panties over your thighs, standing before the prone man in only your shirt. Your pussy already gleams suggestively in the light. You've been horny for a while now. You see Brendon's cock straining against his trousers and decide to help him out a little bit. Each button pops free with ease, slowly releasing Brendon's pulsing manhood. You admire the sight but aren't quite done with your teasing yet. Looking Brendon in the eyes, you slip his trousers off so that he too is naked from the waist down. Brendon's cock twitches as you straddle him, sliding yourself so close to his aching rod that he can feel the heat of your pussy radiating against him. You stop, tantalizing him with your proximity. Unable to resist, Brendon tries to push his cock into your pussy. "Not yet," you tease, holding his wrists. You want him inside you almost as bad as he does, but you resist the urge to hilt his cock in your slavering cunt. You still have plans for him. You lift your bag and take a small glass bottle out. The bottle is full of a thick shimmering oil and you waste no time uncorking it. Brendon watches as you pour the liquid onto his cock, letting it dribble down the shaft until his entire penis is coated in an oily sheen. The touch of the oil makes Brendon tense up, enjoying the comforting warmth which spreads through him. Finally you let him have some satisfaction, stroking your hand down his $brendon.penislength inch rod. His moan of delight makes you shudder. This is going to be fun. <<if $ingredients.includes("marestvine") && $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ [[Brendon's cock swells, expanding to a mouth watering size.|BrendonHornyGrow]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>\ [[His cock throbs, seeming to engorge even more than before as the potion takes effect.|BrendonGrow]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ [[Brendon's cock twitches and swells.|BrendonHorny]] <<else>>\ [[Brendon's cock slides easily in your palm, well lubricated by the oil.|BrendonOilSex]] <</if>>\

"Ready for your reward?" you ask with a flirty giggle. Brendon nods eagerly and you slide your hips lower and lower until you feel his cock slide against your slick folds. Brendon groans when he feels the heat of your pussy against his shaft. Your hips rock back and forth, spreading your femcum over his oiled cock, priming it for entry. It brushes against your clit and makes you gasp. You hardly realize you're leaning lower until your lips are on Brendon's. The two of you kiss each other passionately, sliding your bodies against each other as your tongues explore each other's mouths. The whole time you are torturously aware of the rigid shaft parting your nether lips. It teases you, making you want more. You want to see how deep you can take it inside you. "Fuck me," you whisper in Brendon's ear, before teasing his earlobe with a soft nibble. Brendon can't deny a request as sensual as that, and he shifts his hips, lining the tip of his cock up with your juicy entrance. From there it's only a matter of sliding you around him, and in moments you are being split by a slow but relentless thrust. You moan aloud as you feel your insides give way to his cock. Your mind is reeling from the overwhelming sensation of Brendon taking you, but fortunately your body knows what to do. You begin to rock your hips, bouncing against him in a desperate attempt to feel him moving inside you. Every breath you take clouds your thoughts with his masculine scent and twists you further into a roiling ball of desire. Gradually you give up all control to the powerful man beneath you, and love every second of it. Soon your motions are fuelled by Brendon's powerful thrusts, every twitch and moan caused by his action. It feels wonderful to let him ravage you. Your second orgasm is more powerful than your first, creeping up on you slowly and making your legs quiver as you are bounced mercilessly on Brendon's cock. You scream your pleasure into the air thick with the smell of sex, unconcerned about anyone hearing you cum on this magnificent cock. All through your climax Brendon continues to bounce your curvy body on his shaft, exploring your body with his hands. You feel him caress your jiggling breasts and moan as he tests your sensitive nipples with delightful pinches. His hands trace a path down your stomach, wrapping around your soft sides and slamming himself deeper into you. The touch of his fingers on your belly almost tickles, but in the throes of your ecstasy the sensation turns to pure pleasure. You don't even notice him flip you around until your back is against the barrels and you're looking up into his lusty eyes. Brendon pulls his cock free of your pussy, and you watch him jerk himself off with a dazed expression. His cock still glistens with your juices when the first spurt of cum shoots from the tip. A hot splash against your neck is the first in a torrent of sticky cum which eventually glazes your breasts and puddles on your soft stomach. You love everything about it. The warm slickness of it on your skin. The heady scent of it filling the air. The mouthwatering way it oozes from the tip of Brendon's cock. You can't help but shakily scoop some from your belly and spread it on your lips and tongue, savoring the salty taste. "Shit $name. You're amazing," Brendon says, breaking you out of your daze. You smile up at him. "Enjoy your reward?" you ask, still a little hoarse from screaming in pleasure. "You have no idea how much," Brendon answers. He walks over to a shelf and fetches a rag, tossing it to you. You thank him and clean yourself up, careful not to do too good of a job. You want the smell of sex to linger with you on your way home. "We'll have to do it again sometime soon," you tell Brendon when you're fully dressed. You know he'll be up for it. [[Head home.|Continue]] <<first>>\ <<set $brendon.relationship += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Brendon increased!");<</script>> <</first>>\

"Not good enough," you say with a devious smile. "You'll have to try again some other time." Still, you can't just leave him completely unsatisfied. You turn around so that your perfect ass is in his face, taunting him with it's soft jiggles, and focus all your attention on his glistening shaft. You use both hands now, working him with renewed energy until you can feel his heartbeat through his cock. You jerk him off until precum runs freely from the tip, occasionally licking it clean with a flick of your tongue. When you hear him grunt, however, you pull both hands away. His cock seems to swell and he bucks his hips once, but then the lack of stimulation calms him down. You can feel his chest rising and falling quickly beneath you as he pants. You wait a little longer and then resume your efforts, stroking and worshiping his oily cock. You even let yourself drool onto the tip, spreading your warm saliva over the head in soft circular motions. It doesn't take nearly as long before you have to stop again, and this time Brendon groans when you do. "Please!" he begs, but you ignore him, wiggling your butt in his face and giggling at his desperation. You continue the cycle of working him up and then letting him calm down until his cock is flushed red and harder than you've ever seen it before. The periods of stimulation have turned to brief touches, each of which cause him to tense up, just on the brink of his climax. His begging continues and then turns into whines of need as his mind is clouded by lust. Brendon is entirely at your mercy. It's time. You lower your head to his penis, taking the whole length in your mouth and holding it for three seconds before pulling back and watching excitedly. His entire cock seems to swell before your eyes, growing thicker and bulging obscenely. It begins to leak from the tip just as Brendon groans and then it pulses powerfully. "Oh!" you say with surprise as a jet of cum splatters your cheek. The hot spunk runs down your face but the rest doesn't make it nearly as far, falling in spurts onto Brendon's abs. You feel his muscles tensing underneath you as Brendon is overwhelmed by his ruined orgasm. When his stomach is completely glazed you slide off of him, smiling as you take in the sight of his well-teased cock. "Next time maybe I'll let you fuck me," you tell Brendon. He doesn't seem to even notice, still breathing heavily. You put your clothes back on and head out of the brewery, leaving Brendon alone to recover. [[Continue]]

You giggle as you watch Brendon's cock twitch in your palm. The oily coating lets you slide your fingers easily over his sensitive glans. You smile and make eye contact with Brendon as you jerk him off, enjoying his occasional groans of pleasure. When his cock throbs and precum beads at the tip, you know you won't be able to tease him much longer. You kiss the tip of his cock, letting your tongue sneak a quick taste of his musky arousal. You shiver at the salty flavor. It's only a hint of what is to come. Before you give brendon what he wants, you cup his balls in your hand, weighing them and smiling at him. "Ready to unload these all over me?" you ask, biting your lip as you wait for his answer. Brendon groans and nods. His desperate eyes beg you to let him fuck your sweet pussy, but he hasn't earned that privelege yet. It's time for him to earn it. You guide him back to a completely prone position on the barrels and then straddle him. You let move up, almost sliding your pussy over his oiled cock, but keep going until your dripping snatch is lined up with his mouth. "Time to earn your reward," you tell him. If Brendon responds, you don't hear it, covering his mouth with your silky feminine lips. The touch of his tongue against your folds as he explores your body makes you throw your head back in pleasure. You moan gratefully as he eats you out, rocking your hips slightly so his entire jaw is coated in your juices. Brendon is unsurprisingly good at what he's doing, teasing and stroking all the right spots until your body trembles with pleasure. To keep him motivated, you softly stroke Brendon's cock, keeping him primed for what is to come. Occasionally it pulses in your hand, reminding you to slow down but also treating you to some delicious precum. You lick it gingerly from your fingers each time, letting the salty taste drive you further into your arousal. Your orgasm creeps up on you almost out of nowhere. One moment you're happily enjoying Brendon's tongue and the next you're grinding against his face, quivering as he tries to clean up the fresh flow of femcum that leaks from your folds. You bite your lip hard, keeping yourself from vocalizing just how good you're feeling. Finally you calm down and lift your hips from Brendon's face. A few strands of your feminine juices connect your cunt to his chin, a perfect compliment to his handsome features in your opinion. He's definitely earned a reward, and you do want to feel him inside you, but part of you is tempted to deny him what he so earnestly desires. [[Ruin his orgasm.|BrendonOilRuin]] [[Let him fuck you.|BrendonOilReward]]

You look at Brendon with heavy lidded eyes, fluttering your eyelashes seductively. "Want to have a little fun?" you ask. Brendon considers your offer with obvious desire in his eyes but he manages to get himself under control. "$name, I'm married. I can't just go sleeping around, no matter how tempting it is," Brendon says calmly. "Are you sure?" you ask, sliding your skirt up your thigh and turning so that Brendon catches a brief glimpse of your cushiony ass. "$name, stop," Brendon growls. Something about his tone of voice lets you know that he's serious. "Alright, alright." you mutter. <<brendontopics>>

<<first>>\ You pull away from Brendon, your head still swimming with desire. "We shouldn't be doing this," you pant, planting your palms on his chest to hold yourself back. You know that your actions with Brendon would hurt Maggie if she found out, but you just want him so bad. The fact that he's Maggie's only seems to excite you further, arousing your temptation to try the forbidden fruit. It doesn't help that the forbidden fruit is now tantalizingly close to you, filling your head with its masculine scent. Your eyes open wide as you feel Brendon stiffening against you. You know if you stay one minute longer you'll give in to your illicit desire. Mustering the last of your willpower, you step away from Brendon. "I'm sorry," you say, looking down. "It's alright, $name. You're right. I'm engaged. I shouldn't be messing around." his disappointed tone doesn't make you want him any less. "I'm going to head back to the tavern." you say, unable to meet Brendon's eyes. He nods, watching your hips sway as you leave. [[Tavern]] <<then>>\ You lean away from Brendon, feeling a little guilty that you let yourself get this close to him again. It's tough to move away, and you pause, staring at his lusty eyes and feeling your pulse quicken. You are so close. All you would have to do is relax and let it happen and you could have Brendon all to yourself. You almost give in when you see his bulge, but you force yourself to turn away. "I'm sorry I keep putting you in this position." you tell Brendon. He fights the urge to pull your nubile body back against him, taking several deep breaths to calm the fire of his lust. "It's okay," he says softly. "You should go quick before we do something we regret." You nod solemnly and hurry out of the brewery. Brendon watches your ass as you go, already stroking himself through his trousers before you're out the door. As soon as you're gone he gives himself a guilty orgasm imagining your slender body bouncing on his cock. [[Tavern]] <<then>>\ You break free from Brendons kiss, looking into his eyes with an apologetic look. The two of you are pressed so tightly together that you can feel his cock stirring in his trousers. //I shouldn't be doing this.// you think. "We have to stop," you breathe. "It's not fair to Maggie." Brendon has a guilty look on his face but neither of you wants to be the first to pull away. You feel your pulse quicken as he stiffens against you. You tremble in his arms, feeling your willpower leaving you. You know you should step back but every breath you take leads to you inhaling Brendon's masculine scent. Brendon shifts slightly and you realize you've been leaning closer and closer as you were thinking. You close your eyes and feel his lips on yours once again. This time Brendon doesn't give you the chance to reconsider, toying with you as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You shiver again when his hands slide down your back. Your mind is reeling from sensory overload and you struggle to remember why feeling so good is a bad thing. //Maggie,// you remember as you tangle your fingers in Brendon's curly hair, pulling his head down so his lips caress your neck. Brendon makes you forget again with several well placed kisses across your collarbone which send chills down your spine. All the while, his hands probe lower and lower, testing your limits and finding them surprisingly yielding. A gentle squeeze of your thigh is all it takes to have you moaning and grinding harder against his erection. Both of you breath heavily, losing yourselves in each other's embrace. Brendon's hands move up your thigh, sliding your skirt back so that only your panties are the last thing keeping your pussy from his trousers. They aren't a very effective barrier, already saturated with your juices to the point that you leave a damp patch on the crotch of Brendon's trousers. Brendon wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you with him as he sits down on a barrel, never breaking contact with your body. You follow willingly and find the new position gives you a better angle to grind against him. Brendon groans as you press your hips down against his erection and you know you have to see it. It takes you seconds to unbutton his trousers, but those seconds feel like forever to your lust addled mind. When you finally get his cock free you whine with delight, feeling your pussy clench at the sight of the powerful rod. Hardly conscious of your actions, you resume grinding against his bare cock, trapping it between your body and his and coating it with your hot juices. "W-wait. We really shouldn't do this." Brendon whispers in a strained voice. You feel frustrated but know he's right. "Maybe," you say, not slowing the movement of your hips, "Maybe we can-mmmh, just keep doing, mmm, doing this for a while. We've already fucked up, ahh, but as long as we don't push things further..." you trail off into a series of lewd moans. Brendon doesn't respond, but he seems to understand. Judging from the way he grips your bare ass and pulls you powerfully against him he agrees with your line of reasoning. Ultimately, your suggestion amounts to little more than an excuse. Already, Brendons cock has forced your panties to ride up like a thong, spreading your juicy lips around his shaft. You slide up and down, careful not to let the head slip inside you while still ensuring it has maximum contact with your snatch. Although you aren't technically having sex, the motions are practically the same. The smell that permeates the room is the same, and even the wet shlicking as your his cock spreads your labia sounds the same. Unfortunately the feeling isn't enough. You ache to be filled, to feel him buried within your feminine folds as you clench yourself around him. It starts as a quiet thought but blossoms into desire and then overwhelming need. Each move you make brings his head so close that you want to scream with frustration. If you could only move further forward... slide your panties to the side... rock back at just the right moment... Your eyes open wide as Brendon's cock slips easily into your well lubricated cunt. "Fuuuccckk!" You shout, feeling yourself stretch around his girth. Brendon pulls you immediately into a deep kiss and you relax your muscles, forgetting your halfhearted promises not to go any further. All you care about now is the pure pleasure you feel and you bounce your body in his lap feeling his cock throbbing deep inside. Your pussy dribbles onto his shaft as he spears you mercilessly, just as lost as you are in the moment. You kiss Brendon messily, unable to restrain your moans of pleasure as you ride him with obvious passion. Every bounce feels better than the last, and you feel the first twinges of your long awaited orgasm deep within your body. When your climax arrives you throw your head back in ecstasy. "Oh Brendon! Fuck! Fuuuckk! Fuuucckk!" your vocalizations dissolve into incoherent whines as you collapse onto your lover. Brendon isn't done yet, however, and before you recover he stands and turns you, laying you prone on the barrel without missing a thrust. Your ass hangs over the edge, jiggling as Brendon slams his hips between your legs. The feeling of being fucked drives you wild, drawing more moans from your mouth. Your eyes roll back in bliss as you crash into your second orgasm. This time the tightening of your pussy is enough to send Brendon past the point of no return. Fortunately he has the forethought to pull out, barely sliding free of your grasping lips before he explodes, shooting his load onto your belly. A few shots spatter your chest, soaking through your shirt but the majority glazes your soft stomach. You feel the hot cum pool in your bellybutton and drip down your side, making you giggle at the tickling sensation. Fully satisfied, you look up at your lover with amorous delight, feeling a post orgasmic glow. Brendon doesn't seem as happy. His face wears a guilty expression as he stares at your cum-glazed body.His cock has softened considerably, and drips a mixture of his cum and your arousal onto the floor. His neck bears a few faint marks from your lovemaking. Brendon's defeated look drains your energy immediately. You pull your panties back into place and smooth your skirt down, feeling like a cheap whore, used and then regretted. "I'll go." you say softly, feeling humiliated. You thought you were in control when it came to Brendon, but his shameful look hurts worse than you expected. Maybe you feel something for him after all. You head out of the brewery, making no effort to clean yourself up as you head home. You feel your face grow hot as you think about the passionate sex and the disappointment that followed. When you arrive at your hut you slink into your room and prepare for bed, hoping you feel better tomorrow. [[Continue]] <<run $flags.pushUnique("BrendonRegret")>>\ <<finally>>\ Brendon pulls away before you get the chance to. "Please, $name. I don't want to get carried away again." Brendon says softly. You nod, feeling the same dejection as before. You don't know why, but you hoped things would be different. You smooth your ruffled skirt and return to the tavern. [[Tavern]] <</first>>\

You say nothing, approaching Brendon and planting a kiss on his lips before he can protest. Brendon looks a little reluctant, but the touch of your lips and the gentle femiinine scent of your body quickly overwhelm him. It doesn't take long before he gives in and kisses you back eagerly. The two of you remain locked together in a passionate embrace tasting each other and moving so that you feel every inch of each other's bodies. You gasp as Brendon moves his hands to your thighs, pulling your hips against his. You can already feel him stiffening and you rock against him, coaxing his member to attention. His shirt is the first to come off, but it is soon joined on the floor by your shirt and then your bra. The touch of his muscular chest against your soft breasts has your pulse racing. You know he can feel your tight erect nipples pressing against his skin. The slight friction against them makes you moan again, urging him onward. Brendon grips your cushiony ass, holding you in place with his powerful arms. His cock is not painfully hard, almost bursting from his tight trousers. You unbutton them slowly and slip a hand into his pants. You bite your lip when your slender fingers come into contact with his straining cock. It is thick and engorged, pulsing under your soft touch, eager to claim you. You wrap your hand around it's girth and stroke it gently, still keeping it trapped in his underwear. A small dark spot forms at the tip of the tented fabric as his cock oozes precum. You shiver, breathing in the smell of his arousal. "Wait," Brendon says with a concerned expression on his face. "What about Maggie. We shouldn't do this." You've heard these concerns before and know that they can be overcome with a little coaxing. You continue stroking him and fix him with a sultry gaze. "What about her? You think she'll find out about this?" you ask. "Even if she did it would probably turn her on." Brendon shudders as you speed up your stroking. "She would probably be drooling at the sight of me stroking you like this. I bet she wouldn't even be able to stop herself from masturbating at the sight of you breaking your promises with me. She's no innocent, either. You should see what she gets up to at work." Brendon moans and bucks his hips and you feel his cock swell in your palm. "Does that turn you on?" you ask. Brendon nods, blushing. You feel a wave of arousal surge over you. "I need you inside me, now." you tell Brendon. He watches your body closely as you pull away from him, releasing his cock. You get on all fours on the ground, hiking up your skirt and sliding the soaked crotch of your panties to the side. The sight of your dripping slit destroys any resistance remaining in the young man. He quickly frees his engorged member and kneels behind you, pulling you to him by your hips. You moan lewdly, encouraging him to take you right here in the middle of the brewery. The turgid head of Brendon's cock slides over your slippery lips, teasing you in just the right way. You wiggle your ass invitingly. When Brendon sheathes his cock in your pussy you almost scream out in pleasure. "F-fuck. It feels so big inside me." you gasp, feeling Brendon's cock throb within your dripping cunt. He slides back and then slams deep inside of you with a powerful thrust. This time you can keep the scream of ecstasy from escaping your lips. Before long B rendon is fucking your tigh pussy in a passionate frenzy, and you moan with every thrust. The entire brewery is filled with wet slaps and slutty moaning as Brendon gives in to his desires and fucks you vigorously. "Ahh, yes. Yes. Yes! Deeper! Fill me with your seed!" you scream, clamping your pussy around his cock as you climax. Your eyes roll back with pleasure but Brendon doesn't let up, still slamming into you as you collapse to the floor. You juices splash messily out around his cock, making the room smell like pussy. Finally Brendon begins to cum as well, exploding deep within your perfect pussy. You feel the spurts of his hot cum painting your insides but can only moan with mindless bliss as he fills you. The bucking of his hips continues, as his cock continues to pulse. When he pulls out you feel his cum drip from your satisfied pussy. You move one hand between your legs, pushing the sticky seed back inside you. Both of you are panting, exhausted from your moments of lust. Brendon buttons up his trousers and looks at you with a hint of guilt. "I should probably get back to work," he says in a sober voice. You hear him put his shirt back on before he tosses your own discarded clothes to you. You put them on and bid brendon farewell with a seductive smirk. You know that despite his guilt, Brendon can't resist your advances. If you come back to him he'll eagerly accept anything you ask. [[Head home.|Witch's Hut]] <<set $energy -= 2>> <<first>>\ <<set $brendon.corruption to 2>> <<script>>$.notify("Brendon corruption increased!");<</script>> <</first>>\

"So, now that you aren't promised to anyone, want to have some fun?" you ask Brendon in a flirty tone. He seems a little surprised by how forward you're being, but he nods. You smile at him and immediately begin stripping off your clothes. "Whoa, someone's eager," Brendon laughs. You look at him seductively as you unhook your bra, letting your <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> tits free. You push them together suggestively, teasing Brendon as much as possible before you move on to your panties. When you do take them off, you slide your panties down slowly, letting yourself get worked up with anticipation. You want your pussy glistening bby the time Brendon sees it. When your panties tumble down to your ankles, you realize you were more than successful. Your pussy it flushed and drooling, aching to take Brendon's cock. Brendon is obviously turned on by your willing display, approaching you eagerly. You let him take control and he pulls you to a desk to one side of the brewery. The desk is littered with notes, all on scattered paper. The desk is already disorganized, but when Brendon pushes your naked body onto it, it gets even worse. Neither of you care, too caught up in the moment. The sound of your lewd moaning echoes in the room as Brendon frees his cock and presses the tip against your slit. You look over your shoulder at him, biting your lip. "Put it in!" you beg, tired of his teasing. Brendon grins and lines himself up with your entrance and then slowly presses forward. As his cock stretches you out, you whine and drool, making a mess of the notes beneath you. When he pulls out you take a deep breath, preparing for the bliss you know is coming. Brendon's second thrust is quick. He slams forward hilting all $brendon.penislength inches of his cock inside you. You gasp as waves of pleasure course through your body. "Mmmmh fuck me," you moan, encouraging Brendon as he begins to thrust at a steady pace. The air is filled with the soft slaps of his hips against your round ass. Each thrust is accompanied by the delightful sensation of being spread open, filled by his rigid shaft. You let yourself succumb to the pleasure welling inside you. A sound at the door causes you to freeze. Brendon manages to pull you off the desk just in time, sending your naked body to the floor along with a shower of papers just as Derrick opens the door to the brewery. Brendon sits down trying to look as casual as possible. His cock is still protruding from his trousers, hard and glistening with your feminine nectar. The sight of it makes you ache, wishing he were still inside you. Fortunately, his cock and your exposed body are all hidden beneath the desk. Brendon pretends to be working as his father approaches. "Brendon, were almost out of ale in the tavern. Can you bring over a few barrels before tonight?" you hear Derrick ask. It turns you on knowing that Derrick is so close and yet completely oblivious of your presence. You move a hand down to your pussy, teasing yourself in secret. As you work your slick pussy you notice Brendon's cock, still throbbing right in front of you. Your mouth waters and you know you won't be able to resist a taste. "Sure, dad. I'll do once I finish up-" Brendon inhales quickly when he feels your hot mouth envelop his dick. You tease his shaft with your tongue, cleaning the feminine flavor of your pussy from his shaft. You almost moan aloud when you taste his precum, oozing out onto your tongue. "Alright Brendon?" Derrick asks, looking a little concerned. "Yeah dad, It's nothing," he replies, sounding slightly strained. It's difficult to remain nonchalant as you push your lips to the base of his cock, letting his thick member bulge your throat. You inhale deeply, taking in his masculine scent and feel drool leaking through the seal of your lips. Soon you know you'll have to have him inside your hot pussy, whether Derrick is there or not. Above Derrick seems to notice the scattered clothes on the floor for the first time. The tavern keeper glances at the discarded panties and then stammers, realizing what's going on. "Just bring the ale whenever you get the chance," Derrick says, hurting out. When you hear the door close you let out a moan, muffled by Brendon's cock. You look up at him with tears in your eyes, still holding as much of him as you can in your throat. Brendon wastes no time pulling your head back, and only takes a second to admire the panting, drooling mess his cock has made of you before bending you over the desk again. This time his fucking is more urgent, inflamed by your teasing under the desk. You don't hold back at all, moaning sluttily as he takes you. "I'm going to cum," Brendon warns you as he pistons in and out of your grateful cunt. "Please! Ah! Cum inside!" you beg, throwing all caution to the wind. Potential pregnancy is a problem for later. Right now all you want is to feel his hot seed pumped inside you. The first spurt painting your insides is all it takes to make you cum. You moan and grind against Brendon's cock, milking him with your perfect pink pussy. His thrusts become staggered but more forceful, almost crushing you against the desk. All you can do is surrender to the joys of being filled, rolling your eyes back and moaning like a whore. When Brendon pulls out, you feel his cum ooze from your cunt. It drips from your body to the floor, landing with a soft pitter-patter on the scattered paper below. You let out a satisfied sigh, basking in post coital bliss. You're glad Maggie didn't marry Brendon, because now you have that glorious cock all to yourself. <<first>> "I should have pulled out sooner," Brendon says quietly. "Don't worry," you reassure him. "I'm not ovulating, and I take medicine to keep anything unexpected from happening," you say with a smile. Brendon seems relieved. "In that case, we'll have to do this more often." Brendon says flirtily. You nod eagerly. <</first>> You gather up your clothes and redress, letting Brendon watch you. The sight of your pussy leaking his cum into your panties makes him flush with renewed arousal, but you know it can't be nearly as hot as feeling it yourself. Once you're redressed you turn and blow Brendon a flirty kiss. "See you soon," you say with a smile and head home.

You change into your uniform and prepare to work at the tavern. Once you step out of the back room in your tight fitting uniform, you immediately get to work, cleaning and preparing for the night rush. It seems that Maggie isn't coming in today, so you resign yourself to a night of working alone. After cleaning the bar, Derrick approaches you with a hint of excitement in his eyes. "I'm going to be taking the rest of the day off, and Brendon will be running the bar tonight. I have something to do this evening." Derrick tells you. You can't help but wonder if by //something// Derrick really means //someone//. <<if hasVisited("CatchSamanthaCheating")>>You suspect Samantha will be joining Derrick for whatever he has planned.<</if>> "No worries," you tell Derrick, "I'll take care of everything and keep Brendon in line." Derrick chuckles heartily. "You know exactly what I'm worried about! I'm sure you'll be fine though," Derrick says, inspiring you with confidence. You feel warm knowing that Derrick trusts you. You watch the tavernkeep leave, knowing that whoever he is meeting will be in for a good time. Brendon shows up a little later, greeting you with a wave as he prepares the bar for the night's work. You feel his eyes on you as you work, soaking in the sight of your body. You remember the tightness in his trousers when you teased him in the brewery, and know you could tease him a little more as you work. //Do I really want to tempt my best friend's fiance?// you think to yourself, mulling over the enticing decision. [[Tease Brendon.|BrendonTeaseTavern]] [[Just keep working.|IgnoreBrendon]]

//Yes. I do want to tempt him.// you decide, feeling a flutter of forbidden excitement in your stomach as you prepare to flaunt your body for the tavernkeeper's son. You begin before the night arrives, making sure to move seductively as you complete your tasks. You feel yourself flush as you beguile Brendon with peeks at your cleavage and panties, bending over when you know he is watching. You feel a thrill at knowing your best friend's fiance is watching you with desire. You know that he would do more than just look if you let him. When the patrons arrive you serve them with extra energy, inspiring more than a few slaps on your cute butt. You find yourself unfazed by the unsolicited touches, In fact, you hardly even pay any attention to them at all. Your mind is distracted, engaged in planning every motion and reaction all so that you can put on a show for Brendon. That doesn't mean soft moans that escape your lips are fake. On the contrary, the thought that Brendon is watching your every move makes you even more aroused than you normally would be. Whenever you have to go to the bar to get more alcohol you make sure to pull your shirt down slightly to ensure Brendon gets as much of a view of your <<if $player.bust < 4>>modest<<elseif $player.bust < 7>>impressive<<else>>whorish<</if>> cleavage as possible. Brendon reacts to your display with obvious excitement, and you catch his eyes on you more often than not. Any time you meet his eyes you flash him an innocent smile which makes him blush and look away. When the night is over and the last of the drunken townsfolk have stumbled out of the bar, you find yourself alone at last with Brendon. He looks at you nervously, trying to remind himself of Maggie's beautiful face, to forget the sight of you shivering with need as the men in the tavern paw at your body. He fails, fantasies once dominated by his timid fiance are now dominated by you. Each time Brendon looks at you he feels only unyielding desire. The two of you clean up in silence. Brendon is afraid to speak, worried about what he might say. Eventually you slip into the back room and strip yourself down to your underwear, the cold evening air raises goosebumps on your skin but you make no move to put on your normal clothes. Instead you run your hands over your body, keeping yourself ready and aching for pleasure. You want Brendon to have a good view when he comes to check on you. You wait for a while, wondering if Brendon will ever come through the door to the back. The anticipation has your pussy leaking into your panties, creating an unmissable dark spot in the fabric. If he doesn't hurry up you won't be able to resist masturbating on the spot. //What a sight that would be.// you think, tempted by the thought of being caught naked and horny. Brendon doesn't give you time to act, pushing open the door moments later. "Are you alright back there- oh!" Brendon freezes when he sees you standing in the back room in only your underwear. His eyes scour your body, enjoying every hint at your arousal. Your panties, damp with your hot juices, attract an especially longing look. You let him stare just past the point of decency before covering your bra with your arms and crossing your legs modestly. "S-sorry," Brendon stammers, averting his eyes at last and stepping out of the back room. You can only hope that the sight of you has him as aroused as you are. You shudder as you remember the way he looked at you, a stare which told you exactly what he wanted to do. It's a miracle that you aren't on your back now, moaning as he takes you passionately. You almost wish he had. With a sigh, you finally put your clothes back on and head back out. "Sorry $name, I didn't realize you were changing." Brendon apologizes. "No worries," you tell him in a flirty tone that reassures the handsome man. "Maybe sometime I'll show you a little more," you say, delighting in the last chance to tease him before heading home for the night. [[Continue]] <<first>> <<set $brendon.relationship += 2>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Brendon improved!");<</script>> <</first>>

<<first>>You move towards Brendon, seductively swaying your hips with each step. Brendon's watches you hungrily, but he maintains his composure. "It must be tough working back here alone all the time." you tell Brendon, "especially with your hot fiancee just in the other room, so close but still too far away for anything fun..." you say in a husky tone. The way Brendon's eyes light up with illicit desire tells you that you've struck a chord. He crosses his arms and looks away. "It's not always great, but I mostly enjoy the work," Brendon tells you. "Even knowing that Maggie is //serving// other men only a little way away?" you continue to approach Brendon until you can smell his faint masculine scent. He stares at your body, unable to keep himself from showing his lust. "I can help you with that," you tell him, "I wouldn't do any more than Maggie does for the strangers at the bar." Brendon seems a little embarrassed to think about his fiancee's activities in the tavern, but your proximity is incredibly distracting. "Don't you feel bad flirting with your friend's fiance?" Brendon asks. You shake your head, unabashed. Brendon trembles with need as he realizes your shamelessness. "Think about it," you say under your breath. Brendon doesn't respond, but you can tell he will think about it, picturing you in the throes of his pleasure next time he has to jack himself off. Judging by the slight tent in his pants that might be right after you leave. You step away, leaving Brendon to his work, bewildered and aroused, and return to the tavern. [[Continue|Tavern]] <<set $brendon.relationship += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Brendon improved!");<</script>>\ <<run $taverncommon.pushUnique("BrendonTavern")>>\ <<finally>>\ <<if hasVisited("BrendonTeaseTavern")>>\ You let your innocent demeanor fall away, revealing your erotic intentions to Brendon with an amorous look. Brendon stiffens, and images of your body, covered only by the thin fabric of your underwear dance tantalizingly through his mind. You can see that your teasing in the tavern has had an effect on Brendon, and wonder if you've eroded his restraint enough to have some actual fun. You approach him, flaunting your body with every step and feeling a growing heat in your core as his eyes roam your soft curves. In moments you are touching him, pressing your feminine body against him and begging him to take you with your eyes. He lets his hands move freely over you, coaxing a trembling gasp from your full lips. His mouth is there in an instant, testing your willingness with soft kisses. <<run $taverncommon.delete("BrendonTavern")>>\ <<if not $flags.includes("BrendonRegret")>>\ [[Encourage him.|BlowBrendon]] [[Push Brendon away.|BrendonRejected]] <<else>>\ [[Try to keep going.|BrendonRejected]] <</if>>\ <<else>>\ You probably shouldn't tease Brendon too much at once. Maybe next time you're working together you can push him further. [[Keep Talking|BrendonConversationStart]] <</if>>\ <</first>>\

<<widget "brendontopics">> <<if $flags.includes("NoWedding")>>\ [[Ask about Maggie.|BrendonMaggieTalkNoWedding]] <<elseif $flags.includes("WeddingDone")>> [[Ask about Maggie.|BrendonMaggieTalkWedding]] <<else>>\ [[Ask about Maggie.|BrendonMaggieTalk]] <</if>>\ <<if $brendon.relationship <= 10>>\ [[Flirt with Brendon|BrendonTemptation]] <<else>>\ <<if $flags.includes("NoWedding")>>\ [[Offer yourself to Brendon.|BrendonSingleSex]] <<elseif $flags.includes("MaggieCucked")>> [[Sleep with Brendon.|CuckMaggieSex]] <<elseif $flags.includes("WeddingDone") && $brendon.corruption < 2>> [[Flirt with Brendon.|BrendonRefuseSex]] <<else>>\ [[Kiss Brendon.|BrendonSex]] <</if>>\ <<if $base == "oil" && $brendon.corruption > 2>>[[Use oil on Brendon|BrendonOilCock]]<</if>> <</if>> [[Return to the Tavern.|Tavern]] <</widget>>

You find that talking to Brendon has put you in the mood for some fun. "I was thinking that it's probably been a while since Maggie has had some of your cum," you say with a devious smile. Brendon nods. "I can bring her some if you want," you say, sliding up your skirt seductively. If Brendon wasn't already used to your perverted mind he would probably be surprised by your forwardness. You bend over one of the barrels of ale, pushing your panties to the side so Brendon can get a clear view of your slit as it begins to moisten. The promise of a quick fuck has your pulse racing with excitement, and you feel the warmth spreading to your nether lips. Brendon could never resist the sight of your tight pussy. He stops his work, setting down his clipboard and approaching you with powerful strides. Already his trousers are pushed outwards by the swell of his cock. You wiggle your hips enticingly, inviting him to take you and spend his seed deep inside your fertile womb. The thought of his wife doesn't even cross his mind as he slides his cock out and lines it up with your drooling lips. The feeling anticipation as he prepares to push inside you drives you wild. Your nipples become as hard as stones, poking against your bra as you arch your back. "Take me!" you gasp breathlessly. Brendon can't resist an invitation like that. He thrusts forward, filling you with all $brendon.penislength inches of his cock. Lewd words die in your throat, turning to a gurgle of pure bliss as you are stretched out by his stiff rod. You're so ready for him to begin his eager fucking, ready to lose yourself to animalistic lust, so ready that you cry out passionately as he pounds your juicy cunt. The sound of body on body fills the air, only accompanied by the feminine moans you can't hold back. Every thrust drives you further and further into a haze of pleasure. You move your hips against him, working to extract as much pleasure from his pulsing cock as possible. This coupling isn't a tender, passionate expression of love. No, it is a rough, selfish display, borne of lust and desperation. Your bodies move instinctively, only concerned with satisfying pure biological need. It isn't surprising that the sweaty rut ends as quickly as it began, with a dazzling explosion of ecstasy as Brendon erupts inside you. You shiver and climax as your body is used to satisfy his most primal urges. The hot spunk spurting inside you is just as gratifying for you as it is for him, however. You almost forget that you aren't trying to be bred, but grin as you remember your own goals. Thoughts of a devious perversion of the natural order fill you with renewed arousal. When Brendon slides out of you, you put a hand to your pussy, holding his seed inside you as best you can. You leave the dazed man in the brewery, hurrying outside and across the way to where you know his wife is waiting, unaware that her husband has just made her a cuckquean once again. It is awkward hurrying through the yard with a hand under your skirt and cum dribbling over your fingers, but the thrilling risk of being seen only makes you hornier. When you find Maggie, she is in the living room, working on some sewing. You feel your pussy throb with anticipation at the sight of Maggie's pretty body, covered in a modest blue dress befitting a married woman. Something about her demeanor is delightfully domestic. She makes a great wife. The sound of your entry startles Maggie. "$name, what are you doing here?" She asks, looking at you with confusion in her eyes. She blushes when she notices where your hand is. You know she can smell the musky scent of cum and see your sweat slick hair. You imagine you must be quite a sight. "I have something for you." you say, voice shaking with lust. Maggie stops her sewing and watches as you hike up your skirt, revealing your recently used snatch. The sight of the slimy cum leaking from deep within you makes Maggie flush. She already knows whose it is. Jealousy turns to arousal and then to pure submission as Maggie accepts what she knows is coming. "If you want your husband's cum you'll have to lick it out of me," you tell her, smiling cruelly at the situation. <<if $maggie.addictiontype == "cum" && $maggie.addictionlevel >= 325>>\ You don't know exactly how long Maggie's gone without cum, but it must have been a while. She doesn't even hesitate before diving to her knees and slurping the warm seed from your oozing slit. Every lap of her tongue against your sensitive folds makes you shiver, but Maggie somehow seems even more turned on than you are. It doesn't take long before Maggie lets out a long moan of pure ecstasy, and mashes her face against your cunt. The wet sound of her pussy squirting through her panties reaches your ears moments before you smell the cumslut's juices. You feel hot arousal as you realize the hopeless cum addict just came from the taste of cum alone. The realization is more than enough to send you over the edge as well, with the help of Maggie's muffled moaning into your pretty pink pussy, of course. You grind your hips against Maggie's face, smearing her with your own lustful secretions. When her ecstasy ends, Maggie collapses into the puddle of her juices, happily basking in the warm glow that can only come from satisfying her need for cum. You can't believe the depraved slut she becomes when it's been too long for her. <<else>>\ You know that Brendon keeps Maggie desperate for sex, but you are still surprised by how brief her hesitation is. Maggie looks at you with an expression of pure lust before sinking to her knees and crawling towards you. You can tell she is ashamed of herself. This was never how she imagined married life would be. Still, there's an eagerness to her movements that proves she doesn't entirely disapprove of the arrangement. "Good girl," you coo as she moves her lips to meet your pussy. You relax your muscles and a sticky waterfall of cum leaks from deep within, dripping onto Maggie's welcoming tongue. She flinches at the salty taste but then relaxes, letting it spill into her mouth. "Maybe someday you'll earn the right to take Brendon's cum straight from the source," you tell Maggie. She shivers with delight at the thought. "But then you'll miss having to suck it out of my tasty pussy, won't you?" Maggie moans through her nose and nods cutely. You smile and reward her by pressing your pussy against her open mouth, savoring the feel of her hot breath against your nether lips as you push the last of the cum out onto her tongue. Maggie slides her tongue into you, trying to scoop more of Brendon's cum from your passage. She mostly gets your own slimy arousal, but she seems to enjoy that just as much. When you step back, Maggie's eyes are clouded in a haze of arousal. Her full lips glisten with a combination of cum and drool, some of which dangles from her chin lewdly. The sight of the degraded young woman makes hot arousal build within you, but it's nothing compared to the abject lust you feel when you see what she does next. You watch her sit back down on the loveseat where she sat when you came in, but she doesn't resume her sewing. Instead she lays back, spreading her legs and arching her back so that her hips are elevated. The compromising position allows the skirt of her dress to flop down, revealing a perfect round ass and the sopping mess of her panties. You immediately smell her arousal in the air, stoking your desire, but something keeps you from giving in and tasting her tantalizing twat. You want to see what she does next. You didn't realize she hadn't swallowed until Maggie spits the mess of second hand cum into her palm. She catches as much of it as possible, but her position is too awkward to keep a fair amount from leaking down her cheek and into her hair, making her face look like even more of a mess. Maggie doesn't seem to care. She cradles the cum in her hand as she slides her panties to the side, exposing her drooling pussy to the air. You watch her spread her slimy lips with delicate fingers, shivering as she does and almost spilling the precious cum onto the loveseat. When you realize what she's doing, you smile and run a hand over your own pussy. You know Maggie has always wanted to be a mother, but you didn't realize she was this desperate. You suppose it could work, if she got lucky, and you definitely don't mind seeing her try. It's not so easy, though. Maggie's first few attempts to hold her slick opening in a slight gape result in lusty moans as her fingers slide over her sensitive skin. Finally she manages to hold herself open long enough to dump the mouthful of cum onto herself. You watch it puddle and then ooze inside as she relaxes her muscles. You hardly notice yourself masturbating, too caught up in Maggie's lewd activities. Perhaps Maggie was originally motivated by a feeling of wifely responsibility, or the simple desire to have a child, but now she shoves her fingers inside herself purely for pleasure. The sight of Maggie giving in to lust is not an unfamiliar one, but somehow this moment is different. Your fingers race over your aching clit, driving you towards an orgasm that cannot be denied. The last thing you see as your vision darkens is Maggie bucking against her fingers and squirting short bursts of femcum onto herself, soiling her once modest dress. You come to the sound of her cute moans, caught up and carried along by the depravity of the whole situation. When your breathing slows, you look back at Maggie. She still hasn't recovered, still shivering occasionally as she reels from an aftershock of her orgasm. What a delightful mess she is, both sets of lips coated and glistening, breasts rising and falling with her shallow breaths. She really does make a great wife. <</if>>\ You readjust your panties and skirt and head out, unable to keep your mind from replaying the lewd memories of what just happened over and over again as you leave the tavern and head home. [[Continue]]

You decide against it and return to your work. The sight of you being teased by the patrons as you wait on them is enough of a temptation for Brendon anyway. When the night is over you change back into your normal clothes and leave. [[Continue]]

You are walking through the main square in town when you hear a familiar cackle. You turn to see Brula, one of the oldest ladies in town, talking to a villager. Brula was good friends with your mentor, Gerta, despite their polar opposite personalities. You remember being surprised that your no-nonsense mentor was so friendly with Brula, a woman who spent most of her time relaxing in the town square spreading gossip. Perhaps it was some sort of generational unity that kept them on good terms. When Brula notices you, she waves the man she is talking to away and gestures for you to come over to her. "Here for the latest gossip?" Brula asks. "No, I was actually just-" "Nonsense. You're here for the rumors, I know it." Brula interrupts. You have to admit that you //are// curious about what's going on in town. "I heard that Jacob Northcott's boy, Cade has been spending a lot of time with Christian Shipley. You have to wonder why..." "Who cares why?" you say. "I don't judge, but people whisper. Some folk think it's unnatural-if it's really true. I've been around long enough to know that it's as natural as any of the other trysts which happen in this town. Still, it makes for a juicy piece of gossip." Brula says with a grin. You frown. Maybe you can talk to Cade or Christian about it. Hopefully the other rumormongers in the town don't give them any trouble. "I'll see you later, Brula." You say, heading back home. "Come back if you want any more gossip! Maybe there will even be something about you." Brula calls as you walk away. You hope not. [[Continue]] <<set $northcottranch to 1>>

<<if visited() == 1>> You are walking through the main square in town when you hear a familiar cackle. You turn to see Brula, one of the oldest ladies in town, talking to a villager. Brula was good friends with your mentor, Gerta, despite their polar opposite personalities. You remember being surprised that your no-nonsense mentor was so friendly with Brula, a woman who spent most of her time relaxing in the town square spreading gossip. Perhaps it was some sort of generational unity that kept them on good terms. When Brula notices you, she waves the man she is talking to away and gestures for you to come over to her. "If it isn't Gerta's little rascal!" She calls to you in a teasing voice, making you feel like a child again. "How have things been without her?" She asks more seriously. "Everything but work has been hard. Any distraction is nice," you admit. "It's good that you're keeping busy. Gerta always hated idlers," Brula laughs from her seat in the square. "You ought to come and visit me more, $name. I know everything that's going on in the town, and I'm always happy to share a little gossip." "Gerta always hated gossip too." "Good thing she isn't here to judge you. Have you heard that Derrick has been heading out to the woods at strange times?" Brula says conspiratorially, "Folks are saying he's courting Charlotte Marlowe, but my money is on Samantha Potter. Francis doesn't seem like he'd be enough for a woman like her." Brula cackles as if she just told a joke. You are surprised by how much energy the ancient woman still has. "Probably none of my business," you tell her, although honestly you are intrigued. "Sure, sure, play the good young doctor. I know you'll be back for more soon," she says with a grin. "I'll see you later, Brula," You roll your eyes and she gives her signature cackle again before you head back home. <<else>> <<set _event to $gossip.random()>> <<goto _event>> <</if>> [[Continue]]

You are walking through the main square in town when you hear a familiar cackle. You turn to see Brula, one of the oldest ladies in town, talking to a villager. Brula was good friends with your mentor, Gerta, despite their polar opposite personalities. You remember being surprised that your no-nonsense mentor was so friendly with Brula, a woman who spent most of her time relaxing in the town square spreading gossip. Perhaps it was some sort of generational unity that kept them on good terms. When Brula notices you, she waves the man she is talking to away and gestures for you to come over to her. "Here for the latest gossip?" Brula asks. "No, I was actually just-" "Nonsense. You're here for the rumors, I know it." Brula interrupts. You have to admit that you //are// curious about what's going on in town. "Have you ever heard about the hermit who lives in the woods?" <<if hasVisited("FishermanHut")>>\ "Gregor?" you say. "Ah, so you know him. Be careful going around those parts. It's been said that people who spend too much time near him go missing." Brula says with a grin. You frown. "Gregor's a little crazy, maybe, but he's harmless." "If you want to associate with him you can, but it may not be wise, especially after what happened to Talia Porter." Brula sees youre about to ask what happened to Talia Porter and answers immediately. "She went missing after snooping around that hut of his. She thought he was harmless as well." You shake your head. The rumors about Gregor seem like they stem more from fear than anything else. <<else>>\ "I've heard some stories..." you say. The rumors always seemed exaggerated, claiming the old hermit kidnapped and murdered young women. "So you should know to be careful going around those parts. It's been said that people who spend too much time near him go missing." Brula says with a grin. You nod, but take her warnings with a grain of salt. <</if>>\ "I'll see you later, Brula." You say, heading back home. "Come back if you want any more gossip! Maybe there will even be something about you." Brula calls as you walk away. You hope not. [[Continue]]

You find Brula in her usual seat in the town square, watching the people go by. As you pass she calls out to you, and you approach her. "I've been hearing rumors about you and that Dreyer girl. People are saying that the two of you put on pretty good performances at the tavern." Brula cackles. You blush. You know that you and Maggie haven't exactly been modest recently, but you didn't think you were becoming the talk of the town. "Nothing to be ashamed of," Brula adds with a wink, "Despite what the more prude townsfolk might say. I'm just surprised about Maggie. She always seemed like such a good girl, I guess you've just been a bad influence." Brula watches you carefully as she speaks. "As if we have any choice," you complain. "The men of the town do what they please whether we like it or not." Brula gives you a knowing grin. "I suspect you do like it." You want to protest, but know there's no use. She is right, you do enjoy working at the tavern. That's why you keep going back. [[Return home.|Witch's Hut]]

The potent combination of hornet venom and lekkaroot make Cade hyper sensitive and aroused enough that you might be able to get away with something. You slide a hand over and pull him to you. "What are you doing?" Cade manages to ask. "You seem like you're in need," you coo, "I thought I'd help out." You say as you uncross his legs. As you thought, Cade's $cade.penislength inch cock is rock hard, making a tent in his tight riding breeches. Cade shudders and you see the bulge in his pants jump slightly. You just //have// to see it. Cade's riding breeches unbutton easily and you pull them down to his muscular calves. The lust potion's influence keeps Cade from any real resistance, but he protests with his voice. "Please, $name. Don't." You ignore him, and are even a little surprised when he helps you pull his underwear down. When his cock springs free it flicks a drip of his precum onto your waiting lips. Your eyes widen at the sight of his pulsing cock. The head is slick and shiny from his copious precum, a prodigious amount even for someone under the influence of your arousal potion. His rod pulses with every beat of his heart. Occasionally he clenches his muscles involuntarily, groaning as his cock bounces. You don't notice how close your face has gotten to it until you smell his masculine scent. It fills your head with need, driving you into a lusty haze. "Please..." Cade begs one last time. You can't tell if he is begging you to stop or keep going, and you suspect he isn't sure either. Still, you have no intention of leaving without getting a taste of his glorious penis. "Shhh, just close your eyes. Pretend that I'm Christian. We've just gotten back from a ride and I've pushed you down on your bed. Picture Christian so close to your cock that you can feel his hot breath against you." Cade closes his eyes and his cock noticeable strains, leaking a wave of precum from the bulging tip. You can smell that too and it erodes the last of your resistance. You dive forward, engulfing the tip of his cock with your lips. The salty taste of his pre makes you moan onto his shaft, sending vibrations through the thick rod. He answers you with a groan of his own and pushes his hips off the bed, sliding his length further into your mouth. "Ooh, Christian," Cade moans, gripping your head with his hands. Although he doesn't look as strong as his brother or father, Cade's years of horseback riding have resulted in a muscular build that is deceptively slim. You feel it intimately now as his powerful thighs flex beneath you. He tightens and thrusts forward, probing your throat with his dripping head. You fight the urge to gag, circling your tongue and gently cupping Cade's balls to give him as much pleasure as possible. You feel your eyes tearing up as he slides out of your mouth. There's only time to catch a momentary glimpse of his stiff shaft glistening with your saliva before he pushes back in. The two of you move in concert to find the perfect rhythm, filling the room with wet slurping, groans and muffled moans. "Mmm, Cade. Give me your cum. I need it! Fill your best friend's mouth up." You say breathily, trying not to sound too feminine. The fantasy drives Cade wild and he resumes face fucking you with an urgency that only your aphrodesiac can provide. Every time he pulls back his throbbing cock deposits a salty splash of precum onto your tongue which you savor. You can tell he is getting close. "Ah! Oh Christian! Fuck!" Cade moans loudly when you take his cock as deep as possible into your throat. You feel his muscles tense up before he explodes shooting thick spurts of cum past the back of your tongue. Desperate for a taste, you pull back and wrap your tongue around the tip, you are rewarded by a few more ropes of salty cum which quickly fill your mouth and leak out over your lips. You are incredibly turned on from the sensation of Cade filling your mouth alone, and you realize you have been practically dripping on the floor through your drenched panties. You wish you could stand up and impale yourself on Cade's penis but a weary look in his eyes lets you know he's done. He even seems a little ashamed. You would stay and comfort him, but you feel a surge of arousal and decide to go home and take care yourself instead. [[Continue]] <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Cade decreased...", "error");<</script>> <<set $cade.relationship -= 5>>\ <<potion clear>>

"Tell me about you and Christian," you prompt. Cade blushes and looks away. "We've been friends as long as I can remember. He's pretty much the only person from the town that I really keep in touch with. He likes the horses as well, and so when he gets time away from work we take them out on rides." Cade looks up at you and narrows his eyes. "Blake didn't say anything to you, did he? He's been spreading rumors about us. We're just good friends." "Would it matter if you were more than friends?" You ask. Cade looks surprised like it never occurred to him. "I -uh- I don't know, I guess it doesn't matter," he blushes more and looks down again. [[Talk about something else.|CadeConversationStart]]

<<if previous() == "NorthcottRanch">>\ "I was actually looking for Cade, is he here?" You tell Jacob. "Check his room, that's where he spends most of his time when he's not working." You find Cade in his room, resting on a plain straw bed. He looks up at you as you enter and then sits up awkwardly. "Uh, hey $name. What's up?" he asks, clearly surprised to see you. "Just wanted to talk," you tell him. Cade nods. You look Cade over. He is a few years younger than you but he stands a few inches taller. Still you wouldn't call him tall. Unlike his older brother, Cade has a slim build but you can tell he has a wiry strength to him from his work on the ranch. His $cade.haircolor <<print $hairlengths[$cade.hairlength]>> hair is longer than his father and brother's but you think it fits him well. "What do you want to talk about?" Cade asks. <<else>>\ "Anything else you want to talk about, $name?" Cade asks you. <</if>>\ [[Ask Cade about Leah.|CadeLeahTalk]] [[Ask Cade about work.|CadeWorkTalk]] <<if hasVisited("CadeWorkTalk")>>\ [[Ask Cade to go for a ride.|RideWithCade]] <</if>>\ <<if $alcohol > 0 && $cade.relationship > 5>>\ [[Give Cade a potion.|GiveCadePotion]] <<else>>\ <span class="inactive">[[Give Cade a potion.|GiveCadePotion]]</span> (You should be friendly with Cade and have a drink he'll be interested in to add the potion to.) <</if>>\ [[Ask Cade about his family.|CadeFamilyTalk]] <<if hasVisited("CadeChristianRumor")>>\ [[Ask Cade about Christian.|CadeChristianTalk]] <</if>> [[End Conversation.|NorthcottRanch]]

"Tell me about your family." You say. Cade seems reluctant to open up, but you wait patiently. "Well, dad is in charge of the ranch. His father taught him all about horse farming and left him the main line of horses we breed. He built the ranch up with my mom to what it is today. Dad and I get along well enough, but I would say I'm closer to my mom. Dad always said I inherited her empathy. She always knows just what to do when people are upset, and she has a second sense when it comes to the horses." "What about your brother?" you ask. Cades expression immediately sours. "Blake is the worst. He picked on me when I was little, and still does today. He's always been bigger than me, and even though he isn't as good of a rider, he can do any other job almost twice as fast. Dad likes him for that. Blake thinks he owns the place." Cade stops short, realizing that he's saying more than he wanted to. You wait for him to continue, but he just looks down and fidgets with his fingers. [[Talk about something else.|CadeConversationStart]] <<first>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Cade improved!");<</script>> <<set $cade.relationship += 1>> <</first>>

"You're Leah's age right? Do you know her?" you ask Cade. "Leah Kendall? Yeah, were about the same age. I haven't talked to her much, but I know her from church. She always seemed nice, quiet but always helping out." It doesn't seem like he has much else to say about Leah. [[Talk about something else.|CadeConversationStart]]

You decide to leave Cade to deal with his intense arousal himself, telling him you're going to head home. He is incredibly distracted as he says goodbye, and as you expect you hear shuffling and the rustling of fabric as soon as you close the door to his room. Before you leave, you get a devious idea. You wait quietly outside of his door for a couple minutes listening to the sound of his bed creaking lightly. You massage your breasts through your top thinking about what Cade is doing in there. When the creaking picks up speed, you decide the time is right. You push open the door to his room and barge in on him. "Cade, did I forget my-- Oh!" you exclaim, feigning surprise at the sight before you. Cade is leaning back on his bed one hand wrapped around his hard $cade.penislength inch cock. His face is flushed from the arousal of the lekkaroot, and in addition to the frantic creaking of his bed, you can now hear the wet noises of his precum lubricated shaft being stroked. When Cade sees you his face flushes deeper with embarrassment but he doesn't stop. "I- I'm s-sorry $name," he manages as his hips buck into the air. You watch with delight as his cock seems to engorge in his hand and then milky white ropes burst from the tip, pattering like the first drops of rain onto his cotton sheets. Cade's mouth falls open as he rapidly coaxes the rest of his cum out of his cock. The last few shots dribble onto his hand. You can smell it in the air and it only makes you hornier than you already were. Still, you know that you better leave quickly to minimize Cade's humiliation. Already he looks like he might tear up. "Sorry Cade, I'll go." You say, unable to keep all of the arousal out of your tone. You wonder if Cade can even tell. You quickly leave his room and close the door behind you. The whole way home you keep thinking about his beautiful cock and what it would feel like inside you. [[Continue]] <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Cade decreased...", "error");<</script>> <<set $cade.relationship -= 2>>\ <<potion clear>>

"How's the work on the ranch?" You ask. "It isn't so bad when I'm not working with Blake. I like the horses and enjoy taking them on rides. Even mucking the stables isn't too bad once you get past the smell. There's nothing like riding across the field with the wind in your hair and the sun on your shoulders. You should come on a ride some time. You might enjoy it." Blake says. As he describes riding, his usual shyness seems to fade. You tell him you would love to take a ride some time. "The horses are mostly good natured on account of their breeding, although we did just get this weird breed of horse called a cendweck. It's name is Avalos. We're supposed to train it, but Dad wants to try to breed it with the other horses. We would, except we can hardly keep Avalos under control and mom thinks any of his children will be just as wild as him." "What do you think?" you prompt. "Well, I don't know as dad much about horses, and even less about cendwecks, but Avalos is obviously smarter than the others. I see him eyeing the fence when we take him into the pasture. I figure that if we give him a little more respect and freedom, he might calm down a little. Of course, Blake thinks that's a terrible idea. Says that Avalos will take off first chance he gets." Cade frowns and crosses his arms. "As it is, Avalos has no interest in the other horses, not that we'd try to breed him with how wild he is. He won't even let anyone in the family approach him except mom, but she has a way with horses," Cade adds. "Maybe I can help calm him with some medicine of some sort," you offer. "I'd have to figure out the dosage, but I should be able to whip something up." "Yeah, just talk to mom, she's in charge of his food and water. I hope it helps." Cade says and then casts his gaze down again, indicating he has no more to say on the subject. [[Talk about something else.|CadeConversationStart]] <<first>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Cade improved!");<</script>> <<set $cade.relationship += 1>> <</first>>

<<if $ingredients.includes("animaflower")>>\ You decide against slipping Cade anything with anima flower in it. You don't know how you would explain any of the weird effects. [[Keep Talking to Cade.|CadeConversationStart]] <<else>> You wonder if you could get Cade to drink a potion. "Ever had Derrick's special grain spirits?" you ask Cade. "Honestly I'm not much of a drinker," Cade responds, making you worry you won't be able to slip him anything that isn't flavorless. "But I guess I could try some," he says to reassure you. Perhaps he picked up on your momentary dejection. "Great! I'll pour you some. Do you have any mugs around?" Cade nods and leaves the room, returning a moment later with two ceramic cups. You take them from him and set them on a small table in one corner of his room. You take a bottle of grain spirits and a potion out of your bag. Uncorking both, you pour the chemical smelling alcohol into both cups. You block Cade's line of sight with your body as you put a little bit of the potion into his drink. It's not the ideal dosage, but it should work. "Enjoy!" you tell him, passing his mug. Cade takes it tentatively and stares at the clear liquid inside. When he sees you gulp yours down, he is emboldened and takes a swig. You feel the burn of the liquor in your throat and Cade clearly does as well, coughing from the foreign flavor. "That's strong," he gasps, causing you to chuckle. You remember your first time drinking anything stronger than ale. It started with drunken swagger and ended in the bushes. "It's Derrick's special recipe. Priestess Reya doesn't allow it to be sold in the tavern, but Derrick makes it for himself and close friends." You stand up and move to sit next to Cade on the bed. You can tell Cade is starting to feel the effects of the potion. <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot") && $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>> Cade flushes from the lekkaroot, and you see him shifting in his seat. You know he's beginning to get turned on from the alchemical concoction. The straw bed rustles as Cade tries to slide away from you a little. He crosses his legs suddenly, and you suspect you know what he's trying to hide. You could try something or leave Cade to his own devices. [[Touch Cade.|CadeBlowjob]] [[Leave him alone.|CadeWatchMasturbate]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("chamomile") && $ingredients.includes("mesmerpollen")>> The potion starts to kick in very quickly, although at first the effects are indistinguishable from the alcohol. Cade's eyes slowly become hazy and unfocused, and he talks less and less. The mesmer pollen is clearly slowing his thoughts and lowering his inhibitions. You decide to test just how much they've been lowered. "I want you to tell me how you really feel about Christian." you say in a firm voice. Cade seems hesitant to respond, but his restraint fails. "I think I'm in love with him. I always feel different when I'm with him." "Does he turn you on?" You ask. Cade looks a little surprised. It wasn't what he meant, but your question makes him think about his times with Christian. "Yeah. I think he does." Cade says slowly. "Show me," you command, "show me what happens to you when you imagine him kissing you." Cade hesitates for a second but unbuttons his pants without looking down. You can see he is imagining a little more than you told him to, and when he pulls his cock free it stiffens until it stands on its own, bobbing with every beat of his heart. "Touch yourself." Cade doesn't hesitate at all this time, complying with your command and stroking his cock. You watch and feel the hot sensation of arousal settling in your stomach. Shifting into a more comfortable position, you slip a hand under your skirt and stroke your needy slit. You imagine Cade's cock inside you, spreading your lips and filling you with its girth. Cade groans with pleasure as he continues to pleasure his cock. You can tell from how the head swells that Cade isn't far from an orgasm. "Stop!" you order him. Cade is unable to resist your command and pulls his hand away from his throbbing cock. A bead of precum forms at the tip as Cade's boddy thrums with need. You keep stroking yourself as you wait for Cade to calm down a little. "You can continue." You say, allowing him to begin again. This time it takes far less time for Cade to push himself to the brink. He looks at you with a desperate look, as if to make sure you're okay with him cumming. You nod with authority and Cade closes his eyes. Immediately his cock erupts, spurting hot cum onto his shirt. You feel yourself getting close as you see his cock spatter his chest with semen. The final straw is when you see Cade absentmindedly lick his hand clean. You rapidly massage your clit as you reach an orgasm that sweeps through you and curls your toes. Cade closes his eyes, enjoying the post orgasmic euphoria and sinking into sleepy intoxication. The room smells like cum and sex as you gather your things and leave, heading back to your cottage feeling nicely satisfied. [[Continue]] <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Cade decreased...", "error");<</script>>\ <<set $cade.relationship -= 2>>\ <<else>> The potion effects are minor. Cade seems more affected by the alcohol than anything else. His face flushes and he seems more effusive than before. You chat for a little while about the horses before the topic turns to Christian. "If I could, I think I would marry him," Cade admits to you. The two of you have had a few more unspiked drinks and he is laying back on the bed. You sprawl out next to him, close enough to feel the warmth of his body radiating. "I haven't told that to anyone before, not even Christian. I don't even know if he feels the same way about me." You are shocked by how much Cade is telling you, especially considering that he usually wouldn't admit to being anything more than friends. The alcohol must really be affecting him. "I could find out for you," you offer, "without letting him know I'm asking for you." "Really? You're not disgusted or anything?" Cade asks, slurring his words slightly. "Of course not! I think it's cute if anything." You can't tell if Cade is blushing deeper or if his face is just red from the alcohol. "And you would really do that for me?" He asks incredulously. You reassure him that you will, and then change the subject. The two of you enjoy your drunken conversation for a while longer before you decide to head home. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.push("CadeChristian1")>> <<script>>$.notify("Quest Added: Forbidden Love", "info");<</script>> <<set $shipleyhouse to 1>> <</if>>\ <</if>>\

<<first>>\ "Want to take the horses on a ride?" you ask. Cade's expression lights up and he nods enthusiastically. He guides you out the back and to the stables where a few horses are waiting in stalls. "This one's name is Nari," Cade says, pointing to a beautiful chestnut horse, "You can take her out because she's pretty good with new riders. Just be gentle with her and she'll be cooperative." You look at the horse's gentle eyes and she whinnies softly. "Which one are you riding?" you ask Cade. "My horse is this one, her name is Talia. She's younger than Nari, and a little more free spirited, but I've been taking care of her since she was a foal." Cade says, walking over to a brown horse with a dark black mane. Talia and Cade lock eyes and you can tell there is trust between the young man and his horse. Cade walks back to Nari and brushes her back down quickly. When he finishes, he pulls a leather saddle off the wall and heaves it onto the mare. You help him tighten the straps. "Ready?" Cade asks you with a grin, offering his hand to you. You nod and take his hand as he helps you onto the back of Nari. The horse barely seems to notice the extra weight. Before you set off, Cade gently fits a bit into Nari's mouth and passes you the reins. "You shouldn't have to pull too hard on these," Cade tells you, patting Nari on the rear. Nari steps forward patiently and Cade lets her out of the pen. Once Nari is free, Cade bounds towards Talia and leaps onto the horse's back with surprising dexterity. You admire his slim form as he pats his horse's neck. You aren't surprised he's riding bareback. He catches you staring a moment later, meeting your eyes with his bright blue pupils. "Let's go," he says, urging Talia into motion. The two of you start slow, and Nari seems to know to follow Cade and Talia. You hardly have to guide her at all as you journey out into the fields along a hoof-beaten path in the tall grass. Once you are far enough away from the house to have some privacy, Cade slows Talia. Talia and Nari walk side by side, close enough for you and Cade to talk freely. "How do you like riding?" Cade asks you. "It's better than I thought," you say, unable to keep yourself from smiling. "I thought it might be way too hot out here, but you get a good breeze on horseback." As if summoned by your words, a wave of wind ripples across the grass, jostling your hair. "Yeah, except for on the hottest days, its always really nice out here. Plus I like to get away from Blake." "He's that bad?" "He is always teasing me about not being 'man' enough, whatever that means. It's like I can't do anything right around him. He doesn't care that I'm the better rider if I can't beat him in a fight or whatever. Now that he's started teasing me about hanging out with Christian, I feel like I can never catch a break." Cade begins to look more and more dejected as he talks about his brother, so you try to change the subject. "What's Christian like?" You ask. Cade sits a little straighter and pauses for a second. A smile crosses his lips as he thinks about his friend. "He's been my friend for a long time, and he's one of the few people in town who doesn't expect me to be something I'm not. He works with his dad making candles, but they also prepare oil for lamps and cooking. He likes coming out here and working with the horses more though, and we've talked before about starting a ranch of our own." Cade falls silent, and seems worried that he's said too much. "That sounds nice. The two of you would probably work well together," you say, trying to reassure him. "We would just be business partners of course," Cade says, blushing. "Of course," you answer with a sly smile. Cade is silent. The two of you ride around a little more before heading back to the stables. You chat about various things as Cade brushes down the horses once again and gives them a cold well water to drink from. Once the horses are tended two you tell Cade you'd love to go on another ride sometime, and head home. <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Cade improved!");<</script>>\ <<set $cade.relationship += 3>>\ <<finally>>\ "Want to take the horses for another ride?" You ask enthusiastically. Cade seems up for it and the two of you waste no time saddling up Nari. Like usual, Cade rides Talia without a bit, bridle, or saddle, guiding the mare with subtle cues and pulls on her mane. The two are so in sync that you miss his commands most of the time. Even though he is very quick on his feet, Cade looks more at home on horseback than on the ground. By comparison, your riding is clumsy. You bounce mercilessly any time your horse goes faster than a walk and feel every jolt between your legs. You and Cade ride out in the field and Cade looks over at you, laughing with innocent joy. "Want to ride to the river?" He calls to you. "Sure!" you call back. Immediately Cade taps Talia with his boot and the horse takes off, galloping across the grass towards a distant hill. You kick Nari as well, saying the command that Cade taught you. Nari complies, but gets up to speed slowly. By the time you get to a gallop, Cade is already halfway across the field. You can't help but let out a laugh of your own as you feel the wind in your hair. You feel a giddy freedom as Nari races across the plain. The sun on your back fills you with warmth but the air rushing past you keeps you from getting too hot. You almost feel like you are flying, gliding across the field, rushing through the grass and sending it reeling in waves. You lean forward for balance and the bouncing of your hips meets the leather saddle in a new way. You gasp, feeling the vibrations of the motion reverberate between your thighs. You hang on to Nari's neck losing yourself to the foreign sensation of rough pleasure. Strands of your hair tickle your face but you ignore it, rocking your hips slightly to line your clit up with the saddle. Without the fabric of your shorts and panties, the sensation would be too intense, but the thin protection muffles the feeling just enough to drive you wild. Every stride that Nari takes pushes you closer to your peak and you find yourself holding back whines of pleasure. Everything comes to a stop. You look up, panting to find that Nari has stopped at the edge of the river. The horse is drinking from the clear water thirstily. You pull yourself up, disappointed by the sudden denial when you were so close. You feel wet and horny, but know you can't do anything now. "Too fast for you?" Cade asks from a few feet away. You turn quickly and blush, but Cade seems oblivious to your recent ecstasy. "Yeah, a little." You reply sheepishly. "We can go a little slower on the way back if you want." "No!" You say quickly, startling Cade. "Alright, alright." The two of you relax by the river, letting the horses rest. Cade opens a small bag on your saddle and pulls some apples out, giving one to each of the horses. The two of you sit and talk about the farm and tending the horses. Because of your earlier arousal, you can't keep your eyes off of Cade's slim body. You wonder guiltily how his cock would look, free from his riding trousers, glistening in the sun. You flirt with Cade subtly, but he doesn't seem interested or aware of any advance you make. Instead he talks about how he and Christian come here often to pass lazy afternoons in the sun. When the two of you decide to head back, you mount up eagerly. Your pussy is slick with anticipation and you urge Nari into a gallop. As you move back across the plains, you shift your weight over and over, trying desperately to find the position you were in before. You are getting increasingly frustrated when you finally slide forward and feel the bouncing of your hips press your clit against the saddle. The intense feeling makes you moan, but the sound is carried away into the wind. Now that you aren't being caught off guard, you waste no time. Grinding your hips after every bounce, you drive yourself closer to orgasm. Your throbbing clit slams against the leather saddle over and over driving you wild. Your orgasm comes suddenly and intensely. <<if $player.fluids >= 3>>Your cunt contracts and your clit pulses as you gasp for air. A wave of juices soaks your panties, but that's only the beginning. You tense up and thrust your hips against the saddle, squirting a huge gush of fluids onto the leather. Your drenched panties smear your femcum around the seat. Although you just came, the horse is still running, and you are unable to pull yourself away from the saddle. Extreme pleasure burns your mind as your orgasm-sensitive clit bounces against the saddle. Your first orgasm hasn't even ended when you cum again. Another burst of your secretions sprays the saddle and drips down the side. In your orgasmic state you can only grind mindlessly against it, smearing your shirt with your own femcum. <<elseif $player.fluids == 2>>You feel your muscles contract and you moan loudly. "Oh fuck oh fuck," you repeat as your body explodes with pleasure. Juices leak from your pussy, drenching your panties and leaving a noticeable wet spot on the saddle. The experience isn't over yet, though. Still galloping, Nari's every motion makes you bounce. You feel every jolt in your hypersensitive clit, prolonging your orgasm into a long period of mind numbing pleasure.<<elseif $player.fluids == 1>>You feel your muscles contract and you moan loudly. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," you repeat as your body explodes with pleasure. Juices leak from your pussy, drenching your panties. The experience isn't over yet, though. Still galloping, Nari's every motion makes you bounce. You feel every jolt in your hypersensitive clit, prolonging your orgasm into a long period of mind numbing pleasure.<</if>> Almost purely by luck, you slip far enough down into the saddle to avoid further stimulation. You hold yourself in that position until Nari slows and trots up to the stable. Finally you are able to sit up, trembling slightly from the intensity of your climax. You dismount and lead Nari into her stall. <<if $player.fluids >= 3>>You are almost completely soaked by your own juices, but luckily the strong smell of the stables masks the scent of your sex from Cade. Still, you think he can tell that the wet mess on the saddle is from more than just sweat. <</if>> It doesn't take long to brush the horses down. You thank Cade for the ride and awkwardly hurry home. <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Cade improved!");<</script>>\ <<set $cade.relationship += 2>>\ <</first>>\ [[Continue]]

Hadras: Main City for church Vellan - nearby town Tirsis- God of the hunt. Calymoch- Trickster god. Valens- God of labor. Saggren- God of merchants Malcarick- God of war Brula - old beggar in town square. Dreyer: run a tannery. Very religious. - Maggie (daughter, engaged to Brendon) - Henry (father) - Catherine (Mother) Kendall: Carpentry - Leah (youngest daughter) - Jess (Daughter) - Evan (son, painter) - Harlan (Father) - Maisie (Mother) Drire: From out of town - Reya (priestess, 6 years older than pc) Maples: Fishing family, you've helped with conception issues. - Fredrick (husband) - Annalise (wife) Shipley: Chandlers - Jack (father) - Christian (son, in love with Cade) - Susannah (mother) Northcott: (Horse ranch) - Cade (son, in love with Christian) - Blake (son) - Jenny (mother) - Jacob (father) Milton: (Tavern and brewery) - Derrick: (Father) - Brendon: (Son, engaged to Maggie) - Nora: dead (wife) Delway: (Woodcutters) - Ben (Father) - Harris (son) Potter: (Head of council) - Francis (husband) - Samantha (wife) Bristol: (Dairy farmers) - Allison (daughter) - George (son) - Julia (Mother) - Mark (father) Marlowe: (Crop farm and kennels, father died) - Blaise (daughter) - Hailey (daughter) - Charlotte (mother) Ligan: (Woodcutters) -Sven -Madison (Pregnant) -Lily: lives in town center

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"Can I ask something personal?" you ask Christian. "Maybe, I guess that depends on what it is you're asking. What do you want to know?" Cade says. He is hesitant, but you can also tell he is excited by the juiciness of the conversation. "I know the rumors about you and Cade aren't true, at least not entirely, but do you actually like him as more than a friend?" "Wow, that is pretty personal." Christian says, chuckling. //At least he isn't offended.// Christian looks at you for a long time, as if trying to gauge whether or not you are trustworthy. Eventually, he starts to speak. "I guess so," he admits, "I feel like there is something there. Something I've never felt with any girl before. Plus, I'd be lying if I said I don't think he's cute." "Have you told him?" you ask. "No." Christian says, running his hands through his thick $cade.haircolor hair, "I guess I was just nervous about how he would react." You never would have guessed the confident, outgoing Christian could ever get nervous, but you understand. "I get it. You don't want to lose the friendship." you say. Christian smiles warmly. "That's exactly it." "You should let him know how you feel. I think it would go better than you think," you tell him with a wink. "Thanks, $name. I'll do it. I'm glad you asked," "No problem, you can always trust me," You return his smile. "Anything you want to talk about that's a little less personal?" Cade asks. [[Ask about Cade.|ChristianCadeTalk]] [[Ask about work.|ChristianWorkTalk]] [[End conversation.|ShipleyHouse]] <<run $quests.delete("CadeChristian1")>>\ <<run $quests.push("CadeChristian2")>>\ <<run $sleepevents.pushUnique("ChristianCadeFirstKiss")>>\

Not so far away from your home, near the center of town, Jack lets Christian off work. The sun is just approaching the horizon, and he hurries out of his house and down the street, racing against the remaining light. He heads down a dusty hoof-beaten path at the edge of town. At the end of the road he sees his destination, Northcott ranch. The windows illuminate the gloaming with hazy lantern light, marking where Christian must go. At the house he sulks through the shadows, sneaking to one window on the far side of the house. There he knocks lightly on the glass and awaits the response of his friend with nervousness in his stomach. Tonight is the night he will confess his attraction. Moments later Cade's face appears in the glass, a silhouette in the darkness. He knows who is knocking, but at the sight of Christian his face lights up. He quickly smooths his hair and throws on his riding outfit before joining his friend in the twilight. The two greet each other, but say remarkably little, both thinking about the things they want to say and watching for the perfect moment to say them. They naturally make their way to the stables and ride out. Both are eager to escape from home and venture to unfamiliar territory. Christian leads the way. He rides his horse through the woods, searching for a place to stop. When he finds it, he knows. //This is the place.// He thinks to himself, looking at a glowing horizon. Before him there are no trees, only a valley carpeted by tall grass. The two riders tie their horses to a tree and then sit next to each other on a large rock. The sun has dipped below the uneven horizon, and now all that remains is an orange glow in the distance. Locusts drone from all around them, a comforting summer sound that reminds Cade of his childhood. Christian watches him closely, trying to guess what he is thinking. He knows that this is the moment, and despite the calm of the night, he feels it slipping away. "Cade, I wanted to talk about something." Christian says quickly, seizing his chance. "I've been talking to $name, and she made me realize a few things. I think..." Cade looks into Christian's eyes as he speaks. Cade thinks he knows what Christian is about to say. He //hopes// he knows what he is about to say, and he waits eagerly. "I think I feel something when we are together, something that isn't there with anyone else, and I don't want to ignore it anymore." Christian gropes for the words to explain what he means, missing the fact that Cade isn't confused at all. "I feel the same way." Cade says softly, taking his friend's hand. Christian falls silent, heart racing as he realizes what's happening. He tries to think of something to say, but when words fail him he acts instead. Christian leans in toward his friend. The last thing he sees before his eyes flicker shut is Cade's face faintly outlined by the last of the day's light. Cade leans in as well and they kiss for the first time. The first touch of Cade's lips sends shivers through Christian's body. The kiss is soft and brief, only a shy moment of contact. Despite the brevity, however, the kiss awakens a desire for more in both of the young men. The next kiss is not so quick. Cade and Christian embrace each other, each feeling the touches they've longed for for so long. It feels natural for both of them. If Christian wasn't so focussed on Cade he might have reflected on his past kisses with various girls and marvelled at how much smoother everything is with Cade. Any doubt he felt before this moment is washed away with passion. The two stay pressed together until the stars and moon appear high in the night sky, and even once they stop kissing they cuddle together, talking to each other so that only they can hear. Later, Christian walks back along the road towards his home, feeling a joy unlike any he has felt before. His lips are still tingling from his time with Cade, and he keeps replaying the outing in his head. Both Christian and Cade go to bed that night thinking of each other. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.delete("CadeChristian2")>>\ <<run $sleepevents.delete("ChristianCadeFirstKiss")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Complete: Forbidden Love", "info");<</script>>

"What do you think of Cade?" you ask Christian. He thinks for a second, twirling his $christian.haircolor hair in his fingers. "He's really fun to hang out with. Probably my closest friend, not that I really have too many good friends. It's always nice going on rides with him and getting away from town for a while. We've known each other for a while, but I know everyone in town pretty much because everyone needs oil or candles. We weren't too close until a few years ago when he invited me over to take a look at the horses. I remember wondering if he would, because it seemed like he was always forgetting things and having to come back to the shop, and he'd ride up on Talia, his horse, and I'd bring out water and help brush her before he picked up whatever oil or candles he needed." Christian finishes and looks at you like he could go on. "What about his brother?" "Blake? He's the worst. He never leaves Cade alone when they're together, always pushing him. I've only met him a few times and he ignored me every time, so most of what I've heard has come from Cade. Still, he has that kind of muscular build that makes women go crazy for him, and a pretty handsome face. If he wasn't such a jerk, I bet everyone would love him." You nod, you don't know Blake very well either, but you do know that he is attractive. "Anything else you want to talk about?" Christian asks. [[Ask about work.|ChristianWorkTalk]] <<if $quests.includes("CadeChristian1")>> [[Ask Christian how he feels about Cade.|ChristianCadeFeelings]] <</if>> [[End conversation.|ShipleyHouse]]

"Hey Christian," you say. Christian is a few years younger than you are, but you've gotten to know him fairly well over your many visits to the chandler's shop. Christian looks up, noticing you for the first time. "Hey $name," he says, scrambling to look productive. "What can I get you?" "Actually I just wanted to talk." "Sure, but we'll have to watch out for my dad. He's been bothering me about not wasting time chatting. What's up?" <<if hasVisited("CadeConversationStart")>>\ [[Ask about Cade.|ChristianCadeTalk]] <</if>>\ [[Ask about work.|ChristianWorkTalk]] <<if $quests.includes("CadeChristian1")>>\ [[Ask Christian how he feels about Cade.|ChristianCadeFeelings]] <</if>>\ [[End conversation.|ShipleyHouse]]

"How's work?" you ask Christian. "Not too bad these days. The shop is usually busier than this. Everyone needs oil, or at least thats what dad always tells me. I don't like working up here much, but it's nice to get to know people as they come in to pick stuff up. My dad's always trying to get me to talk less and work more, but I figure its good to have a chat from time to time." [[Ask about Cade.|ChristianCadeTalk]] <<if $quests.includes("CadeChristian1")>> [[Ask Christian how he feels about Cade.|ChristianCadeFeelings]] <</if>> [[End conversation.|ShipleyHouse]]

"How's Brendon doing working at the brewery?" you ask. "Better than I ever expected," Derrick booms proudly, "sometimes all it takes to get someone like him on the right track is a good job and the promise of a future. Before the engagement I thought he would never settle down, but he's matured a lot in the past few months. It's nice that I don't have to worry about him getting into any trouble." "Was he really that bad?" you lean in conspiratorially despite the current emptiness of the bar. "No worse than I was at his age, but I didn't expect Margaret to agree to the betrothal, on account of how religious she is." You nod. You heard the rumors about Brendon and a few of the other girls in town, his age and older. It came as a surprise to you too that Maggie was so enthusiastic about the impending marriage, but she must have had a crush on Brendon for a while. <<derricktopics>>

"Hey Derrick, can I talk to you for a second?" You ask. <<if $player.bust > 2>>\ Derrick looks glances at your chest and seems surprised by your sudden growth. <<elseif $player.bust > 5>>\ Derrick looks at your large breasts and then back at you. "I have to ask. Have your breasts gotten bigger?" Derrick asks carefully. you blush at his personal question and nod. "I found a way to make them bigger with some medicine." you answer. Derrick smiles at you. "Isn't medicine amazing!" the burly bartender says with a chuckle. "They look good." "Thanks," you say with a shy smile. <<elseif $player.bust > 10>>\ Derrick openly stares at your massive tits. "Gods $name, your breasts have gotten huge." Derrick says, making you blush due to his forwardness. "Do you like them?" you ask, pushing out your chest to exaggerate the hefty orbs. "Mmmh, yes." You feel yourself flush with arousal at his gaze. You can tell your massive endowments make Derrick see you as more of a sex object. "Thanks, Derrick," you say with a wink. <</if>>\ "Any time, $name. What do you need?" <<derricktopics>>

"I need to talk about something, Derrick." you tell him. "Sure, $name. What's going on?" Derrick says from behind the bar with a sly bartenders smile. "It's about Samantha," you tell him. His smile vanishes. "I need you to stop seeing her." "Who spread that nasty little rumor?" "You know it's no secret. You're driving poor Francis halfway to madness," you answer. "And why should I care about that wanna-be bureaucrat? If it weren't for his wife, I'd have pushed him off the town council already. As it is he's nothing but an annoyance." Derrick's usual joviality barely remains and you find yourself a little frightened by the businessman's ruthlessness. "This town runs on goodwill amongst the townspeople. I can't have you starting conflict left and right!" you say, starting to get exasperated. "This town runs on my good business sense! Who do you think deals with the outside world when it comes to call?" Derrick asks. You hate to admit that he's right. You don't know why he does it, but Derrick's presence in the town goes a long way towards shielding it from those who would exploit its community trust and spirit. You decide to try a different tactic. "Maybe I'm just jealous." you huff after a long pause. This seems to calm Derrick. "Jealous of Samantha? You? There's nothing to be jealous of. You could have any man you wanted," Derrick says, looking you over. "And if I want you?" you ask seductively. "You practically already have me," Derrick answers, stepping towards you. You put your hand on his broad shoulders and lean towards him, parting your lips slightly. Just before your lips meet his, you pull away. Derrick looks at you with surprise and disappointment. "If you want me, you have to promise that you'll stop fucking Samantha," you whisper. "And you're going to stop sleeping around with everyone too?" he asks with a sly smile. You blush a little. "I didn't say you couldn't sleep with anybody else. You just can't sleep with Samantha," you retort. "Deal, but I get one veto too, and I'm saving it," Derrick whispers back, chuckling under his breath. This is a man who loves to haggle. You decide to seal the matter with a kiss, putting an end to any further bargaining. Derrick's lips meet yours, gently at first, but soon developing an intensity which gets your heart racing. You can tell he wants you. The two of you make out for a while, groping each other underneath your clothes. "Want to go upstairs?" you ask, breaking away from a breathless kiss. Derrick nods and you both hurry up to one of the bedrooms on the second floor. These rarely see any use except when caravans come through or when one of the townsfolk get too drunk. Still, Derrick keeps the rooms made up and dust free. As soon as the two of you find yourselves alone in a room, you begin to strip off your clothes. "Eager, aren't you?" Derrick asks with a smirk as you expose your pristine body to him. He stares excitedly at your breasts with a look that tells you he's fantasized about this moment before. Rather than feeling exposed, however, the hunger in the tavern keepers eyes only makes you feel aroused. You squeeze your breasts gently, letting Derrick admire their soft jiggle. You both notice your pussy leaking at the same time, announced by a small dark patch at the crotch of your panties. You can't help but blush at your body's uncontrollable eagerness. Before you can remove the damp fabric, Derrick gestures at you to come over to the bed. You approach slowly. "Let me help you with that," he says in a deep voice that makes you shiver with anticipation. When you're in arm's reach, he pulls you towards the bed, sitting down and yanking you onto his lap. You feel something rock hard in his trousers and your heart beats even quicker than before. Before you recover from being pulled down, Derrick yanks the crotch of your panties aside. You gasp as your glistening slit is exposed to the air. Two of Derrick's fingers trace the sensitive contours of your pussy lips. "Mmm, I love it when a girl gets this wet for me. You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you?" Derrick asks. You begin to answer but Derrick pushes two large fingers into your pussy just as you open your mouth. "Yessss!" you moan wantonly, trailing off into a whine. The former playfulness is gone, replaced by an intense lust. "Good girl," Derrick whispers in your ear softly as he begins to frig you slowly. You shiver and widen your legs unconsciously, angling your hips so that Derrick has easy access to your depths. He's doing everything right, and you melt like butter on his lap, letting him caress you wherever he likes. You see why Samantha likes him so much. He has you on edge in record time and keeps you there, squirming and moaning. You're dimly aware that he is slowly and seductively stripping you naked, but you don't care. The eagerness in his eyes makes you want to be on full display for him. You only wish he would let you remove some of his clothes and inhale his musky scent. Yet every time your shaky, lust-addled hands move to pull down his trousers or unbutton his shirt, he redoubles his efforts between your thighs until you lose focus and can't do anything but moan. Derrick maddeningly denies the more direct side of your arousal as well though, keeping you practically hanging over the edge of the powerful orgasm you pray is in store for you. "Fuck me already! Please, I can't take it anymore!" you beg shamelessly. You don't expect Derrick to acquiesce, so you're surprised when he slips his already throbbing cock from his trousers. Just the sight of it causes you to moan like a slut, eager to take the entire hot length. With you still on his lap, Derrick presses the tip to your steamy pussy. "Ahhhnnmmmm!! F-fuck" you pant trying to push yourself onto Derrick's cock. "Damn you want it bad. You'd put some whores in Hadras to shame, you know that?" Derrick asks. You might be offended if he weren't currently setting your body on fire by teasing your clit with the engorged head of his cock. "J-mmmmh just fuck me already..." you manage, gritting your teeth to keep from moaning. He does just what you ask. As Derricks cock finally fills your cunt you immediately cum. Your back arches and you lift your hips, spraying girlcum onto the floor . Before the next pulse of your orgasm washes over you Derrick grips you at the soft curve of your waist and slams you back down onto his cock. Your next squirt dribbles over his cock as he thrusts into you forcefully, prolonging your already intense orgasm. You don't have time to catch your breath as he lifts you up and down on his lap. Your turn for attention is over, now it's his turn and he clearly intends to use your body for all its worth. Every bounce on Derrick's stiff cock sends a ripple across your soft ass and you feel your breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts. Dimly you're aware of the sound of the bed creaking under the wait of your carnally conjoined bodies, but a constant haze of lust dulls your senses. In fact, the only sensation that still comes through strong and clear is the intense pleasure between your legs. Derrick's cock fills you perfectly, hitting all the right spots. Other girls might find him a little big, but you love the tightness that comes with his girth. You come again before Derrick reaches his own limit and pulls you off of him and almost throws your naked figure onto the bed. When you realize what's happening, you lazily move your hand to your stretched out pussy and massage your clit. Derrick kneels over you on the bed and you catch the musky scent of your own femcum, which lubricates his cock as he strokes it quickly. In seconds, Derrick groans and you see his slick reddish cock pulse twice. Hot cum rockets from the tip, coating your tits and then dribbling onto your stomach. It isn't an unfamiliar sensation, being covered in cum, but it never gets any less hot. Derrick puts his cock away, still hard enough to leave a visible outline in his trousers. "You can finish yourself off if you want, I'll be downstairs. I have to get back to work." Derrick says. He's brusque, but theres warmth in his voice. You wonder how many other girls Derrick has taken up here. //Has he fucked Samantha in this very bed?// The thought of yourself as just another of his lovers sends you over the edge a final time. This time unfortunately Derrick's cock isn't there to draw it out into minutes of ecstasy, but it is still elevated from the general soreness in your body. You feel the delightful exhaustion of being well satiated, and almost consider taking a nap right there, but instead you clean up and head downstairs. "Don't forget, no Samantha!" you shout to Derrick aas you head towards the tavern exit. "I always keep my word, especially to girls as delightful as you are." Derrick calls back with a smile. You head home, replaying the memories of your tryst over and over again. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.delete("TPIHelp")>>\ <<run $quests.push("TPIHelp1")>>\ <<run $sleepevents.pushUnique("SamanthaVisit")>>\ <<set $derrick.relationship += 5>>\

"Can I ask you for a favor?" you ask Derrick, looking at him and fluttering your eyelashes. "Sure $name. What do you need?" You walk close to Derrick, putting a hand on his chest as you lean forward to whisper in his ear. "I need your cum," you whisper. "I don't know, $name. I-" Derrick begins to protest, but it's too late. You run your hand up his powerful thigh and stroke his crotch, giggling as his cock pulses beneath your hand. "Alright," Derrick groans, giving in. You smile at him and kneel behind the bar, freeing his cock in seconds. "Make it quick," he says quietly. He doesn't want anyone to catch you in the act. You look up at him with pure desire in your eyes. "Okay, will this help?" you ask in a whisper as you expose your breasts to the tavern keeper. He answers only with a groan as you slide his girthy cock against your nipples, using it to coax them to attention. You gasp when Derrick's cock leaks precum onto your soft skin. "Want to cum all over me?" you whisper as you start to expertly stroke his shaft. "I want you to. I want you to coat my tits with your hot, thick, seed." Your naughty encouragement is obviously working Derrick up, but it also has the additional effect of making you horny as well. You fight the urge to suck his cock. You know if you started, you wouldn't be able to stop until you swallowed his entire load. You do, however, permit yourself a quick lick, moaning when you taste his salty precum. You speed up your pace, running your hands all over his glorious shaft and moaning encouragement up at the older man. "You're so much bigger than the other boys in town," you tell him. "None of the girls know what they're missing. At least I get your cock all to myself," You look up at him with wide eyes and bite your lip. That face is too much for him. Derrick's cock throbs in your hand and then you feel something hot and wet spatter your chest. Before the sticky load can run down past your tits, you fetch a glass bottle from your bag. Your tits create a perfect funnel for Derrick's spunk and you shiver as it runs into your cleavage only to be collected by your bottle. You diligently scoop the rest up, depositing it into your vessel as Derrick watches from above. "What is that for?" Derrick asks. "Just saving it for later," you say with a devious grin. You cork the bottle and whisper the words of a preservation spell. When you're all done, you put the bottle in your bag and pull your shirt and bra back on. "Thanks Derrick," you say, still kneeling behind the bar. Before you stand you give Derrick's cock one last teasing lick, collecting the last bit of his cum with your tongue and savoring the taste. You can't help but think of how hesitant Derrick used to be with you. You're glad he's given up the act. [[Head home.|Continue]] <<set $cum += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Bottle of Cum!");<</script>>

"What do you think of Maggie?" You ask Derrick. <<if not hasVisited("MaggieWorkTavern")>> "Margaret? She's a sweet girl. When Henry and I agreed Brendon and Margaret would be betrothed I was relieved. I sorta figured Brendon would accidentally get some girl pregnant, but he really has wisened up. I just hope he'll be a good match for her." He talks freely, and you get an idea. "Do you know her at all?" "Not very well. I've seen the pretty young thing at church, and I've heard she's a good girl. Henry assured me as much and he's a man of his word." "Wouldn't you like to get to know your future daughter in law a little better before the marriage? She doesn't have much to do these days, and I was thinking she might be good help around the tavern." Derrick mulls over your suggestion for a moment before responding. "I suppose it couldn't hurt, and it would certainly be nice to know her a little better before she moves in for good." "Great! I'll let her know. You'll have to get another uniform for her, preferably one with a little more... chest room." You say, gesturing at your breasts. Derrick blushes a little when he gets what you mean but nods. "I'll see what I can find." <<first>>\ <<run $quests.push("MaggieTavern")>>\ <</first>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Added: A New Waitress", "info");<</script>>\ <<elseif $maggie.corruption == 1>>\ "Maggie? She's a good worker. I can tell she's doing her best. Sometimes I just worry about the tavern not being the right place for her. As a future father in law, I want someone respectable for my son, but as her boss? Well, she could be a little more open to the customers," he says conspiratorilly. You know exactly what he means. Although she's getting better, the men who come in expect a little more. "I'll see if I can help her with that." You tell Derrick. "Just remember she's engaged to my son," Derrick warns you. You wonder how far would be too far for the burly bartender. <<elseif not hasVisited("MaggieCleavage")>>\ "I can't say I don't like the changes in her behavior. He new look is like something you'd see in a tavern in Hadras. I didn't think she had it in her. I'm just a little worried about her getting too brazen, she is due to marry my son after all." "Maybe that's not such a bad thing," you say, leaning forward to emphasize your cleavage to Derrick. "Brendon could have his barmaid and you would have me." Derricks eyes alight with obvious lust. "Not a bad deal," he says, slipping one hand below the bar. You smile seductively and walk around to his side. You look up at the large man with amorous eyes as he pulls you to him. You feel his bulge pressing against you and shudder as he kisses you. Moaning, you melt into his powerful embrace. As his tongue plays with yours you unbutton his shorts and pull his cock free. It is hot and heavy in your hand. "Mmh, your mouth's watering. Seems like you want a taste." Derrick says with a chuckle as he pulls away from your lips. You nod and kneel down in front of him. His cock pulses in front of your face and you shiver with anticipation. You can't wait to make Derrick happy with your soft mouth, to taste him andfeel him push into you. You grasp his penis and guide it to your waiting mouth. "I think you've convinced me," Derrick says as you sloppily drool on his cock. "Do what you want with Maggie. You obviously know how to please a man, and if Brendon isn't happy with your handiwork I'll just take both of you." You moan onto his cock imagining Maggie next to you. You pick up your pace, ready for his cum. "Plus it's a nice way to pass the time watching you two out on the floor." You feel him getting close and push your head forward taking all $derrick.penislength inches into your throat. His cock throbs and you fight against your gag reflex, working your tongue against his hard underside. Suddenly, hands grip your hair and Derrick's hips buck against you. You moan as you feel his cock unload down the back of your throat. You hardly have to swallow as his hot cum shoots into you. Still, you want to taste it, so you lean back and clean the last spurts with your tongue, swirling his cock in your mouth until it softens. "Perfect as always, $name." Derrick tells you. "I might have even gotten a little carried away. You don't mind me talking to you like that sometimes, do you?" Derrick seems genuinely concerned. "No, its pretty hot, actually." You say with a giggle. You rise from the bar floor, the taste of cum still lingering in your mouth. <</if>>\ <<derricktopics>>

You ask Derrick to tell you about his life before he became an innkeeper. "Well, back when I was your age, I worked trade caravans, first as a guard, but eventually I made enough money to do a little trading myself. Commerce in Hadras has a way of making even the most honest man a liar, and I eventually found myself taking on risky sales under the nose of the law. It's only by the grace of the gods that I never got caught. I knew more than a few who did, some of whom paid a hard price. When I met my wife, Nora, I knew I would have to settle down. I sold everything I had and we escaped the city to start a small inn in Vensbruck." Derrick's eyes look sad as he remembers Nora. "It didn't take long for me to build a nice little life here. Because most people around here aren't used to dealing with money and taxes I started dealing with the tax collectors and traders from out of town. Without me the king's men were fleecing the townsfolk left and right." As you listen to Derrick you are reminded that despite his unsophisticated accent, the man is one of the most experienced and educated in town. "It was all too good to be true, though," Derrick continues, "Nora died giving birth to Brendon leaving me alone with the baby and tavern to take care of. I couldn't bear to abandon what we worked so hard on, so I just stayed and kept going. That's how I got to where I am today." You thank Derrick for telling you his story. "I spend so much time behind this bar listening that I forgot how good it feels to tell my own story for once. Anything else you want to talk about, $name?" <<derricktopics>> <<first>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Derrick improved!");<</script>> <<set $derrick.relationship += 2>> <</first>>

"I was wondering about helping out around the tavern." You tell Derrick. "Oh, well you can do that whenever you want. I need help cleaning and moving things in the morning and serving in the evening. If you don't want to get your clothes dirty, I have an old barmaid's uniform in the back for you." Derrick leans closer to you. "If you work I'll bottle up some of my special grain spirits for you and give you a little bit of extra food." You know that Derrick brews his own ale, but the distillation of harder alcohol is generally frowned upon by the church. You realize, however, that this is a great opportunity to get a potential potion ingredient. "I'll do it," You say enthusiastically. "Thanks for letting me help out." "No, thank you!" Derrick says in his typical friendly manner. <<derricktopics>>\ <<run $quests.push("TavernWork")>>\

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"Do you still keep in touch with any of your friends from your trading days?" you ask Derrick. "Friends? I wouldn't call many of the people I worked with friends," Derrick says after a moment of thought, "but I do sometimes order things under the board from Hadras. One of the traders from my first caravan has built up a pretty nice web of contacts, so I go to him any time I'm looking for something the regular merchants won't touch." "So if I were also looking for something obscure, could you put in an order for me?" you ask. Derrick smiles at you knowingly. "What exactly would a girl like you be looking for off of the black market?" You hesitate, wondering what Derrick will think when you tell him you're looking for lepidenum oil. Derrick has never been extremely religious, but you aren't sure where his line is. He could draw it at breaking church sanctions for all you know. "I want to buy lepidenum oil." You say when you decide you can trust Derrick. "The holy oil? Never understood why people risked so much for that stuff, but I guess there's a market for everything. My contact in Hadras sends people with every caravan who pretend to be normal caravan guards. I'll introduce you next time there's a caravan in town and he'll tell you if they have what you're looking for. Just warning you, though, it probably won't be cheap." You thank Derrick for his help. "Anything else you want to talk about?" he asks. <<derricktopics>> <<run $quests.push("ObtainingOil2")>>

"How about right now," you say, drawing close to him and looking at him salaciously. Derrick sets the rag and the mug down, grinning at you. "I guess I could use some quick fun." Derrick says cheerfully. You take his hand and pull him to the back room, where you push him against the wall. <<if $flags.includes("CeremonyHorny")>> Your pussy is aching to be filled after the lewd events of the day. <</if>> In moments Derrick has his cock free of his trousers, and it prods you between your thighs. You pant with need, letting Derrick's rough hands pull up the skirt of your pretty dress. Only your panties remain as a barrier to Derrick's entry, but he yanks them down, making you shiver as you feel the damp fabric slide lower on your thighs. Once you are exposed, Derrick's cock makes contact with your pussy lips. You moan and run your hands over his muscular chest, mewling with pleasure as he explores you with the tip of his cock. When he finds your entrance you bite your lip to keep from crying out. His $derrick.penislength cock is so close to penetrating you. Derrick slowly thrusts upward, and you feel his head pressing into you. Inch after inch of his rod slides into you, slipping past your drooling opening with ease. You were definitely ready for him. When Derrick hilts his cock inside you, your eyes roll back with bliss. His penis is above average in length, but he also sports an impressive girth, stretching you out as he thrusts. "Mmmh, you're so big," you moan as you tremble on his cock. Derrick only grins, lifting you by your waist and slamming you deeper on his shaft. This time your cry escapes before you can close your mouth. Not wanting to be discovered, Derrick kisses you, muffling your lustful sounds as he fucks you hard and deep. At one point Derrick pauses and you hear screams of pleasure echoing faintly through the ceiling. Derrick chuckles. "Sounds like Maggie's having a good time," he says, resuming his thrusting. If only Maggie knew that as she is being fucked by Brendon, you are just below, being pounded by his father. You suppose you and your best friend have similar tastes in men. And what good taste it is! Derrick's fucks you with an intensity you haven't seen in the middle aged man before, slamming his thick cock home in your pussy again and again until you are little more than a drooling mess. The only thing you can think about is the pleasure between your thighs which quickly builds into a roiling storm of ecstasy. You feel your mouth open into a soundless scream as your body tingles with delight. "I'm gonna cum," you whine as his cock makes you quiver. Time slows and you writhe in delight for what feels like an eternity. Finally you feel something hot and wet deep inside you, and you groan as your pussy is quickly filled with Derrick's thick cum. Still, he doesn't stop his thrusting, slamming into you and sending spurts of cum oozing from your pussy with every thrust. He finally slows and then lifts you off his cock once he is absolutely spent. You can only giggle and look up at him with admiration as he sets you on the ground. "You don't know how much I needed that." Derrick tells you as he re-buttons his trousers. "I think I felt how much you needed that. That was amazing," you say, making him laugh. "I'm glad you're around, $name." Derrick says. "We'll have to do that again some time," he adds with a wink. You nod, pulling up your panties to trap as much of his cum inside you as possible. When you smooth your dress, you look just as respectable as before. Anyone seeing you would be completely unaware of the fresh cum currently dripping down your thighs. Still, you are hyper aware of the slickness, especially when you leave the tavern in plain sight of the remaining townsfolk. You feel a thrill at your dirty secret which stays with you as you walk home. [[Continue|SleepEvent]] <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Derrick improved!");<</script>> <<set $derrick.relationship += 5>> <<run $quests.delete("Wedding")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("WeddingComplete")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Completed: Maggie's Wedding");<</script>>\ <<run $flags.delete("WeddingDay")>>\ <<run $flags.delete("SpecialEvent")>>\

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"Want to have a drink?" You ask Derrick. You know that he doesn't often drink while working, and when he does, he only does it with closer friends. Normally you wouldn't ask him, but you have been getting more friendly with Derrick recently and you want to relax a little. Luckily, Derrick turns and grabs two tin mugs from the bar. "Thirsty for a little ale, huh?" Derrick says, flashing his usual jovial smile. He fills the mugs up with ale from a keg behind the bar and passes you the frothy drink. "What should we toast to?" He asks as you pick up your mug. "A plentiful harvest?" You ask. "That's boring, haven't you ever made a toast before? How about, 'Here's to getting drunk 'till we can't think, and pretty girls who want to drink!'" He says after a moment of thought. You laugh at the bartenders impromptu rhyme and a sheepish look crosses the man's face. "I guess I can drink to that," You lift your mug and clink it against Derrick's. The sound of the tin mugs colliding is followed by the sound of you both taking long gulps of the bitter ale. When you both set down your mugs, they are significantly lighter. "It's been really nice having you around to help with the tavern, $name." Derrick says, breaking a silence which had grown a little too long for comfort. "I'm happy to help," you inform him, "it's the least I could do after how much you've helped me and Gerta." You feel a little sad remembering your mentor. Derrick's eyes seem to soften slightly at the mention of her name as well, and you realize that he must have known her much longer than you did. "She was a good woman," Derrick says, seeming to catch on to you sudden somber expression. "The town's in good hands now though. I know she taught you well." You feel unexpected tears in your eyes and take another long drink of ale to hide your emotion. Derrick gets two more mugs and sets them between you. "How about another toast," Derrick says seriously. You nod, taking the mug. "To Gerta, may she find peace wherever she may be now." Derrick says. Mugs clink and you find yourself deep in your second drink of the day. The mood gets a little more cheerful when you and Derrick begin to swap stories about Gerta. You learn a few things that you didn't even know about your late mentor. Time seems to fly as you talk with Derrick and you hardly notice when patrons start to come in. It's a slow night, so Derrick easily serves the guests and mans the bar. When he's not busy he comes back and talks to you and the two of you finish a few more mugs of ale. When the last of the townsfolk leave the tavern the sun has already set. The light of a few lanterns illuminates the tavern with a dim glow. When you finally stand up you realize just how much you've had to drink. You stumble a little and stretch out, feeling a yawn overcome you. Your intoxication and the low light makes you drowsy. "Are you going to be alright heading home?" Derrick asks you. He is a little off balance as well, but not quite as drunk as you even though he outpaced you all night. "Yeah, I'll be fine," you say as reassuringly as possible. Yet as you take a step you stumble and Derrick has to catch you. "I'm not as bad as I look. I just haven't stood up in a while. Oh, you smell nice..." You trail off, leaning in towards Derrick's broad chest. You press you face against his shirt and inhale deeply, filling you lungs with his masculine scent. He smells of ale, wood smoke, and sweat, but somehow the mixture is like an aphrodisiac and you wrap your arms around his neck. "$name, I don't think we should do this," although there is hesitation in his voice, he doesn't let you go. You don't respond to him vocally, instead signalling your desire by rubbing your body against his. You squish your cute <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> boobs against his chest and look up at him with wide eyes. You lock eyes in an intoxicated haze of heat and desire. You feel Derrick's grip tighten on you as well and then he kisses you. His lips are powerful and larger than yours, but he is gentle, moving them against yours with obvious experience. He gently pulls your plump lips apart with his own and your tongues meet, heralding the start of a more intense kiss. Stubble scratches your cheek but in your aroused state the sensation translates to pleasure. Calloused hands roam your body as your tongues intertwine. Your mind is torn between focussing on the kiss or the jolts of sensitivity his hands elicit from you. You savor the touch of his fingertips sliding under your skirt and slipping around your $player.butt butt. You feel the heat of your pussy come into contact with the cold air as you move your legs apart. Your thighs separate giving Derrick's fingers the chance to press against the crotch of your soaked panties. You hear him moan, a gutteral sound that vibrates into your body. You let out your own moan a moment later as he presses lightly against your aching clit. Still kissing, you pull him even closer. Your shirt slides up from the bottom and you realize that his hard cock is pressing against your stomach. Overcome with sudden lust, you frantically unbutton his shorts, pulling free his throbbing rod. It brushes against the soft skin of your stomach, coating it with a trail of precum. Wrapping your thin fingers around his shaft, you stroke it slowly. Hot precum beads onto your stomach only to be wiped away by the fleshy tip of his cock. You speed up your stroking and lower your head, breaking the kiss to look at his cock. It is a sight to behold, pulsing in your hands. You lose focus on everything else except Derrick's penis, savoring the hot touch of it, the powerful look of it, and even the delicious smell of it. You are brought back to reality soon as Derrick nips your neck gently but desperately. His fingers find your pussy again and quickly frig your clit, making you moan and squeeze his cock. The increased pressure on his cock makes him buck his hips forward, jabbing the tip into your belly. You react by jerking him harder and rocking your hips against his fingers, completing the lewd chain reaction. Perhaps because of your intoxication, you don't see your climax coming until it is already upon you. You stiffen your legs and shake as you reach your peak. Pleasured moans fill the air and you distantly recognize them as your own. You barely manage to wrap your hands around Derrick's shoulders before your knees buckle. He holds you up easily with a muscular arm around your waist, still pleasuring you with his other hand. You press your mouth into his shoulder, muffling your moans against his sweat slick skin and inadvertently drooling on him as you cum. The sight of your youthful body trembling in orgasm awakens an animalistic lust in Derrick and he pushes your hips against his. Your senses tune out most of the world around you, but you are aware of his rock hard cock thrusting against the skin of your stomach. It slides easily against you, spreading his precum across your belly button and abs. His motions get more strained as he approaches his own climax. You feel his cock tense up moments before something hot and wet splashes between your tits. You manage to open your eyes and glimpse dark spots appearing on your shirt as Derrick shoots his load up underneath it. The cum that doesn't coat the tingling skin of your chest drips down his cock and is immediately spread onto your belly by his orgasmic thrusting. Semen runs tickles you as it runs down your front, pooling at the waist of your skirt and soaking it. The two of you stay pressed together for a while after your orgasms, enjoying the heat of each other's bodies. You listen as his quick breathing slows. Eventually he pulls away, his now softened cock flopping away from your body. You look up at him and see a concerned look on his face. "That was amazing." You tell him, hoping to reassure him. "You were amazing," he corrects you. "but that was a one time thing. A slip up." You nod disappointedly. "I guess I'll head home," you tell him, adjusting your cum soaked shirt and drenched panties. You must look like a mess, but feeling Derrick's cum cooling on your body makes a little more arousal surge through you. You turn and walk to the door, surprisingly steady. Your orgasm somehow sobered you up a little. "See you, $name," Derrick calls to you as you leave the tavern. You walk home trying to think of ways to make him "slip up" again. [[Continue]] <<first>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Derrick improved!");<</script>> <<set $derrick.relationship += 5>> <</first>>

You decide to use some of your feminine charm to convince Francis. You push your chest out slightly, exaggerating your rack. Although Francis is married, rumor has it that the marriage doesn't do much for either Francis or his wife Samantha. From the hungry look in Francis' eyes as he notices your body, you don't think he's had a woman in a long time. "Is your wife home?" you ask in a sultry tone. All of Francis' authority seems to drain from him at the sound of your voice. "No, no she isn't" he says quickly. "She went to town to run some errands." You wonder what exactly those errands entail. //She's probably cheating on him.// "Perfect." you say, creeping closer and closer to the short man. You can hear his ragged breath as he stares at your young body. You almost laugh when you see his hands are shaking slightly. You look him in the eyes and kneel down in front of him, right in the middle of the field. There's no one around to see you, but you still want to make it quick. "$name, I don't think we should do this, Samantha could-" "Shhhhhh" you say as you unbutton his trousers. His cock is already hard when you pull it from his underwear. You've certainly seen bigger, but you feel a little grateful that you won't have to struggle to take the entire thing in your mouth. Francis watches silently as you brush your lips over the top of his cock, letting a little drool lubricate the shaft. Already you can feel him pulsing in your grasp, ready to cum. This is going to be easier than you thought. You keep eye contact with Francis as you lick the tip of his penis. You would tease him more, but you are worried he'll cum too soon. You don't want to make too much of a mess. Before you swallow his meaty rod, you smile seductively up at him. "Will you put the hospital plans to a vote?" you ask, holding his cock inches from your open mouth. Frances pushes his hips forward desperately, trying to push his cock into the warm hole in front of it. You hold him back, making him groan with desperation. "Yes, yes. I'll do it. Next council meeting I'll do it." You reward him by taking his cock all the way into your mouth. It isn't incredibly difficult, and before you know it your face is pressed against his stomach. If you stick out your tongue you could easily lick Francis' heavy balls, but instead you rapidly massage the sensitive underside of his penis, accelerating his orgasm. It only takes a few seconds for Francis to cum. The first shots hit the back of your throat and you pull back a little, letting him shoot onto your welcoming tongue. Judging by the force and volume of his load, he must not have cum in a long time. It quickly fills your mouth, and before you can swallow it leaks out through your lips, dripping onto your chest. Francis groans and thrusts forward more, still spurting cum. You swallow a salty mouthful and then pull away, letting the rest dribble into the dirt. When you look back at Francis, he looks ashamed of himself. "Make sure to keep your side of the bargain." you tell Francis. He nods and re-buttons his pants, unable to look you in the eyes. You head home, feeling a strange rush from having so much control. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.push("HauntedHospital2")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("FrancisCheat")>>\

You ask Francis about the book he's working on. "I'm glad you asked! I've been thinking about this for a long time, but I never had the chance to really work it out on paper! I had a theory about numbers and how they interact with one another. Now, take all the numbers you know, these belong in what I call a field. Why they are there is not important. What is important is that if you can come up with the rules governing these numbers you can prove all sorts of things based on whether or not the numbers are in a field or not!" Francis says quickly and excitedly. You've never seen him so excited, but you don't have a clue what he's talking about. You glance out the window at the overgrown wheat behind the house. "It doesn't look like these fields of numbers you're talking about have helped your field much," you say. Francis looks at you as if you've just told him the sky was green. "Well no, this doesn't have anything to do with real fields, unless perhaps..." Francis begins scribbling numbers and symbols on his papers with his quill, ignoring you. [[Talk about something else...|FrancisTalk]] <<first>>\ <<set $francis.relationship += 1>>\ <</first>>\

When you arrive at the Potter farm, you don't see either Francis or Samantha outside tending to the fields. You make your way up the meandering path to their door and are about to knock when you hear agitated voices. You move around to the window, careful not to be seen. "I can't be with someone who treats me like this. I have to deal with the shame every time I go to the town. Everybody knows, you know?" Francis says, clearly distressed. "You've never complained before! Believe me, I don't think this marriage is a good thing either!" Samantha retorts angrily. You see Francis wilt. "So you're not going to try to salvage this?" Francis almost sobs. "Believe me, I've tried. If I thought Reya would grant the separation without your consent, I would have asked for it years ago," Samantha adds coldly. You hear a thump as Francis collapses into a chair. He looks around almost frantically, looking at everything but his wife's unrelenting glare. "I- I guess I'll ask Reya about it. You can't stay here once we've split though," Francis' command sounds more like a suggestion. "I'll pack my things. There's certainly room for me at the inn." Samantha's words twist the knife and her husband begins to sob as she stomps off to the bedroom. You realize that you shouldn't be there when she comes out and hurry back home. Although he hasn't been the kindest person to you in the past, you hope Francis doesn't take things too badly. The marriage had to end at some point. You wonder if he'll end up happier for it. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.delete("TPIBreakup")>>\ <<run $quests.push("TPIBreakup1")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("PotterBreakup")>>\

"I don't want to push you in any direction, but you should seriously consider your marriage. Samantha has never respected you. Maybe it's time you just cut her loose," you tell Francis. His eyes go wide for a second, before the small man deflates. You take advantage of his solence to push further. "You are one of the most respected men in town, or you would be if your wife wasn't setting the wrong example. You deserve better. You deserve to live the life you really want to be living." "You're right," he sighs. You didn't expect him to give in that easily. "I guess I've just been waiting to hear it from someone else." He doesn't sound sincere, but his eyes grow sad. A tear forms and falls to the ground and he sniffs, holding back sobs. You put your hand on his shoulder but he shrugs it off. "You should go," he tells you. "I want to think about this and I need to be alone." You nod and leave him to make up his own mind. You doubt he'll be able to do it, but maybe he'll surprise you. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.push("TPIBreakup")>>\

"You don't seem like you're doing to well," you say to Francis as your eyes adjust to the dim light in his house. His bruises from the confrontation with Derrick are impossible to hide. He looks even smaller than usual, and fragile like unfired clay. "I can't believe I lost her," Francis sobs. You don't know how to react to a man of his position crying openly so you gently wrap your arms around him and pull him close. His sob catches but he leans into you and rests his head on your shoulder. "It's okay, everything is going to be okay," you coo. You feel strange comforting him, but there's something nice about it. Tender almost. The motherliness you're feeling is interrupted when you feel something pressing against your thigh. //He's actually getting hard?// you think. For a moment you're conflicted. You don't know whether to chastise him or ignore it. //Or I could help him out...// Gently, and without breaking the embrace, you slide your hand to his trousers and free Francis' stiff cock. He jolts when he feels your first touch, but then continues to cry softly into your shoulder. Still stroking his back gently with your free hand, you manage to pull up your skirt and then trap Francis' cock between your cushiony thighs. You wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from your pussy just inches away, so close taht he could fuck it if he were any longer. The thought makes you wet. "Every thing will be okay, just let me take care of you," you whisper into Francis' ear as you begin to your body slowly. Your silky thighs glide over his cock easily, giving him just enough friction to make him moan between sobs. "It's alright, you're okay. Let whatever happens happen," you coo softly. Francis seems to relax a little, but still doesn't pull his head from your shoulder. The warm wetness of his tears on your shirt matches the slickness his precum leaves between your thighs. His arousal lubricates your skin, making your motions even easier. Suddenly he tenses up and you feel hot cum dribble out from between your clenched thighs. "That's it, let it all out. Good boy," you whisper, running your hands through his hair. He cums for a while, leaving a sticky mess leaking down both your legs and making you even wetter than before. You wish Francis could satisfy you, but his cock is already softening. "Thanks $name," Francis says when you step away, releasing him from your motherly embrace. "Any time," you say with a sly smile. You can't tell if he knows how turned on you are right now. You quickly make an excuse and head out the door. --- As soon as you make it out of eyesight from Francis' farm you duck behind a tree and lift your skirt. Francis' cum is still slick on your thighs and you scoop it up your leg until you reach your own drooling cunt. Your arousal and Francis' cum mix like some delightful potion, lubricating your fingers as you stroke your clit. It doesn't take long for the pent up arousal to find release and you collapse happy and messy onto the forest floor to ride out the rest of your climax. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.delete("TPIConfront1")>>\ <<run $quests.push("TPIBreakup1")>>\

You step into the tavern and notice Francis sitting at one of the tables drinking alone. You don't know how long he's been there, but there are a couple empty mugs at his table, so it could have been a while. You immediately notice the tension between Derrick and Francis. Derrick watches Francis from his perch at the bar, and Francis glances around the room timidly only making eye contact with the larger man occasionally and immediately looking away when he does. When Francis sees you enter, he seems emboldened. His eyes light up and he stands before striding over to the bar. It's clear that his newfound confidence is only the ephemeral 'liquid courage' from the ale. It's so unfamiliar to him that he stumbles as he walks. Derrick watches him with amusement as he approaches and smiles when the small man begins to speak. "I know what you've been doing with my wife," Francis accuses Derrick. Although his voice usually takes on the formal tone of a bureaucrat, it's now slurred, "I came here to put an end to it" Derrick's laugh booms over the ambience of the tavern. "I think everyone knows by now. If you could put a stop to it then you would've done it a long time ago" Francis seems unfazed by Derrick's resistance an you worry that the alcohol is going to get him into trouble. His once cautious demeanor is lost and the mix of drink and indignance has him set on a course for disaster. "You can't say that to me, I run this town I'm the head of the council!" Francis sneers. This on the elicits an even harder laugh from the bartender "We'll see about that at the next council meeting, but I think everyone here knows who runs the town. Seems like once again you're behind the curve." Francis blushes but looks more furious than ever, "I want you to stop fucking my wife!" "I'll stop when I hear it from her own mouth. But from you? You mean nothing to me. I'm not scared of you or any thing you can muster against me. It's hardly my fault you can't take care of your own wife." "Oh yeah, like you could take care of yours!" Francis shouts. Derrick's face immediately goes cold. "What did you say?"" Derrick asks. He's completely serious now. "I... uh..." Frances seems to realize that he's made a grave mistake. "Time for you to leave my tavern you little prick." In front of all the patrons gathered into an unruly circle to watch the scene, Derrick yanks Francis by the collar, handling him more like an animal than a man and guides him out. Some of the patrons jeer as Derrick leads Francis to the street. You hurry over to try and defuse the situation but are left trailing behind the giant bartender and his prey. "Derrick please, he's drunk! He clearly doesn't have control over himself or what he's saying!" you plead. "I'm tired of this runt. He's done nothing but annoy me since I arrived in this town. I want him out!" When they reach the door, Derrick flings Frances to the cobbles. Francis lands on his hands and knees, scraping them on the cold pavers. you watch him stumble as he tries to stand. "You son of a bitch! you bully! You don't deserve Samantha and you didn't deserve Nor-" Derrick sends Francis back to the pavers with a merciless punch to the stomach. This time Francis doesn't try to get back up. You hear him sob and feel terrible for having recommended this course of action. Fortunately, Derrick knows not to hit a man while he's down and returns to the tavern without a word, leaving you and Francis in front of the door, illuminated only by the glow of the lanterns. you feel the eyes of the patrons on you and you know they're firmly on Derrick's side, but nevertheless, your training as the town doctor compels you to help Francis up. "It's OK I'll take you home," you tell him. Francis doesn't say a word, but he clings to you as if you're all he has left. It takes you a while to lead the injured and drunken man back to his farm. ---- When you arrive, Samantha opens the door. "What happened to him?" She asks. She seems more disappointing than worried about him, but she helps you get him in the door. "He confronted Derrick and it did not go well," you say trying to avoid giving too much detail. "What a fool. Embarrassing me in front of the whole town, I'm sure. Thanks for bringing him home, $name." Francis barely makes it in the door before he throws up on the floor and then starts sobbing again. Samantha sighs. "Are you gonna take care of him tonight?" You ask Samantha "I'm not his mother. In fact, this is the last straw. I'll stay here tonight but after that, I'm gone. He'll never stop disappointing me. He can clean that in the morning," she says harshly. "But he was standing up for you! For your marriage!" You say, letting your outrage get the better of you. "It's a marriage I didn't want when it started and have only wanted less ever since. You don't know what it's like having to take care of a man like him and getting *nothing* in return. I'm done with him whether we can get a formal separation from Reya or not." you want to argue but you see what she means. Francis is pretty pathetic, sobbing in his own sick. The two of you manage to get Francis to bed And in almost no time Francis is asleep. Without a word of thanks from Samantha, you stubbornly clean up after Francis. You realize, however, that it's only pity driving you to help. You're much too tired and annoyed by the whole situation for any sympathy. Before you leave, you fill a glass with water and add a pinch of herbs to help with the inevitable hangover. [[Go Home|Continue]] <<run $quests.delete("TPIConfront")>>\ <<run $quests.push("TPIConfront1")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("PotterBreakup")>>\

"I have an idea, but it might be a little strange." you tell Samantha. "What is it? Honestly I'd go with just about anything to make you happy at this point, $name." Samantha says with a smile. She touches your shoulder lightly for a just a moment, a gesture of affection you don't miss. "Perfect, because this is going to sound a little crazy. I want to have sex with you-" you pause, thinking of how to present your plan. "You should have just told me," Samantha says, cutting you off. "No, theres more," you add, "I want to fuck you in front of Francis. I want to get back at him for all the misery he's put you through." Samantha seems shocked at first, but then she smiles. "$name you're evil! What a perfectly devious idea!" Samantha says, flushing a little at the thought of what the two of you are about to do. "How should we start?" "I think you should get him into the room. Make him think he's going to get to fuck you, then come and get me from outside." you say eagerly. Your own cheeks have started to turn red signalling your arousal to Samantha. "Who knew you were such a pervert," Samantha says, matching your excitement. You giggle but don't apologize. ---- "Francis, I've been out in the fields all morning. I think I need some relief before I go back out there," Samantha says to her husband, unable to keep herself from sounding a little unnatural. She tries to hide her distaste for this part of your plan, but some of it seeps through anyway. Fortunately, Francis isn't great at picking up on these things. "I just got some water from the well if you're thirsty," Francis says, happy to be of use. "No dear, I mean in the bedroom," Samantha says, caressing her husband's thigh. Finally it cicks for Francis. "Oh! Of course, I-" Francis stammers, but Samantha coolly pulls him into the bedroom. "Now wait here, I have a surprise for you," Samantha says. This time some of her real excitement leaks into her voice and any doubts Francis has are immediately buried beneath a wave of lust. "Thank you, my dear," Francis says pathetically as his wife diappears out the door. As she's walking to fetch you, Samantha realizes that her pussy is beginning to moisten, //Gods this is making me wet! That slut, $name is really getting to me.// she thinks. ----- Samantha doesn't make you wait long before she opens the door and practically pulls you inside. Once in the farmhouse she kisses you deeply. "I don't think I've ever felt like this before," she says when she breaks off breathless from your kiss. You feel her heart racing and smile knowing that you've led her here. One side of you exalts in the devious power you have over the situation. "Let's go," you tell Samantha with a sultry smile. When Samantha reenters the bedroom with you right behind her, Francis looks absolutely stunned. "$name, I- uh. What are you doing here?" Francis stutters awkwardly. You see him desperately trying to figure out the situation, perhaps hoping that you're going to be a gift from his lovely wife. Neither you nor Samantha stoop to answering the man, and instead kiss each other once again even more passionately than before. There's a force to Samantha's kisses that you haven't felt before. "I don't understand, Samantha? Why would you-" "Be quiet, stay still, and do not look away," you tell Francis sternly. If it had been his wife giving the command he might have protested, but the complete unexpectedness of you, the pretty young town medic, issuing the command causes him to comply absolutely. Francis only watches uncomfortably as you and his wife embrace. He obediently keeps his eyes locked on the two of you as Samantha is stripped naked before him. He watches as you free her generous breasts and he obligingly stares at her glistening slit, wetter for you than it has ever been for him. He only breaks his gaze when Samantha pulls your shirt off, revealing your perky tits, high on your chest. "Ah! Keep your eyes on us!" you scold him. He submits easily, letting his eyes return to your body. When Samantha pulls down your skirt and panties, he can no longer look away, enthralled by your tight pussy and the arousal drooling from its tantalizing pink lips. "Look, he's hard!" you tell Samantha, pointing at Francis. Sure enough, his pants are tented ever so slightly. "You see what little I've been dealing with?" Samantha asks you. You see Francis flinch when he hears the cruelty in her voice, but he flushes with an unmistakeable mixture of humiliation and arousal. The two of you return your focus to each other. You lick her pulsing cunt, delighting in the arousal pouring forth from within her, and she explores you with her fingers, spreading your private parts for Francis to see. Being so utterly exposed before him drives you wild with excitement, but even better is the thought of him watching his wife giving herself over to you so completely. Suddenly you have an idea. "Start touching yourself," you say to Francis. He hesitantly starts to slip his right hand into his trousers when you stop him. "Over your clothes," you say as coldly as possible. Once again, Francis obeys, and he begins to rub his cock through the fabric of his pants. You don't even have to command Samantha to get her where you want her. You simply guide her with a firm hand on her plump ass until she is standing before her husband, stark naked. The two look at each other with new eyes. Francis sees his wife utterly at ease in such a sinful situation, while Samantha sees her husband, broken and humiliated, but still hard as a rock and touching himself needily. Despite everything, he's aroused. "You love this don't you?" you ask Francis as you step behind Samantha. Your hands find her hot cunt and you press your fingers into her. "Mmmmmh" Samantha whines wantonly, spreading her legs into a 'V' so you can push your fingers ever deeper. Francis's cheeks grow red at the sight of his wife's juices dripping in viscous strands down your fingers and onto the floor, but obediently, he continues to touch himself. For a while the room is silent except for the juicy sound of you pumping your fingers in and out of Samantha's cunt and the occasional moans and whimpers she can't hold in. Her hips find a steady counter-rhythm to your fingers bucking against your hand as if riding a cock. You can tell by the urgency that she's close to coming. "Look at how turned on your wife is getting. Have you ever seen her like this before?" you ask Francis. He wordlessly shakes his head no, but you notice he's rubbing his cock through his pants even more desperately than before. //He's really getting off on this!// "Fuuuuahhh! Mmmmmfuuhhh!" Samantha screams when you bring her over the edge. As usual, Samantha's orgasm is a powerful one. Her muscles clench repeatedly at your fingers, milking them as if desperate to be filled with cum. If there were a real cock inside her, you doubt it would be able to hold back. A moment later she bucks her hips hard and you feel her cum splash into your palm and dribble onto the floor. The sight of Samantha cumming her mind blank on your fingers is far too much for Francis. He grunts and presses his hand against his cock hard. A moment later you notice a growing wet spot at the tip of his tented trousers. "Aww look who else came!" you say to Samantha. It takes her a second to focus but when she notices Francis' wet spot she laughs sardonically. "Gods, isn't he pathetic. He's so turned on seeing someone else touch me that he can't even stand up for himself," Samantha says. Francis shamefully goes to change his pants but you stop him in his tracks. "Stop, I want you to wear your shame for the rest of the day and night," you turn to Samantha, "Samantha, make sure he doesn't cheat and change until tomorrow." "I'll make sure!" Samantha says, laughing deviously. You can tell she's enjoying this little act of revenge on her husband. Before you leave she kisses you one last time, "I can't believe how lucky am you came along, $name. Without you my life would still be so boring." "Don't worry, it will keep getting better," you tell her. On your way home you think of all the fun things you can do with Samantha, you certainly don't want to stay away from the gorgeous woman for long. [[Continue]] <<set $samantha.corruption += 1 >>\ <<run $quests.delete("TPISamantha2")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("SamanthaLover")>>\ <<run $quests.delete("TPI")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Complete: The Potter Affair", "info");<</script>>

"I think you should talk to Derrick directly," you tell Francis bluntly. "Confront him. He's a reasonable man." Francis pales. "I-I don't think that's a good idea," Francis says hesitantly. "Doesn't it make you angry though? What he's doing with your wife? Maybe that's what you're missing. How can a woman want to be with someone who wont stand up for her?" You goad him shamelessly, but his fear paralyzes him. "I really don't think that would work. He already doesn't like me," Francis mumbles. You fix him with a judgemental stare but simply shrug your shoulders. After an awkward moment of silence, Francis sighs. "Okay, I'll do it." "Good, you'll do great," you say with a warm smile. Francis seems overcome by the weight of this new contingency. "I'll try to be there when you do!" [[Continue]] <<run $quests.push("TPIConfront")>>\

"Don't worry Francis. I know Derrick pretty well. I can talk to him and try to convince him to stop seeing Samantha. If he refuses, I have other tricks up my sleeve." You tell the poor little man. "Really? You would do that for me? I haven't exactly done anything to deserve your help." Francis says. "I just don't want this conflict to escalate." you tell him kindly. "Don't go to the tavern for a little while, I'll try to make my move as soon as possible." "Thank you, $name!" Francis says, barely able to contain his gratitude. You leave the farm with a wave. Now you just have to figure out how you'll convince Derrick. You don't think he'll be all to keen to lose an eager lover without another to take her place. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.push("TPIHelp")>>\

"I came to ask you about putting the abandoned house near the old church to use. Leah Kendall and I would like to clean it up and use it as a hospital for the town." You tell Francis. He gives you a worried look. "I'm not sure that's the best thing to do. That house has been empty for years, and not without good reason. Believe me if I could use it, I would." Francis tells you. He sounds almost as if he is speaking to a child. "You don't believe in the ghost stories, do you?" you ask, incredulously. "All I know is that any attempt to put it to use has been thwarted in some way. People report strange gusts of wind and whispers in the night when there's no one else there. If not spirits, perhaps it is the gods working designs beyond mortal comprehension. Whatever it is, I have decided it should stay empty. As the head of the council, all votes on land management must be approved by me." Francis adjusts his spectacles multiple times as he talks. "I'm not afraid. I can deal with whatever is going on there." you insist. Francis sighs and shakes his head. "I don't think it would be wise." You start to get worried, maybe you shouldn't have promised so much to Leah. Still, you can think of at least one way you might convince him. [[Convince him sexually.|FrancisBlowjob]] <<if hasVisited("CatchSamanthaCheating")>> Alternatively, you have some information Francis might be keen to hear. You know his wife has been cheating with Derrick. [[Offer a trade of information.|FrancisWifeInfo]] <</if>>

You decide Francis deserves a little reward and unbutton his shorts. His cock is average length, if not a little short, and it bobs in the night air, hard as a rock. "$name, what are you doing?" Francis asks, but he makes no move to dissuade you. He groans as you run your soft hand over his penis coaxing a bead of precum from the tip. "Just showing you how much I appreciate your help," you say, lowering yourself to your knees. You keep your eyes locked on his and lick the tip of his cock catching his precum right as it drips. "Mmm. I think you deserve a better view than this." You say seductively. You lean forward, letting your hot breath tease his cock as you unclasp your bra. He isn't super attractive, but being this close to his cock has you getting a little turned on as well. When you let your bra fall away, revealing your perky <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> tits, Francis gasps. When you return your hands to his cock it feels even harder than before. You grin up at Francis. "Like what you see?" "Y-yes," he stutters. You feel hot arousal coarse through your body as you revel in the power you have over Francis. Your nipples harden and heat flushes your face. You could make him do anything if you really wanted. You stroke his cock with your hand, making him tremble. It must have been a little while since he last came, because he seems incredibly sensitive. Maybe he's always like this, though. You speed up your stroking, gazing up seductively at the head of the council. His face openly shows his pleasure, and he struggles to keep his spectacles in place as he loses himself to pleasure. You moan lewdly as you work his cock, not from pleasure, but to make him even more horny. Your breasts jiggle slightly as you jack him off, and you can tell he loves every second of it. "Want to cum all over my tits?" you ask, a little surprised by how dirty you sound. "Yes, please!" Francis almost shouts. "Do it, let it all out. Cover me with your cum!" You cry out. Your whorish encouragement drives him over the edge. His cock swells and he bucks his hips forward. You keep jerking him off as you point his cock at your chest. The first spurt of cum hits above your neck, and you feel the hot cum slide downwards towards your breasts. Francis moans and thrusts into your hand as he shoots rope after rope of cum. You feel it hit your breasts with surprising force, and moan involuntarily as he coats you with his seed. He must have been really pent up because when he finally finishes you breasts are almost entirely glazed. His cock might not be that impressive, but his loads really are. After regaining his composure, Francis seems to remember that he is a married man. He takes one last look at you, naked from the waist up and coated in cum, and then stammers out a goodbye and hurries into the dark woods. You clean off a little of his cum with your fingers and taste it. It's salty, but surprisingly good for cum. You wipe the rest away with a wet rag and go to sleep, dreaming about dominating Francis in every way. [[Get up.|Witch's Hut]] <<run $quests.push("HauntedHospital3")>> <<set $hospital to 1>> <<run $flags.pushUnique("FrancisCheat")>>\

You arrive at the Potter Farm and knock on the door. Francis enters and welcomes you inside. "$name, good to see you. Is there anything I can do for you? You'll have to be quick because I'm expecting Samantha home soon." Frances says. You see his eyes undressing you, and you know he's thinking of the other day. "I just wanted to see how you're doing. Does Samantha know about..." you gesture to his pants, which already have a noticeable bulge. //Is he getting turned on or is it just that big now?// "No, she doesn't know yet. I've tried a couple times, but she's never in the mood," Francis says, sounding a little dejected. "Well, she'll just have to catch you changing some time," You move towards him and emphasize your point by moving your hands to his waist and unbuttoning his trousers. Francis freezes up immediately, making no move to stop you as you slide the trousers down slowly. Before you can reveal his magnificent length, you hear the sound of footsteps on the gravel path up to the farmhouse. "That's Samantha!" Francis says in a whispered shout. His face goes pale and he hurries you to his bedroom. "Hide under the bed!" he cries. You obey and slide into the tight space between the bed frame and the floor. There's nothing to cover you, but unless someone were to crouch and look under the bed there's no way for you to be seen. Almost as soon as you slip completely under the bed, you hear Samantha approach the door to the bedroom. A moment later she steps in. "There you are, Francis," you hear her say to her meek husband. From your angle all you can see are her bare feet on the wooden floor, cleaned and groomed nicely. She must have just come from bathing at the river. Francis' feet whirl to face her. "What are you doing with your pants unbuttoned. We have farm work to tend to, I can't get away for one moment without you heading inside to—oh! Gods what has happened to your cock?" Samantha asks in disbelief. You wish you could see the look on her face. "Well," Fredrick stammers, "I went to $name to get a potion which could make things a little bit more interesting down there." As he speaks Francis grows more and more confident. "That girl must be the most talented herbalist in the kingdom to have made this little miracle happen. Mmm it must be almost six inches soft," you hear Samantha lick her lips. "Oh and look at it harden! You look almost obscene with that thing, you know? I can't say it's not an improvement though." "Would you like to feel it?" Francis asks softly. He doesn't wait for an answer before stepping towards his wife and pulling her into an embrace. The sound of their kissing makes you flush. //Is he really going to fuck her knowing I'm right here?// You watch from your hiding place as a cloth skirt and noticeably damp panties fall down around Samantha's delicate ankles. //I guess he is.// You have to admit, you're a little turned on by the couple's amorous embrace. You wait patiently until you hear them break away from each other. Samantha mutters a breathless "Please, right now!" and you see her move towards the bed. The mattress creaks as she leans forward resting her upper body on it and you assume she's pushing her ass towards her husband. Francis' new size is working perfectly. You even notice a glistening bead of Samantha's lubricant slide into your vision, sporadically sliding down from her thighs and over the sun-kissed skin of her calf. She must be soaking! For a moment the only noise in the room comes from Samantha's panting as she presents herself for Fredrick to take, but soon he moves forward and you hear the faintest squelch as he begins to test her opening. "Oh fuck," Samantha whimpers, "You're so much bigger now. You're stretching me out!" "Are you okay?" Francis asked in a concerned tone. He's clearly not used to the increased size. "Yes! Don't stop! Fill me up, you—mmmmmmm" Samantha's deriding plea is cut short by an almost whorish moan and you see drops of her moisture dribble to the floor. Francis must have pushed forward to the hilt, squeezing out a little bit of Samantha's juices. "Fuck, just like that! Yes! Yes!" Samantha almost shouts. From your position you can smell her hot pussy as if it were right up to your face, and the scent turns you on immediately. You find your own slit with your fingers and begin massaging it, imagining what's going on just outside your field of view. You desperately want to see it, but that would mean moving closer to the opening. You decide the risk is worth it, and shift slightly until your head is almost poking out from beneath the bedframe. The sight of Samantha bent over the bed, pussy stuffed with Francis's massive cock only makes your pussy leak more. The woman's body is soft and cushiony, curvy in all the right places, and plush enough that every thrust sends her ass rippling. She looks like fertility incarnate as her wide hips rock against her husband. Her vocalizations, however, are more fit for a common whore than the goddess of fertility. Glistening strands of lubricant drip from her slick pink lips, stretched lewdly around his ridiculously sized cock. It must be about ten inches long and far thicker than average. It's perfect to satisfy a size queen like Samantha. You watch as Francis ruts his wife, barely uttering a grunt in response to Samantha's cacophony of moans and undignified begging. You find yourself remembering the feeling of Francis growing inside you as you watch him pick up the pace, slamming into his wifes sloppy pussy until her juices are flying everywhere. You flinch when a droplet of her feminine juice patters onto your cheek, and carefully bring it to your tongue. The delicious flavor makes your fingers delve into your own pussy with shaky desperation. Samantha announces her orgasm with a scream of pure pleasure. You see her knee tremble twice before she collapses off of her husband's cock. She falls to her knees and for just a second she looks like some perverse imitation of a true believer doing her nightly prayers before she gasps again and her hips buck forward. She barely manages to catch herself as she falls backwards, bucking her hips forward until her pussy is almost directly in front of your face. You can smell her sex and feel the heat radiating from it. It's all you can do to keep yourself from lapping at it as you watch her clenched muscles relax and then tighten up again. Despite yourself, you gasp when you see a gush of girlcum squirt from within her slick, slightly gaping folds. As it sprays your face, you flinch. You barely manage to shut your eyes as your cheeks, lips and nose are drenched with spray after spray of hot, watery girlcum. Although your eyes are shut, you open your mouth to the showers of girlcum, savoring the slightly salty taste on your tongue. The absolute shock of being covered by her sexual secretions so suddenly brings you over the edge as well, and your own pussy makes a smaller mess of your skirt and panties. Fortunately, Samantha is far too overcome by her orgasm to open her eyes and see you drenched in her cum. Francis doesn't give her the chance to recover, either, lifting her limp, shaking body up and repositioning her on the bed before re-entering her still dribbling cunt. He isn't done yet. Soon he resumes his pace and Samantha begins to moan again. Her muffled whines rise up from where her head is pressed against the mattress. As you're catching your breath, you see Francis' thrusting grow more erratic. Francis pushes deep inside Samantha when he cums, and you see his balls pulsing powerfully, a sign of the massive load he must be pumping deep inside her right now. Samantha makes no move to pull away, instead grinding her ass back against her husband so that every last drop finds its home inside her cunt. You retreat deeper under the bed and watch as cum leaks onto the floor. Francis must have pulled out. "Oh God Francis! It's been years since you've cum inside me like that. What if you make me pregnant?" You hear Samantha ask. "I hope I do." "You just want to see me all swollen with your child," Samantha tells him as she stands to embrace her husband. The couple kisses for a moment, reveling in their newfound sexual connection. "Why don't you go out to the rain barrel and rinse off. I'll take care of this mess," Francis suggests dutifully. When Samantha leaves, Francis leans down to check on you. "Gods, you got quite a soaking. I would let you clean up, but you have to get out now. Don't let Samantha see you on your way out!" Francis says before hurrying you out of your hiding spot. You feel the slight chill of the wind on your damp clothes as you hurry out the door and make your way towards the treeline. You stay off the road for a ways until you make it home. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.delete("TPISize2")>>\ <<run $flags.push("SamanthaSatisfied")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Complete: The Potter Affair", "info");<</script>> <<set $samantha.corruption += 1 >>\ <<script>>$.notify("Samantha grows more corrupt!");<</script>>\ <<run $quests.delete("TPI")>>\

"I've been speaking to your wife," you tell Francis in a matter-of-fact tone. Francis's eyes widen. "I didn't know you two were well acquainted, she never mentioned talking to you before. D-did she say anything about me?" Francis asks pathetically. "She did. She mentioned that your cock isn't particularly impressive." Francis blushes a deep red, shocked by your openness. The shock quickly passes into anger before he regains his composure. Still, the man fiddles with a quill anxiously. "I offered to help her with that particular problem of yours. Would you like that?" Francis takes a moment but then nods slowly. You aren't sure if he believes you yet. "Perfect! I'll start working on the medicine!" You say with a confident smile. Just like that you've convinced Francis of your plan. [[Keep talking|PotterFarm]] [[Head Home|Continue]] <<run $quests.delete("TPISizePromise")>>\ <<run $quests.push("TPISize")>>\

<<if $flags.includes("PotterBreakup")>>\ you knock on the door, Francis leaves you waiting a while before finally opening the door. "Oh, $name. I wasn't expecting you. Come in." He holds the door open for you and you step inside.The small farmhouse is dim aside from Francis' desk where you see a stack of books and notebooks illuminated by flickering candlelight. You wonder why he doesn't just open some of the curtains instead of wasting candles. [[Ask Francis about what he's working on|FrancisBookTalk]] <<else>>\ Francis is a small, bespectacled man who never was well suited to the life of a farmer. Fortunately, his skill with numbers and logistics allowed him to secure a position as the head of the town council. The position affords him respect, and ensures that he was well taken care of by the townsfolk, although not many are particularly fond of him. His uncharismatic ways might limit his friendships, but it is impossible not to admit his guidance has helped the town. "Hello, $name," Francis greets you as you approach. "Are you here for something in particular, or just wandering?" You sense a bit of disapproval in his voice, but it might just be the way he speaks. <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("HauntedHospital1") && !$quests.includes("HauntedHospital2")>>\ [[Ask about the hospital|FrancisHospitalTalk]] <</if>>\ <<if hasVisited("FrancisVisit") && !hasVisited("FrancisWifeTalk")>>\ [[Ask Francis about Samantha|FrancisWifeTalk]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPIVengeance1")>>\ [[Sleep together to get back at Samantha|FrancisVengeanceCaught]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPIConfront1")>>\ [[Comfort Francis|FrancisComfort]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPISamantha")>>\ [[Cuckold Francis|FrancisCucked]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPISize") || $quests.includes("TPIVengeance")>>\ [[Use an oil potion on Francis|OilFrancis]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPISizePromise")>>\ [[Convince Francis to let you try to make his cock bigger|FrancisSizeConvince]] <</if>>\ [["Just wandering."|Continue]]

"So, Francis, I've been thinking about your cock." you say with a teasing smile. Francis blushes immediately. "Has Samantha seen it yet?" you ask. "No, she doesn't know. You'd be surprised how hard it is to get her to bed with me these days," Francis admits. Part of you wonders if he's been holding out for you though. Judging by the way he's looking at you, he's thought about you a lot. "You poor thing, how have you been able to keep it down?" you ask, tracing your eyes down to his crotch. At one point, Francis might have stammered, but even though he seems caught off guard by your forwardness, he speaks confidently. "I've had to touch myself almost every day to get it under control. It's not like it used to be. I almost have to use two hands." This talk of masturbation is starting to get to you, and you notice your nipples are a little hard under your top. Francis notices too and stares openly. "Do you need some help taking care of it now?" you ask as you notice Francis' pants begin to bulge at the crotch. Francis thinks for a moment, looking out the window at the wheat field. "Okay, but we have to be quick. Samantha might come in at any minute." Francis says, and leads you to the bedroom. Once you're in the room, Francis shuts the door and pulls the curtain closed. As soon as the room is sealed from prying eyes you pounce on him, eager to see that massive cock of his again. You kneel before him and almost tear down his trousers. His dick flops free, throbbing powerfully in front of your eyes. The sight of it hardening beyond the length of any average man sends your heart racing. //It even smells different than before!// Francis' unnaturally thick rod now has an incredibly masculine musk you swear it didn't have before. Your mouth waters in anticipation. "Can I taste it?" you ask softly, looking up at him with begging eyes. Francis answers by pushing your mouth down onto his cock and filling your throat with heavenly man-meat. You set to work on his cock immediately, gagging on its length and drooling on the floor as you let him defile your pretty mouth. Despite your experience with blowjobs, you can't even hope to take his entire shaft to the base. Each time you try, you're left a gagging runny mess, but you don't let that stop you from pushing past the point of reason time and time again. Each time he buries himself in your throat, he holds your head there longer and longer, cutting off your air for twenty, thirty, then ninety whole seconds. Each time you begin to feel a little bit of panic he yanks his cock free, pulling with it a spout of watery drool and leaving you panting for air. The roughness of it all has your pussy leaking desperately. When you can't take it any longer you stand up and push Francis to the bed. As you limb on top of him he slides your clothes off, starting with your drool soaked shirt, skirt and finally your drenched panties. Your panties cling to your hot pussy lips, cemented by arousal. It's proof of your brazen sluttiness that you've made such a mess of yourself for him, but certainly not the only proof. As soon as the last of the fabric separating your honeypot from his heavenly cock is gone you impale yourself on him pushing almost halfway down his nearly 12 inch shaft before you can't go any further. You desperately will yourself to relax and slowly your muscles begin to loosen, allowing Francis' thick cock to slip deeper and deeper inside your hot cunt. "Fuuuuuahhh" you moan as you feel the last of him stretch you open. The base of his cock is almost as thick as your wrist, and it spreads you nearly to the point of breaking. Fortunately the only thing actually at risk of breaking is your last little bit of level-headedness that hasn't given way to arousal. When he starts thrusting your restraint does break and you're left completely at the mercy of your lust. Soon you're riding him with abandon, moaning and whining like a whore. Unfortunately this is exactly when Samantha bursts in. "What the hell are you doing in here, I've been calling yo-" Samantha freezes when the debauched scene in front of her starts to register. The two of you ignore Samantha and continue to fuck in front of the her. Francis might be doing it consciously, but you certainly are not. You are only peripherally aware of Samantha at all, although that's largely because Francis' massive dick is buried deep inside you. You couldn't stop grinding your eager hips up against him if you wanted to. "What is going on? How long have you two been fucking behind my back?" Samantha asks desperately. Surprisingly she sounds more hurt than angry. She has to almost shout to be heard over your constant, whorish moans and the slapping of flesh. "Probably not as long as you and Derrick have been going at it," Francis grunts in response to his wife. You don't add anything to the conversation but whorish squeals of pleasure as you're sent into a powerful orgasm. "You whore!" Samantha accuses angrily. You aren't at all concerned to prove her wrong at the moment. "You two can have each other. I'm going back to Derrick!" Samantha turns to leave, but as she's about to go she glances back one last time, catching a glimpse of her husband reaching his own orgasm. If you weren't totally overcome with ecstasy at the moment, you might have noticed the surprise in Samantha's eyes as she notices the thickness of her husbands cock, pulsing as he fills you like he never filled her. Samantha tries to turn away but she can't tear her eyes from her newly virile husband pumping a younger eager slut full of his cum. You don't see the sudden envy and then longing in her stare because you're in your own world, a world of pure pleasure. When you finish cumming on Francis' cock you feel him slide out of you, followed by the dribble of hot cum leaking from your abused slit. "Gods you really learned how to use that thing quick," you gasp, smiling at Francis. You take a moment to savor the feeling of his cum oozing out of you, making a mental note to have some contraceptive herbs later. "It isn't difficult," Francis says as he dresses. "All instinct really." He's still definitely can't take a compliment. Francis looks at you guiltily, and you see sadness in his eyes. "How are you doing?" "I guess I feel a little guilty. It was good in the moment, but now? Is she really gone?" "Who knows. Maybe she'll come crawling back once she realizes just what she's missing," you say. Francis doesn't seem convinced. When you leave he's standing by the window, resting his forehead on the glass and looking out over the field by the house. [[Go Home|Continue]] <<run $quests.delete("TPIVengeance1")>>\ <<run $quests.push("TPIBreakup1")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("PotterBreakup")>>\

"If you want I can help you get back at Samantha," you say to Francis in a husky voice. "What do you mean?" Francis asks, looking you over in an awkward glance that tells you he knows exactly what you mean. "Why should she be the only one breaking your vows?" You give him a sly smile. "I don't know, she probably wouldn't care at all," Francis says sheepishly. "After all she's not losing much." For a moment you see just how little self esteem the man has left before he turns away. You put your hand on his shoulder. "Give me some time, and I'll come up with something. I've been working on some medicine that helps with... virility," you hope you aren't making empty promises. After all, you want to get something out of this too, even if it's just some satisfaction and a chance to try out a potion. "Lets start with the potion and then decide." You move your body closer to his until his breath catches slightly. You can tell he's imagining all the possibilities. "Perfect. I can't wait to see what I can do with you," you say. You imagine you'll just need something with some sort of oil base, maybe from the Reya at the church? [[Continue]] <<run $quests.push("TPIVengeance")>>\ <<if not $flags.includes("OilBase") && not $quests.includes("ObtainingOil0")>> <<run $quests.push("ObtainingOil0")>> <</if>>

At the end of the day, you get ready to go to bed. The evening air is hot and humid, and so you strip down to your bra and panties before laying down on your straw mattress. You write some notes in your journal to wind down when you hear a knock at your door. Without thinking, you answer it, opening the door without covering yourself at all. Outside, Francis Potter stands at your doorstep. He blushes immediately when he sees you, reminding you that you are currently in your underwear. You feel shame well up within you, but seeing the effect you are having on Francis quickly makes you forget it. "Oh, $name, I'm sorry to disturb you," Francis stammers, averting his gaze. "I just wanted to inform you that the council voted in favor of granting you the abandoned house for the purposes of a hospital." You notice that he can't help peeking at your body as he talks. "Oh, thank you so much!" you say. You know you shouldn't tease the man, but you can't resist hugging him. Francis is mortified as you press your body against him. "It's no trouble, really." He manages. Before you pull away you feel something pressing against you. You glance down and see Francis' modest erection, straining against his shorts. [[Show him just how grateful you are.|FrancisHouseHandjob]] [[Tease him and send him on his way.|TeaseFrancis]] <<set $counciltimer to -1>>

You head to the tavern expecting to find Derrick alone behind the bar. When you arrive, the door is unlocked but the main hall is unusually empty. A few drained glasses of ale sit here and there at the tables, a fly circling them lazily. The afternoon sun shining through the glass windows presages the stream of townsfolk who will soon make their way to the tavern to socialize. The absence of that cheer and laughter is almost strange, but in its place you hear the faintest noises coming from upstairs, like a knocking. Suddenly you remember that Samantha said she would be staying here instead of with Francis. As if summoned by your thoughts, you hear the door burst open behind you, and turn to see Francis looking furious. "$name! Where's Samantha? Is she here?" Francis shouts. "I don't know, I just got here, but lets head outside and we can talk." you say, trying to calm Francis down slightly. Whatever happens, you don't want him hearing the noises from upstairs. Unfortunately things don't go according to your plan. "They'll be upstairs if they're here!" Francis says, and rushes the stairs. You race after him, but don't quite catch him. Once you're upstairs, the noises become much clearer. From the sound of it, Samantha and Derrick are going at it quite hard. The hallway is filled with the sounds of Samantha's whorish moans. It's enough to make Francis freeze and his eyes scan the doors frantically. "That son of a bitch is with my wife!" Francis says suddenly, taking on the demeanor of a much stronger and more respectable man. When he slams the door open, that momentary confidence drains immediately. "Fuck yes! Oh! oh! Gods, fucking cum inside me!" Samantha shouts, now perfectly audibly. You peek around the door and immediately flush at the sight of Derrick slamming into Samantha's cunt with abandon. Samantha is on all fours on the bed, back arched and ass pressed against Derrick. His hips slap against her ass, sending ripples and shaking her large breasts. It's an almost animalistic the way Derrick takes Samantha, yet she gives herself to him so eagerly that you find yourself jealous. From the looks and sounds of her dripping snatch, Samantha is absolutely loving every thrust. If the two lovers notice Francis' interruption, they don't let on at all. In fact they lose themselves even further to their coupling, pressing into each other with a sudden force. You and Francis both watch as Derrick's balls throb and his cock burrows deep into Samantha's cunt. "Yeeesssss!" Samantha whines as her own orgasm crashes over her. Frances can only stare as his wife cums hard on another man's cock, clenching around him and milking his cock. You imagine his potent cum painting her womb and bite your lip, wishing it were you in her place. Samantha's eyes roll back with pleasure and then she collapses, giving you and Francis a clear look at her well-used pussy. It glistens with her arousal, clenching again and again as the aftershocks of her orgasm roll through her. When a trickle of thick cum drips out onto the bed, Francis shudders. "That's how its done," Derrick says breathlessly to Francis "too bad you'll never have the chance to try again." You can't tear your eyes away from Derricks throbbing cock, still shimmering and slick, smelling of Samantha. Francis is unable to respond. Instead he speaks softly to his wife. "Samantha, please..." he pleads hopelessly. The buxom woman doesn't even turn to look at her husband before speaking in a hoarse voice. "Leave, Francis" "Are you coming back?" Francis asks. Derrick seems like he's about to answer but Samantha sits up in a fury, unashamed of her nakedness in fornt of all three of you. "I said leave! I'm not coming back to you ever. This is where I belong. You had your chance and you wasted it." Samantha shouts. Before Francis can answer her she pulls Derrick to her and begins kissing him aggressively. You see his softening cock stand back up at attention and you know the two of them won't wait for Francis to leave to continue. You put a hand on the poor man's shoulder and almost pull him out of the door. "Let's go. You should just stay home for a while." you tell Francis as the two of you head downstairs. From behind you the sounds of sex begin to ring out again. Francis refuses to respond to you, walking slowly until you reach the front door. When he's outside again in the golden setting sun, he sobs once and then hurries home, leaving you alone in the town square. [[Go Home|Continue]] <<run $quests.delete("TPIBreakup1")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("SamanthaPreg")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Complete: The Potter Affair", "info");<</script>> <<run $quests.delete("TPI")>>\

"What if I offered an exchange. I help you and you help me." you say to Francis. "Miss I don't know if that would be proper. I think you're attractive, but," "Not like that," you say quickly, trying not to sound annoyed. "I was walking in the woods the other day and I saw your wife." Francis' face blanches as if he knows what's coming. "She was getting //acquainted// with someone from town." you tell him. "Who?" Francis says quickly, his face quickly going from pale to bright red. You shake your head. "Are you going to help me out?" you ask. "Yes, fine, I'll make sure you get your building. Who was it?" You've never seen the scholarly man so worked up. "Derrick Milton," you say. You feel a little bad about exposing Derrick like this, but you know he can take care of himself. Francis seems to realize this as well and seems nervous again. Any open confrontation with the burly tavern owner wouldn't be in Francis' best interests. "I'll make sure we vote on it at the next council meeting. Thanks, $name." [[Continue]] <<run $quests.push("HauntedHospital2")>>\

"How's Samantha doing?" you ask Francis. The man flushes slightly at the question, indicating it's a sensitive subject for him. "Let's head inside to talk about this," Francis suggests. You nod and he leads you into the hut. <<if hasVisited("FrancisWifeInfo")>>\ "I've been thinking about what you told me. I wanted to be sure, so I followed her out into the woods one day, and..." Francis breaks off, unable to finish his sentence and you feel a little bit of pity for the man for the first time. <<else>>\ "Can I trust you with a secret?" Francis asks. You're used to hearing the towns secrets, and you've learned from Gerta just how important keeping secrecy is. You nod to the town councilman, smiling prettily to show him you're listening. The man continues. "Recently Samantha has been taking lots of long walks in the woods, and Gods forgive me, I started to get suspicious. I know I should trust her, but I feel like any man in my situation might start to feel a little curious. She never used to be very interested in that kind of thing at all. I do trust her, I mean I did," Francis is talking a mile a minute, and you put your hand on his shoulder to calm him. "The other day, I followed her." Francis breaks off, looking a little ashamed. "I caught her with Derrick, $name." You aren't too surprised by the information. <</if>>\ "I'm not sure if I can help you with anything here," you say gently. "No, no. I know you can help. Please, I'm just looking to talk through my options. I'm not usually like this. I've always been the rational one...the calm one. But I feel so betrayed. I want to get back at her somehow, even though I know I shouldn't." He seems like he's getting even more distressed, and you begin to feel a little uncomfortable seeing him like this. "Or maybe I could just talk to Derrick. Man to man. He'll understand." You aren't sure that's true. Derrick is friendly, but you know how stubborn he can be. [[Convince him that he should end his marriage|FrancisBreakupConvince]] [[Convince him to talk to Derrick|FrancisDerrickConvince]] [[Tell him you'll talk to Derrick|FrancisHelpConvince]] [[Tell him you'll help him get revenge|FrancisVengeanceConvince]] <<script>>$.notify("Quest Added: The Potter Affair", "info");<</script>>\ <<run $quests.pushUnique("TPI")>>\

<<if $base == "oil" && $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>\ "I've got a potion that will make you grow," you tell Francis, although you aren't fully confident it will have the intended effect. "Okay, let's try it," the small man says, looking nervously at you as you pull a vial of oily liquid from your satchel. "Well, go ahead. Get naked." you say with a reassuring smile. Francis immediately flushes but obediently lowers his trousers. Already the man's small cock is beginning to harden, not gaining much in size. He seems to hesitate for a moment, the last of his loyalty to his wife competing with his desire, both for the changes you've promised and also the idea of you touching him. You don't wait for him to make up his mind, pulling Gerta's soft potionmaking gloves from the satchel. The impersonal effect of your preperations seem to calm Francis down and he slowly unbuckles his belt. As he pulls his pants down you see he is already hard. His small reddish cock flops up from underneath his trousers, throbbing softly. Francis blushes with nervous excitement as a small drop of precum beads at his tip. You can see why Samantha might not be so enthusiastic about fucking him, but then again, you've been surprised before. "Sit down," you command. Francis quickly finds a wooden chair and sits down, perfectly obedient by now. "Let's get this over with, Samantha could be home any minute!" Francis mutters impatiently. "I'm sure she's having enough fun of her own," you answer, relishing the moment of anger and pain that crosses Francis' face. You feel bad, but the councilman hasn't exactly been the kindest to you in the past. You pour some oil from your potion onto your gloves and then touch it to Francis' cock. He flinches at your touch, but seems to enjoy the feeling as you massage the oil into his sensitive skin. You can tell he's feeling the tingling when he gasps again. "My god, $name, that feels strange. I've never felt anything like it before." You continue stroking him in silence, adding more oil as it soaks in. Soon his cock begins to feel harder in your hands. The oil is absorbed surprisingly quickly, but you keep stroking him. You want to see how the first half of the potion affects him before using the rest. "Ahh, it feels so tight. It aches, $name. Is it supposed to be like this?" "It affects everyone differently, but some discomfort is to be expected," you try to reassure him, but he seems distracted. With a groan, Francis' cock pulses in your palm, and as it does, it bulges, growing ever so slightly bigger. "It's working!" Francis exclaims before groaning again. He's clearly a little uncomfortable, but even his pain can't temper his excitement. Maybe it's the sight of his swollen cock growing, or maybe it's the fact that you've been pretty much giving him a handjob for the last twenty minutes, but you feel yourself getting turned on. You find yourself wondering how it would feel to have his cock growing inside you. It's still not very impressive, but its significantly better than where he started. Who knows how big he'll end up. Without thinking, you empty the rest of the potion onto your glove and smear it over Francis' cock, driving him wild with sensation. The combination of his growth and your stroking overwhelms the poor man, and he starts to lose himself in the moment, thrusting needily into your palm as you jack him off. While before things remained fairly clinical, the situation has grown undeniably sexual. Your other hand finds its way under your skirt and you massage your damp pussy slowly. "$name! Gods, this is too intense," Francis gasps, "I feel like I need to cum, but I can't!" Despite the speed of your stroking, you can't quite finish him off. Instead the two of you grow more and more desperate until his thrusting reaches a frenzy. With every frantic thrust, you see his trembling cock surge slightly, now large enough to safely be called above average and still growing. You can't resist it any longer. As the last of the oil soaks into Francis' skin, you stop stroking. With your own desperate movements, you lift your skirt, push your panties to the side, and lower yourself onto him. "We shouldn't!" Francis manages, but when you hesitate, he pulls you down, hilting his needy cock inside you. It stretches you quite nicely, unlike it would have just minutes before, and you gasp in spite of yourself. Francis, who must have rarely had a woman so stimulated by his cock, seems to grow even more aroused. He pushes his hips against your cushiony ass, driving himself even deeper. You feel him throb inside you and then- //Oh!// his cock noticeably swells, expanding to fill you even further. The sensation is like nothing you've felt before. Wanting more, you begin to rock your hips against him, riding him slowly at first. Each time you slide down to the base of his shaft, Francis cock pulses again, growing thicker and longer. Francis is quickly reduced to grunting and thrusting into you with animalistic desperation. Before long you are stretched almost to the point of discomfort. Francis' cock is easily the largest in the village at this point, and its tip nearly brushes your cervix when you lower yourself all the way. The sensation of his rod easily achieves what would have been a challenge for him before, that is, bringing you to orgasm. Your body clenches around him and you collapse into his arms, moaning his name. Francis, however, is still suspended in the inhuman lust and sensation of your potion, and uses your sudden collapse to hold you in position and hammer into you with his massive cock. His thighs slap against your ass as he fucks juices from your spasming cunt. Your girlcum spatters onto him and the floor, filling the room with your aroma. If Samantha were to come home after this, there would be no hiding that you had been made into Francis' willing plaything. When you recover, the forceful fucking you're receiving brings you right back to the edge again, and you hold on to Francis tightly, moaning like a slut. When the potion relinquishes its hold on Francis enough to let him finally find release, he thrusts deep inside you once again, lifting his hips off of the chair. Your legs wrap around his instinctively, pulling him in as much as possible. In your desperate state you spare no thought for pregnancy, you just want to feel his cum. His cock throbs again, somehow expanding even further. The final stretching is too much and your cunt spasms again, unleashing a wave of girlcum which soaks Francis and the floor anew. At this sensation, Francis comes. At first you just feel heat deep inside you, but when his cock throbs again you can practically feel it spraying you molten insides. Again and again he tenses, groaning as he fills you to the brim and slimy cum slips out around your tightly plugged lips. "Fuuckk," you groan, cumming again at just the sensation of him releasing inside you. You collapse onto him again and the two of you ride out your orgasms, grinding against each other. It would take more than Samantha returning to separate you at this point. After a while you lift yourself off of Francis, and his softening cock slips out of your abused folds along with a rush of his thick cum. //He must have been saving up for a while!// Even half soft, Francis' cock is much more impressive than what it once was. You smile knowing you brought about this change. Francis also seems to come back to himself, and quickly stuffs his cock back in his trousers. Even covered, you can see its outline against the fabric. "Thank you, $name. If I can't please Samantha with this, then It's probably my own fault." Francis says. You could tell him that plenty of men do just fine with below average cocks, but you're too exhausted from the fucking you just received to speak up. After all, Francis isn't the type to get his tongue involved without being told to. "I'm glad I could help. Thanks for letting me test it out too." You say with a tired but flirty smile. Francis blushes. "Of course, $name. I'm sure Samantha will understand too, considering what we're getting in return." "You're not going to tell her, are you?" You ask, narrowing your eyes. "No, no, of course not. Just if it comes out somehow, I think everything wil be okay." Frances says quickly. Fortunately it seems that his new size hasn't gone to his head yet. "I'll take care of the mess too. A mop and some open windows should do the trick." Now it's your turn to flush. You really did make a mess. Even your panties are uncomfortably moist and the entire room reeks of pussy. You gather up your things quickly and make for the door. "Let me know how it goes with Samantha," you say to him before heading back home. [[Continue]] <<if $quests.includes("TPIVengeance")>>\ <<run $quests.delete("TPIVengeance")>>\ <<run $quests.push("TPIVengeance1")>>\ <<elseif $quests.includes("TPISize")>>\ <<run $quests.delete("TPISize")>>\ <<run $quests.push("TPISize2")>>\ <</if>>\ <<set $francis.penislength = 10>>\ <<elseif $base == "oil" && $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ "I've got a potion that will make you grow," you tell Francis, although you aren't fully confident it will have the intended effect. "Okay, let's try it," the small man says, looking nervously at you as you pull a vial of oily liquid from your satchel. "Well, go ahead. Get naked." you say with a reassuring smile. Francis immediately flushes but obediently lowers his trousers. Already the man's small cock is beginning to harden, not gaining much in size. "S-should I sit down?" Francis asks. You nod, guiding him to a chair. You deftly uncork the potion and put some of the shimmering oil onto your palm before kneeling in front of Francis. With delicate movements, you spread the oil over Francis' cock. Your grip almost covers the entire thing. //Embarassing, but kind of cute.// You begin to stroke him gently, oiling his length. Almost immediately the hornet venom in the potion begins to take effect. Francis' cock grows incredibly solid, throbbing in your hand, but still doesn't expand any more than the slight swelling you'd expect from the hornet venom. Almost immediately, Francis' hips buck and his cock pulses powerfully. "Oh!" you exclaim as a surprisingly thick spurt of cum spatters your lips, followed quickly by two more which glaze your face and cleavage. Even more thick cum dribbles out over your fingers. Francis should have been satisfied but the hornet venom soaking into his dick keeps him right on edge. You don't wait for him to recover before continuing to jerk him. "Ghh- wait! I- Ahhhhh!" Francis groans as he reaches another orgasm less than a minute after his first. This time his cum is less explosive, but you move your lips close to catch it, letting the thick, salty substance run down your chin. You want to be coated by the time he's done. "Let's see how much you've got in you," you say deviously. Your soft fingers tickle the underside of his cock causing it to explode again. More cum splashes your eager lips, and you giggle wantonly, enjoying the power you have over the man. "Please..." he manages weakly before the pleasure overwhelms him and he falls silent. The man is quickly reduced to little more than an animal, thrusting desperately into your palm as if he could rut your hand. All the while his cock pulses and drools cum, occasionally squirting a little onto the mess which covers your tits. At some point you can't tell when he's coming or not coming, and wonder if he's lost in the ecstasy of one long venom-induced orgasm. He's certainly making enough of a mess. When his cock finally softens, Francis collapses back into his chair and falls asleep, utterly exhausted from the ordeal. Unfortunately his cock doesn't seem any larger. You head home, still covered in Francis' cum, replaying the dirty scene in your mind. [[Continue]] <<potion clear>>\ <<elseif $base == "oil">>\ "I've got a potion that will make you grow," you tell Francis, although you aren't fully confident it will have the intended effect. "Okay, let's try it," the small man says, looking nervously at you as you pull a vial of oily liquid from your satchel. "Well, go ahead. Get naked." you say with a reassuring smile. Francis immediately flushes but obediently lowers his trousers. Already the man's small cock is beginning to harden, not gaining much in size. "S-should I sit down?" Francis asks. You nod, guiding him to a chair. You deftly uncork the potion and put some of the shimmering oil onto your palm before spreading it over Francis' cock. Your grip almost covers the entire thing. //Embarrassing, but kind of cute.// You begin to stroke him gently, oiling his length. "Is this really necessary? Samantha might be home any second and I don't want to..." the town councilman trails off as begin to jerk him off more quickly. Just as you're starting to get into it, however, Francis groans and a spurt of cum shoots from his penis, landing rudely on your lips. The rest dribbles out over your fingers mingling with the oil. With your free hand you wipe your lips clean, but still taste a bit of saltiness which reminds you of all the experiences you've had with longer lasting men. "I'm so sorry!" Francis says when he recovers from his premature ecstasy. It takes him a second to notice his cock hasn't grown at all. "Isn't it supposed to be bigger? Is it something that takes time?" "I'm not sure, this is sort of an experimental treatment." You say, apologetically. Francis scowls, reclaiming some of his lost authority. "I hope this isn't a waste of my time. I'm counting on you, $name." "We'll have to try again," you answer, trying not to roll your eyes the gall of this man. [[Continue]] <<potion clear>>\ <<else>>\ You don't think your potion will have any effect on Francis' cock. Maybe if you some sort of oil based potion... [[Return|PotterFarm]] <</if>>\

You decide to tease Francis a little more before he goes. Instead of breaking the hug, you pretend to lose balance, grinding your crotch against his erection. In a bit of luck that even you couldn't have planned, Francis pushes his hips forward involuntarily, reacting to the stimulus and your panties slip to the side, exposing your pussy to the air. You groan as you feel the fabric of his trousers against your sensitive parts. Francis, embarrassed already, quickly helps regain your balance. When he sees your cute pussy he stares for what feels like forever, practically slavering at the sight of your pretty pink lips. "Oops," you say, flashing an innocent smile. You slide your panties back into place, and watch delightedly as Francis tries to play off his blatant staring. "Thank you $name- I mean, have a nice night" he stammers, quickly leaving your hut. "See you soon," you call after him. You wonder if he'll even be able to make it home without stopping to masturbate after that. You go to bed and dream of dominating Francis. Feeling the rush of power over him that your sexuality gives you. [[Get up.|Witch's Hut]] <<run $quests.push("HauntedHospital3")>> <<set $hospital to 1>>

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"Just came out to check on you," You tell the old man. "And I thank ya for it too. How's the healing business?" He asks in an unsophisticated accent. "It's been better. There aren't very many people in need of my services these days." You answer. "That's always the sign of good times." The old man says, nodding to himself. Topics: <<if $quests.includes("FishermanTrade") && $alcohol >= 1>>[[Make trade for the net.|NetTrade]]<</if>> [[Ask about fishing|GregorFishTalk]] <<if hasVisited("GregorFishTalk")>>[[Ask Gregor about fungus|GregorFungus]]<</if>> [[End Conversation|FishermanHut]]

"I've been out here a couple of times, and I've never seen you get so much as a bite on the line. What are you fishing for?" "Fishing? I'm too old to pull in anything I might catch in this pond. No, I come out here to feed the creatures down there, not catch them." Gregor tells you this as if it is completely normal. To prove his point, Gregor reels in his line, lifting the end from the water. Instead of ending in a hook, the line simply ends. The old man reaches into a bucket near his leg and pulls out some strange looking fungus of some sort. You watch in disbelief as he ties the line around it and casts it back into the water, letting it disappear beneath the green surface of the water. "Why do you bother putting it on a line?" you ask, wondering if anything the old man has said to you up till this point is sane. "I need to be able to tell if it's eating. Wouldn't want it hungry. Then it might come out looking for something to eat on land." Although his words are insane, there is a fear in his voice that makes you shudder. What strange creature could be down there taking morsels of fungus as offerings to keep it from coming to the surface in search of a meal. You don't want to find out firsthand, so you don't question the old man further about his methods. [[Keep Talking|GregorConversationStart]]

You want to investigate the fungus a little more. "Mind if I take a bit of that fungus?" You ask, fully expecting Gregor to deny you. "No, and quit asking!" [[Keep Talking|GregorConversationStart]]

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You decide that you do want to spice things up a little bit and move to spike Jenny's water. You don't know what you're hoping for as you empty the last drops of the aphrodisiac into the water, but you know it will be fun to watch. You barely slip out of the stables and back to safety when Jenny comes back, holding a pair of gloves. She puts them on her slender hands, thankful for the layer of protection. You watch anxiously as Jenny fills a cup with water and drinks it quickly. The thirsty woman drinks the entire cup and then gets more. //Perfect.// Before the potion has time to kick in, Jenny takes the pail and heads towards Avalos' stall. "Ready, big guy?" she says cheerfully, trying to distract herself from the distasteful task at hand. Avalos neighs in response, and you see his cock begin to slide from its sheath. Somehow the horse knows what's coming. Jenny manages to kneel beside the muscular black stallion before the first signs of the potion kick in. It begins with a flush in her cheeks, announcing her growing arousal. Jenny ignores it as best she can, taking the dangling horse meat in front of her and stroking it in her hands. You know that as she works, the potent combo of lekkaroot and hornet venom is inflaming a much stronger desire in the woman. She hardly seems to notice it at first, simply getting into the motions of her work, but when she starts panting, Jenny has a moment of clarity. "Oh gods, why am I getting so turned on?" she mutters to herself. She looks at the powerful beast in front of her, cock drooling as she jerks it off and bites her lip, suddenly incredibly aware of how lewd her work is. She shakes her head suddenly as if to reassure herself that it's not the horse getting her so worked up. Jenny tries to keep working for a while, but the potion is too distracting. Her nipples poke out through her plain shirt, and you see her eyes become distant and unfocussed. "What's taking so long?" Jenny whines in frustration. In a moment of desperation, she yanks off her gloves, letting her bare hands work the monstrous cock all over. You've never seen her get into this so much, and enjoy watching her perky tits bounce as she strokes the horsecock. Avalos seems to enjoy the renewed skin contact as well, whinnying in approval. It doesn't take long for his cock to spurt thick white seed into the pail. Jenny seems caught off guard by the sudden explosion of cum, and barely angles the cock towards the pail in time. Just like before, the air is filled with the potent scent of the stallion, only this time Jenny can't seem to ignore it. Her body is incredibly worked up from the potion, and like all other stimuli, the thick odor of horse semen is converted into an arousing one. Fortunately, Jenny manages to maintain her composure for long enough to grab the pail and hurry out of the stall. Once she's a safe distance from Avalos, however, the petite woman gives in, thrusting a hand into her trousers and finding her juicy slit. You watch with intense arousal as Jenny fingers herself on the stable floor using the same hand that was just jacking off Avalos. It doesn't take long until Jenny is about to come. She is so lost in the pleasure that she doesn't realize she is on all fours, face only inches away from the bucket of warm horse cum. Every pleasured gasp fills her nostrils with the potent scent but she doesn't even realize what it is until after her entire body spasms in ecstasy. Jenny cries out as she comes hard, bucking her hips against her hand. A distant part of her is ashamed that she's masturbating on the stable floor, but at the moment she doesn't care. She takes a deep shuddering gasp as she squirts into her panties, giving you a far better show than you hoped for. You watch with your own arousal as a growing wet spot forms on her trousers. When she finally relaxes enough to open her eyes, Jenny is greeted by the pail of Avalos' seed. She suddenly understands what the musky smell was and grimaces. Her face is a deep red when she sets the pail up on the table and adjusts her outfit. After getting herself together, Jenny shamefully heads to the house to freshen up, leaving you shocked and aroused. You look back at Avalos who is happily eating his oats. Below him lies a pair of gloves, discarded and coated with horse cum. You shudder and head home, thinking strange and arousing thoughts. [[Continue]] <<first>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Jenny becomes more attracted to horses!");<</script>> <<set $jenny.horselove += 1>> <</first>>\

Your pussy is already tingling with excitement when you sneak over to the bucket of drinking water. Part of you still feels deeply wrong about how excited you're getting, but your arousal silences tha shame. After all, you're not even actually doing anything except watching. //Nothing wrong with some innocent curiosity.// you think, although you know your interest is anything but innocent. You quickly empty the potion into the water and hurry back to a good vantage point where you know Jenny won't see you. Quietly breathing some charms for secrecy. You watch anxiously as Jenny fills a cup with water and drinks it quickly. The thirsty woman drinks the entire cup and then gets more. //Perfect.// Before the potion has time to kick in, Jenny takes the pail and heads towards Avalos' stall. You notice that her nipples are already hard under her plain shirt, signalling the perverse excitement she's already feeling. You get comfortable and prepare for the show, finding your wet pussy with your fingers. Jenny and Avalos watch each other as she enters his stall. Both of them seem full of anticipation. Each knows why the other is here. Your eyes are drawn downwards by the dark shape of Avalos' flared cock slowly surging to life. It slips from his sheathe and grows to a staggering 20 inches bobbing slightly as it hangs beneath his powerful body. Your mouth begins to water as the musky odor of Avalos' horsecock envelops the room. Jenny notices it as well, and thoughts of her previous experiences swirl in her mind along with the first effects of the potion. Still, Jenny maintains surprising composure, placing the bucket in its usual spot and kneeling beneath the powerful animal. You can only imagine how nice it must smell just inches from the source of the powerful musk. Also under the beast's musky spell, Jenny hesitates and takes a series of deep breathes through her nose, letting her mind focus on the scent. //How can such a base, terrestrial odor smell so heavenly?// The petite farmer's wife blinks suddenly, dazzled by the sight and smell before her. She realizes just how lucky she is that it is //her// job to milk this powerful beast just as you feel a pang of jealousy towards her. She takes off her gloves without thinking and pushes the bucket out of the way, kneeling directly before the flared and leaky tip of Avalos' cock. It deserves to be worshipped properly. You see Jenny shiver as she raises her hands to the hot shaft in front of her. She wraps her fingers around it, unable to even fully encircle the cock with one hand at its base. In response to her feminine touch, Avalos whinnies and a spurt of precum dribbles out directly onto Jenny's cleavage. Jenny answers back with a moan. As Jenny begins to stroke the cock you touch yourself in time, losing yourself to the obscene show before you. Every time her hands make their circuit from ring to flared tip, Jenny's eyes glaze over further with arousal and he leans closer and closer to the slit in front of her, glistening and dribbling with salty precum. She doesn't seem to notice until her full lips, pressed together in an attractive pout, come close enough to sense the heat from the beast. She freezes and eyes the horsemeat in front of her, and a look of abjection comes over her face, warring with the deep and mindless lust. For a moment you think she'll pull away in disgust but every breath bolsters the side of the lust in the battle for the woman's little remaining self control. Finally she shivers and lets out a high pitched whine before rocking forward and pressing her lips to the tip of the horse's rock hard cock. Her tongue darts from her lips, lewd and eager to collect the precum from her equine partner. One taste is all it takes to erase the rest of her dignity and composure, and soon she's making out with Avalos' tip as if she's exploring the lips of some new love. The entire time her body shakes and you notice a wet spot begin to spread in crotch of her tight working-woman's pants. //Gods this is making her cum!// you realize. The sight only makes you touch yourself more desperately but you manage to keep yourself dancing on the edge of your own orgasm. If you were any closer you're not sure you would be able to resist. As Avalos' desire grows more inflamed by his human mistress' messy ministrations, he begins to thrust gently as if understanding that Jenny might be moore fragile than a typical mare. His eagerness does signal to Jenny that her stallion wants more than her sloppy tonguing of his tip. She obediently opens those cum slick lips of hers to Avalos' thrusts, trying to stretch her mouth wide enough to take his flared tip. But try as she might, Jenny can't seem to fit the stallions girthy shaft into her mouth. Instead, Avalos prods her extended tongue needily, each thrust accompanied by an increased dribble of horse precum. The sight of Jenny drinking it in eagerly makes your fingers work your pussy in a lustful frenzy. You toy with your stiffened clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. The entire time your eyes remain locked on the depraved sight before you. Jenny When the first surge of cum bursts from Avalos' cock Jenny squeals with delight, opening her mouth to catch as much of the salty spray as possible. Avalos definitely produces more than a mouth ful though so even before the first spurt is finished, Jenny's welcoming lips overflow and horsecum spills down her chin. The next spurts drench her almost entirely but she revels in them, basking in the hot sticky cum and making sure it gets absolutely everywhere. When she finally collapses into the puddle of semen she immediately starts rubbing desperately at her slit, smearing Avalos' seed all over her arousal-slick lips. The two of you, intoxicated with bestial desire, bring yourselves to orgasm at nearly the same time. Your pussy squirts and clenches as waves of pleasure race through you. Your legs feel weak from the pleasure but you collapse against the rough wood of the stable for support, trying not to lose your view of the arousing scene in front of you. Fortunately Jenny is too deep in her own throes of pleasure to notice you at the window, but your sudden collapse does leave you almost leaning into the stable. Although you could smell the scent of Avalos' musk faintly before, leaning into the window gives you a full breath of the beast's scent accompanied by the less powerful smell of Jenny's own feminine lust. The cocktail of smells fills your head right as your orgasm reaches its peak, burning themselves into your mind and merging with the pleasure of coming. Is this how Jenny has been feeling every time her tight body reaches a climax beneath Avalos' throbbing cock? Is she being conditioned the same way you fear you are? The worry only flickers over your lust addled mind before being pushed away by the final waves of your orgasm, forgotten in wave after wave of pleasure. You recover long before Jenny does, feeling a little ashamed of yourself now that your lust is a little satiated. Jenny however seems like she's going to be down there for a while. //Maybe the potion was a little too much// you think as you watch her bring herself to her third orgasm. Jenny has found a way to work her pants down to her thighs and free her hot sticky pussy from its soaked panties. Her fingers work her clit using Avalos' cum as lube. The horse itself hardly seems to care about the insatiable woman beneath it, and finally wanders over to the water trough to take a drink, leaving Jenny to bring herself to one last orgasm. When the farmer woman finally gets up she looks at herself and grimaces. "What the fuck is wrong with me," she says to herself. If you felt a little guilty, Jenny must feel absolutely ashamed of herself. When she sees the empty bucket and realizes that she took its place, Jenny looks like she is going to break down and cry. Finally she grabs the bucket and hurries away from Avalos' stall. "I can't trust myself in here, the Gods will have to forgive me." she says in a barely audible voice. Before she leaves she takes a gulp from her water, washing it around in her mouth before spitting it onto the ground in an attempt to wash the taste of her transgression from her tongue. You hurry home so Jenny doesn't see you as she makes her way to clean up, memories of Avalos replaying in your mind again and again. [[Continue]] <<first>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Jenny becomes more attracted to horses!");<</script>> <<set $jenny.horselove += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("Jenny becomes more corrupted!");<</script>> <<set $jenny.corruption += 3>> <</first>>\ <<if !$perks.includes("Beast-Curious")>>\ <<run $perks.pushUnique("Beast-Curious")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Perk Acquired: Beast-Curious");<</script>>\ <</if>>\

"Could you introduce me to Avalos?" you ask as sweetly as possible. Jenny seems caught off guard by the question. "Oh, um, it's probably best not to bring any strangers around him right now. He's still not super friendly." she says, blushing a little. Her eyes don't meet yours as she speaks. Instead they wander over to gaze at the massive stallion at the end of the stable. Jenny frowns. "Please? I really think he'd like me. I've always been good around horses," you press the attack, hoping Jenny won't be able to resist. "He hasn't even been very calm around me lately. I've had to stop going into his stall. Jacob manages any of the grooming." "Oh come on, it won't be long. I just want to see how big he is up close." "It's not a good idea..." Jenny murmurs, she seems to think for a second, and then shakes her head trying to clear the images which come unbidden. "Okay. We'll be quick," she says with resolve. "Thank you!" you say, before following her to the stall. Avalos watches you with eyes far too intelligent for a horse as you both approach his stall. His tail flicks impatiently, anticipating Jenny's touch. You almost feel like the two of you are Avalos' prey, walking into a trap. Surely that's not the case. You only suggested this to see Jenny squirm. You're the one in control here. "Here he is. Pretty magnificent, isn't he?" Jenny asks as the two of you enter the stall. The faint but familiar scent of Avalos grows stronger when the two of you enter, and you feel your cheeks flush a little. Jenny shifts uncomfortably as the potent musk brings back shameful memories for her. "His coat is beautiful," you say, awestruck by the hypnotic ripples of light on the sheen of the horse's dark hair. "You're going to breed him?" "What?" Jenny asks, startled by the question before catching herself, "Oh, ah yes. Jacob wants to but we haven't gotten the seed to take yet with any of our mares." As if he could understand the subject of conversation, Avalos whinnies eagerly. You catch movement beneath the horse and watch as the now familiar sight of his massive cock slips from its sheathe. The musky scent that accompanies the beast's arousal washes over both of you making Jenny flush an even deeper red. Her nipples tighten and she presses her legs together, almost forgetting that you're right beside her. You notice her eyelids droop slightly as she takes a deep breath. When she finally notices Avalos' cock at full length dangling and ready for breeding she lets out a slight gasp. Although you're surprised at how much the sights and smells of horsecock are affecting the usually modest woman, you're even more surprised that its affecting you too. Up close the mouthwatering Cendweck musk is much more intoxicating. You hadn't realized just how powerful it really was. //Gods I'm dripping wet! Is this really just from the smell?// Slowly you step forward and extend a hand to touch Avalos' side. He watches you all the way but allows you to approach. In fact he seems to look at you with approval, as if he knows the effect he's having on these two human women and wants more. When your hand brushes against his muscular body you shiver. What would it feel like to be bent beneath this powerful beast? To feel his cock splitting you open and dumping hot seed into your womb? Your body wants nothing more than to try. "O-okay! lets head back outside!" Jenny says, taking your hand and almost pulling you away from Avalos. The two of you stumble outside, both deeply dazed with arousal. The first breaths of fresh air clear your head, but the needy ache between your thighs stubbornly remains. You hope Jenny can't smell your arousal. "Thanks Jenny, I've been curious about Avalos for a while," you say, trying to hide your near loss of composure in the stables. "No problem, $name. You've always been a blessing to us so anytime you need anything please be sure to ask us." Jenny says quickly. "I'm going to head home," you tell her, eager to get away. "Perfect, I've got lots of chores around the farm to do too. Good to see you $name!" Jenny says. It almost seems like she's trying to get rid of you too. ---- As soon as you're on the path through the woods you dash into the trees and hike up your skirt. Your soaked panties are around your ankles in an instant and your fingers find your clit. "Fuck!" you gasp as you drive three fingers inside yourself. Your mind flashes back to the sight of Avalos' flared cock, throbbing. You were so close to it. You could have knelt down right there and tasted it. Once again, depraved fantasies of being taken by that massive horsecock play through your mind, sending thrills through your body. You want it to fill you up with spurt after spurt of its inhuman cum. Finally you cum. You pussy clenches tight around your fingers milking them like it would milk that glorious horse meat if it could. You collapse onto the forest floor, arousal draining into shame. ---- After your quick departure, Jenny also hurries away, pushing back into the stables. With her commitment to herself not to enter Avalos' enclosure shattered, the curvy stablekeeper can no longer find any strength to resist temptation. She even discards her clothes piece by piece as she approaches the object of her most shameful desires, freeing her jiggling breasts and exposing the hot slickness building between her legs. If she could see herself now she would be disgusted by her disgraceful display, naked in the stable, bare feet padding over hay and mud. She would have to look away if she saw herself kneel before Avalos' still turgid cock, panting with arousal but savoring every shaky breath of the beast's musk. She would cringe at the image of herself planting kisses along its length, working her way up to the sheath and then the heavy balls and cry out in shame when her other self presses her face into the the heavenly base of the horsecock, inhaling long and slow and drooling over the pure joy of submitting to her most debased desires. When she finally breaks away from Avalos, Jenny looks a bit dazed. Her hair is unkempt, the strands not plastered down by a mixture of drool and horse precum going every which way. There's no sign of her usual neat appearance. She reels for a moment but then sets to work jacking off the monstrous cock before her. Her breasts bounce with every stroke of both hands up and down the shaft. Her motions are practiced and careful initially. If she weren't naked it might seem as if she were just carrying out her usual responsibilities. Soon, however, the flush on her cheeks grows deeper and drops of arousal leak from her needy pussy. If both hands weren't so busy she would surely be playing with herself as she works. Every few strokes she leans forward and kisses the flared tip of Avalos' cock, much to the horse's delight. When she does, Jenny can't help but let her tongue taste the dribbling precum, leaving a catenary strand of drool to link her plump lips to her equine lover when she pulls away. The sounds of Jenny's lewd moaning and Avalos' impatient whinnies announce the approaching climax to the other horses in the stable. When Avalos cums Jenny can't help herself. "Oh fuck! Yesssss!" she cries with delight as Avalos douses her in salty horsecum. For a single moment Jenny thinks to grab the bucket before remembering that she didn't bring the bucket. All pretense and practicality are missing from her actions. The only reason she's doing this is because her depraved little mind wants it. No, needs it. The thought is too much and she thrusts a cum slick hand between her thighs to finally satisfy her own intense lust. "Fuck! Fuck! Ahhmmmhh!!" she screams as she cums. Lighting pleasure burns through her mind and the once proud woman is reduced to a trembling cum-soaked mess beneath the dripping cock of a horse. Avalos, satisfied, goes to drink some water from his trough, leaving Jenny to contend with her guilt, shame, and stubborn desires. [[Continue]] <<first>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Jenny becomes more attracted to horses!");<</script>> <<set $jenny.horselove += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("Jenny becomes more corrupted!");<</script>> <<set $jenny.corruption += 3>> <</first>>\

<<first>>\ You sneak around the house and mumble a few magic words, masking your footsteps and making it difficult for anyone to notice you if they don't know you're there. They are simple spells, but probably the most useful of the bunch that Gerta taught you. The spells allow you to creep up beside the stables and peek inside without anyone noticing you. Inside, Jenny is hard at work tending to the horses. She brings around a bucket of oats, pouring a little bit into wooden troughs for each of the horses. Jenny smiles as she works, talking to the horses in a cheerful voice. Even Avalos, the massive black stallion in the last stall seems relaxed as she gives him his food. He comes up to the trough and begins eating the oats with enthusiasm. Jenny scratches the stallion's dark ears, smiling at the massive beast. When she turns away from Avalos, Jenny looks directly at you. You feel yourself tense up, but her eyes glide right over you, never registering your presence at all. You breathe out a sigh of relief. The sound of the stable doors opening causes Jenny to jump, looking quickly to whoever entered. Jacob approaches her with a concerned look. "What's wrong, honey?" Jenny says to her husband. "Is Avalos ready for breeding?" Jacob asks. You can hear from his tone that he doesn't expect a ‘yes'. Jenny only looks down and shakes her head. "I don't think he is." she sighs. "I hate to ask this of you, but we really need that horse's seed." Jacob says. "I would do it myself if that horse would let me anywhere near. I'll even do the second part. All I need is some in a bucket." Jenny grimaces. "Fine, I'll do it." Jenny says in a defeated tone. Jacob smiles at her and kisses his wife. "Thank you, honey. I know it's gross, but it's just work." Jenny nods, kissing her husband back. You see him put a hand over Jenny's ass, cupping it slightly. "Hey!" Jenny says, pulling back and looking at her husband coyly. "Do you really think I'm in the mood for that right now?" Jacob chuckles and steps back. "Just checking." "Well, maybe check again later tonight," Jenny says with a playful gleam in her eyes. Jacob smiles and nods before heading out, leaving Jenny alone to complete her task. <<finally>>\ Once again, you decide to spy on Jenny. You creep up to the barn, saying your spells for stealth. When you peek in through the window of a stall, you see Jenny preparing to harvest some of Avalos' seed for artificial fertilization. <</first>>\ Jenny fetches the now empty bucket of oats and rinses it out with some water. It's a bit large but she figures it will have to do. Sighing and steeling herself for the task at hand, Jenny approaches Avalos' stall. She moves with trepidation, and the stallion seems to sense it, only allowing her to approach under his watchful gaze. When Jenny steps inside the stall, Avalos watches her with curiosity. You feel your stomach squirm as you think about what you're about to watch. Do you really want to see this? [[Keep watching.|JennyJerkOffAvalos]] [[Leave her to her work.|StopSpying]]

Jenny sets the pail down below the horse and kneels down. "Okay, big boy. Let's just get this over with." Jenny says softly. She shudders as she moves her hands to the massive beast's belly, sliding them towards the back of the horse. Jenny gasps in surprise when she finds the horse's cock already growing erect. She looks away and moves her hand to the thick shaft, stroking it gently. Soon the stallion's enormous rod is hanging down, throbbing and leaking from it's flared tip. The sight is obscene but makes you flush slightly. Wrapped around that massive cock, Jenny's hands look tiny. When Jenny finally musters the willpower to look back at what her hands are doing she goes pale. Avalos' huge dripping member is almost right in front of her face, filling the air with it's musky scent. Jenny looks disgusted, but she powers on, stroking away at the monstrous erection with vigor. She has to move her whole torso to stroke the stallion's entire length, and she does so with as much efficiency as possible, even spreading some of the horse's precum on the shaft for lubrication, even though it disgusts her to do so. "It's just a job," you hear her whisper to herself, trying to get over her disgust. After a few minutes of stroking, Avalos' rod gives a powerful throb, spurting a jet of spunk directly into the pail. It hits the metal with a tinny slosh, filling the air with it's thick odor. Even from your distance you can smell the beast's virulent seed, and something about it awakens your basest instincts. You feel your body preparing for something which you know can never happen. You don't even want to think about it, blushing with shame. Jenny seems to be having the same reaction, judging from her flushed cheeks and the way she quickly grabs the bucket and hurries out of the stall. Her face is still twisted in disgust despite the strange effects the smell is having on her. She sets the bucket on a table and walks back towards the house. Now that the show is over, you head home. You know you'll be back, though. You're sure Jacob will need another batch soon. [[Continue]]

You decide not to tamper with her water and instead wait patiently for Jenny to return. She does so a few minutes later, carrying a pair of work gloves. <<first>>//What a good idea.//<</first>> You watch her put them on and then take the pail in one hand, preparing herself for the unpleasant task ahead. Jenny steps into Avalos' stall slowly, but the massive horse isn't at all perturbed by her presence. In fact, Avalos seems to know why she is there, and you see his meaty cock already sliding free of it's sheathe, ready to be milked. Jenny takes a deep breath and then kneels beside the enormous stallion. You have to give her credit for how mechanically she goes about the process, taking the beasts cock in both of her gloved hands and slowly working the shaft. You aren't convinced you would be able to get the obscenity of the task out of your head. Unfortunately Avalos begins to snort and steps impatiently in place. You realize at the same time as Jenny that the gloves must be too dry for the stallion, making him uncomfortable. Jenny blushes and looks around before spitting into her palm. When she moves her gloved hands back to the dangling cock in front of her, her spit makes a shimmering trail. Something about seeing her spread her spit around on the horse's cock is undeniably dirty. You feel yourself blushing as well, and watching with greater attention. "Come on big guy, let it out." Jenny whispers to the stallion, almost bouncing up and down as she enthusiastically jacks off the horse. Avalos neighs in response and you notice that Jenny smiles with satisfaction. You can't tell it's because she takes pride in her work, or if it's something more. Finally, the stallion unloads his seed, shooting powerful jets of cum into the metal bucket. Jenny doesn't let up on her stroking, and you watch her breasts jiggle with every stroke, strangely fascinated by the scene before you. The potent smell of Avalos' seed fills the air and you suddenly feel even hotter than before. Even after Avalos stops cumming, Jenny gently strokes his member. "Gotta get it all out," she says. You're not sure if she's just thinking out loud or trying to convince herself of something. <<if hasVisited("JennyMesmerTemptation")>>Jenny stares at the thick spunk in the pail, inhaling the overwhelming smell of it. The musky scent tempts her and you see her cheeks flush. "Okay, maybe just a little won't hurt," she mutters. You watch her dip her fingers into the warm liquid, coating them and then bringing them to her lips. She closes her eyes and takes a deep, satisfied breath before licking her fingers clean. She lets out a contented sigh and when she opens her eyes you see they are glazed with arousal. Still, Jenny manages to get herself under control, standing up and carrying the bucket to the table.<<else>>A moment later she seems to realize what's happening and wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Ugh. Jacob owes me big time for this." She says, getting up and carrying the bucket of horse spunk to the table.<</if>> She strips off her gloves and tosses them next to the bucket with a quick motion and then heads to the house to freshen up a little. You're still a bit stunned from watching everything that just happened, and confused by the strange heat you feel. You head home, trying to push the memories of what you saw out of your head, but you fail. [[Continue]]

You decide that you do want to spice things up a little bit and move to spike Jenny's water. You dump the contents of a small glass vial into the well water, watching it swirl around as it is diluted. You barely slip out of the stables and back to safety when Jenny comes back with her gloves. She is already sweating a little from the day's heat, so she stops and fills a cup from the bucket of well water. You watch her excitedly as she drinks the entire cup, tasting the faint sweetness of the mesmer pollen. She almost seems surprised by how good the water tastes, and drinks more just to make sure. She has more than enough for the potion to take effect. By the time Jenny takes the pail to Avalos' pen, her eyes have taken on a distant look, glazed over with the inhibition-lowering effects of the mesmer pollen. If you gave her a command now, you're sure she would obey, but you want to watch and see what she does on her own. Avalos watches Jenny as she dreamily walks into his stall, staring at her with his powerful gaze. The petite woman giggles and runs a hand down his velvety flank, feeling the powerful muscles beneath. It's not the first time she's been amazed by the horse's sheer size, but under the effects of the potion it is somehow different. She shivers, and an unbidden memory of herself masturbating in the stable comes to mind. Still, she manages to push it out of her hazy thoughts and kneel beside the massive stallion. You see Jenny steel herself for her unpleasant task, taking a deep breath and adjusting her gloves, but as soon as Avalos' cock slides from it's sheath, she seems to forget why she was so disgusted by the task in the first place. She sets to work, stroking the bestial cock slowly at first, simply testing the feeling of it in her soft hands. "These gloves can't be comfortable for you," Jenny mutters after a little while, pausing just long enough to pull the work gloves off of her delicate fingers. When the bare skin of her hands comes into contact with Avalos' hot flesh, she shivers again. You watch as she explores the strange cock with her hands, one sliding down to cup the horse's hefty balls while the other moves to the flared tip, rubbing it gently. She seems to notice the shape of it for the first time, flushing when she inevitably imagines it in use. Avalos whinnies and you see some thick precum dribble into Jenny's palm. Suddenly you are both aware of the smell, the powerful, bestial scent of Avalos' seed. It's a scent that brings back memories of pleasure for Jenny, on all fours with the smell of cum in the air and her fingers buried in her cunt. The petite woman gasps at the sudden arousal which she now realizes has been building inside her this entire time. She takes in another deep breath and then reels from the potent smell of Avalos' cock. Her thoughts are far too slow to stop her from bringing her hand to her lips and licking the salty precum from her fingers. "What am I doing?" you hear Jenny whisper. She shakes her head, clearing it momentarily. If the potion wasn't currently influencing her thoughts, Jenny might be smart enough to stop and leave the stables for some fresh air. At the very least she would rinse out her mouth, but instead the potion clouds her thoughts, and she simply waits a moment before continuing her task. The taste of Avalos still on her tongue as she works, a shameful but arousing reminder of what she just did. "I just have to finish this and then I can get out of here...It's just a job," she reminds herself, as if to reassure herself that she isn't enjoying every second of it. You find yourself getting aroused at the sight of her enthusiasm. The timid, motherly woman you knew is now bouncing up and down, stroking a horse's mottled shaft. You can't take your eyes off of Jenny. Her distant, aroused stare the way her breasts bounce with every stroke transforms the scene from emotionless labor to an obscene display. You feel your pussy dripping shamefully at the sight. As Jenny's stroking becomes more frenzied, she moves directly under Avalos, giving herself a better angle for her motions but also positioning the massive cock so that she has a clear view of it's drooling tip. She hardly notices when she knocks over the pail, too caught up in the moment to care. She's practically panting now as she works the monster cock to it's inevitable limit. "Come on, so close!" Jenny groans, putting all her energy into jacking Avalos off. Her efforts pay off, and you see the stallion's rod bulge in her tiny hands before erupting thick white cum from it's tip. Even if she weren't drugged, Jenny would have had no time to react, and the first long spurt goes directly onto her waiting face, drenching her in cum. Jenny cries out in surprise and shameful delight as Avalos paints her with his potent seed. An impossible amount of hot horsecum dribbles down her chin and drenches her torso. Jenny spits a mouthful of cum out, only for more to drip into her mouth. This time she lets herself enjoy the salty taste. You watch Jenny shivering with delight as she is coated and can't resist any longer. You shove a hand into your panties and begin to masturbate to the depraved scene in front of you. You know that it's unnatural, but somehow that only turns you on more. Jenny seems to feel the same, smearing the cum over her body. Her hands fondle her breasts through the slimy fabric of her top before dipping lower to work her pussy. Although neither you nor Jenny are consciously aware of it, the thick scent of Avalos' seed fills the air, causing your bodies to react. Soon Jenny is pumping her hand in and out of her soaking cunt, no longer caring if she gets horse spunk in her most private place. "This is so wrong," she moans, at least part of her realizing the nature of her actions. That part of her is powerless compared to her burning lust, however, and she quickly works herself up to a shuddering climax. Above her, Avalos' cock slowly softens, dripping the last drops of cum onto Jenny as she brings herself to a shameful orgasm. Her pussy squirts and dribbles, leaking into slimy fabric of her panties. The horse is completely indifferent to the woman squealing in ecstasy beneath his massive form, already fully satisfied. You, on the other hand, have yet to get off. The sight of Jenny climaxing is more than enough to send you into your own orgasm. You only barely manage to bite your lip in time, muffling your own lustful moans as you succumb to the pleasure. When Jenny recovers, her cheeks burn with shame. Her first response is to scrape the cum from her face, letting it drip into the pail. She actually manages to get a decent amount off of herself, but her clothes still smell strongly of horse cum, reminding her of her unnatural actions. Jenny dumps her remaining drinking water over her head, rinsing as much of the evidence off as possible and then heads to the well for more water, looking around nervously to make sure that no one sees her still partially covered in cum. You feel a little uncomfortable by what you witnessed, but it has awakened a strange desire deep within you. You try not to think about the fact that you'll probably be back to spy on Jenny again in the future. [[Continue]] <<first>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Jenny becomes more attracted to horses!");<</script>> <<set $jenny.horselove += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("Jenny becomes more corrupted!");<</script>> <<set $jenny.corruption += 3>> <</first>>\

You head back behind the house, quickly saying your magic words to grant yourself magical stealth. You're eager to see what Jenny is up to in the stables. It is a particularly hot day, and you don't envy her working in the cramped wooden building. Fortunately, most of the horses have been let out to graze. When you peek in the window, you only see Jenny alone with Avalos. Jenny is by the entrance to the stable, preparing a pail for Avalos' "milking". The attractive woman is already sweating in the heat of the day, but fortunately has a bucket of well water and a clay cup she can drink from. You watch as Jenny looks at Avalos with trepidation and then seems to think of something. She turns and hurries to the house, leaving Avalos alone in the stable. You see Jenny's drinking water sitting on the table and realize that you could add something extra to it if you wanted to… [[Add a potion to Jenny's drinking water.|JennySpikedStables]] [[Leave it alone.|JennyJerkOffAvalos2]]

<<if $ingredients.includesAll("lekkaroot", "hornetvenom")>>\ <<if hasVisited("JennyMesmerTemptation")>> <<potion clear>> <<goto "JennyAphrodisiacPotion2">> <<else>> <<potion clear>> <<goto "JennyAphrodisiacPotion1">> <</if>> <<elseif $ingredients.includesAll("mesmerpollen", "chamomile")>> <<if hasVisited("JennyAphrodisiacPotion1")>> <<potion clear>> <<goto "JennyMesmerTemptation">> <<else>> <<potion clear>> <<goto "JennyMesmerTooSoon">> <</if>> <<else>> <<potion clear>> <<goto "JennyNoEffect1">> <</if>>

You decide you don't want to see what's about to happen and sneak away, leaving Jenny alone to her work. <<first>>\ //Hint: You can turn all bestiality content off in the settings menu.// <</first>>\ [[Head home.|Witch's Hut]]

"How's training Avalos coming?" you ask Jenny. "Not too well. Once the duke realized we didn't have a whole lot of use for his coin, he offered to let us try to use the cendweck as a breeding stud in addition to our training. Jacob had hoped to have him breed some of our mares by now, but he's still too wild. It's getting to the point where we'll have to do artificial insemination if we want to get any value out of him." Jenny gives a shudder of disgust. "I just hope I can get him under control before we have to do that, because Avalos won't let anybody but me get close to him." You think about what she means for a second and grimace. "Why not just let him loose with one of the mares?" you ask. Jenny shakes her head. "He's too aggressive. We're worried he might hurt one of them. If we had one that was more expendable, then maybe, although it probably wouldn't be worth breeding then anyway. We honestly aren't even sure if a cendweck can produce viable foals with regular horses," Jenny says. She seems genuinely concerned for the other horses. <<jennytopics>>

<<first>>\ "Is Jennifer home?" you ask Jacob. He looks a little surprised that you're looking for his wife rather than one of his sons, but answers after a moment. "Jenny? She was out in the stables, trying to deal with that stubborn stallion." Jacob tells you. You thank him and head around the house to the stables. Inside you find Jenny cautiously approaching a massive black horse. The stallion eyes the woman with apprehension. Despite having had two sons, Jenny still looks young for her age, and her body is curvy but fit. Even now, however, her eyes have a motherly warmth to them. She isn't a tall woman, so her eye-catching breasts seem even larger than they really are on her frame. Not that her modest outfit exaggerates any of her features. She's dressed for stable work, in boots and rough cotton clothes. Her top is a little loose on her, but her pants are tight so as not to get in the way if she needs to ride one of the horses. Jenny sees you enter and slowly walks away from the beast. "That thing is huge!" you say, keeping your voice low. Jenny grins. "He's a fine horse! A cendweck actually, named Avalos. Some duke with a country home across the river brought him here from the frontier. We're meant to train him and learn as much as possible about him." Jenny says excitedly. You know enough folk tales to have heard of cendweck, usually as the steed of some heroic prince. They're exceptionally rare, but are said to be just as exceptionally intelligent and robust. You wonder if this cendweck has any of that fabled intelligence. The tales of their size are certainly true--the beast is easily seven feet tall. "If only we could get him under control." Jenny continues, a hint of exhaustion slipping through her excited demeanor. "I've just been trying to get him used to human presence, but It's not working too well." Jenny says. Judging by the way the stallion is staring at you, it isn't too comfortable with your presence. Jenny walks with you outside the stable. "What brings you to the ranch today, $name?" Jenny asks. <<finally>>\ You find Jenny in the stables, tending to the horses. She completes her job expertly, and the horses seem very comfortable with her presence. Even Avalos, the huge black stallion seems calmer in her presence. When she sees you enter, Jenny smiles at you with a motherly smile. "Hey, $name." <</first>>\ <<jennytopics>>

You ask Jenny about Blake and Cade. "They're good boys. They both help out around the farm. I know Blake can be a little bit of a bully to Cade sometimes, but I think they both care about each other, deep down. It's just a boy thing to fight, I guess." Jenny says. "Blake's always been bigger and older than Cade, so he sometimes gives Cade a hard time." You definitely think that's an understatement, but you keep yourself from saying so. "Surely Cade is easier to deal with," you say. Jenny raises her eyebrows, but then gives in. "Okay, just between us girls, I like being around Cade much more. Blake is just in a phase though. I'm sure he'll grow out of it," Jenny says in a hushed tone. You wish you were as optimistic. "What about Jacob, what does he think?" Jenny frowns. "Cade has always been a little too sensitive for Jacob. He gets along much better with Blake," Jenny says. She seems like she wants to change the subject. <<jennytopics>>

"Tell me about yourself. How did you meet Jacob?" you ask Jenny. "Well, to tell you the truth, I didn't know Jacob very well when we got married. Our fathers came to the agreement without either of us knowing. I was only sixteen when I got married and had Blake," Jenny tells you, smiling wistfully. That explains why she looks so young. Jenny must be in her late thirties. You look her over, noticing her slim body, fit and perky in all the right places. Her <<print $busts[$jenny.bust]>> breasts are round and still firm, but weightier than you would expect for a woman her size. Even though her sons are both tanned and brown haired like their father, Jenny's hair is strawberry blonde, and her skin is a light golden color, pale but healthy. She notices you looking at her and smiles shyly. You get a glimpse at the timid but motherly woman she really is. "Even though it wasn't my decision, this marriage has brought nothing but joy into my life. I feel so lucky all the time." Jenny's happiness is contagious. <<jennytopics>>

<<widget "jennytopics">> [[Ask Jenny about Avalos.|JennyAvalosTalk]] [[Ask Jenny about her sons.|JennySonsTalk]] [[Ask Jenny about her life.|JennyStoryTalk]] <<if $jenny.horselove >= 3 && !$flags.includes("NoBeast") && !hasVisited("JennyAvalosIntroduction")>>\ [[Ask to meet Avalos.|JennyAvalosIntroduction]] <</if>>\ [[End Conversation.|NorthcottRanch]] <</widget>>

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<<if visited() is 1>>\ "Is Jess here?" You ask Leah. "Yeah, she's in the workshop with dad doing some woodworking. Jess gestures towards a door at the end of the hall. You thank her and head through it. The workshop is full of piles of wood with multiple sawdust covered tables to hold tools and plans. Unsurprisingly, the room smells of sawdust and wood. "$name?" You hear Jess' familiar voice and see her working next to her father on some sort of furniture. "What brings you over here?" Jess asks. "I just wanted to talk to a friend," You respond, smiling as Jess rushes over to hug you. "How have you been doing living all alone?" "It hasn't been the same without Gerta, but I've been managing." "Well, we all know you'll be a great successor." Jess says reassuringly. You step back and look her over. Jess is your age but you have always been a little taller than her. Her $jess.haircolor <<print $hairlengths[$jess.hairlength]>> hair hangs down, curling slightly at the end. You notice her <<print $busts[$jess.bust]>> breasts as well. Jess was always pretty, but now that she has matured into a young woman you are struck by how beautiful she is. "You remember my dad, Harlan. I've been helping him out in the workshop because Evan is too busy painting all the time." Jess sounds a little frustrated, but turns to her father. "Dad, this is $name." Harlan nods at you and gives a friendly smile. "Hello $name." You don't really need an introduction to Jess' handsome father, as you've met him once or twice as a teenager. Harlan had always seemed much older, but now you notice that he is still fairly attractive. He isn't thickly built like some of the farmers or lumberjacks who live near town, but he is not weak either. His short sleeves reveal muscular forearms, a result of a life spent woodworking. Harlan is clearly one reason for all of the children's attractiveness. "Hello, Mr. Kendall," you say respectfully before continuing your discussion with Jess. <<else>> You head back into the workshop and find Jess and Harlan hard at work. You greet them and Jess puts down her tools to come talk to you. <</if>> "So, what do you want to talk about?" Jess asks, putting a hand on her hip. Topics: <<jesstopics>>

"Do you and Harlan have a crowbar that I can borrow?" You ask Jess. "Yeah, we have a few. What are you using it for?" Jess says, moving over to a tool bench. "I'm trying to open a locked door at the hospital." "So you'll probably want something pretty heavy duty. Does this look good?" Jess asks, holding up a large twisted rod. "Perfect." you say, taking it and thanking Jess. <<jesstopics>> <<run $flags.push("crowbar")>>

Coming in a future update. <<jesstopics>>

<<if hasVisited("HarlanJessHorny")>> You lower your voice to a whisper. "How has working with your dad been?" Jess immediately blushes and looks back over her shoulder at her father. "It's the same as ever, It's nice to get to spend time with him." "Isn't it ever a little weird with just the two of you alone together here all day?" you ask, subtly taunting her. She is silent for a second, as if remembering her taboo experiences with her father. Strangely she seems to get a little turned on, blushing deeper before answering you. "No, I don't know why it would be," she says so nonchalantly that it sounds suspicious. You've had enough teasing and change the subject. <<else>> "How's working with your dad?" you ask. "It's really been great. He knows so much about woodworking, and I think it's the perfect combination of math and creativity. I'm actually sort of glad Evan isn't interested in taking over, because it means I'll be able to." She says, smiling. She does seem pretty happy with the arrangements. <</if>> <<jesstopics>>

<<if $leah.relationship > 10>> You ask Jess about Leah. "Leah? You probably know her better than I do at this point," Jess jokes, laughing. "She's always talking about the time you two spend together exploring in the woods. I've actually been meaning to ask," Jess lowers her voice. "Are you two, like, together? It's okay if you are, but I think Leah is too afraid to admit it." You didn't expect the question, and so it takes you a second to think of how to respond. "I don't know about together," you tell Jess, "but we are more than friends. I don't know. I really enjoy being with her, but we haven't really decided on anything concrete." Jess doesn't seem very surprised but thankfully she doesn't seem upset either. "I always sort of suspected that she was into girls, and I'm glad she's found someone like you to be with." "Thanks," Jess hugs you, trying to reassure you of her support. "Anything else you want to talk about?" <<else>> You ask Jess about her sister Leah. "Leah? She's a pretty good sister, although I used to think she was the most annoying person in the world. She's really shy. Remember how she used to follow us around all the time when we were little?" Jess asks. You nod. "I think she really liked you. She always has wanted to help people out like you do. These days she just helps us out around the house, but she is a really good cook. You should stay for dinner some time." Jess doesn't seem to have much else to say about Leah. <</if>> <<jesstopics>>

<<if $quests.includes("JessHarlan2")>> "Hey $name?" Jess begins. "Yeah, Jess?" "You know that medicine you gave me for work?" She asks innocently. You know exactly what she's asking about, and exactly what it made her do. You expect her to be angry about the side effects of the "medicine" you gave her. "Yeah, what about it?" You ask timidly. "I was wondering if I could get some more of the exact same stuff. Do you have any left?" She asks, trying not to show any hint of the scandalous results of the last batch. Still she blushes slightly as she asks. //Oh you dirty girl, Jess.// You think, overjoyed. "Yeah, I think I can whip some up. I'll bring it by soon." "Thanks $name," Jess says with bottled up excitement. <<run $quests.push("JessHarlan3")>>\ <<else>>\ "How did that medicine I gave you work out?" You ask Jess. "It didn't have amazing effects, but I'd be willing to try it again sometime, especially if you tweak the formula," says Jess honestly. <</if>> <<jesstopics>> <<script>>$.notify("Quest Complete: A Potion for Jess");<</script>>

<<widget "jesstopics">> [[Talk about Leah|JessLeahTalk]] [[Talk about Evan|JessEvanTalk]] [[Talk about Harlan|JessHarlanTalk]] <<if $quests.includes("HauntedHospital3") && !hasVisited("JessCrowbarAsk")>>\ [[Ask Jess about a crowbar.|JessCrowbarAsk]] <</if>>\ \ <<if $quests.includes("JessHarlan4")>>\ [[Offer Jess a Placebo|HarlanJessPlacebo]] <<elseif $quests.includes("JessHarlan3")>>\ <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot") && $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ [[Give Jess more of the potion.|JessHarlanOral]] <<else>>\ <span class="inactive">[[Give Jess more of the potion.|JessHarlanOral]]</span> (You should make more of the same potion you gave to Jess before...) <</if>>\ <<elseif $quests.includes("JessHarlanPotion")>>\ [[Give Jess a Potion|JessHarlanPotion]] <<else>>\ [[Ask Jess about work|JessWork]] <</if>>\ <<if visited("JessHarlanPotion")>>\ [[Ask about potion results|JessPotionTalk]] <</if>>\ [[End Conversation|KendallHouse]] <</widget>>

"How's work been?" you ask Jess. "Not great," She gestures at a pile of wood. The wood is all different shapes and sizes. "Dad needs all the help he can get, and Evan never lends a hand. That's why I'm down here. It's pretty fun actually, but there's just so much to do." A yawn interrupts Jess and she seems to lose her train of thought. "Maybe I can give you something that could help." "Like what? Some sort of potion?" "Exactly. I think I might be able to whip something up that will keep you alert and awake." "That would be amazing." Jess says, yawning again. "Dad and I could both use something like that." "I'll bring it soon." <<run $quests.pushUnique("JessHarlanPotion")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Added: A Potion for Jess", "info");<</script>>\ <<jesstopics>>

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<<first>> The figure gradually solidifies but never becomes quite as real as the rest of the room. You can now tell that the ghost is a man, dressed in scholar's robes which move continuously as if blown by an otherworldly wind. The ghost takes a long deep breath. "Ahhh, it's been a long time since I've been able to do that." he says in a surprisingly mundane voice. You expected him to sound a little more spooky you guess. The ghost looks around the room, appraising his surroundings. He sees Leah, frozen with fear and then looks at you, collapsed to the floor. Your panties are still pulled to your knees, but your skirt covers them enough that you look modest but a little frazzled. \ "I apologize for appearing out of nowhere, ladies, although I surmise due to my sudden ability to think clearly that you were able to cleanse the prismatic crystal." His voice has a strange accent that you've never heard before. It strikes you as oddly old fashioned. "Would you mind returning the crystal to me? I'm sure you understand the value it holds to me." Leah looks at him with confusion, slowly realizing that the man in front of her is not an immediate threat. You both blush when you remember where the crystal is. It has to come out sometime, so you relax and push, letting the orb stretch you once more. As it begins to slide free you moan involuntarily. The crystal shoots free of your juicy cunt with surprising speed, bouncing to the floor. The man watches the gem containing his soul roll out from under your skirt, coated in your femcum. He raises his eyebrows. "Oh! Well that's certainly an interesting take on the process," the ghost says with a sly smile. You are suddenly reminded of all the times the ghost possessed and used your body. You blush as the ghost picks up the crystal and cleans it off before pocketing it. "I suppose I owe you some thanks, the last few decades have been little more than a nightmare of unsatisfied lust and loneliness for me. I can hardly remember any of it at all, but I know I haven't been the most friendly of ghosts." "That's a bit of an understatement," Leah mutters. The man frowns and pauses before speaking again. "If I've done anything to harm you I sincerely apologize. I promise to make it up to you in any way I can. My name is Kelrick, at your service." Kelrick bows smoothly to the two of you. "I'll hold you to that promise. I'm $name, and I would like to know where you found these books." you say, finally finding your voice. You try to sound dignified despite having to pull up your panties and smooth your skirt as you stand up. Kelrick turns to you, looking at you curiously. "Nice to meet you, $name. You must be the one who actually casted the spell. I can sense that you are no stranger to magic. Are you one of those witches or is your interest scholarly like mine?" You pause for a second, hesitant to reveal your secret. You suppose there's no use hiding it any longer. "A witch." you answer. Leah looks at the two of you with confusion. "Magic? Witches? What are you talking about, $name?" You explain to Leah that magic is real and that Gerta trained you to be a witch, one of the female keepers of the secrets of magic. When you finish Leah still seems hesitant to believe, but after what she's seen today she can't deny that you might be telling the truth. Kelrick also seems surprised by your story, although for different reasons. "Secrets of magic? I'm not sure I understand. I know it can be difficult to find a teacher, but magic is no secret." Kelrick says with a frown. You wonder just how old the man in front of you really is. He looks like he is in his late thirties but you know from the few times Gerta digressed into history that magic hasn't been common knowledge for the last hundred years. Inquisitions rooted out the few experts in the difficult field of study. Magic was never easy, requiring countless hours of study and the memorization of words and rituals, but Gerta also told you that over the years it seemed to be weakening for reasons unknown. You try to explain this all to Kelrick. "Gods I've been gone a long time." Kelrick says with a wistful look on his face. He mutters something under his breath and a tiny flame flickers in his palm. Kelrick stares at the miniscule results of his spell with shock. "It truly has weakened. I used to be able to conjure magnificent infernos with a word," he says forlornly. It is a little strange to be speaking to someone who actually remembers magic in its original state when it was powerful enough to be dangerous and destructive rather than a minor convenience. Of course you've heard the legends of the time but you always thought they were exaggerations. You realize that Kelrick might have actually met some of the heroes from the legends. You can't wait to learn as much as you can from the man. "I guess this building belongs to you now." Kelrick says, "I can find somewhere else to stay but I would like to keep using my study, if you don't mind." "We don't mind sharing," you say quickly in case Leah tries to get him out. "We are planning to turn the bottom floor into a hospital for anyone who needs it, but you can keep your study and one of the bedrooms." Kelrick's face lights up at your offer. "That would be perfect. I have no use for most of the building anyway in my state." Kelrick raises a hand and allows it to disappear to underscore his point. "After so much time spent messing around it will be good to get back to my studies. So many new questions to answer! Stop by anytime if you need me for anything." You nod and take Leah out of the room. Leah still seems overwhelmed by all of the revelations. "Why didn't you tell me about all that?" Leah asks you when you get to the main floor. You sigh. "I'm sorry, Leah, Gerta taught me to keep it from getting out. There are apparently still some people in power who know about magic and see it as a threat, not to mention common superstition and fear." Leah nods, and then kisses you. "I won't tell anyone," she says softly. "Thanks, Leah." You kiss her back, feeling a little freer than you've felt since before Gerta died now that someone else shares your secret. [[Continue]] <<then>> You head upstairs to Kelrick's study. The door is open and you find him pouring over tomes on his desk. The room has been dusted off and you also notice the dildos are nowhere to be seen. You consider asking him about them but feel a little embarrassed and so you reconsider. When you enter the room Kelrick looks up from his studies. "Ah, $name. How are you today?" he asks with a smile. You can't help but remember the compromising scenario he found you in last time you spoke. "Good, do you have time to talk?" "Of course. What do you want to talk about?" <<kelricktopics>> <<finally>> You head upstairs and find Kelrick in his usual place at his desk. He is taking notes as he reads through a book written in a strange language. When he notices your presence he closes the tome and looks up at you. "Hello $name. Come to talk?" You nod. <<kelricktopics>> <</first>>

You ask Kelrick about the ritual of immortality. "It really isn't as nice as I thought it would be. Being a ghost has some benefits but I've grown rather tired of the constant effort I have to put in to keep from losing myself like before. In spite of all the benefits having more time has brought to my research, I feel slower than ever. I still have to fight lustful thoughts or depressions that threaten to overwhelm me." Kelrick says. He gazes at the wall, suddenly lost in thought. A wistful expression on his face tells you that he is remembering someone from his past, certainly long dead by now. "Is there any possibility of you losing control again?" you ask him. "Most likely no, now that I know what it is like and dread returning to that animalistic state. Not to mention the fact that you can cleanse the aura again with a spell if I fade too far into my emotions to do it myself. I hope that won't be the case, but the aura can creep up on you. It happened last time when my assistant, who was also my lover, left me. She wasn't comfortable with maintaining our relationship with someone who would watch her grow old, and had no desire to become an immortal ghost like me. Unfortunately, her departure drove me into quite a state, and before long I was a slave to my desires. I no longer wanted to cleanse the crystal's aura, enjoying the benefits of being a ghost while suffering from the insatiable lust that had arisen within me." Kelrick seems a little embarrassed by the story, but seems to trust you to not let him get that bad again. "Anything else you want to talk about?" Kelrick asks you. <<kelricktopics>>

"Ready to go look for the source?" you ask Kelrick. "I've been ready for years." Kelrick answers with a smile. He pulls the gem from his desk and hands it to you. You still are caught off guard by how beautiful it is. The colors dazzle you and you turn the smooth stone in your hands before putting it in your bag. "Let's go." [[Continue|Searching]]

"Wait, I want to hear what happened with the Saurians." you say as innocently as possible. "The story isn't exactly appropriate for delicate ears." Kelrick tells you after a moment's hesitation. "Good thing my ears aren't delicate," you tell him, making the bookish young man chuckle. "Very well. My assistant, Layla, and I were walking through the forest in search of a source on a day a lot like today. We weren't as casual because you never knew what you would run into, but as long as I was near, I could dissuade most creatures from bothering us. Before I would dissipate to investigate magical currents, we would make sure Layla was well hidden. I never went so far that I couldn't sense her magical distress signals which she could set off as soon as she was in any danger. The plan worked almost every time." Kelrick trails off, remembering the events more vividly than before. You are surprised to see his cheeks color slightly. "The Saurians were intelligent enough to stay hidden until they could incapacitate her. I didn't see how it happened, but somehow she got caught by three of the creatures. When I came back they already had her clothes torn to shreds and she was struggling to break away from their scaly grips. All three were obviously aroused, driven insane by their desire to breed." You feel yourself flushing at the picture Kelrick is putting into your head. "Couldn't you have stepped in to help?" you ask. "I was afraid they would hurt her, and I knew they were mostly harmless if they weren't provoked. Plus Layla had a few tricks up her sleeve which she could use as last resorts. Spells which would get her out easily, but Layla was a naturalist. She was repulsed at the idea of killing anything, no matter how base a creature it was. If things ever got too bad she could escape, but I suspect that at first she wanted to make sure it was absolutely necessary to use any magic." You wonder what Kelrick means by 'at first', but have other questions. "How big were they?" you ask. Kelrick raises his eyebrows before he realizes you meant height. "Only a little taller than me. They were powerful but not monstrous." "And their cocks?" You ask with a devious grin. Kelrick looks surprised by your indecent question, but answers anyway. "Much bigger than humans, that's for sure. They were designed to deposit eggs so they needed to be a bit thicker." Kelrick says. You nod with clinical seriousness, trying to hide the growing arousal you feel in your core. Kelrick is starting to catch on. "Go on." you say. "Well, they had her naked in front of them, and each one was ready to breed. Layla was still struggling when the first one penetrated her. At the time, Layla and I were… involved, and so I felt a strange jealousy even though I knew it was terrible of me. That might have been what kept me from stepping in once her struggling slowed. She knew very well what the mating process of the saurians was like, and could have used her spell at any moment. I told myself that as soon as she did, I would be at her side to comfort her. That moment never came." You feel your pussy getting slick as you imagine the scene. The thought of a scholarly young lady being penetrated by a massive reptilian cock is strange but arousing. You ache to touch yourself to the images running through your head. "The other two were impatient, and there were two more perfectly good holes there. When they slid into her ass and mouth her struggling stopped entirely. I realized she had given in. Resigned herself to being a breeding bitch for those damn Saurians." You can't take it anymore. "Oh gods, stop." you tell Kelrick, pulse racing. He looks at you apologetically, clearly thinking he went too far with the story. You surprise him by throwing yourself to the ground and tearing off you soaked panties. He watches with clear arousal as you hike up your skirt and thrust your fingers into your dripping cunt. "Okay, keep going." you moan lustily, no longer caring how you appear to Kelrick. "You naughty girl, you're getting off to this," he says. "I'm sorry, it's just…" you whine with pleasure as your thoughts return to the story. "No, it's alright," Kelrick says with a devious grin. "At the time I was horrified, but I'd be lying if I said I haven't jacked off to that particular memory more than a few times over the years." He stares at you as you masturbate, and you only spread your legs more, giving him a clearer view of your cunt. "Tell me the rest," you beg. "Okay, okay. So Layla was being fucked in every hole by the Saurians while I watched from afar. Her struggles died down, and at first I thought she had simply given up, but then I heard something which made me realize what was truly happening. As her holes were being stretched to their absolute max, the little slut actually moaned. It was muffled by a huge scaly cock of course, but I knew that sound well. She started heating up and I could see her moving her hips to help them fuck her rather than in an attempt to escape. Of course she began to moan even more, and each time she opened her eyes I could see she was loving every second of it." You moan at the thought of being taken alongside Layla by the lusty lizardmen. You wonder how it would feel to be split by their huge cocks. Your imagination, guided by Kelrick's story, pushes you to the limits of pleasure. "Then the eggs came. Her ass and cunt stretched out easily, making her cum harder than she ever had in her life as she took them inside, but her mouth couldn't go any wider. That egg ended up being wasted on the ground. Once they deposited the eggs, the saurians were done. They pulled out, leaving her gaping on the forest floor coated in their lubricant. I didn't materialize right away, watching what she would do. Obviously the egg slut hadn't had enough yet. She took the last egg off the ground and came two more times shoving it into her pussy. By the time she was done, she looked like she was about to give birth." "Fuck! Oh gods I wish I could have seen that," you moan, bringing yourself to your own climax. Your pussy squirts onto the forest floor and you cry out with pleasure as you imagine the depraved scene. You quickly fall into your trembling orgasm but Kelrick keeps talking. "When I materialized I lied about seeing the whole thing. She told me she tried to escape, and that she hated every minute of it, but I knew better. I saw the look on her face, and I saw her shove that egg up inside herself. She wouldn't let me remove the eggs, claiming it would be too painful, but I know she got off to the thought of carrying those creatures' young. She left me before the eggs hatched, and I sometimes wonder what ever happened to her." Kelrick is clearly worked up by the story as well, and he pulls out his cock, jerking it quickly. He is about to cum onto the forest floor when you stop him. "Don't waste it," you say breathily, pointing towards your waiting mouth. Kelrick doesn't hesitate to come into your hot and willing throat, spraying his icy seed inside you. You swallow it eagerly, knowing that you'll have to wait out the effects of the ectoplasm later. "Fuck, $name. Girls like you are hard to find." Kelrick says when he's finished. You blush and smile up at him proudly. The rest of the day is slow, especially when the effects of the ectoplasm make you drop your bag. Kelrick carries it as far as he can before the gem gets to him, and then you both stop, forced to wait out the ectoplasm. You're both still too turned on to just sit around, and so soon you are bouncing on his cock, filling the woods with screams of pleasure. Oddly, his cum doesn't feel so cold to your ghostly pussy. Once you rematerialize enough to carry your bag again, the two of you continue the search. You don't find anything before nightfall, and decide to head back home. You kiss Kelrick goodbye. Despite the lack of any actual findings, you are very satisfied by the results of the day. [[Head home.|Continue]] <<set $kelrick.relationship += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Kelrick improved!");<</script>>

<<first>>\ "I have a proposal for you," you tell Kelrick, trying not to blush thinking about what you're about to ask him. "What is it?" Kelrick asks innocently, still splitting his attention between you and the book in front of him. "I'm sure you get pretty lonely up here, so I was thinking maybe I could help out," you push out your chest as you talk to him, getting his full attention almost immediately. Kelrick looks you up and down with hunger in his eyes. "And what do you want in return for your help?" Kelrick asks, smiling as you approach him seductively. "I want your cum," you tell him. Kelrick's eyes burn with lust when he hears your debauched request. "For experiments, of course," you add. "Of course." Kelrick says, standing up from his seat. <<finally>>\ "I need some more of your cum," you tell Kelrick, trying to sound as professional as possible despite your lewd request. Kelrick is ready in an instant, eager to take you once again. <</first>>\ He strides toward you, half gliding, half walking. You feel your heart flutter with excitement as his robe dissipates from his body, leaving him completely naked and erect in front of you. Kelrick's body is toned but not particularly muscular. Still you find that he is very attractive and wonder how much control he has over his own form. You only have a few seconds to wonder before he is upon you, kissing you with icy lips. Despite Kelrick's strangely cold skin, you almost immediately warm up to his embrace. You feel your tongue tangle with his in a passionate kiss that quickly has you ready for Kelrick to take you any way he pleases. You slide down your skirt, exposing your panties to Kelrick's icy touch. The cold sensation of his fingers against your pussy makes you shiver from surprise and pleasure. A probing digit enters you and you realize Klerick could fuck you without even stripping you of your panties. Still, you want him to see you, and slip the drenched underwear off as well. Kelrick's eyes smolder with passion as you bare yourself to him, but he wants to see all of you. He solidifies his hands enough to pull off your shirt and unhook your bra. You blush as your <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> tits bounce free. One quick touch of Kelrick's icy hands has your nipples standing up in tight anticipation. Kelrick doesn't ignore them, showering your breasts with perfect touches which make you moan with bliss. Below, your cunt is dripping with arousal, ready to be filled by Kelrick's ghostly cock. Before he fucks you, Kelrick lowers himself to examine your pink pussy. "Beautiful. If only I could taste you." Kelrick says, lamenting the limits of his ghostly form. It isn't all bad, however, especially for you. When his tongue laps at your dripping slit you moan aloud. You can only hope Leah doesn't hear the sounds of your blissful rendezvous. Kelrick has a few tricks up his sleeve, and pushes his tongue deep within your folds. He allows everything but his tongue to dissipate, freeing himself to push deeper than any normal human could, and allowing him to stir your insides with his powerful tongue. You shudder as his tongue explores you with cold curiosity, eventually finding all of the spots that make you gasp with tortured pleasure. Before long he has you on the verge of a powerful orgasm, but stops and pulls away. You whine from the sudden lack of attention but Kelrick doesn't leave you alone for long. He materializes again, this time lining his cock up with your dripping cunt. Shivers wrack your body as Kelrick teases your snatch with the tip of his icy cock. "Please, no more teasing," you beg, "put it in." Kelrick acknowledges your request by thrusting his cock deep inside of you, driving the icy member deep into your hot pussy. The feeling of it stretching your lips and chilling your inner walls has you moaning again in an instant. The two of you kiss as you slowly rock your hips, massaging his manhood with your tight cunt. The intimate contact soon ignites a frenzy of desire in both of you. Kelrick lifts you by your perky butt and pins you against the wall so he can thrust in and out with ease. Every desperate thrust bounces your breasts, giving Kelrick a lewd show. You feel him stiffen inside you as the rutting continues and you wrap your legs around your ghostly lover, holding him in place so his seed has nowhere to go but deep inside your aching cunt. You might lose some of the precious ectoplasm deep within you, but in the moment you don't care. You just want to feel him fill you. When he cums at last you grab his shoulders and kiss him with pre orgasmic desperation. It only takes two spurts of his cold cum deep inside your cunt to have you cumming along with him. The two of you shudder and rock as one, both overwhelmed by the other. Your pussy clamps around his cock just as his cock pulses within you. You bite your lip to keep from screaming with pleasure. Suddenly you fall to the floor, collapsing as Kelrick's thick cum oozes from your cunt. "Sorry!" Kelrick says, rematerializing in front of you. "I lost control for a second, I didn't mean to drop you." You don't mind at all, still recovering from the blissful climax Kelrick gave you. You remember your goal and dreamily fetch an empty bottle from your bag. Kelrick watches as you push his cum from your well used pussy, filling the bottle easily. The rest dribbles over the edge and coats your hand, which you lick clean. <<first>>\ "Wow," Kelrick says as he watches your display, "I've definitely never seen any girl do that before, although fucking you felt strangely familiar." You guess he can't remember all the times he took you before the prismatic crystal was purified. <</first>>\ You thank Kelrick and put your clothes back on. You can still feel a little of his cum oozing into your panties, and you flush a little thinking about walking around with it still inside you. Feeling thoroughly satisfied, you head home. [[Continue]] <<first>> <<set $kelrick.relationship += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Kelrick improved!");<</script>> <</first>> <<set $ectoplasm += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Ectoplasm!");<</script>>

"What brought you to Vensbruck in the first place?" you ask Kelrick. He ponders his response for a moment, and then speaks. "It was because of my research," Kelrick begins. "I moved here back when Vensbruck was even smaller than today, just the church and a collection of farms. There was something different about the woods, though. Creatures exhibited strange mutations, and magic seemed more powerful for some reason. Many scholars believed that there was some theological reason for the strange properties of these woods, but I had been studying the mechanics of magic, exploring the reasons for its ebb and flow and searching for answers to fundamental questions." Kelrick seems to get more passionate as he speaks about his research. You have to admit, it sounds intriguing. You never thought of magic as a science before, because it always seemed so imprecise. Instead you preferred the exact proportions and processes used in potion making. Now you feel a little excited by the prospects of studying and understanding just how magic works. "My theory was that there is some natural source of Magic. I guessed there must be a being, aura, or material which strengthens the effects. I never did find anything particular, the effects in the area were too powerful for me to find a specific point of origin, but I figured that if I had more time I could discover it. That's why I got distracted by all this immortality business. Unfortunately the books didn't tell me just how much I would be tethered to this damn gem. I can only hold it for so long before it's aura becomes too strong, but I also can't move too far away from it. I can get just about to the edge of town before my consciousness wanes and I wake up back here." "Couldn't you have someone take the gem with them wherever you need to go?" you ask. Kelrick nods. "I did, before my assistant left, she would wander around in the woods while I searched for anything of note. That arrangement didn't last long, however, as the woods were very dangerous. After a few close calls with various mutated creatures," Kelrick blushes, "Layla, my assistant, refused to leave the safety of the town. The ventures did lead me to discover magical pockets of energy, but those always incapacitated me with their power." <<first>>\ "Well, I could take your gem with me. The pockets are probably a lot weaker, and I know the woods really well. We would find the source in no time!" You feel yourself getting excited by the prospects of the discovery. Kelrick's eyes seem to light up as well, and he smiles at you. "I had hoped to ask you about that. I'm glad you want to help. Just let me know anytime you want to go out and search for the source." <<run $quests.push("SearchingSource")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Added: Searching for a Source", "info");<</script>>\ <</first>>\ <<kelricktopics>>

<<widget "kelricktopics">> [[Ask about the ritual of immortality.|KelrickImmortalTalk]] [[Get some ectoplasm from Kelrick.|KelrickSex]] [[Ask Kelrick why he came to Vensbruck|KelrickSourceTalk]] <<if $quests.includes("SearchingSource") && !$quests.includes("SearchingSource2")>>\ [[Ask Kelrick if he wants to search for a magical source.|KelrickLookSource]] <</if>>\ [[Head back downstairs|Hospital]] <</widget>>

<<first>> The two of you wander through the woods, chatting as you explore. Occasionally Kelrick lets himself dematerialize and moves off in pursuit of some subtle wave of power, but for the most part he remains by your side. You tell him about how the town has changed over the years, and he is surprised to find out that many of the creatures he had to be concerned about in his time are now harmless or gone altogether. He is also curious about the disappearance of magic. You can't tell him much, considering you've never been out of Vensbruck, but you tell him about the inquisitions that Gerta taught you about. You notice Kelrick seems a little crestfallen despite his enthusiasm for your exploration. The difficulty of losing everything he once took for granted is obviously getting to him. You could [[try to cheer him up a little…|WoodKelrickFuck]] or maybe it would be better to just [[keep searching|SearchingEnd]]. <<then>> You walk through the woods with Kelrick, following his lead as he guides you towards various magical auras he feels. Occasionally he gets an excited look on his face and ghosts off to examine some strange feeling, but each time he returns with disappointment. You feel a little useless just wandering through the woods, but Kelrick reassures you that you're a great help. As the day continues into the afternoon Kelrick begins to spend more time talking to you, discouraged by the lack of results. He tells you about his youth, spinning stories which you suspect are exaggerated slightly. "What about around here?" you ask. "You said these woods were dangerous. What lived here?" "Oh, all sorts of creatures. The magic often mutated them to larger size or made them uncontrollable. There used to be a group of semi-intelligent humanoid lizard folk who dwelled right around these parts. We called them Saurians because they resembled similar species which exist in other parts of the world. The other species can be reasoned with, but not these, as my assistant quickly found out. The magic had made them lose control of their desires, and transformed them into desperate creatures, only thinking about laying their eggs." Kelrick remembers something with a shudder and blushes. "Anyway, those were some of the least dangerous creatures around, but fortunately the only ones we came in contact with." You feel like there's more to the story that Kelrick isn't telling you. You could [[ask him about it|KelrickSaurStory]] or [[keep searching|SearchingEnd]]. <<finally>> After your less than successful previous excursion, you and Kelrick are less motivated than ever to continue the search. You wander through the woods, trying to enjoy the sounds of the forest which are so familiar to you. Kelrick seems extra quiet today, simply walking besides you without any words. It isn't like him, but you understand. It had seemed to you that finding the source would be easy, but now doubts creep into both of your minds. You are chasing after a theory which might not even be true. As you walk you suddenly find yourself near a familiar clearing. In front of you is a stagnant pond, green and stinking of decay. A small dock extends part way out, looking like it won't be there much longer. Behind the dock is Gregor's hut, almost as tattered as the dock. It's miraculous that it manages to keep the rain out in that state. Gregor himself is in his usual spot on the dock, humming to himself as he fishes. You're about to call out to the old man when Kelrick makes a strange noise. You look at him and see he is flushed a deep red color. His body begins to dissipate and he looks at you with panic and something else. You see his mouth move silently, trying to tell you something before vanishing completely. "Kelrick!" You shout into the empty air. Gregor turns and sees you, giving you a confused look. You don't waste any time trying to figure out what happened, you only run, leaving Gregor's clearing behind you as your race back to the hospital. The forest seems to fly past you as you sprint. Branches whip your face, making you tear up, but still you continue. You hope that you'll find Kelrick back at the hospital, frazzled but intact. He did mention losing consciousness when near powerful pockets of magic. Maybe this is just one of those cases. You arrive at the hospital out of breath and push open the doors, hurrying upstairs before Leah can see you. In the study you rifle through your bag, searching for the prismatic crystal. When you find it, you gasp. The once brilliant colors of the stone seem dulled, only an echo of their original beauty. In desperation, you clench the stone to your breast and say the words of the aura cleansing spell. Nothing happens. You feel surprisingly sad even though you haven't known Kelrick for very long. You sit on his desk chair, thinking about the possibilities. Perhaps he found the source. It strikes you that you probably should have searched the area instead of running off. Maybe Kelrick would have come back. //But what if something got him.// The thought of some creature which could devour Kelrick's soul makes you shudder. Either way, you decide you should go back and search for any signs of the scholarly ghost. You are about to head back out when you see a shimmer in front of you. Slower than any time before, Kelrick's form materializes. He looks tired, but there's also excitement in his eyes. "I found it." he says softly, "There's a source of some sort in the caves. I can't go back, it's too powerful, but maybe you…" he trails off. You're just thankful he wasn't dissolved into nothing. "I'll do whatever it takes to find it," you tell him. Kelrick smiles but he also looks concerned. "Be careful. There's something down there. I could feel its presence." You tell him you will, and then ask him if he's okay. You tell him how afraid you were that he had died. Kelrick smiles at your concern. "Wouldn't be immortality if I could be killed that easily." he says weakly. "But I will have to rest for a little while." You nod, and put his gemstone in the drawer. Already it is regaining some of its previous shimmer. You head back home, leaving Kelrick to his rest. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.push("SearchingSource2")>> <</first>>

The two of you continue your search. The rest of the day is no more successful than the first half, and once night falls you thank Kelrick again and say your goodbyes. [[Head home.|Continue]]

As you walk you begin to move a little more seductively, flirting with Kelrick in an attempt to cheer him up. Your actions aren't all selfless, however, as the scholarly young man has a look that is both handsome and proper. His face is almost clean shaven with only a hint of shadow, and his well groomed chestnut brown hair curls down over his forehead giving him a youthful appearance twinged with the first touches of middle age. If you had to place him you would put him at a little over thirty, although you know he is actually far older. He walks with an inhuman grace, eased by his incorporeal nature and you see the hints that the body beneath his robes is built with a tempting slender masculinity. Kelrick takes note of your flirtatious behavior quickly, watching your body with desire, or perhaps you're only more conscious of his stare now that you are trying to incite it. You continue to talk as the two of you walk, but your conversation takes on more amorous undertones. All the while Kelrick's gaze intensifies the tension between you. When the two of you decide to take a break for lunch, you pull some bread from your bag. You nibble on the bread as Kelrick watches. He has no need to eat because of his ghostly form, but he waits patiently. You look at him innocently despite the fact that you are formulating devious plans. You see a pine tree with several low branches and absentmindedly wander over to it. You used to love climbing trees when you were younger, and this tree is perfect. You are lost in thought as you lean against the trunk when you suddenly have a great idea. You gesture Kelrick towards you and begin to climb the tree. Kelrick moves to follow you, looking up at you curiously, but he waits for you to climb higher up, avoiding a glimpse up your skirt like a perfect gentleman. "What are you waiting for?" you say in a seductive tone, standing on a solid branch with your legs spread to give a perfect view of your panties. Kelrick blushes as he starts to climb, but he cannot keep his eyes away from that perfect white strip of fabric for long. You giggle and keep climbing, making sure to wiggle your ass at him as you move. Your pussy begins to get moist from knowing that Kelrick is watching, and you begin to slow your ascent. When you next look down at Kelrick you are the one blushing. You slowly move a shaking hand between your legs and push the fabric of your panties aside, giving Kelrick a perfect view of your glistening snatch. Now that it's obvious what you're doing, Kelrick grins at you. "I thought you were a little too oblivious there," he calls up to you, climbing quicker. "I'm waiting," you call down, starting to work your pussy with tender circles of your fingers. Kelrick has a perfect view of your masturbation as he climbs to you. You know he could float up if he wanted to, but you suspect he is enjoying the show. You begin to moan sluttily, at first for Kelrick's enjoyment, but then involuntarily. Something about touching yourself while the wind blows through your hair and rustles the pine needles around you makes you feel unusually horny. When Kelrick reaches you, he lets go of the Branches, letting himself float in front of you. You see his robes fade away and then all you can focus on is his body. His $kelrick.penislength inch cock throbs in the air, begging you to caress it. You have to choose between fingering yourself or jacking him off because your other hand is holding tight to a branch. You choose him, feeling his cold cock materialize in your palm. You groan as it becomes flesh, heavy and hard as any other man in town. Slowly the smell of his arousal begins to break through the crushing scent of pine. You lick your lips and look into Kelrick's eyes, and he lets himself hover higher until his cock is near your face. You don't hesitate to kiss the tip, tasting his precum. It is almost flavorless and cold on your tongue. You begin to lap at it eagerly before sliding his cock inside your mouth. You don't know if he can be warmed up, but you try, engulfing his entire length in your hot throat. Lusty groans urge onward as you deepthroat Kelrick, surprising yourself with the intensity of your blowjob. You keep going until he begins to tremble and then pull back, leaving his cock dripping with your drool. You can't wait any longer. You need him inside you. The position is awkward, but you manage to flip yourself over, bending yourself over one branch while you support yourself with your hands on a lower one. You feel the blood slowly going to your head but all you care about is being fucked at last by Kelrick's ghostly cock. Fortunately, Kelrick is just as eager. He flips up your skirt and you feel an icy touch against your moistened slit. The touch sends a shiver through your body and you involuntarily moan. Your position makes it impossible for you to escape whatever Kelrick is about to do to you, not that you want to. When he slowly slides into you, you moan with ecstasy, almost collapsing from your precarious perch. Slowly Kelrick begins to push in and out of you, filling you with his icy shaft until you can't take any more before pulling out and leaving you empty and aching for the next thrust. As the pace increases you are gradually overcome by the pleasure. Your eyes roll back and you drool from both ends, sending drips of saliva and your feminine nectar pattering to the forest floor in a lusty rain. You continue to encourage Kelrick with moans, calling out his name into the forest until your voice feels hoarse. As he fucks you your shirt gradually slides down, giving a perfect view of your bouncing tits to your ghostly lover. Suddenly you feel icy liquid explode inside you, filling your insides. Your nearly upside down position ensures it trickles deeper inside you, chilling your cervix as Kelrick unloads his seed inside of you. Not a drop leaks from your hungry pussy which clenches around his cock in the initial spasms of your own climax. You cry out in ecstasy as he slams into you, twitching as you struggle to hold onto the branch below. Your pulse pounds in your ears as your entire body shivers with bliss and you see the edges of your vision fading. Suddenly you lurch forward. Having sex in such a precarious position might have been a thrill, but now that you're falling you regret it all. You barely have time to scream before you feel yourself slow and then gently float down. Cold arms materialize around your waist and you see the naked form of Kelrick before you. The adrenaline coursing through your veins shocks you out of your post orgasmic haze and all you can do is laugh as you realize how ridiculous it would have been if you died from cumming too hard. "Thanks Kelrick," you say finally, wrapping your arms around him. "No problem," he says sheepishly. "I couldn't just let you fall." He seems stiff, in more than one way, but he eventually relaxes and hugs you back. "Your heart's racing." he observes. "Well yeah, I just had an amazing orgasm and then barely avoided death, all because of you!" you answer. "Glad I could help," Kelrick says with a grin. After calming down a little, the two of you continue your search. The rest of the day is no more successful than the first half, and once night falls you thank Kelrick again and say your goodbyes. [[Head home.|Continue]] <<set $kelrick.relationship += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Kelrick improved!");<</script>>

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you, Leah." You say. <<if $player.bust > 2>>\ Leah seems to notice that your chest looks a little more impressive, but she can't tell if you've really grown or if she just isn't remembering correctly. <<elseif $player.bust > 5 && !hasVisited("LeahBreastGrowth")>>\ "Umm, $name? Have your boobs grown?" Leah asks shyly, unable to ignore the change in your breasts. "Actually, yeah," you tell the her, "I managed to mix a potion that makes them bigger." "Oh! That sounds interesting. Maybe you could show me sometime." Leah seems a little jealous of your breasts. "If you really want to." you answer. <<elseif $player.bust > 5 && !hasVisited("LeahBreastGrowth")>>\ Leah nods but notices your breasts. "Your boobs look really good," she says absentmindedly. When Leah realizes what she just said, she blushes. "Thanks, Leah," you say, chuckling. "So what did you want to talk about?" Leah asks quickly, eager to change the subject. <<else>>\ "Oh? What's up?" Leah asks back, seeming a little surprised. <</if>>\ <<if $leahdates is 0>>\ [[Ask Leah on a date.|LeahDate]] <<elseif $leahdates is 1>>\ [[Ask Leah on a date.|LeahSecondDate]] <<elseif $leahdates is 2>>\ [[Ask Leah on a date.|LeahThirdDate]] <<elseif $leahdates >= 3>>\ [[Ask Leah on a date.|LeahPotionDate]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("Leah1")>>\ [[Give Leah a Potion|LeahPotion]] <<elseif $quests.includes("Leah3")>>\ [[Ask Leah how the potion worked|LeahPotionReport]] <</if>>\ <<if $leahdates >= 1>>[[Talk about hospital.|LeahHospitalTalk]] <</if>>\ [[End Conversation|KendallHouse]]

"Leah, I was wondering if you might want to go on a walk through the woods with me." Leah freezes for a second after hearing your invitation, and then her eyes flick down to the floor. You notice a bit of red in her cheeks, but a moment later she meets your eyes, unable to keep herself from smiling. "I would love to!" Leah replies in an excited voice. You knew she would accept, but you didn't know just how happy she would look. "Let me just grab a few things." Leah practically skips back into her room, emerging a couple minutes later with a wide brimmed hat and a small bag. As the two of you head out the door, Leah's modest, knee length dress blows gently in the pleasant breeze. The dress' wide straps rest on Leah's delicate shoulders, forming a frame for her slender neck. Leah turns her head and catches you looking at her, sending another wave of red to her cheeks. "So I guess you spend a lot of time in the woods--because of your job, I mean... Do you usually just collect herbs and stuff?" "Yeah, sometimes I feel like I spend all my time wandering around alone, but that's why it's so nice to have someone along with me." "Well I'm always happy to keep you company, if you want. Maybe you could even teach me some things." As the two of you walk and talk, Leah gets less timid, and eventually the two of you are laughing and talking about when she used to follow Jess around. "I feel bad that we didn't invite you to play with us," You say seriously. "I just didn't know the town girls that well, and so I didn't speak up." "It's okay," Leah responds. "I was pretty annoying." She says, laughing. "I always thought that you were the coolest. Learning something that could help the whole town never seemed like an option to me until I saw you doing it. I always hoped you would be in town whenever we went to play." You are surprised that she looked up to you so much, especially looking back at the confused mess you were at the time. Your path had seemed just as impossible to you. The two of you wander to a fallen log and sit down next to each other. "Do you know what you want to do now?" "I've been working on plans for a building where people can go when they get sick. I get Jess to work on plans when she's not busy helping my dad. I don't think I'm cut out for the medical part of it, but I really think I can make a difference if I focus on care and organization. I was also hoping you might like to help me with medicine and things." Leah trails off, but looks at you hopefully. You see the passion in her eyes. Both of you look at each other, breathing slowly, and you reach over and gently take her hand in yours. You see her shiver at the touch, but she entwines her fingers with yours and you both slide closer. Leah seems to be breathing quicker, but you might be as well. She smells like lavender with a hint of pine wood. You don't know which one of you moved first, but you see Leah's long lashes flicker closed and a moment later your lips meet hers. What begins as a timid brush of skin on skin, quickly becomes more. Leah's mouth parts slightly as you slide your free hand onto the back of her neck and pull her to you. The warmth of her breath mingles with your own as the kiss becomes more passionate. Neither of you notice when her hat falls onto the leafy forest ground. You are both far too focussed on each other. When you finally pull back to catch your breath, you look at Leah. Slowly she opens her hazel eyes, meeting your gaze. She blushes once again, or perhaps she was flushed from the kiss. Either way it is adorable, and you lean in for more, savoring the softness of her skin against yours. As you shift your body towards hers, you hear the scaping of bark, and suddenly she slips away from you, collapsing onto the soft leaves behind the log. "Are you alright?" you ask, Leah answers only with laughter, and you can't help but laugh along with her. You lay down next to her in the leaves and take her hand in yours, still laughing hysterically. Her laughter isn't loud, but it shakes her whole body. When you both stop, she wipes tears from her eyes and looks at you as if she is trying to memorize your face. You feel an involuntary smile cross your lips. "I'll help with whatever you need," You say, hoping you will get to spend much more time with Leah. "Really? Thank you so much!" Leah says, excitedly planting a kiss on your cheek. She pulls back, looking down. "Sorry." She says as she lifts herself off the ground. You stand up, and take her hand in yours, pulling her to you. You wrap your arms around her back and embrace her for a moment, pressing your face into her shoulder. You notice the smell of lavender and oak once again. "Don't be sorry," you say quietly to her. Gently running your hand over her back. When the embrace breaks, you smile at each other again, and she laughs as you pull a leaf from her $leah.haircolor hair. "We should hang out again soon." She says to you. "Definitely." You respond. "I should probably head home now though, I'll come back around soon, and you can show me the plans for the hospital." Leah's eyes light up and she nods excitedly. "See you soon!" She says and then turns and skips back towards her house. You watch her go, feeling a rare giddiness in your stomach. When she disappears into the woods, you turn and head back to your hut. [[Go Home.|Continue]] <<set $leah.relationship += 5>> <<set $leahdates += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Leah improved!");<</script>>

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"Wait, let me get something," You tell Leah, breaking away from her embrace. She looks a little confused, but waits as you grab a potion from your bag. "Here, drink this," you tell her as you uncork the potion. "What is it?" she asks hesitantly. "Trust me, this will make everything a lot more fun. Just don't touch yourself unless I tell you to." Leah looks anything but reassured, but she trusts you enough to take a few swigs of the potion. You smile at her warmly, and then you finish it off. This is going to be intense. You sit down on the bed and pull Leah to you, kissing her slowly and gently. In your stomach you feel a fluttery feeling but you can't tell if the potion is taking effect or if it is the anticipation. As your kisses grow more passionate, you feel warmth spread through your entire body. It is difficult, but you pull away from Leah and stare into her eyes. Already her cheeks are flushed from the lekkaroot and you see a lusty haze in her eyes. "Oooh, $name", she whines, "what was in that bottle? It's making me tingle all over." You feel it too. Normally you might explain the aphrodisiac to her, but the sight of innocent Leah sitting in front of you, so obviously aroused, drives you wild. You kiss her again and pull off her shirt. She tries valiantly to kiss you back but even the slightest brush of fabric against her breasts makes her moan involuntarily. You feel another wave of arousal pulse through you when you realize she isn't wearing a bra. You push her down onto her back and stare lustily at her petite breasts, each slight mound is topped with a pink nipple, both painfully hard and sensitive due to the influence of the hornet venom. You straddle Leah and she squirms, whining for any contact. The potion's effects are clearly hitting her far more quickly than they are hitting you, but you feel like you are slowly losing yourself to arousal as well. Although she is typically somewhat modest, Leah moans whorishly as you pull off her shorts. You are shocked by what you find underneath. Leah's panties have been utterly soaked by her oozing slit, and her lips are red and inflamed that you have to peel the fabric away from her pussy, holding her shaking legs in place as you do. When you get them off you stare for a moment at the drenched cotton before complying with a powerful urge to taste them. "Mmmmmh, $name," Leah moans as she watches you suck her juices from her ruined panties. Her moans continue but you are distracted by the amazing taste of her sweet pussy. The hornet venom engorges your tongue and lips as your suck, giving you direct sexual pleasure from the act. The sensation makes your own pussy clench and you feel arousal drip down your thigh. Finally you turn your attention back to Leah. The sight of her, completely exposed on your bed, pussy glistening, is almost irresistible. Despite her overwhelming arousal, however, Leah has still managed to keep her hands at her side. You strip yourself naked, pulling off your own shirt and bra. Your nipples are much smaller than Leah's, but they are still extremely hard. When you shimmy out of your skirt, you realize your own panties are just as soaked as Leah's were. She notices as well, and you see a curious desire in her lust filled eyes. As you pull your panties down a gossamer strand of liquid lust connects the fabric to your pink flesh. Leah watches it hungrily as it shins and then breaks, beading on your labia. It doesn't take long before another wave of arousal makes it drip slowly to the floor. Despite your nakedness, you feel incredibly hot. Every inch of your skin tingles with arousal and you know that soon you won't be able to resist. Already the entire room smells of sex and the fragrant mixture of you and Leah's arousal. Every breath reminds you of her and drives you further towards a frenzy. With the last of your willpower, you resist the urge to embrace Leah, instead offering her your panties. She can't even pretend she doesn't want them, taking them with both hands and mashing the wet cotton against her face. She squirms and moans sluttily as she enjoys the flavor which only hints at the pulsing source, dripping needily only a few feet away. You know how powerfully the hornet venom can affect people, making parts of their bodies hypersensitive. Even now your own nipples ache as if they were tiny clits. Leah's are far more sensitive than yours even without the aphrodisiac, and you decide to test the effects of the potion on her. You straddle her once more, taking a moment to refocus as you feel your pussy slide across her stomach, leaving a slick trail. Leah hardly seems to notice, as her face is still buried in your used panties. Slowly you move your hands to her tits and pinch her nipples softly. A jolt runs through her body and her hips buck. Both of you moan, feeling skin slide over skin. You pinch again. "Oh, $name." Leah says, dropping your panties and looking at you with heavy lidded eyes. You stare back taking in every feature of her beautiful face drenched in your pussy juices. You roll her nipples gently between your fingers. "Oh, Oh! $name. I think-" You pinch harder and her voice cracks into a moan. She arches her back against you, sliding her stomach along your pussy. The feeling makes you lose composure and you pinch her nipples more. "Oh $name!" she screams, "I'm coming, oh fuck, I'm coming!" She seems surprised as she orgasms from nipple stimulation alone, but her surprise is quickly drowned out by pleasure. Leah moans loudly and arches her back again. This time you grind your hips against her, feeling your clit press against her stomach. You can see your soaked pussy leave as shimmering trail as you push it against her skin, bringing you to an orgasm. Your muscles clench and you collapse onto Leah's quivering body. Every one of your senses is overloaded as the potion fuelled orgasm continues. You don't know how, but you manage to find Leah's mouth with yours. Frantic kisses mix with moans as the two of you squirm against each other. Her lips still smell like your pussy and you lick the juices from them mindlessly. The two of you slowly lose yourselves to each other, savoring every touch of your hypersensitive skin. You press your hips against hers and press your thigh against her hot cunt. More moans signal a second orgasm which causes Leah to tremble. You kiss her deeply as her muscles tense and her green eyes roll back. This orgasm is too much for her tired body and she lays back, mind addled by the drug fueled pleasure. You listen to her heavy breaths as you grind your own pussy against her thigh. Your second orgasm clears your head a little but leaves you weak. You wrap your arms around your unconscious lover and join her in a contented sleep. If someone had walked in on you two at that moment they would have seen you both tangled in each other's arms and soaked in each other's juices. When you awake the sun is low in the sky. You pull yourself up slowly and look at the beautiful girl sleeping in your bed. Your motion stirs her awake and she gazes at you sleepily. Gradually a relaxed smile crosses her lips. You give her a peck on the lips and smile back. Leah seems to recognize that she is naked and memories of your earlier actions come rushing back. "That drink was so powerful. What was it?" Leah asks. "It's an aphrodisiac. Typically you aren't supposed to take half a bottle, but when you did I thought I'd join you." "Thanks, it was intense, but fun. I'm glad I got to do it with you," she says. "Me too," you answer honestly. You lay back down next to her and cuddle until it starts to get dark. When Leah has to go, you grab a bucket of water from a rain barrel and gently sponge the smell of your tryst from her skin. She puts on her clothes again and kisses you goodbye. "$name? I hope we get to have that again sometime," she says before she leaves, filling you with eager excitement about the future. You pull her close and hold her against you, feeling her against your still naked body. You wish you could hold her there all night. Instead, you let her go, knowing that you can see her again tomorrow if you want to. [[Continue]] <<if $leah.corruption < 1>> <<set $leah.corruption += 1>> <</if>> <<first>> <<set $leah.relationship += 5>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Leah improved!");<</script>> <</first>> <<potion clear>>

<<first>> "You know how you were talking about wanting to start a hospital the other day?" you ask Leah. "Yeah, what about it?" "I want to help you make it happen. I'm going to ask Francis if there's a building we might be able to use for it. I was thinking the abandoned house near the old church." Leah looks excited about the prospects, but a hint of uncertainty crosses her face. "Are you sure about doing it there?" she asks. You know why she would be hesitant, the abandoned house has been unused for years. When you were children you all heard stories about the house, stories which claimed the house was haunted. You doubt the truth of the stories, Gerta always said that ghosts and spirits weren't anything to worry about unless magic was involved. "It will be fine!" you reassure Leah. "All I have to do is convince Francis to let me use it." Francis Potter, head of the town council, was not in charge of distributing the land. That was left up to democracy. Still, his influence over the other council members could easily sway their opinions. "Alright, if you say so. You'll have to make sure before I go in though." Leah says. "Oh, and $name? Thank you so much. It means a lot to me that you're doing this." You kiss Leah on the lips, making her blush. "It's nothing." You tell her with a warm smile. <<run $quests.push("HauntedHospital1")>>\ <<set $potterfarm to 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Added: The Haunted Hospital", "info");<</script>>\ <<set $potterhouse to 1>> <<finally>>\ <<if $quests.includes("HauntedHospital2")>>\ "So I talked to Francis about the plans for the hospital." You tell Leah. "I heard! Francis announced a council meeting in two days to vote on whether or not we can use the building!" Leah says excitedly. You are a little surprised that the council is meeting so soon, but you guess it's a good thing. With Francis' influence, it's unlikely that anyone will want to vote against the repurposing. "Thank you so much, $name!" Leah says before pulling you into a kiss. "I couldn't have done this without you." She says quietly, holding you in a close embrace. "It's not done yet, we still have to clean the place up." "Yeah, but we'll do that together. It can't be too bad as long as we get to spend time with each other." Leah tells you. You see absolute adoration in her eyes and you break into a wide smile. You're starting to look forward to the project too. <<set $counciltimer to 3>>\ <<else>>\ "Any word on the hospital?" Leah asks you. "Nothing yet," you admit. You still haven't secured the use of the abandoned house. <</if>>\ <</first>> <<if $leahdates is 0>>\ [[Ask Leah on a date.|LeahDate]] <<elseif $leahdates is 1>>\ [[Ask Leah on a date.|LeahSecondDate]] <<elseif $leahdates is 2>>\ [[Ask Leah on a date.|LeahThirdDate]] <<elseif $leahdates is 3>>\ [[Ask Leah on a date.|LeahPotionDate]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("Leah1")>>[[Give Leah a Potion|LeahPotion]]<<elseif $quests.includes("Leah3")>>[[Ask Leah how the potion worked|LeahPotionReport]]<</if>> [[End Conversation|KendallHouse]]

You break away from Leah catching your breath. It is difficult not to kiss her again as you see her looking at you with adoration. You gently guide her to your bed and the two of you sit down together before you start to make out again. The rapid beat of your heart pushes you into more passionate kisses which you accompany with loving caresses. You relax and enjoy the softness of Leah's skin, her silky hair, and the slow curves of her body. Likewise, Leah's hands move over you. Her touch is less sure, but she takes cues from you. You move your hand under her shirt and lightly scratch your fingernails down her back just the way you like, making her shiver almost exactly the way you shiver when she follows suit. When she runs a hand through your hair you take your turn following her motion. You tenderly massage your fingers through her long $leah.haircolor hair, eliciting a contented sigh from Leah. You kiss her deeply, committing the language of her body to your memory. You don't notice when it happens, but soon you are laying on the bed with Leah, still locked in a soft embrace. Tired of maneuvering under her shirt, you pull it off. Leah's bare nipples poke out from her areolas and you break your lips free from her mouth to slide lower and taste the skin of her breasts. Her chest is not large, but that makes her even more sensitive and she moans quietly as your tongue circles a nipple. The sensation seems to make Leah impatient, and she tugs your shirt up as well before unhooking your bra. You blush as you are revealed to your lover, but her gaze lets you know that you have nothing to be ashamed of. You can tell Leah likes everything she is seeing. "I want to feel you against me," Leah gasps, pulling you onto her. You wrap her in an embrace, feeling the warmth of her skin and the slight poking of her nipples against your perky breasts. The two of you begin to make out again, and Leah, emboldened by your shared nakedness, probes your lips with her tongue. You respond playfully, and the kiss quickly grows more passionate. As you suck and nibble on each other, both of your hips begin to rock and the two of you grind together, searching for hints of pleasure muffled by the last of your clothes. You know that they have to come off. You start with Leah, carefully lowering her shorts. Her breathing gets deeper as her anticipation grows, and she squirms her hips around to help you slide her panties down. You slide your hand over her warm wetness, slipping a testing finger between her lips to collect evidence of her desire for you. You find what you are looking for and bring your finger to your mouth, tasting it as you look Leah in the eyes. A wild arousal burns in her wide green pupils. Soon she has your panties off as well, and she stares at your body with obvious lust. You feel the need as well, and in that moment you want more than anything to make her feel good. You kiss her breasts playfully, rolling a nipple between your lips before moving lower, forging a trail across her tensing stomach with your tongue. You kiss her belly button and then move lower until you reach the boundary of her pubic hair. "Wait," you hear Leah say in a trembling voice. "Let me go first." Her request leaves no room for disagreement, not that you would want to. You nod switch spots, laying back and pulling her over you. Leah straddles you nervously, and you watch her, your breath hot and heavy. You can see that she is already starting to sweat as she mirrors your earlier motions. When her tongue graces your stomach it tickles you and you tense up reflexively. Leah looks up at you with cute but apologetic eyes. "Keep going," you encourage her, and she moves her mouth back to your stomach. She keeps moving lower until her face disappears between your thighs. You can feel her breath on your vagina as she hesitates. A moment later she licks you slowly, and you lay your head back, enjoying the touch of her tongue on your labia. She moves thoughtfully, gently locating your clit and swirling it with her tongue. After a few heavenly seconds, Leah stops and looks up at you with doubt in her eyes. "Does this feel good?" she asks nervously. "Gods yes," you breathe, reassuring her by running your hand through her hair. She quickly leans back in and you feel her mouth pleasure you once again. Leah may be inexperienced, but what she lacks in experience she makes up for with zeal. Loving licks with her velvety tongue push you closer to the edge. Your caresses of her hair become more urgent until you are practically pressing her into you, feeling her face buried between your thighs. The sight of her bobbing head is the last thing you see before you orgasm, clenching your muscles and arching your back with delight. Leah realizes that she is making you climax and continues to suck and lick at your wetness. When your orgasm dies down Leah crawls back up to you and you pull her into an amorous kiss. You can taste your juices on her tongue. As you kiss her you feel her grind her hot and wet pussy against your thigh, reminding you that she is ready for some attention. After her performance, she deserves your best. You push her down again and slide her legs to the edge of the bed so that only her $leah.butt butt hangs at the edge of the straw mattress. As seductively as possible, you kneel down and pull her knees apart, giving you a clear view of her arousal. You tease Leah first, licking the inside of her thighs and taunting her with kisses which are achingly close to where she desperately needs them. When you have her whining at your every touch you finally move to sate her desire, licking her warm vagina and savoring the taste of her. You don't hesitate to delve deeper within her folds with your tongue, pushing it into her lubricated opening with ease. You feel her muscles tense and relax with every motion of your mouth. You reinforce your tongue with your fingers which you use to tease her clit. Finally Leah moans, unable to keep quiet as you assault her senses with pleasure. Under your deft care, Leah quickly approaches her orgasm. You double down, trying to send her crashing over the edge--and it works. Leah's thighs clamp around your head, holding you in place as she rocks her hips against your mouth. Juices flow freely, soaking your lips and coating your cheeks like the juices of a ripe orange. You lap them up eagerly. When Leah collapses back, you pull away slowly, still a bit dazed from the sexiness of it all. After a few moments her heavy breathing turns into giggles and then laughter. You dive back onto the bed and wrap your arms around her, unable to keep yourself from laughing along with her. "What's so funny?" you ask. "I don't know," Leah says with a blush, "I'm just happy to be with you. That was really great. Thank you," Leah kisses you flirtatiously and the two of you shift to get more comfortable on the bed. You feel every breath as her chest rises and falls in your arms. You kiss her neck lovingly. The two of you lie in each other's arms until Leah has to go home, talking about past dreams and future plans. The whole time you hold her close, dreading the moment when she will have to go. "Thanks for having me over, $name." Leah says as she puts her clothes back on. "I wish you could stay," you answer, pouting playfully. Leah smiles and kisses you quickly three times. "See you tomorrow?" she asks as you walk her to the door. "Maybe," you say, "I hope so." After one last long kiss goodbye, Leah turns and heads out the door. As she walks home, you watch her longingly through the window. [[Continue]] <<set $leah.relationship += 5>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Leah improved!");<</script>>

"Want to try something fun?" you ask Leah, pulling away from her for a second. Leah is already flushed, and a few strands of $leah.haircolor hair fall in front of her eyes as she nods eagerly. You smile at her and pull a glass bottle from your bag. The bottle is full of a shimmering liquid which coats the sides as you hold it up for Leah to see. "I need you naked for this," you say with a grin. Leah smiles back, excited to expose herself to your appreciative eyes. She moves her body sensually, pulling the straps of her dress from her shoulders so that the front sags. As it tumbles down Leah crosses her arms over her chest, giving you a brief glimpse of her hardening nipples before teasingly hiding them from sight. You can feel yourself reacting to Leah's show. Every move of her hips makes your stomach flutter with desire. Leah rocks side to side as she tantalizes you with her body. Turning around just in time for her dress to tumble to the floor. Her small but perky butt moves hypnotically in front of you and you wonder if the shy girl practiced this just for you. If her goal is to make you want her, it's working. You almost can't hold yourself back from wrapping her in your arms and pulling her into a soft but deep kiss. When lea turns back to you, you see a faint damp streak in the crotch of her panties. The performance is clearly getting to her as well. It's unsurprising considering what the dance is building to. Leah's arms uncross, and she pulls them away from her chest until she is gently cupping her breasts. She looks at you with pure desire as she flaunts her petite body in front of you. Despite her seductive movements, you can see her hands shaking slightly with anticipation as she slowly slides them across her $leah.skin color skin. At last her nipples slide free, standing at attention on her chest. Leah teases her perfect pink nubs with a couple pinches, coaxing a shuddering sigh from herself. You know her nipples are sensitive, and wish you were the one playing with them, rewarding her for her beautiful performance. The show isn't over yet, though. Leah continues to sway her hips, finally sliding her delicate fingers under the waist of the last thing protecting her body from your lusty stare. Torturously slowly, Leah slides her panties down. First only a hint of Leah's trimmed pubic hair peeks out above the fabric, but as they slide lower you feel your pulse quicken. Her hips still rock side to side as Leah gives you the first glimpse of her pink slit. The juices leaking from Leah's honeypot plaster the crotch of her panties to her pussy, finally peeling free when she slides the waist of her panties past her thighs. You gasp at the sight of her, pink and aroused, standing naked in front of you. As a final flourish, Leah sits back on your bed and flings her sodden panties at you with a flick of a slender foot. You catch them, feeling the wetness between your fingers. The slick juices fill you with a desire to taste the source, but you have other plans. "That was really sexy, Leah," you tell her. "Thanks," Leah blushes, flattered and aroused. Unwilling to wait any longer, you uncork the potion in your hand. You are greeted by the smell of lepidenum oil mixing with the faint saccharine scent of the hornet venom. Staring at Leah with eager delight, you slowly approach the bed. Reacting to your advance, Leah slides back, spreading her legs submissively to give you access to her glistening pussy. You can see her clit already poking out from its hood, engorged from Leah's arousal. You kneel down between Leah's legs, making her shiver when you slide your free hand over her thigh. You can already smell her dripping pussy, aching with need. Occasionally she clenches her muscles, waiting for you to touch her. "Ahhh! $name!" Leah moans when you slide your fingers to her clit, pushing back her folds so that it protrudes from her trembling pussy. Normally you would warm the poor girl up a little before going for her clit, but you have a different goal in mind today. Taking the glass bottle in your other hand, you press the mouth of it against Leah's sloppy slit. She gasps when the cold touch of the glass brushes her clit. You have her right where you want her, and waste no time flipping the bottle upside down, pressing it against her so that her clit extends into the reservoir, soaking up the oily mixture. The seal between the bottle and Leah's pussy isn't perfect, and so the oil dribbles free, soaking into her already wet slit. Leah doesn't notice, however, far too preoccupied by the intense and foreign sensations in her clit. You can see the soft pink pearl inside of the glass swelling as Leah begins to feel the potent effects of the hornet venom. Still holding the bottle in place, you move to Leah's side, kissing her neck softly. Already she seems lost in a haze of delight. Seeing the usually restrained girl as she begins to squirm and moan lewdly gives you a thrill like no other. "Oh gods! $name, what's happening to me!" Leah gasps, bucking her hips against the potion bottle. Her eyes are closed tight, but when she opens them you see they burn with unnatural desire. You tease her more, tonguing her perky nipples. When Leah lets out a particularly desperate groan you lean back to check on the potion's progress. What you see makes you gasp aloud with surprise and perverse pleasure. Leah's clit has engorged from the marest vine and hornet venom to the size of a small cock. Her pleasure button is already large enough that it touches the sides of the bottle. Leah moans again as her clit begins to feel tight, stoppering the bottle and holding in the rest of the potion. You quickly pull the glass bottle away, freeing her clit with a wet pop and spilling oil all over her messy cunt. Leah moans from the sensation of her clit-cock being freed and you see it swell even larger as her pussy spasms messily. Leah's first orgasm leaves her with a brief moment of clarity. She sits up and notices her still-growing flushed clit. "A cock?" Leah asks in disbelief. She seems confused and frustrated by the foreign protrusion but her moments of dismay are short lived, quickly replaced by a wave of arousal. Her eyes cloud up again and she seems to forget any doubt she felt about her changed body. She even wraps her hand around her clit, stroking it like a cock and moaning sluttily as her entire body feels the results. You feel almost as worked up watching Leah jack herself off. A devious though comes to your head and you immediately flush. //Would that work? Is she hard enough?// She's certainly big enough, so you decide to try, quickly stripping naked before the potion begins to wear off. You want as much time as you can get with Leah like this. Leah doesn't notice your nakedness until you are on the bed beside her. When you straddle her stomach, Leah's eyes light up with desire. In her current state, Leah doesn't care that you've manipulated her body, the cock could be permanent for all she cares as long as she gets to feel it inside you. You satisfy her wish moments later, lining your pussy up against Leah's throbbing clit and slowly sliding onto it. It doesn't feel quite like a cock. It is a little softer, and where her balls usually would be there is instead a dripping cunt. You quickly sheathe her length inside you, both of you moaning in unison as you are filled. When you reach the base your wet slits slide together, mixing your juices into a delightful cocktail of arousal. You begin to bounce up and down. You move your hips with careful precision at first. Leah's clit is far more sensitive than a cock and you don't want to overwhelm her too much. Even with your current gentle motions Leah moans and writhes on the bed. It soon becomes clear that no matter how you move Leah will be incapacitted by the pleasure. You begin to speed up, working yourself into the perfect position so that Leah's femcock slides against your most sensitive places. Her constant moans tell you Leah is enjoying you as well. She quickly loses herself to another orgasm, thrusting her hips forward and burying herself inside your hot wet folds as if she could cum inside you. Instead her pussy clenches and creams itself. You keep going, eager to satisfy your own growing needs. As Leah's moans turn to overstimulated whines of pleasure you feel yourself approaching the edge. Just the sight of Leah, fucked out and almost insensate from the overpowering stimulation has your blood running hot. Your pulse pounds in your ears and you feel your leg begin to shake. "Oh fuck… Mmmmh! Fuck me Leah!" you scream as you begin to cum. Your passionate cries seem to stir something within Leah and she manages to buck her hips beneath you, bouncing you mercilessly as your body is wracked with pleasure. Soon you collapse onto your beautiful lover. Leah holds you tight, still buried deep inside you. You feel her tremble occasionally as her body reacts to the hornet venom and let yourself drift to sleep to the sounds of her moans. ----- When you awake you and Leah are locked together in a tight embrace. Leah stirs just as you do, looking up at you with drowsy affection. You kiss her deeply, enjoying the feeling of your skin against hers and the fatigue in your muscles from the passion you shared. When you roll away, Leah looks down at her pussy with concern, dreading what she'll find. Fortunately her clit has returned to much the same size as before the potion. She giggles with relief. "That was actually really fun,'' Leah admits, looking at you amorously. You smile at her. "Maybe we can do it again sometime." Leah flushes at the thought, but she looks like she wants to do it sooner rather than later. The two of you spend the rest of the evening together, talking and laughing. Eventually you put together a modest dinner and the two of you eat in the forest, enjoying the sight of the sunset filtering through the trees. After dinner Leah kisses you goodbye and heads home. [[Continue]] <<if $leah.corruption < 2>>\ <<set $leah.corruption += 1>>\ <</if>>\ <<first>>\ <<set $leah.relationship += 5>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Leah improved!");<</script>>\ <</first>>\ <<set $leah.clitlength += 0.5>>\ <<potion clear>>\

<<set _empty to $ingredients.random()>> <<if $ingredients.includes("animaflower")>>\ You don't really want to give Leah a potion with an herb that might have really weird effects without some way of checking on her. [[Keep Talking|LeahConversationStart]] <<elseif ndef _empty>>\ You don't have a potion to give to Leah. [[Keep Talking|LeahConversationStart]] <<else>>\ "Still want that potion to help you sleep?" You ask Leah. "Oh, yeah, that would be great." You pull the potion you prepared from your bag and hand it to Leah. "Just take about a fifth of that about an hour before you go to sleep and you should have no trouble falling asleep." "Thanks $name!" Leah responds, taking the potion. She seems genuinely grateful. [[Keep Talking|LeahConversationStart]] <<run $quests.delete("Leah1")>> <<if $ingredients.includes("chamomile")>> <<run $quests.push("Leah2Good")>> <<else>> <<run $quests.push("Leah2Bad")>> <</if>> <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot")>> <<run $catcommon.push("LeahHornyAlone")>> <</if>> <<potion clear>> <</if>>

<<first>>"Want to come over to my place?" you ask Leah with a glint in your eye. She smiles and looks down, trying to hide it. You lift her chin and look into her brilliant green eyes. "Yeah, lets go," she says breathlessly. You can't resist leaning in to kiss her pretty lips, breathing in her smell. Leah melts into you for a second, returning your kiss passionately before going stiff and pulling away. "Not here, $name!" she says, giggling. You step away, but the kiss stoked both of your passions enough that the two of you hurry out the door. The walk to your hut is not too hot due to a threatening dark cloud which covers the sun. The path meanders through the woods in the shadow of the cloud. The only sounds in the pre storm calm are the voices of you and Leah chatting about your lives. Leah discusses her time spent helping out around the house. With Jess and her father working, her mother managing orders, and her brother preoccupied with his art, the tasks of cooking and cleaning have been assumed by Leah. "I take any chance I get to escape," Leah tells you. "Oh, so I'm just an excuse for you to get out of work, huh?" you tease. "I mean, that's not what I meant. I like being with you. The time we spend together out here is pretty much all I have to look forward to." You take Leah's hand in yours and squeeze it lightly. You can feel the softness of her palm, pressed into yours. The two of you walk hand in hand until you see your hut in the distance. "This is your home?" Leah asks when the two of you approach the hut. You look over the familiar building with new eyes, suddenly conscious of every bit of moss on the wood and every weed in the garden. "I know it's not much, but it's pretty special to me. This hut is my life." "It's so cute! It's like something out of a fairytale. I can almost imagine a noble hermit or an old witch living out here, tending her garden with spells and waiting for a traveller to curse." Leah doesn't know how close she is to the truth. "I guess that makes me the witch," you joke. "Not an old witch, but a young and beautiful one," Leah jokes back. "I tend to my garden and wait for a dashing young prince- or princess," you add with a wink, "to come along so I can seduce her with my dark magic." The two of you move closer as you speak, and you pull Leah into another kiss. This time there is no risk of being caught, and the two of you cling together for a long time, enjoying the feeling of each of your bodies. When you pull away, Leah is flushed and you can feel your heart beating quickly. "Let me show you inside," you say quickly, guiding Leah to the front door and bursting inside. Light shines through the windows illuminating your single room hut. It is warm, but a soft breeze coming through the windows keeps the air from becoming stagnant. Leah looks around at all of the dried herbs with amazement. "I don't even know what half of these are!" she says. "Most of them are pretty useless outside of cooking, a few more are still a mystery to me, but these over here are what I use for medicine." You gesture towards the herbs hanging above your potion table where $catname has claimed a rather large swath to nap. "Oh look, your familiar," Leah jokes, "what's his name?" "$catname." You answer. Leah pets $catname gently, causing him to wake up. $catname looks at Leah lazily, yawns, and then plops his head back down and falls asleep. "$catname," Leah says quietly. "It's a good name." Leah stops petting $catname and looks up at you with a contented gaze. "I like it here. It's not big, but there's something about it that's just... cozy, I guess. Maybe it's because I'm with you. <<finally>> "Looks like it might rain. Want to head over to my place?" you ask Leah. She accepts with a smile. You walk through the forest with her, chatting about various events in both of your lives. When you finally arrive at your hut, $catname is waiting outside. "Hey, $catname," Leah calls. $catname wanders over to her and she pets him, eliciting soft purrs from the lazy cat. You are amazed that Leah managed to get $catname to like her so fast. When the two of you head inside, Leah takes in a deep breath, savoring the exotic smell of the dried herbs hanging around the room. "I love it here. You're so lucky to have this place to yourself." <</first>> You are about to respond when Leah embraces you, sliding her lips across yours and pushing her warm body against you. You return her kisses, feeling excitement build as your hands caress her back. You let your palms slip lower, cupping her cute butt. A gentle squeeze makes her gasp. You could just let this continue, or you could spice things up a little with a potion. [[Pull Leah to the Bed|LeahHutSex]] <<linkreplace "Offer Leah a Potion" t8n>> <<if $ingredients.includes("strangefungus")>> <<goto "LeahFungusDate">> <<elseif $ingredients.includesAll("lekkaroot", "hornetvenom")>> <<goto "LeahHornyDate">> <<elseif $ingredients.includesAll("marestvine", "hornetvenom") && $base == "oil">> <<goto "LeahPenisDate">> <<else>> You don't have a potion made that would want to give to Leah. <</if>> <</linkreplace>> <<set $leahdates += 1>>

"How did that potion work for you?" You ask. <<if $quests.includes("Leah2Good")>> "It worked great! I fell right to sleep. Thanks for making it for me, $name." She does look like she is more well rested than before. "You're welcome." You respond. <<run $quests.delete("Leah2Good")>>\ <<set $leah.relationship += 2>>\ <<elseif $quests.includes("Leah2Bad")>> "Sorry, it's worked alright I guess," Leah says, but she seems to be holding back a yawn. She must be trying not to tell you it didn't work. "Maybe I can try something else." You offer. "Yeah, let me know if you have anything stronger." <<run $quests.delete("Leah2Bad")>>\ <<set $leah.relationship -= 1>>\ <</if>> <<run $quests.delete("Leah3")>>\ [[Keep Talking|LeahConversationStart]]

"Want to go on another walk through the woods?" You ask Leah. Her eyes light up as usual, and she smiles at you, letting her excitement show on her face instead of hiding it like she used to. "Of course! I've been hoping you would ask again." Leah responds in an enthusiastic voice. Her eagerness is contagious, and you feel more giddy the longer you look at her. Leah's round green eyes practically glow, and you are struck by how pretty she is. Although Jess might be considered hot by many of the boys in town, Leah has grown into herself since her days following her older sister around. She is cute in a way that you can't ignore and her peppiness only adds to the effect. "Let's go. I've been looking for a rare flower that only blooms on the cool days of summer, and I thought you might be able to help." You head towards the woods, reaching back and taking Leah's hand without thinking. Leah hesitates long enough for you to have to stop. You turn and look at her surprised expression, and realize what you've done. Rather than let go, you decide to roll with it, smiling and squeezing her hand gently. Unable to resist, Leah follows along. Although you might have claimed that you preferred to work alone ever since Gerta died, having Leah with you feels right. You quickly discover that the two of you have more in common than you thought, both wanting to help people and both feeling like outcasts around the other girls when you were younger. You both love animals, especially cats, and you find yourself thinking that Leah might make a pretty good witch. You imagine the two of you living in your hut, making potions, casting spells, and spending time together every day. You have to admit that it is an appealing fantasy. The two of you reach a clearing and decide to rest for a little, laying down on a bed of soft moss. Your fingers entwine with Leah's, and the two of you lay silently for a short time. The sounds of the forest fall away as you focus on the sound of Leah's breathing. You slide closer to her, brushing your foot against hers and feeling the electrifying contact of skin on skin. "It's so nice out here." Leah says, breaking the silence. You roll over, slipping your arm across her stomach and pressing yourself close to her. "It's much better with you along," you say, feeling a little sheepish about how sappy you're being. Leah blushes and giggles, immediately making it worth it. Once again you both fall silent, looking into each other's eyes. Leah's eyes look as green as the moss around you, and draw you closer until your lips are practically touching hers. She blinks twice and you press in for the kiss, tenderly tasting her flushed pink lips. Tongue meets tongue and you move your hands across her body, creating a soothing rhythm which belies both of your desires. When the motions grow repetitive, although never boring, you slip away from her curious mouth. You form a trail of light kisses across her jawline and down onto her neck. You let your tongue brush against her skin from between your lips, causing her to gasp. You gently stop her squirming by tangling your arms around hers and drawing her to you. Still you kiss her, moving up her neck to her ear where you playfully nibble her earlobe. Another gasp. You hear Leah clear her throat and feel her concentration return from the sensuous haze in the form of her own hands, shakily sliding up your back. Finely trimmed fingernails scratch gently over your shoulder and up across your neck into your hair. Now it is your turn to gasp. The two of your press together, each engrossed in your attempts to feel each other. Occasionally you return your lips to hers and the two of you stop for a moment, distracted by the intensity of your kisses. When your hands resume their exploration of her body, you slip the straps of Leah's dress from their precarious hold on her shoulders and free her bra. You kiss her chest, while gently slipping her bra off as well, revealing her small breasts. Her long nipples spring free from the fabric, poking out and begging to be enveloped by your warm lips. You trace your tongue around them, drawing moans from Leah. When you finally flick your tongue over her knotted nipple she jerks her body against yours, pressing her hips against your leg. You both fall back into your reveries moments later, although now with more intensity. Leah presses one leg between yours and you both slowly rock your bodies against one another. Leah's skirt has ridden up slightly and you feel her panties sliding up and down your thigh. You could swear you felt a bit of moisture against your skin despite the heat coming off of her body, and you moan, sliding your own crotch against her. You move your head back up from her breasts and lock your lips against hers again. This time Leah is not timid at all, slipping her tongue past your lips and tasting your mouth. Emboldened by the new sensations, you playfully reciprocate, starting a dance of lips and tongue. As the passion intensifies, your both grind harder, mimicking the motions of sex through your clothes. You feel her sweat but don't care, reveling in the taste and smell of her body. Moans dissipate into the air, lost in the sounds of the forest. Finally the two of you break free, and you wipe a strand of damp $leah.haircolor hair from her forehead with a giggle. Leah smiles and readjusts her bra and dress, sadly covering her breasts. She gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and jumps up. "Time to find those flowers!" She says cheerfully, as if you both hadn't just been almost having sex. It takes you a moment longer to get yourself under control, but when you do you stand up and take Leah's hand with a smile. The two of you search for a while, but don't find any of the rare flowers. Still, you wouldn't say that the time you spent together was a waste of time at all. [[Return Home|Continue]] <<set $leah.relationship += 5>> <<set $leahdates += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Leah improved!");<</script>>

"Leah, want to go on another walk?" You ask, already knowing she will say yes. "Yeah! Let's go!" Leah says, taking your hand and practically pulling you out the door. You laugh as she drags you into the woods just far enough to be out of sight of the house. Suddenly Leah turns and you feel her lips against yours. You back into a tree and kiss her back, inhaling the smell of lavender with a hint of pine. Every moment you spend locked in an embrace feels new and exciting, and you slide your hands over her body, massaging her back and teasing the soft skin of her stomach. Leah breaks the kiss as quickly as it started, walking deeper into the woods. "Wait up!" You call ahead, hurrying to her side. "That was a nice start to this walk," you say. "Yeah, I had to stop or we wouldn't have made it any further," Leah says with a smirk. "Follow me, there's a cool place near here." You say, guiding Leah through the undergrowth. After a short walk you hear water and know that you're close. You crest a wooded hill and both look down at the picturesque scene below. At the bottom of the hill mist rises from a small waterfall which crashes into a pool of crystal clear water. The thick trees around the creek give a sense of seclusion to the basin. "Wow, it's beautiful." Leah says quietly. "It's a spring which feeds into the river. The water is ice cold, perfect for swimming on hot days like today." "But, I didn't bring any clothes for swimming," Leah says with disappointment. You look at her with exaggerated confusion. "Clothes?" You ask before pulling off your top and bra. Leah watches you with wide eyes as you shimmy out of your skirt, exposing your panties. You grab your clothes and set them on a log. Leah is still frozen by your stripping and so you turn and tease her a little bit, covering your nipples with your hands and batting your eyelashes at her. "What are you waiting for?" You call to her. Leah jumps and then seems to make a decision. She reaches behind her back and timidly unties her dress, sliping free from its straps and letting it fall to her ankles. Her <<print $busts[$leah.bust]>> breasts are covered by a plain bra which matches her panties. She catches you staring at her and crosses her arms over her cleavage defensively. You decide to give her space, stripping out of your panties and dashing to the edge of the cliff. It is only about four feet high, and so the jump isn't intimidating at all. You hold your breath and take one last look back at Leah before hopping in. Cold shocks your body, invigorating you washing you clean. You let yourself sink down to the sandy bottom of the water, stirring up silt and leaves with your feet before kicking back up to the surface. The water is about seven feet at its deepest, making it easy for you to return to the air above. Your head emerges from the spring and you wipe your eyes. Before you can reorient yourself, a large splash sends a spray of water into your face. A moment later, Leah's head pops up in front of you. She squeals and brushes a strand of wet hair from her face. "It's so cold!" She shouts frantically, causing you to break out into laughter. "I did warn you. Doesn't it feel nice?" You notice the blurry shape of her naked body rippling beneath the water. "No! It's way too cold. I'm getting out." Leah sounds so childish that you laugh again, prompting a venomous look in your direction. You dive under the surface, opening your eyes to peer through a torrent of bubbles. You see Leah's unblemished thighs, kicking in the water. She is practically glowing. You can't help but look at her womanhood, and you feel an urge to touch her. You kick your legs, returning to the surface and you swim towards the shallower end of the pool. Leah follows and as soon as you get your footing, you pull her into a kiss. You feel the thrill of your skin against hers. If a week ago you had been told that you would be kissing your friend's sister naked in a creek, you wouldn't have believed it but now it is real. Both of you press together, savoring the heat of your bodies in the cold water. You feel the stiff nubs of Leah's nipples poking the skin of your breasts and move a hand to gently pinch them. Leah moans into your mouth and then pulls back. "I guess the water isn't too bad. I'm sort of getting used to it." She says breathlessly. You laugh and pull her to the shallows, pushing her down and straddling her. "Yeah, now you like it," you say, leaning down to kiss her. You feel your bare pussy briefly touch the skin of her thigh and groan. The water is shallow enough by the edge that Leah can keep her head above the water while leaning back into the sandy mud on her elbows. Leah's nipples are right at water level, so you have to hold your breath as you kiss them gently. Leah shudders, and you realize her nipples must be really sensitive. "I used to be embarrassed by how big they are. I still kinda am." She says, gently pinching her right nipple. "Mmmh, I think they're perfect," You say, releasing the knotted pink nub from your mouth. A quick flick of your tongue makes Leah moan again. Her cute moans fill you with desire, and you feel the need to make her moan more. Slowly, you submerge your hand and move it between her thighs. Her labia is cold from the water, but just inside her body is hot. As your fingers delve into her, Leah opens her eyes wide. "W-wait. I don't know if we should be doing this." She says. Lesbian relationships aren't explicitly prohibited by the scripture, but socially, same sex relationships in the town usually invite the wrong kind of gossip. You know of rumors of a few, and they typically aren't encouraging. "I don't want to make my parents ashamed. What if the town finds out." "Fuck the town," you say, kissing her. "I only care about you." This seems to satisfy Leah, and she kisses you back passionately. Once again you resume touching her, running your fingers through her folds and coaxing out her clit. You feel it harden, filling with blood, and you are surprised when it pushes free of its hood. Your fingers brush over Leah's large clit and she squirms, whining a little. She is clearly still a little too sensitive. Gently, you move your hand lower, testing her muscles with a finger. She is tight, even more so because of the cold water, but you manage to slip a finger in. Her hot insides warm your cold finger, and she moans loudly at the foreign sensation of being penetrated. Pressing deeper, you angle your finger up and gently massage her pussy from the inside. Her hips buck against your hand, and she moans loudly. You subdue her with a gentle kiss, letting your hand fall into a rhythm, gently in and up and then out and down. Occasionally you switch it up, pushing deeper into her and making her clench her muscles around your finger. Your other hand dances over her skin, massaging her breasts and stimulating her nipples before dropping lower. A quick touch beneath her bellybutton, and then some gentle pressure against her inner thigh send wild signals through her mind. Leah feels the stimulus building, and begins to struggle to keep herself propped up on her elbows. As you pleasure her, you slide your hips up and down against her thigh, moaning occasionally into her lips when you get the right pressure on your own pussy. Although you keep kissing Leah, her lips have stopped working with yours, falling open to allow her to moan with every thrust of your fingers. Finally you move your free hand to her clit, massaging the nub slowly but firmly so that the friction of the water doesn't hurt Leah. The sensation proves to be too much and she lets out a long moan before bucking her hips frantically. Water splashes around her as she wraps her arms around you, kissing you gracelessly hard in between every moan. To keep from falling under the water, you move your free hand up and plant it next to her shoulder. Her passionate kisses continue as you slow the motions of your other hand, letting her control the stimulation with the thrusting of her hips. Her moans draw out longer, and soon she is kissing you slowly again. You pull her up, straddling her lap in the water. "That was amazing," She says after catching her breath. "It looked like it," you say with a laugh. "Seriously, it was way better than I imagined." "So you've been daydreaming about having sex with me?" You say teasingly. Leah blushes. "I mean, yes. I've had a huge crush on you for a while." She says. A shy smile crosses her lips and you kiss her again. "Come on, let's lay in the sun and dry off." You say, lifting your dripping body from the crystal clear water. Leah follows suit and you both stretch out on a large rock with a perfect amount of sun on it. Leah's hand finds yours and your fingers intertwine. You slide towards her, resting your head on her chest. You feel incredibly comfortable, with the hot sun on your body and the sound of Leah's heartbeat in your ears. Leah strokes your damp hair back gently, brushing it with her fingers. It doesn't take long for the two of you to drift into a nice afternoon nap. You wake up before Leah does and you climb out of the ravine to fetch your clothes. Dressing quickly, you grab Leah's clothes and bring them back to your rock. You stop and admire the girl's naked form, stretched out before you. Her skin has a hint of red, and you worry that she might have a bit of a sunburn. You make a note to bring her some aloe to help if she does. A moment later, Leah rolls over and opens her eyes, catching you looking at her. She slashes a cute smile and then gets up. "Ready?" you ask after Leah finishes dressing. She nods, and the two of you head back to her house. "Where have you been? You've been gone for hours!" Jess calls from the house when the two of you leave the woods. Leah seems more bubbly than usual and skips up to the house. "Just harvesting herbs," she says cheerfully. Jess looks at you and you nod and wave. "She's been a great help." You say your goodbyes, wishing you could kiss Leah one more time before you go, but Jess stays behind and so you only hug. The entire walk back you can't stop thinking about your day with Leah, already excited for your next time together. [[Continue]] <<set $leahdates += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Leah improved!");<</script>>

<<if $ingredients[0]>>\ You grab your bag and leave the hut, taking your time on the way to town. The air is warm and the sunlight trickles in through the leaves above, creating gently moving patterns on the dirt path. Instead of going to the center of town like before, you follow a road around the outside of town to Maggie's house. The house is similar to the others in size, but the outside is decorated nicely. Maggie's father, Henry Dreyer worked as a tanner, and the acrid smell of the tanning acid was always faintly present, but to combat it, Maggie and her mother Isabel kept a fine garden full of fragrant flowers. Maggie used some of the flowers to make perfumes for herself as well, a practice which you know is not too different from your own trade. You approach the front door and knock. Maggie answers quickly and flashes a pretty smile when she sees you. Her <<print $maggie.haircolor, $hairlengths[$maggie.hairlength]>> is perfect as usual. "$name! Come in, did you bring the medicine for me?" Maggie doesn't waste any time getting to business. "Yeah, I have some right here," you respond, pulling the glass bottle from your bag. Maggie looks at the bottle with a little trepidation, but when you hold it out to her, she takes it immediately. "Thanks so much, $name. I don't know what we would do without you. How should I take this?" "You should drink a mouthful of it anytime you have any pain, starting now, just so I can make sure there aren't any unexpected side effects." "My stomach //is// bothering me a bit." Maggie looks at the bottle and shrugs, uncorking it and taking a swig. You watch her eyes as she tastes the herbal potion. The taste can't be great, but it shouldn't be awful. Maggie grimaces as she swallows, but then corks the bottle and invites you to sit in the living room for a little while. The two of you chat about the state of the town for a while as you watch the young woman for signs of your potion's effect. <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot")>>\ As the two of you discuss, you notice a blush slowly coming to the girl's cheeks. Maggie tries to keep talking, but its almost as if she is becoming distracted. <</if>>\ As the conversation continues, the two of you discuss her upcoming marriage. You both mostly stick to the details of the wedding. <<if $ingredients.includes("chamomile")>>\ Despite her excitement, Maggie yawns as she speaks, and you note that she seems slightly drowsy. <</if>>\ <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot")>>\ Every time she mentions Brendon, however, she can't help but rub her legs together and squirm in her seat. You glance at her <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts and are shocked to see her nipples have hardened and are poking out from her dress despite the warm weather. The lekkaroot in the potion is clearly having an effect on her. <</if>>\ After the conversation stagnates, you say your goodbyes and head towards the door. <<if $ingredients.includes("ginseng")>>\ "My stomach is actually feeling fine now," Maggie says, "It seems like your potion works. Thanks again, $name!" "Any time," you say before you head back to your hut. <<set $maggie.relationship += 1>>\ <<else>>\ "Hmm... My stomach isn't feeling any better yet. I hope this medicine will actually help." Maggie seems doubtful, and is a little bit less friendly as she escorts you to the door. You return home, a little disappointed that your work hadn't paid off. <<set $maggie.relationship -= 1>>\ <</if>>\ Outside your house, $catname is waiting for you to pet him, and you oblige, chuckling at his contented purrs. [[Enter your hut.|Witch's Hut]] <<potion clear>> <<run $quests.delete("Maggie1")>> <<script>>$.notify("Quest Complete: A Potion for Maggie");<</script>> <<set $dreyerhouse to 1>> <<else>> You should probably make Maggie's potion before heading to town. [[Return|Witch's Hut]] <<set $townvisited to 0>> <</if>>

Maggie's face flushes a deeper red and you see her squirming in her seat. "Feeling any better?" You ask, causing Maggie to jump as if she's just remembered you're there. "Mmh, It's making me feel a little... weird..." She says, clearly trying to hide her arousal. You decide to test her. "Mind if I use the restroom really quick?" You ask, getting up. "Uhh... sure, it's ah-down the hall." She responds. You notice she is pressing her thighs together tightly, and her nipples are definitely hard. You thank her and head out of the room. You leave the living room door cracked slightly open behind you and walk down the hall. It is nice that they have an indoor restroom, even if it requires you to dump a bucket of water after you're done. You don't actually have to go, however, and creep slowly back towards the living room after waiting a couple minutes. When you get to the door, you silently peer through the crack at Maggie. Like you expected, the lekkaroot and hornet venom has wiped any sense of decency from the normally chaste girl. She has hiked her dress up and pushed her panties to the side, masturbating furiously. You hear her stifled moans come out as squeaks of pleasure. "Ah, don't come back. Don't come back." She murmurs desperately as she fucks herself with her fingers. Her motions are awkward, as if she hasn't had much experience mastubating. It isn't surprising considering her typical religiousness. The memory of her modesty makes the wanton scene before you even more hot, and you consider opening the door to catch her in the act. Before you decide whether or not you should, you hear a groan and watch with amazement as her entire body tenses up. "Ah!" Maggie exclaims, releasing the tension in her body and spraying girlcum in an arc across the room. You never would have guessed Maggie was a squirter. Her hips rock forward and another jet of her juices spatters the floor. Maggie is left leaning back on the chair panting. You step forward and push the door open with a creak, causing Maggie to leap up quickly. Her dress falls back into place but you notice some drippage falling from between her legs. "Oh, $name. You're back!" She says nervously. " I think your potion worked great." You wonder if it actually helped her stomach pain or if she just wants to get you out of here. You step forward and see the light reflect off of the line of girlcum on the wooden floor. "Looks like you spilled some of the potion!" You say, bending down and running your hand through Maggie's juices. Unable to resist, you lick your fingers, tasting her juices. "Oh, um yeah. Sorry about that," Maggie says flushing a deep red again. Behind her the cushion has a large dark stain from the rest of Maggie's orgasm. "I guess I should get back to work," You say insincerely, "See you later Mags." "Bye $name." Maggie responds, eager to see you on your way. As you walk home, you wonder what the aphrodesiac's effect would be if you used it on her while working at the tavern. [[Return Home|Continue]]

You spread the oil around on Maggie's bare breasts, surprised that she is taking it so well. Doing your best to remain professional, you work her cushiony breasts with your hands before moving lower and stroking the smooth skin of her stomach. You feel her muscles twitch as you tickle her, and Maggie giggles nervously. "How does it feel so far?" you ask. "Sort of tingly. It feels pretty good actually, and you're not bad at giving massages." Maggie says with a smile. She lays back and closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of your hands on her skin. You move across her body switching between tender and firm caresses. When you move your focus back to her oiled breasts, Maggie's breathing becomes labored. You feel her nipples perk up and gently circle them with your thumbs. Both of you lose yourselves in the sensuous massage. You forget about everything but you desire to make Maggie feel good, and Maggie forgets her usual prudishness, relaxing despite her half-nakedness. After a while your hands begin to feel sore, forcing you out of your daze. You pull your hands away and step back, still awestruck by Maggie's beautiful breasts. Maggie slowly opens her eyes, remembering where she is. As if realizing her chest is bare for the first time, she pulls her dress back up to cover herself. Without her bra, Maggie's nipples form gentle peaks in the fabric which make it difficult for you to look away. "That was really nice, $name." Maggie says, still a little uncertain if she should be feeling so good about the intimacy you just shared. "Thanks for helping me test the oil." You answer, gathering your bag and preparing to head out. "Just let me know if you want me to help again," Maggie says. As soon as she stops speaking she looks down, blushing. Even though she enjoyed it, something about the massage seemed improper to her. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<$energy -= 1>> <<set $maggie.corXP += 50>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +50 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>>

You approach the bed and uncork the bottle holding the oil based potion. You hear Maggie's breath shudder in anticipation as you slowly tilt the bottle above her chest. The thick oil streams out in a shimmering stream, spattering over her tits and spreading over them. The oil begins to soak into Maggie's perfectly smooth skin immediately, giving it an attractive shine. Maggie nibbles on her lip, excited about the coming massage. You wait for the oil to soak in a little more before moving to begin the massage. Maggie looks up at you with desire in her eyes as you stare at her bare breasts. <<if $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom") && $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>[[You cup your hands around Maggie's breasts.|MaggieEroticGrowth]]<<set $maggie.bust += 1>><<elseif $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>[[You cup your hands around Maggie's breasts.|MaggieGrowth]]<<set $maggie.bust += 1>><<elseif $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>[[You cup your hands around Maggie's breasts.|MaggieEroticMassage]]<<else>>[[You cup your hands around Maggie's breasts.|MaggieBreastMassage]]<</if>> <<potion clear>>

<<if $maggie.bust > 12>>\ <<set $maggie.bust to 12>>\ <</if>>\ You feel Maggie's heart beating under your palm as you hold her tits in your hand. As the hornet venom begins to take effect it speeds up until her heart is racing. Every beat spreads the hornet venom through her body, firing her up and filling her with lust. Still, the majority of the effect is centered on her breasts, and she begins to tremble just from the soft touch of your hands. You pull them away, careful not to overstimulate the poor girl. "How is the oil feeling?" you ask, looking into Maggie's eyes. Already her eyelids are drooping as the tension builds in her bosom. "It feels..." Maggie trails off, trying to focus despite the rising heat in her chest. "...It feels really warm and tingly." Maggie shifts slightly, causing her breasts to jiggle. Just that small motion makes her gasp as her tits become hypersensitive. The hornet venom isn't the only ingredient at play, however. Marest vine was also in the potion, and you see Maggie's chest flush pink and begin to slowly expand. Before your eyes, Maggie's tits go from <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>>s to looking like they would never fit in an <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> bra. Maggie moans as her burgeoning chest causes her skin to grow tight. The tightness would normally be uncomfortable, but due to the sensitivity caused by the hornet venom it makes Maggie squirm with pleasure. Maggie is unable to resist any longer, and her hands dart to her swollen breasts. She moans as her fingers make contact with her skin, resulting in more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. Seeing the normally modest girl pawing her breasts with abandon is quite a sight, but you don't want her to climax yet. You crawl over her, straddling her stomach and pulling her hands away, holding them down on the mattress. Maggie looks at you with lust crazed eyes which beg for you to release her. You don't comply. Instead you watch, feeling your own arousal growing as Maggie's tits baloon past normal proportions. Their massive size soon destroys the image of the young innocent girl, what you see beneath you looks more like a slutty bimbo, flushed and practically begging for attention. She starts actually begging a second later. "Please, $name. I know it's not right, but it will be my sin, not yours. Just let me touch myself." Maggie speaks desperately, occasionally breaking into a long whine. You meet her half focused eyes with a devious look, she's given you the perfect excuse. "No, Maggie. I can't let you do that. I wouldn't feel right letting you give in to this temptation." You tell her. Maggie groans with frustration, fighting against your grip. The growth of her breasts has slowed, but her nipples still stand erect as a testament to the sensitivity that lingers. Unable to satisfy herself, Maggie is slowly driven insane by the powerful influence of the hornet venom. You can see the torturous denial written on her face and it only turns you on more. Already her writhing between your legs has caused you to soak your underwear, and as she continues to struggle your sodden panties spread your juices across her trembling stomach. Occasionally your grind back against her, savoring the feeling of Maggie's unnaturally hot skin against your slit. Maggie, fortunately, doesn't seem to notice, completely distracted by potent venom running through her. Even without any other contact, the jiggle of Maggie's massive tits sends shocks through her body. The sensation teases Maggie, pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm that you know will be impossible to deny. When Maggie begins to rock her sweat slick body in a rhythm, you know she's close. The sensitized young woman is no longer fighting to escape, instead moving however she has to to get the most pleasure. Conveniently for you, this means bouncing in just the right way that your pussy slides up and down the soft and straining muscles of her stomach. Maggie's orgasm is slow and intense, beginning in her engorged breasts and spreading throughout her body. As the bliss runs through her back it arches involuntarily, and when it reaches her untouched pussy it spasms and spurts into her panties. Her thighs quiver and her toes tighten into cute curls which you might admire if her ecstasy hadn't caused her to press her stomach against your clit in just the right way. Your panties only increase the friction, sending you cascading into your own climax. You collapse onto your messy friend, shaking as you press yourself onto her oversensitive breasts. Finally given the stimulation she needed so badly, Maggie presses herself against you, wrapping her arms around you and forcing into a tight embrace. Maggie's eyes roll back with absolute ecstasy as she cums again. This time Maggie's orgasm overpowers her entirely, forcing her hips to buck as she creates a large damp spot on her bed. You can feel her breathing heavily beneath you, and when you recover from your own orgasm you pull yourself away. The climax seems to have exhausted Maggie completely, and she lays still on the bed. You slowly get off of her, admiring how her skin glistens from a combination of lepidenum oil, sweat, and your own lustful secretions. Even though you're used to it by now, you can still tell the room smells strongly of your messy feminine juices. Before you leave you take one last look at Maggie's breasts, appraising the effects of the potion. The large mounds rise and fall as Maggie sleeps peacefully. Her tits are still larger than before, but they are already much smaller than they were just minutes ago. Despite the stretching, Maggie's skin remains tight, giving her breasts a youthful firmness. By the time the effects of the potion wear off her breasts will only be a little bigger than when you started. As you open the door to her room to leave, Maggie's eyes slowly open. "$name?" she asks quietly. "Yes, Maggie?" "I'm sorry about what happened. Thanks for trying to help me resist temptation." Maggie's face wears an expression of pitiful shame. "You did well." you tell Maggie, comforting her enough that she slips back to sleep. [[Head Home|Witch's Hut]] <<set $energy -= 2>> <<first>>\ <<set $maggie.corXP += 500>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +500 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>>\ <</first>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.pushUnique("MaggieWardrobeMalfunction")>>\

You gently squeeze Maggie's breasts, causing her to gasp aloud. Already most of the oil has soaked into her skin, carrying the hornet venom with it as it inflames the tissue of her breasts. Her nipples press into your palms, hard as tiny pebbles. Maggie struggles not to react to the growing heat in her chest, blushing from the building sensation. Her breasts flush a deep red as well as they become swollen and sensitive. "Oh god, what is it doing to me?" Maggie asks through heavy breaths. "It seems like a side effect of the oil," you stammer, although you know fully well why her body is reacting this way. When you move your hands Maggie grits her teeth to keep from moaning like a whore. You see her toes curl with pleasure borne from potent hornet venom and know she is already on the brink of an orgasm just from your hands on her breasts. Maggie looks like she is ashamed to be feeling so aroused, but the shame is fading quickly into pure lust. Already her eyes have clouded over and you hear her breaths carrying hints of moans. You don't let up, deftly manipulating her swollen tits until Maggie can hardly think straight. You see her struggle to maintain what little composure she has left and decide to speed things up a little. You pinch her nipples gently, sending a visible jolt of pleasure through her body. "Ahh! G-god that's good!" Maggie shouts as her body begins to spasm. You look down at her dress just in time to see a wet spot form at the crotch as she squirts into her panties. Maggie is clearly surprised and ashamed of how powerful her orgasm was just from nipple stimulation alone, but it's not over yet. You keep your hands on her perfect breasts, enjoying the feeling of her slick softness beneath your palms. Maggie's moment of post orgasmic clarity is immediately washed away by another wave of artificial lust from the hornet venom. You look into Maggie's lust filled eyes with thinly veiled desire of your own. You can't resist moving your mouth to her swollen breasts, taking a nipple into your mouth and suckling at her teat. Maggie knows now that this has become more than just testing the oil, but she is powerless to stop you as another wave of pleasure runs through her. Maggie moans openly now, and assists you by mauling her other breast with her own hand, coaxing the overwhelming sensation out of her abused tit. It doesn't take long for her to reach another orgasm, expanding the dark patch on her dress. This time her orgasm doesn't seem to end, continuing into a series of powerful aftershocks which build to another orgasm. When you pull your mouth from her cushiony flesh, Maggie is trembling on her bed, face twisted into an expression of absolute bliss. You pull away, allowing her to calm down. "Sorry Maggie," you say, feigning remorse, "I didn't mean to let that get so out of hand." Maggie is still breathing heavily but she forces a smile. "It's okay $name." she says in a trembling voice. "You couldn't have known that it would do that to me. It's my fault as much as yours for letting it get to me that much." Her shameful expression seems genuine, but when she tries to cover herself the touch of cloth against her still sensitive breasts makes her moan. She blushes and pulls her dress away again. "I'm, uh, just going to wait in here for a while. I'll see you later $name." Maggie says. you can tell that that simple touch already has her getting worked up again. You want to see what she does but reluctantly leave her to her own devices. [[Continue|MaggieWorkDone]] <<first>>\ <<set $maggie.corXP += 500>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +500 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>>\ <</first>>

<<if $maggie.bust > 12>>\ <<set $maggie.bust to 12>>\ <<else>>\ <<set $maggie.corXP += 80>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +80 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>>\ <</if>>\ <<first>>\ It's hard to believe that you have your hands around Maggie's breasts. You have to remind yourself not to linger too long over her soft mounds, moving on to spread the oil across her tight stomach. You know that the majority of the marest vine has already soaked into her cushiony tits. "How does it feel?" you ask, reminding Maggie that she is supposed to be reporting the results. Maggie flushes slightly at the sensation of her friend massaging her bare chest. "It feels sort of tingly, but in a good way." she says, relaxing and closing her eyes. "Good," you say, moving your hands across her body. Her skin shimmers in the sunlight which filters in through her window, taking on a shiny sheen that only oil can produce. You keep massaging, feeling the beat of Maggie's heart in your palm as you cup one of her breasts. Maggie lets out a contented sigh, clearly enjoying your sensuous motions. After massaging her for a few minutes, Maggie suddenly looks up at you with a surprised look in her eyes. "My boobs," Maggie blushes, "they feel sort of tight. There's some pressure." Maggie seems a little concerned, but you comfort her with tender touches. Sure enough her breasts do feel a bit firmer than when you started. Her nipples have been hard since she took off her bra, but now they seem to poke out further than before. Maggie groans as her chest gets uncomfortably tight. Even with you massaging her, the discomfort is evident in her face. "What's happening?" Maggie asks, looking down at her chest. "This might be a side effect of some sort," you tell her, watching in amazement as her chest seems to expand with each breath she takes. Her breasts stay firm in your grip, but have definitely grown. There's not enough difference that someone who hadn't seen Maggie in a while would notice, but you can definitely tell. When you caress her breasts again Maggie moans softly under her breath. She blushes profusely when she realizes the sound she just made. "Still tight?" you ask. "No, they actually feel really good now. I guess it works." Maggie says shyly. "Good. Thanks for your help, Maggie. you can get dressed if you want." Maggie seems disappointed that you're done but gets dressed anyway. When she tries to pull the straps of her dress back onto her shoulders a confused look crosses her face. "I swear this dress fit better..." Maggie mutters, squishing her boobs down when she finally gets it on. You gawk at her cleavage, admiring her new <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts. You thank Maggie again and head home. <<finally>>\ You give Maggie's boobs a firm squeeze, making Maggie sigh. She relaxes on the bed, letting you massage her breasts. Maggie seems to have let go of her concerns about having you touch her, although you aren't sure if that is because she likes how it feels or if she just wants the enhancements the oil provides. Maggie's tits were not small to begin with, but your treatments have caused them to grow. Although she was once on the small side of a C cup, Maggie's tits are now definitely <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>>s. Despite their size, Maggie's tits have retained their firm roundness, and as she lays back on the bed they settle into perfect round pillows of flesh. Only her dark areolas and a collection of light freckles on her cleavage break up the soft milky tone of her skin. <<if $maggie.bust < 5>>\ <<elseif $maggie.bust < 8>>\ Maggie's breasts have certainly grown since you started giving her the oil, and now seeing them exposed in front of you the change is clear. Her tits are no longer nicely proportioned. While they once complimented her curvy figure, they now distract from the rest of her otherwise petite body. <<else>>\ Her pretty, feminine face once looked cute and innocent, but now paired with her obscene breasts her attractive features make her look suggestive and scandalously immodest. The woman laying topless on the bed before you would fit in better at a brothel than in a church. You shudder when you think of how far your friend has come. <</if>>\ "Are you going to start?" Maggie asks, looking up at you longingly. You nod and begin to massage the attractive young woman, letting your hands explore her body. You linger on her plump breasts, teasing her hard nipples before moving up to her slender shoulders. Her muscles are tight but under your ministrations they give, relaxing along with the rest of her body. Maggie looks serene, resting with her eyes closed and taking heavy breaths. As the oil soaks in, however, her breaths become more labored. You make sure to sooth her aching breasts as they tighten and expand. Something about seeing her flesh stretch as she breathes heavily has your own body reacting. You feel warm thinking about how you are modifying Maggie's body, changing her natural appearance. Although Maggie must realize that your potion is what's causing her breasts to grow, she never says a word. You wonder if she is afraid to tell you //why// she accepts your massages so willingly: that she likes the changes that are happening, and she likes them because of what they do to the men around her. Maggie would never admit it, of course, but you can see it in her actions as she flaunts herself to the men at the tavern and you can see it in her eyes as she admires her own body. Once the tightness of the expansion passes, Maggie bites her lip as the tenderness begins. You know that her breasts will be sensitive for the next few hours, and trace teasing circles around her dark areolas. You delight in seeing her nipples perk up and stand out as Maggie warms up, but know you have to stop soon. When you finally pull your hands away, Maggie's face is flushed and her breathing is heavy. "I'm going to head home," you tell her. Maggie pulls her dress straps back over her shoulders, struggling to keep her <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts contained by the fabric. You flush at the sight of her almost bursting out of the obscenely tight fabric which only about an hour before fit perfectly. "I'll see you later. Thanks $name." Maggie says, almost too quickly. You have no doubt that she is ready to be alone so she can give herself some relief from the tension you so expertly built. You head out of her room and start on your way home. <</first>>\ [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<set $energy -= 2>> <<run $tavernMaggie.pushUnique("MaggieWardrobeMalfunction")>>\

"I brought some oil, if you want a quick massage," you say, pulling out a vial of lepidenum oil out of your bag. Maggie smiles warmly. "That sounds amazing!" she says, already clearing the table. Once she has a big enough clearing, Maggie strips out of her dress, looking at you flirtatiously as she reveals her bare breasts. You help her up onto the table, laying her back so you can easily pour the oil onto her skin. You grin to yourself as you pour the oil over Maggie's trembling <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts. The shimmering substance soaks in quickly, carrying the marest vine in the oil deep into her flesh. Almost immediately her breasts swell and you watch her nipples harden into pretty pink nubs. "My breasts feel so tight," Maggie groans. You move your hands to her tender breasts and squeeze gently, massaging her heaving orbs. Maggie sighs with relief as you ease the tension in her boobs. It doesn't take much to get Maggie moaning and squirming under your ministrations. Her skin definitely feels taut, and you can feel her chest expanding in your hands. When the growth finally slows, Maggie lets out a sigh of relief, shivering from the strange pleasure of her body changing permanently. You keep working her body with your hands, helping her relax. Finally Maggie opens her eyes and sits up. She seems a little surprised, unsure if she's imagining the new weight in her breasts. "Thanks $name. That helped a lot." Maggie says, grabbing the silky white strapless bra that Lily made her and starting to put it on. "No problem, I like giving you massages." you say. Maggie smiles at you, still struggling to hook the bra behind her back. "Can you help me out with this?" Maggie says in a frustrated tone. You quickly move behind her and pull the straps, straining to make the hooks connect. Maggie groans as the cups press into her newly expanded breasts. She breathes out, trying to minimize the space in her chest, but it's hopeless. You hear a quick tearing noise and Maggie squeaks as her tits break free of the stretched bra. "Oh no! $name what am I going to do?" Maggie says, looking down at her hefty boobs. She seems on the verge of tears when she sees the scraps of her bra in your hands. "You could just go without it," you suggest slowly. Maggie frowns but she yanks her dress off the floor and starts to put it on. You help her with the bodice, which fortunately fits over her breasts, albeit tightly. You can see at once why the bra was so important. You can easily make out the shape of her breasts and the dark circles of her nipples through the diaphanous fabric of the dress. Maggie stares at her reflection looking more and more upset. She looks like a slutty parody of a bride rather than the chaste girl she always imagined. "It's not so bad," you tell her, trying to encourage your friend. "I can't even tell from this angle. I think you can pull it off." "I'm going to have to," Maggie says, trying to arrange the fabric to better obscure her breasts. Moments later Maggie's mother bursts in, red faced and frustrated. "Maggie! It's time to start!" Catherine snaps, pulling Maggie towards the door. When she sees Maggie's breasts her face turns even redder. The normally quiet woman looks from her daughter's upset face to you, hitting you with a glare. She seems to immediately understand that you are responsible for her daughter's immodest garb, but she doesn't have time to scold you properly. "Find a seat, $name." she says curtly. You lower your head and hurry out to the main hall of the church, leaving Maggie to explain what happened to her mother. [[Continue|Ceremony]]

"I brought some oil, if you want a quick massage," you say, pulling out a vial of lepidenum oil out of your bag. Maggie smiles warmly. "That sounds amazing!" she says, already clearing the table. Once she has a big enough clearing, Maggie strips out of her dress, looking at you flirtatiously as she reveals her bare breasts. You help her up onto the table, laying her back so you can easily pour the oil onto her skin. Maggie relaxes, laying back on the table and closing her eyes as you put your hands on her smooth skin. You hear her breathing slow as you gently massage her shoulders. As you work, you think about what you want to do with the oil. You don't want to ruin the entire event, but you think it would be interesting to spice things up a little bit. You decide to only drip a few shimmering drops of the oil onto Maggie's nipples. Maggie moans as the oil soaks into her sensitive nubs. After a moment you start to rub the oil in, pinching and rolling her nipples between your fingers. Maggie's moans grow more frequent and erotic as her nipples harden, but just as she's getting into the stimulation, you move your hands lower to focus on her belly. You continue the massage returning to her nipples occasionally and dabbing more oil on them. When applied this slowly, the effects of the oil seem more gradual. The marest vine and hornet venom have already caused her nipples to swell slightly beyond their usual size, but it's so gradual that Maggie doesn't seem to notice. Finally you stop massaging her, giving Maggie time to get back into her wedding dress. When she slides the silky strapless bra over her breasts, Maggie gasps from the sensation in her nipples. She powers through, blushing as she pulls the rest of her elegant dress on. Once she's dressed, Maggie looks as angelic as ever, although her engorged nipples do poke out noticeably from the bodice of her dress. Maggie ignores the pulsing pleasure coming from her chest, going to work on her makeup. You watch her as she works, paying close attention to her nipples as they become more and more obvious. As her nipples grow, so does Maggie's arousal. You can tell she is becoming distracted when she makes a few mistakes putting on her eyeliner. Fixing them is frustrating as well due to a slight sweat that forms as her body heats up. Maggie barely manages to finish by the time her mother bursts in, red faced and frustrated. "Maggie! The wedding is about to start!" Catherine snaps, pulling Maggie towards the door. When she sees Maggie's breasts her face turns even redder. She maintains her propriety, ignoring her daughter's nipples. She knows it can't be from the temperature, as the room is actually pretty warm, but she doesn't want to think about the other reason her daughters nipples would be poking out like that. Catherine does glare at you, suspicious that you are involved in some way. "Find a seat, $name." she says curtly. You lower your head and hurry out to the main hall of the church, leaving Maggie alone with her mother. [[Continue|Ceremony]]

<<first>>"I want to show you something. Let's go to your room." You tell Maggie. She looks hesitant, but eventually nods and takes you to her room. Once inside you tell Maggie to lay back on her bed. She does, looking up at you with confused eyes. "What is it?" she asks. A month ago this would have all seemed pretty innocent to her, but due to her recent experiences, Maggie can't get dirty images of what could happen out of her head. The images are probably more accurate than she knows. You pull out your potion with a smile. "I just want to try out this massage oil. It's supposed to have calming properties which could be very useful for my job. I want you to describe how it makes you feel." "Oh... okay." Maggie says. "I'll need you to take off your shirt and bra." you say calmly. Maggie looks down at her chest. "I don't know, $name," she responds slowly, clearly feeling embarrassed by the request. "Sorry, Maggie, it's the only way to test it. Besides, we're both girls. It won't be anything I haven't seen before." Maggie finally nods, pulling the straps of her dress off her shoulders and sliding it down to her waist. Moments later she unhooks her bra and the cups slide away from her skin. You have seen tits before, but Maggie's <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> boobs are in a league of their own. They wobble gently as she tosses her bra to the floor. You stare at the smooth skin of her breasts and admire the stark contrast between her pale flesh and the dark areolas which ring her nipples. Before your eyes Maggie's nipples perk up, hardening in anticipation. Maggie sees you watching and crosses her arms over her chest. "Are you going to start?" Maggie asks you impatiently. You nod, approaching the bed and uncorking the bottle. You hear Maggie's breath catch in her throat as you gently move her arms away from her breasts. You hold the glass vial above her chest and slowly upturn it, dumping its contents. The silky oil runs over Maggie's heaving mounds, covering them in a gleaming shimmer. You wait for the oil to soak in a little before moving to begin the massage. <<if $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom") && $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>\ [[You cup your hands around Maggie's breasts.|MaggieEroticGrowth]] <<set $maggie.bust += 1>>\ <<elseif $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>\ [[You cup your hands around Maggie's breasts.|MaggieGrowth]] <<set $maggie.bust += 1>>\ <<elseif $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ [[You cup your hands around Maggie's breasts.|MaggieEroticMassage]] <<else>>\ [[You cup your hands around Maggie's breasts.|MaggieBreastMassage]] <</if>>\ <<finally>>\ "Want another massage?" you ask Maggie, "I could use some help doing more testing with the oil." You hope the previous experiences haven't scared too much to let you use more of the lepidenum oil potions on her. Maggie doesn't respond, she only nods slowly and gets up to go to her room. Once inside, she quickly lays down and strips off her top and bra, revealing her round <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts. You stare at the perfect orbs soaking in the delightful sight of her dark areolas. Already her nipples are hardening in anticipation. [[Massage Maggie's Breasts|MaggieBreastOilRepeat]] [[Change your mind.|DontMassage]] <</first>>\

You head to the back room to change into your uniform, preparing for a day of work at the tavern. Maggie arrives soon after you, seeming particularly cheerful. Her $maggie.haircolor hair looks especially perfect today, flowing onto her shoulders in silky strands that remind you of water. Maggie also wears a hint more makeup than usual, and it gives her face a feminine look which only exaggerates her natural beauty. The two of you make small talk as you change, but you notice Maggie struggling slightly to get her top on. Her breasts don't fit very well into the tight garment, especially due to their recent growth, and Maggie has to force them uncomfortably into the shirt. A brief glimpse of her dark areolas tells you she has already foregone wearing a bra. The close fitting uniform may be uncomfortable for her, but it looks great to you. Her top presses Maggie's tits together tightly, showing off their size and giving you a nice view of her cleavage. Maggie blushes as she sees you staring at her décolletage, but she says nothing. You can tell that although the strained fabric of her top makes her look indecent, Maggie is excited to be seen. To make things even better, the bottom of her shirt keeps sliding up, briefly exposing her midriff before she pulls it back down. "Does her uniform look too small to you?" Derrick asks you when you get a moment's break from cleaning the tavern. You look at Maggie, who has been uncomfortably trying to ignore her indecent appearance and the subtle flush of warmth that she feels anytime she is reminded of it. "I think her breasts have grown." you say, not letting Derrick know you were the cause of the sudden growth. "Seems odd at her age. Hopefully she's not pregnant. That would really mess things up with Brendon." Derrick muses, looking concerned. "I don't think that's the case, it's not impossible to have a growth spurt, and there are even ways to encourage it." you say, knowing Derrick will defer to your authority on the subject of women. "I suppose so. I'll have to get her uniform tailored." Derrick mutters. When night falls, Maggie seems to be growing frustrated by her uncomfortable outfit. The tightness of her top helps a little to keep her breasts in place, but they still bounce suggestively with every step. Occasionally she seems to flush with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment as her nipples poke out through the thin fabric, but there's nothing she can do but weather the stares and remarks of the patrons. Even though she is frustrated, the extra attention garnered by the outfit begins to turn her on. Throughout the night men get even more handsy than usual, occasionally even cupping her breasts as she places mugs of ale on the tables. "Her tits look bigger every time I see them, I love it!" you overhear a drunken man telling his compatriot. The other man doesn't seem so enthusiastic. "I don't know. She doesn't look as innocent any more. I think I liked her better before." Despite his complaints, the man happily spanks Maggie the next time she passes the table, causing her to giggle. Her breasts bounce as she laughs, almost breaking free of her shirt. Later in the night your attention is drawn to Maggie once again when you hear a loud crash. A particularly drunken patron must have just gotten a little too bold, causing Maggie to stumble and spill a mug of ale. She whirls on the man casting a furious glare at him. The man ignores her anger, oogling her jiggling titflesh and her soft tantalizing midriff. Maggie yanks her shirt down to conceal her belly, but in her frustration she pulls harder than usual. You hear a slight tearing noise as both of Maggie's <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts break free of their tight fabric, giving the entire room a glimpse of her small dark areolas and her hardened nipples. Maggie lets out an embarrassed squeak, blushing a deep red and freezing up in front of everyone. The men around the room erupt into laughter, some pointing and some whistling and catcalling as Maggie panics. Finally catching a glimpse of the breasts they've lusted after for so long has the men incredibly worked up, and you notice more than a few hiding their growing erections. When Maggie finally recovers from the initial shock, her first reaction is to try and shove her breasts back into the shirt. It's a terrible mistake. Maybe if she wasn't shaking from embarrassment she would be able to fit herself back in, but all she ends up doing is fondling her tits as she struggles with them. She finally gives up with a huff, running towards the back room with tears in her eyes. Her tits bounce lewdly as she hurries through the room giving the men even more of a show. You head to the bar and catch Derrick's attention. "I'm going to go back and check on her," you tell the bartender. "That's probably for the best. Girl's probably mortified." he says, his face showing genuine concern. Seeing Derrick's compassion makes you a little ashamed that you're mostly aroused by the sight of Maggie being humiliated in front of the bar, and you head towards the back room preparing yourself to comfort your friend. When you slide open the door, however, you are greeted by a soft wet sound and the unmistakable smell of Maggie's arousal. You immediately slow your steps, trying to conceal your presence. Fortunately Maggie doesn't seem to have noticed you entering. When you peek around the corner into the back, you see Maggie sprawled on some sacks of flour with her eyes pressed shut. The tears have ruined her makeup, spreading dark lines of mascara down her blushing cheeks. Her tits are still hanging out of her shirt, and judging from the reddish tint to her taut nipples she has been giving them some attention. Currently, however, the naughty barmaid's fingers are delving into her juicy pussy. Both hands work in concert, one probing her aching cunt while the other stimulates her clit. Her drenched panties have been pulled down to her ankles, holding her legs together even as they fight to spread apart. It seems Maggie enjoyed the humiliation more than you thought. It doesn't take long for the little slut to make herself cum, clenching her muscles as a spurt of femcum squirts from her needy pussy. "Oh gods yes!" she moans, sending a wave of heat through your body. You knew that she got off on being seen, but you're amazed by just how much her body is reacting. Before her orgasm ends she collapses, drooling through clenched teeth as she fights the urge to vocalize her ecstasy. Before you head back out you take one last look at Maggie, marvelling at how far she's come. A couple months ago you would never have even recognized the girl before you. It's still strange to think that the messy looking woman before you with her tits out and fingers pressed to her pussy is the modest girl you knew as a child. Still behind her drooling lips and mascara streaked face you see the girl you know. You can't wait to see who she becomes another month from now. "Was she alright?" Derrick asks you. "Yeah," you say with a subtle smirk. "I think she was alright." A little while later, Maggie emerges from the back. She's dressed in her normal clothes, a dress which is still tight around the chest, but not nearly as bad as her uniform. She's washed the makeup from her face and cleaned up nicely, looking proper once again. She helps you clean up after the night's customers, not saying a word about the embarrassing events of earlier. [[Head home.|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 500>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +500 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>>\ <<set $alcohol += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieWardrobeMalfunction")>>\

"Tell me about Brendon. Is he still as wild as he was when he was younger?" you ask Maggie. You remember when all of the girls were in love with Brendon. He always made sure not to choose any one girl in particular, leaving empty promises in his wake. He had wanted to be an adventurer back then, inspired by stories of the road from his father's merchant days. When you remind Maggie of her fiance's past, she seems a little resentful. "Certainly not. Brendon is a perfect gentleman. We go on walks together and he's promised that someday we'll take over the tavern from Derrick and raise a family there. I can imagine it now. Brendon working the bar as I put the kids to bed." she seems exuberant at the thought. "I didn't realize that Brendon wanted a life that's so... domestic. I always heard he wanted to leave and make his own way in the world" "He did," Maggie admits, "but he doesn't want that anymore. He's chosen me." You hope for Maggie's sake that he sticks with his decision. [[Keep Talking|MaggieConversationStart]]

<<if $flags.includes("WeddingComplete")>>\ You head out back towards the the modest house where Brendon and Maggie live with Derrick while they prepare to have their own house built. Although the house is modest, it has more than enough room to house all of them, with plenty of privacy due to the lack of a kitchen. Anytime they need to cook, they use the kitchen in the tavern. You knock on the door and Maggie opens it, looking as beautiful as ever. She is wearing a plain dress, but she makes it look elegant on her gorgeous body. "Hey $name." Maggie says with a smile. She invites you inside to the nicely decorated living room which seperates Maggie and Brendon's bedroom from Derrick's and pulls up a chair for you. You both sit down. <<else>>\ "I just want to talk," You respond. "Well, come in." Maggie gestures for you to follow her and you both sit down in her living room. "What did you want to talk about?" <</if>>\ [[Ask Maggie about Brendon.|MaggieBrendonTalk]] <<if !$flags.includes("Dress") && $quests.includes("Wedding")>>\ [[Ask Maggie if she has a wedding dress.|MaggieGetDress]] <</if>>\ <<if !$quests.includes("Wedding") && $maggie.corruption >= 5 && !$flags.includes("NoWedding") && !$flags.includes("WeddingComplete")>>\ [[Talk to Maggie about her upcoming wedding.|MaggieWeddingQuestStart]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("MaggiePotion") && $ingredients[0]>>\ [[Give Maggie a Potion|MaggiePotion]] <<else>>\ [[Ask About Pain Potion|MaggiePotionConvo]] <</if>>\ <<if $base == "oil" && $maggie.corruption >= 4>>\ [[Use oil on Maggie|MaggieOil]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("MaggieTavern")>>[[Convince Maggie to work at the tavern.|MaggieTalkTavern]]<</if>> [[End Conversation|DreyerHouse]]

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<<if $maggie.addictiontype == "">>\ You wait for a little bit, letting the potion work on Maggie. You aren't quite sure how long it takes for the adicia leaves to fully take effect, so you're left guessing if she is ready for what you have planned. You make small talk with Maggie, biding your time until you grow impatient. Might as well try now. <<if $cum > 0>>\ [[Try to get Maggie to drink cum.|MaggieCumDrink]] <</if>>\ /*[[Have Maggie eat you out.|MaggieFemcumAddiction]]*/ [[Just leave her alone.|MaggieNoAddiction]] <<elseif $maggie.addictiontype == "cum">>\ You soon notice Maggie blushing as her craving for cum is ignited by the adicia leaves. You smile knowing that her body has developed an addiction. Even just the thought of the salty substance arouses her at this point, and even a couple days without strips her of any ability to deny herself. <<set $maggie.addictionlevel += 5>>\ <<if $maggie.addictionlevel >= 25>> Maggie's flush deepens and she looks at you desperately. You see an aching desire in her eyes. "Ughh, $name," she gasps, "do you have any..." she trails off, not wanting to say the word. "Any what?" you ask, feigning innocence. Maggie groans. You raise your eyebrows in anticipation. "Any //cum//." Maggie finally whispers. Simply saying the word makes her shiver with need. She squirms in her seat and presses a hand between her thighs. She's really getting worked up. <<if $cum > 0>>\ [[Give Maggie a bottle of cum.|MaggieLickUpCum]] <</if>>\ [[Tell Maggie you don't have any.|MaggieCumDissappointed]] <<else>>\ <<if $cum > 0>>\ [[Offer Maggie a bottle of cum.|MaggieSipCum]] <</if>>\ [[Head home.|MaggieCumLeave]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\

"I don't, actually." you tell Maggie with a cruel smile. Maggie whines in frustration but then takes a few deep breaths. "Oh, I'll be alright." Maggie says weakly. You get the distinct feeling she won't be alright, but you figure that's her problem. You say your goodbyes and head home. [[Head home.|Witch's Hut]] <<set $energy -= 1>>\

You pull out a glass bottle full of a milky white substance. It is corked and sealed with a preservation spell, keeping the cum fresh and even slightly warm. You uncork it, smelling the heady scent of the cum inside. Maggie watches you with curiosity. <<if $maggie.corruption <= 3>>\ "Here, drink this. It will help the potion work." You tell Maggie, handing her the bottle. Maggie smells it and grimaces. "I don't know, $name. This seems pretty gross," As if to prove her point, Maggie dumps a little bit of the sticky substance on her fingers, examining it up close. After a moment, she wipes it on her dress and hands the bottle back. "No thanks. I think the potion is working fine on its own." Maggie says. You can't tell if she realized what was in the bottle or not. <<if $player.addictiontype == "cum" && player.addictionlevel >= 10>>\ You are disappointed that Maggie won't drink the cum, but you probably shouldn't have expected her to. You say your goodbyes and leave Maggie's house. Once outside, you notice you still have the bottle of cum in your hand. //It would be a shame to let this go to waste,// you think. Your mouth begins to water as your own insatiable craving kicks in. You have to stop walking as you eagerly slurp the thick salty substance from the bottle, downing it all with a satisfied gulp. Already you feel less tense, and a faint arousal rises within you. //Why is cum so good?// you think before heading home. <<set $cum -= 1>>\ <<set $energy -= 1>>\ <<else>>\ You are disappointed that Maggie won't drink the cum, but you probably shouldn't have expected her to. You say your goodbyes and leave Maggie's house. Once outside, you notice you still have the bottle of cum in your hand. You re-cork it and slip it back into your bag, saying a quick preservation spell to save it for later. <<set $energy -= 1>>\ <</if>>\ [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<else>>\ "Here, drink this, it will help the potion work." you tell Maggie, handing her the glass bottle full of cum. Maggie looks at it, sniffing the bottle and swirling the thick liquid. Maggie seems to realize exactly what's in the bottle, but she doesn't say a word. For a second you think she is going to give it back to you, but then she brings the bottle to her lips and drains it in a couple quick gulps. When she lowers the bottle her cheeks are flushed. "That was actually kind of good," Maggie murmurs. You swear you can pinpoint the moment when she realizes that she wants more. You decide to make her wait, to let her need build until she's begging you for more. You smile to yourself at the lewd thought and say goodbye to Maggie. She thanks you for the potion before you head home, excited to see how Maggie is influenced in the future. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<set $cum -= 1>>\ <<set $energy -= 1>>\ <<set $maggie.addictiontype to "cum">>\ <</if>>\

You can tell that Maggie is struggling with her need for cum, but you can't help her. You say your goodbyes and head back home. [[Head home.|Witch's Hut]] <<set $energy -= 1>>\

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Maggie watches you closely as you reach for your bag. You give her a teasing smile as you pull a small bottle of cum from your bag. The bottle is slightly warm, preserved magically by a preservation spell. When you uncork it, the faint smell of fresh cum wafts into the air. Immediately, Maggie's eyes go wild with need. She practically strokes her pussy through the skirt of her dress as her mouth waters. You realize that she would do anything for the contents of the small glass bottle in your hand. "Want this?" you ask. Maggie nods eagerly. You give her a devious smile and upturn the bottle, letting the contents drip onto the wooden floor. Before the cum can cool Maggie is out of her seat and on all fours. You watch her pretty face as she lowers it to the ground and begins to lap at the floor, shivering at the taste. Maggie moans as she gets her fix, letting her hand find its way under her panties. Soon you can hear the wet sounds of her hand on her cunt as she licks the floor clean. The sight of her degrading herself on her living room floor for a few drops of cum is incredibly arousing. Even when it's all gone she still licks the spot, whining for more. You feel some pity and give her the bottle to lick clean and she accepts it with a grateful moan. As she desperately slurps at the glass she continues to work her pussy. By now, the smell of her arousal has overpowered the scent of cum, and judging by the juicy noises of her fingers, she's about to reach a cum fuelled orgasm. Sure enough, Maggie cries out in ecstasy, shivering as her pussy clenches and squirts, soaking her hand, staining her dress, and creating a puddle of lust on the floor. You smile at the depraved cumslut before you, admiring how far she's come from the chaste young woman she was just a few months ago. When Maggie's breathing slows, she looks up at you shamefully. You can see in her eyes that she wouldn't turn down another bottle if you offered it, but you decide to make her wait. You tell her goodbye and leave her to clean up her mess. [[Head home.|Witch's Hut]] <<set $cum -= 1>>\ <<set $energy -= 2>>\ <<set $maggie.addictionlevel to 0>>\

You don't have anything to give Maggie now, so you say your goodbyes and head home. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]]

You reach into your bag and pull out a bottle of cum, corked and preserved magically. Maggie watches it with a hint of desire in her eyes but says nothing. "Want this?" you ask her, holding the bottle out. To her credit, Maggie controls her urges, shaking her head. Still, you can see it is difficult for her to turn down a bottle of cum. "I'm alright," she says under her breath. "You sure?" you ask, uncorking the bottle. Only a faint scent of cum can escape through the small opening in the glass bottle, but Maggie picks up on it immediately. She closes her eyes and bites her lip, fighting the powerful urges inside her. You can see her nipples poking out through her dress and a faint blush on her cheeks, signalling the arousal the exposure is inspiring inside her. You bet if you could see her pussy it would be glistening with moisture at the promise of cum. Finally she sighs and opens her eyes, looking down shamefully as she extends an open hand for the bottle. You grin and give it to her, watching as she holds it to her nose, taking a deep breath and shivering at the aroma of the semen. For a moment she forgets everything but the bottle of cum in front of her, smiling and tilting her head back. Maggie lets the cum dribble from the mouth of the bottle onto her luscious lips, coating them with a shimmering layer of spunk before licking them clean. Her whole body trembles with delight as she samples the flavor and her other hand moves unbidden to her crotch. Slowly, Maggie devours every last drop in the bottle, licking the glass clean. By the time she finishes you can smell her arousal in the air and see a damp spot on the skirt of her dress where she pushed it against her drooling snatch. You smile when she opens her eyes again, remembering where she is. Her cheeks flush and she stands up. "Sorry, $name. I have to go. See you later?" she asks. You nod, looking at her with an openly lusty stare that causes the pretty girl to blush even more. You suspect she's going to her room to masturbate, but you decide to give her some privacy and head home. <<set $cum -= 1>>\ <<set $energy -= 2>>\ <<set $maggie.addictionlevel to 0>>\ [[Head home.|Continue]]

"Let's go to your room," you say to Maggie with a commanding edge to your voice. She giggles and nods but her face flushes slightly. You wonder what she's imagining. Maggie grabs her dress and guides you down the hall to her room. Once inside her room you look around at the plain furnishings. Her room has a single bed and a small nightstand with a holy book on it. The wall has an image of Vessa, the chaste mother of the gods hanging from it, probably for Maggie's nightly prayers. She sees you looking at it and pulls the painting from the wall, laying it face down on the nightstand. Even in her intoxicated state she knows you're about to do something shameful. If only she knew how shameful… "Get out your wedding dress." you command her. Maggie freezes, looking for a second like she is going to disobey you. The hesitation passes in a moment, and Maggie blushes as she slides the wrapped dress out from beneath her bed. "Unwrap it." you say to her, and Maggie meekly obeys. <<if $flags.includesAll("DressFemcum", "DressCum")>>\ You are shocked to see the mess of a dress that Maggie pulls from the wrappings. She blushes a deep red as you gawk at the garment before you. It has obvious cum stains and the faint odor of sex clings to the fabric. You're amazed and a little turned on that Maggie hasn't washed it yet. The dress would better fit a depraved whore than a newlywed. Time to ruin it even more. \ <<elseif $flags.includes("DressFemcum")>>\ The dress she pulls from the wrappings is still beautiful, but it has a few light stains, only visible from up close. It also smells faintly of pussy, bringing to mind all the abuse the dress has received. You can't believe that she hasn't washed the garment off yet. \ <<elseif $flags.includes("DressCum")>>\ The dress Maggie pulls out is almost as nice as it started, but there are a few noticeable cum stains on it, betraying the fact that Maggie hasn't exactly been faithful. \ <<else>>\ Maggie's dress is as pure as ever, beautiful and as white as snow. You grin, excited to change that. \ <</if>> Maggie lifts the dress and begins to put it on, but you shake your head. "I want you naked." you tell her. Maggie blushes but strips off her bra and panties like a good girl. You take a moment to admire her curves. You r mouth waters looking at her tight body and round breasts. The fact that she is blushing with embarrassment as she presents herself to you only makes you more eager to continue. "Take the dress and put it against your pussy." Maggie's eyes widen when she hears your command but the mesmer pollen potion is too powerful for her. Your smile widens as her arms shakily move the wedding dress to her slit. Just before it is covered by the white dress, you see a drop of her arousal bead on her nether lips. You don't even have to tell her what to do next, Maggie already grinds her hips against the delicate fabric of the dress, smearing it with her pussy juices. "Goog girl. Keep going until you cum all over your wedding dress," you say, making her whine with need. Her inhibitions may be lowered, but some part of her deep down must be enjoying this. Maggie continues rubbing herself through the dress, moaning quietly as her body reacts to the silky touch of the chiffon dress. "Keep going. I want you to make a mess." You say, giving in to your own lust and pushing a hand into your panties. You masturbate yourself to the sight of Maggie profaning her wedding dress and loving it. As she continues her moaning gets louder and she begins to go above and beyond your commands. You watch her push part of the dress into her sopping pussy, thoroughly coating it with her slimy arousal. When she pulls it free from her cunt she whines with delight at the sensation. You can tell from the lusty expression on her face that she won't be able to hold back her climax much longer. She cries out in pleasure when the orgasm finally arrives and you watch her entire body tighten. Her hand trembles as she mashes the fabric against her cunt, squealing from the delightful friction. Her pussy clenches and then she squirts, spraying her hot femcum onto the dress. The fabric quickly absorbs her juices, darkening as it grows damp. You reach your own orgasm, moaning as you watch Maggie sink to the floor. When the two of you finish, the room smells strongly of your feminine juices. Maggie looks up at you with a pitiful face, as if to ask you if she can be done now. You smile at her. "Now you can put it on." You tell her. The effects of the potion must still have some influence on her because she doesn't wait to stand up and slowly puts the dress on. Despite the dark wet spots all over the garment it still looks stunning on her. There is something undeniably hot about such a pure dress being coated with her own lustful secretions. You feel your pussy stir at the sight of the blushing slut in front of you, and you can tell Maggie is getting worked up as well from the depravity of being completely covered in femcum. "You look beautiful," you tell Maggie. She blushes at the compliment, and looks down at herself. You see her cringe as she is reminded of the state of her wedding dress but a slight shiver tells you that she enjoys the sight almost as much as you. You decide to leave her to whatever she is about to do. You head home with thoughts of Maggie in compromising positions clouding your mind. <<run $flags.pushUnique("DressFemcum")>>\ [[Continue]]

You look the beautiful girl sitting down in front of you over with lusty eyes. Maggie's $maggie.haircolor hair is perfect as ever but her eyes have lost their usual eager alertness, instead replaced by a foggy quality that belies her muddled mental state. Despite her temporarily diminished inhibitions and intelligence, Maggie seems more content than ever. "Stand up," you command her, keeping it short and sweet. Your sudden harsh tone leaves Maggie no time to contemplate your order. The curvy twenty-two year old stands at once, her <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts jiggling slightly from the abruptness of her motion. "Good," you say, regarding her with a smile, "now I want you to undress for me." Maggie seems to hesitate at your command, but her clouded mind is incapable of disobeying. Slowly, Maggie pulls the straps of her dress off of her smooth shoulders, letting them fall down her arms. Without the straps to support it, the bust of her dress crumples, revealing an appealing sight. Maggie's generous cleavage is supported by her modest bra which presses her ample flesh into the perfect shape. You fight the urge to reach out and touch her plump chest. As Maggie steps out of the rest of her dress, you gaze at her panties. They clearly weren't intended to be sexy, made of a plain white fabric which covers everything, but the cloth is thin enough that you can make out the faint shape of her pink pussy through the crotch. If she were wet you would be able to see a lot more. As Maggie stands before you in only her underwear, her face flushes slightly. She is embarrassed to be so exposed in front of you, but it is a distant embarrassment, held at bay by the effects of the mesmer pollen. The feeling doesn't seem important compared to the growing arousal that she feels from seeing one of her best friends stare at her body. <<if $maggie.corruption < 3>>\ You certainly aren't done yet, either. You're afraid that if you asked her to take off her underwear, the spell will be broken, but you don't want to stop yet. You stand up and approach her, still soaking up her beautiful body with your stare. Circling Maggie like a bird of prey, you begin to notice signs of arousal. Her breath picks up, occasionally catching in her throat as she shivers. Two small crests form in the fabric of her bra, hinting at the taut and sensitive flesh beneath. Best of all, her pussy grows damp, forming a small dark patch at her crotch. "Spread your legs for me." You say. Once again, Maggie seems hesitant to comply. Worries about modesty, sin, and the risk of being caught float through her mind but none compare to the worry of disappointing you. She slowly steps her legs apart, standing in a wide stance. You see flushed red skin peek out from the edge of the fabric and you kneel before her to inspect it. Maggie shudders as you lean close enough to her pussy that she can feel your warm breath on her skin. The faint damp line on her panties widens as her pussy leaks another wave of juices. With your face so close to her cunt you can smell her womanly aroma filling your nose with it's heady scent. You long to stretch your tongue out and lick the juices from the fabric, but you know that Maggie would never allow something like that to happen. Instead you wait, teasing her with your very presence. If she won't let you touch her then you'll just have to make her want it. Maggie does want you to lick her. She wants it so badly that she almost pushes your head into her crotch. Still, years of religious shame overcomes the desire and she holds back, tortured by the warring emotions within her. Even if her modesty can keep her from sin now, she knows that later she will reach a shameful climax from grinding her pussy against her pillow. You finally stand up, afraid that you won't be able to resist if you look much longer. You tell Maggie she can put her dress back on, and she does quickly. Both of you are flushed and breathing heavily when you leave. You tell her goodbye and hurry home, aroused from the experience. <<elseif $maggie.corruption < 5>>\ "Pick up your dress and show me to your room." You command. This command is relatively easy for Maggie to obey, so she complies without hesitation, even taking you by the hand as she guides you through the hall. You stare as her round ass bounces with every step. You feel the desire to spank it like the men in the tavern do, but hold back for now. You don't want to push her too much too soon. When you arrive in Maggie's room you lock the door and tell Maggie to sit on her bed. She bites her lip, trying not to think about her state of undress as she waits for you. Her room is somewhat small, but the furniture inside is very well made. She has a nightstand with a copy of one of the holy books, a collection of stories about the gods. On the wall hangs a somber looking painting of Vessa, the mother of Malcarick and Tirsis, and the very image of purity. When Maggie sees you looking at the icon, she blushes. The church teaches chastity and yet here she is stripped to her underclothes on her bed in front of another woman. You smile, knowing you're only going to push her further. "I know you feel sexual urges from time to time." You say, looking Maggie in the eyes. She stares back hazily, drunk from your potion's mind altering effects. "I want you to show me how you deal with them." Maggie looks like she is about to protest, but the mesmer pollen makes it difficult for her to articulate her resistance. She gives up shortly and blushes as she kneels on her soft mattress and moves to the center of her bed. So far this isn't at all what you expected. You approach her slowly, trying not to distract her from her activity. Maggie's breathing picks up as her body reacts to her surroundings. She's done these exact shameful motions often before, and so instinct takes over when her modesty tries to stop her. Maggie reaches out and pulls her fluffy pillow towards her, pushing it between her legs. You watch as she straddles the soft cushion, finally understanding. Once she finds the perfect position, Maggie sighs and slides her wide hips forward, dragging her pussy across the fabric of her pillow. The friction between her panties and the pillowcase resonates in her clit, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Distantly her mind screams at her to stop, that it's a humiliating sin to show this to anyone, but she is so turned on she only rocks her hips faster. Watching the display has you turned on as well. You always thought of Maggie as so chaste, but judging by the stains on her pillowcase this isn't a one time thing. Even now her moisture has begun to soak through her panties, making dark streaks on the cushion below. As the pleasure builds, Maggie tries to hold back, telling herself that she won't cum. It's a lie she has told herself many times, and as usual her body ignores it, working desperately towards that sweet delight. When she comes she shakes and moans, rocking rapidly on the bed. You see her hips jerk forward cutely and a small spurt of juices squirt through her panties onto her pillow. After her orgasm ebbs, Maggie collapses onto her bed, feeling guilt and shame run through her. "I'm going to take a nap, $name. You can go," Maggie says pitifully, pulling her pillow from between her thighs and resting her head on the dry side. "Flip your pillow around before I go." You say, trying your luck with one last command. To your surprise the potion must still be lowering her inhibitions because Maggie shamefully turns it over and puts her face onto the wet spot she created. The depravity of it makes you even more turned on, but you know you have to go. You leave Maggie alone, heading home. Although you expect her to turn the pillow back over after you leave, Maggie doesn't move, secretly enjoying the smell of her disgraceful orgasm. <<set $maggie.corXP += 50>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +50 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <</if>>\ [[Continue|MaggieWorkDone]]

"Want to stay the night?" you ask Maggie hopefully. "You can spend your last night as a bachelorette with me." you say with a smile. She bites her lip and then nods at you, staring at you with bedroom eyes. It doesn't take long before you are both locked together again, this time in your bed. You kiss each other desperately, sliding your skin against hers. You've wanted this for so long, but feeling the heat of her body is even better than you expected. You moan as her lips slide down your neck, finding your collar and tracing a teasing line to your chest. Maggie leads, pulling your shift over your head and tossing it to a heap on the floor. With your breasts exposed, Maggie is free to tease your hardening nipples with her tongue, forcing you to gasp with pleasure. Her assault on your breasts distracts you as her thumbs lock around the waist of your panties and slowly slide them down your thighs. Maggie traces a tantalizing line down your belly with her tongue, toying with your belly button for a moment before descending lower. You want to encourage her but the feeling of her mouth on your skin robs you of your voice. Your lusty moans are the only sound as she tastes your pussy for the first time, lapping eagerly at the first beads of arousal that leak from your pink folds. Your eyes roll back as she licks you with a proficiency that you would never have expected a couple months ago. Her motions aren't perfect but she moves with a powerful desire that translates into pure pleasure. Before long you are bucking your hips against her mouth, unable to control your body under her onslaught. "Mmmh, you taste so good, $name." Maggie moans breathily, looking up at you with amorous eyes. You don't say anything, pulling her back up so you can kiss her on the lips and savor the taste of your pussy on her tongue. It's your turn to undress her now and you do so eagerly. Maggie sits up, letting you remove her dress. Her eyes glow in the dim candle light but even in the dark you can make out her curves. Her silhouette is the perfect shape. She smiles at you as you remove her bra and then bites her lip as you slide her panties down. As the oil lamp slowly dims Maggie slips against you. When you feel the hot moisture of her pussy against your thigh you gasp but her lips quickly move to yours, drawing you into a passionate kiss. Now that you are both naked you move against each other with more purpose. You feel Maggie's breathy moans on your neck as you push your fingers to her clit, tenderly coaxing it to attention. You can feel Maggie trembling as you flick your fingers over her with only one goal, to make her feel as good as she made you feel. Her body begins to move in time with your touches, reacting to every one of your movements. Soft whines fill the room as Maggie's anticipation builds. You've seen her come before, but this time feels so much more personal. Even though you can't make out much in the golden lamplight, You feel her shudder and tense against you, muffling her moans of ecstasy with your body. You don't relent, driven by a powerful desire to please your beautiful lover. Finally she bucks against you and you feel her pussy clench, squirting femcum onto the bed. Maggie cries out as her orgasm shakes her entire body. All you can do is hold her close, enjoying her reaction to your touches. Slowly Maggie's moans turn to giggles and she looks up at you with a smile. You don't see any sign of her usual guilt in her eyes. She has truly embraced her sexual side. You smile back, forgetting for the moment that this time tomorrow Maggie will be in a very different bed. "That was really great," Maggie says to you when she calms down a little. You still feel her juices on your skin but you sort of like the idea of spending the night in her arms, still covered in sweat and the results of your passion. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I have to make sure you don't forget me after you get your new toy." you tell her. Maggie giggles, thinking about Brendon. "I'm sure I'll still find time to spend with you," Maggie says, cuddling up against you. The two of you lie together, skin against skin until you drift off to sleep, comforted by her presence. [[Continue|WeddingMorning]] <<run $flags.pushUnique("MaggieSex")>>

"I brought that pain potion you asked about." You tell Maggie as you take a small vial from your bag. "Great, I hope it works as well as your last one." Maggie says, holding her hand out for the vial. You hand it to her. "Thanks, $name." "Anything for a friend." Maggie pulls the cork from the bottle and gives the potion a tentative sniff, scrunching up her nose at the earthy smell. After a second, she pinches her nose and takes a swig from the potion, barely letting it touch her tongue at all. When she swallows it, she re-corks the bottle and sets it on the table. "Not the best flavor," Maggie says with a laugh. "Yeah, sorry about that," you reply. You watch Maggie closely for any signs of the potion taking effect. <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot")>>\ The first thing you notice is Maggie's eyes getting a little unfocussed. Her cheeks take on a hint of red and you swear you can see her nipples poking out through her dress. "I think... umm... it's starting to work." She says slowly. <</if>>\ <<if $ingredients.includes("chamomile")>>\ She stifles a long yawn. The chamomile must be making her a little drowsy.<</if>> <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot") && $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>> [[Watch the potion take effect.|MaggieAphrodisiac]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("mesmerpollen") && $ingredients.includes("chamomile")>> As you watch, Maggie's yawns get longer and her eyes begin to gloss over. The conversation between the two of you wanes as Maggie loses focus. Her gradual descent into the powerful intoxication of the mesmer pollen makes you giddy with anticipation. You can't wait to see how far you can push her once her inhibitions are lowered. "That medicine's making me feel a little weird," Maggie tells you. Her voice sounds slow, like she has to concentrate to speak. "Sometimes feeling a little sleepy is one of the side effects." You tell her. Maggie giggles. "I guess that's what's happening to me." She says. Her focus seems to be all over the place now. [[Time to start telling her what to do.|MaggieMesmerized]] <<if $flags.includes("Dress")>>\ [[Tell her to get out her wedding dress.|MaggieMasturbateWithDress]] <</if>>\ <<elseif $ingredients.includes("adicialeaves") && $ingredients.includes("ginseng")>> [[Wait for the potion to kick in.|MaggieAdiciaLeavesPotion]] <<else>> The potion doesn't seem to have much more of an effect. [[Keep Talking|MaggieConversationStart]] <</if>> <<potion clear>> <<run $quests.delete("MaggiePotion")>>

"Have your cramps gone away?" you ask Maggie. "It still happens from time to time. Actually I was thinking that I could use some more of that medicine you gave me." she tells you. "Okay, I may add a little to it to make it more effective, but I'll bring it around as soon as possible." "Sounds good, thanks $name." Maggie says, flashing a perfect smile. <<run $quests.push("MaggiePotion")>>\ [[Keep Talking|MaggieConversationStart]]

The after party was an enjoyable experience. The tavern was beautifully decorated, just like Maggie always talked about. Everyone in attendance enjoyed the celebration of the new young couple, dancing and singing until the sun went down. More than a few of the townsfolk passed out long before the time came for Maggie and Brendon to make their way upstairs to one of the spare rooms, but there were still more than enough to fill the main hall with cheers when they did. While Maggie was taking a break from the constant dancing, you approached her to confirm your plans for the night. Now, you creep towards their door, stomach fluttering with excitement. If Maggie is following your plan, she'll be waiting on the other side, making excuses to Brendon to delay their coupling. You reach the door and knock once, the signal you agreed upon with Maggie. A moment later, the door swings open, revealing Maggie, still dressed in her wedding dress. A surprised looking Brendon sits behind her, shirt already off. You step in and smile hungrily at him. "Maggie, what's she doing here?" he asks his wife. Maggie gives him a nonchalant shrug. "I thought since you like fucking her so much, you would like us to share you." Maggie says casually. Brendon immediately looks down, feeling guilty that Maggie found out about you. It takes him a moment to really think about what Maggie said. You watch the two of them with a smile. "Wait, you're not mad?" Brendon asks, looking up at his wife. "Not so long as you never lie to me again. Now take off your pants." Maggie says to him, taking a dominant tone that you've never heard her use before. Brendon enthusiastically complies, stripping down to his underwear. You can see his cock already hard, and feel your mouth water as it pops free. It bounces in the air, as Brendon looks from you to Maggie, anticipating the fun the night will bring. Maggie strips next, pulling the wedding dress off and slipping out of her underclothes to stand naked before her newly wed husband. His cock throbs as he looks at his nubile young wife, fully exposed before him at last. Maggie walks towards him seductively, and plants a kiss on his forehead. You can tell Brendon is aching to fuck her, but something in Maggie's demeanor keeps him frozen in place. You watch as she lowers her hips towards his aching cock, hovering so close that Brendon can feel the heat from her pussy. He bucks forward, eager to claim her as his own, but Maggie is quicker, stepping back so that Brendon only thrusts into empty air. "Nuh uh," Maggie says playfully, Brendon groans in frustration, but he stays seated on the bed. Maggie looks over at you and gestures for you to come to her. [[Take control.|MaggieSubShare]] [[Let Maggie keep control.|MaggieDomShare]]

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"I was talking to Derrick," You start. "Derrick? Did he say anything about me and Brendon?" Maggie interrupts you with her question and you feel annoyed for a moment. "No, I just asked him if he needed any help around the tavern and he mentioned he could use another serving girl. I suggested that you could do it." "Hmm, I don't know, $name. It might be a little weird working with my fiance's father." Maggie looks down and plays with a strand of her perfect $maggie.haircolor hair. "Oh, come on. It will be fun! I'll be there, and Brendon will even be there on some days." You watch as Maggie's eyes light up at the sound of her future husband's name. "Okay, I'll do it." She says seriously. "Great! Just come to the tavern and meet me in the back room when you're ready to work." You feel the excitement in your voice and find yourself wondering how working at the tavern might change your chaste friend. [[Keep Talking|MaggieConversationStart]] <<run $quests.delete("MaggieTavern")>>

You decide you want to help out around the tavern. You head to the back room and close the door to change into your uniform. You slide off the longer dress you wore today and step out of it, grabbing the skirt you wear around the bar. Suddenly the door opens and you quickly cross your legs and cover your bra with your arms. "Oh! Sorry $name." Maggie says, hurrying in and shutting the door behind her. She looks at you in your underwear for a moment before starting to change into her own uniform. "You scared me, I thought you were Derrick." You say. "Wouldn't he like to catch you in your underwear," Maggie says, laughing. You laugh as well, surprised about the suggestive jest. The two of you get changed and head out to help clean the tavern. Derrick pulls you both to the side after a while, a look of moderate concern on his face. "Girls, a runner let me know earlier that a caravan will be coming through later tonight. $name, you probably know what that means, so help Maggie out." Derrick says, before going to load up some kegs of ale. "What does it mean?" Maggie asks hesitantly. "The caravans are used to city taverns where they're allowed to get a little more... handsy. I'll take care of the rowdier tables tonight if you want me to, but just be ready to ignore a little more tonight." You tell her. Maggie seems to understand. "Okay, but don't worry, $name. You don't have to protect me. I'm starting to get used to ignoring these //men//." She pronounces the word with a little disgust. "I don't want you to have to work harder just so I can be comfortable. If you're taking it, I will too." "Thanks Maggie," you respond, but you can't help but think that she doesn't know what she is getting herself into. Later that night a group of around fifteen men comes in, spreading out to different tables. You and Maggie quickly set to work, delivering stew and ale and collecting coins for Derrick. Thankfully you don't recognize any of the men. Like most nights, the patrons get more bold as the night goes on. You see an older man slap Maggie's $maggie.butt butt as she goes to wipe down the table. Maggie yelps, but to her credit she walks calmly away even as the man laughs. You get a few pinches and slaps as well, although much more of the attention is on Maggie. "Look at that beauty," You hear a man tell his friend. "Perfect tits and a perfect ass. I wish they weren't so prude in these small towns." You feel a little embarrassed when you hear him praise Maggie, and the next time you bring him ale you are sure to stick your hip out towards him, taunting him. You are rewarded with a pinch and you scurry away. As the night continues, the men get more and more drunk. It becomes a game for them to slap Maggie. Every time she gets hit she blushes and looks down, never scolding anyone. You are surprised that she is taking it so well. One man even tries to grab the waist of her skirt and pull it up, forcing her panties to ride up. Before she can escape, the man gives her bare butt a meaty slap underneath her skirt. The sound fills the air, and laughter almost drowns out the gasp Maggie makes as it happens. She steps away awkwardly, but gets back to work without complaint. Luckily, none of the men push her any further, sticking to slaps on the ass. The sound of the spanking gets so frequent at times that you wonder if Maggie is intentionally inviting them. She definitely doesn't seem to be moving as quickly as usual. When all of the men head off to bed, you and Maggie head to the back to change back into your normal clothes. You strip down and put on your dress, but Maggie seems hesitant. "You did well tonight," you tell her. She looks up at you with a grin. "Really?" "Yeah, I thought you wouldn't be able to ignore all those slaps, but you did." "I don't know..." Maggie trails off. "You did great," you reassure her. "I'm going to get some sleep." You say, leaving the back room. Almost immediately you realize you left your food back there and open the door to get it. While you were out, Maggie started to change, and you are greeted by her perky butt. Both of you freeze and you see the crimson red marks on her asscheeks from all of the spanks she received throughout the night. Maggie bends over quickly to pull up her skirt. You also feel a surge of heat run through you as you see her panties have ridden up between the lips of her pussy. The fabric is sodden with juices and even more arousal coats the inside of her thigh. She must have been walking around like that for most of the night even though it would have been easy to adjust. "Sorry!" You shout, turning away. Maggie looks more flushed than you've ever seen her. "It's alright," she peeps, ashamed of her condition. You quickly grab the basket of food and bottle of grain spirits and hurry home with memories of Maggie's drenched vagina in your head. She must have really enjoyed all the attention. [[Continue|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 10>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +10 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieCaravan")>>\

You head to the back of the tavern and find Maggie already there waiting for you. She has changed into her uniform and is sitting on a barrel adjusting her shoes when you arrive. As you enter the back room, Maggie jumps up, her <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts held firmly in place by her tight shirt. You notice how it accentuates her rack and shows a hint of cleavage. Maybe Derrick chose the size on purpose. "Hey $name," Maggie says when you arrive. She seems very enthusiastic today, and her energy makes you more excited to help out. "Hey Maggie. Ready to get to work?" She nods and the two of you head out to start helping Derrick. Despite the energizing start to the day, the work ends up being grueling. Derrick asks you two to help move kegs from the brewery to the tavern, and so your morning is spent lifting heavy oak casks of ale with Maggie. The hot summer sun ensures that both of you are sweating almost immediately. Despite the fatigue, every time Maggie sees Brendon working in the brewery she smiles cheerfully and gives a cute wave. Brendon responds with a dashing smile of his own, and sometimes blows a kiss to Maggie, making her giggle and blush. You try to ignore their sappiness and focus on the work. When the kegs are moved in, Derrick lifts them into place and carries the rest one by one into a cellar behind the bar to keep them cool. Although he can carry a whole keg by himself, the heat quickly makes him sweat as well. After he finishes stowing the extra kegs he sits down and sighs. "Should be getting Brendon to do that now that I'm getting older." Derrick grabs a mug from the counter and fills it up with newly tapped ale. You watch as he takes a large swig. Derrick notices you watching. "You two want a little ale to relax?" Derrick doesn't wait for an answer, filling a mug and passing it to you. "Thanks," you say, taking a sip. The ale tastes wheaty and refreshing. It's not as strong as the spirits Derrick supplies you with, but you can taste the alcohol. Derrick moves to fill another mug but Maggie stops him. "I don't know... I'm not really sure I should be drinking." "You Sure?" Derrick asks, surprised. "It ain't a sin to have a nice drink after some hard work." By the look on Maggie's face, you can tell piety was one thing she was worried about. "It's pretty good," you add. "Oh, okay. Half a mug. But only because it's so hot." Maggie says, wiping sweat from her brow. Derrick nods and fills the mug to a generous halfway mark, and passes the frothy drink to Maggie. She sips it slowly, as if she's afraid of it. After the first taste she grimaces slightly, but continues to sip on it. "It's bitter, but not so bad." She proclaims after a moment. Derrick laughs. "Don't get any ideas about drinking too much while you're working," He says. "Doesn't take much to get a little girl like you tipsy." Maggie looks a little worried after hearing his words. After your short break, the two of you begin preparing for the night. You feel a little light headed, and wonder if maybe the alcohol is affecting you, or if it's all in your head. Maggie also seems a little more bubbly, talking nonstop about her upcoming wedding and how happy she is to be getting to know her future father-in-law. When the patrons arrive, the two of you continue as usual, delivering drinks to the tables and clearing them off. You are bringing some mugs of ale out to a table when you notice Maggie talking to one of the patrons. You listen up, trying to hear what they're saying over the din created by the other guests. "I don't know, I don't think I should have any." You hear Maggie say. "Nonsense. You can handle it, can't you? Not surprising if you can't. Not many girls can handle their ale." Says the man next to her. "Can too! I had a drink earlier is all." "Then you should be able to have another," The man says, holding up a mug. "Fine!" Maggie says impatiently, taking the mug from the man's hands and splashing a little on her skirt. You wonder if she would be acting like this if she hadn't had a drink earlier. You watch with amazement as Maggie drains the mug, only letting a little drip down her chin. The men at the table cheer and she smiles uncertainly, before burping in a rather unladylike manner. She blushes and turns away, returning to her work. You watch her carefully as the night goes on, noticing her grow increasingly unsteady. Her face's ruddy tone indicates that she has passed the point of being a little tipsy. At one point she drops a tin mug on the ground and almost falls down after it as she tries to recover the fallen drinkware. Fortunately, her state has made her more resilient to the unwelcome advances of the customers. Instead of jumping away when her ass is slapped, Maggie begins to giggle a little. You swear she even spends more time around the rowdier tables as if she wants to be slapped. At one point she stumbles and falls, landing right on a man's lap. Her <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts push into the man's face and he catches her, wrapping his hands around her waist. "Ooh. Sorry sir." She says, slurring her words slightly. He pulls her to him, slipping his hands down to play with her ass. "Hey! You're not supposed to be touching me there!" She says, scolding the man ineffectually. In her drunken state, she can't seem to extricate herself from her position, and you see his hand slip under her skirt. Maggie moans and slides her hips up a moment later, and you decide to step in before things get too serious. "Come on Maggie," You say, shooting the man a venomous look. He pulls his hands away immediately and you drag the intoxicated young waitress off of him and head for the back. You give her some water to dilute the alcohol. "How much did you drink?" You ask sternly. "Only a couple more drinks," she mumbles. Even in her messy state, she still looks incredibly hot. With her messy hair, tight shirt, and rumpled skirt, she loses almost all signs of her normal chaste appearance. Maggie slips to the floor and looks up at you with wide eyes. "$name, you're pretty." "Thanks Maggie, now let's get you to somewhere safe to sleep." With some effort, you escort her upstairs to one of the empty rooms. Maggie flops down onto the bed her skirt flips up revealing her white panties with a noticeable wet spot at the crotch. //Naughty girl.// You smooth her skirt down and tuck her in, resisting the urge to have some fun. Almost immediately she begins snoring, and you don't think she will remember much of the night's events. When you return downstairs, you let Derrick know that you put Maggie to bed, and that she had a little too much to drink. "It always happens to people who are inexperienced with alcohol," he says, chuckling. "I'll be up to check on her later to make sure she's alright. You can go home, $name." Anyone else and you might be worried, but you trust Derrick not to take advantage of Maggie. You pack up the food and a bottle of spirits before heading home. [[Continue|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 7>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +7 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieDrinkWork")>>\

You show up at the bar and change into your uniform. Maggie shows up a little later, and you greet her with a smile and a wave. "Hey, $name." Maggie says. "Ready to work?" You ask. Maggie nods and the two of you begin cleaning the tavern. As you work, the two of you chat about various things, although Maggie often steers the conversation towards her upcoming marriage. She often digresses into long lists of decorations she wants to see in the tavern for her afterparty. Her ideas range from bouquets of flowers on every table to installing a crystal chandelier in the center of the hall. You don't ask where she plans to get this chandelier, and you can only hope you won't be the one setting it up. When Derrick asks you to help him move some bundles of wheat into the brewery, you jump at the opportunity to get away from Maggie's wedding fantasies. Before you return to the tavern, Derrick pulls you aside. "You sure she'll do alright tonight?" He asks, "I don't want anyone getting slapped. On the face that is," He adds. You feel a little mad that Derrick cares more about the patrons than his help, but also the misanthropic part of you wants to see Maggie have to deal with the same attention you did when you started. Maggie's holier than thou attitude has always gotten on your nerves a little. "She'll be fine," you reassure Derrick, "I'll make sure she knows how to act." Derrick nods at you, satisfied by your words and then you head back to the bar. When the sun begins to sink lower in the sky, the tavern is filled with hazy orange light. Soon people begin to show up, hoping to slake their thirst after a hot day of work. Earlier on people show up with their families, bringing their kids, but as the night goes on, the only patrons left are the drunker men. Fortunately because of how busy it has been, you and Maggie have been completely caught up with your work. When you finally get the chance to take a quick break, Magie heads back with you. "How am I doing?" She asks, earnestly. "You're doing great." It's the truth, but she hasn't really been tested tonight. The two of you have some water and then hurry back out to finish off the night. One group of lumberjacks in particular is getting a bit rowdy, and you put yourself into a defensive mindset every time you clear anything from their table. You are careful not to expose your $player.butt behind to them long enough for them to grope you, and move quickly so that you don't give them time to heckle you. You recognize the three drunk men as Harris Delway, a younger man, only a year or two older than you. Ben Delway, his father sits next to him. Both men are incredibly muscular from years of chopping wood, but they are also naturally tall. Because of their bulk, they look almost too large for the table. Both of them frequent the tavern, and often get a little too rowdy, although never out of control. Ben is always careful to respect Derrick's requests, and Derrick in turn often joins Ben for a drink. You suspect the two have known each other for years because of their similar age. The last man at the table is Bregan, another woodcutter who often plays the fiddle. He is not a small man, but he is dwarfed by the two giants next to him. Bregan seems to have had a few too many, and is slurring his words and spilling his ale. You try to make sure you are the only one serving the lumberjacks, but eventually you slip up. While filling up some mugs of ale for another table, Maggie heads over to clear a recently emptied round of drinks from the lumberjack table. Seeing the pretty waitress, Bregan attempts a cat call which ends up sounding more like a dying whippoorwill. Maggie ignores him, and even seems to enjoy the three men's gazes at her. She always loves attention from a distance. When Maggie grabs the mugs, however, Harris catches her off guard with a slap on the ass. Maggie squeaks loudly, and even from your distance you can see the slight jiggle of her $maggie.butt butt. The three men behind her explode with laughter, causing Maggie's face to flush a deep red. She hurries to the back room and you rush to join her. "Are you okay?" You ask, seeing her sitting on a sack of flour, staring at the ground. "Yeah, I think so. I just can't believe they would do something like that. Ben and Harris are always nice when they come to pick up leather from the tannery." She says in a shaky voice. "They aren't drunk then," //at least you hope they aren't//, "the alcohol makes them more impulsive, and when they see a beautiful girl like you, they can't control themselves very well." You think they should be able to control themselves either way, but you are trying to convince Maggie to keep working. Maggie looks down, and you think she might be blushing a little from your compliment. "I guess... I guess I just don't know how to react." She responds quietly. "I'll show you. Let me deal with that table tonight and watch closely." "Okay," She says, lifting herself up once again. "Thanks, $name." "Of course." You say, and both of you head back out into the main room. The three lumberjacks are putting away another round when you emerge from the back, and you hurry over to pick up their empty mugs. You make sure Maggie is watching as you move into Harris' reach. You expect a slap on the ass, but the men must have gotten much more worked up than you expected from earlier. Instead of a quick slap, you feel Harris grip one asscheek firmly through your skirt. His hand is big enough to almost cover half of your $player.butt ass. You tense up a little as he gives you a firm squeeze. This would normally be too far, and you are about to turn and scold the enormous woodcutter when you catch Maggie watching you. If you get mad now, Maggie won't learn a thing. Sighing, you ignore the man's hand and reach for the empty mugs. Unfortunately this causes you to bend over slightly, pressing your buttcheek against Harris' rough palm. The man takes it as an invitation and begins to grope more vigorously. He doesn't seem to realize his strength, and you are pushed back and forth by his motions. Your breasts jiggle slightly. You straighten back up and start to turn when you feel another hand on the other cheek. Ben has joined in on the fun, massaging your other cheek. "Must be our lucky day," Ben tells his son, "$name never lets us have this much fun." You close your eyes and breath deeply, reminding yourself that you're doing this to make Maggie feel better. The rough motions of the men's groping stretch the skin of your thighs, and you feel yourself get slick between the legs. You're actually enjoying this. When you reopen your eyes, you see Maggie looking at you with disapproval. She heads to the back room, and you want to follow her. //Just a few more seconds of this...// "Okay boys," you say seductively, "I have to get back to work." "You heard her, Harris." Ben says, letting go of you. When Harris let's go, you begin to move away, only to feel a parting slap on your ass. You squeal as the first slap hits you. When the second hits a little lower, the shock wave hits your pussy and your squeal comes out sounding more like a moan. The men all laugh. "Who would have thought the young town healer would be such a naughty girl." You hear one of them say. You walk away, still feeling the sting of their slaps and the hot arousal they caused below your stomach. When you reach the back room, Maggie is waiting for you, frowning. "So that's what I'm supposed to do, huh? Just take it like a wh-" she stops short as if unable to say the word, "I hope you enjoyed yourself, but I certainly can't and won't do that. It's absolutely sinful." As she talks you notice her eyeing your chest. You look down to see your nipples poking out through your uniform. //I am really worked up, aren't I?// You struggle to think of a way to respond. "You really don't have to let that happen. I was just trying to prove to you that it isn't so bad. It's not like I actually did anything anyway, they were the ones sinning." You wonder if Maggie will accept your flimsy excuse. Surprisingly, she does. "I guess so. But it doesn't look like that from the outside." "I think you just have to be quicker than them. Show them that you're in control. That doesn't mean getting angry at them, that only shows you lost. Let them do what they can, but never put them in a position where they can do more than you will allow. You'll be humoring them, even doing them a good turn. You will have the power." You aren't sure you believe your own words, but they seem to be working on Maggie. "I'll try it your way," She says suddenly, causing you to smile. Maybe your little performance earlier was effective. "Just remember that if things go a little too far it's not your fault. You're still learning." You say. Maggie nods and you see from her expression that she really took that advice to heart. The . two of you head back and finish out the night without any trouble, although Maggie seems emboldened by your discussion, and dances gracefully around the patrons as she works, moving too quickly for their hands but teasing them nevertheless. She almost seems better at it than you. At the end of the night you say goodbye to Maggie and Derrick and gather up your food and alcohol. [[Head home|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 8>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +8 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("WorkWithMaggie")>> <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieDrinkWork")>> <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieCaravan")>>

Another day of work at the tavern begins like most others. You and Maggie both change into your uniforms, and then head out to work on various tasks for Derrick. The two of you chat and you find that despite the fact that she still is obsessed with her upcoming wedding, you find you really enjoy having Maggie's company. She seems to have really opened up since she started working at the tavern, and best of all, she rarely moralizes any more. Maybe she feels a little guilty. Even Derrick seems to be happy about the improvements in Maggie's performance, and the two of them joke around like friends now. Maggie still sometimes lapses into grand descriptions about what she wants the tavern to look like for the afterparty, but Derrick mostly humors her, and even seems to be getting excited about it himself at times, although he would never admit it. The two of you clean the main room and even get some cleaning done on the upstairs bunkrooms before the sun begins to set and Derrick fetches you to start your work as barmaids. The night starts out as mundane as the morning and afternoon before it. Aside from a few spanks and pinches, neither you nor Maggie receive any trouble from the men. Maggie has taken some pages from your book and even flirts with the men who you both know won't take it too seriously. Like most other nights, the woodcutters are all at the bar. You recognize the giant figures of Ben and Harris at a table with some other familiar faces. Maggie flits comfortably around their table, taking orders and delivering bowls of stew and mugs of ale. She is always sure to stay just out of reach of Harris, the youngest and most impulsive of the lumberjacks. Every once in a while you hear a slap and a giggle from that direction and know Maggie is enjoying herself. Unlike most nights, the lumberjacks head home early, immediately causing the bar to quiet down. You and Maggie set to work clearing their table, and have almost finished when Harris comes back into the tavern. He sits down at a table in the corner, his height making the chair look miniature. You and Maggie exchange glances and then she gives you a look that says: "I'll handle him." You watch with a little concern as Maggie walks over to the table and asks Harris what he wants. Through the cacophony of the tavern, you hardly make out his response. "I'll take a mug of ale," he says. He doesn't slur his words, but the change in his tone makes it clear that he is drunk. His eyes watch Maggie hungrily as she wipes down the table. You can tell she is a little nervous, but a moment later she heads to the bar to get Harris' mug of ale. "Want me to bring it over?" You ask. "Uh-uh. I've got this," Maggie replies, forcing a smile. She seems a little shaky like she is expecting something to go wrong and her tension spreads to you. You subtly whisper a quick spell, amplifying voices from that part of the room so you can hear everything. The first sound you hear is the thump of tin on wood as Maggie plops the mug in front of Harris. Next to Harris, Maggie looks tiny. He could do whatever he wanted and Maggie wouldn't be able to get away. You look over at the bar and see Derrick chatting with some townsfolk. The sight of him makes you feel more comfortable, but you wonder if even he could match Harris in strength. "Anything else I can do for you?" Her voice sounds sweet and accommodating, but you pick up on her nervousness immediately. "Actually, I think so," Harris says with a sheepish grin, "I think you can do something for me." Harris extends his arm and pulls Maggie towards him, cupping her $maggie.butt in his large palm. You hear Maggie gasp, but are frozen in place, watching the scene unfold before you. So far this isn't much worse than what she's already dealt with, you tell yourself. It isn't over yet, though. "You've been teasing me all night," Harris tells her, "I think it's only fair that I give you a taste." Harris slides his hand up under Maggie's skirt and you see it move as he gropes her ass through her panties. His coordination isn't great because of his inebriation, but he seems to be enjoying it at least. "Don't" Maggie says meekly, but Harris ignores her. Instead of stopping, he brings another hand up and slides it under her shirt, cupping her breasts over her bra. "I think you secretly enjoy this. Tell me you don't. If you say it, I'll stop." Harris says quietly. Maggie looks like she is about to speak, but Harris pinches her hardening nipple and she moans instead. "I knew it." You hear him say. You hear the magically amplified sound of his fingers sliding over the wet fabric of her panties. "You're loving this." He says. In response, Maggie pushes her hips forward, subtly grinding against his fingers. You are amazed by what she is doing, but know if it goes on any longer she will regret it. You decide that you unfortunately have to step in. Moments later you are by Maggie's side. You clear your throat at Harris and he quickly pulls his hands away. Once he realizes that it's only you, he scowls. "Want in on the fun, huh?" He asks. "Don't make me get Derrick involved," you say, playing up how annoyed you are. That seems to shut him up and you start to take Maggie to the back room. As you turn, Harris gives Maggie one last slap on the ass. To your surprise she actually whines. When you get to the safety of the back room, Maggie seems to be feeling a little regret. "Thanks for helping me, he wouldn't let me go and I didn't want to scream." she says. She doesn't let on how horny she was, but you can see her nipples poking through her top and smell sex and sweat wafting off of her. "No problem," you answer, not letting on what you know. She collects herself and then the two of you head back out. You scan the room, but Harris is nowhere to be seen. He must have slipped away while you were in the back room. The rest of the night goes well. Maggie still seems a little worked up from before, but the two of you finish up without a hitch. When you finish clearing the tables, you gather your things, change, and head home. [[Continue|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 45>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +45 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieGroped")>>\

You go to the back of the tavern, ready to help out. You take your time changing into your uniform, waiting for Maggie to arrive. A little after you finish changing, Maggie shows up with a cheerful look on her face. "Hey $name! Ready to work?" She says enthusiastically. You nod, unsure why she is so excited. "Yeah, I guess so. Should be a quiet day." You certainly like helping Derrick out as a favor, but it isn't like you love working as a barmaid or anything. After she changes into her uniform, Maggie skips out to the floor, humming to herself as she cleans the bar. Maggie maintains her cheerful attitude throughout the morning and afternoon. When the first night patrons start to arrive she seems to get even more enthusiastic. You watch with bewilderment as she serves the people cheerfully. The energy in the tavern seems to respond to Maggie's enthusiasm, and the men get louder and drink more. Bregan gets on stage to play a bawdy song and Maggie even seems to enjoy that, skipping in time and laughing at the lyrics. When one man slaps her $maggie.butt ass, she only giggles and hurries away. As the night draws on however, the slaps and pinches grow more frequent. You notice the men getting more bold with you as well,largely due to how much Maggie lets them get away with. Although you don't have time to talk to her, every once and a while you meet up at the bar to grab drinks. You notice Maggie is sweating and a little flushed. She's really working hard. Toward the end of the night, Maggie starts to slow down, although you aren't sure if she's tired or if it is something else entirely. You notice that she has to stop every once and a while to catch her breath. You also notice that she keeps stopping in front of a small table in the corner where a man sits alone. Each time she stops, you hear the sound of her butt being spanked through the noise of the tavern. A devious smile crosses your lips when you see her stop and get spanked so hard she catches herself on the table. She says something under her breath and wiggles her hips. The man hits her again and she jumps away, continuing to work. You feel yourself getting horny as you realize that Maggie is getting turned on by all of the spanking. Deep down even some of the most pious girls can have a naughty streak, you realize. You certainly do, and you embrace it, feeling hot arousal as you think about the role you've had on Maggie's corruption so far. You wonder how far you can push her and feel yourself get excited. At the end of the night Maggie is exhausted. When you are changing, you notice her nipples poking out through her bra, a sign of her arousal. "Have fun tonight?" You ask innocently. "Yeah," Maggie responds shyly. You take your food and alcohol and walk home, thinking up ways you can manipulate Maggie into lewd situations. [[Continue|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 40>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +40 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieSpanked")>>\

You decide that you want to help out around the tavern today and so you head to the back and change into your uniform. You head out and work for a little while, cleaning and chatting with Derrick. Eventually the subject turns to Maggie. You mention that she has been adapting well to the work at the tavern. "I only worry that she is too into it." Derrick confides, "As much as I like girls who enjoy a bit of teasing, I don't want my son to be married to a..." he trails off, trying to think of a way to put it delicately. "I just want him to have a faithful wife." You know Derrick isn't particularly religious, and so you are a little surprised by his concern, although you get where it is coming from. "Maybe that's another benefit of having her around," you tell him, "If she turns out to be too immodest then you'll know right away. You can even let Brendon decide for himself. Maybe he wants someone adventurous." Derrick laughs heartily. "You're right, and I suppose I would want that too. For all her beauty, Brendon's mother was never the adventurous type. I guess that's why I thought Maggie would be good for Brendon. She seems so chaste most of the time." You think about the situation with Maggie. On one hand, you want to help keep Maggie out of trouble so that Derrick doesn't have to worry too much. On the other hand, you don't think Maggie should have to conform to the standards Derrick and Brendon might hold for her. You also have to admit that you enjoy watching her slowly become more and more corrupt. You decide to make sure Derrick doesn't catch her doing anything too crazy. At least not before you've had time to reassure him about Maggie. As if on cue, Maggie bursts into the tavern. "Sorry I'm late!" she calls, hurrying to the back room and emerging soon after in her uniform. "My dad wanted some help around the house." Maggie immediately gets to work preparing for the night, although there isn't too much to do. One of the last tasks is cleaning out the latrines to the side of the tavern. The tavern was lucky enough to have a septic system and its own well, resulting in lavatories which were attached to the building. It is a luxury that you wished your hut could have. Despite the easy access to water, cleaning the stalls in the bathroom is a job neither you nor Maggie want. The two of you created a tradition of drawing straws to decide who has to do it on any of the cleaning days. Today Maggie gets the short straw, and so she heads through the door with a mop, looking defeated. You take the time to grab a couple of drinks, one for you and one for Maggie. You aren't sure she'll accept it. After filling the two tin mugs, you realize you could add a potion to hers. It would be a little diluted, but it would probably still take effect... <<linkreplace "Add a potion to Maggie's drink." t8n>> You go to the back room and pull a vial out of your bag. You hurry back to the bar and uncork it, pouring a little bit into the tin mug. You see the liquid swirling as it dissipates into the ale. Hopefully it works even with the smaller dose. Maggie finishes mopping a few minutes later and cleans herself up in the back room. When she joins you at the bar, she smells faintly of vanilla. She must have brought some sort of perfume. She sits down on the stool next to you, absentmindedly braiding her $maggie.haircolor <<print $hairlengths[$maggie.hairlength]>> hair. In addition to smelling nice, she looks incredibly pretty too. You slide her mug of ale down the polished wood of the bar. "Is this for me?" Maggie asks cautiously. "Yeah, Derrick said we could have some before we start serving." You lie quickly, hoping Maggie doesn't pick up on your deceit. She seems hesitant to drink her ale, but when you clink her mug with yours and gulp a bit down she gives in. Maggie sips the ale slower and pointedly more ladylike than your generous quaffs. You finish your ale quickly, but Maggie goes slower. She ends up having to down the dregs when townsfolk begin to arrive. When Derrick hurries in to tend the bar, and notices Maggie throw back the last of her drink. He looks at you curiously, but he trusts you enough by now that he doesn't question either of you for drinking on the job. <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot") && $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ Soon after you begin working, the potion you put in Maggie's ale begins to take effect. She starts to get noticeably flushed from the lekkaroot and she seems a little more distracted than usual. When she is waiting for a mug of ale to fill, you notice her rubbing her thighs together. Maggie's initial arousal is only the start. The potent combination of hornet venom and lekkaroot acts quickly on her body, filling her with lust. You feel a little aroused watching her struggle to focus on her work. You know that she will fail eventually, you just wonder how it will happen. You find yourself impressed by her resilience as she continues to work through the effects of the potion. The patrons who have grown used to sneaking a pinch or slapping her $maggie.butt butt seem to catch on to her current state, and she soon finds herself subjected to an even more frequent assault than usual. Although she maintains control at first, you begin to hear lewd moans as men smack her tingling ass. When filling up drinks at the bar, Maggie bumps into you. "Sorry $name," she mumbles. You look up at her and see her eyes have become unfocussed and her nipples have hardened, poking out obviously from her chest. A couple damp strands of her perfect $maggie.haircolor hair have fallen out of place and she seems short of breath. "You alright?" you ask her innocently. "Yeah, I'm not sure what's come over me," she says, filling the mugs and heading back out to the floor. She doesn't stay out long, getting a hard slap on her ass that sends her lurching forward. She catches herself on an empty table, leaning over it and trying to get herself under control. You can make out a gleaming trail of juice running down her thigh as she bends over, and you wonder if she is about to start masturbating in the middle of the tavern. Fortunately for her future work prospects, she stands up again and immediately rushes towards the nearest door, which happens to be the bathroom. You glance towards Derrick, but he doesn't seem to have noticed at all, preoccupied by a few men sitting at the bar. Muttering a quick spell to dampen your footsteps, you stalk quickly to the bathroom, slipping through the door as silently as a cat. Only one stall is closed, and from within you hear the wet sounds of a very turned on pussy. You wish you could see Maggie, desperately fingering herself in the stall. You have to settle for watching her feet from the stall next to her and listening to her heavy breathing. The rhythm of Maggie's fingers is interrupted by the sound of a man entering the bathroom and occupying the stall on the other side of her. There is only one bathroom, and so both men and women are allowed in, but there are usually only men at the bar so there never is much of an issue. Now however, the presence of the patron has forced Maggie to stop in the middle of pleasuring herself. Both of you are silent as the man pees but as soon as he leaves, Maggie begins to moan loudly, resuming her immoral activities. You can't help but caress your own pussy as you take in the sounds of Maggie's desperation. Soon the cramped bathroom is filled with the smell of both of your dripping pussies, although judging by the small puddle under Maggie, hers is contributing more. When Maggie reaches her peak she whimpers and you see her legs stretch out. "Fuck!" she shouts, loudly enough that you worry some of the people outside might have heard it. She follows her exclamation up with a series of moans and you see liquid patter onto the wooden floor in front of her. Another spray squirts from her throbbing cunt and her hips shake up and down. You can hear the sound of her cushiony ass rocking on the seat of the toilet as her climax overtakes her. The entire scene has you dripping, but you force yourself to stop stroking yourself and escape before Maggie recovers from her post orgasmic haze. Maggie emerges from the bathroom a few minutes later looking a little frazzled but much more focused than when she went in. She gets to work quickly, still flinching any time a wandering hand gropes her, but she seems to have regained control. Both of you finish working the night. Maggie remains silent about her ordeal even when you both change to leave. You can't help but notice she still smells like sex but with a faint hint of vanilla. <<set $maggie.corXP += 40>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +40 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<if $maggie.maxlvl <= 2>><<script>>$.notify("Maggie seems more corruptible.");<</script>><</if>> <<set $maggie.maxlvl to 3>>\ <<elseif $ingredients.includes("mesmerpollen") && $ingredients.includes("chamomile")>>\ it doesn't take long for Maggie to start exhibiting the effects of the potion. Her eyes seem to gloss over and she moves with less agility. You make sure to stay nearby as she slowly gets more intoxicated by the mesmer pollen. You don't want her getting into too much trouble. The first few slaps Maggie receives actually seem to effect her less than usual. She barely seems to register the groping of the patrons as she works. Her lack of reaction does very little to keep the men from getting more rowdy, and eventually one calls out to the attractive waitress, telling her to come to the table. Maggie complies without question, arriving at a table full of drunk men. Maggie's mind is hazy and she giggles slightly when the man who called her gives her a slap on the ass. "I thought you were a good girl, always going to church and never stepping out of line. I guess I was wrong." The man laughs as he gropes Maggie's $maggie.butt butt. "You like this, don't you?" Maggie looks like she wants to say no. She wants to slap the man's hand away and get back to work. Unfortunately, the part of her that wants that is getting more and more distant as the pollen clouds her thoughts. "I do," Maggie giggles. "There you have it, boys!" The man says to his compatriots. You know you have to step in now or Maggie will submit to things she'll regret later. You hurry to the table and pull Maggie away, leading her to the back. "Way to ruin our fun," the man calls from behind. In the back room, Maggie looks up at you with hazy eyes. She looks innocent and confused but as sexy as always. "Did I do something wrong?" She asks slowly. "No, you're fine. I was just worried about you." you tell her. "Oh, thanks," she says. Normally she would hide her arousal, but in her current state Maggie makes no effort to conceal the fact that she is turned on. Her cheeks are flushed and she bites her lip occasionally. The sight of her inflames your desire and you can't help but test the potion's effects. "Do you like how those men treat you?" you ask, causing Maggie to blush a deeper red. Once again she seems reluctant to admit it, but can't seem to keep herself from speaking. "Yes. I love feeling desired, and I love the way it feels knowing that what I'm doing is a sin and still doing it. It makes me feel guilty, but that's nothing compared to the ache I feel." as she talks, Maggie moves a hand between her legs and presses gently on her crotch, rocking her hips slowly. You can't tell if she's conscious of her actions, but you know that if she goes back to work she won't be able to resist anything asked of her. "I want you to go home early tonight and lock your room. Take off all your clothes and touch yourself. Slip your fingers into your vagina and move them until you feel that heat dissapate. That's the only way to deal with those desires." Maggie groans, rocking her hips harder as she listens to your command. You worry for a second that she might make herself cum right here. "Go now," you say, helping her up. Maggie bites her lip, looking at you with desire. "and enjoy yourself." you tell her, giving her a light slap on the butt. Maggie squeaks and hurries out, eager to finish herself off but unable to defy your command. You take over for the rest of the night's work, imagining Maggie masturbating herself on your command. <<set $maggie.corXP += 35>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +35 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<elseif $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot")>>\ The two of you begin working as usual. Maggie moves blithely through the tavern, delivering drinks and laughing at the teasing remarks directed at her. It doesn't take long, however, before she starts to flush red in the face. You know that the lekkaroot is kicking in. Maggie seems to receive the usual amount of attention throughout the night, but then the patrons catch on to her unusually aroused state. Slaps begin to linger, turning into longer gropes. The usually somewhat tame townsfolk have their hunger inflamed by Maggie's girlish squeals and occasionally lewd moans. Eventually the bolder men begin snaking their hands to her perky breasts and pinching her nipples until they form tight peaks at the top of her breasts. Her bra and shirt do little to hide her engorged nipples. You've never seen anyone try to grope Maggie's chest before, much less her allowing it, but now, under the influence of the lekkaroot, Maggie seems to be asking for it, pressing her chest out as she serves customers. She intentionally avoids making eye contact with you as well, as if she doesn't want to be judged for her provocative behavior. By the end of the night she has been thoroughly groped and slapped. The two of you change in silence, and although she tries to change quickly, you catch a brief glimpse of her soaked panties. If you could make the aphrodisiac stronger, you expect it would have even more interesting results. <<set $maggie.corXP += 5>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +5 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>>\ <<else>>\ You watch Maggie for any signs of your potion taking effect as she works, but there aren't any noticeable changes in her work. <</if>>\ <<potion clear>>\ <</linkreplace>> [[Go Home|MaggieWorkDone]] <<if $maggie.corruption >= 4>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieSpikedDrink")>> <</if>>\

You aren't sure if you want to volunteer at the tavern until Maggie shows up and greets you with a smile. "Ready for work, $name?" She asks cheerfully. You nod and both of you head to the back room to change into your uniforms. You subtly stare as Maggie pulls her modified top over her <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts, pressing them up to exaggerate her generous cleavage. While just a little while ago she had seemed modest, the simple outfit change causes her to appear more prurient. Still, her face, decorated with subtle powder and a little rouge, appears more innocent and she still carries an air of buoyant piety in her speech and mannerisms. The contradiction between her apparent modest innocence and the indelicate cut of her neckline makes it stand out all the more. Because of this contradiction, the sight of her decolletage and the plump flesh behind it makes you feel a surge of voyeuristic pleasure, like you are seeing Maggie exposed unknowingly before your eyes. You are certain the men in the tavern get a similar kick. Before the night falls, Derrick interrupts your work to let you know that Brendon will be taking his place as bartender that night while Derrick does some work at the brewery. Maggie is elated, unable to hide her excitement at being able to see her fiance. You know from Maggie's enthusiastic but boring accounts of their time spent together that the two of them had been limited to chaperoned outings and family meals. Maggie's integrity had kept them from sneaking out to see each other despite the fact that doing so was common among young couples and even quietly encouraged as long as it never resulted in any unplanned pregnancies. When Brendon arrived at the bar, Maggie hurried over to greet him. Brendon seems almost as excited to see Maggie as she is to see him. As the two exchange pleasantries, Brendon's eyes lower to take in Maggie's cleavage. His gaze reminds Maggie of her neckline and she blushes. Maggie's embarrassment seems to subside when she sees a hunger in Brendon's eyes. You notice it as well, and even wish he was looking at you that way. It feels nice to be admired. Work continues as usual, although Maggie is noticeably more agile as she serves, avoiding slaps and gropes that she normally would let make contact. Maggie also lingers at the bar whenever possible, leaving you with a larger portion of the work. You don't mind very much, and even chat with Brendon a little as well, talking mostly about working at the tavern. Although Brendon was always getting into trouble when he was younger, he seems much more mature now. The two of you get along better than you expected. "Want to know how I brew the ale?" Brendon asks you at one point after a quick discussion about its flavor. You actually are familiar with the process, having learned it from Gerta along with other potion making techniques. You and Derrick had even had a few discussions on the process here. You tell Brendon, hoping to avoid a patronizing discussion on brewing basics. When he finds out you know the basics, his face lights up, and he begins to discuss some experiments he has been working on to create unique tasting beers. You find yourself giving recommendations and even learning a few things from Brendon's techniques. The two of you keep talking until Maggie shows up. "Can you help me out with the table in the middle," Maggie says, interrupting your conversation. You are a little annoyed, but hop back to work, delivering mugs of ale to a table crammed with patrons. Once you start working again, you fall into a rhythm that isn't broken until you notice there is no one behind the bar. Maggie seems to have disappeared from the main hall as well. You quickly serve a few thirsty men sitting at the end of the bar and then hurry away to find Brendon and Maggie. It doesn't take long for you to notice sounds coming from the back room. You stealthily crack the door and slip inside. As you expected from the sounds, Maggie and Brendon are making out in the dim light. They are far too focussed on each other to hear you sneak in. Maggie straddles Brendons legs, rocking her hips against his as their tongues explore each other's mouths. Both of them are clothed but because Maggie is wearing a skirt, her panties must be pressing directly against Brendon's trousers. You can tell by the faint yet familiar scent of Maggie's arousal that she is wet. "I've wanted to kiss you for so long," Maggie says breathlessly. "Mmmh, I've wanted to kiss you as well. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." Brendon moves his head to Maggie's chest and Maggie moans loudly. The wet sound of his mouth on her skin accompanies the quiet but desperate rustle of fabric grinding on fabric. Brendon runs his powerful hands over Maggie's back, pulling her into him and setting the pace for her lustful rocking. You feel yourself get a little aroused imagining yourself in her place, with his hard cock grinding up against your wet slit. You decide to leave them alone, sneaking back out of the back room and getting back to work. The two of them slip out of the back a few minutes later and you make no comment to either of them. You do notice that Maggie has a red mark on her neck and another fainter one on her left breast, only slightly exposed by her neckline. One of the men in the bar notices as well. "Have a little fun, girly?" He jeers. Maggie notices the mark on her boob, and only blushes in response. "I'd like to give you one of those myself," the man adds, slapping Maggie's $maggie.butt butt and cackling. Maggie squeaks as she receives the smack but continues working. Luckily Brendon doesn't seem to notice the slap or Maggie's meek acceptance of it. You finish out the rest of the night without trouble. [[Head Home|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 100>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +100 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieBrendonMakeout")>>\

You head to the back to begin working at the tavern and find Maggie there, changing into her uniform. She pulls her top on, tugging at the bottom to get it over her perky <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts. "Ugh! This shirt is so tight!" she complains when she sees you enter. "I can't stand it anymore. $name, bring me that knife," she commands you, pointing to a sharp paring knife which sits on a table next to a sack of potatoes. You comply and watch as she slips the knife down the front of her shirt, slicing the fabric. The loosening of her top allows her tits to fill out the garment a little more, but also results in a greatly increased amount of cleavage. Maggie looks down at her newly exposed titflesh and then jiggles them slightly. "Much better." she says with a sigh. You know that just a little while ago, Maggie would have been mortified to be seen showing so much skin, but now the buxom young lady looks like a proper barmaid. That night when working, her exaggerated cleavage attracts a few catcalls before the men are even drunk. Although Maggie blushes at first, as the night progresses she seems to bask in the extra attention the men show her. Even Derrick can't keep from looking at Maggie's chest, undressing the busty blonde with his eyes. You surprise him as he's staring by clearing your throat. He looks a little ashamed, but you don't blame him, Maggie is a sight to behold. "What do you think?" You ask Derrick. "Erm, about Maggie? Are you the one behind this?" He asks. //In a way.// "No, she said it was too small and got a little overenthusiastic with her modification." "Well as long as she's okay with it, I am." Judging by the tent in his pants, he is more than okay with it. You suddenly get a devious idea. Glancing around the room, you make sure no one is paying close attention to the bar. Fortunately, most people are distracted by Maggie's new assets. You lean towards Derrick. "Pretend my mouth is hers," you whisper as seductively as possible. "What?" Derrick asks, confused. Immediately you duck below the bar, crawling towards Derrick and unbuckling his belt. "$name, wait." He protests. "Shhh. Just keep your eyes on her. Think about how nice her lips would feel." You see his cock throb in his pants and eagerly pull it free. Derrick's $derrick.penislength inch cock bobs in front of your eyes. You feel yourself start to get wet just smelling his musky scent. A bead of precum forms at the tip and you can't resist licking it off with a quick flick of your tongue. His pre is salty and delicious, and the brief contact causes his cock to pulse again. You lean forward and wrap your lips around the engorged tip of his cock. The taste of his manhood fills your mouth as you swirl your tongue around it. You hear Derrick groan. Just the tip isn't enough for you, however, and so you press onward, slipping your wet lips over inches of delectable shaft. When he reaches the back of your throat, you almost gag, and drool starts to well up in your mouth. When you pull back again, your saliva hangs from his hot erection in strands. You start to move forward again, finding a brisk rhythm and bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Occasionally you slide your mouth as close as you can to the base, hilting his cock in your eager throat. Each time you do, you feel tears well up in your eyes, running over your cheeks and mingling with the sloppy mix of precum and saliva that coats your lips. The entire scenario has you incredibly aroused, and you hike up your skirt and push your panties to the side, exposing your soaked pussy to your delving fingers. One hand gently massaging Derrick's balls and the other hastily frigging your slick snatch, you work yourself into a hot mess. You can't stop thinking about how you are blowing Derrick in public and that he is thinking of his future daughter-in-law as you do so. Before long you find yourself on the brink of a mind blowing orgasm purely because of the kinkyness of the situation. That's when Maggie starts talking to Derrick. "Hey Derrick!" Maggie says playfully, "How do you like my uniform changes?" Maybe it's because you are incredibly turned on, but you think you hear a hint of arousal in Maggie's voice. Maybe the attention is getting her as worked up as the patrons. "Oh, I think it looks nice, Maggie." Derrick says, trying not to show any sign of the intense blowjob he's currently receiving. You pick up the pace, working your tongue until it feels sore. "Just nice?" Maggie says. You hear the bar creak as she leans over it. "I thought you wanted it like this." Without warning, Derrick's cock pulses and unloads a thick jet of cum into your throat. Your teary eyes widen in surprise as you try to swallow the first part of Derrick's load. He pushes his hips forward and another shot hits the back of your throat. You fight the instinct to cough and gag as hs cum floods your mouth. Semen breaks free of the tight seal you maintain between his cock and your lips, spattering down onto your shirt. The taste of his cum fills puts you into a lusty haze and you find yourself climaxing as well. Your muscles clench and you accidentally release a cock muffled moan. Every moment feels better than the last, and your senses are overwhelmed. The only smell you know is Derrick's masculine odor and the only taste his delicious cum. Your pleasure addled mind flickers through thoughts of him breeding you, filling you up. Your vagina clenches around the knuckles of your middle and ring fingers and a wave of your juices drips from your wrist onto the wooden tavern floor. "Are you all right Derrick?" comes a feminine voice at the periphery of your senses. Maggie, you remember. Derrick grunts and a last strand of cum shoots into your mouth. You swallow gratefully. "Yeah, I've just been having some stomach cramps." Derrick responds. You are impressed with his quick thinking. "Oh, that's too bad. You should ask $name for help, she has a potion that can help with cramping." Maggie says. If only she knew you were down here, cleaning Derrick's slowly softening cock. When Maggie gets back to work, Derrick slips you a towel. "That was amazing." He says, looking down at you. You must look like a mess, soaked in cum, drool, and your own lustful secretions. You clean yourself off as best you can, but your shirt still has a large wet stain on the front from Derrick's cum. You slip Derrick's belt back on and try to dash to the back room. To your surprise, Maggie is inside. "Oh, $name. I was just looking for you. Derrick has some stomach cramps, and I was thinking you could give him some--" She notices your soaked, slightly transparent shirt and pauses mid sentence. "What happened to you?" "Spilt some ale," you say before quickly changing into your normal shirt. Maggie seems to accept your answer, ignoring the fact that you smell like sex. You wonder if she even recognizes the smell. If she does, she doesn't let on, and the two of you get back to work. <<set $derrick.relationship += 10>>\ [[Finish Working|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 100>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +100 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Derrick improved!");<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieBrendonMakeout")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieUnderTable")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieSpankedHard")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieCleavage")>>\ <<run $gossip.push("MaggieTavernRumor")>>\

You decide to work at the tavern, and head to the back to change into your uniform, sliding the tight fitting top on and pulling the skirt up. Maggie arrives a little later and quietly puts on her modified top. You notice her gasp as the fabric slides over her boobs, pushing them up to form a beautiful 'Y' shape above the neckline. You notice that her nipples are partially erect and when she pulls up her skirt you can smell the faint scent of arousal amidst the more powerful smell of vanilla. She has been getting more attention recently, leaving the tavern each night flushed and distracted. You wonder if she ever does anything at home to release some of that pent up tension. Maybe not, considering her religiousness. As the two of you clean the bar, Maggie is uncharacteristically quiet, chatting a little about the weather and how her family is doing when you ask. You notice she presses her thighs together and often pauses to take deep breaths. You've almost never seen her this aroused. You feel yourself getting excited thinking about how she'll react to the generous touches of the patrons come nightfall. You decide to tease her a little. "I've noticed the men all like your adjustment," you say, gesturing towards her chest. Maggie looks down slowly. "Yeah, I guess," she replies, biting her lip. "It's only a shame your skirt doesn't quite match." "What?" "Here, let me help you." You walk behind Maggie and wrap your arms around her waist. You half expect her to pull away, upset by your touch, but she is more turned on than you thought. She flinches, but a moment later sighs as you slip your hands to the top of her skirt. She smells stronger than usual of vanilla, and you wonder if the extra perfume is meant to mask the smell of her arousal. "Try wearing it more like this," you tell her in a quiet seductive voice. You pull the waistband of her skirt up, feeling her shudder as your hands brush against the skin of her stomach. You keep lifting until the skirt has gone from knee length to mid thigh length, revealing inches of delicate skin. Finally, you tighten the skirt and pull her shirt back down to cover it. With your modifications and the low cut of her top, Maggie looks irresistibly cute. Gone is her modest appearance, in its place are curves and hints at her naked figure, both hidden and revealed by the outfit. Despite being plain of fabric and utterly immodest, Maggie's natural beauty endows the outfit with a grace that would be lost if almost anyone else were wearing it. Gorgeous locks of $maggie.haircolor hair hanging down in ringlets and the basic makeup on her face remind you of Maggie's propriety, a memory betrayed by her slightly parted lips and flushed cheeks. You have to force yourself to turn away and start your work. Derrick notices Maggie's short skirt and looks at you approvingly. This apparently isn't too far for him yet. You catch him watching Maggie as she cleans and you wonder if he is getting aroused at the sight of his gorgeous future daughter-in-law struggling not to get distracted. Night arrives before you know it, and you lament having to turn your attention to the tired men of the town. Despite the distraction of work, you manage to watch Maggie as she attempts to deliver ale to the tables. The usual slaps and pinches make her shiver and often coax a soft moan from her lips, only loud enough for those closest to hear. Her state of arousal has the men getting worked up. Soon you feel the results as the men become more aggressive with you as well. You are already horny from seeing Maggie so aroused, and the exploratory gropes from patrons don't help. Soon you'll be moaning just as lewdly as Maggie is. After delivering ale to a table and receiving an appreciatory massage of your round ass in response, you notice Maggie hurry to the back room. Before she goes in, she locks eyes with you and gives you a desperate look. You take the next chance you get to join her in the back, eager to find out what she wants from you. You expected to find her waiting for you with a sultry look in her eyes but what you actually find is much better. Maggie only made it about four feet into the room before collapsing onto all fours, breathing heavily. You see shimmering lines of her juices running down to her knees. Her back is arched slightly pushing her ass into the air. Her skirt has settled around it, outlining the voluptuous shape beneath. When she hears you enter she turns and sits on the floor looking up at you with her big blue eyes. "I couldn't keep working," Maggie says, sounding defeated. "I am a terrible fiancee and a terrible person." You can hear the guilt in her voice. "That's not true," you console her. "Remember what I said about things going too far?" "That it's not my fault?" Maggie asks, sounding a little unsure. "Things haven't gone too far. The problem is that I want them to. I want so many things that no good woman would ever want. I try to stay pure but my body-" she runs her hand over her breasts and shudders, "-my body gets so warm and tingly that I can't help but think of things I shouldn't." You look at Maggie's pitiful shape, flushed and remorseful. "It still isn't your fault. It's natural for your body to react that way, and if the gods didn't want you to feel good they wouldn't have made your body like that." You aren't that well learned about religion, but Maggie looks a little more hopeful. You hope you're saying the right things but you are getting distracted as well. You feel jittery desire welling in your stomach. "You just have to find a way to release that tension. Don't worry about work today, I'll take care of everything." She looks up at you with admiration. "Thanks $name. I know it's natural, but I feel wrong. Like I should be punished in some way for my sinful thoughts," A devious idea pops into your head, inspired by Maggie's words. "If you think that would help, I think I have an idea." You sit down on one of the chairs and gesture Maggie to come towards you. She is hesitant, but after a moment shuffles towards you on her knees. When she comes within your reach, you grab her wrist and pull her to you, pressing her onto your lap and lifting her ass roughly into the air. It jiggles delightfully. "$name? What are you doing?" Maggie squeaks. You expect her to protest as you yank up her skirt but she makes no resistance. The sight beneath sends a shock through your body. Maggie's juicy pussy has absolutely soaked her silken white panties, causing them to become almost completely transparent. Underneath, the pink flesh of her labia is swollen and splayed out, revealing her slick folds beneath. If she had been cooling down at all before, your rough treatment has sent her right back into a haze of desire. You take a deep breath and realize that her copious perfume has failed to conceal the powerful scent of her dripping pussy. Practically the whole room is filled with the obvious odor of Maggie's juices. Only a hint of vanilla remains. You feel your heart beating insanely quickly, and you fight the overwhelming desire to expose Maggie's vagina and thrust your fingers into it. She would probably let you, but you don't want to push her too much. Instead you pull her panties up, causing them to slide over her plump buttcheeks exposing them to the air. Despite the heat, you see goosebumps rise on her pale skin. Maggie moans as the fabric of her panties presses against her pussy. "Ready for your punishment?" you ask at last. "Yes, $name. Please!" Maggie says urgently. Her voice is high pitched as she begs. You wait a moment, admiring the perfect body draped over your thighs. Something about having the once dignified young woman at your mercy drives you wild with need. You can feel your juices leaking onto the chair and wonder if Maggie realizes how horny you are. "$name, punish me for my sinfulness..." Maggie says quietly. You decide to fulfill her request. You bring your hand down on her ass, smacking it and sending waves through her jiggly flesh. Maggie makes a sound that is half squeal, half moan and a wave of juices re-wets the crotch of her panties. You already feel a damp spot through your skirt where her juices have dribbled onto your thigh. You spank her again. This time Maggie bucks her hips, whining with pleasure. Switching to her other asscheek, you smack her again and then again. Maggie's breath comes in short gasps now and you worry you might make her climax just from the spanking. You look down at her head, hanging near the floor. Her hair hides her expression from sight, but you see a little bit of drool puddling on the floor. //How long has she been pent up?// You resume her spanking, filling the room with alternating smacks and moans that you hope can't be heard outside. Even if they could, you know you wouldn't stop. You keep hitting her soft butt driving her wild. Each time you pause she pushes her butt into the air as if to beg for another slap. Her once light skin has reddened into a bright pink color. You lose yourself in her punishment, enjoying her writhing body as it reacts to your harsh spankings. You don't know how long you would have kept going if there wasn't a knock at the door to the back room. "You girls alright in there?" Derrick asks from the main room. You realize that you two have been back here for a while and the work must be piling up outside. "Yeah, sorry. We're cleaning up a spill. We'll be out in a second." You shout back. Maggie says nothing, but you feel her body tighten up in anxiety at the thought of Derrick catching her in this position. "Okay, no rush, business seems to be slowing down." The two of you wait silently until you are sure that Derrick has gone. The whole time, you hear Maggie's panting and watch as her pussy leaks onto your thigh. The break from the spanking is only making her more desperate for more contact. You decide to surprise her with a quick spank on the butt and then two more closer to her vagina. She hardly has time to cry out when you smack her gently on her pussy, tapping her engorged clit. That's all it takes to push her over the edge. Her back arches and her muscles tighten. You pull her $maggie.haircolor hair up so you can see her face as she climaxes on your lap. A jolt seems to go through her body and her hips buck forward against your thigh. You feel girlcum spray from her pussy to soak your leg. All the while drool drips from her crimson lips as Maggie tries to moan but can only gasp hoarsely. Another squirt of hot juices spatters over your leg, dripping onto the floor. When Maggie finishes writhing in pleasure your skirt is drenched and there is a small puddle on the floor. The room is completely filled with the unmistakable aroma of sex. You only hope Derrick doesn't need to come back here soon. After she recovers from her orgasm, Maggie sits up slowly, adjusting her panties and skirt to more comfortable positions. She stands up and looks you in the eyes. You expect her to feel taken advantage of or maybe just mad at you, but instead she surprises you. With her usual pep, Maggie leans in and plants a quick kiss on your cheek. "Thanks, $name. I think I was a little too harsh on myself. Sometimes I get so caught up in doing whatever I think is right that I end up making things harder for myself. I really needed that. Now I can actually focus on work." There is still a hint of her previous guilt in her eyes, but you figure that is a problem for another time. "Any time," you answer her. Maggie nods, flashes you a devious look, and then heads out the door, leaving you alone and horny in the dimly lit room. You want to masturbate but decide you don't have time to. Heading back to work still drenched in Maggie's femcum. //At least the men will get a treat.// You finish out the night and then head home. [[Continue|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 200>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +200 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<if $maggie.maxlvl <= 3>> <<set $maggie.maxlvl to 4>> <</if>> <<first>><<script>>$.notify("Maggie seems more corruptable.");<</script>><</first>> <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieSpankedHard")>>\

You and Maggie are working the tavern again on a relatively quiet night when Ben and Harris Delway arrive. Maggie is wearing her modified top, and seems to be revelling in the extra attention she is getting from the men. You hear her peppy giggles any time she passes particularly handsy tables. The men have learned by now that she'll allow them quick touches and for the most part, none push their luck. Ben and Harris, the large woodcutters, however, often get a little too handsy when they are drunk. You and Maggie have experience dealing with their boldness by now, and can usually manage. Occasionally one of you gets caught by a more intense grope, resulting in moans and more difficulty focusing for the rest of the night. It would be easy to get Derrick to crack down on Ben and Harris, but neither of you has done so despite often complaining about the woodcutters. Maggie, as usual, seems to be taking the brunt of the attention tonight. The men are all eager to grope the pretty girl whenever possible. You suspect that the men get a kick out of groping a girl who everyone knew was chaste but who also had the body of a siren, draped in modest clothing. Because of all of the probing hands, Maggie seems to be getting pretty aroused. You know the signs by now. Her hands shake as she carries drinks. Her reflexes slow, allowing more and more men to paw her as she works. She often stops and takes a deep shuddering breath as if to leanse herself of improper thoughts. Tonight she is displaying all these signs, signalling her inner desire which she fights to hide from the world. The men pick up on it as well, taking increasing liberties. A hand slipped up to cup her breasts sends a shiver down Maggie's spine and fingers tracing the curve of her ass to the moist treasure between her thighs make her moan softly. Still, Maggie continues working. She even frequents Ben Delway's table, listening lustfully to their teasing words. You know by now that Maggie can handle herself and so you don't pay much attention to her until you hear the sound of a tin cup striking the wooden floor. You look up to see a mug roll under the table. Whether Maggie dropped it or Ben pushed it, you don't know. "Pick that up, missy," Ben tells Maggie. Meekly she complies, crouching down onto all fours and crawling under the table. from your angle in the corner of the room, you can clearly see the mug. Maggie crawls to get it but then stops. <<linkreplace "Maggie" t8n>> ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Maggie smells the spilled ale from her place in the underside of the table. She feels the wooden floor underneath her bare palms and knees, and she crawls forward. She is about to grab the mug when she notices something in the corner of her eye. She freezes, feeling a scandalous surge of arousal settle in her stomach. Her already damp pussy begins to leak again as her eyes focus on Ben Delway's cock. He must have pulled it out of his trousers as she crawled under the table, Maggie realizes. Now the massive shaft extends into the air, hard and bouncing slightly. It has a faint masculine smell that Maggie can only barely detect at first, but begins to ignite a hidden passion she didn't know she had. She knows it is a sin to lust after another woman's husband, and she also feels a stab of guilt that she feels desire for a man who isn't her fiance. Still, the guilt doesn't quell her lust, instead feeding into it and clouding her mind to reason. Maggie fights the intense desire to take the cock into her hands and feel its bottled up need. She longs to press it past her lips, stretching her jaw around it and tasting its flavor for the first time. She practically dreams of straddling it and letting Ben fill her aching cunt. Maggie shakes her head, clearing her mind of the intrusive thoughts. She should slap him for exposing himself to her. If she were a better woman, she would, Maggie thinks. //But I'm not. I've given in to temptation and this is my reward, to be treated like a whore.// She means for her thoughts to scold her back into her right mind, but in her current state of excitement, Maggie only finds the thought even more arousing. Steeling her nerve, she grabs the mug, looking one last time at the huge man's glorious member before extricating herself from under the table. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- You don't know what Maggie saw, but from the amount of time she spent staring and the shimmering drip of her arousal that slipped past her skirt and into vision, you think you can guess. When she stands back up, mug in hand, she glances at Ben lustily. "Like what you saw?" Ben asks, causing Maggie to blush. The other men at the table laugh drunkenly and Maggie slinks off to the bar, pressing her legs together as she walks. You finish working the rest of the night as usual, although Maggie is very distracted. [[Head Home|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 150>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +150 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <</linkreplace>> <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieUnderTable")>>\

You and Maggie work at the tavern, rushing to keep up with an unusually busy night. The taps are running constantly to keep up with the thirsty patrons, forcing you to constantly hurry from table to bar. You and Maggie don't have time to repel the desirous touches of the men you pass who have grown accustomed to both of you yeilding to them. Unfortunately you don't have time to enjoy it either, constantly moving so that the most you or Maggie recieve are quick squeezes or slaps. Due to your experience, the two of you quickly assuage the needy townsfolk, and before long you find yourself standing before a full room, watching the people drink and laugh heartily. You feel a swell of pride at a job well done. The night's work isn't over yet, but you handled the rush well. As you begin scan the room for anyone who might be ready for a second round, you notice Maggie giggling as she talks to a table of woodcutters. You can easily make out the large figures of Ben and Harris Delway. You're worried for a second, but when Maggie laughs and takes a swig from one of the men's mugs of ale you let yourself relax. Maggie's dealt with them before. She knows how to handle herself. The night continues as fast paced as it began. As you wait tables you find yourself getting worked up from the occasional groping. One man even slips a hand under your skirt and presses it to your panties. If you weren't wet already, you are now, and you soon find yourself blushing and giggling just as much as Maggie whenever you recieve any attention. Maggie seems to be having fun as well. You can tell from her movements that she is becoming aroused by the incessant touches and lewd comments the men shower her with. Her short skirt is useless at hiding the moisture gleaming on her thighs, and the men take notice, teasing her relentlessly about her state of arousal. Despite her obvious embarassment, the comments only make the heat she is feeling worse. Surprisingly, Ben and Harris' table are the least aggressive towards Maggie. Instead of groping the sultry waitress, they only joke with her and offer her drinks of ale. Unfortunately, the ale quickly goes to Maggie's head, lowering her already eroded inhibitions to the point where her giggles turn to moans. Still, Maggie maintains boundaries, slapping away anyone's hands that get too bold. Although the alcohol has made her open to more, it has also made her less accommodating to the men who push their luck... for now at least. Towards the end of the night that changes. As you are dropping off a mug of ale to a man at the edge of the room you see Maggie bring some ale to the woodcutter table. You see Maggie gasp as Harris abandons the restraint he has shown for most of the night, pulling the lusty barmaid to his side. Maggie pretends to try to pull away, but her arousal is so obvious that Harris only laughs. "We've been sharing our alcohol with you all night, now it's your turn to share something with us," Harris tells Maggie. His words are slurred slightly from the alcohol. Maggie doesn't respond, looking at the men with a panicked but lusty expression. You watch her, wondering what they'll make her do. You know you should go help her but you feel a hand on your ass as the man behind you helps himself to your body. You shudder at the touch and freeze up, unable to convince yourself to move. "I'll give you a choice," Harris tells Maggie, "You can show us your tits or I'll show everyone what's under your skirt." Maggie's face goes pale. Although she doesn't want to flash the men at the table, she knows that the alternative is worse. She shivers at the thought of all the men seeing the juicy mess her pussy has become, and for a moment considers letting Harris do what he wants. You watch her indecision, gasping from both the rough roping you're feeling on your bottom, and the lewd choice Maggie is being forced to make. "I'll show you my breasts," Maggie says a moment later, almost too quietly for you to hear. "Good girl!" Harris says, giving Maggie a slap on the ass which causes a bead of her arousal to run down her leg. Maggie looks down and bites her lip before slowly grasping at the bottom of her tight shirt. You know she is going slow out of embarrassment, but the gradual exposure of her smooth stomach, only tantalizes the men more. When she reveals her bra the men watch with obvious desire. You watch as well, enjoying the touches lavished on you by your own lust patron. Maggie stands in front of the table with her bra uncovered. You can see her shaking slightly, although you don't know if it is from arousal or nervousness. Probably both. "Keep going," Harris growls, jolting Maggie into action. You hold your breath as Maggie tugs the cups of her bra down slowly, exposing the ample flesh of her <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts to the waiting patrons. You gasp when you see her perfect breasts, peaked with the tiny buds of her nipples, hard from the attention she is recieving. Even without the support of her bra, Maggies breasts look firm and round, only sagging slightly under their own weight. You watch them rise and fall as Maggie draws rapid shaky breaths. "I can tell you like what you're seeing," the man behind you whispers, pushing his fingers between your legs and prodding your wet slit. "Wish you could get your mouth on those, huh?" he laughs. You only moan under your breath, insanely turned on by the stimulus all around you. No matter how turned on you are, however, Maggie must be twice as horny. She would never admit it, but being seen by all of these men has her aching to get off. Her arousal is most obvious to Harris, who is close enough to smell her dripping pussy and feel the heat radiating from her body. Maggie exposes herself for only a few seconds, but those few seconds feel like forever to the intoxicated barmaid. When she pushes her bra back up and pulls down her shirt, her face is colored a deep red. "Very nice," Harris says to the agreement of his companions. "She doesn't even need that bra," another man at the table says. You imagine the chaos that would erupt if Maggie started wearing only a shirt to work. //Maybe it would be a good idea...// As Maggie escapes to the back room. You hear the man behind you grunt and know you'll have to clean a little extra under that table. You push his hand away and hurry to get back to work, pretending like you weren't just captivated by Maggie's sensuous display. Maggie wisely waits until the patrons have left to emerge from the back room and help clean. Judging by her increased focus and the guilty look on her face, she wasn't just waiting around back there. Fortunately, Derrick doesn't seem to have noticed any of the night's events. You clean up the tavern and collect your alcohol. When you tell Maggie goodbye, she avoids eye contact with you. You smile, knowing that her modest facade is being broken down revealing the person she's really meant to be. [[Head Home|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 450>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +450 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("BraFlash")>>\

You head to the tavern to start a day of work. After you change into your uniform, Derrick calls you over behind the bar. "We're having a small event at the tavern tonight, and I'd like you and Maggie to work it. One of the woodcutters is getting married and having the celebration here. Would you be okay with helping set up and serving tonight?" Derrick asks. You tell him you would be glad to help out, and the two of you get to work setting canvas tablecloths over the tables. Maggie arrives a little later and is excited to hear that you are decorating for a wedding celebration. She agrees right away to help and begins decorating the tables as best she can with the paltry resources available to her. "For my wedding I'll be sure to bring much nicer decorations," she tells you before launching into a description of the flower arrangements she wants. You listen quietly, unsure of what to say when you do get the chance to get a word in. The two of you work diligently until the evening, when you wait patiently for the guests to arrive from the church. After checking the stores in the back room, however, you return to find Maggie has gone missing. ----- Unbeknownst to you, Maggie is currently crawling under one of the tables, cursing the near complete darkness caused by the oversized tablecloths. She had leaned against the table and realized it was off balance. Maggie gropes around in the darkness, trying to slide a small piece of wood under the table to balance it out. The familiar sound of the front entrance opening makes Maggie desperate to finish her task, but she is too late. Before she can scramble free from her place in the place beneath the tablecloth, the chairs slide back and several burly men sit themselves around the table. Maggie can hear your voice as you ask the men what they would like. She realizes with a sinking feeling that she is under the table of Ben and Harris Delway, along with a few other woodcutters who were not so familiar around the tavern. //I'm going to have to stay down here for a while.// Maggie thinks. Although she is frustrated she is careful not to make a sound. Instead she listens as the sounds of the tavern grow into a cacophony of music, laughter, mugs clinking. ----- "Have you seen Maggie?" you ask Derrick. "She disappeared right before people got here and I haven't seen her since." "No, I haven't seen her since we were setting up." Derrick answers. He doesn't get the chance to say more as some of the townsfolk approach the bar and noisily invite him to a toast. You get back to work, bringing drinks to the overfull tavern. Near the stage people have begun dancing to tunes played by Bregan and a few other woodcutters who you don't immediately recognize. The rowdy atmosphere of the night increases as the night goes on, and without Maggie to help you are quickly overwhelmed. You also realize just how much having Maggie there helped distract from your presence. Without Maggie you find yourself recieving far more gropes and pinches. At first it is annoying, but as the night continues and the men grow bolder you find the groping begins to get you a little worked up. You feel hot from both the exertion and the probing touches of the patrons. Although all of the tables are high energy, many of the men are kept in line by their wives. Whenever the attention becomes too much, you stay near the newlyweds' table, free from the hungry touches of the older woodcutters. The happy couple are Sven and Madison Ligan, both are slightly younger than you are, but they grew up near the woodcutting village outside of town, so you never got to know them. You don't get much of a chance to talk to them, but you make sure to congratulate them and wish them luck. The most rowdy table, unsurprisingly, is the table where Ben and Harris Delway are seated with a group of their friends. You manage to ignore their dirty comments and audacious groping for most of the night. As you begin to grow tired and slightly aroused, however, you let more and more slide. Each time you bring another round to the Delways' table they push you a little further, and you find yourself starting to enjoy it. When Ben Delway slides his hand under your skirt and massages your pussy through your soaked panties, you moan and almost let him keep going before realizing where you are. The men all laugh as you hurry away. You find yourself worrying that if you visit their table again you will give in. Still, despite avoiding the drunken woodcutters, you soon find yourself tempting fate. //Why am I doing this?// you ask yourself as you bend over the table next to Harris and gather mugs. The whole table eyes your hanging cleavage as you slowly collect the empty drinking vessels. Your breath is heavy with anticipation for the molestation you know is about to come. When Harris' hand squeezes your thigh you squeak and almost collapse on the table. The men laugh as you struggle to keep a straight face despite Harris moving his hand towards your hot cunt. When his rough fingers slide your panties to the side and stroke your dripping pussy you moan and rock backwards. "She's loving this!" one man laughs. "What a slut. I wish the other girl was more like her!" Ben says. You ignore their remarks, focussing on the fingers pleasuring you. Harris doesn't move his fingers against your ripe cunt tenderly, instead pressing them inside you with rough desire. If you were any less horny it might have been uncomfortable, but the night of groping has your slit well lubricated and ready. You can only squirm and whine as he begins to stroke your insides with two thick fingers. Any hope of keeping your dignity is lost and you resign yourself to climaxing right here in front of everyone. Your only solace is that all the other tables are preoccupied with their own discussions. Due to the rapid pace of Harris' motions and the lewdness of the situation, you quickly feel your orgasm approaching. The prospective intensity of it only makes it worse when Harris pulls his hand away suddenly. You whine when you feel the sudden emptiness and look back at Harris with longing eyes. "You don't get to come yet," he says cruelly. "Make her beg for it,' suggests one of the others at the table, but Harris has a better idea. "I want you to help us out. Earn your orgasm." Harris tells you. You follow his hand with your eyes and see it slip under the table. You hear buttons unclasp and understand immediately what he wants. //Am I really going to do this?// you wonder. Yes, yes you are, apparently. You kneel down next to Harris' chair and reach under the tablecloth, searching for his hard cock. When you find it, you gasp. It must be over $harris.penislength inches long, and it is so thick that your fingertips barely touch the tip of your thumb as you wrap your hand around it. You shouldn't be so surprised, considering Harris' immense size, but it still makes you flush with warmth feeling it pulsing in your grasp. Slowly you begin to slide your hand up and down. Your other hand moves to your dripping pussy of its own accord and you begin to masturbate yourself as you jack Harris off. When the man on the other side of you notices, he scolds you and pulls your hand to his free cock. You begin stroking it as well, leaving your aching pussy untouched. The man next to you is not nearly as large as Harris, but you still stroke him enthusiastically under the tablecloth, wishing you could see both of their straining cocks. "I think once you satisfy everyone at the table we'll let you cum." Harris says, to the enthusiastic agreement of the other men. You look around at the six hungry faces and then nod. It's going to be a long evening... ------- Under the table, Maggie watches incredulously in the dim light which sneaks in under the tablecloth as Harris' massive cock bounces free of his trousers. Trapped as she is, Maggie is forced to watch as you slide your hand up and down, stroking him with your delicate fingers. Maggie has no choice but to stare as a bead of deliciously thick precum forms at the tip of Harris' member and slides down the shaft, lubricating it for your hand. Maggie can't escape the slick noises of your hand eagerly jacking off the meaty rods nor the sight of all six springing free as the others wait their turn. What Maggie can control is how far away from the cocks she sits, but as the area under the tablecloth fills with the masculine musk of the six woodcutters, Maggie finds herself leaning in towards Harris' penis, securing the best view of it possible. As your speed increases, Maggie watches the drooling tip of Harris' cock, mesmerized by the huge organ. Maggie hardly notices when her mouth falls open and she drools slightly at the sight. All around her the men stroke their cocks slowly, keeping them ready for you and treating Maggie to sights which make her pussy drench her panties. She begins to pant as she is overwhelmed by the sights and smells of sex all around her. Harris is the first to cum. Maggie flinches as his cock erupts in your hand and a rope of thick white cum arcs through the air, spattering her hair. The sight of Harris' pulsing cock overwhelms Maggie's common sense and she stays frozen in place as more shoots out and coats her face. One shot lands in her mouth and Maggie almost coughs before remembering to stay quiet. She spits it out, letting it run down her chin, but the salty taste remains. Normally she might have been disgusted, but Maggie is currently so aroused that the flavor only turns her on more. When some more of his cum drips from her cheek into her mouth she rolls it around and swallows. The perversity of swallowing Harris' cum overrides any distaste she feels, making her wish she had more. She quickly buries the desire, trying not to give in to her arousal. A moment later you drive the other man to orgasm. The first shots catch Maggie off guard, hitting her shoulder and soaking into her uniform. Maggie tries to avoid the rest, and they spatter onto the floor and coat your hand. The next two men go quickly, turned on by the anticipation. Their first few shots are unavoidable, spraying Maggie's hair. Finally, Maggie watches you move to the last two men, one of whom is Ben Delway. His cock is almost as large as his sons, and Maggie can't help but stare as you stroke him with increased desperation. The other man cums quickly, and Maggie can't escape the few spurts of hot cum which land on her thigh. Ben doesn't cum so easily, and Maggie notices you working his penis with an intensity you didn't use for any of the others. She realizes just how desperate you are and it makes her even hornier. Ben's penis pulses powerfully as he approaches his climax and finally he begins cum. Maggie hears him groan and tries to move back as his cum arcs through the air. She has no room to escape, however, and Ben ends up spraying her luscious cleavage, coating it with warm wetness. The smell of cum is so powerful under the table that Maggie hardly notices it anymore, inhaling the scent with every breath. Beneath her skirt, her pussy leaks onto the floor, inflamed by the sights around her. "What a whore." Maggie hears the muffled voice of a man from above say. "Ready for your reward?" Harris says. "Yes... please..." There is a submissive desperation in your voice that makes Maggie shudder. "Come here, slut." Maggie watches as your feet step over to Harris. He pulls you onto him roughly and the tablecloth rustles as he adjusts your position until you are sitting in his lap, facing the inside of the table. Under the tablecloth Maggie is treated to the perfect view of his still naked cock, hard and slick with his cum. She watches as he pulls up your skirt and reveals your glistening cunt. You panties have been pushed aside and you straddle his legs, allowing your slit to slide against the shaft of his cock. Maggie leans in, smelling your arousal and staring at the juices which your pussy leaks onto Harris' rod. "Want me to put it in?" Harris asks. Maggie eagerly waits for your response, watching you squirm against his hardness. "Yes. Do it," you whisper, almost too quietly for Maggie to hear from below. "What was that?" Harris asks, grabbing his cock and pressing it against your cunt. Maggie listens to your whorish moan as you feel his hard cock slip against your folds. "Please, put it in. Fuck me..." Maggie hears you begging and feels strange. You always seemed so in control to her. She knew you've done things that a few weeks ago she would have thought incredibly sinful, but she always thought everything was on your terms. Now seeing you begging and dripping as Harris teases you with his cock, the facade is broken. Maggie loses a little respect, but also feels a little better about her own recent losses of control, not to mention incredibly aroused at the sight of her good friend helpless in front of her. Maggie realizes now that being hidden from sight has its advantages, as she sneaks a hand under her own skirt and rubs her clit. "Alright $name, but only because you begged." Harris says, pushing you up and onto his massive cock. Maggie sees your juicy slit devour his cock, easily taking the first few inches. The last bit slides in slower, and Maggie stares as you muscles tense and then relax, sliding further down with each clench. Maggie pushes her panties aside like yours and leans back, working her clit with her pointer and middle fingers. She can feel the cum drying on her hair, face, and perfect <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts, but she ignores it, completely engrossed in the sloppy fucking you are recieving. Harris lifts you up slightly and then slams you down on his cock, making a lewd squelching noise that tonly Maggie can hear. Meanwhile, you rock your hips, grinding against his cock and moaning for the entire table to hear. Maggie can tell from the blushing lips of your cunt that you are close to climaxing, and she races to bring herself to that point. She hasn't been masturbating for long, as she always believed it was sinful, but after a few weeks at the tavern, Maggie has become experienced. It doesn't take much effort from her slender fingers to make her hips roll and her head swim. "Oh gods yes... yes!" Maggie hears you exclaim lewdly as Harris' cock pushes you over the edge. Only a few feet away from her face, you pussy clenches and milks Harris' cock. He grunts once and his balls tighten before emptying a second load deep into your cunt. The sight of the hot cum dripping out of your pussy around Harris' shaft is enough to make Maggie climax as well, and her hips buck forwards, spraying juices onto Harris' legs. "She's a messy one," Harris jokes to the men at the table. Laughter erupts around the table, but Maggie is too caught up in her orgasm to notice. She relaxes a few minutes later, drenched in cum and her own juices. Underneath the table it smells like an orgy just happened, and the cloying scent makes it difficult for Maggie to think straight as she begins to plan her escape. ----- When you pull yourself off of Harris and smooth your skirt you feel the not unpleasant sensation of his warm cum dripping out. You ignore it, letting it spatter onto the floor as you hurry back to work. You'll mop it up later. The rest of the night is uneventful. You clean up the main hall and wash the dishes. Sometime in the night, Maggie joins you in the back room, quickly changing into her old clothes. She heads to a washbasin and splashes herself with water. "Where have you been?" you ask her. "It's been crazy tonight." Maggie blushes and gives an excuse about her father needing her at home. She apologizes and helps you clean up. After the job is done, you change out of your uniform, and notice something strange on Maggie's discarded top. //Is that cum?// you ask yourself. Whatever Maggie got up to, it must have been fun, although you doubt it could have been as enjoyable as your experience, degrading as it was. [[Head home.|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 500>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +500 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieFirstCum")>> <<set $alcohol += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>>\

You prepare for a day of work at the tavern, changing into your uniform and starting the morning task of cleaning. Maggie shows up a little later and helps you out. Maggie must not have gotten much sleep the night before because she seems a little tired as you work. She yawns more often and doesn't engage with your conversation as much as usual. "Are you alright?" you ask Maggie. "You seem tired." Maggie nods at you. "I couldn't sleep last night. I was thinking about Brendon, and how I really don't know him that well. I guess it's just the typical anxiety before a wedding," she says nonchalantly, although you can see doubt in her eyes. Maggie doesn't seem to want to discuss much more so the two of you go back to work. By the time night falls, however, Maggie seems to have perked up. She flits around the tavern waiting on people with her usual enthusiasm. You hear a man compliment Maggie's body and she giggles as if she forgot her earlier melancholy mood. Still, you know how hard it is to stay focused on anything else when you're being teased by the men in the tavern. The night continues much like any other except perhaps that Maggie seems to be getting a little more distracted by the groping and pawing at her ass. You see her cheeks flush and her eyes get unfocused, typically a sign that Maggie is going to slow down or even retire to the restroom for quick relief. Tonight, however, Maggie continues to flaunt her body around the main hall, accepting bolder and bolder groping with little more than a giggle and a slap on the wrist. You catch a thin line of her juices running down her thigh, escaping the cover of her short skirt and feel yourself flush. You can't imagine the night will end uneventfully with Maggie so worked up. Closing time eventually draws near and Maggie is beginning to show her arousal more obviously. Her her round cheeks are painted a delicate red from her state of desire, and her breaths are heavy, lifting her <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts and then letting them fall with an appealing jiggle. The hint of her feminine juices between her thighs has evolved into a sticky mess which she spreads around every time she stops and locks her legs together. Repeated spanks on her ass which have crept lower are recorded on the backs of Maggie's shivering thighs by red marks where the hands grazed the skin below her skirt. Even Maggie's usually perfect hair is a mess, strands hang loose, covering her eyes so that she constantly has to brush it away. Still she doesn't take a break to cool down. Because of Maggie's obvious arousal, you aren't surprised when a drunk man pulls the curvy barmaid into his lap. In fact, you expected it to happen earlier. What you didn't expect was for Maggie to submit meekly, even moaning her assent as the man runs his hands over her body. You watch as Maggie melts into him, a needy ball of lust, begging to be satisfied. The man is no great lover, but it doesn't take much to please Maggie at this point. Simply thrusting his hand roughly between her legs practically has Maggie cumming already. The eager drunk takes full advantage of his fortune, and you see him slip probing fingers under the waitress' skirt. A moment later Maggie is moaning and squirming in his lap, grinding her cushiony ass all over the man's aching cock. Fortunately for Maggie, most of the patrons are far too focused on their own conversations to notice her completely giving herself over to her lusty desires. Only you and the other men at her table watch as the once chaste girl loses her mind to a stranger's rough embrace. The whole matter is over in seconds. Maggie is so worked up that almost any contact with her sopping cunt would make her climax. When she does you notice a spray of femcum squirt under the table as she rocks harder, moving her ass against the man's bulge with movements designed to get him off as well. When she recovers Maggie pulls herself away, ending the lapdance at once. The man doesn't seem to mind, and from the growing stain in the crotch of his trousers you surmise he had a happy ending as well. Maggie looks like even more of a mess. Her hair is mussed and her skirt is wet from her juicy orgasm. She sees you staring and gives you a look that says //'I don't want to talk about it'// before heading to the back. She takes her time cleaning herself up, and you don't blame her. Fortunately when she comes back out she seems satisfied and rejuvenated. The two of you finish out the night without any trouble. [[Head home.|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 650>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +650 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>>\ <<set $alcohol += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieGropeOrgasm")>>\ <<if $maggie.maxlvl <= 4>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Maggie seems more corruptible.");<</script>>\ <<set $maggie.maxlvl to 5>>\ <</if>>\

You head to the tavern for a day of work. When you arrive you head to the back room and find Maggie already there changing into her uniform. It's hard not to stare as the pretty young woman changes. You watch as her modified top slides over her plump breasts but notice thather outfit is significantly more provacative on the top half. Her skirt still extends down to her knees and looks incredibly modest compared to her risqué top. "Have you ever thought of shortening your skirt?" you ask Maggie. "It makes it much easer to move without so much fabric swishing around." Your explanation is paper thin, but you know by now that Maggie needs to be able to convince herself she isn't doing these things for sinful purposes. "I never thought of that," she says slowly, imagining the modification. Maggie pictures all of the extra attention she would recieve by showing off more of her thighs and shudders. "I guess I can try it." she says cheerfully. You smile, excited to see the results of the change. Maggie pulls her skirt up and tightens the band around her stomach. It's a temporary fix, but if she likes it she can get the skirt tailored. As the fabric slides up her thigh you stare openly. She looks much better with a short skirt to match her top and even pulls it up further than you would have expected. When she's done her skirt comes down to her mid thigh a huge improvement from before. You're sure the men will be delighted. When evening comes Maggie flits around the floor as usual serving drinks and accepting slaps and gropes from the rowdy patrons. The men all seem to enjoy the changes to her uniform, getting more handsy and taking advantage of how easy it is to slip a hand under Maggie's skirt now. Maggie chides the boldest of the men, pushing their hands away, but only after letting them cop a feel of her round ass. You realize a hidden benefit of the short skirt as the night grows late. As Maggie gets more and more turned on the juices that leak from her pussy quickly slip past the hem of her skirt. Revealing her arousal to anyone who looks at her smooth thighs, which is to say, everyone. Maggie doesn't seem to notice the display she's putting on for the tavern still smiling and giggling coyly even as the juices running down her reveal her true feelings. At the end of the night when you are changing back into your usual clothes, Maggie enters the back room flushed and breathing heavily. "You were right, $name. It really does help me move around quicker. I'm going to tell Derrick to have my skirt tailored to this length." Maggie tells you. Judging by Derrick's lusty looks throughout the night he will be perfectly happy to do that for her. "Happy to help," you respond with a smile. You collect your bag and the aclohol from Derrick and head home, excited to see how Maggie's new wardrobe modification changes things around the tavern. [[Finish Working|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 400>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +400 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.push("BraFlash")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieGropeOrgasm")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("SpyMaggieBathroom")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieSkirtShortening")>>\

<<first>>\ Another day of working at the tavern starts like many others. You and Maggie clean the tavern and prepare for the evening rush. The evening is slower than usual, leaving you and Maggie bored. Maggie gets her kicks by being extra flirty with the few patrons while you chat with Derrick to pass the time. You have a few drinks with the bartender, talking about the tavern and eventually, Maggie. "I got her skirt shortened like she asked," Derrick tells you, "but I can't help but worry that she's getting too into this waitressing job. I've been to my fair share of taverns before, but I've never seen a girl go after the attention this much, even when they were being paid to enjoy it." "I know, isn't she great?" you ask, feeling a little tipsy from the alcohol. Derrick frowns. "I guess so, but that's not what I meant. I'm fine with teasing, but this is a respectable tavern, not a brothel. She's starting to act more seem more like a whore than a waitress." Derrick's concerns seem a little overblown to you. It's not like Maggie's going around blowing the patrons of the tavern, although you //would// like to see that. "I guess years of ignoring any sexual desires will do that to someone." you say, standing up and excusing yourself to use the bathroom. In the bathroom you quickly enter one of the stalls and relieve yourself. When you're done you look at the stall and get a devious idea. It doesn't take you long to find a drill in the back room, one of the ones Derrick uses to cut holes into the barrels for tapping. You slide it under your shirt and smuggle it back to the bathroom stall. Once place the drill against the wooden stall wall and begin to crank the metal. The drill creaks as you work as if calling out for oil. Your slight intoxication allows you to lose yourself in the task, quickly boring through the stall. The clatter of wood on the floor announces that you've completed your work, and you step back to admire the results. The hole is around four inches in diameter, but the dim light in the stall makes it almost difficult to see unless you know what you're looking for. For any drunk patrons it might as well be invisible, but it provides the perfect peek-hole for you if something exciting happens in the privacy of the stall. After you clean up the sawdust you get back to work. The rest of the night is, unsurprisingly, as slow as the first part. You and Maggie clean up and head out earlier than usual after you grab a bottle of grain spirits from Derrick. [[Head home|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $alcohol += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>>\ <<finally>>\ It's another slow night at the tavern. You and Maggie easily keep up with the needs of the patrons, satisfying both their thirst for ale and their groping hands. Bored by the lack of work, Maggie begins lingering near the table, giving the patrons longer gropes. You watch her feign innocence as a woodcutter slides his hand up her short skirt. You can't see what he does, but Maggie moans before halfheartedly pushing his hand away. It doesn't take long for juices to begin leaking down her thigh, and you catch a glimpse of glistening moisture near the hem of her skirt as she struts around the tavern. "Do you see what I mean?" Derrick asks, "She still plays the part of the innocent maiden but we can all see that's not the case." Maggie giggles at a lewd remark from one of the patrons as if to underscore Derrick's point. "I don't see what the problem is. I thought a guy like you would like girls who aren't afraid to have a little fun." You wink at Derrick and he looks down. "I do, it's just that the church already looks down on alcohol. If things go much further then it won't be hard for Reya to shut this place down." Derrick says in a quiet voice. You hadn't thought of that. "If Reya tries anything, I'll take care of her." You tell the bartender. He seems skeptical but nods anyway. When you get back to work you see that Maggie is still enjoying herself. A few strands have fallen from her usually perfect hair and are now stuck to her forehead with sweat. She is blushing a little, and the groping seems to be taking a greater toll on the curvy waitress. You watch her lean on a table to steady herself as a particularly handsy patron palms her round ass through her skirt. For a moment she loses composure and you see a look of pure desire on her face. A second later she steps away, leaving the man unsatisfied, although you doubt he is as worked up as she is. "I'm going to go use the restroom," Maggie tells you breathlessly. You nod and she hurries off to the door at the side of the room. Certain she's gone there for more than just the call of nature, you follow a short time later, using a quick spell to dampen your footsteps. The inside of the cramped bathroom smells of sex, sweat, and the faint smell of vanilla, confirming your suspicions about the reason for Maggie's sudden departure. You quietly slip into the stall next to her, and thank the gods for your luck. She's in the stall with the hole you drilled. You take a deep breath and peek through the small hole. You knew she would be worked up, but the sight of her still surprises you. Maggie's skirt and panties are around her ankles and she leans back on the toilet, desperately rubbing herself. Her pussy and thighs glisten in the dim light of the oil lamp as Maggie relieves the built up tension of a night of unsolicited groping. The sound of her heavy breathing and the occasional whine which escapes her lips are like music to your ears. As quietly as possible you slide your own hand under your skirt and find your pussy. You stroke yourself to the sight of your friend guiltily relieving herself, exceedingly thankful that you had the forethought to drill the peekhole. Seeing Maggie like this makes you unbelievably horny. You feel your orgasm approaching, but Maggie has a head start on you. Her hand moves with increasing desperation as she masturbates with abandon, before her hips suddenly buck upwards. Until this point, Maggie had been doing pretty well at keeping quiet, but as she brings herself to climax she can't help but moan. You watch her pussy clench and then explode with a spurt of juices which soak her delicate fingers and drip down onto her skirt and panties. Maggie's hips rock forward and backwards as if humping some imaginary cock, jiggling her <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> tits with each bounce. When she recovers from the bliss, Maggie pulls her panties and skirt back up. She wears a guilty look on her face, and you watch in disbelief as she actually begins to mumble a quick prayer under her breath. As she asks Vessa, the chaste motherly goddess for help controlling her urges in the future. Watching Maggie pray for help resisting temptation in a bathroom stall while wearing a skirt and panties soaked by her own girlcum is a strangely erotic sight, and because you are already worked up from seeing the events which preceded it, you feel yourself succumb to your own orgasm. You have to fight to stay silent as your pussy spasms, drooling a wave of femcum onto your fingers. You feel your body tighten and bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning at the pleasure which rolls through you. Sometime during your orgasm, Maggie gets up and leaves the stall, heading back out to finish up the night's work. You wait a few minutes and then sneak out while Maggie isn't looking, joining her. Maggie's momentary lapse seems to have cleared her head, and she is much less yielding to the lusty grasp of the patrons. Unfortunately she still smells of sex which drives the rowdy men wild. By the end of the night you can tell she is starting to warm up again despite her guilt. [[Head home|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 550>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +550 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>>\ <<set $alcohol += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>>\ <</first>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("SpyMaggieBathroom")>>\

You start work at the tavern, changing into your uniform and cleaning in preparation for the night. Maggie works alongside you, eager for the evening to arrive. When the men begin to arrive, the two of you begin to serve them alcohol, getting caught up in the energy of the night. After a few minutes, Ben and Harris Delway arrive and sit down with some woodcutters, joining into the revelry. Maggie serves their table, taking their lewd comments with meek acceptance as she delivers them ale. For most of the night the woodcutters keep themselves under control, but as the alcohol goes to their heads they begin to get more daring with their groping of Maggie. Maggie does nothing to dissuade the burly men, even spending more time than she has to at their table. You keep an eye on her as you work, making sure that she doesn't let herself get too lost in the Delways' attention. Despite watching Maggie whenever you get the chance, you suddenly find the barmaid has disappeared. You scan the room for any sign of her but she's nowhere to be seen. //Maybe she went to the bathroom or to the back room to wash some dishes.// You doubt it, but go to check anyway. ----- Maggie is not in the bathroom or the back room. The attractive barmaid happened to spill some ale on the floor near the woodcutters' table and had to get down on her hands and knees to clean it up. Now she crawls forward, cleaning the ale from the wooden floor with a rag, delightfully aware that men can see a hint of her panties as she sticks her ass up seductively. Maggie keeps wiping the floor even after the ale is gone, enjoying the compromising position she's in. She even crawls forward, wiping the floor under the table and inviting a couple of the woodcutters to slap her ass. She whimpers under her breath as she feels the spankings land, making her perfect ass burn red. Maggie is about to crawl back and stand up when she sees Harris' hands fumbling with his trousers. She freezes, both excited and daunted by the boldness of the young woodcutter. Harris frees his massive cock and Maggie watches as the mouthwatering rod slowly hardens. Above her Harris laughs as he jokes about giving her something to fantasize about to the others at the table. She barely registers what he's saying, too focussed on his cock. It looks even larger than she remembers, and Maggie finds herself fighting a strange desire which burns within her. Maggie knows she should crawl back out from under the table and get back to work, but something about the meaty cock in front of her holds her in place. It throbs with Harris' pulse, tempting Maggie with it's bouncing. A bit of precum leaks from the tip, and Maggie finds herself getting lost in a haze caused by the heady masculine scent of Harris' manhood. Visions of herself kissing and worshiping Harris' engorged cock flash through Maggie's thoughts, slowly eroding her resistance. She crawls ever closer without thinking until Harris can feel her hot breath on his skin. //Am I really about to do this?// Maggie asks herself. She doesn't have time to answer because Harris pulls her head forward until her face is nuzzled between his legs. The only thing Maggie can think about is the overpowering scent of Harris as he pushes her head against his cock. It drives her wild with need. Harris' flushed rod rests on her cheek as she inhales deeply, losing herself to the powerful masculine presence before her. It feels good to be claimed, so good that Maggie cant resist running a hand over her aching pussy. She moans and opens her mouth, searching for Harris' cock with her tongue. When she finds it she shudders, enjoying the taste of his skin. She wants more. Some part of her protests at the thought of willingly taking someone's cock into her mouth, but it is distant compared to the searing need which urges her onward. Maggie kisses Harris' cock passionately, working her way from the base to the tip. The rock hard rod pulses when she kisses the tip, spreading precum over her full lips like salty lip gloss. The taste of his secretions makes Maggie moan again and she begins to move her hands over her clit with increasing speed. Maggie slowly forgets her resistance, her modesty, and her chastity, losing herself in the moment and letting Harris push open her lips with his manhood. Maggie welcomes the intrusion with her tongue, savoring every flavor as she takes the cock deeper and deeper. The taste makes Maggie drool, coating Harris' dick with her sticky saliva. Acting in accordance with a primal instinct, Maggie begins to bob her head, messily pleasuring Harris with her mouth. Occasionally she moans around his cock as she pleasures herself as well. Maggie loses track of time, content to be a willing slut for Harris. She can feel him getting more desperate as she works her mouth on his cock, and tries to take him deeper with every bob of her head. Maggie struggles not to gag as she takes him in her throat. She savors the sensation of losing herself to her desires, moving her head faster and faster in order to please Harris. The underside of the table is filled with the wet noises of Maggie's blowjob and the shlicking of her hand against her drooling cunt. She knows that if Harris cums she won't be able to hold back her own orgasm. The feeling of Maggie's willing lips sliding over his shaft proves too much for Harris. He grunts and his cock erupts with cum. The first bit shoots directly down Maggie's throat, making her eyes widen with surprise. She pulls her head back so the rest can fill her mouth, and she swirls it with her tongue. The taste isn't amazing but the naughtiness of having her mouth filled makes her shudder with delight. Harris' cock is still pulsing when Maggie begins to climax. She can't help but to moan as waves of ecstasy cross her body, but the moan comes out as more of a wet gurgle as cum leaks from her full lips, dribbling down her chin and dripping onto her plump cleavage. Maggie tries to swallow as much cum as she can, but when Brendon pulls his cock from her mouth her face and tits are a sticky mess. Maggie knows she should feel ashamed of herself but despite her orgasm she still feels incredibly horny. She wipes the cum and drool mixture from her chin and rubs the rest into the skin of her breasts. As a result the slutty barmaid's tits smell like cum, but it's better than leaving the cum glaze sitting on her breasts. Eager to get back to work, Maggie crawls out from under the table. All of the woodcutters look at her lustily, making dirty remarks about her, but Maggie only giggles. Later she can feel guilty about her behavior, but right now she is going to enjoy herself. ----- When you find Maggie again you can tell she's been up to something. Her hair is messed up and she smells of sex. You think you can smell a faint masculine scent on her as well, which makes you blush. She's definitely been enjoying herself. By the end of the night Maggie seems lost in a lusty haze, and you know she won't be getting much sleep tonight. [[Head Home|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 3900>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +3900 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieBlowjob")>>\

You arrive at the tavern and eagerly await Maggie. You are feeling especially horny today and want to see Maggie pushed to her limits. You fill two mugs with ale and consider your plans for the night. You decide to see if you can get Maggie drunk. It shouldn't be too hard considering how reckless she has been lately. When Maggie arrives you let her change into her uniform, watching her closely as she strips in front of you. Maggie teases you a little as she changes, and you are surprised at how comfortable she is in just her underwear. You never would have guessed that she was the same girl who went to church every week. When you offer her the ale, Maggie takes it without question, and the two of you chat as you finish your drinks. By the time night falls, you have Maggie giggling and flushed from the effects of the ale. She stumbles a little as she works, unsteady on her feet. Derrick watches her with a concerned look on his face, and you head to the bar to reassure him. "I don't think it's a good idea," Derrick says with a frown. "Just wait, and enjoy the show," you say, running your hand over his broad shoulders. Your touch seems to relieve some of Derrick's tension, and he looks at your body lustily. "Alright, but don't let her get too out of hand. This is a tavern not a brothel." You nod at Derrick before grabbing more mugs and heading back out to the floor. You watch Maggie, who is already being extra flirty with the townsfolk. She accepts their groping with giggles and occasional moans, even letting herself be pulled into some of the men's laps. She makes sure to tease them with her perfect ass, grinding lustily against their erections before escaping back to her work. Throughout the night, Maggie shares more than a few drinks with the patrons, and eventually she becomes visibly drunk. The men don't hesitate to enjoy the benefits of her intoxication, getting more aggressive with their touches. One man manages to slide her panties off, leaving Maggie bewildered when she bends over and flashes her dripping slit to a couple of men. The men don't let up, many getting a good feel of her bare ass and slimy cunt. Maggie doesn't even seem to care, worked up to an incredibly aroused state by the rough touches. Finally Maggie stumbles over to you. "I think I need to spend the night here tonight. Can you ask Derrick for a room?" Maggie's words are slurred and her eyes are unfocused from intoxication and lust. You nod. "Just go up and pick a room, I'll let Derrick know." Maggie giggles and hugs you, pushing her breasts against yours. Her breath smells of alcohol but her body smells of sweat, vanilla, and her arousal. "Thanks, $name!" Maggie says before stumbling towards the stairs. You tell Derrick and he nods, giving you a look that says ‘I told you so'. You shrug and get back to work, finishing out the night without much trouble. You still feel the same horniness as earlier, however, so you let yourself enjoy the touching of the men. They might prefer Maggie, but you are almost as good. When all the men leave for the night you and Derrick clean up the main hall and wipe the bar. "Maybe we should check on Maggie," Derrick says. You nod, and the two of you pause your work and head upstairs. When you push open the door to the first room you immediately smell Maggie's feminine arousal. Derrick is right behind you as the two of you enter the room, seeing Maggie laying on the bed in an incredibly compromising position. The sexy waitress passed out, but before she went to sleep she must have taken the time to enjoy herself. Her short skirt is hiked up to reveal her bare pussy and the bed is drenched with her juices. You and Derrick both stare at her perfect <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts, tugged free of her tight top and exposed to the air. Her face is still flushed even though she is sleeping soundly. The sight of Maggie passed out in such a sexy position reignites your own arousal. You wish you could have seen her in the act, but seeing the results are almost as good. Derrick seems to be affected almost as much, and you smirk when you see his pants tighten around his stiffening cock. You back up against him, rubbing your ass against his crotch in teasing circles. Derrick groans and you know he won't be able to resist your advances. "She's become such a slut," Derrick whispers as he stares at Maggie's naked body. "Like what I've done with her?" You say as you unbutton Derrick's trousers. "This can't all be because of you. She must have been like this deep inside." Derrick says, subconsciously pushing himself against you. "Yeah, but she needed a few pushes to let this part of herself out." You say breathily, letting Derrick's cock slip free of his underwear. The stiff rod slides against your ass and you pull down your skirt, desperate to feel it against your skin. Both of you moan as his stiff manhood finds your hot slit. Unable to wait any longer you pull your panties to the side, letting his engorged head slide against your slick folds. "Oh $name. You're so wet," Derrick whispers. "I'm wet for you, you respond as you line his cock up with your cunt. "I need you inside me now! Take me right here in front of Maggie." You gasp, losing control of your voice. Derrick growls and thrusts forward, filling you in a moment. Your dripping snatch spreads easily around his cock, and you cry out with delight as you feel him throbbing inside you. Derrick continues his advance, pushing you forward until he bends you over the bed. It squeaks as you lean onto the mattress, but Maggie doesn't stir. Derrick begins to gently slide in and out of you, pressing you against the bed as he takes you from behind. In front of you you see Maggie's damp cunt, only inches away from your face. The smell of Maggie's femcum incites a burning desire to taste her pretty pink pussy and every thrust of Derrick's cock slamming home inside you strips away your hesitation. Finally you give in and push your mouth to Maggie's mouthwatering pussy licking her folds clean with your tongue. The depravity of Derrick fucking you as you bury your face in your sleeping friend's cunt has the bartender thrusting faster and faster. You feel his grip on your ass tightening as he takes you mercilessly. The sounds of your moans, muffled by Maggie's pussy, fill the room but Maggie still does not stir. Still, her body clearly reacts to the stimulation. Her nipples harden and her pussy leaks sweet juices onto your eager tongue. Being fucked with your face pressed against Maggie's sloppy pussy has you quickly approaching a powerful climax. It spreads through your body in waves of ecstasy forcing you to clench around Derrick's cock. The feeling of you clamping around Derrick's cock is too much for him as well, and he pulls himself free of your soaked cunt just in time to unload onto your back. You feel his hot cum spatter against your skin, rolling down your round ass leaving a shimmering trail. Derrick rubs his sensitive cock against your butt, spreading the last of his cum around on your skin. It takes a couple minutes for you to recover, but when you do you stand and kiss Derrick passionately. Your face is covered in Maggie's juices, and Derrick tastes femcum on your lips. He clearly enjoys the taste, slipping his tongue over your lips. You let him lick you clean, delighting in the attention he gives you. "Next time finish inside me," you tell him with a grin. "Maybe some time," Derrick tells you, although he seems reluctant. You understand. One son is more than enough for Derrick. Still, you long to feel him fill you with his seed. You clean yourselves up and you head back downstairs, saying your goodbyes and heading home. You know Maggie will be hungover in the morning, and wonder if she'll have any recollection of the events of the night, or maybe a rather pleasurable dream. [[Head Home.|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 2100>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +2100 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>> <<set $derrick.relationship += 5>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Derrick improved!");<</script>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieDrunk2")>>\

You head to the back of the bar and change into your uniform. Maggie shows up later and changes into her own significantly skimpier uniform. Seeing her dressed so immodestly always turns you on a little bit, and before evening even arrives you feel yourself flushing with desire. You are excited to see what she'll do today. When the townsfolk begin to arrive, the quiet ambience of the main hall is quickly lost to the spirited energy of the night. After a long day of work the men in the tavern can't wait to relieve some stress both through a stiff drink and a little eye candy. The rowdiness of the patrons steadily grows through the night as you and Maggie struggle to keep up with the demands of the townsfolk. After a while, Maggie begins to lose focus. You hear her flirting with customers and occasionally one of her high pitched moans is clearly audible as she endures a particularly rigorous groping. You feel the increased strain of the night's work but at least Maggie is taking the brunt of the men's attention, leaving you in relative peace to serve the patrons. Whenever you get the chance, you watch Maggie from afar, slowly feeling yourself get worked up by her bold teasing. //Does she realize just how slutty she acts while working?// Seeing her bend over and flash one of the woodcutters makes your heartbeat race. If she does know, she doesn't care. For most of the night everything goes smoothly, that is until you and Maggie look up and see Maggie being treated especially rough by one of the patrons. You watch her for a moment, enjoying the display, but then decide to step in. It's not that Maggie isn't enjoying the man's attention, but more that you're worried he might push her too far. Already Maggie is moaning and rocking her hips. The man's hand disappears up her skirt and you would be surprised if he allows the useless fabric of her panties keep him from caressing her wet honeypot. In moments you are across the room, close enough to smell Maggie's arousal and see the pure bliss in her eyes. The man looks at you hungrily as you approach, clearly considering the benefits of having both waitresses under his thumb, so to speak. "Come on Maggie, let's head to the back," you say to your incapacitated coworker, trying to give her a chance to escape. Maggie looks at you with confusion. "What's in the back room?" she asks, clearly not understanding you. You are about to take her arm and pull her away when you feel a hand on your thigh. Another man at the table slides his fingers up past the hem of your skirt, searching for your pussy which he discovers is already damp. You blush when his fingers slide over the crotch of your panties, finding all the evidence he needs that your body wants him to continue. You want to swat his hand away, but the exquisite pressure on your clit forces you to grit your teeth and fight the urge to react as sluttily as Maggie is. "She wants to have some fun with you back there," the man pleasuring Maggie tells her, grinning lewdly at the thought of a little girl on girl action. You blush as Maggie giggles. "They don't need to go back there to have fun. They can do it right here in front of us. Show us a kiss, ladies," the man touching you says.<<first>> You laugh. That's not going to happen. Even if you wanted to, Maggie would never kiss another girl, much less in the tavern. You start to tell the man that when you're pulled into a vanilla scented embrace. Your eyes widen and then you quickly shut them, feeling Maggie's lips press against yours. She<<finally>> You look Maggie in the eyes, hesitating for a moment. You still feel strange about kissing her in such a public place, but you feel your self control fading quickly. Her beautiful feminine face twisting into an expression of lust inflames your desire. Before you know it the two of you are pressed together, making out passionately for all to see. Maggie<</first>> moves her mouth against yours with passion and you forget any of your previous resistance, losing yourself in the moment. Soon your tongues meet and your kiss intensifies, much to the delight of your audience. You hardly care, however, too caught up in pleasing the beautiful girls in front of you. Your hands explore her body, caressing everywhere but below her skirt. Maggie's pussy, like your own, is the domain of the men who made this delightful moment possible. You can't believe you've waited so long to kiss Maggie. She moves with even more grace than you expected, tantalizing you with loving caresses. Occasionally she bites your lip, so gently that there's no pain, but the gesture hints at a deeper desperation for more which burns within the beautiful young woman. You almost forget the probing hands of the men at the table, but then Maggie moans lewdly, pressing her lips to your cheek. You can feel her trembling. Soon you give yourself over to the pleasure as well, kissing Maggie messily as you enjoy the touches beneath your skirt. Maggie cums first, collapsing onto you and breathing heavily as she moans against your slender neck. The wet sounds of her climax drive you further into your passion and you kiss her with newfound intensity as you eagerly await your own satisfaction. When it finally comes, Maggie is there for you just as you were there for her. She doesn't let your ecstasy pass without showering you with kisses and tender caresses. When you recover, you look into Maggie's eyes and are surprised to see something more than the simple arousal which you expect from her. There is affection there too, and it shocks you to your senses. "Great performance, ladies," one of the men says drunkenly, causing the rest of the drunks to roar with laughter. You look away, and mumble an excuse to get back to work. For the rest of the night you can't stop thinking of the kiss you shared with Maggie. <<if !$quests.includes("Wedding") && !$flags.includes("WeddingComplete") && !$flags.includes("NoWedding")>>\ Maggie approaches you at the end of the night, while you are changing back into your normal clothes. "Hey $name, can we talk?" Maggie asks you, looking troubled. "Sure, Maggie," you answer with a smile. Seeing her reminds you of your earlier activities and you feel your pulse quicken. "It's about my wedding with Brendon. It's coming up in two weeks, and I'm still feeling some doubts." It is true that she hasn't been as excited for the marriage lately, but you thought she just got tired of talking about it. You let her continue. "I feel like I've been experiencing so many new things, and I'm not sure I want to rush into anything. I still love Brendon, but I don't know if I want to be tethered to one person. Plus, I'm not sure he loves me in the same way. How can I be sure he has been faithful?" Considering recent events, Maggie's last concern seems a little hypocritical. "I think those are all normal concerns." you tell her. "Just remember it's never too late to say no. Just relax and think about what you really want for the next few weeks, then you can decide." "Thanks, $name." Maggie says with a pretty smile. "You always know how to help." You nod and continue changing, only just now realizing you've been in your underwear for the entire conversation. You head home thinking about what you would choose if you were in Maggie's position. <<run $quests.pushUnique("Wedding")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Added: Maggie's Wedding", "info");<</script>>\ <</if>>\ [[Head Home|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 3100>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +3100 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>> <<if $maggie.maxlvl <= 5>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Maggie seems more corruptible.");<</script>>\ <<set $maggie.maxlvl to 6>>\ <</if>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieMakeout")>>\

When you head to the back room of the tavern to change into your uniform, you see Maggie has already arrived. She smiles and greets you and then strips down to her underwear so she can change. You watch her openly, staring with desire at her perfect breasts. Maggie catches you staring and wiggles her butt cutely with a giggle. She must be feeling adventurous today. It doesn't take long for the two of you to get dressed in your uniforms and head out to the bar. The two of you clean and prepare for the night, and Maggie seems especially impatient. Your encouragement seems to have helped her overcome some of her modesty. By the time night falls Maggie already looks flushed and turned on from anticipation. The night starts out slow, but Maggie still manages to get groped by nearly every man in the bar. She moves with sultry grace, teasing everyone around her with her curvy body. Every motion is practiced and designed to entice. Maggie seems to have finally realized how to harness her natural beauty, and despite practically begging to be groped she maintains an appearance of innocence. You know that her cute shocked giggles when she is slapped or grabbed will eventually change into lustful moans as the facade breaks down and reveals her inner slut. The night speeds up significantly when the woodcutters arrive. Maggie tends to their table at once, eagerly serving the men their drinks. When she comes away you can see her juices leaking from the bottom of her skirt. It didn't take long for them to get her worked up. As they get drunker, Maggie spends more time around their table, gladly accepting their groping hands as they grow bold enough to stroke her burning sex through her panties. You know Maggie won't be able to end the night without satisfying her needy cunt. The woodcutters are in rare form tonight, quickly riling up the entire tavern. Bregan hops onto the small stage and begins to play a few bawdy songs, most with lyrics about lusty barmaids which could have been written to describe you and Maggie. Maggie's desires are bolstered by the energy of the room and you notice her taking more pleasure than before in the attention she receives. After a particularly dirty tune, Bregan calls Maggie up to the stage. Maggie hesitates for a moment, worried about being the center of attention, but a burning desire drives her forward. Soon she is on stage with Bregan, standing in front of the entire tavern. All the eyes on her have an obvious effect on the girl, and you can tell she's struggling not to show her blatant arousal. Nevertheless, her nipples poke out underneath her top and her face is flushed. "Who wants to see her give us a show?" Bregan shouts. The tavern erupts with cheers and Maggie blushes a deep red, suddenly realizing what she's gotten herself into. You expect Derrick to put a stop to this before it gets out of hand, but to your surprise he watches with interest. Maggie looks at you for assistance but you only flash her a suggestive smile. You want to see what she'll do just as much as the men around you. Maggie can't resist any longer, and begins to slowly rock her hips in a seductive motion. Bregan picks up immediately, playing rhythmic but exotic tune on his fiddle. Maggie moves awkwardly at first but gradually loses herself to the music. Her dancing becomes more suggestive as the song continues, and you watch, mesmerized by her smooth motions as she runs her hands over her curves, tempting everyone in the audience. Bregan speeds up his song, the tempo becomes frenzied, and Maggie speeds up her motions to keep pace. You can tell that Maggie is enjoying every moment of her performance, but it's not enough. She hardly thinks about what she is doing as she slowly lifts her shirt, revealing her smooth midriff. Her hips rock hypnotically as more and more of her chest is exposed. Finally she pulls off her top entirely, letting it drop to the floor. Her tight bra bares her cleavage for all to see, and each time she moves her tits jiggle slightly, tempting everyone who looks on to the seductive performance. The men cheer at the sight of the lovely barmaid without a shirt and you see Maggie bite her lip to keep from moaning. You didn't expect her to let things go this far, but she still shows no sign of stopping. Maggie works more movement into her dance, purposely bouncing her breasts to the delight of the drunken audience. When the song finally ends, Maggie seems stunned, breathing heavily from arousal and exertion. You expect her to put her shirt back on, but instead she leaves it on the stage. Maggie bows deeply, giving the patrons another look at her plump cleavage before getting off the stage and going back to work in only her bra. She struggles to keep going despite the onslaught of gropes she receives from the men she incited. Finally she gives up and hurries to the back room. You see her legs glistening as she walks and hear men commenting on her with laughter. You head to the back to check on Maggie after you finish serving drinks to some particularly rowdy men. You ignore their speculation as you follow your coworker to the back. When you get into the back room you hear Maggie fingering her messy pussy. You make no effort to hide your arrival and Maggie makes no effort to hide her activities. You see in her eyes that nothing could keep her from finishing herself off here and now. You grin at her deviously. "Mmmh, $name. I can't help myself… it was so hot up there in front of everyone. I wanted to go further. To show them every inch of my body. I almost did." Maggie moans again, turning herself on even more by admitting her desires. You say nothing in response, only watching the naughty private show Maggie is giving you. Her fingers pump in and out of her messy cunt with abandon. You can smell the scent of her sex in the air, and it inflames the desire building in your core. "What's happening to me? I know I should fight these urges, but it feels so good." Maggie bucks her hips as a wave of pleasure washes over her. The guilt she feels only feeds into the pleasure and she speeds up her motions, desperate for release. "Oh yeah, watch me finger myself! It feels so good letting you see me like this!" Maggie whines as she starts to cum. Her entire body tenses and her pussy sprays femcum across the floor. Maggie forgets to stifle her moans, crying out with pleasure loud enough to be heard from the other room. In the moment she doesn't care about anything but the bliss which overwhelms her mind and body. You watch the debauched slut writhe as she squirts. It's amazing to you how quickly she has given in to her desires. It shouldn't be hard to stoke her need and have her pushing her boundaries even further. Your pussy tingles as you imagine her in all sorts of lewd scenarios which would have never been possible only a few months ago. One orgasm isn't enough for Maggie today, and she continues shamefully rubbing her clit even after she recovers from her ecstasy. You leave her to her pleasure and get back to work. You know after that display you will have to relieve your own tension later tonight. The men obviously heard some of Maggie's moans and they tease you about her. You ignore their remarks, careful not to deny any of their speculation. //Let them have their fantasies.// After a few minutes Maggie emerges from the back room with her hair messed up and her body smelling of sex. It isn't hard for the patrons to guess what happened during her brief disappearance. Now that her lust has been satisfied, Maggie blushes with intense shame, crossing her arms over her breasts as she hurries to the stage to collect her discarded top. Her regret is short lived, however, and you see her getting worked up again by the humiliating comments the men make. When the night is over Maggie quickly changes and hurries home. [[Head home.|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 3550>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +3550 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieStage")>>\

You change into your uniform, ready to help Derrick out around the tavern. Maggie shows up a little later, quickly changing into her own considerably more revealing uniform. The sleazy looking barmaid that Maggie has become is a far cry from the prim young lady who started working the bar not so long ago. Still, you know that in cities like Hadras, Maggie's behavior and attire wouldn't be anything special. Being so accommodating to the patrons is to be expected anywhere else but in small villages full of straightlaced townsfolk. You feel the desire to push her further, to really test her limits. As the night falls and the bar fills up with thirsty patrons, you decide tonight would be the perfect night for some fun. "I bet I could down a pint of ale faster than you." you tell Maggie during a quick break at the bar. Maggie chuckles. "I doubt it," she says with a smirk. You find it funny to think that only a short time ago Maggie had to be pushed to drink alcohol at all and now she is about to accept a challenge to a drinking competition. At least you hope she'll accept… "Let's make this a bet," you say, smiling back at Maggie's sudden confidence. "What are your terms?" Maggie asks. "We have to make it something big. Something that matters. Oh! I know!" You pretend to have just thought of something. "Loser has to take off their panties and go naked under their skirt for the rest of the night." You feel excitement at the prospects of winning, but also a little turned on knowing your plan could backfire spectacularly, forcing you to be the one exposed all night. Maggie seems scandalized by the proposal, blushing immediately. "Okay, I'm in." she says nervously a moment later. You shake hands and fetch two brimming pints of ale. The two of you stare down at the tin mugs on the bar in front of you. You don't have too much time left before you'll have to get back to work. Already the patrons are getting impatient. "Ready?" You ask Maggie. She nods and you lift your mug from the table, clinking it against hers. The two of you lock eyes and you could swear you see Maggie flush a little. "Alright, go!" The two of you begin drinking immediately, struggling to gulp the bitter ale down your burning throat. Your mind is filled with thoughts of having to remove your panties for the night but you power onward. You are confident that you can out drink Maggie. ----- Maggie may not have been much of a drinker, but she has been getting more than enough practice lately. She is almost done with her pint when she realizes she's about to beat you. She's so close to winning, but Maggie can't get the arousing thought of being naked under her skirt for a whole night out of her mind. With only a little bit left in her mug Maggie slows down, barely sipping at the remaining ale. //What am I doing?// she thinks to herself. Her mind tells her to keep going rather than face a night of humiliation, but her body resists, flushing with arousal at the sexy possibility. Maggie watches you slam down your mug and then finishes the rest of her ale, faking a disappointed look when you laugh in triumph. "I guess I'll go to the back…" Maggie says slowly, standing up. "I'll come with you. I have to make sure you're keeping your end of the bargain." Maggie shudders at the thought of you seeing her panties which are already drenched with arousal but heads to the back anyway, with you following close behind. Once in the back Maggie starts to shamefully lower her panties, face burning with shame. Maggie feels your eyes on her and lifts her skirt a little, making it look like an accident as she flashes a glimpse of her dripping pussy. You bite your lip but say nothing. Once the drenched panties are off, Maggie folds them gingerly, and sets them with her clothes. "Okay, ready to go back out?" She asks, waiting for your approval. "Lets go," you say with a devious grin that sends shivers down Maggie's spine. //Am I really about to do this?// Maggie asks herself. She doesn't give herself time to answer the question. Now that she can feel the cool air against her slit she knows she'll never convince herself to stop. Once she emerges into the main hall she struts proudly, spurred onwards by her sexy secret. Without the barrier of her panties, Maggie's juices quickly leak down her legs. Every slap on her ass makes a fresh stream of arousal ooze from her naked slit. Somehow her lack of panties makes everything so much more arousing. The spanking feels more intense without the extra barrier and the thought that every man who gropes her thighs is only inches away from feeling just how much of a slut she is drives her wild. Slowly the familiar haze of lust creeps over Maggie's mind. She feels herself longing for more and more, lingering in front of the men as they feel up her curvy body and savoring every touch. It's inevitable that someone would discover Maggie's naughty secret eventually, especially because she gets more and more daring with her teasing of the drunken men. At the beginning of the night she was careful about every move, worried that her short skirt might reveal a little too much. As the night continues, though, she gets more reckless. The secret gets out at last when she bends over to give one table a mouthwatering view of her cleavage. The men get a good view, but not nearly as good as the view the men behind her get. Maggie's skirt slides up, revealing her dripping snatch and puckered asshole to the men behind her. She's notified of her involuntary tease by a few whistles and catcalls. Maggie feels her pussy clench and jolts back up to stand straight. It's too late, however, the secret's out. Already the men at the table she just flashed are whispering and staring at her hungrily. Normally Maggie would be mortified, but she's so aroused that something inside her gives. As seductively as possible, Maggie brings a delicate finger to her lips in a shushing motion which only further excites the men at the table. It's their secret now as well, and they all hope that they will soon be able to reap the benefits of keeping it. Sure enough Maggie fetches another round of ale, bringing it to that very table. The men can't resist slipping their hands up Maggie's skirt, making sure that what the saw is really true. Their groping hands find Maggie's exposed slit, aching for contact and leaking arousal all over itself. Maggie moans aloud as the first man buries two fingers in her waiting hole. "Gods, what a slut! I can smell her from here!" A man across the table says to his eager compatriots. The men laugh. "It's good to know that she's finally putting that body to use. I was tired of seeing it go to waste." Another says. "Can't imagine it'll be this perfect for long with how eager she is." Maggie moans again when she hears them talking about her feeling a shameful orgasm building in her core. "Let me have some fun!" says a man next to the one currently fingering Maggie. In her horny daze Maggie barely notices anything but the disappointing emptiness as the man pulls his fingers away, licking the juices from them. Maggie suddenly finds herself on another man's lap and grinds against him, rocking her hot wet cunt against his bulge. She feels hands on her ass and then moisture underneath her. The man grunts as he cums to the feeling of Maggie grinding against his cock. Maggie loses track of her surroundings as the men take turns teasing her under her skirt. Having her most private place stroked by so many men in the public setting of the tavern soon has Maggie bucking her hips against one of the men's probing fingers. She moans as her pussy rewards the lucky patron with a gush of juices. The men aren't done yet, though. Maggie endures the groping of the rest of the table, grinding against them lustily and encouraging them with whines of need. By the time she makes her way around the table, Maggie reaches two more powerful orgasms. Maggie finally stumbles to her feet, her legs numb from the pleasure. The stickiness between her thighs makes her feel a little ashamed, but overall all she feels is satisfaction. She knew working without panties would be fun but she hadn't expected it to be so delightfully exciting. Maggie knows she looks like a mess and reeks of sex but she gets back to work, surpressing that small part of her that cries out at the thought of her sinful self indulgence. ----- By the end of the night you're sure more than a few of the patrons know about Maggie's lack of panties, and from the satisfied looks on many of the men's faces you know Maggie has been putting her tantalizing nakedness to work. When you are cleaning up after all of the townsfolk have left, Maggie doesn't even try to hide the mess her pussy has made between her thighs. When she looks at you, you can see shame in her eyes but also a perverse excitement knowing you're judging her for her depravity. "You lost on purpose," you accuse in the back room. For a second it looks like Maggie is going to deny it, but then she seems to think better of it. "Yeah…" she admits, although she looks down you notice a hint of red in her cheeks as she confesses. "Why would you do that?" you ask, approaching her slowly. "I wanted the punishment. I'm sorry. I let my desires take control…" Maggie trails off as you move a hand to cheek. You caress her skin gently and she looks up at you with watery eyes. Despite your tender touch, you look at Maggie as if appraising an object. "You should let them take control more often. That was incredibly sexy," you tell her. The remorse on Maggie's face is instantly replaced with arousal as she realizes what you're suggesting. "I don't know…" "I saw you out there tonight. Admit it. You love everything those men do to you. Even if you wanted to you wouldn't be able to stop." You look Maggie in the eyes, daring her to deny your accusations. Maggie can't look away, remembering the delight she felt every time she was touched. She shivers at the lewd memory and feels heat building in her core. "You're right, $name," Maggie says after a long silence, "I am a mmmh… a slut…" Maggie shudders as she utters the word. You can't believe your ears. You never would have thought Maggie would admit to such a thing, much less get aroused by her own admission. You reward her honesty with a kiss on her lips. It isn't overly sexual, but it isn't a quick peck either. You make sure Maggie has plenty of time to enjoy the feeling of your lips against yours. When you break away Maggie is trembling and looks like she's about to beg for more. "Good girl," you say with a smirk admiring the fresh moisture gleaming on the inside of the barmaid's thigh. You gather your things and head home, leaving Maggie desperate for more. [[Continue|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 2500>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +2500 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieDrunk2")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieMakeout")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieStage")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieBlowjob")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggiesBigNight")>>\

"I want you to head home and bring your wedding dress to the tavern." you whisper to Maggie while she's filling some mugs with ale. Maggie blushes, fighting the urge to comply with your order. "But I have to work…" Maggie says meekly, gesturing out at the rowdy patrons sitting at the tables of the main hall. Sure enough many of them are ready for more ale, but Maggie can't dissuade you from your devious plans. "You better hurry then." You tell her, giving her a short slap on the ass. Maggie sets the mugs on the bar with a clink and hurries towards the exit, driven to obedience by the hypnotic effects of the mesmer pollen. You smile as you watch her go. This night is going to be fun. You do your best to serve the patrons by yourself, but they are clearly disappointed by Maggie's sudden disappearance. You feel their hands on your body and struggle to maintain your control as the groping becomes intense. Already your body is reacting to their touches. While trying to keep focussed you hear a deep voice call your name. "$name! Where's Maggie tonight," comes the low rumbling tone of Harris, one of the larger woodcutters. His father, Ben is fortunately nowhere to be seen. Dealing with both of them is a nightmare. "She'll be back soon," you tell the giant of a man as flirtatiously as possible. "Actually, I've got a surprise for you. I'll give you a signal later tonight. When I do, come to the back room." Your promise has Harris looking excited, and he actually leaves you alone while he waits for the signal. Maggie returns with her wrapped dress under her arm, and looks at you for a clue about what to do next. You want to give her another command, but her eyes seem more focussed than before, a sign that the potion is wearing off. You take her to the back room and pull out the half full bottle of mesmer pollen potion. "Here, drink this," you tell the cute barmaid. Maggie looks at it curiously. "What is it?" she asks, making no move to take the potion. "Just drink it." You say, pressing the bottle to her lips. This time she heeds your command, gulping down the contents of the bottle. "Ooh! It's sweet!" Maggie giggles. In its concentrated form the potion takes effect much quicker. Already Maggie's eyes are fogging over. "Now change into your dress." you order. Maggie unwraps the dress immediately, stripping and quickly pulling it onto her body. You gawk at how beautiful she looks dressed in the elegant white garment. Something about the cloudy, unfocussed look in her eyes makes the entire thing hotter. You feel the desire to kiss her perfect pale shoulders and hold her breasts in your hands. You shake your head and head towards the door to the main hall. "Wait here for me." You tell her, leaving Maggie behind. She sits down on a stool, content to do nothing until you return, at least at first… The noise of the main hall assaults your ears when you head out of the back room. The townsfolk are as energetic as before, but fortunately the drinking seems to have slowed down. You bring a few rounds out to the thirsty patrons before getting Harris' attention. Harris stands up eagerly and hurries to the back room, taking powerful strides. Once again you are struck by how large he is. The man is all muscle, built through woodcutting since his early teens. Now he might be the strongest man in town, and a force to be reckoned with. Fortunately your plans involve pleasing him. You lead him into the back room which never seemed cramped until it had to contain Harris. When you see Maggie you can't help but smile. She freezes as she looks up and sees Harris standing over her. The naughty barmaid had been touching herself under her wedding dress and the back room already smells of her arousal. Harris recognizes the smell immediately and stares at Maggie hungrily. "What a beautiful dress. If I didn't know any better I might mistake you for an innocent young bride." Harris jokes. Maggie blushes at his comments and slowly looks to you for instruction. "Start touching yourself, Maggie." you say with steel in your voice so she knows the command is non-negotiable. Maggie's eyes widen but she shamefully pulls up the fabric of her dress, revealing her dripping pussy to you and Harris. You're pleasantly surprised by how much she is getting off on this. "You can jack off if you would like. Only rule is no touching Maggie." you tell Harris. A grin spreads across his face. "What a pleasant surprise. What about when I cum?" Harris asks as he unbuttons his pants. "The only rule is no touching. Cum wherever you like." you answer. Maggie whines when she hears your response, stopping her slow masturbation. "Perfect," Harris grunts, pulling out his massive $harris.penislength inch cock. The sight of it shocks Maggie back into motion, and she can't help touching herself as she watches it harden even further. Harris smiles at her and he begins to stroke himself. "Have fun!" you say to the two of them, leaving them to enjoy themselves in peace. You head back out into the main hall, scrambling to keep up with the night's work. You also find yourself distracted as you imagine what is going on in the back room. You enjoy the occasional slap on the ass much more because of the dull arousal building in your core. It smolders inside you until you can't take it anymore. You have to check on Maggie. When you enter the back room you immediately hear Maggie's voice crying out with pleasure. "Oh, fuck! Give it to me! Cover my wedding dress with your cum! Mmmh! I want to smell it when I'm saying my vows!" Maggie moans as she begs Harris for his cum. Maggie's dirty talk sends a jolt of desire through you. You round the corner just in time to see Harris explode, spraying his cum onto Maggie's face, which is only inches away from his tip. She moans as his hot seed coats her lips and then leans back to make sure the rest sprays her dress. The sticky cum patters onto the fabric, before soaking in and leaving Maggie to feel the wetness of it on her skin. The sensation is too much for the horny barmaid, and she cums hard, squirting onto the floor as her entire body tenses up. She quivers as Harris continues to soak her, stroking his cock vigorously so that every last drop lands on the slut in front of him. When he finishes, Harris looks down at Maggie and chuckles. "Can't wait to see this slut get married. It's always more fun when they're breaking their vows." Harris says to you. You hardly hear him, too focussed on his dripping cock. "You like what you see? I'll have to let you take a ride sometime." You shudder, imagining him splitting you open with his thick rod. As he leaves, Harris gives you a slap on the ass, making you squeak submissively. You blush. You were supposed to be the dominant one here. Once Harris is gone, Maggie sits up and looks at you with guilt in her eyes. "You look like you had fun." you tell her, trying to hide your obvious arousal at the sight of you cum glazed friend. <<first>>\ "I can't believe I let him cum all over my wedding dress. This is supposed to be a symbol of my chastity, and I've ruined it." Maggie sobs. "That's not all true. You can wash it off. Plus, Harris didn't actually touch you." That reminder seems to reassure her a little. <<finally>>\ "Why do I keep letting this happen," Maggie sobs. You know exactly why, but say nothing, trying not to focus on the other cum stains on her dress. "Don't worry about it. We can clean it up before the wedding." You tell her, although you secretly hope you can convince her to leave the dress as is before the wedding. <</first>>\ "Would you mind if I took the rest of the night off?" Maggie asks you, her voice still trembling a little. "Go ahead. You've earned it." You say with a smile. Maggie blushes as she thinks about what you mean by 'earned it', but doesn't say any more, wrapping up her dress and hurrying out. You notice that she doesn't clean the cum from her face, and you feel your arousal build as a few of the men notice before she escapes the tavern. The rest of the night is uneventful, and you manage to keep up with the work despite how horny you are. [[Head Home.|MaggieWorkDone]] <<run $flags.pushUnique("DressCum")>> <<set $maggie.corXP += 5000>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +4150 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>>

You head to the back and begin to change into your uniform for tavern work. Maggie arrives while you are changing and strips down to her underwear without a thought. It's still surprising how easily she reveals herself to you, especially when you consider her former modesty. By now, Maggie is used to your staring, and she even wiggles her ass for you before pulling up her short skirt. When the two of you exit the back room, Derrick catches you both. "Girls, I just wanted to warn you. We have a caravan coming through tonight, so be on your guard," Derrick warns. You and Maggie look at each other with excitement before thanking Derrick for the warning. Only a short time ago, you both dreaded the extra handsiness of the caravan guards who inevitably arrived with the trade caravans. Now you both look forward to the thrilling night which is sure to come. When the caravan members do begin to arrive, you and Maggie are eager to serve, delivering drinks and accepting slaps and pinches with encouraging giggles. You notice a group of three men enter while flirting with one of the traders and feel a flutter in your stomach. You recognize one of the men as John, and remember your last encounters with him. The memories make you burn with lust. You can't help but hurry over and greet the man who provided you with some of your earliest sexual encounters in the tavern. "If it isn't my favorite barmaid! This is the one I was telling you boys about," John says with a lusty grin. The others look at you hopefully and you blush. The three men have chosen a table in the corner. //Just private enough for some fun.// You return John's smile and ask the men if they would like some drinks. "We'll have four mugs of ale," John tells you. When you turn, he gives you a slap on the ass that makes you jump. You don't know what comes over you, but you let yourself moan lewdly, resulting in laughter from the three men behind you. "I told you she was great. Something about these small town girls…" you hear John say as you hurry to the bar. You feel yourself shaking with excitement as you fill three mugs of ale. Your pussy already feels damp, responding to the heat coursing through your body. Your mind is hazy with lustful thoughts as you wander back over to the table with their ale. When you set the mugs on the table, you are rewarded with the bold groping of all three men. John's compatriots have clearly been emboldened by his promises about you. Fortunately for them, you have no intention of letting them down. "The fourth is for you," John says, "do you have time for a quick drink?" You pretend to consider it for a second, but know you can't refuse him anything. After a moment you move to pull up a fourth chair. "I've got a seat for you right here." John says, gesturing to his lap. You look at him nervously, but your body moves unbidden, sliding onto the powerful man. "Perfect," John says, lifting his mug. You take one as well. "Here's to small town sluts!" John says, eliciting laughter from the other two men. All eyes are on you as you raise the mug to your lips, and take a long gulp. "Look at her, drinking to a toast like that!" one of the men says, eyes alight with desire. They haven't seen anything yet. You set the mug down and begin to grind your hips against John's crotch, dancing seductively. You aren't as good as Maggie, but after so long on the road, your cushiony ass is more than enough to get the men going. Before long John's cock is pushing against your bottom through his shorts. "You should move to Hadras," John says quietly, "Girls like you make a killing at the brothel." You giggle. You know you should be offended by the suggestion, but the memory of John sliding a coin into your warm cunt keeps you humble. You even find yourself considering it for a second. "Can't have whores who give the product away for free, though," a man across from you says. The others laugh, but you only moan. "C'mon John, Give us a turn too," the third man says impatiently. John seems hesitant to give up his prize, but then he looks out towards the bar. You see Maggie approaching. The barmaid is struggling to hide her arousal at seeing you give this stranger a lap dance. Maggie might be coming to try and help you, but you know she won't be able to resist joining in on the fun. "Looks like another girl's coming to help us out," John says, "And a pretty one, too. Look at those tits." All three men stare at Maggie, captivated as she nears the table. "Are you alright, $name?" Maggie asks shyly when she arrives, trying to ignore the stares of the men. "She's having the time of her life," John says with a laugh, "You were just about to go help out my two friends, weren't you?" John asks you. You feel his throbbing cock through his shorts and shiver. You want to stay right where you are but you can tell John wants you to say yes. "Y-yeah." you say quietly. "Good." John says suddenly. He pushes you from his lap, letting you collapse to your knees under the table at his feet. "You look like you want a turn." John says to Maggie. You listen eagerly, waiting to hear Maggie's response. "Mmm-hmm" Maggie says softly, giving in to her own desires. You shiver. How could it be so easy for her. A moment later Maggie is sitting in John's lap, much like you were. Unlike you, Maggie seems to be getting much more excited by her position. You watch as her hips begin to move with greater and greater enthusiasm until her skirt rides up to her waist. Underneath you see her sodden panties, desperately sliding against John's bulge. "Don't forget about us," you hear one of the others say from above. You feel a kick from behind and look over your shoulder to see two bare cocks bouncing in the dim light. You freeze, fighting the urge to give in. In front of you, Maggie's rocking becomes more erotic. John's fingers find the soaked fabric of Maggie's panties, pulling them aside to reveal her pink pussy. Juices trickle down her inflamed lips, and you realize you can smell her arousal, thick in the air under the table. Maggie's squeaks and moans of pleasure increase in volume as John's fingers find her clit. You watch the obscene actions happening in front of you with great interest. The sight of Maggie's pleasure erodes your remaining restraint and soon you are far too caught up in the lusty atmosphere of the moment to restrain yourself any longer. In a brief moment, muddled with passionate desires, you find yourself kissing one of the waiting cocks as you stroke the other with eager motions. Groans of pleasure from above let you know you are performing very well. The cocks in front of you become your world, and you worship them with an enthusiasm you would have thought shameful a few months ago. You hardly care. You are much happier as you are now, a willing slut for these strangers. You bob your head on one shaft and then the other, savoring the subtle differences in their flavor. You aren't too caught up in the moment to forget to check on Maggie occasionally, looking back over your shoulder to see the results of her own submission. By now Maggie is far too horny to resist John's assault, even symbolically. Even when John frees his cock, Maggie simply grinds her pussy against it, coating the shaft with her lubricant. If you weren't so caught up in your own arousal, you might step in and keep Maggie from letting things get too far. Instead you watch eagerly, still stroking the other two guards as you wait for Maggie to lose the last of her propriety. You realize you want her to give herself to John. Despite the public location, you would be the only one to see the final act in Maggie's shameful fall from grace. John doesn't make it easy for her. "Tell me what you want," you hear him whisper to Maggie. It takes the stimulated barmaid a couple tries to vocalize anything but a moan. "Put it inside me," she gasps, almost too softly for you to hear. "What?" John asks. "Your mmmh cock," Maggie manages. "What do you want me to do with it?" John asks, teasing Maggie's clit with the slick head of his huge cock. You hear Maggie moan again and grind her hips desperately against John. "F-fuck my pussy right now!" Maggie shouts, loud enough that some of the other patrons might have heard. In her state you know she doesn't care anymore. All Maggie wants is to feel John inside her. Fortunately, John acquiesces, pushing his head against her slit and sliding home inside Maggie's juicy pussy. Arousal streams out around the invading member as John begins to explore her slick insides. Something hot splashes against your cheek, distracting you from the delectable sight of Maggie's pussy being fucked. You turn just in time to catch the next spurt of hot jizz on your lips and make sure the rest spatters onto your tongue. Above, the guard groans in enjoyment as he releases his tension into your pretty mouth. You barely have time to clean the first shaft when the other guard explodes in your hand, spraying your hair with his sticky cum. You giggle as you present your tongue, letting the salty cum mix with the rest where you can taste it. You swallow the creamy mouthful dutifully. "These whores really are better than the ones in Hadras," you hear one of the men say from above. His humiliating comment makes you shiver, but more from arousal than shame. //What's happened to me?// Maggie doesn't seem to notice his remark at all, too distracted by the thick cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. You watch the hypnotizing motions, slowly drawing closer and closer. You don't even think about your actions when you press your lips against Maggie's clit. The bouncing of her hips makes it difficult to keep your mouth in place, and you end up getting her lustful secretions smeared all over your face.The awkwardness isn't nearly enough to dissuade you, however, and you run your tongue over pussy and cock alike, savoring the flavors of sex. "Couldn't resist, could you?" John grunts. His usual casual tone is strained. "Mmmhmm!" you moan loudly enough to be heard above the table, slurping up a bit of Maggie's nectar from John's heavy balls. The faint taste of sweat only arouses you even further. You bring a hand to your own pussy and fondle your clit through the fabric of your panties, rewarding yourself for your slutty behavior. John continues to fuck Maggie until she is little more than a lusty mess of a girl, and you continue to use your mouth to aid in every way possible, an accessory to their carnal acts. You let your mind grow unfocussed, clouded by the naughty sights, sounds, and smells which overwhelm your senses. Your world becomes a haze of glistening pink flesh stretching, lewd moans, wet squelches, and above all the intoxicating smell of Maggie's cunt. It's more than enough to captivate you, feeding your arousal. When you feel John's cock pulse under your tongue, you can't help but moan in anticipation. You cup his balls in one hand, the other still out of sight beneath your skirt. When John's hot seed pumps deep inside Maggie's cunt, she squeals with delight. The bouncing turns into grinding as John hilts his cock in Maggie's sheath, pumping her as full as possible. Your tongue is already there when his cum begins to leak from Maggie's tight entrance, swirling and catching the delicious cum before it's lost. The feeling John's cum painting her insides sends Maggie over the edge in an instant. You feel her pussy clench and moments later a jet of her ecstasy sprays over your sweat-slick hair. You don't even flinch, continuing to clean Maggie's pussy even when her femcum drips from your chin. If anything you savor it, breathing deeply through your nose until your mind is cloudy with the smell of Maggie's secretions. When Maggie lifts her hips you follow with your mouth, catching the warm wave of cum that oozes from her satisfied cunt. Savoring the taste of John's second hand cum is the last push you need to send yourself over the edge. Your fingers are desperate to satisfy, flicking perfectly over your clit. You feel your whole body tense, and then your muscles give out, sending you to the floor, shaking as you reach your shameful orgasm. You don't care that you've collapsed into the messy remnants of Maggie and John's coupling. Hips bucking eagerly, you mop up the mess with your uniform. When you recover you clean up as best you can, trying in vain to hide the cum and feminine juices which have soiled your face and hair. Working after the fun you've had is awkward, and you have to ignore the looks the customers give you as you finish out the night with shame. Even Derrick looks at you with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, you can't hide what you've been up to. Still, behind the disappointment you sense a powerful lust in the burly bartender. At the end of the night, you and Maggie change back into your regular clothes in the back room. Surprisingly, Maggie doesn't seem ashamed about the events of the night. "That was fun earlier," Maggie says, blushing slightly, "next time we can switch places." You can't believe what she's saying. Is this really the same Maggie that you had to convince to even start working at the tavern? "Sure," you mumble, although your mind is already formulating ways to push Maggie even further. [[Continue|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 15000>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +15000 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.delete("MaggieFucked")>>\

You decide to take the opportunity to spice up the night, heading to the back and pulling a potion from your bag. You uncork it quickly and dump half into Maggie's ale, looking around to make sure no one sees your actions. When you finish, you cork the other half of the potion and slip it back into your bag. Maggie emerges from the bathroom shortly after you finish your covert operation. You watch her closely as she drinks some more of her ale. You feel impatient, cleaning as you wait for the potion to take effect through Maggie's sporadic sips. Sunset has already begun and townsfolk have started to filter in for a night of drinking. Finally she begins to stumble a little and her eyes glaze over. You wait another few minutes to be safe before going to issue your first command. <<if $flags.includes("Dress")>>\ [[Send Maggie to fetch her wedding dress.|MaggieCumDress]] <</if>>\ [[Ask Maggie to head to the back room.|MaggieOrderedAround]]

The rest of the day is incredibly boring. The potion you used doesn't seem to have much effect on Maggie. You serve the patrons when night falls and eventually, once everyone leaves, you and Maggie clean up the tavern. Maybe you should try a different type of potion... [[Continue|MaggieWorkDone]]

"Head to the back room. I want you naked when I get back there." You command. Maggie hesitates for a second but then the mesmer pollen seems to overcome her remaining modesty. She nods and scurries to the back, eager to comply with your command. Now it's time to pick one of the lucky men in the tavern. You scan the room, looking for someone young and attractive but also drunk enough to go along with your plans. You see one of the young woodcutters down a mug of ale in a few gulps. He is not quite as burly as the others but still muscularly built. He's perfect. You head to his table and whisper your request in his ear. He nods immediately and stands up to follow you to the back. The rest of the men at the table laugh and joke, clearly making their own assumptions about what just happened. You signal to the young woodcutter not to say anything, and continue to lead him through the crowded tavern. When you enter the back room, you hear Maggie's trembling voice. "$name? I'm ready." You take the woodcutter's hand and walk around the corner, coming into view of Maggie's curvy naked body. <<first>> The woodcutter gawks at the attractive sight before him, quickly getting hard. Maggie flushes and tries to cover herself with her hands, failing in the best way possible. You can tell she was getting aroused from the anticipation, judging from the slight shimmer on her pussy lips and her hard tight nipples. Still, the cloudy look in her eyes has faded enough that you aren't sure she'll be so willing to follow orders. You guide her to your bag and hand her the rest of the potion. "Drink this," you say firmly, taking advantage of the fading effects of the mesmer pollen. Maggie doesn't even think about your command, downing the sickly sweet potion in a couple gulps. Her eyes immediately loud over once again and the mesmerized barmaid glances at both you and the woodcutter, hardly conscious of her diminishing inhibitions. You notice her lower her arms, giving the man a clear view of her nudity. He seems pleased, and strokes his straining cock through his shorts. <<finally>> Maggie already knows the drill, but she still eagerly downs the rest of the potion you pull out of your bag. Her eyes get even more unfocussed and she giggles, staring at the attractive woodcutter you brought her. His cock is already tenting his shorts, knowing he's about to get a good show.<</first>> "Maggie will do whatever you tell her to. The only rule is that you cannot touch her," you inform the woodcutter. He smiles hungrily, already thinking of a few commands. "Touch yourself for me," he says excitedly as he unbuttons his shorts and pulls his cock free. Maggie immediately follows his order, sitting down on a stool and spreading her legs seductively before starting to finger her sopping cunt. She's definitely enjoying being ordered around. The woodcutter hardens at the sight of the most beautiful girl in town touching herself for his viewing pleasure. Although his cock isn't the largest you've ever seen, It's still pretty impressive. You feel your pulse quicken as you watch it throb in his hands. Maggie's eyes are also locked onto it, imagining doing all sorts of things to the thick shaft as she slowly touches herself. "Let's make this a little more interesting. I want you to lick one of your fingers..." Maggie does as he says immediately, "...and put it in your asshole." The man says with a proud grin. Maggie's eyes widen and she looks to you, asking you to confirm that she has to do as he says with a pleading look. You nod at her and Maggie sighs, letting her spit lubricate her finger. She has to lift herself off the stool to complete the task. "Let me see," the man says before she has the chance to continue. Maggie flushes and turns around, bending over the stool until her round asscheeks spread apart. Maggie shivers as she feels the cold air on her little pink asshole. Maggie moves slowly and unsurely, spreading her saliva over her cute pucker with delicate strokes. Her reluctance has the unintended effect of prolonging the show, however, and the woodcutter seems to enjoy every second of it. You can't tell if it's the taboo act Maggie is about to undertake or her secret delight at carrying out orders, but you see a strand of arousal drip from her pussy lips. She's definitely not turned off by what she's about to do. Maggie slowly presses her finger against her asshole, relaxing until it slips in. The feeling of a finger inside her ass makes Maggie gasp unintentionally. She slides it deeper, unable to resist exploring her insides a little. You see her nipples harden a little more as she violates herself. "Perfect, now keep touching yourself." the man says, speeding his hand as it strokes his cock. Maggie is all too eager to comply with this command, quickly moving her free hand to tease her needy pussy. She moans and quickly falls into a rhythm with both hands, one stroking her clit and the other sliding in and out of her asshole. The woodcutter definitely enjoys the show, approaching Maggie slowly as he continues to jack off. The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and wet shlicking as you all lose yourselves to your lust. Your hand even finds its way to your pussy, and you stroke yourself to the lewd sight before you. When the woodcutter cums his cock is only inches away from Maggie's spread ass cheeks. He unloads his thick cum onto her waiting body, making her shudder as it runs down her crack and mingles with her juicy pussy. Maggie moans loudly, clearly approaching her own climax. Her hands move of their own accord, coaxing as much pleasure from her slutty body as possible. You watch her pull her finger from her ass and shiver when you see her pushing his cum inside, using it to lubricate her tight passage so that she can fit more than one finger inside. Two fingers and the woodcutter's hot cum in her ass is all it takes to send Maggie over the edge and you follow soon after, driven to your own ecstasy by the sight of Maggie's asshole clenching around her fingers and her pussy squirting onto the stool. The three of you allow yourselves to succumb to the erotic pleasure for a few minutes before you begin to recover. The woodcutter is fully satisfied. He thanks you and heads back out to the floor after putting away his dripping cock. You aren't completely done with Maggie, however. When she moves to clean up her cum-covered ass, you step in. "Just put your panties on." You tell her, giving her no chance to protest. Maggie meekly slides her panties back on, trapping the cum against her cushiony ass. Without the chance to clean up Maggie still smells like sex even after she gets her full uniform back on. "Good girl," you tell her, sliding a hand under her skirt to check her panties. You feel the damp stickiness of the cum soaking through the fabric and give her ass a wet spank. Maggie whines but she smiles at you. "Thank you $name." she says before she gets back to work. The fact that she's thanking you for that degrading experience is just a testament to how far she's come. When you get back to work, you see that many of the men have noticed the cum dripping down Maggie's thigh. You hear more than a few voicing humiliating comments about the barmaid, but Maggie takes them all with a smile, secretly turned on by the humiliation. [[Head home|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 5000>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +5000 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>>

<<if $ingredients.includesAll("hornetvenom", "lekkaroot")>> <<potion clear>> <<goto "MaggieWorkAphrodisiac">> <<elseif $ingredients.includes("mesmerpollen")>> <<potion clear>> <<goto "MaggieMesmerPollenWork">> <<elseif $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot")>> <<goto "MaggieWeakAphrodisiac">> <<else>> <<potion clear>> <<goto "MaggieNoEffect">> <</if>>

You change into your uniform back room of the tavern when Maggie arrives. She seems excited for work, and cheerfully waves at you as she heads to the back. You notice how comfortable she has gotten with her revealing uniform. She doesn't even seem to think about just how sexy she looks prancing around with such a low cut top and short skirt. Nevertheless, watching her still gets you worked up. At some point when you are preparing for the evening, Maggie fills a mug with ale, taking a few swigs whenever she gets the chance. When she heads to the bathroom, you realize this is the perfect chance to slip a potion into her drink. [[Spike her drink.|MaggiePotion2]] <<linkreplace "Ignore it." t8n>>\ You decide to leave her drink alone. The rest of the day is incredibly boring. You serve the patrons when night falls and eventually, once everyone leaves, you and Maggie clean up the tavern. You head home regretting your decision not to spice up the night. There's always next time. [[Continue|MaggieWorkDone]] <</linkreplace>>\

Spiking Maggie's drink with a lekkaroot potion isn't difficult. You're able to mix the potion in and get back to work before Maggie returns to her drink without any trouble. When she does come back, you watch her gulp down the ale with a grin on your face. Soon you know that she'll be flushed and horny, eager to let herself go for the men in the tavern. Sure enough, by the time the patrons begin to arrive, Maggie is showing clear signs of arousal. The characteristic flush of the lekkaroot burns on her cheeks, advertising her willingness to the thirsty townsfolk. You watch as Maggie's arousal quickly gets out of control. After a particularly aggressive groping Maggie can't take anymore. She looks around and hurries to the restrooms. You know this is your chance. You scan the tavern for someone attractive and drunk enough to satisfy your devious plans. Finally you settle on a strapping young fisherman who looks like he's had a few too many mugs of ale. You know that he's one of Maggie's favorites out of the bunch, and judging from the hungry look he gives you as you approach, Maggie has already inflamed his desires. You ignore his groping hands, whispering a suggestion into his ear and then hurrying away to get back to your work. You know he'll follow your advice, and soon the peephole in the restrooms will find a new use. ------ Maggie barely makes it to a stall before throwing herself down on the toilet and hiking up her short skirt. It's times like this that Maggie is grateful for the meticulous effort she puts into cleaning the toilets every morning. Maggie doesn't waste any time pulling her panties to her ankles and thrusting her fingers into her sopping cunt. A faint flicker of her former modesty cringes at the thought of relieving herself in the tavern bathrooms, but Maggie knows if she doesn't then she will do far worse. As Maggie gives in to her desires, she relaxes. Despite the strange arousal in her mind tonight, she really isn't so much hornier than she usually gets by the end of the night. These covert escapes to the restroom for some relief are not as unusual as she would like to admit to herself. What is unusual is the sudden appearance of a throbbing cock as if summoned directly out of her fantasies. Maggie looks at the wall of the stall with surprise, noticing <<first>>for the first time <<finally>>once again <</first>>that there is a hole drilled there, just large enough for this glorious cock to fit through. Maggie stares at the mouth watering rod, fighting the temptation to kneel before it and taste it's tantalizing tip. //Could someone know about the nature of her bathroom visits?// Maggie wonders, still stroking her pussy. Without thinking Maggie slides ever closer to the engorged cock, watching it bounce eagerly as she masturbates. //It couldn't hurt to have a quick taste...// she thinks, letting herself fall to her knees. //I can't just suck a strangers cock!// cries a part of Maggie, rebelling against her urges. She knows she's done far worse, but something about sucking off this unknown cock as she kneels on the bathroom floor strikes her as especially obscene. Unfortunately for Maggie, the obscenity of it all only makes her want to do it more. //I can't just leave him here. I'll just give it a quick taste.// Before she even finishes the thought, Maggie's tongue is swirling over the mushroom tip of the cock. Deep down Maggie knew that ‘a quick taste' would never be enough. The ‘quick taste' almost immediately becomes a mouthful of cock as Maggie's resistance breaks down. Maggie's desires take over, controlling her motions and lulling her into a lustful rhythm. Maggie doesn't realize just how much she has committed to the blowjob until her lips brush against the wooden wall. Maggie's eyes open wide. //What am I doing?!// she thinks. She tries to swallow but her throat is stuffed with eight glorious inches of cock. Maggie gags and tears run down her cheeks as she pulls her head back. She knows she should stop, but instead she begins to pump her pussy with her fingers once again, moaning like a whore as she slides her lips back over the drool coated shaft in front of her. At this rate she'll cum before he does. Maggie savors every shameful moment of lust, bobbing her head back and forth on the mysterious cock like a professional. She knows that soon she will reap her reward, and the thought only fills her with more passion. Maggie doesn't care anymore that the entire bathroom is filled with the wet sounds of her mouth. She hopes that more men are waiting in line, ready for the treatment she advertises with every indecent gag and lewd moan. That very thought is enough of a fantasy to make Maggie reach a powerful orgasm. Her pussy clenches and squirts femcum onto the floor but Maggie remains focussed, releasing muffled moans as she worships the cock with her mouth. Her face is a mess of tears and drool by now, some of which drips from her chin to her jiggling cleavage in thick strands. If anyone could see her now, they would never believe this blatant whore ever had any shred of innocence or chastity. When the cock pulses and erupts, Maggie's appearance becomes even more obscene. She tries valiantly to swallow all of the hot cum pumped into her mouth, but some soon breaks free of the seal between her lips and the cock, splashing from her plump lips and dribbling over her chest. Maggie leans back, gasping for air as the final ropes of cum paint her once cute face. Maggie falls to the floor, unable to do anything but giggle as she basks in the blissful aftershocks of her orgasm. The mystery man whispers an honest thanks after withdrawing his cock and Maggie listens to him leave the bathroom. Her eyes are irresistibly drawn to the hole, hoping that another cock will take the last one's place. Unfortunately Maggie is disappointed. After waiting for a few minutes, Maggie cleans herself up as best as she can. Her uniform still has wet spots all over, but she figures she can't help those and heads back out to the main hall feeling considerably more satisfied than before. ----- You see the young fisherman emerge from the bathroom first, and then Maggie comes out a few minutes later. She looks frazzled but significantly more focussed. Your curiosity about what the two got up to is satisfied when you see the wet stains on the bust of Maggie's uniform. You give Maggie a knowing smile. She blushes but doesn't admit a thing. [[Continue|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 4500>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +4500 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>>

You decide to take the opportunity to spice up the night, and fetch a potion from your bag. You uncork the glass bottle and dump the contents into Maggie's drink, waiting for them to mix in. You already feel the hot anticipation building in your stomach. Maggie acts pretty slutty normally, so with the extra potent aphrodisiac you're giving her, things should get really interesting. Maggie soon emerges from the bathroom and immediately goes to take a drink. She seems to notice something strange about the ale, but she swallows it anyway. You smile, knowing the effects will begin very soon. Fortunately, the first of the townsfolk also begin to arrive just as Maggie starts to feel the effects of the potion. You see Maggie flush from the lekkaroot as she begins to serve the tables. Her arousal builds quickly, especially when she downs the rest of her spiked ale. In minutes her body is reacting to the hornet venom and lekkaroot combo. You see the usual distracted look Maggie gets whenever she's incredibly turned on, but it seems worse than ever. Already you catch a glimpse of her juices leaking past the hem of her skirt. She looks the way she usually does after a long night of waitressing, but the night has only just begun. Many of the men in the tavern seem to catch on immediately, treating Maggie to gropes and slaps which only make her more fired up. Her moaning can be heard clearly throughout the tavern whenever a particularly bold drunk decides to get handsy. Before long Maggie looks like she can't take it anymore. You expect her to disappear into the back for some relief any second now. Bregan, of all people, ends up being the one who makes things interesting. He takes the stage and calls Maggie over to him, fiddle in hand. Maggie hurries over to the bearded woodcutter, not suspecting the trap. You smile excitedly when you see him pull her up onto the stage. "Come on, give us a show. We all loved your last performance!" Maggie looks like she is going to find the self control to step down and refuse the musician, but then the tavern erupts with cheers. You can see the moment when Maggie's self restraint is shattered. She blushes and bows, walking timidly to the center of the stage. The men all cheer as she prepares to dance. You look to Derrick and see him watching with concern from behind the bar. You look back at Maggie, watching her as you approach the bartender. When you reach the bar, the room is filled with the sound of music. Bregan plays a sensuous tune on his violin, just as before, and it immediately sweeps Maggie up in the melody. She looks almost hypnotized as she dances, rocking her hips seductively in time with the music. Occasionally she moves quickly, jiggling her cleavage for all to see. "Is everything alright?" you whisper to Derrick. He nods. "For now. She hasn't done anything too obscene, but I'm worried about the reputation this place will get if she goes too far. This is a bar, not a brothel." "And why can't it be both," you whisper to him. He considers your words for a second, tempted by the possibility, especially if it means Maggie putting on strip shows. "Reya would never allow it. The whole town would turn against me for the sake of their religious sensibilities." Derrick almost spits as he utters the last words. "Just let whatever happens tonight happen." You say quietly, moving in front of him and grinding your ass against his crotch. Derrick seems a little surprised by your forwardness, but he goes along with it. Everyone in the tavern is too distracted by Maggie to notice anyway, and for good reason, too. Maggie has already stripped off her top, and her <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts shake under her tight bra as she wiggles her torso. "Show us more!" a man in the crowd shouts. Maggie doesn't respond, but she turns around, wiggling her ass to the audience. You see her hands reach back and unhook her bra, releasing her perfect round tits. She isn't quite ready to reveal them, however, and when she turns around her arms are crossed over her nipples. The men cheer as she slowly pulls her arms away, covering less and less of her tits. Finally her hands drop entirely, giving the entire room a clear view of her gorgeous breasts. They wobble as she moves, and you notice her nipples are incredibly erect, forming tight peaks on her jiggly mounds. You keep massaging Derrick's crotch with your ass, giggling so only he can hear when you feel his erection pushing against you. Both of you watch Maggie as she moves back to the center of the stage. She dances topless, flushed and horny from the potion's effects. You have no doubt that her pussy is throbbing with need as she displays herself for the townsfolk. "More!" come the cries of the men, urging Maggie to drop her short skirt. She smiles at them patiently, rocking her hips in circular motions. You watch her move her shaking hand to the waist of her skirt, and gradually bend over, sliding the skirt down her thigh torturously slowly. When she stands back straight you gasp. Maggie's pussy is absolutely drenched in her arousal. Her sopping panties are plastered to her lips and shimmering trails of her feminine nectar coat her thighs. The entire tavern erupts at the sight of her obvious arousal, jeering at the beautiful barmaid showing herself off before them. You are impressed that Bregan is able to keep the music going without stopping. As you scan the room, you notice more than a few men subtly stroking their crotches as they watch Maggie rock her hips. You are almost as fired up by the display as the crowd. You never expected Maggie to let things go this far, but you're glad she does. Your pussy aches for stimulation, and you grind on Derrick's crotch with increased desperation, moaning occasionally under your breath. Derrick seems to be getting into the motions as well, sliding his hips against yours in heavy thrusts. His eyes never leave Maggie, however, and you note that his former uncertainty seems to have left his eyes. ------ Maggie's movements become shakier as her arousal takes complete control of her body. She moves her hands over her skin, careful not to touch her soaked cunt. She knows that even the slightest touch might send her reeling into a powerful orgasm. Still, the strange heat within her destroys all of her modesty, and soon she begins to moan lewdly as she dances. Every fiber of her being trembles with desperate need. If only she could get control for a second, then maybe she could find a way to escape the stage. //Maybe if I take off my panties...// Maggie thinks, sliding a hand to her thigh. //No! I can't do that. It would be indecent. All these men would see my pussy, they would see...// Maggie can't resist any longer. She pulls the soaked fabric down quickly, feeling her body begin to tremble. The dance stops as she moves a hand to her clit. The sensation of her fingers is all it takes to send her to her knees. Her hips buck and her body quivers. She no longer cares that she's being watched by all the men in the tavern. All she cares about is the searing pleasure that fills her body. ----- You gawk as you see Maggie completely lose control. Her hips buck and she cries out with pleasure, sending squirts of femcum off the side of the stage. Derrick stops grinding against you as soon as he realizes what's happening. The tavern is immediately filled with cheers from many of the men, but you also notice some of the more sober townsfolk shaking their heads. "I'll take care of her," you say to Derrick. You hurry to the stage, helping Maggie stand up. Her eyes are still cloudy with lust but she manages to follow you to the back room. You sit her in a chair and head back out to fetch Maggie's clothes. Her skirt, bra, and shirt are still where she dropped them on the stage, so you gather them up and bring them back to Maggie. When you reach the back room, Maggie is already masturbating again. She hears you enter and looks up at you guiltily but doesn't move her hand away from her pussy. "I'm sorry, that was probably too much." Maggie says, looking ashamed of herself despite the fact that she is currently stroking her swollen pussy. "No, it was great. Maybe a little too soon, but you did perfectly." You tell her. Maggie smiles up at you and then shivers, letting out a brief moan. You toss her clothes at her feet. "Whenever you're done, you'll probably want to leave through the back. You really got those men worked up." You say with a grin. Maggie nods, but she says nothing, leaning back as she fingers herself more frantically. The potion really is having a strong effect on her. You leave Maggie alone in the back, heading out to finish off the night's work. You manage to continue the night without too much trouble despite how horny all of the men in the tavern are. [[Head Home|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $maggie.corXP += 5000>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +5000 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>>

<<set $townvisited to 1>> <<if $maggie.maxlvl < $maggie.corruption>> <<set $maggie.maxlvl to $maggie.corruption>> <</if>> <<if $tavernMaggie.length == 0>> <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieSkirtShortening")>> <</if>> <<set _event to $tavernMaggie.random()>> <<goto _event>>

<<if $maggie.corruption < $maggie.maxlvl>> <<if $maggie.corXP >= $xplevels[$maggie.corruption]>>\ <<set $maggie.corXP to 0>>\ <<set $maggie.corruption+=1>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Maggie is now Level ' + state.active.variables.maggie.corruption);<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("Maggie has grown more corrupt!");<</script>> <<if $maggie.corruption == 2>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieSpanked")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieGroped")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieSpikedDrink")>>\ <<elseif $maggie.corruption == 3>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieCleavage")>>\ <<elseif $maggie.corruption == 4>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieFirstCum")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieSkirtShortening")>>\ <<elseif $maggie.corruption == 5>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggiesBigNight")>>\ <<elseif $maggie.corruption == 6>>\ <<script>>$.notify("You've reached the max Maggie Corruption for this build. More coming soon!");<</script>> <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieSecondPotion")>>\ <<run $tavernMaggie.push("MaggieFucked")>>\ <<elseif $maggie.corruption == 7>>\ <<script>>$.notify("You've reached the max Maggie Corruption for this build. More coming soon!");<</script>> <<set $maggie.corruption to 6>> <<set $maggie.corXP to 50000>> <</if>>\ <</if>> <<else>> <<if $maggie.corXP >= $xplevels[$maggie.corruption]>>\ <<set $maggie.corXP to $xplevels[$maggie.corruption]>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Current Max Level Reached.\nMaggie is going to need a push to become more corrupt.");<</script>> <</if>> <</if>> <<goto "Witch's Hut">>

<<if $flags.includes("MaggieShare")>> <<goto "MaggieShareBrendon">> <<elseif $flags.includes("MaggieCuck")>> <<goto "MaggieCuckedWeddingNight">> <<else>> <<goto "NormalAfterparty">> <</if>>

When you walk into the main hall of the church it is more full than you've ever seen it before. You suspect that everyone there knows Derrick, and most are there because of the popular innkeeper. You are looking around for an open spot next to someone you know when Derrick waves at you from the aisle near the front row. You approach him with a smile, it's nice seeing him excited for his son. "I'll be coming back right here after I walk Brendon up, you can sit next to me if you'd like." Derrick tells you, pointing to an open spot in the front row. You thank him and sit there, waiting for the ceremony to begin. The entire church echoes with the sound of people trying to stay quiet as you sit patiently. You stare at the five altars, decorated with flowers for the occasion. The flowers don't fit in with the intricate carvings of the gods, but they still look nice. Finally you hear the air in the church thrum with the sound of a choir breaking into song. Townsfolk who volunteered to lend their voices for the occasion fill the air with their harmonies. The song fills you with joy, transforming the usually somber church into a triumphant hall. The wedding is more grand than any you remember, likely due to a combination of Derrick's influence and Maggie's behind the scenes planning. You're certain Maggie's mother must have had a hand in the organization as well. You have to turn your body to see Brendon coming down the aisle, with Derrick walking proudly beside him. Both seem overjoyed at the occasion, and walk with dignity and grace. Brendon is dressed in the traditional wedding robe for men, a flowing but regal garment that Brendon wears well. You are struck by how handsome he looks and for a moment you feel jealous of Maggie. When Brendon reaches the front of the church, Reya approaches him, dressed in her own ceremonial frock. She nods at Derrick and he leaves his son, heading over to sit down next to you. The burly innkeep elbows you gently when he sits down. "Looks even better than I did on my wedding day." Derrick whispers to you with a proud smile. <<if previous() == "MaggieMassageBreastGrowth">>\ You and Derrick turn to see Maggie begin her walk down the aisle. There's a little commotion in the pews near her, but from your distance you can't make out anything too risque. Her mother must have helped her cover the revealing bodice of the dress. As Maggie walks down the aisle the choir continues to sing, covering up the sound of people whispering to each other as they see Maggie's salacious attire. When she passes you, you can finally make out the faint outline of her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Maggie's eyes look unfocused and she wears an expression you've seen many times in the tavern. You can't believe the beautiful bride is getting aroused from having her tits visible to the people in the church through the diaphanous silk of her dress. You glance at Derrick but he pretends not to notice Maggie's revealing outfit, looking straight ahead. Brendon, on the other hand, does notice, gawking at his bride's chest for a moment before regaining his composure. Maggie blushes, but you notice that she presses her chest out, giving Brendon an even better view. Even Reya seems mesmerized by Maggie's indecency, sneaking a few peeks at the blushing bride's rack. The ceremony continues with the vows, although everyone involved seems a bit distracted. Brendon gets through his vows without much trouble, but Maggie stumbles over her words, struggling due to her growing arousal. You knew she liked being seen, but you never realized how much of an exhibitionist she is. "You may kiss the bride!" Reya calls out once Maggie finishes her vows. Maggie and Brendon hesitate for a moment and then lean towards each other. The kiss is a little more passionate than is typical, and you can tell Maggie is getting into it when Brendon pulls away, leaving her looking up at him longingly. She manages to get herself under control in time to walk down the aisle, hand in hand with Brendon. The church is filled with the cheers and applause of the townsfolk, especially the men who lean to get a better view of Maggie and her tits as the newlyweds exit. "Wedding dresses have certainly changed since my wedding," Derrick says to you as the two of you stand to exit. He doesn't seem upset at all, and after a moment of eye contact, you both break into laughter. "It was actually meant to be more modest, but things didn't work out how they were supposed to." you tell him. "Well I could tell Brendon won't be complaining," Derrick jokes. The two of you walk out together, heading towards the tavern for the afterparty. <<elseif previous() == "MaggieNippleGrowthMassage">> You and Derrick turn to watch Maggie as she enters, guided by her father. Even from your position towards the front of the aisles, Maggie looks distracted. Her makeup hides the flush on her cheeks which you can tell is there. She walks up awkwardly, trying to hold her torso as still as possible, but her breasts still bounce slightly, causing a tantalizing friction on her swollen nipples. You can't tell yet, but judging by the whispers of the people she passes, her nipples must be pretty obviously hard. When Maggie passes you, you see what they were whispering about. Her nipples have grown since you were in the room with her, swelling under her bra and tenting the fabric of the dress. Other people might not notice, but you can tell that her nipples are far larger than usual. The hornet venom is also affecting her, making her gasp under her breath with each step. The sight of her getting worked up during her own wedding is incredibly hot. When she makes it to the front, Brendon helps Maggie up the short stairs to the front of the altar. Brendon looks surprised when he sees Maggie's unusually large nipples poking through her wedding dress, but otherwise he doesn't seem to react. You see Maggie bites her lip as she waits for Reya to begin. The hornet venom in her nipples is definitely getting to her. The two make it through their vows without too much trouble, although Maggie definitely sounds distracted as she says hers. When it finally comes time for Brendon to kiss Maggie, her knees almost give out, overcome by the combination of Brendon and the sensation beneath her dress. Somehow she manages to pull away and act somewhat normally as the church erupts into cheers. Maggie knows she should be feeling excitement at being married but her arousal keeps her from truly enjoying the moment. She needs release. Maggie and Brendon walk back down the aisle hand in hand. As she passes you, Maggie gives you a desperate look that says, 'I need you to help me out as soon as possible'. You wait until they make it out the back of the church before getting up. A fluttering excitement blossoms in your stomach as you hurry after Maggie, walking into the aisle as soon as people begin to stand. You hope you can catch her before too many townsfolk accost her. By the time you get to Maggie, she is already talking to a few people, trying to keep from showing any signs of arousal as she thanks them for coming to the ceremony. When she sees you, she mutters a quick excuse to Brendon and the townsfolk around her and then hurries towards the powder room. You follow her, barely getting past the door before she slams it closed. "God's $name. What was in that oil you put on me? I thought I was going to cum in front of everyone, Maggie says, pulling down the bodice of her dress. "It must have been an allergic reaction or something," you lie, staring at her chest. When she unhooks her bra, it falls away to reveal that her nipples have swollen to almost two inches in length. Maggie moans as they pulse with every beat of her heart. "What's wrong with my nipples," she whines, staring at the obscene nubs on her chest. Her nipples almost look like small dicks, throbbing and erect, engorged by the hornet venom. Although she is confused and upset by the strange changes to her body, Maggie is obviously too turned on to worry for long. She backs up until she bumps into the table, and then thrusts a hand under the skirt of her dress, plunging it into her dripping cunt. She whines as she pleasures herself, even though she's obviously embarrassed by the state of her nipples. They are usually cute and small but the hornet venom has transformed them into whorish nubs. You can't resist any longer. Something about seeing Maggie masturbate to the shame of her transformation makes you impossibly horny. You move to the lusty bride quickly, moving your mouth to her suckable nipples. The touch of your lips on her hypersensitive skin makes Maggie cry out with pleasure, almost reaching an orgasm just from the feeling of your mouth alone. You giggle and put your tongue to work, circling and teasing her swollen teats. You love the way her tender flesh feels in your mouth almost as much as you love the sounds Maggie makes as you tease her. Her vocalizations become incomprehensible as her body explodes with pleasure. You hear the wet movement of her hand against her squirting cunt as she cums hard. Juices spray onto her wedding dress and then drip to the floor, making the air thick with the scent of her pussy. You keep sucking her nipples, moving from one to the other to keep Maggie riding the wave of her climax as long as possible. When she recovers, you are impossibly turned on. "I'm sorry, I have to go to the afterparty," Maggie says, sensing your lust. You know she's right, and push your arousal to the back of your mind. You know you'll be able to pleasure yourself later. Maggie readjusts her wedding dress, pulling the bra on to cover her nipples. They are still pretty hard, but they've shrunk substantially since her orgasm. As she walks towards the door, Maggie turns to you, giving you a devious look which sends a shiver down your spine. "Keep some of that oil. It's strange, but I like it," you feel the arousal burning inside you as Maggie tempts you. You can't wait to experiment with the oil more, but for now, you have an afterparty to attend. <<else>>\ The two of you turn around again to watch Maggie enter, guided by her father. She looks more beautiful than ever with her made up face, and braided hair. The dress looks spectacular in the light of the church, billowing around her body like wings made of chiffon. Lily's handiwork ensures that although the dress hints at the pristine beauty of her body beneath, it never actually reveals anything. Maggie walks down the aisle with her head held high, striding confidently with all eyes on her. People's heads turn to follow the angelic young lady as she proceeds toward her waiting groom. Brendon watches her approach with a smile. You're sure he's feeling pretty good about his decision to marry Maggie right now. When Maggie reaches the front of the church Brendon takes her hands and they stand staring into each other's eyes, looking as natural as they would if no one were there to watch. Even Reya seems mesmerized by Maggie's beautiful appearance, and you notice that she pays extra attention to your friend's curvy body. The men in the audience are staring as well, many of them familiar with Maggie's less refined appearance in the tavern. You wonder how seeing her like this will affect her experiences working in the future. Reya finally breaks the silence, prompting the young couple to say their vows. Brendon goes first, his masculine voice echoing through the church. You know that more than a few women in the audience are watching Brendon with the same desire their husbands have for Maggie. You look at them both, zoning out as they say their vows. "You may kiss the bride!" Reya calls out, her voice echoing through the church. Maggie and Brendon lean in and their lips meet, locking together for a brief moment, a hint at the true passion between the two. The kiss is picturesque and over far too soon. After they are married, Maggie and Brendon walk back down the aisle. Maggie makes eye contact with you as she passes. The smile on her face is the most genuine you have seen her give, and you can't help smiling back. It really is nice to see her so happy. <</if>>\ [[Continue|Afterparty]]

"I have to tell you something…" you say slowly. Maggie's face goes pale as if she knows what you're about to say. "What is it?" she squeaks. "Brendon and I, we um, were just talking, and one thing led to another and, we had sex." you say sheepishly. "What?" Maggie asks, not wanting to believe what you're telling her. "Brendon cheated on you with me," you say honestly. Maggie's face turns a deep red and she trembles slightly. You watch the attractive young lady stand up slowly. "I can't believe I trusted you!" Maggie shouts with tears in her eyes. You start to stand up so you can comfort her but Maggie screams at you. "Sit down! You've ruined my life! It was you who tricked me into sinning at the tavern and the whole time you've been sinking your claws into Brendon as well! I can't marry him now, thanks to you." Maggie sobs and gives you a look of absolute disgust. You stay frozen by her anger as she runs to the door and leaves your cottage, trying to hide her tears. You are left alone, a little surprised by the intensity of Maggie's reaction. You should have guessed it would hurt her to find out, but somehow you didn't believe she would get so upset. You head back to bed, feeling guilty for what you've done to your friend. Maybe you can make it up to her somehow. [[Go to sleep.|WeddingMorning]] <<run $flags.pushUnique("MaggieAngry")>> <<run $flags.pushUnique("NoWedding")>>

"Actually, nevermind." you tell her. Maggie seems surprised and frustrated but she nods and puts her dress and bra back on. The two of you head back out of her room into the pleasant living room. "Is there anything else you want?" Maggie asks. [[Ask Maggie about Brendon.|MaggieBrendonTalk]] <<if $quests.includes("MaggiePotion")>>\ [[Give Maggie a Potion|MaggiePotion]] <<else>>\ [[Ask About Pain Potion|MaggiePotionConvo]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("MaggieTavern")>>[[Convince Maggie to work at the tavern.|MaggieTalkTavern]]<</if>> [[End Conversation|DreyerHouse]]

You resist your desires, restricting yourself to fantasies as Maggie strips out of her wedding dress. Lily looks like she is about to act on her desires when Maggie's tits jiggle free of the new bra, but she restrains herself as well, taking the dress and bringing it to a table for some last minute changes. Maybe you were just seeing what you wanted to see. It doesn't take long for Lily to finish her modifications. She wraps up the dress and gives it to Maggie along with the white bra, and then you say your goodbyes. Maggie seems a little more like her old self as you head back to her house, and you wonder if she is feeling more reassured about the wedding. She's definitely a little happier than before, and you would be too if you had such a beautiful dress. <<run $flags.pushUnique("Dress")>> [[Continue|DreyerHouse]]

Derrick goes back to washing the mugs, and you decide to head home. You tell Derrick goodbye and wave at the remaining drunk townsfolk before walking home in the dark. You imagine what Maggie and Brendon are doing now, and wish you could see them enjoying each other for the first time. [[Continue|SleepEvent]] <<run $quests.delete("Wedding")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("WeddingComplete")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Completed: Maggie's Wedding");<</script>>\ <<run $flags.delete("WeddingDay")>>\ <<run $flags.delete("SpecialEvent")>>\

You manage to restrain your guilt, and smile at Maggie, perfectly hiding your deception. "Brendon is probably just nervous about the wedding. I'm sure he's feeling some of the same doubts you have, but that's normal. You love Brendon, the wedding will be as beautiful as you imagined it, and I think you'll be very happy being with Brendon." You know you enjoyed it. Maggie doesn't look completely convinced, but she definitely looks more relaxed. "I guess you're right, $name." she says to you, letting herself smile timidly. "Thanks for your advice." As quickly as Maggie arrived, she heads out the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You go back to bed, nervous about what the wedding day will hold. [[Go to sleep.|WeddingMorning]] <<run $flags.pushUnique("MaggieLie")>>

"What are you worried about?" You ask your friend as you put some water on the embers of the fire for tea. "I've just gotten a lot more in touch with a side of myself that I never knew existed recently." She sighs. You nod, but think that's an interesting way of saying she's gotten a lot sluttier lately. "I'm worried that Brendon won't like this part of me, or that he'll try to keep me from doing what feels good." You nod but think about the time you've spent with Brendon recently. "I don't think you have much to worry about. Brendon's pretty open to things as well. I think you'll make a good match." You say. "Really?" Maggie asks softly, looking a little reassured. You nod. "Thanks, $name. You always know just how to make me feel better," Maggie says, catching you in a hug. The sudden feeling of her body pressed against yours awakens a desire within you. You hug the curvy young lady back, shivering as your hands touch her smooth skin. Your shift doesn't provide much of a barrier between you and Maggie's dress, and you can feel her sliding tantalizingly against you. Your pulse races as you take a deep breath, smelling the faint vanilla smell of Maggie's perfume. A whistling noise interrupts the embrace, shaking you from your reverie. You step away from Maggie and pull the kettle from the fire, pouring two steaming mugs of tea. The two of you drink the tea in silence, unable to keep your eyes off of each other. [[Ask her to stay the night.|MaggiePassionateSex]] <<run $flags.pushUnique("MaggieCorrupt")>>

"What's wrong?" you ask Maggie, letting her inside your modest cottage. "I just don't know if Brendon is really such a gentleman. As a kid I dreamed of marrying a dashing prince, and I know that isn't going to happen, but I thought Brendon was at least going to be a good match." Maggie says, trying to hold back tears. "What makes you think he won't be?" you ask. "He's been distant lately whenever we talk. I just feel like he's looking for someone more exciting." Maggie says. You pull up a chair and she plops into it, pouting. [[Convince her to go through with the wedding.|MaggiePureWeddingConvince]] [[Convince her to cancel the wedding.|MaggieWeddingPureCancel]]

"What's wrong?" You ask, inviting Maggie inside. She steps in, looking distressed. "I've just gotten a lot more in touch with a side of myself that I never knew existed recently." She sighs. You nod, but think that's an interesting way of saying she's gotten a lot sluttier lately. "I'm worried that Brendon won't like this part of me, or that he'll try to keep me from doing what feels good." You aren't surprised by her doubts. Brendon is prudish compared to Maggie these days, but you feel like it would be good for Maggie to have someone under her control. You only hope that the power ends up corrupting Maggie even more. "If you think about it that way, I guess it wouldn't be a good choice… But if you think of this as an opportunity then marrying Brendon is a great idea. How often do you get the chance to control someone, especially someone as hot as Brendon. Think of all the fun you can have." As you talk Maggie flushes. You smile knowing that all sorts of devious fantasies must be going through her mind. "You're right, $name! This is a good thing. It shouldn't be too hard to keep Brendon satisfied, and then I can do whatever I want." You nod, encouraged by her excitement,, and put a kettle of water on the fire. "Plus I can make him into whatever I want him to be." Maggie unconsciously moves a hand between her legs, softly pressing against her crotch. Her nipples are already poking through the fabric of her dress. Maggie getting so horny at the thought of corrupting Brendon is surprising. You didn't realize she was so similar to you. When you pour to mugs of tea, Maggie seems to snap out of her fantasies. "It's settled. The wedding is on." She says triumphantly. "Thanks $name." she says, embracing you. The embrace quickly becomes more than just a casual hug as your lips find hers. You kiss passionately for a moment before pulling away breathlessly. [[Ask her to stay the night.|MaggiePassionateSex]] <<run $flags.pushUnique("MaggieDominant")>>

"What's bothering you?" you ask Maggie, holding the door so she can step inside. Maggie looks around the room, surprised by how cozy your little cottage is. "I've just gotten a lot more in touch with a side of myself that I never knew existed recently." She sighs. You nod, but think that's an interesting way of saying she's gotten a lot sluttier lately. "I'm worried that Brendon won't like this part of me, or that he'll try to keep me from doing what feels good." You aren't surprised by her doubts. Brendon is prudish compared to Maggie these days, and you feel like it would be a shame to waste all the progress you've made letting her tether herself to some man. "I didn't want to say anything, but I think you're right. He would just hold you back." you say softly as you stoke the fire and hang a kettle of water above it for tea. Maggie seems relieved to hear what you have to say, as if it is exactly what she wanted to hear. "You're right, $name. I'll call off the wedding tomorrow. I know it's last minute, but I can't let myself get pushed into something I'll regret for the rest of my life." Maggie says quietly. You pour some tea and then sit down on your bed. The two of you sip your hot drinks in silence. It's strange to think Maggie won't be getting married tomorrow. "How does it feel not having to worry about a fiance?" you ask Maggie, breaking the silence. She laughs, just now realizing what it means that she doesn't have to worry about Brendon. "I feel free," Maggie says. She looks more relaxed as well, sipping her tea and trying not to laugh. Calling the wedding off is definitely the right decision. "Want to make use of your new freedom and stay the night?" You ask flirtatiously. Maggie blushes but nods. "You can sleep here with me," you tell her. You set your tea down on a nightstand and start to pull your shift off. Magie watches as you pull the thin nightdress off, first revealing your cute panties, your stomach, and finally your bare breasts. You flash Maggie an inviting smile before sliding under your sheets. Maggie sets her cup down with an impatient clink and shakily pulls the straps of her dress from her shoulders. You watch her from the bed, admiring the shape of her body in the dim light. The oil lamp and the dying flicker of the fire cast Maggie in an orange glow, reflecting off the smooth skin of her stomach and the tops of her breasts. You don't get to stare for long before Maggie's warm body is next to you in bed, pressing up against you with all of its delightful softness. Maggie is still wearing her bra and panties, but it's an easy fix. You strip away her last defenses with a passionate kiss, rolling atop her and taking charge. Maggie gasps when you look her over, enjoying every part of her with your eyes. You can't resist a quick peck on her stomach, making her giggle at the ticklish touch of your lips on her skin. Below you feel the heat radiating from her pussy and your pulse quickens. You only have to sink a few inches lower and your tongue is on her sensitive pussy, tasting her arousal for the first time. Maggie squeaks with pleasure as you press into her folds, opening her up and delving as deep as you can go with your tongue. You feel her thighs tighten around your head, holding you in place and urging you deeper. You can only obey, licking her with greater intensity. The smell and flavor of Maggie's dripping cunt fill your mind, clouding your thoughts with desire. You are so intoxicated by her arousal that you struggle to get your own panties off as you pleasure Maggie to the best of your abilities. When you finally free your pussy you get up on your knees, staring down at Maggie's flushed body. Her <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> breasts rise and fall with each heavy breath she takes. You have her warmed up and now she looks up at you with lusty eyes, begging for more. You crawl towards her, still sitting up so you can watch her squirm. When you move one leg over hers to try to straddle her stomach, Maggie bucks her hips and moans. You feel something unexpectedly warm and wet against your pussy and moan, falling back. Your bare cunt slides along Maggie's thigh and then against her own flushed cunt. Overcome by the need, you grind your pussy against hers desperately. It's nice enough feeling her slippery lips sliding against yours, but when you lean forward and feel her clit brush against yours you cry out in pleasure. You rock your hips, pressing your clits together until the room is filled with both of your feminine moans. You are thankful that you accidentally stumbled into this awkward position because it has you insanely turned on. You your rocking speeds up, you hear the wet noises of your slimy pussies being pressed together. Maggie's you bounce against Maggie, sliding your hips against hers and making Maggie's eyes roll back with pleasure. You know that if you keep going, both of you will be quivering on the bed before long. Still, you couldn't stop if you wanted to. "Oooh fuck! $name! I- I'm- Mmmmmh!" Maggie screams as her entire body tightens. You see her tits bouncing as she bucks furiously against you and then her back arches cutely. She lets out a final whine before you feel something wet spray against your pussy. Maggie's femcum drenches your thighs and lubricates your last few urgent thrusts of your hips before you too climax from the delightful touch of clit against clit. Your vision darkens as you moan, overcome by the ecstasy of the moment. You hardly notice when you collapse onto Maggie and the two of you pant in each other's arms. "Wow, $name." Maggie says breathlessly. "That was amazing." Judging by the volume of her juices which still coats your satisfied pussy and thighs, Maggie is telling the truth. You when you look at Maggie she has no guilt in her eyes, only affection. You wrap your arms around you, pulling her body against yours so that as much skin is in contact as possible. You feel her breasts sliding against you as she breathes and shiver. "All my life I feel like everyone has been trying to make me do things just because that's the way they've always been done." Maggie says softly after a cuddling for a while. "With you it's different. You don't make me feel bad when I make mistakes, and you encourage me to do what I want because I want it. I know that if I married Brendon things would only get worse. I would have to feel ashamed of myself if I ever let myself slip even a tiny bit from that image of a perfect wife." You kiss Maggie on the cheek, letting her know you're listening. You can't see her face, but you can tell Maggie is happy. "Thanks, $name, for helping me realize all that. I feel like I've been following in my mother's religious footsteps for too long. You saved me from being a life of sitting in the pews and praying without anything to spice up my life." "I'm glad I could help, and I also like how you've changed." You feel Maggie's lips press against yours in a kiss. Only a few months ago, if someone told you that Maggie would be kissing another girl, naked in bed, you would have laughed. You can't believe how far she's come, and know that she's now free to be pushed even more. For now, you push your plans out of your mind, enjoying spending time with Maggie. The two of you drift off into a deep sleep in each other's arms, both more content than you've felt in a long time. [[Continue|WeddingMorning]] <<run $flags.pushUnique("MaggieFree")>> <<run $flags.pushUnique("NoWedding")>> <<run $flags.pushUnique("MaggieSex")>>

"What's bothering you?" you ask Maggie, holding the door open so she can come inside. Maggie enters, looking around at your one room hut with wide eyes. She seems impressed by your cozy lifestyle, but eventually remembers the reason for her late night visit. "I'm worried about Brendon. He has been distant the last few times we've talked, and I'm worried something is up. I wish he would talk to me about it, but I'm also afraid that he's done something wrong." Maggie says, plopping down in a chair you pull up for her. You remember your moments of passion with Brendon guiltily. Seeing Maggie so distraught makes it impossible for you to keep the secret any longer. "I have to tell you something…" you say slowly. Maggie's face goes pale as if she knows what you're about to say. "What is it?" she squeaks. "Brendon and I, we um, were just talking, and one thing led to another and, we had sex." you say sheepishly. "What?" Maggie asks, not wanting to believe what you're telling her. "Brendon cheated on you with me," you say honestly. Maggie's face turns a deep red and she trembles slightly. You watch the attractive young lady stand up slowly. You know what to do. In seconds you are behind her, kissing her neck tenderly. Maggie is still too shocked to react, but her body answers you eagerly. She shivers at your touch and leans back into you. "Maybe it's a good thing," you whisper into her ear. "Just think of all the fun we could have together if we shared him." Maggie imagines the three of you together and trembles again. The thoughts override her jealousy with arousal. "Stay the night with me tonight, and then tomorrow after your wedding we will both go to him and I can help you consummate your bond." you whisper seductively. Maggie nods, and you pull her to your bed, pulling her soft body against yours as you lay on the mattress. You long to go further, to touch Maggie between her thighs and taste her lips on yours, but you don't want to push her now. You let her fade off to sleep and then lay awake for another long while, torturously aware of her cushiony ass pressed against you and the weight of her breasts beneath your arm. [[Sleep|WeddingMorning]] <<run $flags.pushUnique("MaggieShare")>>

"What's bothering you?" you ask Maggie, gesturing to her to come in. She steps inside and you pull up a chair for her near the embers of your cooking fire. "I guess I'm just nervous about everything," Maggie tells you. "My whole life is going to change tomorrow." "Everything's going to go perfectly," you tell Maggie, trying to reassure her. She smiles but still seems a little uncomfortable. "I'll make some tea and you can tell me everything you're concerned about." Maggie seems glad you suggested tea, and eagerly accepts the steaming mug you give her. The two of you talk about the wedding, Brendon, and even Maggie's mother. It's nice to have some time to just talk to Maggie. When she gets up to head home for the night, Maggie seems to be a little more relaxed. "Thanks for talking, $name," Maggie tells you as you walk her to the door. You tell her you'll see her tomorrow at the church and head to bed, excited for tomorrow's events. [[Go to sleep.|WeddingMorning]]

You enjoy the afterparty in the tavern for a little while, drinking and dancing with the joyous townsfolk. The tavern looks better than you ever remember it looking, decorated with beautiful flower arrangements and silk streamers. The fancy atmosphere keeps the partying subdued for the first part of the night, but after a few mugs of ale, everyone is dancing and singing along to music provided by Bregan and a few other woodcutters. After one slow dance together, Maggie and Brendon are whirled away from each other, dancing with anyone who asks. It's a tradition that you're thankful for because it gives you a moment close to Brendon when you can whisper in his ear. "Want to have some fun later tonight?" you ask seductively. Brendon immediately understands you aren't asking about innocent fun. He glances over at Maggie guiltily but his desires overcome his hesitation. He looks back at you and nods. "Great, I'll wait upstairs for you two." you say, squeezing his thigh before you spin away, letting him be caught up in a dance with some other woman. You wait a little while and then head upstairs. You walk down the hall towards the wedding suite and slip inside quietly. The room is slightly larger than the others, except for the bunkroom, and it has a large bed in the middle of the far wall. The bed is made up nicely for Maggie and Brendon, decorated with a bouquet of white flowers. You strip naked and hop onto the bed, stretching out into a seductive position. As a final touch, you cover your moistening pussy with the bouquet, smiling at the perversion of the flowers. You don't have to wait long before you hear cheers in the main hall, accompanied by Maggie's giggling as she approaches the room. You feel excitement flutter in your stomach as the door swings open, revealing the happy couple. Brendon is only surprised for a moment. He expected you to be waiting, but likely not in such an exposed position. Maggie's face immediately sours, however, and you see confusion in her eyes. "What are you doing here, $name?" Maggie asks in a shaky voice. "I just wanted to help Brendon unwind after a long day." you say, moving so that the bouquet falls away, revealing your pink pussy. Brendon looks down but says nothing. "Brendon, I'm sorry about her. Send her out please." Maggie tells her husband. Her face is already flushing with frustration when Brendon stops her cold. "I want her to stay," he mumbles, slowly stripping out of his clothes. Maggie's eyes widen and you see tears begin to form. "What?" she says quietly, unable to believe what she's hearing. "He wants to fuck me," you say coldly, "and you're going to watch." Maggie stumbles towards a desk, collapsing into the chair and holding her head in her hands. You hear her sob, but ignore her. By now Brendon is completely naked, and you can't wait to have him inside you. You smile at him as he crawls onto the bed. Already his $brendon.penislength cock is hard and bouncing as he moves towards you. You spread your legs, giving him a clear view of your slavering cunt. Something about how he looks at you, eager and willing even as his beautiful young wife cries, has you burning with desire. Your pussy glistens in the candlelight, ready for his hard shaft. You make sure to moan loudly when he enters you, you want Maggie to hear how it feels to be fucked by Brendon. You want her to smell the ripe scent of your sex as you're split by his cock, and see the delight on your face as he buries himself inside you. Already Maggie has stopped crying, and although her head is still down, you know she won't be able to resist a peek for long. Brendon seems to be enjoying the infidelity almost as much as you are, quickly picking up the pace of his thrusting. Soon the room is filled with the wet slapping noise of Brendon fucking you. Every clap of his hips against you shakes Maggie to the core, but also awakens a strange heat deep inside her. When she looks up she sees her best friend being ploughed mercilessly by her handsome husband on her wedding bed. It's a scene she imagined herself in on so many sleepless nights, with her fingers in her aching pussy, but now that you've taken it from her, she can't look away. Maggie stares at your body shuddering as it is taken by Brendon's animalistic lust. She watches your breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts and licks her lips at the sight of his glistening shaft sliding in and out of your cunt. She hardly thinks at all as her hand snakes beneath her dress, finding her own pussy hot and desperate for pleasure. She catches herself right before she slides a finger into her slick entrance. Is she really about to masturbate to the sight of her husband making her a cuckquean? "Mmmh, yes! Fuck me Brendon! Fuck!" You cry out. The words hit Maggie like an arrow in her breast, filling her with hot shame and jealousy, but more importantly, arousal. She overcomes her hesitation in an instant, too turned on by the carnal display in front of her to maintain any propriety. Maggie sinks her delicate fingers into her cunt and begins masturbating shamefully. It takes you a little while to notice, but when you do, you laugh. "Look at her. She loves this." Brendon looks over at his beautiful wife, still in her wedding dress, but leaning back and masturbating her sloppy cunt furiously. She doesn't even try to hide the lewd expression on her face. The sight of Maggie seems to drive Brendon to new levels of passion. He thrusts deep inside you, groaning as your pussy clenches around his rod. You feel his cock stiffen and immediately turn your attention back to him. "Oh fuck! Are you about to cum?" you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him deeper and locking him in place so that your pussy can milk every drop of cum from his spasming cock. "Fuck! Fill me up with your cum! Ahhh!" You reach a quivering orgasm just as Brendon's cock throbs, depositing a thick load of cum into your slick insides. You feel the hot spurts of cum splashing against your inner walls and shiver, rocking your hips against his as he fills you with his seed. Maggie knows exactly what's happening, and the thought of her husband potentially impregnating you sends her over the edge. She screams in ecstasy, bucking against her hands and sending a squirt of femcum into the air. You watch it spatter onto the floor as you slowly relax, enjoying the sensation of cum leaking from your pussy. Brendon pulls out and collapses onto the bed, spent entirely. You aren't done yet though. You stand up, holding as much of Brendon's cum inside you with your fingers. Despite your efforts, it leaks over your hand and drips to your thighs before you reach the trembling form of Maggie. "Want some of your husband's cum?" you ask, smiling cruelly. Maggie barely manages a nod, but turns and looks up at you with watery eyes. You wonder for a second if she understood what you meant, but then she parts her round lips and extends her tongue. "Good girl." you tell her, lowering your sloppy pussy to her tongue. Brendon's salty seed leaks out into Maggie's mouth in a slow trickle, making her blush at the depravity of the situation. When you clench your muscles, another sticky waterfall of cum dribbles onto Maggie's waiting tongue. She laps at your folds, tasting the sweet remnants of her husband's infidelity and loving every moment of it. Once it's clear there's no more for her, Maggie pulls away, muttering a thanks, and starting to masturbate once again from her renewed arousal. You look at the pitiful slut and smile at what she's become. Maggie brings herself to another shameful orgasm as you redress, and you don't doubt she'll do it again after you leave. You smile as you walk home, reliving the sensuous experience in your mind. [[Head home.|SleepEvent]] <<run $quests.delete("Wedding")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("WeddingComplete")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Completed: Maggie's Wedding");<</script>>\ <<run $flags.delete("WeddingDay")>>\ <<run $flags.delete("SpecialEvent")>>\

You stand up and walk to Maggie meekly, curious about what she'll want you to do. You like this dominant side of her, and you can't wait to see more. Maggie looks you in the eyes and you see anger mingling with arousal. You shiver, suddenly a little worried. She undresses you for her husband, slowly and carefully, making it into a show for Brendon. You see him watching you as Maggie exposes your body to him. His cock oozes precum, aching to be buried in one of the ripe pussies in the room. Already the air is thick with the smell of arousal. "You thought you could fuck my best friend and get away with it, huh?" Maggie asks Brendon. He shakes his head but the guilt in his eyes is plain to see. "Seeing as a husband should fulfill certain duties for his wife, I'll take your seed. But, this pussy is too good for your worthless cock," Maggie says, gesturing towards her drooling cunt. "Fortunately, we have a pussy right here which will take any cock, no matter how worthless." You flush and are about to protest when Maggie slaps your ass. You stumble forward towards Brendon, falling in front of him so you get a close up view of his cock. You can't help but remember how good it felt inside you, and you feel your resistance drain away. You don't care if you're only confirming Maggie's accusations. You want him inside you. Maggie laughs as she watches you pull yourself up and line Brendon's cock up with your slick entrance. You moan sluttishly as you slide down his shaft, feeling his cock fill your aching cunt. You feel him pulse inside your hot passage, but Brendon hasn't fully given in yet. "Maggie please," he begs, "I'm sorry. I love you." Maggie ignores him, stroking her pussy as she watches you squirm on her husband's cock. You reach the bottom and then bounce, forcing a long moan from Brendon which is at odds with his apology. Your tight pussy is obviously too much for him. Soon he forgets his guilt and hammers in and out of you, grunting with every thrust. You cry out with pleasure, driven to a frenzy by Brendon's perfect cock and the memory of Maggie humiliating you. //What a couple!// As you and Brendon fuck, Maggie strokes herself and occasionally throws in a degrading comment. When you reach your climax, you scream and shiver, wringing Brendons cock with your pussy. You feel the heat in your stomach spread throughout your body as you are overcome with bliss. You know you must look like an absolute slut to Maggie, but you don't care. You want to prove her right. "Remember, dear husband, you cum is mine. You better not spill a drop in this whore." Maggie tells Brendon. Hearing her words only makes you cum harder, still bouncing on Brendon's $brendon.penislength cock. "I'm going to cum." Brendon grunts. You feel him swell inside you, and you scream with anticipation. Every part of you burns with the desire to be filled with his seed. The delightful moment never comes, however, as Maggie pulls you off of him, leaving you to collapse into a quivering heap beneath her. You look up at her and watch as she takes your place, slamming herself down on her husband's rod with a juicy slap. She doesn't move at all once he's buried inside her, only waiting for her pussy to milk him to his orgasm. Brendon is desperate to thrust in and out of Maggie's hot cunt but she puts a hand on his neck and gently pushes him on his back. You can see Maggie's juices dripping from her pussy as she sits in place. The base of Brendon's shaft pulses with his heartbeat, barely visible beneath Maggie's hips. The tightness of Maggie's pussy proves too much for Brendon. In moments he explodes inside her, pumping his thick seed deep into her womb. Maggie shivers as his hot spunk swirls inside her, but she doesn't move at all, content to let him fill her. Once every last drop is unloaded into her cunt, Maggie stands up, letting Brendon's cock slide free of her shimmering snatch. You whine when you see a drop of cum slide down Maggie's thigh. "Can't bear to see his cum wasted, huh?" Maggie says, looking down at you, "You can have whatever you can lick from my pussy," she says with a smile. You shiver. //Where did this Maggie come from?// You don't give yourself time to ponder the question, immediately burying your tongue in Maggie's snatch. Salty cum leaks into your mouth and you slurp at it eagerly. Your ministrations have the unintended effect of driving Maggie to her own climax. Her composure breaks all at once as she moans and presses your head into her pussy. You feel her juices squirt onto your tongue, giving you a mesmerizing taste of her sweet femcum. It runs down your chin and dribbles onto your breasts, but still you continue to lick her. Finally Maggie recovers, panting from the powerful orgasm. "That was intense." she says breathlessly. When she looks down at you, you see some regret in her eyes. "I'm sorry for how I treated you. Something about feeling that much power really went to my head. It felt so good being in control." Maggie says with a sigh. "It's alright. It's not what I had in mind when I suggested sharing Brendon, but it was actually super hot." you reassure her. "I could tell you enjoyed it," Maggie giggles, "We'll have to try it again some time, but for now, I'm going to bed." You look over at the bed and see Brendon has already fallen asleep, and is snoring softly.. Maggie tucks him in softly and curls up next to him. You feel like you could join them, but instead you put your clothes back on and head home, ready to curl up in your own bed after a long day. [[Head Home.|SleepEvent]] <<run $quests.delete("Wedding")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("WeddingComplete")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Completed: Maggie's Wedding");<</script>>\ <<run $flags.delete("WeddingDay")>>\ <<run $flags.delete("SpecialEvent")>>\

You tell Maggie you don't have any way to help her. She seems frustrated and sends you out. You head back into the main hall and look for a seat. [[Continue|Ceremony]]

"Have you had a dress made for the wedding yet?" you ask Maggie. Her face lights up, despite the recent doubts she's been feeling about the marriage. "Lily is making me a special one out of chiffon and white lace! It's going to be so beautiful." Maggie says with enthusiasm. "She said to come by anytime for the last steps and fitting. Want to come with me?" You nod and the two of you gather your things and head to Lily's house. Lily's house is one of the finer ones in town, mostly due to her late husband's influence and resources. Maggie knocks on the door excitedly and Lily answers it a moment later. She is in her late thirties and despite her reputation as a spinster, she is still very beautiful. You can see why many of the men in town have pursued her affections. The dress she wears is made of red silk and accentuates her <<print $busts[$lily.bust]>> breasts. She gives you a beautiful smile when she invites you and Maggie in, and then walks to a set of hangers. Lily is barefoot and moves with the relaxed grace of someone in their own home. You suppose this is her own home. <<if hasVisited("WatchLilyMasturbate")>>You look around, half expecting to see a cucumber lying around somewhere. The memory of Lily satisfying herself plays in your mind everytime you look at the attractive woman. <</if>> The room is full of folded fabrics, sewing tools, and various measures. The room is cluttered but everything seems to have its own place, giving it a cozy feeling. You find it easy to imagine Lily working away in the workshop. "I have your dress right here," Lily says, taking a beautiful white wedding dress from a hanger. It is pure white, and seems to glow in the sunlight. Each individual piece of the dress is diaphanous and light enough to almost float through the air, but the overlapping lace makes the dress opaque where it needs to be. "It's beautiful…" Maggie says slowly. "Try it on." Lily says. Maggie looks around for somewhere to change but then realizes Lily means right here. Slowly Maggie strips down to her underwear. "Your bra too," Lily says when Maggie folds her clothes up and sets them on the floor. The request makes Maggie blush, but Lily holds up a porcelain colored strapless bra to change into. Maggie pulls off her bra shyly, revealing her perfect breasts to you and the seamstress. You notice Lily looking at Maggie's curvy body with more than innocent interest. Maggie is eager to get clothes back on, blushing as she quickly puts the new bra on and then lets Lily help her into the flowing wedding gown. "It fits very well. I won't need to change much." Lily says at last, turning Maggie around for you to see. Your jaw drops. Maggie always looks beautiful, but dressed in the flowing, snow-white wedding dress, she looks like an angel, elegant and pure. Still, there are parts of the dress which exaggerate her sex appeal. The dress is strapless but the bra supports her breasts enough to keep them pressed together into tempting cleavage. Her bare shoulders are smooth and seem almost seductive without sleeves or straps to cover them. Below, the dress is mostly transparent, hinting at the soft skin beneath but becoming solid just in time to obscure anything truly revealing. You are surprised that the dress can appear modest and suggestive at the same time. "Wow, that looks amazing on you." you tell Maggie, making her blush. "Thanks, $name." Maggie turns to Lily. "And thank you so much. It's perfect." Lily nods, suddenly looking somewhat motherly. "It's no problem. I love making pretty things for beautiful people." Lily says with a smile. Maggie blushes again as Lily stares at her lustily. You realize this could be the perfect opportunity to have some fun. You're sure Lily would be up for a taste of Maggie's sluttier side. [[Kiss Maggie.|MaggieLilySex]] [[Do nothing|GetDressEnd]]

"Okay, I'll be right back." you tell Maggie, dashing out the door. You hurry to the front of the church and search the courtyard for anyone who might be able to help. You see two burly men standing in the town square and recognize them as Ben and Harris Delway. //Perfect.// You push through the crowd of people gathered in wait for the wedding, searching for the two massive woodcutters. It isn't hard to find them, Ben's laughter booms over the crowd siganlling exactly where he is. When Harris first sees you he looks you up and down with a hungry smile. "That dress looks nice on you. You should start wearing it around the tavern," he jeers. You feel your face flush at his dirty remark, but you have no time for embarrassment. "I need you for a second," you tell the sturdy young man, pulling him into the crowd. Harris laughs. "Eager, are you? Where's this energy when you're serving?" You ignore him, dragging him into the church. You hurry him into the powder room before anyone notices. People seeing you escort him to Maggie would raise all sorts of questions you don't want to answer. When the two of you walk into the room, Maggie looks up at you from her position in front of the mirror. While you were gone, Maggie began to apply her makeup and already her face looks untarnished and feminine due to her expert skill with the brush. Her eyes widen when she turns and sees who you brought into her preparation room. She doesn't look happy. "I said I wanted you to help me destress, not give me more stress! What's this oaf here for?" Maggie shouts in a shrill voice. "I just thought..." you stutter, but Harris has your back. "You want to relieve some stress, huh? I can definitely help with that." Harris says with a grin. He stares at Maggie with open lust as he begins to unbutton his trousers. "What are you doing? Stop, I'm about to get married, you-" Maggie starts to protest until Harris' throbbing $harris.penislength cock flops free, throbbing powerfully. Maggie shivers at the sight of it. "Well, maybe it would help a little…" Maggie admits, mesmerized by Harris' girth. She steps closer, and you know her resistance has dissolved. Harris chuckles at how quickly she gave in and begins to stroke his lengthy shaft, coaxing a little bit of precum from the tip. Maggie bites her lip, staring at the bull of a man before her. She doesn't even think before dropping to her knees and licking the salty liquid from the tip. Harris' massive size makes Maggie's lips look tiny as she stretches her jaw around his tip, but still she pushes herself further, trying to take him as deep as possible. To your surprise, she does pretty well. You see her throat bulge and hear a muffled gag, but pretty soon Maggie is drooling well past the halfway point of Harris' cock. Tears well up in her eyes as she tongues the underside of his pulsing member, creating watery black trails down her cheeks. She squeezes her eyes shut and pushes further, until her nose touches the skin of Harris' belly. Harris lets out a long groan as Maggie pulls back again, leaving a copious amount of slobber on his shaft. "Fuck! Not many girls can take that much of it. You sure this slut wants to get married?" Brendon asks. You smile and nod. In fact there isn't much time left before the ceremony and Maggie's makeup is already ruined. If she keeps messing around with Harris she won't have time to clean up and re apply her makeup. Fortunately you think of a solution. "That's enough with her mouth. Let me start fixing her makeup." Harris nods and lifts the slutty bride easily, turning her around and pulling up the diaphanous skirt of her dress. Maggie moans as he handles her, letting herself get on all fours. You kneel in front of her with a makeup kit. The working conditions aren't perfect, but they'll do. You wipe the messed up makeup, tears, and drool from Maggies face just as Harris prods the head of his cock against her dripping cunt. "I can't believe she's getting married with this mess between her legs!" Harris laughs. To prove his point he collects some of her nectar on his fingers, holding them up for you to see. A shimmering strand of Maggie's thick arousal hangs from his thick fingers, making you flush. "Just get on with it." you tell him, starting to apply powder on Maggie's cheeks. "Gods please!" Maggie whines. Harris shrugs, wiping his fingers on her wedding dress and then slams his cock home in Maggie's pussy with one thrust. Maggie moans lewdly, making it difficult for you to apply the makeup evenly. The bride-to-be doesn't seem to care about that, and soon gives herself over to the pleasure. You do your best to apply makeup to her face as she is bounced mercilessly on Harris' cock. You have to stop completely when Maggie cums, squirting and clenching around Harris' cock. You catch her by the shoulders, holding her head before she collapses, shaking with ecstasy. Harris grunts a second later unloading into Maggie's cunt. Maggie whimpers as she is filled with hot cum and you feel her drool on you a little as she loses herself in the bliss. If she didn't smell like sex before, she certainly does now. Harris pulls his cock free and wipes it with the hem of Maggie's wedding dress. "What a sight!" Harris says, pulling the mirror and angling it to give you a good look at Maggie's quivering pussy. A little bit of his slimy cum leaks out of her opening, sliding down her thigh. The sight fills you with heat and you imagine how nice it would feel to have Harris do the same to you. "Shame we don't have any kind of plug." Harris says in a deep baritone. "All that seed's going to go to waste." "Wait," you say, voice coming out as a squeak. You fish into your bag and find a glass bottle. It's empty, a reserve in case you find anything worth bottling, and it has a large round base which narrows and then flares out again at the rim. "Perfect. Who knew you just carried stuff like this around with you," Harris jokes, taking the bottle from you and pressing it inside Maggie's abused pussy. A little more cum oozes out around the edge of the glass but the majority remains trapped by the tight seal formed by Maggie's pussy and the glass. "Ooh fuckkk." Maggie moans as she stands up, feeling the fresh cum slosh inside her. She doesn't say anything about the impromptu plug, only letting out another soft moan as she takes a step forward. Maggie's makeup doesn't end up looking nearly as perfect as before, but she seems thoroughly satisfied. When Harris leaves Maggie turns to you. "Thanks, $name. That was just what I needed." she says honestly. "Want to take the bottle out?" you ask her. Maggie thinks for a second, taking a tentative step forward and feeling the smooth glass rub against her insides. "Uh... no. I don't think I could bear to take it out now." she says breathily. You raise your eyebrows but shrug. It's her wedding. Moments later, Maggie's mom barges in. If she smells the scent of her daughter's freshly fucked pussy she hides it well. You've gotten used to it by now, but you would be surprised if the room didn't still reek of sex. "$name, go find a seat! Maggie, it's almost time!" Catherine says in a frustrated tone. She pulls Maggie by the arm, forcing her to stumble. You hear Maggie squeak quietly as the plug rubs inside her. "Good luck," you tell your friend before hurrying back into the church. [[Find your seat.|CeremonyCum]]

You decide to act, moving up behind Maggie and wrapping your arms around her waist. Maggie lets out a surprised squeak, but your lips on her neck keep her frozen in place, shivering with delight. Lily watches you with interest but doesn't step in at first, enjoying the sight of Maggie panting with bliss from your seductive kisses. Without thinking, Maggie tries to move her hand to her pussy, meeting the resistance of her new dress. She whines with frustration, already getting turned on by your sensual motions. "I'll help you with that," Lily tells Maggie, "Don't mess up the dress." Lily kneels in front of Maggie and ducks under her dress. The dress covers her completely so that you can only see a faint outline of the seamstress and her bare feet poking out from the hem. After a couple seconds Maggie stiffens in your arms and moans. You know that Lily's tongue has found Maggie's pussy. Judging by Maggie's moaning and writhing in your arms, Lily is pretty good at what she's doing. You hold Maggie in place so the seamstress can work, showering her tender skin with kisses. Your hands aren't idle, moving to Maggie's chest. It isn't difficult to pull the dress and bra down due to their strapless nature, and in moments you have Maggie's heaving breasts free. Her perfect nipples poke out from her cushiony flesh and you pinch them softly until Maggie's moans sound even more desperate. A nearby mirror reflects the lewd scene back at you. The dress which looked so pure on Maggie now exaggerates her sluttiness. The pure whiteness which ends just below her exposed tits gives her the appearance of a corrupted angel, a bride giving in to lust and temptation. The bottom of the dress rustles as Lily moves her head against Maggie's crotch, coaxing sluttish moans from the blushing bride-to-be. All three of you get caught up in the moment, filling the room with the sound of your feminine moans. When Maggie finally cums she stiffens and you struggle to keep her still. You hear Lily make a surprised noise as Maggie's pussy squirts femcum all over her pretty features. Maggie cries out in ecstasy as she cums in her wedding dress. Knowing Maggie's orgasms, some of her juices are already soaking into the pure white fabric below. When Lily emerges from below, her face is slick with Maggie's femcum. She looks flushed and horny, and you feel yourself filled with the desire to kiss her pussy flavored lips. "You're a messy little girl, aren't you?" Lily asks Maggie. In the last throes of her orgasm all Maggie can manage is an 'mm-hmm'. "Well now it's your turn," Lily tells Maggie with a devious smile. Maggie hardly has time to react as Lily pushes her to her knees, carefully adjusting the dress so it doesn't get too messed up. Lily pulls off her dress, revealing her bare pussy and breasts beneath. You feel a shock of arousal as you realize the seamstress wasn't wearing underwear the whole time. You watch as Lily stands over Maggie, guiding the lusty bride-to-be's mouth to her dripping cunt. You see Lily run her fingers through Maggie's $maggie.haircolor hair, as she moans long and slow. Maggie can't resist lapping at the seamstress' juicy lips submissively. Lily locks eyes with you and gestures you over. It's all you needed, and you quickly drop your skirt and pull off your panties, feeling the air on your moist pussy. You hurry to join Lily, kissing the beautiful woman with pent up passion. Below, Maggie is being overwhelmed by the two ripe cunts in front of her. She buries her tongue in each of you in turn, trying to satisfy you both. The combined smell of you and Lily's feminine nectar running over Maggie's face works the poor girl into a frenzy of lust. She whines with need as she eagerly tastes the dripping pussies before her. Maggie's efforts are fruitful, driving you and Lily closer and closer to a satisfying climax. You feel Lily's kisses become less coordinated as she approaches her orgasm. Occasionally the seamstress moans into your kisses, making you shiver. You know neither of you will be able to hold out for long. Lily cums first, gripping you tight with passion and grinding her throbbing slit against Maggie's lips. Lily's nipples tighten as she comes and you feel them rubbing against you with every movement over her body. Maggie lets out a series of whines muffled by Lily's drooling cunt. Next it is your turn to cum. Every inch of your body throbs with need as your pleasure reaches a peak. It doesn't take much effort from the lust addled slut between your legs to push you over the edge, and soon you are the one crying out in ecstasy. The mirror nearby reflects the entire scene, giving you a glimpse of yourself as you shake with pleasure. The sight of Maggie, covered in juices from above, still lapping at your honeypot with intoxicated desire only makes your orgasm more powerful. Somehow seeing her bridal dress so thoroughly disregarded intensifies the depravity of the sight. When you finally step away, Maggie presses a hand between her thighs, bringing herself to a final shameful orgasm through her wedding dress. You see the pure fabric darken as her pussy squirts onto it. In addition to the mess her own juices have made on the bottom part of the dress, the bra and bodice are damp from a mixture of drool and you and Lily's juices. Maggie looks at her slutty reflection in the mirror with a guilty frown. Her hair is messy, her skin is sticky, but worst of all, her dress is no longer the immaculate garment it was just a little while ago. She lets out a sob. "Is it ruined?" Maggie asks shakily. Lily laughs. "No, no. It will be fine. If you rinse it off with water very carefully, it should be back to normal. Otherwise there might be minor stains and a slightly //different// smell, but nothing noticeable if you aren't looking for it." Lily says. Maggie blushes, clearly imagining getting married in a dress that smells like pussy. You think it might be sort of hot to see happen, but it would probably take a lot of convincing. Maggie gets changed into her normal clothes but Lily doesn't bother covering her nakedness as she wraps Maggie's dress. She even steps out of the front door completely exposed as you and Maggie head out. Fortunately no one is around to see anything, but you expect Lily wouldn't mind if they did anyway. When you and Maggie arrive back at her house you tell her goodbye. "Thanks for coming with me, that was fun." Maggie tells you, giving you a final hug before you head home. The whole way home your mind is filled with devious plans for Maggie and her wedding. Maggie might be hesitant, but you can't wait. <<run $flags.pushUnique("Dress")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("DressFemcum")>>\ [[Continue]]

"I don't know, I think you're pretty exciting. He's probably just been nervous about the wedding." You tell her with a smile. "If it helps at all, I think you two will make a great couple." Maggie thinks for a second and then breaks out into a smile. "You're probably right, $name. I wasn't really thinking about how Brendon might feel about the wedding. Thanks for the advice." The two of you continue to talk, enjoying the last night before Maggie is married. It's nice to be there for her even if you have some doubts about your advice. Eventually Maggie realizes how late it is, thanks you one last time, and heads back home. You go to sleep, excited for the big day. [[Go to sleep.|WeddingMorning]] <<run $flags.pushUnique("MaggieCuck")>>

You smile as you strut towards Maggie. "Didn't want to start without me, huh?" you ask. Maggie looks like she is going to stop you, but then you encircle her in an embrace, kissing her passionately. All of the dominance leaves her in an instant, and she kisses you back. Maggie slowly unlaces the back of your dress and lets it fall to the floor, shivering as she feels your skin against hers. You smile seeing her shakily unhook your bra and pull down your panties. Once you're naked you kiss her again, grinding your body against hers urgently. Brendon watches you make out with his wife with great interest, stroking his cock gently at the sight. You look at him out of the corner of your eye and wink, teasing him. Brendon probably never thought he'd get to see two girls kissing, much less you and Maggie, although from the look in his eyes, you wonder if he's fantasized about this very thing. "You ready?" you ask Maggie softly. She bites her lip and nods, flushing with anticipation. You slowly guide her towards her husband, coaching her movements with a firm hand. As you approach Brendon, Maggie's breath gets heavier. Her body trembles as she prepares to consummate her marriage. You move to her side once she's close, grabbing Brendon's cock in one hand and lowering Maggie's hips with the other. Brendon groans as you press his tip to Maggie's slick folds, moving it around so that it is coated with Maggie's feminine juices. The two of them have been waiting for this moment for so long, but they didn't expect you would be here guiding them. "Now lower your hips, Maggie." you say patiently. Maggie complies, sliding downwards and letting out a surprised squeak as the head of Brendon's cock pushes against her tight entrance. She keeps moving until Brendon's cock slips inside. You stroke the base of his shaft as Maggie sinks lower, taking Brendon's entire length. The couple moan in unison as Brendon feel's Maggie's insides for the first time. Maggie slowly begins to bounce her hips up and down on Brendon's cock, making the bed squeak with every move. You don't take your eyes from erotic scene before you as you climb onto the bed. It's time for you to take a little pleasure as well. You crawl towards Brendon and then put his head in your lap, kneeling by the pillow. He looks up at you with eyes clouded by pleasure. Maggie's hot pussy must feel amazing, sliding up and down his shaft and leaking juices everywhere. You smile down at him and then move to kneel over his head, lowering your pussy to his mouth. You're pleasantly surprised to find that Brendon begins licking you immediately, making you moan as your pussy is stimulated at last. Maggie watches her husband eat you out with obvious lust in her eyes. Smiling at her, you raise your hand and make a 'come here' motion with one finger. Maggie hardly needs invitation at all, leaning over to kiss you on the lips. The two of you moan into each other's mouths as Brendon struggles to pleasure both of you. Your kiss is messy, often disrupted by Maggie's bouncing. As a result, saliva drips down both of your chins onto Brendon's chest. The room is filled with feminine moans and wet slaps as the fucking continues. The three of you writhe against each other, an obscene triangle of bodies locked together in lust. As Maggie's bouncing becomes more passionate, you massage her jiggling breasts, teasing her nipples. "F-fuck! I think he's going to come." Maggie moans. Sure enough, Brendon's licking at your pussy becomes less focussed and then stops entirely as he begins to grunt with every bounce of Maggie's hips. Reluctantly you peel your sticky pussy away from his lips and rush to stand behind Maggie. "Make sure you relax. Let him cum deep inside you." You caress Brendon's balls with one hand, letting the other press against Maggie's clit, immediately making her cry out with pleasure. Both of them seem desperate to go deeper, Brendon bucking upwards and Maggie grinding her hips down as hard as she can. Brendon groans and you feel his balls pulse in your palm. Knowing that he is pumping his seed deep into Maggie's fertile pussy turns you on, but not as much as hearing Maggie scream with animalistic delight as her womb is filled with cum. "Ooooh, yes! Yes! YES!" Maggie cries as she cums. Her pussy clenches around Brendon's rod and then tenses, spraying femcum directly onto Brendon's stomach. Maggie's cries quickly become incomprehensible as she shudders in ecstasy, collapsing onto her husband. Their lips come together in a deep and passionate kiss, locking and sucking at each other as Brendon's cock pulses repeatedly.You see a little cum leak from Maggie's cunt and wipe it with a finger, licking the salty taste from your slender digit. You shiver and begin to masturbate to the sight of Brendon's cock buried deep inside Maggie. You can't help but wonder if this will be enough to make her pregnant. Knowing what Maggie has become, they'll be going at it like rabbits until her belly is round. You feel your pussy jolt and then bite your lip as you reach your own orgasm. It rocks through you quickly, but you stifle your own pleasured moan. The two lovers are asleep on top of each other when you get dressed. Brendon's cock has softened slightly, but it's still partially inside Maggie's pussy. You see glistening cum leaking from Maggie's well fucked hole, sliding down Brendons cock and falling to the bedsheets. You take a deep breath, enjoying the thick smell of sex in the air before heading out the door. The main hall has mostly cleared out, save for a few drunk revelers. Derrick looks at you curiously as you head out the door but doesn't ask any questions. You wonder if they could hear Maggie's screams from down here. [[Head Home.|SleepEvent]] <<run $quests.delete("Wedding")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("WeddingComplete")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Completed: Maggie's Wedding");<</script>>\ <<run $flags.delete("WeddingDay")>>\ <<run $flags.delete("SpecialEvent")>>\

<<if $ingredients.includesAll("hornetvenom", "marestvine")>> <<goto "MaggieNippleGrowthMassage">> <<elseif $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>> <<goto "MaggieMassageBreastGrowth">> <<else>> <<goto "MaggieWeddingMassageRegular">> <</if>>

"I brought some oil, if you want a quick massage," you say, pulling out a vial of lepidenum oil out of your bag. Maggie smiles warmly. "That sounds amazing!" she says, already clearing the table. Once she has a big enough clearing, Maggie strips out of her dress, looking at you flirtatiously as she reveals her bare breasts. You help her up onto the table, laying her back so you can easily pour the oil onto her skin. You pour the shimmering oil on Maggie's chest, letting it soak into the soft curves of her breasts and stomach. Once her skin is shiny from the oil coating, you put your hands to work. Maggie sighs as you gradually work the tension from her shoulders and then move lower, gratuitously cupping her tits in your hands. Maggie giggles and peeks at you through heavy lidded eyes. "It seems like you're spending a lot of time on my boobs." Maggie says playfully. You laugh and move lower, teasing her sensitive stomach with the tips of your fingers. You trace one finger across the waistline of your panties, causing Maggie to squirm. "Stop, stop!" She laughs, overcome by the ticklish sensation. "I thought you wanted me to move on from your breasts," you tell her flirtatiously. "I didn't say that. I was just pointing something out. "Oh, so you want me to do this?" you say, looking her in the eyes as you slide your hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly until they tighten under your fingers. "Mmmmh, yes." Maggie moans, her eyes rolling back. The playfulness slowly dissolves into tension as you give her a more sensuous massage. A massage that can only have one ending. When you move one hand under the waistline of her panties, you find her pussy already slick without any help from the oil. At your touch, Maggie writhes and moans softly, only encouraging you to continue. You keep one hand on her oiled breasts as you work her pussy with efficiency. You don't have time to mess around. Your ministrations quickly push Maggie past the point of no return. She bucks her hips against your hand and you feel wet femcum spray through your fingers, soaking the fabric of her panties and leaving a puddle on the table. "That was perfect." Maggie says through heavy breaths. She does seem a little less tense when she puts her dress back on and begins to apply her makeup. It isn't long before Maggie's mother bursts into the room. If she smells the scent of her daughter's pussy she hides it well. You've gotten used to it by now, but you would be surprised if the room didn't still reek of sex. "$name, go find a seat! Maggie, it's almost time!" Catherine says in a frustrated tone. She pulls Maggie by the arm, forcing her to stumble. "Good luck," you tell your friend before hurrying back into the main hall of the church. [[Find a seat.|Ceremony]]

"I hate to say it, but I think your worries are justified. I'm not sure Brendon has truly given up his old ways. I've heard some rumors…" you say, trailing off as you see Maggie looking more crestfallen. There isn't anger in her eyes, only disappointment. "I knew it," she sobs, starting to tear up, "but what am I supposed to do? It's too late to call the wedding off." You feel bad for her, and even a little guilty about your hand in tempting Brendon. It feels manipulative, but convincing Maggie to call off the wedding is probably in her best interest as well. "It's not too late. Think about how important of a decision this is. People might be upset for a little while, but in the end you will be better off." you say softly. Maggie wiped the tears from her cheek and looks up at you with red eyes. She still looks beautiful even when her face is puffy from crying. "You're right, $name." Maggie says hopefully. You hug her, running a hand through her silky hair to calm her further. You feel press her face to your shoulder as she tightens her arms around you. Maggie's faint vanilla scented perfume and the swell of her breasts remind you of the other, more selfish reason that you want the wedding called off. After a long time pressed together, Maggie pulls away and sighs. "I guess I'll go home and tell everyone in the morning. Don't worry about coming to the church for the wedding tomorrow." She still seems sad, but Maggie is also resigned to her decision. She heads out the door, holding her head high as she walks into the darkness with only a candle lantern for light. [[Go to sleep.|WeddingMorning]] <<run $flags.pushUnique("NoWedding")>>

"Hey $name, can we talk?" Maggie asks you, looking troubled. "Sure, Maggie," you answer with a smile. "It's about my wedding with Brendon. It's coming up in two weeks, and I'm still feeling some doubts." It is true that she hasn't been as excited for the marriage lately, but you thought she just got tired of talking about it. You let her continue. "I feel like I've been experiencing so many new things, and I'm not sure I want to rush into anything. I still love Brendon, but I don't know if I want to be tethered to one person. Plus, I'm not sure he loves me in the same way. How can I be sure he has been faithful?" Considering recent events, Maggie's last concern seems a little hypocritical. "I think those are all normal concerns." you tell her. "Just remember it's never too late to say no. Just relax and think about what you really want for the next few weeks, then you can decide." "Thanks, $name." Maggie says with a pretty smile. "You always know how to help." [[Keep talking to Maggie.|MaggieConversationStart]] <<run $quests.pushUnique("Wedding")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Added: Maggie's Wedding", "info");<</script>>\

You are about to go to sleep when you hear a knock at your door. You get out of bed and pull on a shift before checking to see who is here so late. You open your door to see Maggie standing in the darkness. "Maggie, come in. What's going on?" You ask her, almost pulling her inside. Maggie looks very stressed out. "Tomorrow's the wedding," she reminds you, "and I'm still not sure." <<if $maggie.corruption >= 6>>\ <<if $brendon.corruption >= 2>>\ [[Convince Maggie the wedding will be worthwhile.|MBCorruptConvince]] <<elseif $flags.includes("BrendonRegret")>>\ [[Admit you slept with Brendon.|MBShareConvince]] <<else>>\ [[Convince Maggie the wedding will be worthwhile.|MBDominanceConvince]] [[Convince Maggie to call off the wedding.|MBFreeConvince]] <</if>>\ <<else>>\ <<if $brendon.corruption >= 2>>\ [[Ask her what's bothering her.|MBCuckWifeConvince]] <<elseif $flags.includes("BrendonRegret")>>\ [[Ask her what's wrong.|MBAdmitCheating]] <<else>>\ [[Reassure Maggie.|MBWeddingConvince]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\

You remember Maggie's request that you arrive early, so you start to get ready just after midday. You wear your only nice dress, one you had tailored for special occasions shortly before Gerta's death. The dress is sleek and attractive, accentuating your chest and stomach with a bell shaped skirt which makes your proportions look perfect. <<if $player.bust > 3>>The bodice is a bit tight on your recently expanded breasts, and after a couple tries you realize with frustration that you'll have to modify it a little. Fortunately you have Gerta's old sewing kit and some extra white fabric. It doesn't take long for you to come up with a fix that isn't perfect, but doesn't look awful. <</if>>You look yourself over and approve of the elegant appearance the dress gives you. Before you go you pull out a rarely used makeup kit, applying mascara to your lashes to exaggerate the feminine shape of your eyes. You apply a tiny bit of rouge to your cheeks, making you look like you're always blushing slightly. Last of all, you color your lips a darker shade with a bit of lipstick that gives them a pretty sheen. When you're done, your new visage shocks you. You smile, appreciating your pretty face and wondering why you don't wear a little makeup more often. The walk to town seems to take forever, but maybe that's just because of the shoes you're wearing. The stylish slippers do slow you down a little and you have to be extra careful not to get your dress caught or torn. You suddenly appreciate your decision to go with a less unwieldy dress more than ever. When you arrive at the new church you see that many of the townsfolk have arrived already. A surprising number of them are familiar to you from the nights at the tavern, and you find it strange that they would show up to the wedding of the barmaid they groped so many times. Most of the people wait outside the church, talking and laughing before the ceremony. Inside, Reya greets you and points you to a small powder room at the back of the church. When you push open the door you hear the tense voice of Maggie's mother, Catherine. The two are standing in front of a full length mirror, adjusting Maggie's dress. The room is almost bare except for the mirror and a sturdy looking table which is currently strewn with makeup. <<if $flags.includesAll("DressFemcum", "DressCum")>>\ "Your dress is a stained mess. I'm ashamed that you would present yourself like this in the church!" Catherine scolds. You look at Maggie's dress and see she hasn't washed it at all. The stains from Maggie's own juices are faint, almost impossible to see unless you know they're there, but from your current distance the cum stains are definitely noticeable. The people in the pews likely wouldn't be able to tell what caused the stains, but they are visible. You also catch the faint odor of sex and know that the smell must be much stronger for Maggie, who is actually wearing the dress. Her slight blush makes you wonder if she is getting horny from the humiliation of wearing the tarnished dress. "Mom, it's fine. No one will even be able to tell." Maggie answers. You hear a hint of arousal in her voice which only confirms your suspicions. Still, the dress is far from ugly. Despite the slight discolorations, Maggie's dress looks incredibly elegant. When Maggie notices you enter, she smiles and gestures for you to approach, sending her mother away. Catherine glares at you and then storms out of the small room. <<elseif $flags.includes("DressFemcum")>>\ "Your dress smells like…" the prudish woman trails off, unable to say. ...it smells indecent! What did you do while wearing it?" Maggie blushes, ignoring her mother's question. When she sees you, Maggie runs over and pulls you into a hug. Sure enough her dress smells of feminine arousal, although you aren't entirely sure it's all from the past, judging by the blush on Maggie's cheeks. Maggie's mother glares at you and then hurries out, leaving you alone with her daughter. <<elseif $flags.includes("DressCum")>>\ "Your dress is stained with something. I don't even want to know what caused that. All I know is it looks bad," Catherine scolds her daughter. Maggie looks upset, but her mother is right. The discolored cum stains on the bodice of the dress are a little suggestive. You aren't sure how obvious it will be when she is walking down the aisle, however. When Maggie sees you her face brightens and she sends her mother out. Catherine glares at you before she leaves. <<else>>\ "Make sure it covers everything," Maggie's mother says. Maggie's dress is as pure as ever, beautiful and as white as snow. Catherine pulls on the bodice slightly, smiling at her pretty daughter. Maggie groans, obviously tired of her mother's meticulous adjustments. When she sees you enter she waves her mother away. Catherine hits you with a glare before she leaves the room, you wonder if she blames you for her daughter's recent impropriety. <</if>>\ "Thank the gods you're here, $name." Maggie says cheerfully. "My mother has been 'helping' all morning, and it's done nothing but make me more stressed out. I need something to relieve some stress quickly before the ceremony starts." You see from the distracted look in Maggie's eyes that she might enjoy a little more than just a massage. <<if $maggie.corruption >= 6>>\ [[Look for someone to help her out.|MaggieHarrisWeddingFuck]] <<if $base == "oil">>\ [[Good thing you brought some lepidenum oil...|MaggieWeddingMassage]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ [[Tell her you can't help.|MaggieFrustrated]]

<<if $flags.includes("MaggieSex")>>\ When you wake up the next morning, Maggie is already up. You see her stoking the fire, bent over so that she gives you a nice view of her cute butt. She looks over her shoulder at you with a smile when she hears you sit up. "Good morning, $name," Maggie says. She has already managed to fix her morning hair. It looks perfect compared to the tangled mess on your head. "Morning," you answer, still thrown by how beautiful she looks. You could get used to waking up to her. <<if $flags.includes("MaggieFree")>>\ Maggie comes over to you and kisses you almost as passionately as you kissed last night. You pull her onto you and run your hands over her body, delighting in her soft curves. Maggie giggles as you tease her but pulls away and stands up. "I don't have time for that right now," she laughs. You look at her with exaggerated longing. "I have to go and cancel the wedding, but we can spend time together soon." "Promise?" you ask her, staring lovingly at her feminine features. She is so pretty it hurts when you can't kiss her. "Promise." Maggie says, giving you a final peck on the lips before heading out the door. You don't even want to think about what she'll have to go through with her parents when she tells them her decision. <<run $quests.delete("Wedding")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("WeddingComplete")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Completed: Maggie's Wedding");<</script>>\ <<else>>\ "I'm going to head home, I have to get ready for the wedding," she tells you. Despite your reassurance last night, Maggie still seems a little nervous. "Come and see me before the ceremony. I want you with me up until I walk down the aisle." You tell Maggie you'll be there and watch her as she heads out the door. You know you should get ready for the ceremony, but you still have a little time before you have to go. <</if>>\ <<elseif $flags.includes("MaggieShare")>>\ When you wake up the next morning, Maggie is already up. You see her stoking the fire, bent over so that she gives you a nice view of her cute butt. She looks over her shoulder at you with a smile when she hears you sit up. "Good morning, $name," Maggie says. She has already managed to fix her morning hair. It looks perfect compared to the tangled mess on your head. "Morning," you answer, still thrown by how beautiful she looks. You could get used to waking up to her. "I'm going to head home, I have to get ready for the wedding," she tells you. Despite your reassurance last night, Maggie still seems a little nervous. "Come and see me before the ceremony. I want you with me up until I walk down the aisle." You tell Maggie you'll be there and watch her as she heads out the door. You know you should get ready for the ceremony, but you still have a little time before you have to go. <<elseif $flags.includes("NoWedding")>>\ You wake up on your bed and your first thought is that today is Maggie's big day, before you remember your conversation last night. It's still a bit odd that Maggie isn't getting married. You wonder what you'll have to deal with because of Maggie's decision. You're sure Maggie's mother won't be happy. Derrick will likely take the news a little better, although you hope he doesn't put an end to Maggie's work at the tavern. The sunlight filtering through your window casts a glare right in your eyes, blinding you with bright light. You groan and sit up, $catname meows loudly from the corner, begging for some food. "All right, all right. I'm up." you say, pulling yourself groggily from your bed and preparing to start your day. <<run $quests.delete("Wedding")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("WeddingComplete")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Completed: Maggie's Wedding");<</script>>\ <<else>>\ When you awake the next day you feel like sleeping in until you remember what day it is. Maggie's wedding is today. You jolt up, feeling excited to see your friend finally married to the love of her life. You hurry to get dressed and then realize you have a lot of time before the ceremony. You make a cup of tea, trying to ignore the giddy feeling in your stomach. <</if>>\ [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<if !$flags.includes("NoWedding")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("WeddingDay")>> <<run $flags.pushUnique("SpecialEvent")>> <</if>>

<<if $alcohol >= 1>> "I have some of Derricks's alcohol here to sell." You tell Marius. He immediately shifts into business mode, ready to inspect the merchandise and make a deal. "Three coins each." you remind him. "How much do you have?" Marius asks. <<link "Sell 1 Bottle">>\ <<set $alcohol -= 1>> <<set $coin += 3>> <<script>>$.notify("+3 coins!");<</script>>\ <<goto "MariusAlcoholSell">> <</link>> <<if $alcohol >= 5>>\ <<link "Sell 5 Bottles">>\ <<set $alcohol -= 5>> <<set $coin += 15>> <<script>>$.notify("+15 coins!");<</script>>\ <<goto "MariusAlcoholSell">> <</link>> <</if>>\ <<if $alcohol >= 10>>\ <<link "Sell 10 Bottles">>\ <<set $alcohol -= 10>> <<set $coin += 30>> <<script>>$.notify("+30 coins!");<</script>>\ <<goto "MariusAlcoholSell">> <</link>> <</if>>\ <<else>> You don't have any alcohol to sell. <</if>> <<mariustopics>>

<<first>> "Hey $name, come here!" Derrick calls out to you, coming around the bar. You follow him as he walks towards the back room. Derrick stops in front of the door and turns to you. "My contact is in here. He agreed to talk to you as long as I could promise you wouldn't tell anyone about this meeting. That includes Reya, especially if he does end up agreeing to get you some lepidenum oil. Got it?" Although his voice is friendly, Derrick's face looks more serious than you've ever seen him before. "I promise I won't tell," you assure him. "I trust you," Derrick says with a smile before pushing open the door. Before seeing Derrick's contact, you expected a shady, scarred man; someone ratlike or sleazy looking or both. The suave looking young man waiting in the back room fits none of your expectations. Rather than looking sketchy, the rogue's visage suggests an educated upbringing. The man's tanned skin and handsome features would stand out in town. He has a certain cosmopolitan attractiveness which only the denizens of Hadras exhibit. You find yourself getting a little nervous as he hits you with a striking stare of appraisal. Before Derrick can introduce you the man is on his feet, striding towards you in leather boots which look a bit more expensive than those belonging to the average guard. "Hello, $name. Derrick told me that you wanted to meet me, but not that you were beautiful. My name is Marius." Marius speaks with a Hadrasi accent as he takes your hand and kisses it softly. A hint of color graces your cheeks as you watch him brush his thick, dark brown curls behind his ear. "Alright, that's enough. You're here for business, not for flattery." Derrick cuts in, sounding particularly gruff. "Of course, although the two aren't necessarily exclusive." Marius says, flashing you a roguish smile that makes your stomach flutter. "What exactly are you looking for, $name?" "Lepidenum oil." You say after taking a second to find your voice. Marius frowns when he hears your request. "Are you sure that's what you're looking for? It's a lot of trouble for something that isn't even that special. For far less I could get you all kinds of fun things. Medicine that will make you feel heavenly for hours, or-" "None of that. I don't want any of those damn drugs in this town." Derrick says tersely. "I don't really want those. I'm only looking for lepidenum oil." you add. "Okay, lepidenum oil it is. I'll unfortunately have to charge 40 gold coins for the trouble." Marius concedes. The speed with which he came to the number suggests he's done this deal before despite his reluctance. "Now, you like to walk with me through town?" Marius asks you. You can't resist taking him up on his offer. "Yes, I'd like that," you answer, feeling giddy. "Don't try anything, Marius. $name knows how to take care of herself." Derrick says, sounding like an overprotective father. "I assure you my intentions are pure." Marius says, maintaining eye contact with you. [[Go for a walk with Marius|MariusWalk]] <<finally>> Seeing the gathered people from the trade caravan gets your hopes up that Marius might be in town. You head to Derrick and ask him if the roguish smuggler is here. "Yeah, he's in town. I gave him the first room upstairs." Derrick tells you. You thank him excitedly and head upstairs. <<if $derrick.relationship > 15>>Behind you the burly bartender mutters under his breath.<</if>> You climb the stairs quickly and knock on the door to the first room. The sounds of movement come from inside and Marius opens the door a moment later. His hair isn't well groomed as usual, instead falling in messy curls on his head. He looks like he just woke up from a nap. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." you say. "It's no problem." Marius says, already looking less sleepy. "Come in and sit down." He says, pointing to a small wooden table. You go to take a seat in a chair that Marius gracefully pulls out for you. "So, $name, are you here for business or leisure?" Marius asks, sitting down across from you. <<mariustopics>> <</first>>

"I'm here for Business." you say seriously, trying not to let your attraction distract you. "Do you have the lepidenum oil?" Marius' eyes light up and he scoots forward. You catch a slight whiff of his cologne and shift in your own seat. "I like when girls don't waste any time," Marius says, "I brought the oil, but it seems more people than just you are interested in the purchase. I had to turn down some very fine offers on the way here. Offers that make me wonder if 35 coins is the wisest sum to sell it for." Marius hits you with a smile that makes you shiver. "You wouldn't go back on our deal, would you?" you ask, trying to sound as seductive as possible. You push out your chest subtly, trying to distract Marius. He's not the only one who can use sex appeal. If Marius is distracted, he doesn't let on. If anything he looks even more engaged in the bargaining process. "Of course not. I only wanted to make sure it was worth it to sell the oil far below its value. Do you have the money?" <<if $coin >= 35>> "Right here," you tell Marius, pulling out a leather pouch. The pouch clinks as you drop it onto the table and Marius grabs it without counting. You watch as he pulls a parcel from a trunk next to the bed. He unwraps it in front of your eyes revealing a plain ceramic jar. "Open it," Marius says invitingly. You reach over and pull the lid off. Inside you see the glistening oil, waiting to be used in your potions and experiments. You feel giddy thinking about it. "Thank you Marius!" you say, pulling him into an embrace. For once the smuggler actually seems caught off guard. "Anytime." He stammers. The peek past his suave exterior only lasts a second before he regains his usual savvy, but it humanizes Marius. He regains his composure and sits back down. "Anything else you want to talk about?" <<set $lepidenumoil += 5>>\ <<set $coin -= 35>>\ <<run $quests.push("ObtainingOil4")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+5 Lepidenum Oil!");<</script>>\ <<else>>\ I don't actually have enough. Honestly I don't even know where to find that much money, but I have to have something I can trade for it." You say. Marius looks skeptical. "What did you have in mind?" "I can sell you the herbs I gather." you tell him. His frown immediately tells you he's not interested in your pickings. <<if $alcohol >= 1>> "Okay, how about this grain alcohol?" you ask, pulling a slender bottle of Derrick's liquor out. That catches Marius' attention. He uncorks the bottle and takes a small sip. "It really is Derrick's. This stuff will fetch a good price in Hadras. I'll buy it from you for three coins a bottle." You feel like you aren't getting a great deal, but it's the best way to get coin yet. Maybe you should take him up on his offer. <<run $flags.push("AlcoholSale")>>\ <<else>>\ You don't have anything of value so you just apologize to Marius. "I guess I'll have to sell it to one of the other buyers." Marius says calmly. You have made me realize how much people want lepidenum oil though. I think I'll start stocking up in case you find the coin." You are disappointed that you didn't get any of the oil, but you resolve to find some way to buy some next time Marius is in town. <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<mariustopics>>

"How did you become a smuggler?" you ask Marius. Marius leans back in his chair, getting comfortable before he speaks. "It's a little bit of a long story, and not what you'd expect. Most of the people I've had the pleasure of working with started on the streets and worked their way up. I guess you could say I worked my way down. A few years ago I was still enrolled in the university in Hadras and looking forward to a substantial inheritance. My father had built his . fortune by investing in textiles, or more specifically, sheep. You probably aren't interested in the particularities of turning a modest land holding into an empire built on wool, but it's important to note that he built one of the largest fortunes in Hadras. My father had enough money to buy this entire town." You can hardly imagine what it means to be that wealthy. "So why did you abandon all that money?" you ask. "Abandon? No. It was lost to equal parts deceit and foolishness. The wealthy nobility in Hadras don't just allow people to build fortunes without a respected family name to back it up. My father had to make many shady deals to rise to the top. Many of the choices he made at the start came back to haunt him. I don't know everything about what he did, but I do know that by the end his wealth was being torn apart by the nobility, the city guard, even foreign interests. All of the chickens had come home to roost. My father was assassinated in what the guards called a robbery and I was forced to flee from the university in order to avoid the same fate." Marius frowns as he remembers his past and you see a hardness in his eyes which he usually conceals very well. Whatever happened to him after he left the university had obviously killed the spoiled child he once was. You wonder what he was like before he became the roguish man he is now. "Ironically, I found refuge with one of my father's creditors. A successful merchant who dabbled in illicit trade. It wasn't easy working for him, but he eventually recognized I had my father's skill with money but none of my father's hubris. Now I work with him. He put me in touch with Derrick, and Derrick put me in touch with you. A rather fortuitous twist, isn't it?" Marius asks with a smile. He looks at you with admiration, although you still aren't sure if it is honest or if he is trying to manipulate you somehow. You wish you had his merchant instincts to be able to tell. "It is. I'm glad to have met you, and I look forward to more time together." You return his smile, once again noticing his deep green eyes and thick hair. You feel a flutter in your stomach. "Is there anything else you would like to talk about?" Marius asks, clearly enjoying your company. <<mariustopics>> <<first>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Marius improved!");<</script>> <<set $marius.relationship += 5>> <</first>>

<<widget "mariustopics">> [[Ask about Marius' life.|MariusLifeTalk]] [[Buy lepidenum oil.|MariusLepidenumOilTalk]] <<if $flags.includes("AlcoholSale")>>\ [[Sell Alcohol to Marius.|MariusAlcoholSell]] <</if>>\ [[Go on a walk with Marius|MariusWalkRepeat]] [[End conversation and head back downstairs.|Tavern]] <</widget>>

The two of you waste no time escaping the tavern and walk slowly together down the streets of Vensbruck. Marius talks to you about his time on the road and you tell him about life in town. Marius listens closely as you describe growing up under the tutelage of Gerta and beginning your life as the town healer. "Something has always fascinated me about life so far from the city. It amazes me how people out here just help each other without a thought to whether or not it will benefit them in some way. In the city everything is always about money." "It doesn't have to be that way," you tell him with a smile. "You could even start doing things our way from now on, starting with the oil you're getting me." Marius laughs at the thought. "No, it's not so easy for people like me to change their mindsets, especially when I have to risk so much to get it out here. I can't do that for nothing, as much as I'd like to." "We don't just give things out for nothing. Us townsfolk just aren't so concerned with the values. We know what looks like a one sided trade might save someone's life, or, pay off in unexpected ways." you look Marius in the eyes with a seductive gaze, drawing him in. The two of you stop at the edge of the town and face each other. "Maybe you would be getting the better deal by doing me a favor." you suggest teasingly. You lean in and the two of you meet in a brief kiss that leaves your legs wobbling. You want more but Marius pulls away and continues walking.You watch him with burning desire and find yourself wishing the kiss could have been just a little longer. The two of you talk about other things as you continue walking out into the forest. The path you walk is the merchant's road which extends in some form from Hadras all the way through Vensbruck and up into the mountains. The stretch you're familiar with is just dirt but you've heard that miles and miles of the road are cobbled and maintained by the merchant's guild in Hadras. When the two of you stop again, you try to figure out how you can kiss him again. To your surprise he pulls you towards him and brushes his lips along your neck. You gasp at the slight scratch of his shadowed chin caresses your skin. When you take a deep breath you smell his scent mingling with a faint cologne. Like the last kiss, Marius stops as quickly as he started, leaving you frustrated. You want him even worse than before now. You long to sweep your hands through his hair and feel his breath on your neck as he kisses lower and lower. "We should turn around and start heading back," Marius says, breaking you from your fantasy. You try to hide your desire as you walk with him through the woods. As the two of you walk, you silently admire Marius. When the two of you arrive at the edge of town again, Marius sweeps you up in a final embrace. You gasp as he kisses you passionately. Determined to win out this time, you pull him even closer and push your hands up under his shirt, scratching his bare back lightly. You feel him shudder and pull back. Now it's your turn to tease him. You kiss him quickly and although it's difficult, you step away. Marius looks at you with obvious desire, and you can tell he is fighting the urge to pull you back into an embrace. You flash him a seductive smile. "So about that deal, I think there might be more in it for you than you think," you tell him playfully. He manages one of his roguish smiles. "So you can negotiate. Fine. I'll sell it for 30 coins, as long as you don't mind walking with me more often. My routes bring me through Vensbruck pretty often." "It's a deal." You tell him. You aren't exactly sure what you're getting yourself into, but you're excited to find out. The two of you return to the tavern and Marius graciously bids you goodnight. You know you won't find him there in the morning, but he'll be back, hopefully with the Lepidenum oil. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.push("ObtainingOil3")>> <<first>> <<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Marius improved!");<</script>> <<set $marius.relationship += 2>> <</first>>

<<first>> "Would you like to go for a walk around town?<<script>>$.notify("Relationship with Marius improved!");<</script>><<set $derrick.relationship += 5>> <<finally>> Once again, you ask Marius if he would like to take a walk around town. <</first>> "I would love to," Marius says. He stands gracefully and takes your hand to help you up. As the two of you leave the bar, you see Derrick watching the two of you with a concerned gaze. You ignore the innkeeper and walk down the street with Marius. You tell him about the town as you walk, pointing out all of the tradesmen who live around the tavern. Marius listens closely. Every piece of information could prove profitable to the smuggler, but also he enjoys hearing you talk. He laughs at awkward stories from your childhood and holds a somber silence as he listens to you talk about growing up without your parents. When the two of you arrive at the town square you decide to sit down on the cobbles in the middle and talk more. Pigeons coo around you, searching for insects or scraps of grain left behind from market day. "Want some lunch?" you ask Marius. Marius nods, relaxing as a breeze jostles his dark curls. The day is uncharacteristically cool for this time of year, but it's nice to have a break from the usual heat. You pull a wrapped piece of bread from your bag and break off a chunk, offering it to Marius. He thanks you and the two of you share a few minutes of silence as you eat your modest lunch. The pigeons gather around, eagerly watching for any stray crumbs. When you eat your fill of the bread you give the rest to Marius. You watch him eat it gratefully. When you feel your arm growing tired from supporting you on the hard pavers you lay back on your bag, massaging pressure marks on your hand. Marius watches you closely, making you feel giddy. You feel desired. "You look beautiful today." Marius says quietly, leaning down next to you. You smell his cologne, a faint but persistent reminder of his proximity. A slight tingle crosses your neck as you look into his eyes. A moment later his lips are on yours. The kiss is not one of the playful but teasing kisses from your first walk with Marius. This kiss is soft and tender, so tender that the intense passion you feel waiting seems impossible. How could such a delicate thing as a kiss make your entire body shiver with ecstasy? When Marius pulls away you still feel the place where your lips met. You feel suddenly self conscious. You want to pull him into another kiss but you find yourself worried about what Marius would think. You don't want to seem too eager. Instead you give him a shy smile. He returns it nonchalantly, looking as relaxed as ever. Your heart rate speeds up as the two of you linger close to each other, ignoring everything else in the world except each other. Of all the things that could have interrupted the moment, it had to be a pigeon. The bird flutters towards your bag, startling you from your reverie. Your moment of absolute terror turns to embarrassment and then laughter as you realize it was just a pigeon. Marius laughs along with you, shooing the pigeon away. "You should have seen your eyes," he laughs, "I thought you'd seen a ghost or something." "I don't like those pigeons at all," you say, still laughing. You feel a little embarrassed but Marius' smile reassures you that there's nothing to be embarrassed about. The two of you head back to the tavern where Marius turns and tells you goodbye. "I hope to see you again soon," he says in his smooth Hadrasi accent. He kisses you goodbye. The kiss isn't as intense as the one you shared in the square, but it still leaves you wanting more. You head home, replaying the moment in the square in your head. [[Continue]]

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"What can you tell me about the church?" you ask. "This church, or the church in general?" Reya responds. Before you can clarify, she continues. "This church is only one diocese in the larger organization, based in Hadras. It is there that priests and priestesses study the words and deeds of the gods. The Council of Hadras, the central authority of the church, assigns young clergy members to the various diocese, ensuring that even the most distant flocks do not stray from the will of the gods. That is how I, one of the most promising acolytes in Hadras, ended up here, at the edge of civilization." You see a hint of anger in her expression as she recalls her past. It is a much deeper fury than you have ever seen her express, but it is gone in a second. "I suppose everything is the will of the gods. At least this church is beautiful enough. It may not be as grand as the churches in Hadras, but there are far worse around these parts. I could have ended up in the old church," Reya continues. The old church at the edge of town hasn't been used as the town's main place of worship for years. Even before the new church was finished people began to use it. The old church has since become the home to two monks, rarely seen away from their home. "What was it like in Hadras?" you ask Reya, curious about her past life. "I don't have time to do it justice, but I can try to paint a picture for you. Imagine an area so large that you could walk across Vensbruck one hundred times before you could cross it once. Within this area the buildings are as dense as trees in the forest, and the streets are teeming with people of all sorts like it is market day every day. All across the city there are churches, larger and grander than this one, but still none as beautiful as the cathedral. The largest statues of the five gods in the world stand in the cathedral, and in their shadow presides the council. Every day the ceremonies are attended by pilgrims and peasants, soldiers and students." You never cared much for religion, but Reya's description makes the catedral sound beautiful. You hope to visit it one day and see the wonders of the city for yourself. "It's not all beautiful, though. The streets are home to thieves and pickpockets, often children without homes, struggling to survive," Reya adds, souring your image slightly. "Children without homes? Don't people take them in?" you ask innocently. Reya laughs. "There are too many to take in, girl. In the city there are so many people that the citizens can't take care of each other like you do here. People work to make sure they have a secure life for themselves and their families. Charity is the surest way to ruin." Reya's callous words don't make complete sense to you. How could there be the resources for massive churches but not for feeding hungry children? "I have to get back to work now," Reya tells you. "Anything else you need?" [[Ask about the gods.|ReyaGodsTalk]] <<if hasVisited("AssistWithCeremony")>>\ [[Ask about lepidenum oil.|ReyaLepidenumTalk]] <</if>>\ [[End conversation.|Church]]

You walk towards the altars and look for the door to Reya's chambers. Although you know where to look, it blends in so well with the panelling that you still miss it sometimes. The door is small, only a little over six feet high, and made of a heavy light colored wood that matches the wall around it and the pews. The only signs that it is a door is a small brass knob, the thin crack around the edges, and the hollow sound it makes when you knock on it. The sound echoes through the main hall of the church, but it is empty this early in the day. A moment later you hear Reya approach the door and it creaks open, hanging heavily on its hinges. "Well, hello $name. What can I do for you?" Reya asks in a matronly tone. She is dressed in her usual robes, plain, but long and flowing. They obscure any hint of her body underneath. A hood covers her head, casting a shadow over her face and making her look older than she really is. "I just wanted to ask a few questions," you tell her, feeling as intimidated by the woman as ever. "Go ahead, but be quick. I have a lot to do." she says. <<if $player.bust > 2>>\ Reya seems to notice your increased cup size but says nothing. <</if>>\ [[Ask about church.|ReyaChurchTalk]] [[Ask about the gods.|ReyaGodsTalk]] <<if hasVisited("JennyAvalosTalk") && hasVisited("HoldCandle") && !$flags.includes("NoBeast")>>\ [[Ask to look for books on cendwecks.|CendweckResearch]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("ObtainingOil0")>> [[Ask about lepidenum oil.|ReyaLepidenumTalk]] <</if>>\ [[End conversation.|Church]]

"Can you tell me about the five gods?" You ask Reya. She looks at you curiously. "You should know all about them, girl." "Just what I learned as a child. I feel like there's a lot I don't know." "I suppose that's typical for you townsfolk. At least you want to learn." Reya says, her words feel a little patronizing. You've always thought the people of Vensbruck perfectly devout. "The greatest of the five is Malcarick, god of power and war. His altar stands in the center." Reya tells you, pointing towards a marble altar carved with crossed spears. "Malcarick is the god most typically portrayed with armor and weaponry, although it varies what he wields. He holds dominion over all and gives blessings to leaders and generals." "Tirsis, Malcarick's first brother is the god of the hunt. He is patron of the wilderness, and his domain rivals that of Malcarick. Tirsis is honored with sacrifice and bestows blessings upon hunters and trappers primarily. He is far more popular here in the wilderness than in cities." You remember seeing statues of Tirsis, often depicted nude and wild but noble. "Valens, the god of laborers, is popular everywhere. His domain is the workshops and factories of humankind. Like Tirsis, I perform blessing ceremonies for Valens every month. He is often represented as a smith, but he is the patron of all laborers. In the cities his visage is used as a symbol of the guilds which he watches over." You look over at the altar that you recognize as the altar to Valens, decorated with carved figures who appear to be holding the altar up. "Saggren is the god of merchants. His worship is more rare, but the men on trading caravans almost always carry charms blessed in his ceremonies. Here in Vensbruck people neglect him almost entirely, just as you neglect commerce." Something about Reya's tone makes it seem like she is disapproving of your way of life. "Finally, the least of the five gods but not to be neglected, is Calymoch." You are familiar with him mainly from curses and wives tales which talk of him causing all sorts of mischief, from bad harvests to unplanned pregnancies. You figure you can come up with better explanations for both. "Calymoch's ceremonies are only held once a year, but my research has focussed primarily on his worship and the benefits of a few more complicated rituals which can be performed." "Was this research which you performed in Hadras?" you ask. "It was. My research was unpopular with many in the council, however. I suspect it is one reason that I was sent away. Luckily I was able to choose Vensbruck over other less interesting towns. The library here contains a wealth of lost knowledge which has proven invaluable to me." You see a fiery passion in her eyes and know that Reya sees her research as far more important than any of her other responsibilities here. You thank Reya for sharing her knowledge with you. "Any time, child. What else can I help you with?" [[Ask about church.|ReyaChurchTalk]] <<if hasVisited("AssistWithCeremony")>>\ [[Ask about lepidenum oil.|ReyaLepidenumTalk]] <</if>>\ [[End conversation.|Church]]

<<if hasVisited("AssistWithCeremony")>>\ What was that oil that you used on me the other day?" you ask Reya. She smiles at you, remembering your punishment. <<else>>\ "What is the oil you use in ceremonies around here called?" you ask Reya. <</if>>\ "Lepidenum oil is what it's called, and it is extracted from lepidenum seeds. As you felt, it has very useful soothing properties. Unfortunately, the plant only grows on blessed soil. I have to order the oil directly from Hadras." "Is there any way you could give me some? I think it could be very useful medicinally." Your hopes are dashed as Reya laughs slowly. "No, girl. I have taken an oath which restricts me from giving it to anyone who is not ordained. I know some of the clergy are not so strict about following this oath, but I will not break it." You frown. You have a feeling that the oil would be a great help both to healing and to potion making, but you'll have to get seeds first. Reya did mention that some other clergy members were not so strict. Maybe if you asked someone with contacts in Hadras you could figure out how to get some. "Anything else, child?" Reya asks. [[Ask about church.|ReyaChurchTalk]] [[Ask about the gods.|ReyaGodsTalk]] [[End conversation.|Church]] <<if not $flags.includes("OilBase") && not $quests.includes("ObtainingOil1")>> <<run $quests.push("ObtainingOil1")>> <<script>>$.notify("Quest Added: Obtaining Oil", "info");<</script>>\ <</if>>

"I'm not going to intervene to help you cheat on Francis," you tell Samantha after a long pause. For a second, it looks as if Samantha is going to begin shouting, but then all the anger drains from her and she seems to deflate. "You're right," she says almost too softly for you to hear, "I'll go back to him. I should never have come here. I should never have gone to Derrick." You want to say some words of comfort woman to woman, but you are at a loss. Before you think of something, Samantha slinks out and leaves you feeling guilty for your interference. You head to bed but have trouble sleeping, mulling the situation over in your head again and again. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<run $quests.delete("TPIHelp1")>>\ <<run $quests.push("TPIHelp2")>>\

<<if !$quests.includes("TPIHelp2")>>\ You can't resist Samantha. You want her so badly that you're even willing to use a potion to get what you want. "Let's talk about it over some tea," you say with a seductive smile. "Here, sit," you tell Samantha, pulling a sturdy chair out from your dining table for her. As she sits, you watch her cleavage jiggle. If it weren't for you, Derrick would be enjoying the sight of those breasts right now! <</if>>\ When you finish brewing the tea you add the finishing touch, dumping a little over half the potion into Samantha's mug. As you're about to put away the flask, you have an idea. //I shouldn't.// You hesitation only lasts a second though before you empty the rest into your own mug. You're almost certainly not going to regret it. When you sit down next to Samantha you're already feeling the heat of arousal flushing your cheeks and you haven't even had a sip of the tea yet. Samantha graciously thanks you for the tea and takes a deep breath of the herbal steam rising from the cup. You take a sip of yours, eager for the fun to begin. "So, tell me more about your relationship with Derrick," you say, trying to make conversation while you wait. Samantha smiles thinking of him, and the smile awakens something in you. Even though the woman across from you is almost fifteen years older than you are, she hasn't lost her youthful beauty yet. Instead her appearance has been tempered by age and there's an erotic sense of worldliness to her visage. "He's an old friend. He used to come through town with the caravans looking all tough and handsome. We spent nights together here and there, and I never tricked myself into thinking there weren't other girls in all the other little farming towns he passed through, but I still couldn't let go of that hope, you know, that he would come back and take me away. When he did come back his wife was with him, a city girl who I knew he must have truly loved her because she wasn't half as pretty as I was. Somehow I let that thought console me when I was jealous. Now I see how self-centered I was," she says sadly. You never knew that side of the story, but it makes sense that Derrick and Samantha have history. You watch Samantha take a long sip of tea, almost as if she's trying not to say any more. When she lowers the mug there's a peculiar look on her face. The potion must be starting to work. "What was he like back then, in his caravan days?" you ask, feeling the effects of the potion yourself. It's strange being the one affected by it for once. "He wasn't as burly back then, but he wasn't slight either. He seemed a little mysterious too, but I'm not sure if that was just the inexperienced girl in me speaking," Samantha giggles and a flush begins to come over her freckled cheeks, "I remember the first time I met him, he was standing alone while the merchants exchanged their goods with the townsfolk. I was getting some water from the well when we met eyes. I don't quite remember what he said, but he was a smooth talker back then. He convinced me to come back to his camp at the edge of town for some drinks. That night we met up outside the caravan while the merchants were sleeping. He had guard duty so we sat by the fire whispering and drinking until my innocent restraint fell away and he kissed me." Samantha is finishes off her tea and idly continues, staring up towards the ceiling as she reminisces. "He of course only had one thing on his mind, and it happened to be just what I wanted, even if I never would admit it. I was ready to lose my virginity and this handsome man from the city was almost a dream come true. I remember he had my skirt up and started to unbuckle his belt and I suddenly thought to myself, 'am I ready to be a mother?' The risk scared me but as soon as he had that cock pressed against me I forgot all my worries. //Fuck// was he good. I still think about those nights when I touch myse-" Samantha breaks off and looks at you in a panic, cheeks rosy as a tomato. You were too lost in her story to notice her arm slip below the table, but when she quickly snaps her hand back up you can tell exactly where it's been. "I'm sorry, this conversation is incredibly improper!" "It's okay, I want to hear more," you say, eager to keep following this thread. Samantha seems hesitant, but after a second you can practically see the potion overwhelming her inhibitions. You can't help notice her nipples straining against the tight top she's wearing. She's definitely turned on. Her eyes lose focus a little and her eyelids droop seductively before she continues. Your heart races as you lean in showing just how engaged you are. "I came for the first time that night," she says softly, not holding back anymore, "I didn't even know it was a possibility until he was inside me there under the stars. I just felt so good with him inside me and suddenly the world was spinning. I remember clinging against him and trying as hard as I could to keep from screaming out and waking the whole camp. He must have already had hundreds of girls like me, but he kissed me then like I was his first."" "Did he come inside?" you ask? "No, no. I wanted him to finish inside me, but he stopped and pulled out. I remember seeing his glisten in the firelight. I couldn't believe that had just been inside me. He came on my skirt I remember because I was terrified my father would find out so I washed it before I snuck back home for the night. He did come inside later though, and that was almost a disaster," Samantha stops speaking and reflects for a moment, blushing even deeper. "Tell me about it," you command softly. Samantha looks you in the eyes for a moment and then nods. Before she starts speaking, she scoots her chair back and slides her skirt down slowly. revealing her completely sodden panties. You gasp at the sight, but you're sure your own cunt isn't in a much better state. Samantha moves her shaking fingers to her clit and circles it slowly before she continues to speak. When she begins her voice cracks. "We had seen each other a few times, all much like the first. My father had some business with one of the merchants in the caravan and wanted me to come along in spite of my protests. I was worried he would be able to tell that I wasn't a stranger to Derrick, but I couldn't talk him out of it. We went and Derrick seemed to think it was all a joke. While my father was bartering with the merchant he sent me to inspect some of the grain in the caravan. Derrick of course followed to 'keep an eye on the wares' but as soon as we were behind the curtain he pounced on me. I tried to tell him my father would kill him if he caught us, but Derrick wouldn't hear it. He was always so persuasive, and I have to admit, the thought of being caught had me turned on. Something about the risk of it all made me give in and hike my skirt up right there. It was like nothing I had ever done before but it had me dripping. I- mmmmh," Samantha, still touching herself, moans as shivers run through her body. She bites her lip and tries to regain control of her desires, fighting the pleasure. The sight of the woman on the verge of orgasm strips away the last of your own modesty and you yank down your own skirt and panties. When she sees you shamelessly join in on the mutual masturbation, the little composure she managed to regain disappears. "Oh fuck, $name, you're so turned on. Did I do that to you?" She manages to ask. You only nod and moan in response. "Did you get caught?" you manage, surprised by the eagerness in your voice. Samantha gives you a seductive smile that makes you shiver. Samantha's pure sexuality was truly wasted on Francis. "When he put his cock inside me I mmmmphh almost gave myself away right then and there. Luckily, Derrick cupped a hand over my mouth to stifle my moan. And then he was fucking me, hard and faster than he had ever done before. Mmm! I- I think the risk of it all got to him too, and for once he couldn't pull out in time. He help my waist to him with such need and I knew he was filling me up. The knowledge that he was coming inside me just a feet away from my father ma-ah! made me cum along with him. I barely managed to get myself cleaned up when my father came to the caravan to check on me. But what I remember most clearly was Derrick's cum leaking out of me, trying to hide it from everyone. I felt like I was his, like he had claimed me and- fuck!" Samantha face contorts with absolute pleasure as she pushes herself over the edge. Her hips buck once and you see her muscles tighten with shocking force before you feel the warm spatter of her girlcum. It arcs through the air in one messy spray followed by some smaller squirts that soak the floor. You taste and smell her sweet musk, almost as potent an aphrodisiac as the your potion. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! I should have warned you, I-" Samantha's apology is cut short when as crawl onto the table and pull her into a passionate kiss. You knock over a mug and hot tea onto the already slick floor, but you don't notice. You're too busy making out with Samantha. She seems shocked at first, but almost certainly due to the lingering effects of your potion, Samantha doesn't pull away. Your tongues intertwine for minutes as you taste each other. Her skill leaves you whimpering, desperate for more. Fortunately, Samantha gives you exactly what you desire. Her touch is hesitant at first, but soon she familiarizes herself with your body and sets to work with a conscious dexterity she could could only have refined on herself. It is on her lap, with her breasts at you back that you reach your first orgasm, but the two of you don't stop there. She seems obsessed with your body, delighting in the unfamiliarity of being with such a soft, feminine partner. Her desire for you extends beyond the bounds of the potion and you give yourself to her. You're delighted to finally have had her, even if she's currently actually having you. When she lets you taste her hot quim you're careful to leave her licked clean and trembling beneath your tongue. After a long night of pleasure, Samantha finally settles back down into chair panting. "You know, maybe I don't need Derrick." she says. The two of you share a warm and surprisingly innocent smile given the debauchery that lead up to it. "So that means we will do this again?" you ask. "Any time. Just stop by the farm and I'll kick Francis out of the house for a bit," You tell her you can't make any promises but that you know you'll have some business there soon. The two of you kiss again when she leaves, this time more awkwardly now that the lust of the night has faded leaving only the self conscious of the morning after. You wonder what will become of your relationship with Samantha as you head back to bed, hoping to salvage the dwindling hours of darkness before the dawn. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.delete("TPIHelp1")>>\ <<run $quests.delete("TPIHelp12")>>\ <<run $quests.push("TPISamantha")>>\ <<set $samantha.corruption += 1 >>\ <<set $samantha.relationship += 2 >>\ <<script>>$.notify("Samantha grows more corrupt!");<</script>>\

You decide you'll try to help Francis improve his side of the marriage, starting with his performance in bed. "This might be a strange proposal, but I think theres a way I can help make this a little easier oon you. You mentioned that Francis can't make you feel good, were you referring to his..." you don't say the word but Samantha understands immediately. She blushes a deep red but nods gently. "He's never been the most skilled in bed, and to be honest, he's not working with much." Samantha says, seeming to ease up a little as she vents her frustration. You laugh, encouraging her with a smile. "He hasn't made me cum in years. It's even makes me feel a little embarrassed for his sake! The poor creature's never known what its like to leave me ravished. He actually thinks he's pretty good!" she practically announces with a laugh. You can tell she hasn't had much opportunity to talk about her frustration, and its all flooding out of her now. "So what was your odd proposal?" "I've been working on some new medicine which can remedy a lack of endowment. I can talk to your husband and see if he is interested." "Please do!" Samantha says enthusiastically. "I'm glad you're excited about it. I can start as soon as I sort out a few final details." You know you'll need a potion which you can apply topically so as to localize the effects, and you hope it won't be too much trouble to create one to fit Samantha and Francis' needs. "Does- does this mean you won't convince Derrick to see me again?" "Unfortunately no. I don't want to play any part in that infidelity," you lie easily. Samantha looks dejected at your answer, but seems satisfied with your plan, for now. "I'll let you get back to sleep then. I'm sorry I woke you, It's just that I felt like I was being treated like less than a person--like some sort of bargaining chip in agreements going on behind my back. I guess I was being paranoid." She says softly. You feel a stab of guilt. She's more right than she knows. "See you soon Samantha, things will get better soon," you tell her as she heads out the door. You latch it again behind her and hurry back to bed. Plans for the potion keep you tossing and turning all night. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.delete("TPIHelp1")>>\ <<run $quests.push("TPISizePromise")>>\

"I've been thinking about that night you came over," you say to Samanth seductively. To your surprise she doesn't seem caught off guard at all. "I have too, $name. I've never done anything like that with a woman, but I think I liked it," she says directly. The situation has very suddenly become rich with potential, and you look her body over hungrily. Samantha is almost dripping with sweat from her day's work, but that only inflames your arousal further. "Want to try it again?" you ask, a little timidly. Samantha glances towards the farmhouse, then at the rows of wheat. "Sure but we'll have to keep low," she says quickly. You weren't expecting her to be ready right here and now, but shes obviously more than ready because she drops her hoe and drops to her knees, sinking safely below the tops of the wheat. If Francis were to look out the window now, all he would see is you standin alone in the field. That's a good thing though because Samantha quickly unbuttons the shoulder straps of her overalls, letting her glistening breasts burst free. You gasp at the sight making Samantha chuckle. "Never thought a girl would get as much of a kick out of these as the boys do!" You break out of your moment of surprised inactivity and join her below the wheat, sinking to the dirty ground. For a moment you worry about your knees getting dirty, but that moment passes when Samantha pulls you into a deep kiss. She kisses you with even more selfsure virtuosity than the night in your hut, leaving you gasping when you break away and aching for more. Your hands find her breasts and you lose yourself in their fullness, almost envious of her. Samantha isn't content with your hands alone, however, and she pushes your lips to her waiting nipples. Her taste is salty from sweat but you slurp happily at it, eager to lick every inch of her. Her encouraging hand on your head holds you in place and she lets out some satisfied moans as your tongue laps at her. The slightly salty taste drives you to explore her further with your tongue, mapping out her body with kisses, nips and gratuitous licks. "Mmmh you like the taste of my sweat, don't you?" "Mmm-hmmm" you manage to whine, unable to pull away from her. When you do stop, its only because she pulls you away. Without a word, she strips her overalls all the way off and sits back on the ground. Her bare ass lands on the dirt and slowly she spreads her thighs, revealing her dripping, sweaty pussy. A bit of dirt streaks her thighs, as if directing your gaze towards her sex. You can smell it immediately, her tantalizing, womanly scent mingling with the earthiness of the dirt beneath you. It's a blend of smells that sends you into heat, and you lunge towards her, only to find that she's closed her legs once again. "You strip first. Then you can taste me," Samantha says in a low, husky voice. You obey her of course, pullling off your shirt and letting your skirt fall to the dirt. Even though you can't see her cunt, you can smell it the entire time. Your anticipation is slick between your own thighs and clings to your panties as you slowly lower them. Once you're naked and presenting yourself to her, Samantha finally relents and opens her legs for you. The molton sex between her legs glistens before you, almost throbbing with Samantha's lust. You fall on her at once, no longer caring as you feel dirt beneath your breasts. Laying flat between her legs, you dive your tongue into her folds, lapping the nectar her body offers you so hungrily. Her musk fills your nostrils just as her taste fills your mouth and you find all your senses overwhelmed with her. It drives you into a hypnotic, trance-like state where all you care to do is pleasure her. When she moans you shiver and grind your hips against the dirt with delight, knowing that you're responsible for the slutty sounds she's making. Soon she gives you an even greater reward than the occasional moans, shivers, and gasps. Her pussy clenches and a burst of girl cum sprays directly into your eager mouth. "Fuaahhhhh! Fuck!" Samantha screams as her pussy drenches your pretty little lips. You try to catch as much as you can and swallow it down, but most ends up dripping from your chin onto the now muddy ground beneath her. ----- When Samantha recovers from her orgasm, she finds you still buried in her cunt, hips grinding away at the dirt. "Gods, that was much better than any men I've had. Even Derrick could learn something from you," she says. You smile up at her, your messy face caked with a whorish combination of sweat, cum, and dirt. You know your lust is still obvious in your eyes. When she notices, Samantha crawls over to you and pulls you to your knees. You feel nipples hard from arousal, poking against your bare back. Your own pussy has become a muddy mess and Samantha tenderly wipes your lips clean with your discarded panties. Even the slightly rough brush of fabric against your clit is enough to make you moan, and you lean back into Samantha's motherly embrace. "Shh, I'll take care of you," she whispers, "now lets water the crops." Before you can ask what she means, two, then three of her fingers sink into your cunt and she begins to slide them in and out of you with ease. Her thumb finds your clit and she begins to work your aching sex expertly. You feel something building deep inside you, concentrating the decentralized pleasure in your body into that lovely spot deep inside your pussy. Your breaths pick up in time with Samantha's determined motions, each inhalation bringing the scent of her into your consciousness. You realize your face is still drenched in her femcum. It's taste still sits on your tongue. "Mmmmmmmh" you moan, beginning to buck your hips against her fingers. Samantha's holding you tight now, and her slick, sweaty skin slides easily against yours. The two of you are pressed together so tightly now that her breasts are flattened against you. Your ass rubs against her own cunt, somehow even hotter than the humid air around you. You lose yourself in the feeling of her and suddenly white hot pleasure sears your mind. "MMmmmphhhaa! Ffffaaaahh!!" you scream, bucking your hips forward. Samanthas fingers spread your slick lips allowing a spurt of your girlcum to spray over the stalks of wheat. Crashing waves of pleasure flow through you and out of your cunt, turning the ground before you to mud. ---- The two of you redress after kissing and reveling in your shared lust for a little longer. "Promise me you'll be back for more sometime soon," Samantha says, struggling to rebutton the straps of her overalls over her large breasts. "Of course, that was incredible," you answer, "plus I can't trust that husband of yours to take care of you." Samantha laughs, but clearly deflates a little at the reminder. You kiss her one last time, trying to restore a little bit of her hope. She smiles and then the two of you stand, returning to the sun beaten world above. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.delete("TPISamantha")>>\ <<run $quests.push("TPISamantha2")>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("SamanthaLover")>>\ <<set $samantha.corruption += 1 >>\ <<set $samantha.relationship += 2 >>\ <<script>>$.notify("Samantha grows more corrupt!");<</script>>\

<<if $flags.includes("PotterBreakup")>>\ "Is Samantha here?" you ask Derrick. "Sure, she's still up in her room," Derrick tells you. You go up the stairs and knock on Samantha's door. "Yes, $name?" Samantha asks, as she cracks the door. She doesn't look too happy to see you. You notice that instead of her usual overalls from the farm, she now wears a pinafore dress tight enough at the top to show off her generous cleavage. Derrick must enjoy that. [["Umm... nothing!"|Tavern]] <<else>>\ You avoid going to the house and instead head around back to talk to Samantha. She sees you approaching but doesn't stop her work hoing in the fields. The day is a hot one and the sun bakes down, giving the air a dry, dusty scent which is only interrupted by the faint smell of the wheat rippling in the occasional breeze. When you make your way into the field the suffocating heat gives way to a humid glow arising from the recently watered soil. You're already sweating a little but you push forward down one of corridors of wheat until you reach Samantha. Samantha is more than a decade older than you, but her demeanor hasn't yet begun to give off the effect of middle age yet. Her hair is messy, and sweat-slick strands curl down and stick to her sun kissed skin. Despite her never being a mother, you're suddenly struck by Samantha's almost motherly qualities. She has a warm smile, gentle stance, and of course her wide hips and plentiful breasts don't hurt. She's dressed only in overalls to fend off the heat leading your eyes to be drawn to her breasts, which spill out from the sides of the denim. Should she ever end up bearing children, she would be well fitted for it. In spite of all this, she appraises your sudden appearance almost as if you're a rival. "Good day, $name. What brings you out here?" she asks in a rich voice. <<if $quests.includes("TPISamantha")>>\ [[Talk about the night in your hut|SamanthaSweatyFuck]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPISamantha2")>>\ [[Suggest fucking in front of Francis|FrancisCucked]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TPIHelp2")>>\ [[Invite Samantha for tea|SamanthaTalkTeaInvite]] <</if>>\ [[Ask Samantha about Francis|SamanthaTalkFrancis]] [["Nothing, just came to talk to Francis" (Head back to the farm)|PotterFarm]] [["Just wandering," (Head home)|Continue]] <</if>>\

"Tell me about Francis," you say to Samantha. <<if $flags.includes("PotterBreakup")>>\ "I don't have anything to say about that man. I can't even believe we used to be married." Samantha darkens at the mention of her ex-husband and you think it's best to change the subject. <<elseif $flags.includes("SamanthaSatisfied")>> "Well, we definitely had a rough patch for a while, but thanks to you things have been great lately!" Samantha says happily. "How are things in bed?" you ask, curious if Francis has managed to keep her satisfied. Samantha blushes, and thinks for a moment, clearly picturing something lurid. "You really worked your magic on him," Samantha's voice drops to whisper even though there's no chance of anyone overhearing. "He's almost too big now... //almost//. I've never been with anyone or heard of anyone with anything close to his size," "It's not too much?" "No, gods no. I love it," You can tell Samantha is starting to get a little turned on just thinking about her husband's prodigous cock. It feels nice that you brought them together. <<else>>\ "There's not much to say. He's not a very interesting man, to be honest with you," Samantha says, you sense she's holding back a little. "Are you happy with him?" you ask. "As happy as a woman can be I suppose. We can't all live in fairy tales." <</if>>\ [[Keep Chatting|SamanthaTalk]] [[Head back to the farm|PotterFarm]] [[Head home|Continue]]

<<first>>\ "I wanted to ask if you would ever consider coming by my place again like you did the other night. It might be nice to have someone to talk to," you say to her as genuinely as possible. Samantha seems to suddenly realize that you might be just as lonely as she is. After all you do live in a hut all alone with nobody to chat with. "Of course. It was kind of nice spending time with someone other than Francis or Derrick," she answers. She seems almost shy, a starngely cute addition to her usual confident exterior. "Great! I can't wait to see you!" <<finally>> "I'd love it if you'd come over for tea sometime soon," you tell Samantha. She smiles at you confidently. "I definitely will as soon as I get the chance!" <</first>>\ [[Continue|SamanthaTalk]] <<run $sleepevents.pushUnique("SamanthaTeaVisit")>>\

You finish putting the kettle over the fire and turn to find Samantha with $catname in her lap. $catname is overjoyed to have someone besides you give him attention for once, and he purrs contentedly. "Who's this little guy?" Samantha asks when she sees you looking. "Oh, that's $catname. I'm surprised he likes you!" you say. It is a little surprising that he didn't bolt the second Samantha knocked on the door. "He's so cute! We have gang of feral cats that come around the farm, but none are this friendly! How long have you had him?" Samantha asks. "Oh since Gerta was around at least. She found him as a kitten abandoned in the woods and nursed him back to health. He's hung around ever since," you answer. "Oh so he's a greatful little cat," Samantha says, more to $catname than to you. "The dried fish I give him doesnt hurt!" you add. ----- When you make the tea you pour some for both you and Samantha and sit across from her at the table. The two of you chat until late into the night discussing your pasts, the way the town was, and gossiping about the others in the town. You feel a sot of kinship with Samantha. There aren't many other women in the town who seem as experienced and knowledgeable. Despite your growing friendship, certain features of Samantha become even harder to ignore. The way her breasts jiggle when she laughs, her long beautiful eyelashes, and full lips all constantly stoke a desire deep within you. You aren't sure that you want to push it down and hide it. At the end of the night, Samantha hugs you goodbye. "Let me know if you ever want me to come by again, this was really fun." [[Continue]] <<first>> <<set $samantha.relationship += 1 >>\ <</first>>

You're doing some evening journaling when you hear a knock at the door. //That must be Samantha!// You find yourself excited to share tea with your potential new friend. You open the door to find Samantha in a stunning top which lazily bares her cleavage, not covering nearly as much as a proper shirt should. You don't mind though, and invite her in. "I'm so glad you came! I was going to probably have a quiet night," "You mean boring," Samantha teases with a confident laugh, "what do you do in here, organize plants all day?" You don't know how to tell her how much time you actually spend making sure all your ingredients are in perfect order. "Sometimes, other times I make medicine or do my rounds around the town. Here, Let me start boiling the water for the tea!" you say, pulling a chair out for her at the table. You fetch your water bucket and fill a medium wrought iron teakettle before hanging it over the fire. Suddenly you have a devious idea. You //could// add something to Samantha's tea while you're making it. <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot") && $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ [[Add a potion to the tea|SamanthaHutLust]] <<else>>\ But you don't have any potions that you think would work. <</if>>\ [[Make the tea like normal|SamanthaTeaChat]] <<run $sleepevents.delete("SamanthaTeaVisit")>>\

You head to bed after making some tea and saying good night to $catname. He purrs contentedly and then curls up at your feet for his own evening nap. It doesn't take you long to doze off too. You're dreaming comfortably in your bed when an angry knock on your door jolts you from your sleep. "You witch! Let me in! I know you're responsible for this! I've seen you talking to Derrick!" comes a feminine voice from outside your door. You recognize Samantha, but she's clearly angry. You quickly throw on your apron and pocket a handful of powdered chile, just in case. "I'm coming in just a second!" you shout and make your way to open the latch of your door. As you undo the bolt, Samantha bursts in, nearly bowling over. Her face is flushed almost redder than her copper hair, and she's wearing skirt and a shirt. Her top is tight around her large breasts, almost to the point of suggestiveness. //She must have just come from the tavern.// "I want you to go back and undo whatever you told Derrick! Or I'll tell my husband to make some trouble for you with the town. He's a respected man you know!" Samantha shouts. $catname, startled, slips quietly out the door and into the night. You wish you could follow. "Don't just gawk at me! How are you going to answer for this? What have I ever done to you?" her voice breaks at that and you see tears threatening to form in her eyes. You decide to come clean. "I told Derrick he needed to have some respect for your marriage, and he seems to have come around. Doesn't it mean anything to you?" you ask. "My marriage? I never chose this marriage. My father thought Francis would be able to give me the easy life he thought I deserved. Clearly he was wrong! Who do you think has to manage the work around the farm? I handle the dirty work while he plays politics and scribbles numbers all day. This isn't the life I wanted. Derrick at least treats me like-" the tears come now and slip over her freckled cheeks one after the other, "-like someone special. He makes me feel good! Francis can't even do that." You certainly know something about that and feel a pang of pity for the woman. "I'm sorry, Samantha. Haven't you tried asking Francis for a separation?" you say softly, but you suspect you already know the answer. "That cursed priestess Reya wont give one to me without Francis' consent, and Francis will never give me that. Never." Samantha says, gritting her teeth. "Please just set things back the way they were. It's not too late!" She pleads in a last ditch effort. You pause for a moment to consider your options. You don't have to do anything. You can send her away, but you're starting to feel some sympathy for her.<<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot") && $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>> Maybe even more than sympathy. You look at the gorgeous woman in front of you and suddenly remember you have a certain potion prepared.<</if>> Alternatively you could promise to help make staying with Francis a little more enticing of an option. <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot") && $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ [[Use your potion on her|SamanthaHutLust]] <</if>>\ [[Tell Samantha you won't intervene|SamanthaDejected]] [[Offer to look into helping with Francis' "endowment"|SamanthaSizePromise]] <<run $sleepevents.delete("SamanthaVisit")>>\

You walk deep into the woods, half checking for herbs, half enjoying the summer breeze. The leaves of the trees rustle gently in chorus with the birds. The day would be too hot outside the cover of the forest, but in the shade, the temperature is perfect. You find a few mushrooms, but they are the mundane variety, better suited to eating than to potion making. You pluck them from the dirt and stow them away in your satchel for a later meal. <<if visited("CatchSamanthaCheating") > 1>>The rest of your walk is uneventful, and you head back home. <<else>>You are about to continue on your way when you hear a strange noise. It sounds high pitched, but not like any bird you know. You creep towards the noise curiously, listening for anything that might identify it. The noise seems to be coming from a nearby clearing, but as you draw closer you suddenly realize what you are hearing. It is obviously a woman's voice, moaning and with pleasure. You blush and are about to turn away when you realize you are a little curious who is out here in the deep forest. You creep forward as quietly as possible, until you can make out the source of the noise. A nude woman is being pressed up against an oak tree by a larger man. You can tell exactly what they are doing and wonder if you should turn away. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you move a little closer. When you realize who the couple is, you feel a jolt of surprise. Derrick Milton, the owner of the tavern has Samantha Potter pinned against the tree. Derrick's wife died years before, but Samantha was //supposedly// happily married to Francis Potter, the head of the town council. You watch a little longer as they rut, taking in the sights and sounds. Samantha is clearly enjoying it, and she presses her butt back against Derrick's cock. With each powerful thrust, Derrick's skin slaps against Samantha's plush butt cheeks, and he pulls her curvy body towards him with his rough hands. The scene causes you to flush, feeling more than a little aroused by both the infidelity and the voyeurism. As you watch, Derrick's thrusts become more desperate, signalled by both an increase in tempo, and greater force. Samantha takes each thrust with a moan, and her body is slammed forward, pressing her large breasts against the tree. Finally, Derrick clenches his muscular ass, grinding his cock deeper into Samantha's cunt. You see his seed leak out, running down Samantha's quivering thigh to drip into the grass. You sneak away before the couple can recover, delighted by the bit of gossip you just witnessed, and a little horny.<</if>> [[Return|Witch's Hut]]

As you walk through the forest, you come upon a gnarled old tree. Its bark is smooth except where it has been eaten away by animals. It even looks like branches have been cut off in places. When you draw near, you see that it is an Adicia tree. You remember that you can use the leaves to create potions, and quickly set to harvesting some. After you get a nice bundle, you return home and check Gerta's journal for instructions on how to prepare the leaves. You hang them over the fireplace to dry them out, making sure to discard any of the leaves that turn black. [[Return home.|Witch's Hut]] <<set $adicialeaves += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Adicia Leaves!");<</script>>\

You take your bag and wander into the forest in search of some herbs. You pass ancient trees whose dense canopies shade the underbrush. Birds accompany your walk with cheerful songs. Eventually you happen across a small glade containing wildflowers. You immediately spot some chamomile and pick the stems, careful not to disturb the delicate petals. You wrap the plants in burlap and carry them back to your hut in your bag where you can dry them for use in potions or even just some tea. <<set $chamomile += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Chamomile!");<</script>>\ [[Return home.|Witch's Hut]]

You take your bag and wander into the woods, searching for herbs to use in your potions. After a while, however, you lose focus and wander, lost in your thoughts. You keep daydreaming until you realize you have come to a clearing. Inside the clearing is a small pond with an aged dock and shabby hut. You recognize the place as Gregor's hut, even though you've never seen it before. The hut and the man who lives there were the subject of many rumors, often claiming that young women would disappear after walking in the area. You don't feel worried, because Gerta, your mentor, dispelled all of those rumors. She knew Gregor when he was younger, and told you that he just preferred living alone ever since the death of his wife. You are about to turn away when his door creaks open and Gregor himself walks out. You recognize him from the rare times he came to town, although he looks older than you remember. He walks to the end of the dock, carrying a fishing pole, and casts into the pond. You wonder if there's even anything big enough to be worth catching in the stagnant pond. You notice that he carries a canvas net, perfect for catching fish, but even better for catching bugs. You wonder if you could interest him in a trade. You walk over to him, expecting him to hear you approach, but you get all the way to the dock without him indicating he is aware of your presence. "Gregor!" You call, causing him to jump. "Sorry to startle you. I'm $name, Gerta's apprentice." "Oh, yes. I remember you. You were always running around trying to help, sometimes even when you didn't know how. What brings you out here?" "I was just wandering through the forest when I stumbled upon your clearing. I noticed your net, and I was wondering if I could trade anything for it." Gregor looks down as if realizing for the first time that he is holding the net. "Oh, this? I don't use it much, and I suppose I would be willing to part with it. Just do me a favor and bring me some alcohol from Derrick's. It gets pretty boring out here sometimes and I could use something to quench my thirst." You thought it would be more difficult than that and so you quickly agree. "Just bring it back here, and don't be afraid to stop by from time to time, I could always use someone to check on me." Gregor's voice sounds tired. "I'll be sure to," You respond, turning to walk back to your hut. "One more thing," Gregor calls, "Don't go into the water. I know it looks like a cow pond, but this little puddle is actually the entrance to an underwater cave. It goes down real deep, and who knows what lives down there." You get the impression from his tone that he has some idea of what lurks beneath the murky water. The thought of slipping in and instead of hitting mud, sinking into a vast underwater chasm causes you to shiver. You make a mental note not to get too close and head home to your hut. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<run $quests.push("FishermanTrade")>> <<script>>$.notify("Quest Added: Aquiring a Net", "info");<</script>> <<run $forestcommon.delete("FindFishermanHut")>> <<set $fishermanhut to 1>>

You take your bag and wander into the forest in search of some herbs. After walking through the underbrush for a while you see what looks like some ginseng. You grip the plant tightly at the base and pull on it, tearing its roots free from the leafy soil. You shake it off, knocking the excess clumps of dirt off of the stringier extremities of the root. The earthy smell of forest soil fills your nostrils and you breathe it in, reveling in the natural scent. You toss the root in you bag and begin working on another, collecting many of the plants but being careful not to gather them all. Afterwards, you return home with your spoils and add them to the rest of your ginseng root to dry. <<set $ginseng += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Ginseng!");<</script>> [[Return home.|Witch's Hut]]

You take your bag and wander into the forest in search of some herbs. After walking through the underbrush for a while you spot the signature heart shaped leaves of the Lekkaroot plant. You grip the plant tightly at the base and pull on it, tearing its roots free from the leafy soil. You shake it off, knocking the excess clumps of dirt off of the stringier extremities of the root. The earthy smell of forest soil fills your nostrils and you breathe it in, reveling in the natural scent. You toss the root in you bag and begin working on another, collecting many of the plants but being careful not to gather them all. Afterwards, you return home with your spoils and add them to the rest of your lekkaroot to dry. <<set $lekkaroot += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Lekkaroot!");<</script>> [[Return home.|Witch's Hut]]

You walk through the woods aimlessly, searching for anything that might be useful for your potions, but also just enjoying the atmosphere of the forest. The gentle breeze which swirls through the leaves accompanies you as you wander, swaying the branches around you and cooling the air around you pleasantly. You stop suddenly, and stare at a strange vine which coils around a young oak tree. What caught your attention initially is the strange smell emanating from the vine. It is at once chemical and earthy, a smell that you're sure indicates the vine has some use. You make a few cuttings from the vine, storing the bits of potent smelling greenery in your bag. <<set $marestvine += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Marest Vine!");<</script>>\ [[Return home.|Witch's Hut]]

You head into the forest walking and cutting sprigs of various plants you find. $catname pads along beside you, occasionally meowing at you as you wander deeper into the woods. After walking for a while you smell a saccharine odor. $catname seems to smell it as well, and immediately scrambles away. Whatever the smell is, $catname doesn't like it. You, however, are curious to find the source of the sweet scent. You press onward, and eventually arrive at what you think is the source. The flowers in front of you hang from vines that strangle the oak they cling to. Bright pink petals encircle faded teal stamen which dissipate pollen into the air as the wind rustles them. You feel yourself get a little lightheaded as you inhale the heady mix, but you know you have to have it. As you diligently collect the pollen into a glass container, you begin to giggle to yourself uncontrollably. Something about the sweet haze around you makes your mind feel cloudy, as if you're watching yourself from a distance. After you're satisfied with your pollen collection, you walk away from the flowers, still finding it difficult to focus on what you're doing. The effect remains even once you leave the radius of the pollen, keeping you intoxicated until you are almost back to your hut. You are sure you can find some use for the pollen. <<set $mesmerpollen += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Mesmer Pollen!");<</script>>\ [[Return home.|Witch's Hut]]

You take your bag and head into the deep forest. Moonlight filters down through the canopy, illuminating random patches of the forest floor. After walking for a while through the denser parts of the undergrowth, you spot something interesting. A delicate, pale blue flower is blooming beneath an old oak tree. You quickly recognize the flower as Spectrewort, and harvest its petals, letting them gently tumble into a silken bag. You are careful to crumple the petals as little as possible to preserve their anesthetic properties. Once you are content, you return to your hut with the rare herb and then head to bed. [[Continue|SleepEvent]] <<set $spectrewort += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Spectrewort!");<</script>>\

<<set _random to random(100)>> <<if _random < 60>> <<set _event to $forestcommon.random()>> <<elseif _random < 96>> <<set _event to $forestrare.random()>> <<else>> <<set _event to $forestveryrare.random()>> <</if>> <<set $energy -= 1>> <<goto _event>>

You head out into the forest once it gets dark and take your time wandering between the trees, enjoying the sounds. The chirp of insects, hooting of owls, and occasional sounds of frogs make the night-time forest a completely different auditory experience from the daytime soundscape. You wander through the woods for a while, letting your intuition guide you. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem very reliable today. Although you stay out of trouble, you don't exactly find anything worthwhile either. Once you start to get sleepy, you turn around and find your way back to your hut, excited to get a little bit of sleep before morning. [[Continue|SleepEvent]]

<<set _random to random(100)>> <<if _random < 60>> <<set _event to $forestnightcommon.random()>> <<else>> <<set _event to $forestnightrare.random()>> <</if>> <<set $energy -= 3>> <<goto _event>>

<<first>>\ You give in to your curiosity and go to catch another hornet. <<finally>>\ You give in to your desires and go to catch another hornet. <</first>>\ It doesn't take long for you to get one in your net, and you carry it a little ways away before plopping down on a bed of moss. Carefully, you pull the insect from the cloth. It writhes and buzzes angrily in your fingers and you see its stinger pulsating aggressively, desperate to sting its attacker. Fortunately your experience with the creatures allows you to avoid a premature stinging. You spread your legs, and with your free hand you pull your skirt up to your waist. You deftly pull the crotch of your panties to the side, noticing that your pussy is already starting to glisten with arousal. Your fingertips move with experience, coaxing your clit to attention and pushing back its sheath. A soft moan escapes your full lips. <<first>>\ //Am I really about to do this?// you ask yourself. You know the answer is yes. You've come too far already. <<finally>>\ //Am I really doing this again?// you ask yourself. Of course you are. How could you not come back for more after last time. <</first>>\ Your heart races as you lower the hornet to your clit, making sure to line the stinger up with your pleasure bud. As soon as there's contact, the insect pierces you with its lengthy stinger. "Ahhh!" You gasp in pain, accidentally letting go of the hornet in shock. The angry insect latches on to your clit and stings it repeatedly, pumping its stinger into your flesh like a lover. When it injects its venom into you, the pain almost immediately turns to a burning arousal. <<first>>\ //Fuck! This is so much more intense than I expected!// You can't believe that you would have even thought to subject yourself to something so perverse, but you can't deny the mind blowing pleasure of it. <<finally>>\ "Fuck yes! That's so fucking good! Sting me more! Turn me into nothing but a brainless slut!" you scream, letting yourself give in entirely to the familiar sensation.\ <</first>>\ Your clit begins to swell, turning a deep red as more and more venom pumps into it. You can't help but moan as your it engorges beyond its normal limit. Every beat of your heart radiates pure pleasure from your abused clit, causing your face to flush and your nipples to tighten. Your first orgasm comes on fast. You scream as your pussy clenches and sprays a jet of femcum onto the moss. As your muscles spasm you buck you hips into the air. Fortunately for your sanity, the sudden moisture causes the hornet to let go and fly off to rejoin its compatriots, leaving you writhing and drooling on the ground. Your thoughts are only of pleasure now, and you thrust your fingers into your pussy, fucking yourself with abandon. As the venom's effects progress toward their peak, you start to cum from even the slightest brush against your clit. Femcum leaks and spurts from your cunt almost continuously, watering the soft moss beneath you. Your moans and whines become a part of the forest ambiance joining the wet sounds of your shameless masturbation. You've completely given yourself over to the chemical pleasure of the hornet venom. Hours pass before the lust subsides enough for you to stop masturbating. //That was incredible.// You're still lying almost naked on the moss, panting and sweating from the exertion. The swelling of your clit seems to have subsided a little bit, but still not enough for it to slide back into its sheath. You can still feel the last vestiges of the venom's effects, but you're too exhausted to keep going. You move the crotch of your panties back into place and immediately gasp with pleasure again. Your clit is still engorged enough to poke up under the slick fabric. Your heartbeat causes the bud to pulse slightly, but just enough that it slides against the fabric. You try to ignore it and stand up, making it a few steps before your body tightens up once again. "Fuck!" you gasp through clenched teeth as another orgasm rips through you. You fall to your hands and knees panting. //This isn't going to work.// Carefully you remove you drenched panties and put them in your satchel. Having your pussy exposed to the air is a little embarrassing, but who's going to see you out here? You head home, walking slightly bow legged to avoid further orgasms. Despite your efforts you have to stop and lean on a tree at least twice along the way as you oversensitive pussy spasms in ecstasy. By the time you make it back to your hut, your thighs are dripping with a fresh batch of femcum. <<first>>\ Once you fully recover, you reflect on the experience. Your experiment was an undeniable success. The thought of doing it again is exhausting, but you know you'll probably be back. <<finally>>\ Once you fully recover you think back over the experience you've come to enjoy so much. Already you're tempted to do it again. You find yourself mentally working out how soon you can head out looking for more hornets. <</first>>\ [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<set $energy to 0>>

You take your bag from where it hangs on your chair and head out into the woods. After wandering through the trees for a while you decide to take a quick rest on a fallen log. <<if $hasNet is true>>\ You see the hornets nest again, and the familiar buzzing makes your stomach turn with anticipation. This time, however, you have a net with you. You pull it from your bag and carefully approach the source of the buzzing. Hornets swarm the nest, but a few fly further, hovering and watching you to make sure you are no threat to the hive. It is these which you are after, and you leap suddenly toward one, scooping it from the air with a swipe of your net. As soon as you have it you dash away, evading any hornets you might have startled with the sudden move. You twirl the net once, trapping the hornet inside, and when you reach a safe distance, you hold the net up in the air. Rays of sunlight penetrate the tough fabric, revealing the outline of your dazed prisoner. You waste no time, preparing one of the vials your mentor used to extract snake venom. The small glass capsule has a thin membrane made of soft leather stretched over the top, and you gently slip the top into the net, taunting the hornet. It takes a moment for the hornet to navigate his cloth prison, but after a second he finds the vial and attacks, stinging the membrane repeatedly. You watch as droplets of venom trickle from the stinger into the vial. Filling it about a fourth of the way, you continue the process with a few others. You are careful not to let yourself get stung, even though you know it might be a fun distraction. Once the vial is full, you replace the membrane with a cork. <<if hasVisited("HornetExperiment")>>\ As you collected the venom, you couldn't help but remember the pleasurable experience of using the hornets. Maybe you should catch another one... <<else>>\ As you're about to leave, a devious thought pops into your head. What would happen if you made one of the hornets sting you? It could be an enjoyable experience... <</if>>\ [[Catch another hornet|HornetExperiment]] <<set $hornetvenom += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Hornet Venom!");<</script>> [[Return|Witch's Hut]] <<else>>\ <<set $hornetvenom to 0>> <<set $player.tempboobadj to "swollen">>\ A little ways away, you hear the sound of buzzing. It takes a second for you to locate the sound, but when you do, you see a hornet's nest swarming with large hornets. You move close to the nest, trying to identify the hornets. Perhaps they could be useful for some sort of potion. As you draw close, however, the hornets buzz more frantically. You start to wonder if this is a good idea. From your closer vantage point, you can make out bright red markings on the hornets' backs, but you are most surprised by their size. Each hornet is nearly as long as your pinky finger, and you make out their lengthy stingers. The sight makes you shudder with fear. You are about to turn away when you hear a loud buzz and then feel a pressure on your shirt. Immediately you let out a shriek, and your hand flies to your chest, crushing one of the hornets. It's too late, though, and you feel a stinging sensation on your $player.breastnoun. You pull your bag onto your other shoulder and run from the hornets' nest until you lose your breath. As you run, the pain slowly fades and you eventually calm down, stopping and looking around to make sure you're alone. It is unlikely that anyone else would be so far out in the forest, but you check anyway from force of habit before pulling off your shirt. As it slides off of you, it reveals your $player.boobadj breasts, the soft fabric brushing against your skin and sending a strange shiver down your back. You look down at your bare $player.breastnoun and gasp as you notice the angry looking welt left by the hornet. You are surprised it managed to sting you through your shirt. Around the welt, your skin is flushed, and both breasts are slightly swollen. Despite your injury, the warm forest air feels surprisingly good against your bare $player.breastnoun. You pull a salve from your bag and are about to put it onto the sting when you notice a slight tingling in your $player.breastnoun. It is oddly nice, and you feel the urge to spread the salve all over your chest. Hesitantly, you touch a finger, coated in salve, to the puffed up sting. Immediately you feel a shiver run up and down your back and you gasp again, this time in pleasure rather than surprise. The sensation is so good that you press your fingers against the sting, massaging it tenderly. Every brush of your fingers nearly makes you moan, but the only sound in the clearing is the wet shlicking sound of salve being massaged into skin. The sound reminds you of other possibilities, however, and you notice just how pent up you are. You could masturbate right here in the woods, and it strikes you that it would be a pretty witchy thing to do. <<linkreplace "Masturbate" t8n>> You look up at the sky and notice it is getting dark soon, but decide you are too horny not to masturbate. You lay down on a soft patch of moss and hike up your skirt revealing your $player.genitalnoun. Because of the pleasure in your $player.breastnoun, your $player.vagina pussy is already wet. You move your right hand down to jill yourself while keeping your other hand on your $player.breastnoun. Both are incredibly sensitive, and it is almost as if the pleasure from your $player.breastnoun is more intense than the pleasure from masturbating. The sensation is like no other, and before long you are squirming on the moss, plunging your fingers into your hot cunt and moaning loudly. Your other hand mauls your swollen tits, each touch sending shocks and jolts through your body. Slowly you lose yourself to pleasure. Strangely, your orgasm starts in your chest, where your skin tingles and explodes with sensation. You scream out and buck your hips forward, dripping juices onto the already damp moss. <<if $player.penislength > 0>> Your hard cock pulses a few times as your pleasure spreads across it, and after a second, jets of cum spray from the tip, spattering your <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> breasts. The slimy cum hitting your swollen skin just causes you to moan more as each rope initiates a wave of tingling pleasure. Finally your cock stops shooting and bobs up and down as your muscles spasm. <</if>> After you relax, you pull your wet fingers from your womanhood and brush the leaves and dirt from your $player.butt butt. You slide your discarded clothes back on, gasping again as you put on your shirt. Your skin is still sensitive, but significantly more manageable. You decide that you could really use the hornet venom in potions if only you could find a way to capture one. <</linkreplace>>\ [[Return|Witch's Hut]] <</if>>

You head out into the chilly night, ducking quickly between the trees. You aren't sure if it's because of the brisk air this evening or some preternatural sense of yours, but you feel yourself getting goosebumps. <<if $flags.includes("WolfPelt")>> You pull the wolf fur coat around you tighter to keep out the chill. You're glad you brought it with you.<</if>> You wander for a while, searching for any ingredients which might be useful, sticking to familiar paths through the forest. There's enough moonlight to guide you, but something about the forest tonight seems almost malicious, as if it wants you to wander just off of the ground you know. Bushes scratch and pull at your skirt a little more than usual, reaching their thorny hands out to torment you as you press onward. In the distance you hear a wolf howl, the ominous sound cutting through the strangely silent night. Where are the familiar sounds of insects this evening? You wander for an hour before deciding to turn back empty handed, but just as you hear the snapping of a branch from the shadows. You freeze, training your ears towards the startling noise. You swear you hear the faint crepitation of fallen leaves but you can't quite place the sound. The sickening feeling of being watched creeps over you. Your heart catches when you see two glowing dots in the woods, glinting in the moonlight for just a second. Every scary story Gerta ever told you flashes through your mind, which makes the worst of the creatures and dangerous of your imagination. Still none can compare with the real knowledge that you are being stalked. Your body makes a decision in a flash before your mind can react, and you turn to race back towards your hut. Another howl echoes through the forest, so close that it seems to be coming from every direction at once. The crashing of your feet against the forest floor is joined by the sound of paws, crashing through the undergrowth. You know you won't be able to outrun a wolf. Still, you make it pretty far before you catch your first glimpse of silver fur and snarling teeth. You sense that the wolves can tell you're different than their usual prey, not that it makes them any less eager to catch you. You reach into your bag and pull a ground pepper powder, really a seasoning more than anything else, but still enough to throw in the wolf's direction. You hear whining and feel a triumphant swell in your stomach as the wolf falls away, but the triumph is short lived as you hear another wolf gaining on you. Again you're able to repel your assailant with a bit of spice powder, but its the last you have. You need to find a place to escape to, and you scan the woods desperately for a tree low enough to jump into. You see one just as you hear a third wolf close in behind you. He's large enough that you hear the thud of his feet on the earthy forest floor, and close enough that you can almost feel his hot breath on you. You don't have time to look back. <<if $flags.includes("WolfPelt") && !$flags.includes("NoBeast")>>\ You jump for the branch, but you miscalculate just how high it is, tumbling to the ground in a heap. You quickly get up onto your hands and knees and freeze, bracing for sharp claws to tear through your wolf-fur. Curiously, nothing happens. You shakily turn your head to look behind you and see a massive silver wolf eyeing you curiously. From your position on all fours, the wolf is nearly three feet taller than you, and close enough that he could pounce before you're even able to stand. //Why hasn't he attacked?// Your heart is still racing, but your senses start to return from the realm of fight or flight. //Maybe I can make my way to the tree if I do it slowly.// You start to stand, but the wolf immediately growls, forcing you to freeze again. His lips curl just enough to reveal two sharp canine teeth poking from the fur of his maw. Slowly and curiously, the wolf pads towards you and you feel your muscles tightening, bracing for the worst. Your skin tingles as hot breath greets your calves, and you shiver involuntarily. You can hear the gigantic wolf sniffing you, trying to identify the strange mixture of scents. You realize suddenly that he might be confused by the wolf-fur coat you're wearing. Does he think you're friend or foe? The wolf fur and your fear sweats aren't the only scents to intrigue the large lupine inspecting you, however. You feel him push his snout under the fur coat, under your skirt, and up against your panties. The absurdity of this being one of your last experiences almost makes you laugh, but then the wolf pushes his cold wet nose hard against your pussy, almost making you fall forward. He drinks in the musky scent with no concern for how odd this might feel for you. //Please leave me alone, please leave me alone.// You silently beg, still to afraid to entertain the fear of anything but being eaten. Hot breath against your thighs and the insistent push of the wolf's snout against your slit aren't enough to awaken any arousal within you, or at least none that you're aware of. When the wolf licks you, that changes. His long tongue brushes over the crotch of your panties, and you gasp. Fear and arousal begin to mix in your mind when he licks you again, and unbidden, your pussy begins to grow slick. //What is happening?// you think, unable to make sense of the strange sensations and their unusual source. When the wolf tastes your arousal leaking onto his tongue he seems to get excited, lapping more eagerly at your panties. You thank the Gods for that thin strip of fabric, separating you from the beasts powerful tongue. You thank them too soon. Wanting more, the wolf gently bites at the fabric and tears it away with a whip of his head. You're almost dragged backward by the force, and let out a squeak of shock. Your slick pussy lips feel cold as the forest air washes over them, but the chill is quickly replaced by the hot breath of your beastly tormentor. His tongue lashes your bare pussy, dragging over your clit delightfully. You accidentally moan when another lick comes. //Fuck! What is happening to me. Am I really getting turned on by this?// You shamefully admit you are as the wolf assaults you with his tongue, making you pant and whine. //How is his tongue so good?// You feel the pleasure begin to well in your pussy and worry you might actually come from being licked by the wolf. Mercifully however, the wolf steps away, and you you catch your breath, trying to ignore the mixture of your fluids and wolf slobber thats running down your thighs. //Oh thank the Gods, he's leaving me alone!// You think, but you're still a little disappointed that you didn't get any relief. You're about to stand up when you feel the wolf step over you, blocking what little moonlight filtered through to the ground in front of you. Now his hot breath is on your neck, and the fear begins to return. "Please" you whisper, knowing the wolf doesn't understand you. A second later you feel something hot and hard slide against your thighs. When it presses up against your drooling slit, you shiver. //Oh Gods no, please. Anything but that!// you pray. Its one thing to be licked by a wolf, but its another thing all together to be made into his bitch. A powerful thrust from the wolf makes your arms give out and you collapse to the forest floor, ass up lewdly. Another thrust slides the powerful shaft of the wolfs cock against your lips, hot, dry flesh slides across your clit, reigniting the fire of arousal that had just faded, but mercifully it doesn't go in. He was bound to find his mark eventually, however, and when you feel the hot tip dribble lupine precum against your cunt you groan. //He's really going to take me right here in the forest.// you think to yourself. Before the wolf can thrust again, you make a final desperate attempt at escape, crawling forward with the last of your energy. Your daring escape only serves to frustrate the wolf. He growls another warning and gives you a gentle but firm bite on the shoulder. His teeth press into your skin as he holds you in place, ready to be claimed, and you can only whimper as he prepares his next thrust. When his cock presses forward again, the pointed tip spreads your sopping folds and finds its true aim. "No pl-" Immediately he presses forward, impaling you painfully on his rod, every inch ramming inside you with bestial force. You feel almost impossibly full for a moment before he withdraws his cock again, exposing the crimson shaft to the air once more. It's length shimmers in the moonlight, coated with your shameful fluids. //This isn't happening, this can't be happening.// "Ahhh!" you scream into the leaves as the wolf begins to fuck you. Still, despite the pain and humiliation of being taken by such an animal, the discomfort of being stretched out quickly turns into pleasure. The strange cock takes you deeper than any human would be capable of, but despite the incompatibility, your body reacts naturally to the rapid pounding. You try to fight the sensations. You try think of how disgraceful this coupling is and how embarrassed you are to be in this position. But no matter much you fight to retain what little dignity you have left, you can't ignore the sloppy sound of your cut being claimed by this beast. Every slap his body against your ass is accompanied by the wet squelch of you fuckhole. //When was the last time I got this wet for anyone?// Soon you can't fight it any more. //NO, NO, NO!// you think, but your resistance is quickly overwhelmed with pure ecstasy. "Ahhhh fuckk!" you moan as your body tightens up. the wolf doesn't relent for a moment as you cum around his cock, all your resistance leaving you until you're grinding your ass back against him. No human has ever fucked you this good before, and it drives the thoughts from your head, leaving you an eager hole for your lupine lover. You drool and moan almost constantly as he continues to take you, letting yourself enjoy the animal lust of the wolf. As he speeds up you feel something swell at the base of his cock, a bump that is nearly twice the girth of his cock at its thickest, and which slams punishingly against your clit, threatening you with another orgasm. //His knot!// You feel the wolf's desperation increase and match his force with your own, pushing your body against his in a show of brazen lust. When the wolf's thick knot slips inside you, you reach another orgasm, this time squirting your slutty cum around his bestial cock. You don't care anymore that you're being taken by a wolf. All you want is his cum inside you. You whimper and shake as he fucks his knot into you, making you act like the breeding bitch you are. At last he comes, the knot sealing your stretched pussy tight. Every drop of his bestial semen surges into your cunt and womb. Spurt after boiling spurt flows into you until you feel it threatening to dribble out even around the girthy knot. You are a drooling moaning mess, eyes rolled back as you bask in this powerful seeding. In your lust addled state you find yourself hoping it takes. You picture it pouring into you and cum again harder than you ever have before. "God yes!" is the only legible sound you make. The rest is whimpers and whorish moans. Having fertilized his bitch, the wolf soon loses interest in you, turning to face the opposite way. The rotation of his cock inside you only causes you to gasp as your pussy threatens to send you into another orgasm. You try to catch your breath and regain your sanity. You feel a little bit of shame return to you just as the wolf begins to walk away, ignoring the fact that your pussy is still locked tightly around his knot. It pulls against your pussy, redoubling the pleasure coursing through you. You feel your body dragged almost three feet through the dead leaves of the forest floor before your pussy finally releases and the knot literally pops free. A smaller orgasm hits you and you whimper as your lovers seed spills from your abused lips. //So much wasted on the forest floor!// You drift to sleep, reveling in your abjection knowing the guilt will come later. When you come to, faint memories of your pleasure return dreamlike at first, but soon the sticky ache between your legs forces you to come to terms with what actually happened, as well as how much you actually enjoyed it. //What is wrong with me?// you wonder. As much as you enjoyed it in the moment, you feel violated and guilty now, especially because you have to force yourself not to remember how good the wolf made you feel. You stand up slowly, feeling your thighs stick together. You're going to need to take a long bath in the river when you get back to town. Before you head home, you notice your panties, completely torn and tattered. //Can't wear those anymore.// You pull your wolf fur coat back around you and head home just as the sunrise begins to filter through the trees around you. <<if !$perks.includes("Beast-Curious")>>\ <<run $perks.pushUnique("Beast-Curious")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Perk Acquired: Beast-Curious");<</script>>\ <</if>>\ <<else>>\ You leap for the branch and you fingers close around it just in time for you to pull yourself up and away from the snarling jaws of the wolf. You clamber higher into the branches, finally turning to look at your pursuer. The wolf below almost glows in the moonlight, and you see his angry eyes watching you hungrily. He howls beneath you in frustration, but can't seem to find a way up. You chuckle with relief, and wait for the wolf to get tired of you. It takes a while, but eventually he stalks off, leaving you free to head home. You stick close to the trees as you do, wary about every noise around you, but fortunately you make it home safely with no sign of your pursuers. <</if>>\ [[Continue|SleepEvent]]

You flip to a page labelled "Adicia Leaves". Gerta has a detailed sketch of the leaves and instructions on how to prepare them. In the notes, she mentions that the leaves are mundane if consumed alone, but when combined with certain ingredients the leaves my be used to put a subject into a receptive state where exposure to certain stimulus may cause addiction and even dependence. Once this addiction is activated, future consumption of the adicia leaves acts as a trigger for cravings. She also notes that the enzymes in the leaves will react with water, causing it to quickly evaporate unless combined with some sort of stabilizing ingredient. Gerta notes that she has had some success stabilizing the leaves with ginseng. <<link "Keep Reading">><<dialogclose>><<popup "Journal" "Journal" "menu">><</link>> <<button "Close Journal">><<dialogclose>><</button>> <<run $forestrare.pushUnique("FindAdiciaLeaves")>>

Your mentor's notes on Chamomile are brief, describing the flower and instructions on making it into tea. It causes minor drowsiness which can be exaggerated by the addition of other ingredients. <<link "Keep Reading">><<dialogclose>><<popup "Journal" "Journal" "menu">><</link>> <<button "Close Journal">><<dialogclose>><</button>>

The page of your mentor's journal on ginseng has a drawing of the root and the leaves of the plant for easier identification. Gerta's notes describe the plant as a cure all. Although she is skeptical about the extent of the plant's healing properties, she notes it has proven effective in reducing aches and pains. <<link "Keep Reading">><<dialogclose>><<popup "Journal" "Journal" "menu">><</link>> <<button "Close Journal">><<dialogclose>><</button>>

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There is a drawing of a Lekkaroot plant, a common herb. The description is familiar to you. Your mentor described the plant as a weak aphrodisiac, which in combination with other herbs may become much more powerful. She also wrote that if combined with certain ingredients, the herb may cause sexual arousal more powerful than if used generally. The herb is popular with many of the older men in town when they cannot produce a child. <<link "Keep Reading">><<dialogclose>><<popup "Journal" "Journal" "menu">><</link>> <<button "Close Journal">><<dialogclose>><</button>>

You open up the journal to a page titled "Lepidenum Oil". Unlike many of the other pages which were written by Gerta, this one is scrawled in your own hand. You describe the oil's amazing properties and the ease with which it is absorbed into the skin. You also have a note about it's powerful effects when combined with hornet venom. <<link "Keep Reading">><<dialogclose>><<popup "Journal" "Journal" "menu">><</link>> <<button "Close Journal">><<dialogclose>><</button>>

The page on Marest vine is written in your own hand. You have a drawing of the vine and describe its powerful acidic scent. Below you have a space to detail a few of the ingredient's effects. <<if $flags.includes("MarestConsumed")>> You note that the vine appears to have no effects when consumed orally.<</if>> <<if $flags.includes("MarestOil")>> You also note the powerful effects of the vine when combined with lepidenum oil. As clinically as possible you describe the expansion and growth properties of the vine when absorbed through the skin." <</if>> <<link "Keep Reading">><<dialogclose>><<popup "Journal" "Journal" "menu">><</link>> <<button "Close Journal">><<dialogclose>><</button>>

Gerta's Notes on mesmer pollen mention that only the pollen of the flower has any effect. //When near the flowers, makes anyone who inhales it more vulnerable to suggestion. This effect is greatly diminished when consumed orally, unless combined with a depressant such as alcohol or chamomile.// Next to the notes there is a drawing of the flower, which looks similar to a sunflower. <<link "Keep Reading">><<dialogclose>><<popup "Journal" "Journal" "menu">><</link>> <<button "Close Journal">><<dialogclose>><</button>>

The page on Spectrewort describes the pale blue flower. It is an uncommon herb that causes numbing, and can be an anesthetic. <<link "Keep Reading">><<dialogclose>><<popup "Journal" "Journal" "menu">><</link>> <<button "Close Journal">><<dialogclose>><</button>>

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<<widget "ingredients">>\ <<if $numingredients <= 2>> Chamomile $chamomile <<if $chamomile > 0 && $ingredients.includes("chamomile") == 0>><<link "Add" "AddChamomile">><<potion add chamomile>><</link>><</if>> Ginseng $ginseng <<if $ginseng > 0 && $ingredients.includes("ginseng") == 0>><<link "Add" "AddGinseng">><<potion add ginseng>><</link>><</if>> Lekkaroot $lekkaroot <<if $lekkaroot > 0 && $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot") == 0>><<link "Add" "AddLekkaroot">><<potion add lekkaroot>><</link>><</if>> <<if $spectrewort > 0>> Spectrewort $spectrewort <<if $ingredients.includes("spectrewort") == 0>><<link "Add" "AddSpectrewort">><<potion add spectrewort>><</link>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $hornetvenom > 0>> Hornet Venom $hornetvenom <<if $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom") == 0>><<link "Add" "AddHornetVenom">><<potion add hornetvenom>><</link>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $animaflower > 0>> Anima Flower $animaflower <<if $ingredients.includes("animaflower") == 0>><<link "Add" "AddAnimaFlower">><<potion add animaflower>><</link>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $adicialeaves > 0>> Adicia Leaves $adicialeaves <<if $ingredients.includes("adicialeaves") == 0>><<link "Add" "AddAdiciaLeaves">><<potion add adicialeaves>><</link>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $marestvine > 0>> Marest Vine $marestvine <<if $ingredients.includes("marestvines") == 0>><<link "Add" "AddMarestVine">><<potion add marestvine>><</link>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $mesmerpollen > 0>> Mesmer Pollen $mesmerpollen <<if $ingredients.includes("mesmerpollen") == 0>><<link "Add" "AddMesmerPollen">><<potion add mesmerpollen>><</link>><</if>><</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<link "Finish Potion" "FinishPotion">><<set $numingredients to 0>><</link>>\ <</widget>>\

<<set $townvisited to 1>> <<goto "Witch's Hut">>

You grab your bag and head down the woodland path which leads to town. Vensbruck is about a half mile from your hut, but you enjoy the walk. The first sign of humanity you see are the thatched roofs of the town's houses, most arranged around the central square. Familiar faces smile at you as you walk through the dusty street towards the cobbled center of the town. The center square is full of people trading goods and gossiping. The people of Vensbruck live so far from the larger cities of the land that few people own or exchange actual coin. Instead, people barter for what they need and help each other survive, as it would be impossible to get by otherwise. Taxes are not collected in coin, but in grain, grown in the many farms surrounding the town. You always enjoyed the busy atmosphere of market day, and you make sure that you make yourself seen in case anyone needs anything. Fredrick Maples, a fisherman who lives near the river outside town stops you as you pass. "Afternoon, $name. I meant to stop over to your hut yesterday with a few salted perch, I can drop them off sometime this week," the burly man says with a smile. He is a large, friendly man who looks like he would be more suited to woodcutting or blacksmithing than fishing. Although he is in his forties, his hair is still dark. His beard, however, has bits of grey in it. "Thank you. If I'm not there when you stop by, just leave them for me," you respond graciously. All of the villagers are sure to send gifts from time to time because they know that as a healer, you never accept payment for your services. Fredrick nods at you and you catch him glance down at your chest for a moment before sheepishly turning his head. "Let me know if you need any of my medicine," You say with a smile. You know that as an attractive young woman, many of the men in the town have set their sights on you, but your mentor, Gerta taught you to make decisions for yourself, and with tricks of magic and potionmaking you have learned that you aren't afraid of anyone. Not that Fredrick's attention is dangerous at all, the man is respectable, and loves his wife Annalise deeply. You continue along the market, taking in the sights and smells. Jack, the chandler, is displaying a set of beautiful lavender candles and gives you one, which you slip into your bag with a thanks. You wander the market a little longer, giving anyone who needs your services time to seek you out, and then turn to leave. Before you exit the square, you hear a familiar voice. "$name!" You turn and see Margaret Dreyer, a girl your age who was just betrothed to Brendon Milton, the son of the tavernkeeper. You never got to spend much time with the other girls your age, but you know Margaret, or Maggie as everyone in town called her, better than almost any of the other townsfolk. She was always quiet and kind. Maggie was the sort of girl who would spend her time daydreaming about the future or praying in the chapel, and she somehow always manages to look perfect despite her modest attire. You knew that many of the boys had teased her frequently, probably because of her apparent lack of interest in them. She took it in stride, but always imagined the day of her marriage to a boy who would love her like a noble prince in a fairytale. You always thought she was naive. Still, Brendon, although he was a troublemaker in his youth, has grown quite mature under the strict guidance of his father, Derrick, and besides, he is strikingly handsome. Because of his work in the tavern, Brendon had achieved a muscular but not too brawny build. That and his curly chestnut hair meant it was impossible even for you not to notice him. Maggie had gotten lucky with the betrothal. "I need some medicine." Maggie's voice pulls you from your thoughts. "Of course," you say, "what do you need?" "I've been having some pain recently, in my stomach. It feels like cramps, but they haven't gone away in a few days. I'm worried it's something I ate." "Hmmmm, could be. I can whip something up for you, but it would take a day or so." "Oh thanks so much." Maggie responds, sounding immensely relieved. You could go on your way, but you can't resist knowing a little more about her and Brendon. "How are things going with your betrothal?" You ask. "Oh, with Brendon? He's wonderful. He takes me on walks through the forest and brings me gifts. I can't wait to be married, our wedding is going to be so beautiful, and I've already been picking out the songs for the choir. The afterparty will be at the tavern, which I've been meaning to tell Brendon how I want decorated," Maggie keeps talking exuberantly about her upcoming wedding and you almost regret asking. Finally, you make an excuse and slip away, telling Maggie you will stop by to drop off the potion tomorrow. As you leave town, you silently pray that no one else has any work for you. Luckily, no one does, and you make it back to your hut. At the door you are greeted by a curious looking black cat. The cat meows at you and you pet it with a smile, coaxing a soft purr from the feline. The cat lived outside around the hut, but your mentor had insisted that you shouldn't name it. Now, you decide it wouldn't hurt to give the cat a name. What should you name the cat? <<textbox "$catname" "Oliver">> [[Enter your hut.|Witch's Hut]] <<run $quests.push("Maggie1")>> <<script>>$.notify("Quest Added: A Potion for Maggie", "info");<</script>>

You are a witch, one of the few who are left in the land of Etania, and certainly the youngest. Orphaned at a young age, you were given to the healer in your hometown of Vensbruck as an apprentice. The healer was an ancient but spirited woman named Gerta. She taught you well and let you in on a secret known only to a select few, the secrets of potion making and magic. Your tutor trained you to respect the power of magic and to keep it hidden, for fear of what would happen if it fell into the wrong hands, as well as for fear of persecution. Most of the other witches in Etania had been hunted and exterminated years before, forcing the remaining witches to hide their activities. Although magic often seemed troublesome to you, you immediately took to the potionmaking, and you soon realized that there was a whole world of potions still to be discovered. After Gerta died and left her position as town healer to you, you realized that you alone would have the power to shape the future of the little town of Vensbruck. Will you manipulate the town for personal gain? Or will you guide it to thrive and grow? What is your name? <<textbox "$name" "Thalia">> [[Begin|Witch's Hut]]

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You head down to the library, stepping awkwardly as you get used to the strange feeling of the metal belt under your skirt. //How did I get myself into this!// you wonder. And to think you just wanted to satisfy some absentminded curiosity. In the library, it doesn't take you long to locate a dusty shelf full of various bestiaries. You pull the most promising ones from their places and sit on the floor to page through them by candlelight. Most of them have very little on cendwecks, describing familiar folk stories or simply describing physiology of the beasts. One has a description of an encounter in the wild, and claims that they're far more intelligent than the average wild horses. You come across one which purports, curiously, that they could even be communicated with to a certain extent, only magically of course. You're about to give up on finding anything particularly interesting when you find a beautiful illustrated bestiary with a long section on cendwecks. You flip to the pages and gasp when you see a beautifully drawn image of a cendweck surrounded by naked women, all lewdly fascinated by the beasts massive cock. The drawing is stylized, but the sinfulness of it makes your heart beat faster. You read the description of the illustration: //Besides their superior intelligence, another aspect which sets the male cendweck apart from the average stallion is the stimulating scent of its musk. The aphrodisiac properties of the musk are well documented in older record. There are even stories claiming that Princess Senya, known for her libertinism, took to copulating with the creatures, although these rumors may be merely pornographic fiction or perhaps attempts to discredit her family's rule.// The thought of someone letting the massive creature try to breed them makes you flush with shameful arousal. How would it feel to take such a creature? You mind wanders to memories of the stables. Unbidden, you move your hand underneath your skirt, only to brush your fingers against the glass of the chastity belt. //Shit, I forgot about that.// You try to ignore your growing arousal and turn the page, only to find another lewd illustration, this time of a cendweck mid orgasm, coating the breasts of a young woman with its semen. The book describes the image as typical of the multitude of erotic stories which popped up in the years after Princess Senya's brief stint as queen. You can hardly focus on the words, though. Your budding arousal grows into desperate need as you fantasize about Jenny, working Avalos' cock like the woman in the image. Every beat of your heart sends more blood to your clit, engorging it until it pokes out from its hood. It pulses but only expands as the belt keeps the blood from flowing back out. The result of this unexpected "feature" of the belt is that your clit begins to tingle in pure pleasure, forcing you deeper and deeper into arousal with no way back and no way to make yourself cum. //I need to calm down.// you think desperately, but you can't stop picturing taboo scenes of women pleasuring horsecock. //What is wrong with me?// Before long, even your waning sense of respectability and propriety gives way to arousal. You claw desperately at the belt, shaking with denied arousal. Your swollen, leaky pussy aches with need, but the belt denies any sensation. Your pussy is left dripping but untouched and your arousal slowly pools in the glass cup. "Please, please please!" you gasp aloud, but nobody hears you. Without any way to get release, you're left shuddering on the library floor until your candle burns low. Fortunately, before it burns out, your exhaustion overcomes your arousal. The frustration of denial is still strong, but you manage to shelve the books and head back upstairs to find Reya. ----- "Looks like the belt was a good idea. I wonder what you found down there?" Reya says with a smirk, clearly commenting on the pool of your juices which collected in the glass part of the belt. You look down, humiliated and unable to meet Reya's eyes. "Don't be ashamed, girl. There's nothing wrong with needing a little help to resist your urges." Reya's tone turns soft, soothing you as she pulls the belt from your skin. Red markings linger in the soft flesh of your hips where the metal pressed against you. When Reya removes the glass crotch, it comes away with a pop, leaving your pussy swollen and flushed. You feel heat in your cheeks as the smell of your pussy fills the air. You know Reya can smell it too. Despite your embarrassment, it takes all your willpower to keep from finally getting yourself off right then and there. "We will keep his for later," Reya says, almost to herself, before pouring your captured juices into a small glass bottle. "What are you doing with that?" you ask. "Hopefully you'll find out what I have planned for it soon. There are many uses for such things, religious or otherwise. You may go now." Her last sentence is clearly a command despite the soft tone. You decide not to think about it too much and head out of the church. Before you head home, however, you find a semi private spot in the bushes behind the church, hike up your skirt, and proceed to bring yourself to orgasm, fantasizing about submission, chastity, and, although you wouldn't admit it, the thought of Avalos. It doesn't take long before you're watering the bushes with your girlcum, finally achieving the pleasure that was denied to you. [[Head home|Continue]]

You wonder if there are any books in the library which can give you more information on cendwecks. //It can't hurt to ask.// "Hey Reya, I was wondering if you had any books in the library on cendwecks." "We should have some bestiaries down there. I take it you want to read them?" Reya asks. <<if $reya.corruption >= 4>>\ <<if $reya.dominance <= 0>>\ "Yes. I'll be down there for some time. You're free to help me find them if you'd like," you tell the priestess in a commanding tone. It's a tone you partially learned from her. "I, erm, have some preparation for a ceremony to do." You can tell that she's conflicted about saying no to you. If you had more time, you might discipline her. Instead you just shake your head disapprovingly. "Next time then." [[Head to the library|CendweckResearchRegular]] <<else>> "May I?" you ask submissively. "You may, but on one condition." Reya says with a smirk. You shudder thinking about what the condition might be. Reya walks to her wardrobe and pulls out a strange looking metal and glass contraption with a lock dangling from the front. You realize as she brings it to you that it is in the shape of panties. "It's a chastity belt, designed to keep you from giving in to certain...urges. I know you have problems with self control, so this should keep you from profaning the library with your lust." she tells you in an indifferent tone. "Now, panties off." You obey immediately, sliding your plain panties down and presenting yourself to the priestess. You can feel your slit moisten as the church air cools your pussy. Any resistance to the compromising position is overpowered by your desire to obey Reya. "Good girl." Reya says, unable to fully contain her lust as she eyes your exposed pussy. Without further commands, she kneels and slides the chastity belt up your legs and over your crotch. You gasp twice, first as the cold metal presses against the warmth of your thighs, and again when Reya tightens the belt around your hips. Metal digs into your soft flesh, not quite enough to feel painful but enough to feel restrictive. As the belt tightens, a piece of solid glass,rounded and embedded in the crotch cups your labia. It creates a gentle suction, slightly engorging your sensitive pussy while still keeping it visible for inspection, safe from lustful fingers inside its elegant glass prison. You feel your clit swell slightly, throbbing from the increased suction. If the chastity belt was designed to keep you from arousal, it isn't doing a great job. When Reya finishes fitting the belt on you, she locks it into place with an elegant silver key and then steps back to admire her work. Despite the secure seal on your pussy, your tight asshole remains exposed, left accessible by a what feels like an iron ring. You look down at the belt and blush as you realize you can already see the moisture glistening on your flushed pussy lips. "It's a perfect fit. You're free to go look for those books now." Reya tells you. You try to regain your composure. "Thank you, Reya," you say quickly before awkwardly hurrying down to the library. [[Look for the books...|CendweckChastityResearch]] <</if>> <<else>>\ "Yes that's what I was hoping." "You may look down for them if you like. I don't have time to help right now, but you should know the way they're organized by now." Reya says, fetching you a candle. [[Head to the library|CendweckResearchRegular]] <</if>>\

In the library, it doesn't take you long to locate a dusty shelf full of various bestiaries. You pull the most promising ones from their places and sit on the floor to page through them by candlelight. Most of them have very little on cendwecks, describing familiar folk stories or simply describing physiology of the beasts. One has a description of an encounter in the wild, and claims that they're far more intelligent than the average wild horses. You come across one which purports, curiously, that they could even be communicated with to a certain extent, only magically of course. You're about to give up on finding anything particularly interesting when you find a beautiful illustrated bestiary with a long section on cendwecks. You flip to the pages and gasp when you see a beautifully drawn image of a cendweck surrounded by naked women, all lewdly fascinated by the beasts massive cock. The drawing is stylized, but the sinfulness of it makes your heart beat faster. You read the description of the illustration: //Besides their superior intelligence, another aspect which sets the male cendweck apart from the average stallion is the stimulating scent of its musk. The aphrodisiac properties of the musk are well documented in older record. There are even stories claiming that Princess Senya, known for her libertinism, took to copulating with the creatures, although these rumors may be merely pornographic fiction or perhaps attempts to discredit her family's rule.// The thought of someone letting the massive creature try to breed them makes you flush with shameful arousal. How would it feel to take such a creature? You mind wanders to memories of the stables. Unbidden, you move your hand underneath your skirt and stroke yourself through your panties absentmindedly. When you realize what you're doing a moment later, you pull your hand up quickly, ashamed by how turned on your getting from such disgusting fantasies. You try to ignore your growing arousal and turn the page, only to find another lewd illustration, this time of a cendweck mid orgasm, coating the breasts of a young woman with its semen. The book describes the image as typical of the multitude of erotic stories which popped up in the years after Princess Senya's brief stint as queen. You can hardly focus on the words, though. Your budding arousal grows into desperate need as you fantasize about Jenny, working Avalos' cock like the woman in the image. Once again your hand drifts between your legs, but this time you let it find your clit, slowly working circles around it through your panties. You let the taboo image guide your fantasies, wondering what it would be like to wrap your own delicate hands around that enormous cock. You know the fantasy is deeply unnatural, but that only turns you on more. You imagine the musky scent of the beast's precum oozing from the tip and stroke yourself more eagerly, letting a finger slip inside of your slick pussy. Soon your skirt is hiked up, your panties are around your thighs, and you're openly masturbating. The scent of your own arousal is ripe and powerful in the stale air of the subterranean library, cutting through the smell of old books just as the sounds of your shlicking cuts through the silence. You fantasize about working with Jenny to make Avalos cum, then making love to her while coated in the horse's sticky ejaculate. It's a fantasy that might disgust you if you weren't already so aroused by the images in the book. In your state of lust, however, these thoughts only bring you closer to the edge. When the first wave of your orgasm hits you, you buck your hips against your fingers. You pussy clenches and then you feel yourself squirt. Your femcum arcs through the air, spattering on the book you were reading. You aren't in any position to worry about the damages, however, because you're currently trembling on the floor from the aftershocks of your orgasm. When the pleasure subsides, you shamefully readjust your panties and try to forget the taboo fantasies you just found so appealing. The evidence of your unnatural desires, however hard you try to forget, is there plain as day: a slightly damp illustration spattered and smelling faintly of your cunt. You close the book with a thump, hoping Reya doesn't find the page any time soon. ---- When you head back upstairs, you don't spend long talking to Reya about your "research". You make an excuse and then head home as soon as you can. As you walk back through the woods, you feel even more shame. Despite that feeling, the desires still lurk within you, threatening to excite your arousal once more. [[Continue]]

<<first>>\ <<goto "ChurchVisit">> <<finally>>\ <<if previous() == "Witch's Hut">>\ You leave your hut and walk to Vensbruck to go to the new church. You arrive and push open the oversized wooden door, crossing the threshold into the eerily quiet interior. Faces of gods and holy men watch you from paintings on the walls as you step into the candle lit chamber. The sound of your shoes tapping against the flagstone floor echoes, announcing your entry. At the end of the large hall are the five altars, forming a "V" shape not unlike the flight pattern of geese but farmore menacing. The marble of the altars has been carved into harsh angular shapes and the pattern on the front is complex and symmetrical like the shapes in a kaleidoscope. Regal looking statues of the gods flank the altars, staring out with blank eyes at the seating below. The hazy yellow light of the early morning sun shines through the stained glass windows, creating brilliant beams of colored light. The smoke from the ever burning incense causes the light to cut visibly through the air as if it were as concrete as the rest of the structure. There are a couple of townsfolk here even this early, sitting on the pews in silent prayer. You feel a little uncomfortable in the sacrosanct atmosphere. This is no place for a witch. Reya is likely in the meager living space behind the altars if you want to talk to her. <<else>>\ You are in the new church. Faces of gods and holy men watch you from paintings on the walls as you step into the candle lit chamber. The sound of your shoes tapping against the flagstone floor echoes, announcing your entry. At the end of the large hall are the five altars, forming a "V" shape not unlike the flight pattern of geese but farmore menacing. The marble of the altars has been carved into harsh angular shapes and the pattern on the front is complex and symmetrical like the shapes in a kaleidoscope. Regal looking statues of the gods flank the altars, staring out with blank eyes at the seating below. The hazy yellow light of the early morning sun shines through the stained glass windows, creating brilliant beams of colored light. The smoke from the ever burning incense causes the light to cut visibly through the air as if it were as concrete as the rest of the structure. There are a couple of townsfolk here even this early, sitting on the pews in silent prayer. You feel a little uncomfortable in the sacrosanct atmosphere. This is no place for a witch. Reya is likely in the meager living space behind the altars if you want to talk to her. <</if>>\ [[Talk to Reya|ReyaConversationStart]] <<if hasVisited("FirstChurchWork")>>[[Work at the church.|ChurchWork]] <<else>>[[Work at the church.|FirstChurchWork]]<</if>> [[Go Home.|Witch's Hut]] <</first>>\

Reya tells you to dust the statues and altars. <<if $reya.dominance < -10>> reya sub <<elseif $reya.dominance <= 0>> reya slightly sub <<elseif $reya.dominance < 10>> reya slightly dom <<else>> reya dom <</if>>

You take your bag and head into town. The day is overcast, bringing a welcome relief to the recent heat. The slightly cooler temperatures seem to have revitalized the previously groggy townsfolk. People are working outside, maintaining their houses and gardens. A small team of volunteer laborers works in the street, levelling some of the sunken cobbles in the main square. You take a break from walking, sitting on the steps in front of the new church. The church is far more grandiose than any of Vensbruck's other buildings, including the tavern. Although it would be modest in a larger city, the church's towering belfry and intricate stained glass windows make it a monumental wonder by the town's standards. Despite its designation as the new church, the building was completed nearly one hundred years ago, and started long before. New simply distinguished it from the smaller church on the outskirts of town. The old church now acted as a monastery for two monks whose main duties consisted of maintaining the town graveyard. Although you admire the palatial visage of the new church, you rarely enter. Your mentor, Gerta, had instilled in you a deep distrust of mysticism, instead favoring the more practical studies such as chemistry and the occult. Still, you attended church occasionally, just enough to erase any suspicion that you and Gerta were more than just healers. The Sundays at church followed by market day had proven to be some of the best days of your youth, and often the only time you would get to spend with kids your age. You are lost in your memories of running through the square with Maggie and Jess when you hear a female voice behind you. "$name?" You recognize the voice of the priestess, Reya. You turn to see the young woman dressed in a modest robe and headdress. Reya was sent to Vensbruck a few years ago after the death of the previous priest. She had studied in Hadras at one of the largest seminaries. Reya is nearly six years older than you, but still very young to be running her own church. You remember the time after she first arrived when she struggled to come to terms with the way Vensbruck operated. "I haven't seen you in church in a while. Is there something wrong?" You realize you haven't been to church since Gerta passed away, feeling unmotivated to attend religious ceremonies which you don't believe in. You believe in the gods, but your training from Gerta had shown you many things that religion couldn't explain. "I- uh..." you stutter, unable to think of a good excuse. "Would you like to talk, young one?" Reya adds, as if she is more than a few years older than you. That was another thing you hated about attending the church. It was always so patronizing. Still, you find emotion welling up inside you. "Come inside," Reya says, with surprising warmth. //Why not.// You stand up and dust off your skirt before following Reya inside. The candle lit interior of the new church is nearly as beautiful as the outside. Rainbow silhouettes formed by sunlight through stained glass illuminate the shadowy stone floor while flickering candle light makes intricately carved pews look alive. Scenes of devils and angels play out on paintings around the room, and an arrangement of five altars dominate the far end of the hall. In larger cities, there would be five ordained priests or priestesses at each ceremony, one for each of the major gods. A small town like Vensbruck could only support one, and Reya would have to perform five separate rituals each Sunday. You smell the familiar haze of incense which smolders in burners along the walls and you find yourself reminiscing once again. "Come, sit down," Reya says in a commanding but friendly tone. She sits at a table laden with copies of religious texts, many illuminated in colorful ink. You know that these books must have taken years for some monk to create. You sit down across from Reya. "I know the death of a loved one can be difficult. It can feel pointless to honor the gods who created the forces that lead to death. Just know that it is for the good of the world. Change is necessary and good. It is important to maintain a relationship with the Gods so that you don't grow distant and lose yourself to sin." Her words, although well intentioned, make you seethe. What does she know of change? The faith is loath to relinquish its social traditions and its opposition to any other power is one of the reasons you and Gerta had to keep your magic a secret. You are about to snap at Reya for her patronizing tone and presumed superiority, but you take a deep breath instead. Gerta taught you to keep a good relationship with the church for your own safety. You decide if you want it to change, you will have to change it yourself. "You're right. I have been cutting myself off from the gods. But I'm ready to return to the warmth of their care." Your words vaguely echo the lines of an old parable. You hope it makes you sound more sincere. "Let me help you with your duties." Reya smiles warmly at your unexpected request. "That would be wonderful, young one. Whenever you wish to help, simply let me know and I will give you a task." As you walk home you think about your new opportunity to influence the religious life of the town. Perhaps you can shake people of some of their traditional ways if you work hard enough. You can't wait to get back to the church and start putting some plans into action. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<set $church to 1>> <<run $town.delete("ChurchVisit")>>

You head to the back of the church and find Reya in her quarters. <<if $reya.dominance < -10>>\ "Oh, $name! Reya says as you enter, holding back her excitement to see you. Is this really the same priestess who you knew just a few months ago? "Umm, if you would like to help, I made a list of some possible tasks. You don't have to of course, I'm happy to do them myself if you want me to." Reya looks down, unable to meet your eyes. You look at the sheet of paper scrawled with a list of busywork. <<elseif $reya.dominance <= 5>>\ "Hello $name,"" Reya says with a surprisingly warm smile. "I'm so happy you're here to help today, there are a lot of things I could use help with." The slender priestess pulls a sheet of paper off of her desk and hands it to you. "You can start with anything on the list." she adds. You look at the sheet of paper scrawled with a list of busywork. <<elseif $reya.dominance < 10>>\ "Oh good. You're here. I have a lot for you to help with." Reya says, not even bothering to greet you. You nod in response, maybe a little too meekly. "Here's a list of the tasks I need you to do. You can pick any one you would like to begin with." You look at the sheet of paper scrawled with a list of busywork. <<else>>\ Reya acknowledges you with a smirk which makes you shiver with anticipation. "I was wondering when you would come back for more, girl. There's a list of jobs for you there on my desk. You can pick any of them you would like, but remember, if you don't complete them to my satisfaction, you will be punished." You shiver again, remembering previous punishments. You're not even sure you want to avoid being punished. You look at the sheet of paper scrawled with a list of busywork, constantly aware of Reya's penetrating stare. <</if>>\ <<if $reya.corruption == 1>>\ [[Dust the statues in the church|Dusting]] [[Light the the candles|LightCandles]] <<if not hasVisited("AssistWithCeremony")>>[[Help me with the ceremony of the hunt later today|AssistWithCeremony]]<</if>> <<elseif $reya.corruption == 2>>\ [[Help with laundry and make me tea|SpikeReyaTea]] [[Clean my quarters|CleanReyaQuarters]] [[Help me with my studies|HoldCandle]] [[Dust the statues in the church|DustStatues]] <<elseif $reya.corruption == 3>>\ <<if not hasVisited("Dusting2")>>[[Dust the statues in the church|Dusting2]]<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("CropSpanking")>>[[Clean my quarters|CropSpanking]]<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("ReyaTeaseLibrary")>>[[Help in the library|ReyaTeaseLibrary]]<</if>> <<if not hasVisited("BellOrgasm")>>[[Learn to use the church bell|BellOrgasm]]<</if>> <<elseif $reya.corruption == 4>> More coming soon! <</if>>\ [[Decide not to work now|Church]] <<set $townvisited to 1>>\

<<if $reya.corXP >= $xplevels[$reya.corruption]>>\ <<set $reya.corXP to 0>>\ <<set $reya.corruption+=1>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Reya is now Level ' + state.active.variables.reya.corruption);<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("Reya has grown more corrupt!");<</script>> <<if $reya.corruption == 2>>\ <<run $churchevent.push("DustStatues")>>\ <<run $churchevent.push("HoldCandle")>>\ <<run $churchevent.push("CleanReyaQuarters")>>\ <<run $churchevent.push("SpikeReyaTea")>>\ <<run $churchevent.delete("LightCandles")>>\ <<run $churchevent.delete("Dusting")>>\ <<elseif $reya.corruption == 3>>\ <<run $churchevent.push("Dusting2")>>\ <<run $churchevent.push("ReyaTeaseLibrary")>>\ <<run $churchevent.push("CropSpanking")>>\ <<elseif $reya.corruption == 4>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Max Level for this patch reached. More Reya content coming next patch!");<</script>> <</if>>\ <</if>> <<goto "Witch's Hut">>

You head to Reya's living chambers and knock on the discreet wooden door. A moment later the priestess opens the door, dressed in more ornate garments than usual. Her long hair is wrapped up under her hood in a bun. "Hello $name. Are you here to help?" She asks. You nod in response. "Great. I have a special ceremony to perform today in honor of Tirsis." Tirsis, the god of the hunt, was one of the main five in the pantheon. He was typically worshipped in a special ceremony once a month when local farmers, hunters, and trappers would receive his blessing--in exchange for a donation to the church, of course. You feel like helping Reya with this ceremony would be a great way to gain her trust, and so you enthusiastically agree. The young priestess wastes no time getting robes for you to change into. "Is there somewhere that I can go that's a little more private?" You ask, but Reya shakes her head no. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, girl. Your body belongs to the gods and this is their home." Reya tells you. You feel a little frustrated by her words. Your body belongs to you, not some dusty old deities. Nevertheless, you quickly strip to your underwear and pull the modest robe over your head. You've figured you don't want to start an unwinnable battle with Reya. As you change you notice the priestess' eyes on your exposed skin. //Is she attracted to me?// When she realizes you've seen her stare she immediately looks away. The momentary break in her composure only lasts for a second, but you are left wondering if you could exploit the weakness in some way. You don't have long to ponder, because as soon as the robe settles on your shoulders, Reya is already giving you instructions. Overall, your role in the ceremony is a small one. You stand off to the side of the altar as Reya says the words of blessing. You have to remember to bring some candles to the altar at one part of the ceremony, and at another you are expected to ring a medium sized bronze bell hanging from a statue of Tirsis himself. The bell is inlaid with scenes from the hunt and the wild feasts held afterward. Despite the intricate decoration, however, the bell still rings true. You get goosebumps after hearing its deep thrumming ring when Reya shows you the procedure. Despite your simple role in the ceremony, you feel nervous as you see people start to come in. You recognize almost everyone, although there are some unfamiliar faces. The ones you don't know are mostly semi nomadic trappers from far out of town. Not all the people who show up are hunters or trappers. Many are simply devout enough to attend many of the ceremonies. You recognize Maggie's mother, Catherine, as she sits down near the front. She doesn't acknowledge you if she recognizes you, instead bowing her head in silent prayer. The ceremony begins with a song. Priestess Reya begins to sing, letting her voice echo through the chamber, creating a haunting melody. The gathered people join in, a chorus of untrained voices that melds into a beautiful whole. You find yourself lost in the music and once it ends the silence creeps up on you, reminding you of the sacred aura of the church. Once again, Reya's voice breaks through the silence, strong and clear, echoing a chant of worship. You recognize your cue and bring up the candles, lighting them and placing them into their places on the four corners of the altar. "Oh Tirsis, God of beasts and hunger, patron of the hunt. You who watches over the ones who move alone in the woods and protects them from danger. You who ensures we have what we need, and keeps us ready and strong. Give us your blessing so that we may always triumph over the trials we find in your vast wilderness." Reya calls out. Her skill as a speaker ensnares you in her vocal petition, and you hold your breath, waiting for her next word. Silence. She turns her head and gives you a look of annoyance. You forgot to ring the bell! You leap up and grab the mallet. You are keenly aware of all the eyes watching you. You feel your face get hot and quickly ring the bell. The loud resounding tone vibrates the air around you and you shiver. After the sound fades to nothing, Reya continues the ceremony. At one point everyone looking for the blessing shuffles up and Reya anoints them with oil. You keep expecting her to look your way, but she never does. Even when the ceremony ends, she gives you a few quick commands to clean up and then heads into her living quarters. You store the oil and candles by yourself in the dim light of the church. You are returning the mallet to a small hook next to the bell when you hear Reya's voice behind you, startling you. "You disappointed me today." She says calmly. You feel the embarrassment return as she reminds you of your failure. "I'm sorry." You say remorsefully. "Sorry is unfortunately not good enough, young one. If you are going to learn to be responsible, you must face some sort of punishment." You start to turn around but Reya moves quicker, gripping you with surprising strength and pushing you forward. You catch yourself on the bell with a faint metallic noise. Behind you, Reya lifts something from beneath a fold of her robe. You look back over your shoulder in an attempt to get a better look but all you see is a blur before a flash of stinging pain surges up from your butt and makes you tear up. Reya wields a paddle, inscribed with small text. You don't have time to think about how strange your situation is before she strikes you again, causing a smack to echo in the empty church. You gasp as the pain hits you. "You will not derail a ceremony again," Reya says as she paddles you. "Can you say that for me?" You start to repeat it but another spank makes you stop short. "Start over!" Reya commands. "I will-ah!-not-ah!-derail your ceremony-ah!-again." you sob. "Good. Again." Reya says as she continues her ruthless paddling. Despite the stinging pain you begin to notice a weird feeling creeping over you. You feel a little warm when you think about Reya having complete power over you, punishing you for your sinfulness. After repeating your penance three more times the pain from the slaps twists into an aching pleasure. Perhaps you have gone numb to the worst of the pain, because you begin to notice the sensation that ripples between your legs with each hit. That pleasure is nothing compared to the perverse satisfaction you get from being treated with such disdain. From your bent over position, Reya looks less like a priestess but more like a Goddess, doling out punishment according to her whim. You see a hint of sadistic joy in her face, hidden behind a mask of virtue. You feel yourself start to get a little wet from your vulnerable situation. "I will not derail your ceremony again!" You gasp, starting to sweat a little from the exertion of your punishment. Despite the ruthlessness of the spanking, Reya is not malicious. You notice her softening her blows slightly so as not to make it too painful. Somehow she uses the exact amount of force to keep you eagerly anticipating the next shock of painful delight. Finally Reya stops. She stands behind you and you can hear her heavy breaths. "Thank me for my help." She says when she catches her breath. "Thank you, Priestess Reya," you whimper. She gently lifts your robe and you shudder with anticipation. Your ass glows red and there are a few patches where you worry you will bruise. "Here, child. This should help." Reya pours a little of the anointing oil on your pink flesh and rubs it in gently. You arch your back as her hands massage your ass, enjoying the care she relishes on the area which she just punished so severely. Your skin tingles and the dull ache that had begun to set in fades quickly. "Thank you." You say again when she lets your robe fall back into place. You look at her face and find it surprisingly beautiful now that her usual stern expression has fallen away. You know that she has taken a vow of chastity in order to become a priestess, but you long to kiss her. Part of you also wants to face the punishment she might inflict on you for trying. "You're welcome, $name," Reya says softly. Having finished all of the day's work, you leave the church and head home. You can't get the memory of the oil Reya used out of your head, you decide you'll ask her about it sometime. It could be useful for potions in the future. [[Continue|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 10>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +5 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>>\ <<if not $flags.includes("OilBase") && not $quests.includes("ObtainingOil0")>> <<run $quests.push("ObtainingOil0")>> <</if>>

You approach Reya, mind made up on your job for the day. "Yes, $name?" "I think I'll dust the statues" you tell her. You are surprised by how quickly her motherly demeanor turns into that of a strict factory foreman. "Today I need you to dust the pews and statues." She tells you. "I'll come along with you to ensure the job is well done." <<if $reya.dominance >= 0>> You get to work, taking the feather duster Reya gives you out into the main hall to wipe down the various statues that stand around the room. You recognize most of them, but there are a few that you don't know anything about at all. Many of the statues are depicted //au naturel// and you find yourself ogling the chiseled muscular forms of the gods. In almost any other context, the statues might come off as indecent, but in the sanctity of the church they are considered testaments to the beauty of the human body. Still, having to pay close attention to them as you trace the curves and crevasses of their bodies has you getting a little turned on. You can only polish so many marble cocks before you begin to think dirty thoughts. Reya trails a little ways behind you as you work, occasionally pointing out missed spots, but mostly keeping to herself. Sometimes you notice her offer a blessing to the various townsfolk who are there for their daily prayers. You wonder what the woman gets out of joining you for this. Does she just like watching you do what she tells you to? The last of the statues you have to dust is a carved depiction of Calymoch. Known as the trickster god, he has the least bulky depiction of any of the other gods. This particular statue stands against an arch over its altar. In order to reach it, Reya helps you carry a rickety wooden ladder. Reya steadies you as you climb up the ladder towards the masculine likeness above. His familiar outstretched hands reach over you as if holding the invisible reins of a carriage. Seeing the statue up close, you are surprised to see the artist chose to give him an erection. From the pews it would be impossible to make out, but up close you stare at eight inches of chiseled marble cock. Not wanting to appear improper, you quickly dust the statue off. You are about to step down when Reya stops you. "Wait right there," she says in her most commanding tone. You freeze, wondering if something is wrong. Unfortunately the position you freeze in has your face uncomfortably close to the stone Calymoch's erection, and your mind unintentionally imagines images of you sucking on it. You feel a little hot and wonder when you can get down. "This is a test," Reya finally says, just loudly enough for only you to hear. "I saw you looking at all of those statues' penises with sinful thoughts. Now you must stand before one and prove you can resist your temptations." From her position beneath you, you realize that she can see directly up your skirt. You wonder what she would do if you became noticeably wet. You stand near the top of the ladder, fighting any obscene thoughts. Interestingly, she seems to be admiring the view from beneath your skirt, although she is sure to hide the fact any time she notices you looking at her. Although the statue doesn't turn you on, you feel a strange arousal building as you think about how completely under Reya's control you are. All she had to do was give a command and you complied as meekly as a trained dog. You wonder what it feels like to have that power over someone. Can it compare to someone having power over you? Reya doesn't speak again until your legs are shaking from holding your position for so long. "You may come down now." She says, sounding pleased. You slowly descend the ladder and Reya pulls you to her, pressing your head against her shoulder. "You did well, child." Something about her soothing embrace defuses any anger you feel at being called 'child'. You are simply glad to be down from your uncomfortable perch. As you head home you reflect on the strange events of the day. Is Reya trying to help you or break your spirit? Maybe she thinks that she can make you meek and devout. If so, her methods are very unusual. You also have to admit that they are exciting in a strange way. <<else>> You and Priestess Reya go to work. She helps you a little along the way, making the pews go quickly. The statues take a little longer. You use a feather duster to wipe the dust from them, but it is difficult to fully clean every crevasse of the carved marble. You have seen all of the statues before, but now that you get a really good look at them. You're surprised by the number of naked bodies depicted in the church. Although mostly men, there are a few statues of women, each sporting plump marble breasts and soft chiselled pubic regions. The well endowed statues must have been created by men, you decide. One female statue has about the same proportions as Reya, at least as best you can tell from her loose fitting robes. You turn to compare them and notice her staring at the statue with a dreamy look on her face. "You like this one?" You tease. Reya immediately blushes and looks down. "Just dust it off." She mutters, losing her air of command. You do as she says, making sure to get it extra clean. She watches as you wipe the statue's breasts as seductively as possible. When you finish and move on, Reya is noticeably distracted. You didn't expect her to get so worked up, but its nice to know she's human. The rest of the cleaning is uneventful and when you finish, Reya hurries back to her chambers. You head home, reflecting on the break in Reya's composure. Maybe you can exploit that. <</if>> [[Continue|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 5>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +5 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>>

"I wanted to help out with lighting candles," you tell the priestess, gesturing to that item on your list. "Great. We can go around and switch them out. She heads into a back room and emerges with a bundle of snow white candles and a bucket. She passes you the bucket and walks out into the church hall, signalling you to follow her. The two of you walk to the entrance, your footsteps echoing in the silent air of the church. When you reach the plaster wall, Reya reaches up to a sconce and takes down a stubby, nearly burnt out candle. She lights one of the candles from the bundle with the old one and then hands it to you. The old candle is snuffed out and tossed into your bucket with a clunk. You move to put the freshly lit candle up in the sconce but Reya stops you. "We'll use that one to light the others." She says. Reya stretches up again to place another new candle in the brass holder on the wall. Once the wax rod is secured, she points from your candle to the unburnt wick. You quickly light the fresh candle and move on, repeating the process with the other candles in the church. Soon you become aware of a problem with Reya's procedure. Your candle has begun to melt resulting in drippage of hot wax. You flinch and cry out as a drop of wax slides down the side of the candlestick and settles on your finger. Reya shushes you and hits with a scolding glare. "The candle wax is burning me! Can I have something to hold it with?" You complain. "No, sometimes the best way to honor the gods is to suffer in their service." You don't bother arguing with her. You can tell by her tone that she won't let up. She even scolds you when she catches you holding the candle sideways to let the wax drip on the floor. "Do you want to clean up all that wax?" she asks in a harsh tone. You shake your head no and return the candle to its upright position. After replacing a few more candles, the wax forms a thin layer on your skin. You feel a little more used to the pain of the wax and are beginning to be able to ignore it. Still, you are relieved when you replace the last candle and can extinguish yours. "You did well today," Reya says, examining your wax covered hand. "Soon you might be ready for some more difficult tasks." You thank the priestess and leave the church, feeling good about your work. [[Continue|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 5>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +5 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>>

You pour the potion into Reya's cup and then place both onto small ceramic plates. Reya watches you set hers down on her desk, making sure you don't spill onto her research. She takes her teacup and inhales the steam that rises lazily from the dark concoction. You feel a little nervousness set in. She should have had a sip by now. Reya looks up at you and narrows her eyes. "I think you brewed this one a little too long. Let's switch cups," she says calmly. You feel your face go pale. "What? Um, sure, okay." you say meekly. Reya notices your reaction and for a second an expression of anger crosses her face, replaced a moment later by a serene look. "Certainly you won't mind. In fact, I think you should drink it right now. I'll help." Reya stands and walks behind you, holding the teacup. Any hope of pretending to spill the tea or secretly dumping it is lost as you feel her standing directly behind you. You shiver as she puts one hand on your shoulder. "Drink up," Reya says coldly as she presses the teacup to your lips. Frozen by the priestess' commanding presence, you open your mouth obediently and swallow the tea. It is hot but doesn't taste bad at all. "Good job, girl. I hope this comes as a lesson to you next time you try to slip me something." "How did you know?" You ask, giving up any chance of denial. You know that as soon as the potion kicks in, there won't be any denying it anyway. <<if hasVisited(AphrodisiacReyaDom) || hasVisited(AphrodisiacReyaSub)>>\ "You really think I wouldn't keep my eye on you after last time?" Reya says angrily. "I-" you stammer, starting to stand when Reya interrupts you. "Don't say a word. Were going to sit here and watch your little potion at work." You know exactly what that means, but butterflies in your stomach betray a sick sense of excitement. You sit back down obediently and wait for the potion to take effect. <<else>>\ "Just a lucky guess," Reya says with a smile. You try to stand up and mumble an excuse to leave. "No. Stay. I want to see what you tried to do to me." You sit back down obediently and wait for the potion to take effect. <</if>>\ First comes the blush from the lekkaroot. You feel the characteristic heat within you just before your skin begins to tingle. You hardly notice as you begin to breathe more heavily. Soon your thoughts linger on lewd fantasies. Your nipples harden, poking out obviously from beneath your shirt. Reya watches you with delight, staring at you with a desire that makes you shudder. "I see what you were trying, and I know the perfect punishment," Reya tells you with a devious smile. Normally the thought of punishment would be frightening, but under the influence of the potion your mind is filled with images of spanking and teasing that only make you more aroused. "Follow me," Reya commands. You obey, standing up and following her to the edge of the room. Reya takes an oil lamp from the wall and pulls up the trapdoor to the library. You don't even wonder why she is taking you down there as you are too distracted by the tingling of your sensitive skin. You absentmindedly fondle your chest as you follow Reya below. The two of you walk past rows of shelves until you reach the far wall. It is bare except for four hooks set in the stone foundation which form a human sized square. "Stand against the wall, between the hooks" Reya says curtly. Despite the seriousness in her voice, you can sense excitement. You feel another surge of arousal spread through your body. Below your skirt, your pussy aches with need, you won't be able to resist touching yourself soon. Already you can feel it leaking into your panties. "I said stand against the wall!" Reya shouts, roughly grabbing you and pushing you where she wants you to go. The feeling of her hands on your hypersensitive skin makes you moan aloud. You feel ashamed by your slutty display but know it's only going to get worse. Reya seems to flush as well upon hearing your moan. "You've brought this upon yourself, $name. The more sinful your mind and body are, the more you will suffer." Reya takes a length of rope from the floor and ties it to each of the hooks. You squirm as Reya ties your wrists to the upper two hooks and gasp as she forcefully pulls your legs apart, tying your ankles to the bottom two. When she is done, you are bound firmly in place, legs spread wide. Your helplessness only makes you more desperate and you fight against the restraints in an attempt to stimulate your pussy. The only sensation against your soaked slit is the cotton fabric of your panties. Unfortunately for you, Reya seems to realize this and dutifully removes them, saving you from your sinful urges but condemning you to the mercy of the potion. Reya slides your drenched panties down to your thighs and then cuts them off with a knife, leaving your pussy exposed to the air under your modest skirt. You feel the cool underground air against your wet lips and shiver. The sensation only reminds you of your current inability to achieve any real stimulation. You eagerly await whatever Reya plans to do next. "Enjoy your punishment," Reya says with a cruel smile, turning and walking towards the stairs. In your lustful haze you barely realize what's happening until the trap door closes, leaving you alone in the darkness. You squirm against your bindings, but every motion just sends a shock of pleasure through your body. Before long your struggling weakens and you lose yourself to your intense arousal. Your juices run down your thighs as you imagine all sorts of lewd fantasies. You dream of being fucked by the men of the town, of being captured and used by trappers in the forest, but best of all you imagine being punished by Reya, made to lick her sweet cunt and being spanked until you cum from pain and pleasure alike. The fantasy is made more powerful because you know Reya is just upstairs. You imagine her fingering herself on her bed with your used panties held to her face. The thought makes you writhe and you begin to moan as desperately as possible. You don't know how long you are down there in the darkness before you hear the sound of the trapdoor opening. You open your eyes and see the light of an oil lamp as Reya descends and walks towards you. You pant slightly and fix her with a lusty stare, undressing her with your eyes. "How is the punishment coming, girl?" You fight the urge to beg as Reya looks you over with disappointment. When the priestess lifts your skirt you let out a squeak. Flickering light reflects off of your drenched thighs. A bead of your feminine arousal drips to the floor. "My my, whatever you were trying to give me really works. Look at that mess." her demeaning tone of voice breaks you. "Please..." you gasp, "Please let me cum." Your begging has an obvious effect on Reya, who seems at once surprised and a little turned on by your blatant desperation. "No." she says, crushing all of your hopes. "That would not be proper for a priestess. This is your punishment, and you must endure it." You watch with despair as Reya leaves again and surrender to another indeterminate period of arousal. Like before, any struggling only drives you further into your stupor, only this time it grows far more intense. The sound of your panting is replaced by the rapid pace of your heart pounding in your ears. You can feel every beat between your thighs as the powerful aphrodisiacs inflame your lust. Your moaning turns into tortured whines and you clench your muscles, desperate for the slight sensation in your cunt. Your whole body tingles as you creep closer and closer to the edge. Literally any touch on your dripping pussy would be enough to send you crashing over it. Your orgasm arrives as torturously slow as the buildup was. You hardly realize what's even happening at first because your entire body is so tense you might as well have been orgasming already. You can feel the pressure build until you're afraid that you are going to break. Instead you shudder, unable to even vocalize your pleasure as every part of you tingles in climax. You lose all sense of time as your body burns with orgasmic delight. The hands free orgasm leaves you utterly drained. You slump in your bonds and lose consciousness, still shivering from time to time as aftershocks race through you. A warm touch spreads something slick on your wrists and ankles. You open your eyes to see Reya, massaging lepidenum oil into the angry red marks left by the rope. Oddly, you don't remember any pain. You feel cold air on your legs and realize just how wet you were. You also remember the intense desire you felt. Thinking about your ordeal stirs something inside you, but for the most part the arousal is distant in your mind. You curl up against the priestess and she holds you. "I forgive you, child." Reya whispers in your ear. You stay in her embrace for a while before she stands you up and sends you home. You find yourself wishing you could go back to the church as you walk home in the dark. [[Head Home.|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 25>> <<set $reya.dominance += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +25 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more dominant...", "info");<</script>> <<potion clear>>

You pour the potion into Reya's cup and then place both onto small ceramic plates. Reya watches you set hers down on her desk, making sure you don't spill onto her research. For a moment you think Reya will find some problem with the tea, but you are relieved to see that she takes a long sip. "This is good tea, $name. Thank you." Reya says with unusual tenderness. You almost feel bad for spiking her tea, but the anticipation overpowers any guilt you feel. The potent combination of lekkaroot and hornet venom is enough to produce interesting results even when diluted in tea. You watch carefully, ready for Reya to flush from the lekkaroot. <<if hasVisited(AphrodisiacReyaSub)>>\ After last time, the priestess had to have known you might do something to her tea, but a slight smile from the priestess hints that she knows and doesn't care. //Is she giving in?// you wonder. It seems like the priestess is more submissive than you thought... <</if>>\ The effects start to kick in after you finish your tea. You clean your teacup in the remaining water from the well and go to get Reya's teacup when you notice her face is colored a deep red. She must be experiencing the effects of the hornet venom as well, because she seems distracted from her reading. As you take away the cup, you see Reya watching you with longing in her eyes. This is the perfect chance to tease her a little. It isn't hard to pretend you splashed yourself on accident as you wash her cup. When you turn around, your bra is faintly visible through your top. Reya obviously notices and another wave of red crosses her cheeks. You're impressed she hasn't done anything rash yet. Fortunately your cleaning tasks are the perfect excuse to stay in Reya's quarters, and you watch her out of the corner of your eye as you sweep and dust. Her breathing gradually grows more labored and she has to focus to avoid stroking herself. You give her a chance when you duck out of her quarters for a moment, allowing her to do whatever she wants in the time it takes for you to dump your dustpan outside. Fortunately, she doesn't seem to have gotten eny relief while you were gone. In fact, Reya now seems even more flushed than before. When she hears you enter the room she jumps, startled by your sudden return. You notice with devious satisfaction that one of her hands remains beneath the desk. You can't quite make out what Reya is doing but occasionally her hips rock in her chair, hinting at her salacious activities. //She must not realize I can tell what she's doing.// You continue cleaning even after the room is spotless, just to watch Reya try to masturbate incognito. You enjoy the way she tries to control her heavy breathing every time you come near the desk. There's something undeniably hot about her pretending to focus as she waits for you to turn your back again, and you imagine her messy pussy, aching for contact beneath her robes. All Reya can do is sneakily press her hand against her crotch, grinding against it when she thinks you aren't looking. You hear a sudden whine as Reya cums hard. You turn to see her bent over the desk, panting and rocking her hips. Her orgasm is intensified by the influence of the potion and the constant threat of being caught. Even now, as she so obviously climaxes in front of you, Reya bites her lip to keep any moans from escaping. You watch furtively as the orgasm runs its course and Reya regains her ability to think about anything other than sex. Her first thought is to check and see if you noticed, but fortunately you get back to cleaning just in time. Reassured that she was adequately secretive, Reya returns to her studies. For the rest of the day, you can't get the image of Reya's orgasm out of your head. When you finally finish your tasks you quickly thank the priestess and head home, feeling the need for a little relief yourself. [[Head Home.|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 25>> <<set $reya.dominance -= 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +25 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more submissive...", "info");<</script>> <<potion clear>>

You walk over to the dresser and examine the vase. It is plain and doesn't look too old. The water inside the vase has dried up, leaving a few dead flowers. Before you dusted it, the vase must have been untouched for months. You slide the vase over the smooth wood of the dresser towards the edge until the bottom hangs precariously over the edge. You pause, images of Reya's potential punishments for you flashing before your eyes. //Why do I want her to punish me?// The crack of fired clay resounds in the chamber. Pieces of shrapnel skitter across the floor from the point of impact. Dry petals flutter to the floor. You hope you haven't made a mistake. As if summoned by the shattering of the vase, Reya bursts into the chambers, eyes aflame with fury. Your every instinct tells you to flee, but your body is frozen in place. Reya looks from the mess of clay to you standing, petrified, next to it. To your surprise her expression calms, replaced by a cold disappointment. "I thought you could handle working alone, but I guess I was mistaken. Come here, $name. You didn't think you would get out of this without any punishment, did you? That vase has been in this church longer than I have, and it would be worth a fair amount of money in the big city." Reya opens a dresser drawer and pulls two objects from it faster than you can tell what they are. She moves to her bed as she talks, gesturing for you to come over to her. You shuffle forward slowly, approaching the priestess with trepidation. She watches you with a predatory glint in her eyes. Any anger about the vase has now been replaced with anticipation for the punishment. "Please, don't hurt me," you say, trying to play the part of frightened submission as well as possible. It isn't hard. "It has to hurt a little, or it isn't proper punishment," She tells you. As you draw near, you see that what she pulled from the dresser were two small laundry clips. You wonder what her plans for those are, and feel a little more nervous. "What are those for?" "Come here and find out." Reya tells you. You walk towards her and she grabs you roughly when you get close enough. Before you can escape, Reya has her hands on your stomach, sliding up under your shirt. She unhooks your bra, letting it fall from your chest. Your nipples are already hard from anticipation, but Reya lavishes extra attention on them until they are painfully erect. You hold back moans as she pinches and massages your sensitive nubs. "They're typically for hanging laundry," Reya says, "but they have some more interesting uses." You feel a sharp pinch on your left breast and gasp. You know it should be painful but you are just horny enough from the teasing that the pinch sends an overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation into your boob. A moment later you feel the same sensation on your right breast. You look down and see the outline of the laundry clips through your cotton shirt, clamped onto your nipples. Every beat of your heart makes your nipples throb but the pain is strangely good. "Now clean up the mess you made," Reya commands. "Yes, Priestess Reya." You answer submissively. You feel the constant intense sensation on your nipples as you sweep up the shattered pottery, but it only drives you wild with arousal. By the time you empty the dustpan into a trashcan your pussy is soaked. Reya watches you the whole time, slowly running her hands over her skin. Her lascivious gaze only adds to your arousal. "I'm done." you say, trying to ignore your desperate need. "Very good, child. Your punishment is over." Reya slides her hands to the clamps and yanks them off quickly. "Ah! Mmmmmm," you moan at the sudden pinch. Reya's soft hands massage your raw nipples, easing the pain away. You stop trying to hold back your moans as Reya touches you, and she seems to approve. When she pulls away you fight the urge to beg for more. Instead you take your bra and head for the door. "Good work today, $name," Reya says with a smirk. [[Head Home.|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 25>> <<set $reya.dominance += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +25 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more dominant...", "info");<</script>>

Reya continues to search through the stacks, pulling out books and handing them to you. Your arms grow stiff but you hardly notice. Instead you are focussed on the drops of candle wax dripping onto your shaking breasts. You have to be careful not to accidentally cause the candle to fall and potentially burn you. You shiver as another jolt of pain runs through you. More wax. It forms a milky coating over your breasts, tightening on your flesh and stretching your skin. Despite the pain from each drop, you find yourself anticipating the sensation with giddy delight. The brief sting heralds the warm tingling that you've started to enjoy. You notice your nipples poking out through your shirt, casting small shadows from the proximity of the flickering light. Reya notices and smirks at you. Once you are holding so many books that you have to cradle them against your chest, Reya decides she doesn't need any more. "Let's head to the study." Reya tells you. You know that her words are a command, and so you turn immediately and carefully shuffle past the lines of shelves towards the faint light of Reya's quarters. You have a little trouble going up the steep stairs. You have to pause a few times as wax droplets fall onto your skin. You gasp each time, partly from the pain, but also from a perverse pleasure. At the top, Reya takes the books from you and sets them on her already cluttered desk. You wait next to her, hoping she'll let you remove the candle before it burns low enough to ignite your top. Reya seems to realize the possibility as well, scanning your outfit with her eyes. Her gaze makes you feel naked. "Let me help you out a little," Reya says, stepping towards you. You flinch as she pulls the candle from the crease between your boobs. The brittle wax around the base cracks and some tumbles away. The revealed skin feels cold and sensitive once freed from its casing. "You don't need this," Reya whispers, pulling your shirt up gently. You pull your arms in, keeping her from removing your top, but she frowns and gives you a look so frightening that you allow her to continue. Goosebumps form on your skin as your smooth stomach is exposed. Shallow breaths mingle in the air as Reya admires you and you enjoy being admired. Your eyes close as fabric eclipses your vision and then you are free from the burden of your top. Air from the fallen garment tickles your ankles. You ignore everything around you, completely under the spell of your mistress, Reya. Your eyes focus on hers and you see her desire. She does not desire you as a lover, but neither is her desire innocent. She wants power over you, control over your pleasure and pain alike. Cotton brushes your back as Reya pulls off your bra. Now you are naked from the waist up, covered only by a spattering of wax. You know you should feel shame but find that you are more worried about Reya's reaction than your own. //She won't let me go. I have no choice but to endure this.// A comforting lie. "A beauty to tempt even the Gods," Reya says, staring at your plump <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> breasts. Your nipples stand up at the peak of your tits, begging for any sensation. In the orange glow of the candlelight silhouetted shadowy hills shake with each of your trembling breaths. "Unfortunately you'll have to do some more work to keep this in place. Here, push your breasts together." Reya's firm grip guides your timid hands to your chest where you press your breasts up suggestively. "Perfect." Reya says as she slides the candle back into place between your breasts. Moving you to a position near her desk, Reya begins her studying. If the stinging drips of waxy pleasure weren't enough to make you wet, Reya's callous use of your body as an object would do the trick. Whatever the cause, you panties grow damp and you press your thighs together out of need. You are too impatient to wait for the drops of wax to overflow the tiny reservoir at the top of the candlestick, and begin to lean gently, coaxing rivulets of hot wax down onto your tits. They thicken as they trail over your skin, eventually solidifying into delightful evidence of the pain-turned-pleasure. A burning droplet beading at the end of your nipple causes you to make a tortured squeal. "Candlesticks don't make noise," Reya tells you sharply. You manage to stay silent as the next drops harden on your nipples. The tightening wax makes you shudder with pleasure. Waves of anticipation roll through you, a primal surge pushing you to move your lips, to make any noise. You fight the urge. You don't want to upset Reya. When Reya licks her fingers and extinguishes the candle between your breasts, you feel as if you are waking up from a nap. Smoke and incense hang heavy in the stagnant air. Although the candle is out, you still feel heat within you. You still have desire. At a command from Reya, you re-dress, covering your wax coated breasts with the tight fabric of your bra. Hardened lines and droplets break and shower the flagstone floor when you slip back into your shirt. Underneath you still feel more wax, pressed against your tender skin. A tingling memory of molten liquid remains on your reddened skin. "Good job today, $name." Reya congratulates you and you feel pride which doesn't fade even as you walk home. You feel your independance return from the distant place where it fled in favor of obedience. [[Head Home.|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 15>> <<set $reya.dominance += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +15 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more dominant...", "info");<</script>>

You breathe heavily, trying to ignore the occasional droplets of stinging wax. Reya continues to ignore you, searching through the diverse collection of books. You feel like you should stand up for yourself, but something inside you keeps you obedient. Having the candle between your teeth is annoying but not terrible. Even the dripping wax loses its initial shock. Perhaps the most annoying part of holding the candle is your increased flow of saliva. You have to awkwardly swallow to keep yourself from drooling all over the candle. It doesn't take too long before Reya tells you she has all the books she needs. The two of you return to the chambers and you set the piles of books down next to her desk. You move to take the candle out of your mouth. "Don't do that." Reya says quickly, "I sort of like seeing you struggle, and I need a little more light to see by." You start to protest, but the candle and spit filling your mouth muffles your words into an incomprehensible mess. Reya watches with a strange fascination as some saliva runs down onto your lip. You feel frustrated but give in, knowing that Reya will come up with some uncomfortable punishment if you fail. You are also shocked to find yourself getting a little aroused at the thought of being used like an object. You move closer to her desk compliantly. "Lean forward a little," Reya commands, pushing your head forward so the light fully illuminates her desk. You are left in the awkward position of leaning over her study material, mostly more instructions for rituals. In your cumbersome position, it is even more difficult to keep your saliva from dripping out of your mouth. To make matters worse, Reya takes a sweet cake from a pantry in the corner and places it on her desk. The tantalizing smell of sugar makes your mouth water even more and the frequency of your difficult swallowing increases. A little drool escapes each time, coating the candle, yourlips, and most of your chin. Reya seems to pay you no mind, sitting down and opening a book. You watch jealously as she reads, taking an occasional bite of cake. Still you obey her orders. You devote all your focus to not salivating onto the desk. "Although the Gods favor chastity and purity, there are some rituals which require indelicate activities." Reya says, startling you from your thoughts. You realize that she is reading aloud from the current tome. "People should not be ruled by their base desires, but sometimes it can be necessary to indulge in these measures to attain the blessings and favor of the Gods. Although many priests have referred to these rituals as a form of sacrifice, I have found that the offerings are rarely sacrificial in nature. On the contrary, the people who perform these rituals typically experience intense pleasure. It is important not to perform these rituals frivolously or for personal enjoyment," Reya continues. She looks up at you after finishing the paragraph, soaking up the sight of your humbled form. "I was thinking that you would be the perfect candidate for some of these rituals, considering how obedient you've been," Reya says directly to you. "Judging from how much you enjoy this, I think you'd love some of the things the rituals would require." Her tone has an allure to it that makes it hard for you to focus. Reya leans toward you and you can smell the scent of incense and perfume. A drop of drool drips from your mouth onto the desk. Reya looks down at it and then back to you with a devious glint in her eyes. "Can't have you getting my desk wet," Reya tells you curtly, making you lean back once again. You swallow and Reya shakes her head. "As punishment for making a mess, I don't want you to swallow until the candle burns out." The logic of her discipline makes no sense, but you comply anyway. It doesn't take long before you are drooling all over yourself. Drips of saliva and wax splash onto your cleavage, soaking your shirt. You can feel the heat of the candle flame as it burns closer to your cheek. It is almost unnoticeable against the burning you feel in your cheeks from being in this degrading position. Despite the shame you feel, your pussy is drooling nearly as much as your mouth. Finally your punishment ends with a merciful sizzle and a thin wisp of smoke. You realize thankfully that the drool coating the wax candle has extinguished the small flame. "Good job, girl. I am impressed by your obedience," Reya says when she looks up at you. Despite your embarrassment, you feel a warm surge of pride from her praise. "You can take this out now," She tells you tenderly, lifting the slippery candle from between your teeth. "What a mess," Reya says, looking over the shiny skin above your neckline, "and yet, it suits you." You blush again. You walk home from the church without cleaning up, prompting a few strange glances from townsfolk. You ignore them, feeling an unfamiliar arousal from the degrading day. [[Head Home.|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 25>> <<set $reya.dominance += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +25 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more dominant...", "info");<</script>>

You walk past the hand carved pews towards a small door. From a distance it is almost unrecognizable as a door, blending in with the wooden panelling which lines the area behind the altars. The dim colored light from the stained glass disguises the seams in the wall. Like most sounds in the hollow body of the church, your knocks echo into the still air. A few villagers, locked in prayer, look up to locate the sound. A moment later Reya pulls open the door. She is dressed in her usual robes, covering almost all of her except her face. A grey hood hides her long hair from view. Her face is stern. "Have you come to work, child?" She asks. You nod, wondering what she will have you doing today. "My chambers need cleaning," she tells you, pulling you inside. Once in her chambers, you see that they really do need cleaning. Her chambers are plain, with a bed, dresser, and desk. The only decoration in the room is a glass vase sitting on Reya's dresser. The bed looks like it hasn't been made in months, and the sheets are scattered into twisted piles on the flagstone floor. Her pillow sits crumpled near the headboard. Reya's bed isn't the worst part of the room. Books and robes nearly identical to her current garments are strewn around the room. It is almost too messy, and you find yourself wondering if she messed things up specifically for you. Even her desk is scattered with loose papers and stubs of burnt out candles. You wipe your finger over the top of the dresser and find it is very dusty. "Well? Get cleaning. You can put any dirty clothes in a pile near the door. Stack up the books for me to sort through later." She says, passing you a broom and rag. You sigh and get to work as Reya heads back into the main hall of the church. Alone in her chambers, you begin to find a rhythm as you work. Humming a song from your childhood, you move around the room, tidying bit by bit. It doesn't take long for you to have her bed looking nice. A stack of books rises near the desk forming a tower which grows nearly as quickly as the mound of fabric you make of her discarded clothes. You feel a little bit of shame as you pick up the priestess' underclothes, but can't help but examine the crotch of the holy woman's panties. Most pairs have the signs of discharge, and one pair is even still damp. You glance at the door cautiously before bringing them to your nose and inhaling Reya's womanly scent. //What am I doing?// You think as you drop the panties in the pile. You feel oddly aroused by the thought of the priestess' cunt, dripping into her panties as she says mass. You leave Reya's desk for last, and find it to be more difficult than the rest of the room. You don't know if the priestess wants you to organize the pages of notes that cover the desk, but you do your best. When the surface of the desk begins to look less like a small storm had blown through the room, you dust off the drawers and back of the desk. The rag Reya gave to you has gone from white to grey as it gets used, losing its initial purity. It is while you are dusting the side of the desk that you are interrupted by a click. A hidden drawer extends just after the click, sliding open from the front of the desk. Inside sits a small unlabelled book. You know that whatever this book contains was meant to be hidden from you, but that only makes you want to read it more. You eagerly flip open the book, curious about what you will find inside. It appears to be handwritten, and you recognize Reya's practiced scrawl from the pages of notes on her desk. You flip through, reading bits and pieces. //Today I performed the daily mass but very few people showed up for prayer, I fear the village has grown complacent with their faith over the years...// //Today Harlan brought two new pews, carved with beautiful scenes from the scripture...// Each page is dated at the top and contains a brief description of the day in question. You realize that you have found Reya's private diary, and feel as giddy as a child that has just discovered their birthday presents, hidden before their birthday. You flip towards the end of the book, looking for the passages written about you. To your disappointment, Reya rarely mentions you except to note that you have come in to help. One page, however, has a longer passage. //$name has been helping out for a little over a week now. Her presence is helpful, but she is proving a great distraction to me. Desires I haven't felt this strongly since the seminary have returned to tempt me. She is perfect, obedient and beautiful. Each time she submits to me I struggle to keep control over my own needs. I fear that I have been overindulgent, and that I might lose control of my actions. I pray to the Gods to keep me from sin.// You feel warmth spread down your stomach reading Reya's thoughts about you. You suspected she desired you, but reading confirmation fills you with excitement. You realize that you could easily push her, but wonder if you would rather submit to her dominant tendencies or try to gain power over her. You quickly close the book and return it to it's hidden drawer. The disappears almost seamlessly into the side of the desk when you push the drawer in. You wonder if Harlan made the impressive desk. You don't have much more to do before your work is done, but a few devious thoughts run through your head. You could... [[Sprawl suggestively on the bed for Reya to find you.|TeaseReya]] [[Break the vase on the dresser.|BreakVase]]

You decide you've had enough. You drop the books, grab the candle from its spot, and hold the flickering light in front of you. Reya's eyes narrow into a glare. "Pick those up, girl. Some of those books are hundreds of years old." Her voice is a growl. "I'm done letting you treat me like a slave," You say, feeling a bit like a rebellious child. Still, you have the light and therefore all the power here. You quickly formulate a devious plan in your head. "I'll treat you how I like," Reya spits back at you. You don't listen to what she says next, dashing towards the stairs sending dust and cobwebs into the air behind you. Reya stands back, dumbfounded by your audacity. She only starts moving when you shut the trapdoor with a thump. You hear her shuffling around in the darkness below. "$name! This is ridiculous! Open the door!" "I have a few demands," you say. "Are you serious, girl? Stop acting like a child and I may let you go unpunished." Her voice is muffled but furious. "That's the first demand. The next is that you treat me better." She says nothing. Time to push her a little bit. "Last of all, you must remove your robe before you come up." "Expose myself to you in the church?" She sounds outraged. "I couldn't!" "Your body belongs to the gods and this is their home." you say smugly, using her own words against her. You expect Reya to put up more of a fight, but another long silence lets you know that you've almost won. The two of you continue the standoff for another minute before you hear her voice again. "You can't leave me down here forever, it would be far too cruel for a girl like you." Reya says venomously. You know that she's right, you might be mad at her but you don't actually wish her any harm. "True, but I can keep you there for the day. If you prefer that, then I have some errands to run in town, I'll be back in a few hours." You inform her. Reya is quiet again, as if thinking over all the work she'll miss. She won't be able to perform the nightly ceremonies either, likely causing some confusion among the townsfolk. "Fine," she says quietly. "Thank you, Reya," you answer, lifting up the trap door. Reya flinches as the light hits her eyes. Her robe is still perfectly in place. "Now take the robe off." "I will not," she says, a hint of indignance seeping back into her voice. You answer by dropping the trap door back into place. "Okay, okay!" She says immediately. When you lift the trap door again, she slips her robe over her head, gathering the excessive fabric and tossing it on the floor. Reya's body is far more attractive than you expected. Although she is only six years older than you, you often see her as a much older woman because of her demeanor. Now you see her youth clearly. Her soft olive skin is surprisingly smooth. In the dim light that filters into the library reveal her <<print $busts[$reya.bust]>> breasts, girded by a plain bra. The supple curve of her skin would be more fitting on a courtier than a priestess. You openly admire Reya as she walks up the stairs. Her $reya.butt butt is also covered by nondescript panties. They are designed to cover both cheeks, but they have ridden up slightly over the day, revealing a tantalizing bottom of her ass. The flesh jiggles with each step. She avoids eye contact with you, looking down. Her pretty cheeks are flushed red with embarrassment. The sight of the humbled priestess fills you with arousal. "Can I put my robe back on now?" She asks you. Her voice is angry but a little shaky. Whether it is from embarrassment or something more, you cannot tell. "You may," you say mercifully. She does not wait for you to contradict yourself, hurrying to pull her robe back over her head. "I'll come back soon, and I expect you to honor my other demands." Re-clothed, Reya seems to regain a bit of her authority. "I always keep my word." Despite her conciliatory words, you see a vengeful glint in her eye. You wonder how she'll try to regain some of her lost control. [[Head Home.|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 25>> <<set $reya.dominance -= 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +25 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more submissive...", "info");<</script>>

When the tea is finished brewing you give Reya a cup and the two of you drink in silence. The rest of the day continues without anything unexpected. By the time you finish your work, the sun is sinking lower in the sky. You report to Reya and then head home, feeling good about all you got done. [[Head Home.|ChurchWorkEnd]]

"I think I'll go dust the statues." You say. Reya nods and continues what she was doing. As usual you get to work, cleaning off the perfect marble bodies of the various gods and heroes. Although at first it was strange massaging the cold stone breasts, cocks, and butts of long dead priests and priestesses with a cloth, you hardly think about it at all now. In fact, you are usually completely distracted and have even taken to humming as you work to pass the time. You hum quietly, of course, so that your songs don't echo enough to reach the disapproving ears of Reya. You are humming to yourself, cleaning the stone image of a particularly attractive woman when you hear a quiet voice behind you. "You could be one of 'em, you've got the body for it. If they made a statue of you it would be a nice addition to the church," the voice is rough and sounds not only like its owner smokes a pipe, but like he might be smoking one right now. You turn and see that it is not the case, although otherwise the man scruffy man you see fits his voice perfectly. He grins at you and you force a smile back. You decide he must be one of the nomadic hunters who live in the hills and only head to town to trade furs and meat for necessities like oil and bread. They also frequently stop by the church searching for blessings before they return to the wilderness. "You do look nice, girl," he adds, testing your patience. His remarks are not the extent of his courage, however. As you return to your cleaning, you feel a hand on your $player.butt butt. You whirl on the hunter, slapping his hand away. The sound echoes through the main hall and in moments Reya is there. "What is all this noise in my church?" she asks, frowning at both of you. You start to speak but the hunter beats you to it. "Just sayin' my prayers when this girl comes up to me and tries to get me to touch her in all kinds of places. I think she looks nice and all, but the church is no place to turn tricks. But when I told her that, she slaps me!" His story is so ridiculous that you are almost glad he spoke first. You look at Reya and roll your eyes, certain that she will soon kick the man out. Instead, she surprises you. "I apologize, sir. I knew she was prone to sin, but never thought she would be so brazen. I beg you to ignore her wantonness, I am trying to make her better." As she speaks, Reya gives you a look which says she both knows and doesn't care that the man's story is a complete fabrication. You simply stand there in shock. "$name. I believe you have statues to dust, and don't disregard the feet. Look at how dusty these ones are," she says, pointing to the statue you were just cleaning. You are still frozen by the unfairness of the situation when Reya speaks again. "Hurry up, dust them off." You bend over to dust the toes of the stone woman and Reya pushes you further, forcing your butt into the air and your face almost touching the ground. The priestess apologizes again to the hunter and walks away. Although Reya is gone, you stay in your position submissively, wiping the statue's feet and keeping your ass in the air for the man behind you to ogle. It doesn't take very long to clean the dust, but it feels like an eternity to you. You know that the man is staring, admiring the shape of your butt, and you are presenting it to him almost willingly. Before you finish you feel his hand on your butt again. The hunter gives a firm squeeze. "Beautiful. I'll be thinking of you every night on the trail," he tells you. You feel a strange mixture of shame and pride from his dirty compliment, and the feeling lingers in your mind for the rest of the day. [[Head Home.|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 25>> <<set $reya.dominance += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +25 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more dominant...", "info");<</script>>

"I'll help you out with your studies," you tell Reya. She looks tired today, and she is the type to get more ornery the less energy she has. "Good. I need to go down into the library to study some books." She says sharply. She gestures for you to follow her and the two of you head into her living chambers. You never knew the church had a library, but it makes sense considering the diversity of holy texts Reya references on a daily basis. You are surprised to find that the library is in a hidden basement, kept cool and dry by stone reinforced walls. Before the two of you descend into the darkness, Reya lights and hands you an unlit candle. "I'll need some light down there. Light this and hold it for me," she tells you. You do as she says, using the candle to illuminate your way into the musty basement. A flickering orange glow reveals the aged bindings of countless books, organized snugly into rows of shelving. Reya searches the stacks carefully, pulling books out, thumbing through them, and then returning them to their place. When she does find a book she is looking for, she hands it to you to hold. Soon you are holding a stack of books in one hand and the candle in the other. Reya eventually comes to a thick tome labelled 'Archaic Rituals and Rites'. She slides it from its spot and passes the heavy book to you. "I don't think I can hold it," you tell her. You are already struggling to keep the books balanced without dropping the candle in your other hand. Reya lets out an exasperated sigh and plucks the candle from your hand, swapping it with the dusty volume on rituals. You fight the urge to sneeze as the dust tickles your nose. <<if $player.bust > 4>> Just as quickly as she took the candle, Reya pulls your neckline out and slips the wax rod between your breasts. She adjusts it a little before letting it go. Nestled in your cleavage, the candle is perilously close to burning you. You have to push your chest forward to avoid the heat. Reya looks at you approvingly. "You make a good candlestick," she says with a smirk. You feel a hot drip of wax slide down into your cleavage, burning you slightly and sending a shock through the sensitive skin of your breasts. You gasp from the pain. [[Endure the pain.|BreastsCandle]] [[Defy Reya|DefyReya]] <<else>> Reya looks you over curtly, staring for a moment at your unimpressive chest. Finally, she looks you in the eyes. "Open your mouth," she says. You don't even think before letting your jaw drop. You wonder what it is about Reya that makes you want to follow her commands. "Good girl," she says breathily, sending shivers down your spine. Reya turns the candle horizontally and puts the waxy shaft between your teeth. Gently, Reya pushes your jaw closed so that your teeth hold the candle in place. A drop of hot wax splats onto your shoulder, but you cannot cry out without dropping the candle. Instead you whimper pitifully. [[Keep holding the candle.|CandleGag]] [[Defy Reya|DefyReya]] <</if>>

You pour the potion into Reya's cup and then place both onto small ceramic plates. Reya watches you set hers down on her desk, making sure you don't spill onto her research. You hope she doesn't think too much about the sweet smell. For a moment you think Reya will find some problem with the tea, but you are relieved to see that she takes a long sip. "This is good tea, $name. Thank you." Reya says with unusual tenderness. You almost feel bad for spiking her tea, but the anticipation overpowers any guilt you feel. Soon the effects of the pollen will kick in. It doesn't take too long for Reya to start to look a bit more drowsy. Her eyelids droop slightly and she fights to focus on her book, but this is more than just common sleepiness. You see her eyes losing focus and know that her thoughts are becoming hazy. After a few minutes you decide to test the effects of the potion. "Reya. Look at me." you start by getting the priestess' attention. Reya turns slowly to look at you. Her usual piercing gaze is replaced by a distracted stare. You smile, excited to test her limits. "Stand up," you command. Reya looks for a moment like she might protest, but then she slowly gets to her feet. "Spin around for me and then bend over," you expect Reya to fight but her mind is obviously too clouded. Meekly, the priestess turns around and bends over her desk, sticking her shapely ass out for your admiration. Usually her robes cover up her attributes, but in this demeaning position you can tell her butt is well rounded, not at all what you would expect of someone in the clergy. "You have a nice butt," you tell her, testing her restraint. Reya only giggles, intoxicated by the combination of mesmer pollen and chamomile. //Perfect.// It's time to push her further. "Stand back up and pull your robe up over your head." you say slowly but in a firm tone of voice. Reya hesitates, warring with herself. She knows she shouldn't obey, but her thoughts are moving at such a slow pace that she finds it difficult to understand why she shouldn't. You repeat your command and this time Reya doesn't have the willpower to fight it. She turns to you with an empty smile and begins to remove her robe. You watch as the dark fabric slides up across her thighs, soft stomach, and cushiony breasts. "Stop there." You say. Reya freezes, holding the robe up so it covers her face. There is something sexy about her standing in front of you, exposed to your lusty eyes and unable to see your reaction. You wonder if being exposed is doing anything for her as well, and decide to find out. You move toward her and press your fingers between her legs. The once commanding priestess only squeaks as you rub her slit through her panties. When you pull your hand away you feel a faint dampness on your fingers. //She is enjoying this!// You don't want to press your luck, but you can't resist cupping her firm breasts in your hands, running your palm over the fine fabric of her bra. Your caresses coax her nipples awake and you see them poke up against her modest covering. After memorizing the scene in front of you, you tell Reya she can put her robe down. She lets it fall at once, tragically hiding her beautiful olive skin from view. Her face is a mixture of arousal and distant shame as she waits for your next command. "Go back to your studies." you tell her. You wish you could toy with her more, but you don't want to be around when the potion wears off. Better to let the humiliating memory stew for a while. You finish up your cleaning and head home without checking on Reya again. [[Continue|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 25>> <<set $reya.dominance -= 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +25 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more submissive...", "info");<</script>> <<potion clear>>

<<set _empty to $ingredients.random()>>\ "Laundry and tea sounds nice," you tell the priestess. "It's not meant to be nice. Through work we honor the gods." Reya says stoically. You aren't sure how to respond, so you set to work on the laundry, bringing it to a stream just outside town for washing. You are almost through the laundry when you notice a particularly messy pair of Reya's panties. Although the underwear is modest, you can tell the priestess was particularly horny when wearing these ones. You absentmindedly wonder if you were there on the day she was wearing these. Would you have noticed if the dour priestess was getting this worked up? Without thinking you lift the panties to your face. Delightfully, you can still smell the faint musky smell of the priestess' pussy. As you continue washing, you feel slightly more aroused. ----- After returning to the church and hanging the wet clothes, you find Reya at her desk pouring over a book. When you approach her, Reya turns to you. "I suppose you're done with laundry and ready to make some tea?" <<first>> You nod immediately but realize you have no idea how to work the complex looking stove in the corner. Unlike the common wood-burning stoves used in most of the town, Reya's stove runs on distilled seed oil similar to an oil lamp. You stare at the contraption, unsure how to start but too afraid to ask for help. When Reya looks back at you again she sighs. "You townsfolk don't know how to work any modern technology." You bristle at her insult but watch with interest pumps a small contraption near the bottom of the stove. After pumping a few times, she takes a candle from her desk and holds it to the burner, lighting it easily. The fire streams out of small holes before Reya stops it with a knob. "Understand?" She asks you. You nod and Reya seems content to return to her reading."Don't waste the fuel." She says as you leave to fetch water for the tea. "I won't." you answer.<</first>> It doesn't take you long to fetch water from the well in the town square and boil it. Soon, the smell of dark tea fills the room when you begin to brew it in two small ceramic mugs. You don't have too much time, but Reya is so focused that she wouldn't notice if you slipped a bit of a potion into her tea. <<if ndef _empty>>\ Unfortunately you don't have any potions on hand. [[Continue|DrinkTeaReya]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot") && $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ <<if $reya.dominance > 4>>\ [[Spike Reya's tea.|AphrodisiacReyaDom]] <<else>>\ [[Spike Reya's tea.|AphrodisiacReyaSub]] <</if>>\ <<elseif $ingredients.includes("chamomile") && $ingredients.includes("mesmerpollen")>>\ [[Spike Reya's tea.|MesmerReyaSub]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("animaflower")>>\ You would add your potion, but the effects of the anima flowers are a little too strong. You don't know how you would explain the transformation to Reya. [[Continue|DrinkTeaReya]] <<else>>\ Your potion probably isn't strong enough to make things interesting. <</if>>\ [[Don't mess with Reya's tea.|DrinkTeaReya]]

You lie down on the priestess' bed. It is surprisingly soft compared to your bed and you let yourself collapse onto the silky sheets. It takes effort not to fall asleep after a busy morning of cleaning. You resist the urge to nap, instead rolling over and pulling up your skirt slowly. You stop when you reveal the pale fabric of your panties. Once you are satisfied with how much thigh you are showing, you pull off your top, revealing your bra. Finally, you shift into a provocative position, pushing your chest out to exaggerate your breasts and resting your head on the pillow. If what Reya wrote in her diary is true, then this position should break her composure a little. You only have to wait about ten minutes before Reya pops in to check on you. She doesn't notice you right away, scanning the rest of the room for any areas you might have missed. Once she sees you, partially undressed and laying seductively on her bed, she tenses up. You see her looking at your body and feign as if you were just sleepily awakening from a nap. "Napping on the job?" Reya says when you catch her staring. "I figured as much. You've turned out to be quite the layabout. Surprising, considering who your mentor was." You don't let her jab get a rise out of you, instead stretching out on the bed and yawning. You make sure you stick your $player.butt ass in the air slightly, teasing Reya a little more. "Your bed is just so comfortable," you answer, sitting up. Your disregard for her anger only seems to make her more mad, and Reya stomps over towards the bed. The priestess grabs your wrists and begins to pull you out of bed, putting herself off balance. You sieze the moment and pull her onto you, making it seem like and accident. You feel her supple body pin you to the mattress and are once again reminded that Reya is actually very young. "Oh!" You exclaim, "I'm sorry, priestess Reya." She tries to get up and you grind your hips forward and arch your back so that your breasts press against hers. The contact catches Reya off guard and she lingers a moment. "I think, $name, that you should go home for the day. I have some business to attend to and I would appreciate if you werent here to distract me." You are surprised how quickly the rage fled from her tone, replaced by a distractedness that you can only attribute to arousal. As she pulls herself off of you, you swear you feel her hands briefly touch your breasts unnecissarily. It's almost as if she doesn't want to pull away from your body. When the two of you finally stand up, a process which never should have taken so long, you hug Reya, making sure to press your body up against hers. "Thank you for letting me help out." You say before heading home. You know that the thanking is a flimsy excuse to hug her, but as she struggles to stammer a response, you know the contact was worth it. You feel like your teasing might be the key to bring out the priestess' submissive side. [[Head Home.|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 25>> <<set $reya.dominance -= 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +25 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more submissive...", "info");<</script>>

"I'd like to learn to ring the bell today," you tell Reya. "Good choice, girl. It has been years since this church has had anyone but me to ring the bell, and I haven't the time to be trudging up there before every mass, much less on the hour." Reya tells you. You can see that this has a concern of hers for a while. The priestess leads you towards the front of the church where you ascend a spiral staircase up one of the two belfry towers. The stairs are steep and incredibly narrow, made of stone which still hasn't been worn smooth. "The other tower never got its bell, unsurprisingly. I'm shocked they even managed to ship this one out here from the city. Just getting it from the river barges to the church site must have been a massive undertaking." Reya informs you passionately. Her enthusiasm for the history of her church breaks through her usual stony demeanor. The two of you finally reach the belfry, where the massive bell is suspended about fourteen feet up. You gasp when you see it's size. From the square below it seemed small, but in actuality it is as tall as you. The sides are shining brass etched with scenes of the gods. All around the bell are wooden beams "It's beautiful!" You tell Reya, causing her to beam with pride. "It is. But you should see the bells in Hadras. The great cathedral has bell towers with bells twice the size of this one, so big that the tollers have to turn them upside down to get them ringing on time. On holidays the city is filled with the sounds of bells." Reya loses herself in memories for a moment."This one is easier to ring. The town is so small that it doesn't have to get very loud. You just have to use this rope." Reya takes hold of a thick rope which extends up to a ring on the bell's clapper. "That seems easy enough," you say. "What you really need to learn, are the different patterns. Unfortunately I can't ring them now without the whole town hearing. I need you to climb up and mute the bell." Reya tells you. You see a spark of something devious in her eyes but her face remains serious. //Couldn't she show me the patterns without ringing the actual bell?// Despite your hesitancy, you climb a rickety latter that's been set against the rafters and make your way towards the bell. You see Reya staring up at you and you realize your skirt is probably showing off a lot more than you want it to. You try to hurry while maintaining your balance on the wooden beams. The bell itself is suspended from the ceiling by some of the largest braided ropes you've ever seen, looped around a large ring on the top of the bell. "Should I just put my hand to it?" you call down to Reya. "No, that won't be enough. You should be able to sit on it!" Reya calls back up to you. It's easy enough to get onto the bell, but you have to straddle the curved top and press yourself against the ring, holding the rope for balance. The cold metal against your thighs makes you shiver. "Is this good?" "Yes, that should be perfect. Now, the first pattern is before a regular mass. Pay careful attention to the breaks between each toll." Before you have a chance to respond, Reya begins to ring the bell. The first chime is shockingly loud despite your body muffling it. The vibrations run right through you, evoking a funny feeling in your stomach. For regular mass, Reya rings 20 times, regularly spaced. Without you muffling the bell, the chimes would blend together, but your body absorbs most of the vibrations. You can't tell if you enjoy the strange sensations or not. Unconsciously, your hips roll forward, slowly pressing your pussy against the metal of the bell. "Next is for funerals. This one is three quick chimes, followed by a long break and then repeated over again." Reya calls up to you. You can't see the priestess below you as she heaves the rope back and forth, ringing the bell once again. The three quick tolls allow the vibrations to grow much more intense, and you're suddenly aware of the vibrations pulsing directly onto your clit. You gasp aloud at the powerful sensation. //Fuck that feels incredible!// It's impossible to resist grinding against the bell as Reya repeats the funreal chimes. Every round of sensation is better than the last, and before long you're moaning and bucking against the bell in time with the chimes, smearing your soaked panties on the brass. Fortunately the sounds of your passion are masked by the sound of the bell. When the ringing stops, you're left panting and aching for more. "Finally, I'll show you the marriage chimes. As you know, these happen after the ceremony. A celebration of love." Reya begins the wedding chimes immediately, ringing the bell rapidly. The continued chiming causes the vibrations to build in intensity even more than before, rattling your teeth and causing your breasts to jiggle. In response, you mash your pussy desperately against the bell, letting the metal vibrate against your clit. Without thinking, you yank your panties down, letting your bare sopping pussy press against the brass. The sensation is incredibly intense building and building so fast that you collapse against the bell. The vibration rushes through your entire body, and you scream in ecstasy. Even as you cum the sensation continues to build, overstimulating you and causing your pussy to clench and spray femcum out onto the bell again and again. It runs in rivulets into the decorative etchings. When it finally stops, you take a moment to catch your breath. Beneath you, Reya is saying something, but your mind is too addled to make any sense of it. "$name? Are you okay up there?" Reya calls. "Yes, I'm fine. Sorry, my ears are ringing. I'll be down in a second." you answer shakily. It's true, your ears are ringing slightly, so you hope Reya will buy your excuse. You regretfully pull yourself from the bell, adjust your hair and panties, and then hurry over to the ladder. You hope Reya doesn't notice that your white panties are now transparent from your fluids, or that your thighs are slick with femcum. When you climb down you notice with embarrassment that the evidence of your ecstasy has run down the side of the bell and is currently dripping from above. Reya notices the drips and smirks but doesn't say anything on the subject, mercifully allowing your dignity to remain in tact. "I hope that was educational for you," the priestess says. You can't make out any amusement or arousal in her voice. "Hopefully you can start helping me out with the bell more often. You may leave early today." Reya's approving words fill you with satisfaction. You like making the priestess happy, especially if it involves mind blowing orgasms like today. [[Continue.|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 75>> <<set $reya.dominance += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +100 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more dominant...", "info");<</script>>

"I'll help you clean up around your quarters today." You inform Reya. She nods, barely acknowledging you as she goes to her desk to study. "Tidy up in here and then you can do laundry while I go to take a bath." Reya says distractedly. //A bath?// You didn't even realize that there was a place to take a bath in the church. As if sensing your confusion, Reya adds, " I'll show it to you once you've finished your work. Maybe someday I'll even let you use it." You go about cleaning the room, but unbidden, horny thoughts spring to your mind. You remember how Reya has looked at you in the past, and keep making excuses to lean over the priestess' desk, letting your breasts hang close to the priestesses' face. Surprisingly Reya seems more than tolerant of your escapades today, and she even steals some quick glances at you as you work. You make sure to bend over as much as possible, letting your skirt ride up so Reya has the chance to glimpse your panties. The two of you are clearly working each other up. You're turned on by teasing the priestess while she's clearly turned on from your display. No matter how hard she tries to hide it, you can see her face begin to flush. You wonder if her pussy is starting to get wet. You know yours is. ---- "I think that's everything," you tell Reya as you put the last of the laundry into a basket. "Good work girl," she praises you, sending a jolt of satisfaction through you. "Now follow me." Reya takes a moment to gather a clean outfit from her wardrobe and then escorts you into the basement. The two of you walk down a long hallway, lit only by the candle in Reya's hand. As you advance, the air begins to feel slightly warmer. You even think it might be slightly more humid. Reya stops in front of a heavy wooden door and then pushes it open. A wave of warm, humid air rushes over you filled with a delightfully clean earthy smell. Reya smiles at your bewilderment. "It is an underground hot spring. They discovered it when they were building the church, and decided to turn it into a bath. Of course, there are some ceremonies which can be performed here as well." Reya says as she proceeds around the room, lighting candles and a couple wall sconces. As the darkness fades way you see the steaming bathwater, bubbling up from grates into a polished marble cistern almost 15' by 15'. Around it are statues and furniture for rituals you've never heard of. You can't help but gasp at the hidden luxury. //Did Gerta even know about this?// "You can take this candle back upstairs and get started on the laundry in a moment. Before you do, step outside for a moment so I can take this off and you can add it to the rest." Reya says, gesturing to her robe. She hands you the candle and pushes you out, shutting the door behind you and closing off any hope that you might be able to partake in a bath of your own. You look at the door longingly. <<linkreplace "Try to peek through the door." t8n>>\ //I might as well get something out of this.// You press your head against the keyhole of the door and peer through. Luckily, Reya decided to strip near the door, and you're treated to the sight of her lowering her robe. Her full figure is revealed to you and you stare hungrily. Reya's body is soft and curvier than her robes let on, with plump breasts and stomach which is muscular but not slim. When she bends over to slide her panties down her thighs, you see her ass jiggle slightly. Her thighs part, exposing her glistening pubes. //She was leaking so much!// Dark lips conceal the slightest hint of pink, driving you mad with desire. You want her to push your head between her thighs so you can worship the priestess like she was meant to be worshipped. You can't look away as Reya gathers up her clothes by the door and then slowly descends into the bath. "You may collect my clothes now." Reya calls to you from the bath. You step inside timidly, taking her clothes carefully. You glance at Reya, but the rising steam obscures any glimpse of the gorgeous body beneath the water. ---- You take Reya's clothes to the river to wash them, arriving at the shallows where the townsfolk bring their laundry. One other woman you recognize from town packs her wet clothes into a basket and heads home to hang them. You're about to start when you see Reya's fresh pair of panties atop the pile. Without even hesitating you bring them to your face, taking a deep breath of the priestess' musky scent. Her panties are soaked through at the crotch with the day's arousal, a discovery which sends shivers of arousal running through you. You extend your tongue, tasting Reya's feminine juices, and in moments you have the panties in your mouth. You suck desperately at the soiled panties, fueling your lust with Reya's delicious flavor. The sheer dirtiness of having a priestess' panties in your mouth drives you wild. Your lust controls you, driving you to touch your own leaking pussy, rubbing your clit through your panties as you imagine that it's not just Reya's panties in your mouth, but Reya herself, grinding her nether lips against your tongue. You almost bring yourself to orgasm right there with Reya's panties stuffed in your mouth, but you are interrupted by a sound from the woods. You quickly pull the panties out from between your lips and your hand from between your legs, trying to look innocent. Another woman from the town has come to do laundry. //Fuck, I was so close!// You do Reya's laundry quickly, trying not to think about the second disappointment of the day, or the resulting wetness between your legs. You save Reya's panties. She probably won't notice, and you can finish what you started when you get home. In the meantime, you step behind a tree and strip your own sodden panties off and stow them in your satchel, replacing them with Reya's. A strange mixture of shame and arousal fills you as you fell the damp panties slide against your pussy. They're a little big, but luckily your ass is big enough to keep them from falling down entirely. ---- Back at the church, you hang the laundry outside and then head in to Reya's quarters. The priestess is there waiting, perfumed and clean from her bath. Even the sight of her in her robe is enough to inflame you unsatiated desire. "While I was bathing, I reflected on your work here for me, and I began to feel a little bit of concern about leaving you in situations where you might be subjected to temptation. Despite my usual thoughtfulness, I fear I put you in one such situation today." Reya's voice has an unnerving superiority to it, like a teacher speaking to a student, but somehow that only turns you on more. Still, worry creeps through the horny thoughts. //What is she talking about? Did she catch me peeking through the door earlier?// "I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean." You say meekly. "Never mind. Let me see your satchel." You hesitate for a moment, but remember that you're wearing Reya's panties. You can make up an excuse about your panties. You hand Reya the satchel. "Good girl." Reya says, making you flush. "Now let's see what you have here. A potion of some sort. Some leaves. What's this?" Reya pulls your soaked panties from the satchel and looks at you with a look of self satisfaction. You're not sure how you always manage to get in these situations where she has complete power over you, and you're not sure you mind. "My panties" you answer sheepishly. Reya rubs the fabric between her thumb and forefinger, taking note of the wetness. You expect her to ask for an excuse. //I'll tell her they got wet in the river.// "If these are in here, then what are you wearing under here? I hope you aren't naked beneath your skirts, in my church." Before you can react, Reya steps forward and lifts your skirts, revealing your shameful secret. Reya doesn't seem surprised at all to see her panties where yours should have been. "I can expl-" "Hush. I've clearly overestimated you once again." Reya pulls her panties down your legs, revealing your leaking pussy. Your unsatiated lust is evident from your swollen clit and flushed lips. A glistening strand of your arousal connects your slit to the crotch of Reya's panties, which are probably more soaked with your own juices than Reya's at this point. "You'll have to be punished for this indecency. I know you struggle with lust, but stealing my things is pushing it too far. Look at the mess you've made of them, too." To emphasize her point, Reya runs her fingers over the crotch of the panties, collecting your precum and then wipes the slick fingers on your face. You shudder with intense arousal. Reya steps to her wardrobe and pulls something from the back before sitting on her bed. In her hands is a leather riding crop. "Come here, girl. It's time for your punishment." You step over to her obediently and she guides you into a prone position on the bed, laying across her lap. Your thoughts are racing, full of worry, fear, but mostly arousal. When the priestess pulls your skirt up all the way, revealing your round buttcheeks, you gasp in anticipation. "Just let your mind go blank and it will be over before you know it," Reya coos with a sudden gentleness. You begin to relax just as the first blow from the crop lands on your ass. "Ahhhhmmmm" you half whine half scream in pain. You weren't expecting it to be so much sharper than a spanking, and your whole body tenses in anticipation of another hit. Reya waits a moment, and mercifully the pain fades more quickly than a spank would as well. It hardly matters though because Reya brings her arm down again and you feel another sharp line of pain flare up on your ass. You try to remember Reya's advice about letting your mind go blank but its impossible to actually follow. Reya begins to hit you again and again, increasing the frequency and intensity of the blows. Your attempts to empty your mind only create more room for the pain. Every one of the repeated cracks of the riding crop against your butt is followed by a scream or whine. No matter how hard you try to hold the pitiful sounds in, the shock of the spanking drags from your lips. You eventually stop trying to hold them in, letting yourself scream and cry as Reya inflicts her punishment. You start to wonder if you deserved it. You were bad after all, maybe this is how sluts like you are meant to be treated. The thought reawakens your dormant lust, and you find it competing with the pain. Each strike brings the sensation of punishment to the front of your mind, but the moments in between become filled with pleasure. You are surprised to find the pleasure beginning to win out. As if Reya is privy to the war between pleasure and pain going on in your head, she changes up her punishment. You're suddenly aware that every fourth strike isn't landing on your ass at all, but instead, more softly, on your aching pussy. The sharp strike of the leather on your clit erases any boundary between pain and pleasure entirely. Even the sharp smack of the crop on your ass, which once seemed unbearable, now sends potent arousal coursing through you. Your screams of pain transform into moans and screams of pleasure, and drool mingles with the smeared tears on Reya's sheets. //Fuck, I've never felt like this before!// One final strike on your pussy fills your mind to the brink with pure sensation. Pleasure and pain shock your senses until you're mind stops functioning completely. Your body convulses and tenses with an intensity which you don't even recognize as an orgasm until your pussy begins to radiate pleasure. A flood of girlcum spurts from your abused cunt soaking Reya's crotch. "Mmmmfuuuuhhh" you moan into the Reya's bed as the last of the powerful sensations begin to fade. Your pussy spasms again, dripping even more of your cum onto the priestess' lap. Moments later, you collapse onto Reya. The priestess shows you her gentler side, softly stroking your back as you bask in the aftershocks of your orgasm. "It seems I might have to find some other form of punishment for you. You're such a slut that you get off on beatings." Reya says after a minute. "I'm sorry Reya," you murmur, still a bit dazed from the experience. "It's okay, girl. I still have hope that you'll do better, but even so, there are uses for a lost cause." Reya says gently. //A lost cause? Is that all I am?// "I'll do better," You promise, but part of you knows that if what happened today is the "punishment" then you won't try that hard. ---- When you finally get off Reya, you see how much of a mess you've made. The bed is soaked with drool and tears and Reya is soaked with your girlcum. The room stinks of your pussy. You catch a glimpse of your ass in the mirror and wince. Both cheeks are florid from the beating, and there are a few angry red welts from particularly vigorous smacks. You aren't sure how long it will be until the evidence of this is gone. You pull your own panties back on and then Reya dismisses you. You wander home lost in memories of the eventful day. [[Continue.|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 100>> <<set $reya.dominance += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +100 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more dominant...", "info");<</script>> <</linkreplace>>

"I think I'll dust the statues again." You tell Reya, remembering the humiliating previous attempts to dust. You wonder if you'll be able to simply finish you work without interruption today. "Good, I was hoping that would be your choice." Reya says with a worrying smirk, "Before you begin, I wanted to mention some complaints I've been getting. The townsfolk aren't particularly fond of you wearing your work clothes in the church. I've decided you should wear a different outfit today. Something more formal." "But I'm going to be working! It doesn't make sense to wear anything fancy. It'll just get dirty!" you protest. "Then I'm sure you'll do a great job washing it with the rest of the laundry," Reya says in a tone of voice that silences any further complaint. Reya strides over to her wardrobe and searches through the hanging robes and gowns. You expect something long and flowy like Reya's usual attire, but what Reya pulls from the back of the wardrobe makes you blush. //That can't be traditional.// The outfit Reya holds out to you is like something from an erotic performance. Although it flows like a proper priestess' gown, it's far more revealing. The neckline is almost obscenely low, and instead of a full skirt there are long cuts designed to reveal the legs all the way to the base of the thighs. Reya hands you the hanger. "Oh, I almost forgot. I'd like you to wear these too." Reya bends and pulls out a pair of black shoes. The dark leather of the shoes shines slightly in the candlelight. Laces run up the front of the shoes, high enough to reach the lower calf. Even more shocking, however, are the heels. You almost feel pain in your feet as you eye what must be nearly six inch heels. "You want me to wear that? While I dust?" you ask timidly. "I doubt we'll have any complaints, and besides, these have been tucked away in there for far too long. A special order, from the city, waiting to be worn." Reya looks at the outfit longingly for a moment, but then up at you. You can see the excitement in her eyes. <<if $reya.dominance < 0>>\ [[Make Reya Wear the Outfit|ReyaDust]] <<elseif $reya.dominance <= 3>>>\ [[Make Reya Wear the Outfit|ReyaDust]] [[Obey|HeelsDust]] <<else>>\ [[Obey|HeelsDust]] <</if>>\

You take the degrading outfit from Reya and walk towards a decorative privacy screen in the corner of the room. "No. Change right here." Reya orders. You freeze, waiting for her to give an excuse for you not to use the privacy screen, but none comes. She just expects you to obey. She's right. With a sigh, you begin to pull off your clothes, stripping naked in front of the priestess. She watches you closely, not betraying any emotion at the sight of your pert breasts. Once you're down to just your panties, you begin to slide on the gown Reya gave you. "Panties off too." Reya says curtly. You hesitate, again hoping for any justification beyond humiliating you. Still, none comes. //Am I really going to give in so easily?// you wonder, but you're already sliding your panties down your thighs, giving reya a full view of your pussy. You blush when you see a slight shimmer of wetness on your lips. Reya clearly notices too, and even smirks slightly. "Good. We wouldn't want a servant of the gods seen in any of your grubby old clothes." Reya says. "Now you may put on the gown." It takes you a moment to get the silky dress on, but once you do, you feel incredible. The fabric is softer than anything you've ever worn, and thin silk runs over all your curves, leaving little to the imagination. Your cleavage is revealed seductively by the neckline, and your nipples poke up against the soft fabric. Fortunately your bare pussy is safely hidden away, even as you take a step and the slits in the skirt expose an immodest portion of your thigh. "Beautiful." Reya says with a smile, making you shiver with delight. "Now put on the heels." When you finally take a step in the obscenely high heels, you reel slightly, almost stumbling. Luckily you regain your balance without crashing into Reya in the process. Once she's confident you aren't going to collapse, Reya hands you the feather duster and sends you out to begin your work. ---- What might have been a quick task is arduous in the heels. You have to walk carefully and intentionally to avoid falling, and every step makes a click which echoes off the walls. Still, you quickly fall into a rhythm as you work, despite the leering gaze of a few men. In fact, their eyes on your suggestive attire turns you on a little, and you make a show out of it, pushing out your ass and giving them glimpses of your thighs from time to time. They clearly respond to your performance, leering even harder. You even hear some suggestive remarks about your body. A side effect of your immodesty, however, is a deep and powerful thrill which you can't seem to ignore. Even if your training with Gerta imparted a healthy skepticism for mysticism, you cannot completely let go of your view of the church as a sacred place. The edifice of the place alone reflects a holiness which is inhospitable to the desires of flesh. The stark contrast between the sanctity of the church and your current profane garb imparts a certain sinfulness to your very presence. It is a delightful sinfulness. It's heat pulses through you causing your heart to race and your mind to fog with desire. Your arousal builds as you work, setting you off balance as your mind is filled with fantasies of sex. It's so distracting that you end up tripping over yourself. Echoes alert everyone to your fall. You feel embarrassed enough by the attention before you realize just how exposed you actually are. Cold church air greets your exposed pussy. //Everyone can see how turned on I am// you realize with a start. In the flickering candlelight it must be blatantly obvious that not only your pussy, but your thighs are coated with your juices. You hear whispers as the churchgoers notice your vulnerable position, only heightening your feeling of being on display. You curse Reya's wardrobe choice for being so impractical. When you manage to make it back to your feet, you glance around. Some of the churchgoers, thankfully, have averted their gaze, clearly as uncomfortable with your sacrilegious display. Others however, stare at you with hungry eyes, transparently reflecting their fantasies. If they are still praying at all, they're praying to have their way with you. You know you should feel ashamed to have flashed your most private parts in the church, but the memory only turns you on even more. //I can't keep going like this.// You keep dusting until you come to a somewhat private alcove and take your chance, ducking around the corner. In the alcove you throw yourself onto a leather kneeler, barely sparing glancing at the statue behind you, a pious looking priest from some distant past. Above you, rows of votive candles burn low, each symbolizing some earnest plea to the gods. Nothing could be further from your mind. You spread your legs, allowing the dress to slide away from your dripping snatch. //I have to be quick.// You thrust your hands between your legs and almost moan with pleasure before you remember to be quiet. Even just the wet sounds of your fingers as they begin to work your pussy echo in the alcove and threaten to give away your sinful activities. As the realization that you're masturbating in sets in you let it fuel your passions. You are a sinful little slut, giving in to her earthly desires in the house of the gods. The alcove is quickly filled with the smells of your sweet arousal, a musky scent which mingles with the incense in the air. Every breath of the heady mixture intoxicates you. As the lust builds, you feel your body quiver with anticipation. Your hips buck off of the leather kneeler, grinding against your fingers in an attempt to drive them deeper. Finally your body tightens and you can't contain a single gasp of pleasure. //Fuck, I'm coming!// you manage to think before your body trembles again and your pussy pulses with incapacitating pleasure. You feel your juices spurt in spray around your hand before collapsing back onto the kneeler in a daze. When you open your eyes, you are greeted by the disapproving gaze of Reya. "What deviance have I just come upon in my church?" Reya asks. "I-" "Perhaps you forget what this place is, and why I allow you to work here." Reya cuts you off easily. "You are here to serve me and the gods. When I ask you to clean, I don't expect you to go off and profane this place of worship. I know you've had to endure exceptional temptation lately, but honestly, girl, I thought better of you." You hardly think her admonition is fair, considering she's been a major source of your temptation. It's not like you chose to wear this outfit. Still, you decide against speaking back to the commanding priestess. "I'm sorry Reya, I will do better." You say meekly. "Good. Because I am a patient woman, I will give you another chance. You may begin you contrition right now by cleaning up your mess." For the first time you notice the mess you've made. All around the scene of your dalliance are glistening traces of your girl cum. //Gods I came hard.// Even the kneeler is damp with your cum. "I'll clean it up right away, priestess." You promise, and glance around for your dusting rag. //Did I leave it back in the main hall?// You can't find it anywhere. You start to stand up, but Reya stops you. "I want it done now." She says sternly. All you can think to use is your dress, but as soon as you gather it up, Reya clears her throat. "That's already soiled enough, don't you think?" Reya says. "What should I use then?" "The God's gave you a mouth, and since you don't seem averse to using your body in other ways, this shouldn't be too hard for you." Reya says, you see her smirk for a brief moment before her face returns to its stern visage. You hesitate. Is Reya really asking you to clean your juices with your mouth? Off the floor? Are you really going to do this? Before you can make up your mind, Reya pushes you down on all fours. "Show me I wasn't wrong about giving you another chance," Reya says in a firm voice. It's a tone which erases the last of your resistance. You look at your glistening girlcum, suddenly delightfully aware of your musky scent. Despite your degrading position, you find yourself flushing with warmth once again. You slowly lower your face to the marble floor, extend your tongue, and tentatively taste the product of your earlier passion. Your girlcum is delicious and familiar, reminding you of all the times you've cleaned your fingers after touching yourself. "Good girl." You hear Reya coo from above. The simple praise is enough to have you lapping at the floor like a dog, almost slurping up your juices. You don't care if you're in the most humiliating position of your life, you would do much more to please Reya. You make quick work of your mess, so aroused by your submission that you're about ready to make another mess. When you finish, you stand up and let Reya inspect the results. "Did I do good?" You ask expectantly. "Excellent work, girl. You've done a wonderful job." You beam at the priestess' compliment. Giddy and aroused by the events of the day. When Reya dismisses you, you hurry to the priestess' quarters to change back into your regular clothes. Your steps are accompanied by the giddy click of your heels. You're too satisfied to care that your dress has a conspicuous wet spot around the crotch, or that you smell faintly of pussy. [[Head home.|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 75>> <<set $reya.dominance += 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +75 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more dominant...", "info");<</script>>

You take the degrading outfit from Reya and almost consider giving in and putting it on, but something in the way Reya looks at the outfit makes you think you can turn this around. You take a moment to steel yourself and then speak as firmly as you can. "Actually, I want you to do the dusting today." You tell the priestess, preparing yourself to match wills. Reya's face goes from shock to anger to her usual mask so quickly that you almost miss it. "What did you say girl?" she asks calmly. "I want you to put on this gown and those heels and dust the statues in front of everyone." You keep a commanding tone in your voice, despite feeling unsure of yourself. A moment's hesitation as Reya glances at the outfit once again emboldens you. She's considering it. "That's your job g-" "Shh, let's help you get changed." you say gently but firmly. Reya's eyes go wide as you reach out and actually begin to undo the golden buttons at the top of her current gown. You hardly know what's possessed you, but it seems to have caught Reya off guard as well because she allows you to pull her habit off her shoulders. Your eyes wander over her tanned skin, delighting in the rare sight of her perky breasts. Either from the contact with the air or some //other reason//, the priestess' nipples harden. For a moment you both stand there, Reya bared to your sight. You watch her with a hardened gaze while she looks down, unable to meet your eyes. Still, the fight hasn't left her entirely. She takes a deep breath and then looks up at you. The priestess seems only slightly shaken from her unceremonious loss of control. "I'll do the rest myself," Reya snaps, swiping the gown from your hands and storming over to a decorative privacy screen inlaid with images of the gods. After a minute, she steps out, her bare feet padding against the polished stone floor. The priestess' usual scholarly appearance has vanished, replaced by the image of pure seduction. The silky fabric seems to flow over Reya's curves, hiding nothing. This morning when Reya dressed herself, she never would have guessed that she would soon be flaunting herself in this coquettish outfit. If she had, she might have decided to wear a bra. Now it's too late. Even if she wanted to go put one on, you would forbid her. The soft curve of her breasts beneath the thin silk, the way the neckline exposes an improper expanse of the delicate valley between them, the way the fabric flows like water away from the hard peaks of her nipples. All of these sights stoke the growing warmth in your stomach which began just when you took control. You are in //control//. "You look stunning." You say, trying to tease the priestess. Your voice belies the truth of your compliment. Reya only scowls in response, glancing at the leather heels. You help her into them with wordless excitement. Her feet are barely tough with callouses, a sign that she's never had the same exposure to manual labor that most of the town has. As you tighten the laces around her soft calves, a tremble runs through her. You glance up to find her blushing for the first time today. It clearly wasn't your dominance alone that lead her to submission. Once the shoes are tightened, you hand Reya your usual feather duster and a cloth. When she starts for the door, she makes it a few awkward steps before a crack in the floor sends her stumbling. The long skirt of her gown does almost nothing to cover her crotch as she collapses, and you glimpse modest white panties through the revealing slit of the gown. Reya gets up quickly, dusts herself off, and keeps going, a little more carefully than before. ---- You spend the day relaxing in the church, watching as Reya works, admiring how each step causes her hips to sway seductively. The sections of her skirts sway as she walks, flashing her thighs at you and everyone else who happens to be watching. At first there aren't many besides you, but the click of her heels on the stone floor draws glances which blossom into outright stares. An audience of townsfolk and a couple trappers from out of town gradually dapple the pews, pretending to pray as they watch the priestess work. How many of them must have fantasized about her during her usual ceremonies? ---- After a few hours, Reya finally finishes her dusting, to the disappointment of the various men scattered throughout the church. You follow the priestess into her back room, noting a surprising smoothness in her gait. She's a quick learner. "That was humiliating!" Reya says as soon as the door shuts behind you. "You're lucky I was feeling charitable today, girl." "Oh, you liked it." You say. "Excuse me?" "You liked it" you repeat, stepping towards Reya. You decide to take a risk, and pull the silken skirt of Reya's dusting outfit up. Before she can slap your hand away, your eyes alight on her modest panties, or at least what used to be modest panties. Over the course of her work, the naughty priestess must have gotten so worked up that she leaked all over her underwear. The soaked garment clings to her nether lips, and you can see her olive skin glistening through the now-transparent fabric. Reya looks down, blushing for the second time of the day as a devious smile crosses your face. "You loved it!" you tease. "Was it being watched, or being told what to do." Reya scowls at you, unwilling or unable to admit anything. "No, its just...ah!" Reya breaks off when you run a finger slowly over her soaked crotch. "Admit it. You love being told what to do. You love the feeling of giving up your control. Submitting to me turns you on like nothing else!" You press your hand against her pussy, feeling her hot flesh through the sopping fabric of her panties. Reya makes a noise in response which you think is rather undignified for the town priestess. "Please..." She manages weakly, but you're unsure whether she wants you to stop or keep going. You lean in close to the priestess, keeping just enough pressure that her body trembles against your hand. When your lips brush against her ear, Reya moans involuntarily. "Just say it, I know you want to," you whisper in her ear. Reya moans again and then seems to slump a little. "I admit it! I was hoping you would take control from moment I had the outfit made. I've been fantasizing about it for weeks." Reya still sounds like she has a little stubbornness left in her, but she admitted more than you expected. How many times had she fantasized about you with you in this very room? "Good girl," you whisper, pulling your now drenched fingers away from the priestesses' crotch. Reya falls to her knees, too week to keep her balance in the obscenely high heels. You leave her there, not even sparing a glance back as you walk out the door. As you head home, you wonder if the priestess masturbated to the day's events. //Probably before she even got up from the floor.// [[Continue.|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 75>> <<set $reya.dominance -= 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +75 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more submissive...", "info");<</script>>

"I can help you clean up the library today, Reya," You tell the priestess. "Good. I was hoping you might help me with that. The stacks of unsorted books are getting out of hand, it will probably take you all day." Reya says matter-of-factly. You frown. //Maybe I had other plans for the rest of my day.// Still, you nod obediently, and the two of you head to the library. ---- Reya wasn't exaggerating about the stacks of books. You almost groan out loud when you see them. //It's going to take hours to get all these put away.// You set to work right away, while Reya paces between the shelves of the library, looking for any books that might help with her current research. Before long organizing the duty library becomes as boring as you expected. You wonder why you volunteered for something you knew would be no fun. //Even the names of the books are boring!// You think as you shelve "A Guide to Historical Rituals and Saints of the 9th Century" next to one of the author's more fascinating titles: "Legal Regulations and the Faith: Church Construction Before Bonham". From the dust buildup, you guess Reya hadn't been very interested in it either. About halfway through your work, a devious thought pops into your head. You don't know whether it's out of boredom or lust, but you decide to start teasing Reya. You ask for some hints about where to put books, making sure to push your breasts up suggestively as you do, and bend over to check the bottoms of shelves in Reya's eyesight, letting your skirt ride up. At first you can't tell if Reya has even noticed anything, but soon you start catching her staring. The priestess always tears her lusty gaze away just as you turn to see her, looking back at her book instead of your round ass or perky tits. The teasing livens up your work significantly, and you even start to enjoy yourself. The little game of showing skin or a glimpse of panties has you almost as turned on as Reya. While shelving a book on the other side of the library from Reya, you lower a hand to your crotch, running it between your legs. "Gods, I'm wet!" You whisper to yourself, shivering a little at your touch. Your arousal is clouding your thoughts now, emboldening you. You think about Reya staring at your tight body, and imagine her pretty lips between your thighs. //Maybe...// You head back to the stacks and grab the heaviest tome you can find. It's some drivel about grain tithes from a town you've never heard of. Certainly not light reading in any sense of the word. In fact, you have to strain slightly to hold it up. It's place is on the top shelf. Perfect. You make your way over to Reya. "Reya, could you help steady the ladder while I bring this to the top?" You voice cuts through the thick silence of the library, echoing in the cramped space. Reya almost looks surprised to hear your voice. "Of course, girl. I can help you." Her face is stoic, but her cheeks are flushed slightly despite the cool of the underground library. You wonder what thoughts made her blush. It only takes a moment for the two of you to bring the ladder to the proper shelf, and Reya lays it gently against the ancient wood. Even with Reya steadying the ladder, you fell yourself shake a little as you heft the large tome up to the top. Reya steadies the ladder with both her arms. In the process, her face comes so close to your skirt that she could kiss you ass if she wanted. You wonder if she can smell your arousal. As you near the top of the ladder, you don't make any effort to bring your skirt in, leaving Reya with a direct view up between your legs. You know she has a clear view of your panties from her angle, and she can almost certainly make out the dark damp spot where your pussy has soaked your undergarments. You feel your heart race with excitement, knowing you're on full display for the priestess. The vulnerable position doesn't lead you to hurry, however, and you take your time sliding the book into place, giving the priestess plenty of time to admire your drenched panties and soft ass. When you've shelved the book, a process which you made sure to exaggerate, leaning and pushing to give Reya as many angles as possible, you begin to step down the ladder. Perhaps due to your lust-clumsiness, or maybe in service to a moment of devious inspiration, your foot slips and you slide down two steps. The jolt causes you to be set off balance, and you lean back, only to be caught by Reya's firm arms. Unfortunately (or fortunately) your butt is nearly level with her head, and your graceless slip-up causes you to push it against Reya's face, pressing her pretty lips exactly where you hoped they'd end up. You gasp and Reya makes a muffled noise. Somehow in the confusion her head ended up under your skirt! The two of you freeze for a delightful moment, you leaning against Reya and her pressed to your ass, separated from your soft skin and slick snatch by only a thin layer of fabric. You feel a deep need for the priestess to press her face deeper, burying tongue in your cunt. Somehow, the two of you manage to recover your propriety, however, and you scurry off of Reya and down the last two steps. "I'm sorry!" You say quickly, although Reya seems too dazed to hear. Her lips shimmer slightly in the candlelight, a product of your drooling pussy. She licks her lips before remembering herself. "You must be more careful, girl." She scolds you, although her usual commanding tone is nowhere to be heard. "Yes priestess," you answer. "I think that's more than enough sorting for today. You'll have to get to the other books another time. You're dismissed." You're thankful for the early dismissal, because at this point you can barely resist touching yourself right here and now. You thank Reya and hurry home, excited to masturbate to the memory of the priestess' lips against your pussy. [[Continue.|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 75>> <<set $reya.dominance -= 1>> <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +75 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>><<script>>$.notify("Reya gets a little more submissive...", "info");<</script>>

"I'll help you with your studies again. "

You head to a discreet door to the side of the altars and knock. You hear Reya's muffled voice from the other side. "Yes?" "It's $name. I'm here to help out around the church." You tell her, feeling a little self conscious about the echoing of your voice. A moment later, Reya opens the door, dressed in her usual priestess gown. Her dark hair hangs down out of her hood, flooding over her body like a waterfall. You are surprised to see her hair down because she usually wears it up in an intricate bun. "I'm glad you're here," she says in her silky voice. She looks you up and down to ensure your appearance fits the expectations for an acolyte of the church. "For today I think it would be best if you swept the floor. It may not be as influential of work as you expected, but even the smallest tasks are important when done in service to the gods." You are a little disappointed, but you get to work quickly, taking a broom and dustpan from a closet that Reya points you towards. The church is so large that sweeping the floor is a time consuming chore. You fall into a groove, sweeping up each row of the pews and then scooping the dirt and dumping it outside. You lose track of how long you spend working until you realize the church has gotten dark in the twilight sun. When you finish your task, the church is lit more by the candles that Reya keeps burning than the lowering sunlight. "I'm done." You tell Reya, feeling pride in a job well done. Reya looks up at you from behind a thick tome of scripture. Her face is indifferent as she leaves the room to inspect your work. The two of you pace past the pews and Reya keeps her eyes locked to the stone floor. "Come here," She says, gesturing for you to come to a set of pews. "Get on your hands and knees." She commands, pointing at the floor. You don't know why she's asking you to do it, but her voice carries an authoritative tone that makes you comply. "Stand up and show me your hands." She commands and you comply once again. She takes your right palm in her fingers. Your skin has a thin layer of dust on it. When Reya notices it, she frowns at you. "Looks like you haven't completed your duties to the standards I expected of you." She says disappointedly. You feel a frustrated anger rise within you. You worked all day on this impossible task and Reya doesn't seem to care. "But-" You begin to protest but Reya cuts you off calmly. "I expected better from Gerta's apprentice. I guess I will have to keep a closer eye on your work." You feel your anger go cold and then turn to shame. Were you really that bad at your job? You thought that you were doing good work, but there was still dust. "I'll try to do better next time," you say, hoping to restore some confidence in yourself. "Head home and rest. Next time you come in I'll have a more suitable task for you." Reya says coldly. You meekly leave the church and head home, feeling like a failure. "I'm not a failure." You tell yourself, "I did my job as well as possible. It would take more than a day to get it as clean as Reya wanted." You decide you will have to stand up for yourself in the future. [[Continue|ChurchWorkEnd]] <<set $reya.corXP += 5>>\ <<script>>$.notify('Reya Corruption +10 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.reya.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.reya.corruption] + ')');<</script>>\

<<if $flags.includes("WeddingComplete")>>\ <<if previous() == "Witch's Hut">>\ You decide to visit the Dreyer house. You know when you are drawing near because you smell the acrid scent of the tanning solutions. The house itself is modest, but behind it is the tannery, open to the air but protected by an overhang. You walk up to the front door and knock. A moment later the door swings open and Maggie's mother Catherine greets you with a frown. Ever since you started Maggie working at the tavern, Catherine has held a grudge against you. You suppose it's justified considering how much you've corrupted her daughter. "$name." Catherine says coldly, waiting for you to justify your presence. <<else>>\ You are standing by the door of the Dreyer house. You might be able to find Maggie's or father somewhere in the house. <</if>>\ [[Go Home.|Witch's Hut]] <<else>>\ <<if previous() == "Witch's Hut">>\ You decide to visit the Dreyer house. You know when you are drawing near because you smell the acrid scent of the tanning solutions. The house itself is modest, but behind it is the tannery, open to the air but protected by an overhang. You walk up to the front door and knock. A moment later the door swings open and Maggie greets you. She is wearing a modest dress, although it is just tight enough to accentuate her perfect body. You figure anything would look good on Maggie. "Welcome, $name. Are you here to order some leather or did you just want to talk?" Despite your years of friendship, Maggie often falls into a formal tone of voice. <<else>>\ You are standing by the door of the Dreyer house. Maggie is close enough that you could talk to her, or you might be able to find some of the other family members. <</if>>\ [[Talk to Maggie|MaggieConversationStart]] [[Go Home.|Witch's Hut]] <</if>>\

<<first>>\ <<goto "FindFishermanHut">> <<finally>>\ <<if previous() == "Witch's Hut">> You head out into the woods, trying to remember the way you took to get to Gregor's hut. After getting lost a few times, you finally make it to the clearing. The murky water of the pond sends a shiver down your spine, but you press onward towards Gregor's hut. The old man is on the dock as usual, with his fishing line in the water. You call out to him and wave, and he waves back. "$name! I didn't think you'd ever be back here. What can I do for ya?" <<else>> You are outside of Gregor's hut next to the ominous green water of the pond. Gregor is on the dock messing with his fishing supplies. <</if>> [[Talk to Gregor|GregorConversationStart]] [[Go Home.|Witch's Hut]] <</first>>\ <<set $townvisited to 2>>\

"I have the alcohol for the net." You tell Gregor. He squints his eyes as if trying to remember, mouthing some words under his breath. "Oh yeah, the trade for this net!" He exclaims suddenly, proud to have remembered what you're talking about. He thrusts the net towards you and you set a bottle of grain spirits by his spot on the deck. "Ooh, the good stuff. None of that watered down ale!" Gregor opens the bottle and takes a swig which would make most fully grown men cough. "Just like Conrad used to make." You don't know anyone in town named Conrad, but figure he must be someone who has long since passed away. "Thanks Gregor," you say softly. "No problem, young lady. I never used it anymore anyway." [[Keep Talking|GregorConversationStart]] <<set $hasNet to true>> <<set $alcohol -= 1>> <<run $quests.delete("FishermanTrade")>> <<script>>$.notify("Quest Complete: Acquiring a Net");<</script>>

You grab your bag and leave your hut, heading towards town. You wander around town for a bit, avoiding the errands you need to run. Instead you take your time and enjoy the atmosphere of the town. People focussed on their own lives hurry through the streets, giving you the opportunity to people watch. You know most of the townsfolk through your work, but there are a few that you have never really had a chance to talk to. After walking aimlessly, you realize you are near the old church. In front of you is the town graveyard. The entrance has a decorative gate and well maintained path bordered by hedges. You walk down the path and head into the main portion of the graveyard. The first graves you pass are the more recent ones. You stop in front of your mentor's grave, and take a moment to reflect on the time you spent with her. The two of you were often busy, but you found time to enjoy each other's company. You think back to the time she taught you to cast levitation spells and you accidentally smashed a glass jar against the ceiling. She was mad at you at first, but eventually the two of you laughed. Most of the town remembered her as a stubborn old lady, but you remember your friendship above all else. The winding graveyard path becomes more overgrown as you follow it towards the woods. The graves get older as you approach the forest, and you scan them for another familiar name. Finally you see it, Myra, your mother. The grave is covered with lichen, and simply engraved with her name. Your mother died when you were a baby of a mysterious illness. You often wish you could remember her. Your father on the other hand, you've never met, and never want to either. He left your mother before she knew she was pregnant. Apparently it had been a scandal that your mother had become pregnant, and some of the townsfolk's insidious gossip had even been about you before your mentor had set them straight. Now, people never even mention your mother, and it sometimes seems to you that she has been completely forgotten by the town. You are about to turn and leave when you notice a strange flower growing next to your mother's headstone. You can't remember seeing any like it before, even in your mentor's journal. Its petals are grey on the outside, but turn to a deep lavender near the inside, making the flower look wispy but beautiful in a way. You wonder if it might be useful for potions and pluck it, gently placing it into your bag. Excited by the prospects of a new ingredient, you hurry home. [[Return|Witch's Hut]] <<set $animaflower += 1>>\ <<script>>$.notify("+1 Anima Flower!");<</script>>

Fortunately you brought a bottle of the ectoplasm. You don't know how you're going to explain what you're about to do to Leah, but there's no other way in. You take out the bottle, uncork it, and drink the shimmering substance quickly, trying not to remember what you did to collect it. "What was that, $name?" Leah asks. You struggle to think of how you'll explain it to her. "You know how there's that ghost haunting this place?" "Umm, yeah. But I thought you didn't believe in it." "I didn't. Until a few nights ago. I heard noises, went to investigate, and I finally saw it for myself." you say quietly. Leah looks around carefully, her old fear back in her eyes. "W-what? Does that mean there could be a ghost behind this door?" she asks shakily. "Maybe. I'm going to find out. This bottle was full of a residue that the ghost leaves behind occasionally." You spare Leah the messy details of how you collected it. "I was experimenting with it and I discovered that if you eat it, you gain ghostlike properties yourself for a short time. Look." You move to the door and force your hand forward pushing it into the wood of the door. The ectoplasm must be still taking effect because it is difficult to push your hand through. Even though you expect it, the sight is still strange. Leah practically jumps as she sees your hand disappear into what should have been solid. "How are you doing that?" She asks, momentarily forgetting her fear of the ghost and pressing her own hand against the door. It doesn't budge, and her hand remains firmly planted against the heavy wood. "Does that mean?" she asks herself quietly before putting a hand on our shoulder. She pushes down and you feel a strange tingling sensation as her hand slowly drifts into your arm. Although your body is ethereal, your clothes aren't, only suspended because of the slight remaining outward pressure. You giggle as Leah moves her hand inside your shoulder, tickling you. She immediately pulls it away. "Sorry!" she says quickly. "It's so weird. You feel cold. Almost like those cold breezes that we've been feeling." Leah comes to a realization at once and shudders. "I don't know if you should go in there." "I'll be fine," you reassure her, "Just wait out here and take care of my clothes. They won't make it through." Leah nods and then tries to hug you, forgetting about your current form. She collapses through you, taking your clothes with her as she stumbles to the floor. "Sorry!" she squeaks again when she regains her balance. She looks at your naked body and blushes even though she's seen it before. You smile at her and give her an icy kiss before turning back to the door. "Be careful, $name." Leah says in a concerned voice. "I will." You answer before stepping into the door. You slip through easily and float gracefully into the dark room. It's hard to see anything with only the light that flickers in from the crack under the door, so you move towards what looks like a window. When you try to pull the curtains aside your hand floats through them. "Right." you say to yourself. You remember the technique the ghost used and will yourself out and then back in through the window. As you float in the curtains flutter open as if blown by a gust of wind. The thin beam of light that finds its way in isn't perfect, but at least you can see. You look around the room, taking in your surroundings. It appears to be a study of some sort, decorated with a few portraits, a bookshelf full of dusty tomes, and a desk. Three strange objects sit on top of the desk, each made of a dark lacquered wood. Two of them are long and thin enough that you could easily wrap your hand around them. They're almost like short walking sticks, but they are impractical for any real use. The third object is shorter than the others, but almost twice as thick. If you picked it up, you doubt your hand would be able to wrap around it entirely. You blush when you realize what the foot long length of wood reminds you of. "Are you okay in there?" You hear Leah ask nervously from behind the door. You go to open it for her and are once again reminded of your ghostly form. You poke your head through to smile at Leah, ignoring the strange tingling of the door. Leah stands outside and seems startled by your sudden appearance. You notice that she folded up your clothes and stacked them nicely by the door. "What's in there?" she asks you curiously once she realizes that you're okay. "It looks like a study. I'll unlock the door when I solidify a little. It should only take about thirty minutes." You say cheerfully. Leah seems to relax a little and nods, sitting down in the hall. You talk to her through the door until the pressure starts to get uncomfortable and then you pull back into the dimly lit study. You only have to wait a few more minutes when you feel an icy touch on your back. //Not now...// you think, but the chill quickly spreads through your body freezing you in place. [[Continue|GhostDildo]]

"I'm going to spend the night here again tonight," you tell Leah as the sun starts to go down. The two of you have been cleaning and fixing up the building all day and you feel the strain of the effort in your entire body. Still, you know that tonight you can't just go straight to sleep. You have a plan to collect more ectoplasm. "I guess I will too," Leah says without her usual worry. You would normally be happy to spend the night with Leah, but because of your plan it will only make things harder. You manage to hide your emotions and thank Leah for staying with you. You'll just have to wait until after she falls asleep. The two of you share a small dinner and then head upstairs to go to bed. Like usual you cuddle for a while. Even though you feel impatient waiting for Leah to drift off, you still enjoy her company, almost falling asleep a few times yourself. When you finally hear the long slow breaths which signal Leah is unconscious, you slowly and regretfully extricate yourself from her warm embrace. You hope you can make this quick. You creep through the dark hall with an oil lamp and make your way into the second room where you had your first encounter with the ghost. You half expect some shimmering figure to await you when you enter, but the room is as silent and empty as ever. For a moment you worry that the ghost won't be interested in you. Pushing the thought from your mind, you sit down on the luxurious bed. If the ghost won't come out you'll just have to find some way to tempt it. You had hoped it wouldn't come to this and you sigh as you slip free of your skirt and pull off your shirt. Your bra and panties are the next to go and you climb onto the bed on all fours, baring your naked body to the night. If this doesn't attract the ghost then nothing will. You wait in your exposed state for a while, feeling a touch of shame as you wiggle your fuckable ass in the air. //This ectoplasm better be worth it.// Your arms start to get tired after a little and so you lower your face to the bed, resting your body on the soft silky sheets. It feels so nice to rest and let all your troubles drift away. You let your heavy eyelids droop as your body lowers onto the sheets, losing yourself to a world of comfort and relaxation. Your feel nothing but the cushion below you and a cold touch on your neck--you jolt upright, shaken from your slumber by the foreign feeling. This is exactly what you were waiting for but you suddenly find yourself wondering why you wanted this at all as fear creeps into your heart. Like before, the cold spreads across your body making your hair stand up and forming goosebumps on your flesh. Even though you expect it, the paralysis that follows is discomforting. You still find yourself expecting to be numbed by the cold despite knowing it will only sensitize your skin. It doesn't take long before your fear turns to anticipation and you begin to eagerly await your coming penetration. It doesn't come. Instead your body moves awkwardly, standing up and leaving the bed. The beginnings of arousal are quickly replaced by dread as you leave the room and walk into the dark hallway. Without your lamp you can't see anything and have to place a horrible trust in whatever is controlling you. You only hope that you don't end up leaving the building to walk naked through the woods, or even worse, into town. Thankfully you push open the door to the first room and light a candle. Whatever is about to happen, the ghost wants you to be able to see. As the flickering light illuminates the room you see Leah sleeping soundly on the bed. The first unnatural step you take towards Leah fills you with worry. What if the ghost forces you to do something to her? The thought is too terrible to dwell on, so you focus instead on the shape of Leah's body, outlined by the bedsheet. You wish you never left her side. When you pull the sheet off of her you gaze at Leah's slender body. She looks so delicate, like an elven princess, lying there completely oblivious to your looming presence. You reach out to her and gently slide down her panties revealing her cute pink pussy, accented by a $leah.pubichair patch of $leah.haircolor pubic hair. Your worries fade away, giving way once again to the beginnings of arousal as you realize the ghost is only looking for some fun. An icy pressure between your own legs warns you before the phantom cock presses into you, making you moan softly. Unbidden, you crawl onto the bed and bury your head between Leah's thighs. Although the ghost has full control over your body, you have regained modest control over your lips, tongue, and mouth. Pressed up against Leah's pussy, you have little choice but to lick it, not that you would choose anything else. The petite girl stirs as she feels you exploring her folds. "Mmmmmm. $name, what are you doing? It's so late..." Leah says in a tired voice. "Shhhh," you respond as you sensually work her slowly lubricating slit. Leah moans and moves a hand to your head, clearly not upset that you woke her up. "You're so cold," Leah mutters, "Oh! it feels really good." You wonder if the cold of your own licking can compare to the frigid cock fucking you right now. You let out a moan, muffled by Leah's cunt as your pussy gets used by the horny ghost. It would be an impressive sight if anyone was there to see it: your pussy stretches open and then closed around its invisible invader seemingly all on its own. You feel your climax approaching just as you send Leah shivering over the edge. She grinds her hips up into your face, coating your nose, lips, and cheeks with her sweet femcum. You listen lustfully as she moans your name into the quiet air of the hospital. Her thighs press against your head, locking you in place as she drips with pleasure. You cum just as Leah starts to relax. Despite your utter lack of bodily control, your orgasmic spasms seem to win out and you moan as your climax slowly grows in intensity. Unable to writhe with pleasure, the overwhelming force of your orgasm finds its outlet in the only thing you can control, your mouth. You gasp and cry out from between Leah's slick thighs, losing yourself to lustful vocalizations. It is in this overwhelmed state that the ghost explodes into your pussy. Cold wet ectoplasm paints your insides, filling you with a strange but pleasurable sensation. You clench around the spectral cock,coaxing as much of the valuable liquid out as possible. Just as suddenly as it arrived, the ghost pulls out and disappears, leaving your pussy dripping with its seed. "Did you just cum from licking me?" Leah asks you. "You must have been really horny." Leah teases you as she gets back under the covers. You try to hold the icy ectoplasm in as you get comfortable next to Leah but some leaks out, chilling your nether lips. You know you'll have to sneak out of bed again to let it drain into a bottle, but that will have to wait until Leah falls asleep again. You settle in next to her, enjoying the sound of her soft breathing. [[Continue]] <<set $ectoplasm += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Ectoplasm!");<</script>>

You and Leah decide to start cleaning the inside of the house. When you push open the front door, it squeaks on its hinges. A gust of wind blows past you, stirring dust from the wooden floor of the house. Despite its age, the interior is surprisingly intact. You expected some water damage, but the roof seems to have remained undamaged. The most noticeable sign of the house's abandonment is the thick layer of dust on everything from the floor to the sparse furniture, left behind by the previous owner. The house has been abandoned for long enough that few in the town can claim to remember the former residents. The story always maintained that a couple moved in from out of town and locked themselves away. Some variations of the story claim that they were just normal people, academics who chose a life of study and isolation. Other versions insist that they were occultists, tampering with dark magicks. Gerta taught you that any magic considered "dark magic" was probably a myth, and that witches had been witness to a gradual weakening of magic over the years. You seriously doubt, as the most imaginative of the stories claim, that the previous residents found some hidden power which caused them to disappear mysteriously. Leah doesn't seem as confident as you are, so you try to cheer her up, chatting nonchalantly as you open up the windows. Before long she seems to relax. Light shines through the dusty air in shimmering columns. The fresh air and sunlight transform the musty interior of the building, banishing the mysterious shadows. You start to see how the building could become a hospital with a little work. Starting with the main floor, you begin to sweep. Leah takes a rag and dusts the furniture and windowsills. The two of you work efficiently, but make sure to enjoy each other's company as you do. Your joking and laughing makes the work go quickly, and you soon have most of the main floor cleaned off. During a break from the cleaning you and Leah walk through the rooms talking about your plans. There are four rooms and a kitchen on the main floor, and the two of you decide that you will equip three of them with beds while the last will be a dining room. After your break, the two of you climb a narrow stairway to the second floor. The second floor is much darker than the first and you can tell Leah's fear is returning as you light a candle. "I don't like it up here at all," Leah whispers as the orange glow of the candle illuminates a tight hallway. Before you are three doors, all closed. "What are you worried about? Do you really think this place is haunted?" you ask. "Do you see it?" Leah says, gesturing down the hallway. "This place is //exactly// how I would expect a haunted house to look." She's right, the hallway does look exceptionally creepy. Cobwebs dangle from the corners of the ceiling and the walls are lined with portraits of somber looking individuals. You take Leah's hand, squeezing gently to reassure her. "We'll be alright," you say, heading towards the first of the closed doors. It swings open with a creak, revealing a furnished bedroom. Like the main floor, this room is covered with dust. Thick curtains block out all of the light from a window on one wall. You step into the room and immediately feel a shiver run through you. You feel the air around you moving and Leah jumps. "I told you! I told you this place is haunted!" she shouts, pulling you back into the hall. You wrap your arms around her, gently rubbing her back. "Leah, its probably just drafty. You know how old this place is." Despite your explanation, you don't feel any more wind as you open up the curtains. The next room is another bedroom, much like the first. Both are furnished with large plush beds and nightstands. The second has a powder table with a grimy mirror. The light from the rooms seems to die before it can illuminate the hallway, leaving the last door cloaked in darkness. You and Leah approach it slowly, footsteps creaking on the wooden floorboards. Leah is practically hiding behind you and squeezing your hand tightly as you turn the doorknob. "It's locked." you say, as you fail to turn the knob. "Of course it is. Why wouldn't this place have an inaccessible room in it." Leah says, trying not to show how nervous she is. Unable to access the last room, the two of you focus your cleaning efforts to the other two. As you clean you search for the key but don't find anything. As the sun begins to set, darkness creeps back into the building. You and Leah decide to call it a day and head back home. Leah seems relieved to be out of the building. [[Continue]]

Unfortunately you don't have any real plans for how to get in besides banging on the door. You try everything you can, kicking and slamming into the door until you're worried you'll be left bruised. For all your efforts you are rewarded with nothing more than a sore side. "I don't think we're going to get in any time soon," Leah says,cutting in before you get too frustrated. "We'll have to try and find some other way in. I think there are crowbars in my father's workshop that I'm sure we could borrow if you ask." You nod, accepting defeat. You'll definitely have to figure something out and maybe going to ask Jess is the best option. [[Give up|Hospital]]

Although the paralysis is torture, your body reacts to the sensation and a heat in your stomach wars with the cold on your skin. You feel your traitorous pussy begin to get wet in preparation for what is to come. On your chest, your nipples poke out painfully, hard from both the cold and the arousal that builds within you. You wait in place, anticipating an icy presence between your legs. The lusty poltergeist doesn't start right away though, instead letting your need build and build. If Leah weren't on the other side of the door you would beg for the ghost to get it over with. The ghost has other plans for its newly trapped plaything. When the thick wooden shaft floats up into the air as if on a wire, you gasp. //Oh no.// you think to yourself. The wooden rod is far too large to fit in your pussy without stretching it painfully. You worry that the ghost doesn't care about that at all, and your fears are confirmed when the rod floats down towards you waiting slit. Your pussy is wet already but not nearly lubricated enough for something of that size. You close your eyes and grit your teeth as it slides up towards your cunt, preparing yourself for a rough entry. The pain never comes. Instead, your pussy tingles delightfully making you shiver. A quiet moan escapes your lips. Luckily it is too soft for Leah to hear it from the other side of the door. You look down and see that rather than stretching you out, the rod floats inside your ghostly skin. You can feel the pressure of it there, but it isn't inside your pussy as much as in the same place as your pussy. Still, when the ghost wiggles the smooth wooden shaft around you feel the constant force of its presence against your inner folds, trying to push them apart. You relax your muscles and feel your pussy expand, pushed apart by the wood. You hold back another moan. The sensation is completely new to you. In addition to the persistent tingling, the rod feels almost as if it is expanding inside you as your body attempts to resolve it into a natural position. As the ectoplasm wears off it gets more and more intense. Your pussy stretches out naturally to hold the dildo inside you. The process of returning to a physical form means that anything inside you must find a place to go, in this case, your dripping passage. Fluids ooze down the end of the wooden shaft and drip to the floor as you feel yourself being stretched further and further all at once. The sensation drives you wild, pushing you slowly towards an intense orgasm. You never would have thought it would fit, but the effects of the ectoplasm seem to have allowed you to take it at your own rate. Now your muscles clench against the thick invader, trying to pull it deeper. Your whole body trembles with arousal as you wait at the edge of your climax. Any motion at all would be enough to send you crashing over the edge, but the ghost keeps the dildo maddeningly still. The only sound in the room is your heavy breathing as you silently pray for your orgasm. Finally the ghost has mercy, sliding the rod deeper into your pussy so it hits all of the right spots. You feel delightfully full and begin to moan as you're overcome with searing white hot pleasure. Gone are any concerns that Leah will hear you. Your cunt spasms messily around the lacquered wood filling the room with the smell of sex. The ghost lets you collapse to the floor and you instinctively move your hand to your pussy, holding the wooden dildo in place. Now that you have a clear view of your pussy, you can see your pink lips stretched into an 'O' shape around the toy. It pulses in and out of you with each contraction of your prolonged orgasm. "$name! Are you okay?" you hear Leah call from behind the door. "Y-yeah. I'm fine." you manage to answer. "What happened? Is the ghost there?" You try to think of some explanation besides what actually happened and fail. You realize you don't even have anything to clean yourself or the puddle on the floor with. You let go of the wooden rod and shudder as it slides from your pussy and clatters to the floor. Your pussy looks well used, spread slightly and dripping from exertion. You don't even make an effort to hide anything as you stand and unlock the door. "Thank the gods you're alright!" Leah says as the door swings open. Her expression changes a second later as she sees the scene before her. First she glances at you sweat slicked hair, then to your glistening pussy. When she sees the wooden dildo on the floor her eyes widen. "$name! I'm sorry, I didn't know you were..." she trails off, both aroused and scandalized by your audacity. The arousal seems to win out. "How did you even?" Leah picks up the wet wooden rod. For a second you see a devious look on her face before she drops it back to the floor. "I'll leave you alone for a little." Leah tells you, hurrying out of the study and down the stairs. You clean up the floor and re-dress, you'll have to investigate the study more later. For now you're too tired to keep working. You say goodbye to Leah, who still seems flustered from earlier and head home. [[Continue]] <<run $flags.push("StudyOpen")>>

<<if $hospital == 1>>You head to Leah's house to see if she wants to visit the abandoned house and work on fixing it up. Leah greets you with a smile and seems excited to get to work. The two of you walk together through town until you arrive at the building. It is one of the older buildings in town, evident from its sturdy stone walls girded by timber framing. The building is also larger than you remembered, with more than enough room on the first and second floors to house anyone who might need to stay there. The front door to the hospital sits atop a small set of stairs. Windows flank it on boths sides, set with hazy glass panes. Altogether the house is very nice, more spacious than many in town, while still sturdy and pleasant to look at. If it weren't for the crumbling plaster and occasional broken window, the house wouldn't look haunted at all. It is a testament to the power of rumors that the building hasn't already been repurposed. You and Leah arrive and prepare to get to work. <<if hasVisited("Cleaning")>>\ <<if $flags.includes("StudyOpen")>>\ <<if hasVisited("InvestigateStudy")>>\ [[Talk to Kelrick|KelrickConversationStart]] <<else>>\ [[Investigate the study.|InvestigateStudy]] <</if>>\ <<else>>\ <<if hasVisited("NightInHospital")>>\ [[Investigate locked door.|LockedRoomOpen]] [[Try to get some more ectoplasm.|BaitGhost]] <<else>>\ [[Stay the night in the hospital.|NightInHospital]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<else>>\ [[Clean the inside of the building.|Cleaning]] <</if>>\ [[Go home.|Witch's Hut]] <<else>>\ The abandoned building has been closed up for years. You have no reason to visit it yet. <<return>> <</if>>\

You and Leah work on a few minor cleaning tasks around the building. You both know you will have to do something about the study eventually, but neither of you wants to be the one to suggest it, especially after the previous events in the study. Finally you give in. "Let's figure out what's going on in the study. Maybe the books will help us with our ghost problem," you say to Leah. Leah blushes, remembering <<if hasVisited("PryOpenDoor")>>the illicit pleasure of being frozen as the ghost violated her in front of you.<<elseif hasVisited("GhostDildo")>>the sight of your drenched pussy after you were stretched out by the ghost's dildo.<</if>> "Okay, fine, but we should be careful." You nod and the two of you head upstairs to the study. The room is much the same as before, except for a little bit of conspicuous staining on the wooden floor. The light that shines in through the window illuminates the dusty surfaces of the desk and bookshelf. When you see the wooden dildos on the desk, you feel a flutter in your stomach, a gentle reminder of the horny poltergeist's devious desires. You find yourself half hoping the ghost will arrive again. You look at Leah, suddenly turned on by the thought of sharing the pleasure with her. Leah looks nervous, but she is blushing slightly, hinting at her own welling desire. Something about the unremarkable study has your thoughts lingering on sex. "You look through the books and I'll search the desk. I probably wouldn't understand most of what's written anyway," Leah tells you. She's definitely selling herself short, but you're curious enough about the books to agree. You look over the dusty spines trying to make sense of the ones marked with the symbols of a strange language you don't understand. Finally you see one titled "Rituals and Spells of the Cult of Life". The dry binding of the book crackles as you pull it open, releasing a cloud of dust that has you sneezing in in seconds. You expected the book to be full of religious rituals, but you are surprised to see that the Cult of Life was far more than a religious order. Many of the spells described in the book bear a dangerous resemblance to the spells that Gerta taught you. You swore to keep magic secret, but seeing it written about in the dusty tome before you makes you realize that the power you hold was not always so rare. You are also surprised to see the book contains much more that you did not know about. It describes spells and rituals with the power to heal grave illnesses, banish demons, and bestow immortality. The ritual to grant immortal life stands out particularly to you. It's the sort of power that Gerta always warned you against trying to pursue. She never said it was impossible, but suggested the costs were far greater than the reward. You were never good enough with the simple spells Gerta taught you to even consider such pursuits, but now with detailed descriptions of the process in front of you, you begin to wonder. All you need is a magical source, whatever that is, and a prismatic crystal. The drawing of the prismatic crystal shows a beautiful multicolored stone. Even the drawing of the stone seems to shimmer on the page. You're certain you've never seen such a crystal, at least until Leah holds one up to you moments later. "Look at this gem, $name! It's beautiful!" The glimmering rock is the size of Leah's fist and seems to reflect every color of light. You've seen opal's before, with their multicolored reflections beneath a milky surface. The prismatic crystal is like an opal but far more colorful. The stone sparkles as Leah holds it out, reflecting colors you've never seen before around the room. Almost immediately the two of you are mesmerized by the gorgeous gem. Just looking at it fills you with awe but also a strange warmth deep in your core. Unbidden thoughts spring to your mind and you blush as strange and arousing fantasies fill your head. The thought of pushing Leah against the wall and using one of the wooden dildos on the spot is one of the tamer scenarios. Leah seems staggered by the sudden onslaught of lewd fantasies as well. Her cheeks flush and she looks at you with longing in her eyes. A hint of shame tells you that some of her thoughts are just as taboo as yours. You are certain something is influencing your thoughts, and suspect it is the prismatic crystal. You look back to the book, quickly skimming for anything that might shed light on the gem's strange properties. It isn't easy, because you're distracted by the incessant thoughts of sex that plague your mind. You finally find a passage that might help. //Once used in a ritual of immortality, the prismatic crystal becomes the sole tie of the ritualist's soul to the material realm. The crystal becomes a lodestone of sorts, attracting and amplifying the emotions of the ritualist. The effects of this amplification are minor in the short term, but in the long term may create a feedback loop. The ritualist's thoughts and emotions create an aura about the crystal which in turn influences the ritualist's thoughts. The aura may also affect people who come in contact with the crystal. This aura can be dissipated with a spell. Simply clutch the prismatic crystal so that it is in direct contact with the skin of the caster and utter these words,// You read the words with increasing excitement. Cleansing this aura might kill two birds with one stone, letting you think straight and solving the ghost problem for once and for all.t You are about to tell Leah about your findings when you feel her wrap an arm around and slide her body against yours. "Leah, I-" "Shhh" Leah interrupts, putting a hand over your mouth. You feel her move her soft lips to your neck and she kisses you gently. You shudder as you feel her mouth sliding across your sensitive skin. You want to resist, but the aura from the gemstone has you feeling horny as well. You gasp when Leah slides your skirt up, pinning it against you with her hips for easy access to your panties. Moving with uncharacteristic eagerness, Leah slides you panties down to your knees. You feel her eyes on your naked sex. You know that the prismatic crystal's aura is driving this the lust you both feel, but you get caught up in the heat of the moment, spreading your legs slightly so Leah can get a better look at you as you start to drip with arousal. "Mmm, you look perfect as always," Leah whispers in your ear. You moan as you feel her lips caress your earlobe and then work lower, showering you with passionate kisses. You feel one of her hands moving under your top to explore your stomach and chest. The assault on your senses continues, making you melt into Leah's embrace. You are slowly losing yourself to Leah's loving touches when you feel something cold and smooth slide across your glistening pussy. Your eyes widen as you shiver at the foreign touch. "Leah, what is that?" you ask, although you already know what she is teasing you with. "The gemstone. Does it feel good?" Leah asks with a devious smile. You are about to respond when Leah pushes the stone harder against you. You moan and nod feebly, unable to form a response. You distantly realize that what you're doing is strange but the crystal puts far stranger thoughts into your mind, showing you fantasies and fetishes you never realized you had. "I wonder if it would fit inside you?" Leah muses. <<if hasVisited("GhostDildo")>>"You did take that massive dildo. I bet your pussy is used to being stretched."<</if>> You've never heard Leah talk like that before. She's always been the more innocent of the two of you, so it turns you on to hear her acting on some of her hidden desires, even if it means taking a fist sized gemstone. Your cunt begins to slide open around the stone, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. //Especially if it means taking a fist sized gemstone.// Despite the size of the prismatic crystal, Leah's insistence and your arousal help you stretch around the shimmering pearlescent orb. Before it slides inside you, the gem is coated with your juices which dribble down onto Leah's slender fingers. Your tight pussy is stretched mercilessly around the crystal, forming an ‘O' shape. The widest part of the crystal only stretches you for a second, but the intensity of being forced open has you shuddering and whimpering. When most of the stone is inside you, the rest is suddenly sucked in as well, disappearing inside your cunt with a wet sound. You moan at the strange fullness you experience from having the stone buried inside your sensitive passage. Even better, Leah moves her hand to your clit, coaxing more lusty moaning from you as she caresses your pleasure button. You clench your muscles tightly, holding the stone inside you and feeling it rub against your sensitive insides with every involuntary buck of your hips. Soon the pleasure from Leah's fingers and the crystal inside you blend together into mind numbing ecstasy which emanates from between your legs and resonates throughout your body. As you rapidly approach your climax, the stone continues to fill your mind with smutty thoughts. Your fantasies are even more vivid now that the stone is inside you, and you find yourself both ashamed and incredibly aroused by some of the more taboo thoughts. It's all too much, and you are quickly stimulated into a lusty frenzy. Your entire body rocks as pleasure spreads throughout your body, matching the beat of your heart. You can hear yourself moaning and crying out in passion but your voice seems distant compared to the immediate ecstasy rocking your mind. "Gods you're so sexy when you cum," Leah says, feeling your pussy leak onto her hand. She doesn't let up on your clit, prolonging your ecstasy for as long as possible until it becomes almost torture. You lose control of your body and forget about everything except, oddly, three strange words. You can't quite remember where they are from, but you remember it was important to say them. You muster the last of your consciousness and murmur the spell. "Praelis paura meridinem." "What did you say?" Leah asks in a confused tone. You barely hear her, losing yourself to the pleasure. The crystal goes cold inside you as you collapse against the wall. The illicit thoughts leave your mind as suddenly as they arrived and you relax, trying to catch your breath while enjoying the deep satisfaction you feel. A cold wind blows through the room and Leah stiffens, suddenly coming to her senses as fear runs through her. The wind rustles the curtains but doesn't stir the dust on the bookshelf. It seems to fill the room with its unnatural presence before dying down. By the desk you see a shape, a human mirage. The figure is difficult to distinguish from its surroundings, but grows more defined by the second. Soon you can make out a face with a long nose and wise eyes. You watch the spectre appear with interest but Leah trembles with fear. This must be the ghost, revealed to you at last. [[Continue|KelrickConversationStart]]

It's time to find out what's behind that locked door. Although you don't know for sure what lies within the room you have a strange conviction that the supernatural activities in the house are connected to whatever you'll find. "Come on Leah, let's force that door open." You say after the two of you unpack the supplies you brought for the day. She knows exactly what you're talking about and apparently has her own misgivings about the mysterious room. "Couldn't we just leave it locked?" she says, her face getting a little pale. You give her a headstrong grin intended to reassure yourself as much as her. When the two of you stand in front of the ominous door you find fear creeping into your mind. Who knows what you'll find behind there. You shake off the fear, instead focussing on the more pressing issue: how you're getting in. <<if $flags.includes("crowbar")>>\ [[Use the crowbar.|PryOpenDoor]] <</if>>\ <<if hasVisited("ExperimentWithEctoplasm") && $ectoplasm > 0>>\ [[Use some ectoplasm to enter the room.|AloneInRoom]] <</if>>\ [[Try to break down the door.|DoorFailure]]

You and Leah begin to work on cleaning up the hospital. Despite your recent efforts there is still a lot of dust. It seems like you have to keep cleaning and sweeping over and over again. Fortunately you haven't seen anything inexplicable all day. Even Leah seems less jumpy as the two of you turn the abandoned building into a much more cozy place. At one point during the day, Harlan knocks on the door and you open it to find a delivery of beds and tables. Jess and Evan are there as well, and they greet you before helping bring in the furniture. Soon you have the main floor rooms well equipped with places for patients to rest. Harlan also promises to work on more furniture so that you and Leah can outfit the hospital as you need. You thank all of them for their help as they head home. Leah's family aren't the only ones who help out. Jack Shipley and his son Christian deliver an assortment of candles and some lanterns, just in time as the sun begins to set. "Never thought I'd see this place get used," Jack says, "especially with all the stories. Looks like they were just stories though. You girls have done well with the place." Jack stops and smells some flowers that leah places on a table near the door. Leah's little touches really do make the place feel a lot less like it was empty for so long. After the Shipleys leave, you and Leah are alone together once again. You hang the lanterns and distribute the candles before getting ready to leave. You are hanging a lantern in the kitchen when you hear Leah scream from upstairs. Although you don't believe in the ghost, you find yourself reconsidering your skepticism as you dash up the stairway. Leah is in the first room at the top of the stairs and when she sees you she rushes to embrace you. "I felt something touch me!" she screams. You calm her down with a gentle hand on her back, asking her exactly what happens when you feel her relax. "I was hanging this lantern when a cold breeze blew past me. At first I told myself it was just wind but when my dress got pushed up I felt something cold touch my thigh. I screamed and that's when you got here." Leah seems genuinely terrified as she recounts the story. You hold her close. "I guess the ghost just couldn't resist a touch," you joke. "I don't blame him." "Stop, $name. I'm serious!" Leah shouts. "Alright, alright. It's getting late, you head home and I'll stay the night here tonight," you tell her. You aren't too keen on staying a night alone in the building, but you're also curious about the ghost business. "Are you crazy?! This place is haunted! Who knows what could happen to you!" "Well we can't just let ourselves get terrorized. I'm going to see if anything strange happens overnight. If there is a ghost I'll try and do something about it." You tell Leah, trying to sound brave. She doesn't seem convinced, but she forces her fear away. "Well I'm staying with you then. I don't want you to have to be alone," Leah says shakily. You are surprised by her resolve, but feel grateful to have a companion for the night. "Thanks, Leah." you say, kissing her on the lips. She smiles at you. "I guess were going to deal with this thing together." The two of you get ready for bed, stripping off your dirty clothes and sliding under the recently clean covers in the first upstairs room. The bed's mattress is much softer than your straw mattress, and with Leah's calming presence beside you, you find it hard to stay awake. You cuddle up to her, holding her close and feeling the beating of her heart. "Good night Leah," you say, kissing her shoulder. "Good night." she answers, and the two of you drift to sleep. ----- A sound through the wall wakes you up a couple hours later. You sit up in bed and look out into the darkness. It takes a moment for you to remember where you are, but the sound of Leah breathing softly next to you reminds you. You hear another sound. It seems like it's coming from the next bedroom over. //The ghost// you think immediately, before reminding yourself that it could be anything. You look over at Leah, considering whether or not you should wake her. She is curled up comfortably, still deep in slumber. It wouldn't be that helpful to have her awake, so you carefully slide off the bed. Although the room is dark, you manage to make your way to the window. The heavy curtains are back in place, blocking any view of the outside. You don't remember closing them, and wonder if maybe Leah did. When you slide the thick fabric aside a brilliant beam of moonlight slips through, lighting the floor. Outside, the full moon casts the world in its shimmering white light. The world seems so still and peaceful that you begin to wonder if you imagined the noises from the next room over. //Thunk!// Okay, you definitely weren't imagining them. You creep across the wood floor slowly, trying to minimize the creaking of the wood as you walk to the door. The hallway is as dark as ever, and the paintings seem to watch you with their eyes as you slink towards the closed door of the second room. You half expect one of the portraits to scream a warning to whatever is in the room. When you push open the door and look into the dark room, however, you see nothing. You walk slowly towards the closed curtains, frightfully aware that whatever is in here could be waiting for you to turn your back. You realize that your pulse is pounding and that you have goosebumps covering your arms. You hope that letting the moonlight in will reveal whatever was making the noises. As you are about to cast open the curtains a sudden gust of wind flows through from the other side. The curtains fly open and moonlight floods the room. Instead of warm night air, the wind feels unnaturally cold. It surrounds you, chilling your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. That's when you feel the touch. It starts off on your shoulder and spreads quickly. The touch feels like ice and makes you shiver again. You look at your shoulder, searching for whatever could have brushed your skin, but you see nothing. Another touch, this time on your thigh, makes you try to scream. You open your mouth but find yourself unable to vocalize your panic. You can feel every icy inch of your skin, but your muscles are frozen and unresponsive. You can't even murmur a quick spell before you are completely paralyzed. You hear whispers from behind you feel yourself filled with dread. You should have listened to Leah. You hardly have time to think about saving yourself when you feel you muscles move of their own accord. You turn jerkily and awkwardly, as if controlled by marionette strings. The whispering continues as you turn, but you don't see it's source. In fact, it still seems like it is coming from behind you. Still moving without any control of your own, your body shuffles towards the bed. When you reach the edge you flow down and roll onto your back. There is something terribly disconcerting about having your body move without any input, but at least nothing terrible has happened--//yet//. Once you are lying on your back, you feel something cold pull your legs apart. You are suddenly aware of how exposed you are, wearing nothing but your bra and panties. When your arms unhook your bra and slide your panties down, you begin to worry about the ghost's intentions. Because of the chill that has spread across your skin, goosebumps cover your flesh. Your nipples are erect as well, poking out into the night air. You will your arms to cover your nakedness, but they don't listen. Instead they fall limp to your sides. You wait there, shivering uncontrollably, naked and exposed for the supernatural being's enjoyment. The spectre must have gotten tired of just looking because you feel an icy pinch on your nipples. The freezing cold touch on your sensitive buds goes straight to your brain. You try to squirm away but your body remains motionless. As the assault continues, you feel another chill on your labia as something teases your entrance. It's almost impossible to make out any shape because the cold touches linger on your skin, but you think it feels like a cock. The realization makes you try even harder to escape, but still your body refuses your mind. You eventually resign yourself to the fact that you will be violated by this invisible ghost. If only your past skeptical self could see you now, then maybe she would have been a little more cautious. Having given up on escape, all you can do is lay back and watch as your body is manipulated by an unseen assailant. The pinches on your tits get a little more rough, inducing a squeal which dies in your frozen throat. You stare as your <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> breasts bounce up and down impossibly in the air. Below, the icy touch of the ghost's cock brushes your clit. You feel warmth in your stomach at the strange sensations, and despite the cold air on your skin, you begin to heat up. When the spectral cock slips lower, pressing into your the entrance of your vagina, you feel the urge to cry out at the overwhelming sensation of ice against your hot insides. You feel it slide deeper and deeper, filling you with its freezing length. You shiver constantly now, but the intensity of the cold begins to stimulate your sensitive nethers. The lingering chill masks the feeling of the cock sliding out so well that you don't even realize until it shoves back in. This time the shocking feeling is definitely pleasurable. Instead of growing numb with the cold, it's almost as if your skin has become hyper sensitive. Your eyes roll back as the ghost thrusts again, and you start to give in to the unnatural pleasure. As the ghost's fucking gets more frantic, you hear yourself moan. You moan again and realize you have control of your voice. Excitedly, you test your arms. They don't budge. Still, you could scream for help. //But what would Leah do if you woke her?// you think, still moaning as the ghost fucks you. If she came in here, she might even be in danger. You decide you'll just have to endure, and you focus back on the intense sensation coming from below, moaning your encouragement as the ghost thrusts deep into your cunt. Who knew being haunted would feel so good. As you regain more control over your body you don't even try to escape. Instead you give yourself over to the ghost, angling your hips so it can push deeper and deeper into you. When you gain control over your arms you immediately move a hand to your clit, rubbing it desperately. The warm skin of your fingers feels strange after the icy touch of your ghostly lover, but the contrast drives you wild. You can feel your climax threatening to overtake you. It's amazing how quickly you went from fearing for your life to begging for more as your pussy is stretched by an invisible cock. <<if $player.fluids >= 3>>\ Your orgasm sneaks up on you, and your hips buck off the bed. Everything seems to go hazy for a second before a flash of pleasure runs through you. You arch your back as juices spray from your pussy, drenching the sheets with your copious femcum. <<elseif $player.fluids == 2>> When you orgasm your muscles tense and then spasm. You are surprised to see your pussy actually squirt a small jet of femcum into the air. It hits nothing, going straight through where the ghost's body should be. <<else>> Your orgasm arrives, crashing over you like a tsunami. Your whole body shakes and shivers from both the cold and the pleasure as you cum. You muscles clench around the phantom cock, feeling little resistance, but somehow still being stretched. <</if>> Your orgasmic contractions seem to push the ghost over the edge as well. Your pussy tightens as the invisible cock unloads its cold ghostly seed deep inside you. You can only whine in delight as it fills you up and then leaks onto the bed sheets. You hardly notice when the icy touches disappear, leving you thoroughly pleased and panting on the bed. You move one hand to absentmindedly finger your used slit, savoring the shock of the unnaturally cold cum as it oozes from your cunt. Eventually you realize that the ghost's cum could be incredibly useful in figuring out just what is going on in this building. You jump out of bed, holding as much of the spooge in with your hand and searching for something to collect it. You see one of Leah's small glass vases on the dresser, full of water and housing a nice looking collection of flowers. Quickly dumping its contents, you hold the glass to your pussy and relax. The glass is cold against your lips, but nothing compared to the icy cum that dribbles from between your folds. You groan at the strange sensation but manage to collect a decent sample. You'll have to take it home for some experiments. When you've redressed, you head back to your room and slip under the covers next to Leah. She shifts slowly and looks up at you groggily. "Mmh, $name? Did you get out of bed?" she asks. "Just to get some water," you lie. Leah sleepily embraces you, but pulls back in shock. "Oh! You're so cold!" Leah squeaks. "Let me warm you up," She says lovingly, and the two of you cuddle together until you drift to sleep again. In the morning, you head home, eager to investigate your new findings. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<run $quests.push("HauntedHospital3")>> <<set $ectoplasm += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Ectoplasm!");<</script>>

Fortunately, you brought the crowbar that Jess lent you. You insert it by the hinges of the door and push with as much force as you can muster. The door creaks under strain before you hear a snap and the hinges break free from the wall. The door isn't too damaged by the process but the other two hinges still hold it in place. Prying the next two hinges out takes some effort, but you manage to pry them free with Leah's help. Free from its hinges the door is easily pushed out of its frame, collapsing into the room and sending dust into the air. You and Leah enter the room coughing and covering your eyes until the dust settles down. "It's some sort of study," Leah says, looking around at the furniture. The room is pretty bare but contains a desk to one side, and a full bookshelf to the other. You decide you'll have to look through the dusty tomes some time. There are portraits on the walls which are just as ominous as the ones outside. Three strange objects sit on top of the desk, each made of a dark lacquered wood. Two of them are long and thin enough that you could easily wrap your hand around them. They're almost like short walking sticks, but they are impractical for any real use. The third object is shorter than the others, but almost twice as thick. If you picked it up, you doubt your hand would be able to wrap around it entirely. You blush when you realize what the foot long length of wood reminds you of. You are about to investigate the room further when you feel an icy but familiar touch on your neck. Your eyes widen with fear. "Leah, get out quick!" you shout, but it's too late. Leah, frightened by your warning, tries to rush out the door but then stops short, unable to move. "$name, something cold just touched me!" she says in a panic. you can hear the fear in her voice and wish you could reassure her somehow. "Don't worry, Leah. The ghost doesn't want to hurt us." Or at least you don't think so. Perhaps it is angry about you entering the room. Your previous experiences with the ghost have been safe enough, but this time might be different. "The ghost?!" Leah exclaims, "I thought you said the ghost doesn't exist!" Leah sounds on the verge of tears. "That was before I ran into it," you say, trying to stay calm. Already the cold is spreading across your lips, and you know soon you won't be able to control your voice. "Just try to stay calm, it will let us go soon." Before you can say anything else your legs move of their own accord, approaching Leah. Against your will, you start to undress in front of her. Despite the cold feeling of your skin you already feel a rising heat in your stomach. Your body knows that the chill means pleasure. When you unhook your bra your nipples are hard from the cold. Leah stares at you in disbelief. "$name, what are you- ah! My arms are moving on their own! What's happening?" You wish you could answer her but your mouth is frozen. All you can do is watch as Leah undresses in front of you. Like yours, Leah's skin is covered in goosebumps and her nipples have hardened to tight nubs. The sight of Leah's pink pussy does nothing to assuage your building arousal. Your own pussy twitches in anticipation. The ghost keeps the two of you there for a while, unable to look away from each other's nakedness. As you get more excited, however, Leah's eyes only look more frightened. That's when the two sticks on the desk move. Without any natural explanation, the two wooden rods float across the room towards you and Leah. Leah still wears an expression of panicked confusion but you start to realize what's about to happen. You feel like you should be scared but the dull ache in your stomach is one of pure anticipation. "What's going to happen to us?" Leah asks shakily. The ghost must be allowing her to keep control over her voice. The ghost turns its attention to you first, prodding your slit with the wooden rod, gently stimulating you. "Don't touch her!" Leah says, trying to stand up for you. The ghost ignores her. Your pussy begins to glisten as the ghost spreads your moisture around on your lips. You look at Leah guiltily, knowing she is seeing your growing arousal. "Are you... are you enjoying this?" Leah asks slowly. Your entire body shivers in response as the rod slips past your opening and slowly fills your cunt. Leah watches in disbelief as your eyes roll back. You feel ashamed at the pleasure you get from the violation, and the fact that you can't hide it from Leah, but it's just so good. When the ghost begins to slide the rod in and out of you, you find yourself wishing you could touch your aching clit. Leah frowns at the expression of pure ecstasy on your face but her judgement only makes you feel more aroused. You know if you could control your voice you wouldn't make any effort to hide the sounds of your pleasure. Your orgasm comes quickly, sending shivers through your ready body. Unable to move at all, you only close your eyes and open your mouth into an 'O' shape as your mind is rocked with pleasure. When you recover from you look back at Leah shamefully. "Did you just cum?" Leah asks you. She still sounds scared and disappointed, but the sight of your pleasure seems to be affecting her a little bit. You look down at her pussy and notice it is pinker than before and there is a slight shimmer on her labia. She's starting to be ready for her turn. You hope she really is ready because the other rod floats towards her and slides up into her cunt without hesitation. You hear Leah gasp, but she says nothing, too embarrassed to speak. All the while, the ghost still pumps the other wooden rod in and out of your own pussy. The only sounds in the room are shallow breaths and wet shlicking as the two of you are fucked rhythmically by the lacquered wooden dildos. Unable to look away, you watch as Leah's face goes from fear to shame to something else. It looks like she is trying to fight against the pleasure building in her body. It's obviously a losing battle because a moment later Leah moans aloud. Realizing what she just did, Leah blushes. She looks incredibly cute with red cheeks and a look of unfocused arousal in her eyes. The sight of her slowly giving in pushes you towards a second orgasm. When Leah moans again, she stops trying to fight it. Each time the rod stretches her wet pussy she responds with a lusty moan. Leah also stops avoiding eye contact, staring directly at you with unbridled desire. You wish you could move forward and embrace her. You aren't surprised when Leah quickly reaches a powerful orgasm. You are surprised by the lewdness of her reaction. "Mmmh fuck!" Leah shouts as her body spasms. There's no sign of the frightened girl who stood before you just a short time ago. Instead, Leah looks and sounds like a wanton slut, screaming her lust as her juicy pussy dribbles around the dildo. The sight brings you to your second orgasm and the two of you lock eyes as you both ride out your messy climaxes. As you regain focus, you realize the wooden rods have returned to their place on the desk. You step forward weakly, and to your surprise your body obeys. You feel like you are about to collapse, but you pull Leah into an embrace. Her skin feels cold still, so you wrap her in your arms, kissing her soft lips. As Leah recovers she kisses you back, savoring the feeling of your every touch. "I don't know what that was, but it felt so good." Leah whispers, blushing slightly. You nod and kiss her again. "I'm just glad you were here with me." You tell her. "Me too." Leah says, pulling your naked body tight against hers. The two of you bask in each other's embrace for a while before putting your clothes back on. It's getting late, so you decide you'll investigate the study further some other time and the two of you head home. [[Continue]] <<run $flags.push("StudyOpen")>>

Harlan and Jess keep up their woodworking, but you begin to notice them growing more aroused. The combination of lekkaroot and hornet venom quickly affects them much more than lekkaroot alone. Jess is the first to be affected, flushing red and getting more squirmy. You watch as she subconsciously rubs her crotch against the corner of a table before realizing what she is doing and glancing over at Harlan to make sure he didn't notice. Her nipples have hardened as expected, poking out from her shirt and apron. The apron doesn't last long however, as she quickly grows too hot and pulls it off, leaving only her tight fitting work shirt. Harlan seems just as aroused, and watches his daughter's young body hungrily. His cock bulges from his shorts and he constantly shifts to adjust it. When Jes removes her apron, it doesn't take long for Harlan to follow, but he takes it a step further, pulling off his shirt as well. It normally wouldn't be too unusual for him to be shirtless, but in Jess' aroused state, even the sight of her father's $harlan.weight torso makes her feel a pang of need. Although Harlan tries to hide it, Jess soon catches a glimpse of his erection throbbing against the fabric of his shorts. A quick glance at Jess' crotch confirms that she is just as aroused, judging by the wet spot between her thighs. Both of them are being driven wild by the potent effects of your potion, but neither is wanton enough to do anything too taboo. Instead, Jess begins teasing her father. It starts with her slipping off her shirt, revealing her red bra. She moves around the room, picking things up and baring her cleavage at her father. He watches her breasts, paying attention to the hard nubs jutting from the center. You can see him stroking his cock subtly when Jess isn't looking. "You really shouldn't be in just a bra around your father," Harlan finally says, trying to restore a bit of modesty. "It's inappropriate for me to see you undressed." "Oh. okay..." Jess responds, sounding overly disappointed. "It's just so hot in here, and I thought since you could go shirtless I could too. And besides, this bra covers everything." To accentuate her point, Jess presses her <<print $busts[$jess.bust]>> boobs together. The little show causes Harlan's cock to jump. "I didn't think you would have any problem with it, I'm just your daughter." Jess' voice is teasing but a little accusatory, and Harlan immediately goes pale. "Err, I guess so. If you don't want to put it on, you don't have to." "Thanks Dad!" Jess exclaims, running over to hug her father from behind. Her hands linger just a little too long on her father's bare chest. "Okay, let's get back to work." Harlan says, clearly trying to keep himself from temptation. After the concession, however, Jess continues her teasing. A couple times she drops tools on the floor near Harlan, bending over and displaying her $jess.butt ass to her father. The tight fitting shorts accentuate its shape, and the growing wet spot will soon be visible from behind. Surprisingly the potions effects continue to get stronger. Both father and daughter secretly massage their crotches when the other isn't looking. Their work gets more and more distracted until Jess moves to a large machine in the corner. You recognize a large circular saw blade and a foot pump similar to one found on a sewing machine. The contraption must be for sawing larger pieces of wood. "Daddy, can you help me with the saw?" Jess calls to her father with a hint of seductiveness in her voice. "One second," Harlan calls back. He stands up awkwardly and adjusts his cock so that it is held up by the waist of his shorts. You can still see a long bulge, but it is far less obvious. He walks over to the saw, standing behind his daughter and running his eyes from her bare shoulders to her plump thighs. "What do you need?" He asks. "I'm too tired to work the pump," Jess says, bending over unnecessarily to indicate the foot pedal. You see the wet spot on her shorts and also notice that a line of darker fabric has formed down one leg. Below the fabric of the shorts a bead of arousal drips down her leg. You are amazed at how wet she is. Although her request is a bit ridiculous, Harlan says he'll do it. In order to reach the pump with Jess there, he has to press his body against hers. Both of them gasp as he slowly slides into position, touching his bare chest to the skin of her back. When she feels his hardness against her ass, Jess stifles a moan. "Ready?" Harlan asks, although it is unclear what he is referring to. "Y-yes." Jess manages. A moment later Harlan presses down on the pedal, causing his weight to shift forward and pin Jess against the machine. The blade begins to spin slowly but Jess makes no move to slide the wood towards it. Instead, she shifts her hips backwards, grinding her cushiony ass against her father's cock. Harlan begins to slowly pump the pedal, grinding his cock up and down against his daughter's backside. Jess seems to enjoy the feeling, rocks against him. Before long, all pretense has been broken and the two are grinding against each other desperately, grunting and occasionally moaning. Jess moves one hand into her pants and begins to masturbate to the feeling of her father's erection. Neither stop to think about the taboo of the situation for long, and when they do, it only drives them further into their horny frenzy. "Un-oh-unhook, my bra," Jess manages to say between moans of pleasure. Harlan acquiesces, letting her red bra tumble to the dusty floor. Immediately he massages her breasts, pulling her back into him. The feeling of his rough hands on Jess' taut nipples causes her to buck harder. In the chaos, Harlan's shorts get unbuttoned and begin to sag, allowing his cock to press directly against the fabric of Jess' shorts. The sensation is intense, forcing Harlan to press his cock tight against his daughter's crack. He feels the supple give of her soft flesh even through the rough fabric of her shorts and begins to lose control. Still, Jess is the first to reach orgasm, expertly fucking her slit with her fingers. You watch as she bucks her hips with increased intensity and hear her wanton scream leave her lips. Harlan covers her mouth quickly before her second scream, muffling her orgasmic moans. Then he reaches his peak. His bare cock throbs against his daughters spasming ass and then erupts, shooting a jet of creamy seed up into Jess' hair. The next ropes spatter her back, causing her to cum again just as she's coming off her first orgasm. You see her father's cum coating her back and shorts, soaking the back. The crotch is even more soaked and rivulets of Jess' arousal run down her legs. The whole scene is perverted but incredibly hot. You wish you could join them. Both of them stand there, soaked in each other's fluids and sweat, catching their breath and slowly realizing what they just did. A knock comes at the door and the two leap apart,scrambling to re-dress themselves. "Are you alright, Jess? I heard a scream." Leah says from outside the workshop. "Uh yeah," Jess responds, her voice slightly hoarse. "I just saw a spider." "Oh. Well be careful." Leah responds before leaving, thankfully without opening the door. Jess looks at her father and goes red. "What did we just do?" Harlan looks down. "I don't know. It seemed like the right thing at the moment. I'm so sorry Jess." "No, I wanted it too. I practically forced you." "Don't say that. I could have left but I didn't." Harlan seems especially distraught. "I just want to go back to the way things were. Let's just forget all about that and never do it again." Jess says. She moves to hug her father, and he flinches for a second, but then hugs her back. It would be a heartwarming moment if it weren't for the cum on Jess' back and in her hair. When they separate, Jess walks over to the table by the window and notices the bottle your potion came in. There is a little left at the bottom, and Jess is about to drink it when a look of realization comes over her face. She eyes the bottle suspiciously and you know she has some idea of why they got so aroused. Still, instead of dumping the rest out and telling her father, Jess slides the bottle secretly into a pocket. You wonder what she'll say next time you talk to her. [[Go Home|Continue]] <<potion clear>> <<run $quests.push("JessHarlan2")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Added: Father-Daughter Bonding");<</script>>

Harlan and Jess keep up their work, but you notice they are both starting to feel the Lekkaroot. Jess tries to focus, but you catch her rubbing her thighs together. She is wearing a modest working outfit of a shirt and shorts with an apron, but you think you can see slight bumps from her hardened nipples even through the apron. The shirt an shorts are just a little too small, allowing a slight pantyline to be seen against her $jess.butt butt. Harlan is wearing a similar outfit, although not as tight fitting. Still, his shorts have a clear bulge, hinting at the impressively large cock beneath. You feel aroused just seeing it pressing up against his shorts. Both Harlan and Jess also begin to sweat much more than usual, and not because of the intensity of the work. Jess is the first one to break the silence. "Ugh papa, It's so hot." She says, unintentionally letting a hint of her arousal affect her tone. "I know," Harlan says, not turning to face his daughter. He seems to have noticed his erection, and now is carefully hiding it. "Maybe open that window." "I will. Also I just can't wear this apron any more." Jess pulls off the apron and heads over to your window. You stand as still as possible, feeling a little paranoid that the spell might fail and Jess will catch you spying. Your fear is unfounded, because even as Jess opens the window, she shows no sign of noticing your presence. She does give you a clear view of her $jess.nipplelength nipples, poking up through her shirt. You also notice that her face is flushed with arousal. As Jess opens the window, Harlan pulls off his own apron and scrambles around the table so he can face Jess while hiding his obvious arousal. From your angle you can see his bulge, even harder than before, hidden under the table. When Jess turns to face him, he immediately notices her nipples, and looks away, although you catch him casting his gaze back towards his daughter's <<print $busts[$jess.bust]>> breasts as much as possible. Jess seems to notice, but aside from blushing a deeper red, does nothing to cover up. She even sits across from him at the table and begins to carve a small piece of wood. A devious thought crosses your mind, and you decide to try and make something happen. You quietly mumble the words of a telekinesis spell, sending a small jolt into one of the wood chisels that Jess is working with. The tool falls to the floor with a clatter and rolls under the table. Immediately, Jess slides off of her stool and ducks under the table to pick it up, bringing her right next to her father's hard on. She notices it immediately, and you see a jolt run through her body. Her eyes are locked on the bulge, and she can see it throbbing lightly through his shorts. She subconsciously runs one hand down to her crotch and presses it against her pussy through her own shorts. When she pulls it away, you see a slightly darker spot. You realize that she is getting so aroused by her father's cock that she is drenching her panties. It must take all her willpower to get back up and continue carving, but she does, although she is even more distracted than before. You are amazed when you hear what she says next. "It's way too hot to work in this, papa. I'm going to take off my shirt." Jess doesn't wait for an answer before pulling off her sweaty work shirt and revealing her cleavage, held in place by a red bra. Her large nipples poke out even more clearly from the fabric of her bra, and Harlan clearly notices. His cock seems even harder, if that's even possible, and he doesn't look away from Jess' boobs at all, unable to hide his leering. Jess seems to revel in the attention however, and pushes her chest out slightly. "Sweetie, you really should put your shirt back on." Harlan finally manages. His voice doesn't sound confident at all however. "It's fine, dad. I'm your daughter, and besides, it's not like I'm topless or anything. This is like a swimsuit." "Of course," Harlan mumbles, sounding ashamed of himself. "I'm just not really thinking straight in this heat. I'm going to go take a nap, and I'll finish this up tomorrow." Harlan stands up abruptly, giving you and Jess a glimpse of his bulge, and then hurries out, probably to relieve himself. You picture him stroking his huge cock to the thought of his daughter's cleavage and run a hand over your pussy. "Oh god why am I so horny." Jess says quietly to herself, pulling you from the thoughts of her father. "And dad was so hard. I know it's wrong, but I just wanted to see it... feel it..." She seems to be trying to talk herself out of her thoughts, but she is clearly failing. Jess bites her lip and slips a hand into her shorts. You see it moving rapidly in circles. Her other hand moves to her bra and massages her tits roughly. She is so aroused from the potion that it doesn't take her long to come, even in her father's workshop. Although she has managed to stay silent until now, a whorish moan breaks free from her lips as she bucks against her hand. You watch as the wet spot on her shorts grows larger and Jess sags on the bench, panting. When Jess recovers from the aftershocks of her orgasm, she looks around the room, making sure no one heard her. "What is wrong with me..." she mutters to herself as she pulls her wet hand from her shorts. The potion must still be affecting her a little, however, because she scans the room again to make sure she is alone and then licks her fingers. You head back home feeling very aroused from the events that you just watched. You wonder if you could make the potion any stronger and get more of a show. You realize how messed up what you're doing is, but you're so horny that you don't really care. [[Continue]] <<potion clear>>

"$name, do you happen to have any more of that medicine?" Jess asks. You smile knowingly. You weren't sure if she would want more after what happened the last few times. You could give her more of the aphrodisiac, but you have a better idea. You want to see what she's willing to do without external influences. "Of course," you say, pulling a small glass bottle full of only water from your bag. You hand it to Jess and she stares at it, already blushing at some unknown but clearly devious thought. "Thanks, $name." She says, setting the bottle on the table. She seems nervous, but excited. You can't wait to see why. "Anyway, I should probably head home." you tell her, walking towards the exit of the workshop. Jess seems a little too eager to see you go. "See you later!" she calls to you as you shut the door behind yourself. //Time to see what happens.// You hurry out of the house and around the back to your usual window. Like your previous moments of voyeurism, you cast a stealth spell on yourself and a sound amplification spell on the window. Soon you are in position, ready to see and hear everything Jess and Harlan do. You hear Jess speak first, setting the bottle down on a table full of wood scraps in the middle of the room. "$name brought by more of her medicine," Jess tells Harlan. Harlan is currently shirtless, exposing his muscular back. You watch it ripple as he scrapes long shavings of wood from an unfinished trunk. Even Jess' gaze seems to linger on her father's powerful appearance. You wonder just what she's thinking. After a moment, Harlan sets down his tool and frowns. "I'm not sure it would be a good idea to drink it, after what happened last time," Harlan says. "I agree," Jess says quickly. "I'm only going to have some if I'm really struggling with my work." This seems to satisfy Harlan, and the two of them get back to work. They work for a long time, never speaking a word. You see both of them take occasional glances at the bottle, clearly tempted by it. Still, neither makes a move. You are about to leave when Jess sets down the piece of wood she's carving with a huff. "I'm falling asleep," Jess says, trying to sound frustrated, "I'm going to try $name's medicine." Before her father can say a word of protest, Jess strides towards the middle table, uncorks the bottle, and takes a long swig. Harlan watches his daughter drink with a concerned look on his face, but when she sets the bottle down, he takes it up in his own hands. "I suppose if you're having some, I should as well," he says, finishing the bottle off. Once empty, Harlan sets the glass vessel down with a clink. His expression is a mixture of guilt and anticipation. Jess giggles and looks up at him before walking seductively back to the wood she was carving. Harlan watches his Jess with open desire now, and follows her, taking up another piece of wood and carving beside his daughter. The two of them blush as they work, both eagerly awaiting the effects which will never come. Instead their own anticipation works them up, almost as well as the potion would have. The two both sneak peaks at each other's bodies as they work, admiring and fantasizing about what they could be doing. Jess makes the first move, mumbling an excuse about how hot it is and pulling off her apron and shirt. Her perky breasts ignite a passion in her father's eyes, and judging from the way Jess' nipples poke out from the fabric of her bra, she is just as turned on. Harlan watches his daughter strip and then looks her in the eyes. Both of them know how taboo the situation is, but both want it so bad. "We never should have had that damn medicine," Harlan says, stepping closer to his daughter. Jess looks up at him with heavy lidded eyes. "But we did. You know as well as I do what the medicine does. There's no use fighting it now," Maggie steps closer to her father, biting her lip and admiring his muscular chest. "This is wrong. We should be fighting this..." Harlan says without much conviction. The two of them meet, pressing their bodies together in an embrace which might look innocent if Jess wasn't wearing only a bra to cover her breasts. The contact makes her shiver. "But it will feel so good," Jess whispers breathily. Her lustful words erase any of Harlan's resistance. All of the hesitation in the two of them vanishes almost immediately, replaced by pure lust. Father and daughter lock lips in a passionate kiss, desperately pressing against each other in pursuit of that most forbidden pleasure. You watch Jess' bra fall away, exposing her pert breasts to her father's longing gaze. Soon his tongue is wringing moans of pure pleasure from her as he teases her tight nipples. Both of them are grinding their hips against one another, simulating the motions of carnal love. You notice Harlan's cock straining against his trousers, eager to feel his daughter's touch. Jess satisfies it with a fluid but desperate motion, unbuttoning her father's trousers and unleashing his pulsing rod. Jess gasps with delight at the sight of it, throbbing and hard as a stone because of her alone. Jess' hands find the hot flesh of her father's shaft and she strokes him eagerly. Both of them know they shouldn't be doing this, but their sensibilities are weak compared to the burning desire to have one another in every way possible. When Harlan pulls Jess' panties down, her sodden pussy is a testament to that desire, drooling arousal down her thighs. Jess moans at the feeling of her father's powerful fingers between her legs, giving her a pleasure she never thought possible. Their lips meet once again now that both are naked. The sight of father and daughter locked in an illicit embrace has you burning with arousal at the taboo nature of what you're seeing. Jess kisses her father with the passion of a lover, pressing her soft, unclaimed body against Harlan. Her hips move instinctually, lining her father's cock up with her aching slit. Harlan feels the heat of his daughter's cunt on his cock and groans. He is so close to taking her and breaking that final taboo. Every inch of his body tells him to do it. To claim the wet and willing mate before him, but his mind reminds him that the potential mate before him is his daughter. Harlan realizes guiltily that the thought doesn't make him want her any less. Jess feels the same need, but she is unable to resist her own desires. Her hand moves to her father's cock and gently presses the head against her entrance. "Jess, don't do this," Harlan says in a strained voice. Jess moans at the feeling of his cock. It's so close. "I'm sorry daddy, the medicine is making me," Jess whines. She tries to push his cock into her folds but it slips in her fingers, gliding up against her clit. Jess shivers again as her fathers cock stimulates her slimy pink pearl. "Jess, this is a sin." Harlan groans, gently moving his hips against his daughter. "Not if you don't put it in." Jess pants in between desperate kisses. Harlan doesn't quite seem convinced, and even begins to pull his cock away, but Jess closes her legs, trapping her father's throbbing member between her thighs and her hot cunt. Harlan's hips buck involuntarily, and you see the tip of his cock poke out from between Jess' smooth thighs, oozing precum onto her flushed skin. Both father and daughter moan before they begin moving again with even more passion than before Harlan all but fucks Jess. Their bodies slam together again and again as both lose themselves to the motions of sex. Arousal practically streams down Jess' thighs, and shines in the light on her father's pumping cock. Judging by the shivers you see running through the poor girl's body, she is in absolute ecstasy. It isn't long before the two lovers grow less vigilant, giving in to the pleasure of the moment more with every tantalizing thrust. You realize what's about to happen a moment before it happens when you notice Harlan's shaky thrusts becoming more eager, and see Jess stretch herself on her tiptoes. She might not know what she's doing, but you see exactly what her unconscious movements are setting up for. As soon as her body reaches the perfect angle, Harlan's thrust doesn't glide over her slick pussy lips. Instead, it spreads them, and he slams his cock deep inside his daughter's cunt with a wet squelch. "Mmmmh fuck!" Jess moans loudly before either of them realize what just happened. You see her thighs trembling as her mind reels to understand the sudden amazing fullness she is feeling. When she does, Jess' eyes snap open wide and she stares at her father. The frenzy of moments before has stopped completely, and both Jess and Harlan stare at each other, realizing just how taboo their position is. You watch Jess' perfect breasts, nipples hard with arousal, rising and falling as she struggles to catch her breath. To your surprise, they begin moving again without a word. At first their hips move slowly. They pull apart, still staring into each other's eyes. You see the guilty look they share change once again to longing. Harlan's rough woodworking hands slide over his daughter's body, enjoying the softness of her youthful body. He finds her breasts once again and coaxes a loving moan from Jess' lips with his touch. They don't even try to stop now, fully giving in to their lust. Jess moves her hips sensuously, sliding her pussy back down onto her father's shaft. You shiver as you watch the taboo love making before you, but you can't look away. It might be wrong, but this is what you wanted to see, isn't it? You shiver with your own arousal as you realize that you made this coupling possible. It doesn't take long before Harlan and Jess speed up again, forgetting the last of their restraint and fucking like old lovers. The chorus of their muffled moans fills the workshop as they indulge in each other entirely. Jess' breasts bounce as her father's cock pistons in and out of her tight pussy. Every eager motion she makes betrays her absolute enjoyment of their lust. Meanwhile, Harlan takes his daughter with surprising power. As he feels himself nearing his own orgasm, he kisses his daughter deeply, "Fuck… daddy!" Jess squeals as she cums. You see her body tense before she wraps her arms around her father, shaking. Her orgasm is messy enough that you catch her femcum trickling down her father's powerful thighs as he continues to rut her. You can tell his orgasm isn't far behind. In an act of astounding restraint, Harlan sets Jess on a workshop table, and pulls his powerful cock free. Not a moment too soon, either. You gasp as you watch it pulse, sending a rope of thick cum splattering onto his daughters soft belly. Jess is still delirious with pleasure, but you can tell she feels her fathers hot seed coating her skin. Every hot splash of cum sends shivers rippling through her fertile body. Although she would have loved it inside her, this is almost as good. Harlan jerks himself off as he finishes cumming, milking every last drop onto Jess before letting out a sigh. The two incestuous lovers no longer make eye contact, breathing heavily as they recover from their tryst. You can almost see the guilt washing over them as they come to terms with what they've done. There's no excuses this time, only shameful cleaning up and redressing. Jess mutters something quietly to her father and hurries out of the workshop. Harlan sighs once again and returns to his work, letting the comforting ritual of his craft soothe his worries. 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As they work, Harlan and Jess don't exhibit any incredibly noticeable effects from the potion. <<if $ingredients.includes("ginseng")>> If anything, they seem more alert and active as they work, and you know the ginseng must be energizing them. <<elseif $ingredients.includes("chamomile")>> You continue to watch them and they grow more and more drowsy. You probably shouldn't have used chamomile in a potion meant to keep them awake...<</if>> [[Go Home.|Continue]] <<potion clear>>

Harlan and Jess continue to work, but you begin to see signs of the potion taking effect. The father and daughter both seem a little flushed, and both are beginning to get even more drowsy. You almost duck as Jess moves over to a table right in front of the window, but remember to trust the spell and stay as still as possible. Jess' face is showing clear signs of the lekkaroot arousal, as her cheeks are flushed a deep red. She is looking for something on the table, but she is distracted, and takes a while to find what she was searching for. She yawns and examines some sort of plan drawn on grid paper. You see her nipples, hard and poking out of her apron. To your surprise, she begins to drift to sleep and actually moves her hand to her <<print $busts[$jess.bust]>> breasts and softly massages them. Suddenly she jolts awake. "I don't think $name's potion is working very well," Jess says. She doesn't get an answer. "Dad?" Jess stands up and turns, finally noticing Harlan asleep on a bench. He is completely out, and both your and Jess' eyes are immediately drawn to his crotch. Harlan is experiencing the effects of the lekkaroot in the form of a throbbing erection, practically bursting from his trousers. Jess seems surprised at first, but you watch as she looks around the room and then slowly approaches her father's reclined form. Jess's gaze is still fixed on her father's bulge when he murmurs in his sleep. "Ooh, Maisie." Jess jumps, but when Harlan doesn't stir she resumes her gradual approach. Jess absentmindedly reaches out as she draws near, only looking away from her father's cock to make sure his eyes are closed. Finally her soft hand makes contact, pressing against the fabric of Harlan's pants. Jess lets out a surprised gasp as she feels his hard throbbing cock. Every pulse makes her hotter and hotter, but you watch as she takes a deep breath and pulls her hand away. "What am I thinking?" She murmurs out loud. Despite her sudden clarity of mind, Jess presses her palm against her own crotch, exhaling at the pressure on her pussy. Worried that she might regret her actions, Jess hurries out. You head home, aroused at the thought that Jess must have gone to her own room to masturbate. [[Continue]] <<potion clear>>

"I brought you some more of that medicine so you can focus while you work." You tell Jess, trying not to let on that you know about the 'side effects'. "Thanks so much, $name!" Jess says cheerfully, hugging you. You pull out the bottle and she takes it quickly, pocketing the potion. "Okay, well, I should get back to work. I'll see you later, $name." Jess says quickly. You know she's trying to get rid of you, but you leave quickly, excited to see what her plan is. You sneak around the side of the house back to the window which looks into the workshop. As usual, Harlan is hard at work putting together the start of a piece of furniture. Jess, however, isn't being so productive. Jess is preoccupied by the thought of the glass bottle in her pocket. You quickly say your spells of concealment and sound conduction so that the sound of Harlan's hammering becomes loud and clear despite the glass window. You still feel a little unnerved when Jess comes over to the table by the window. It feels weird to have her so close and yet so oblivious to your presence. Still, you're thankful for the spell because it lets you see Jess' expressions as she pulls out the potion. She looks at the glass bottle with apprehension, as if considering whether or not she should use it. You watch as she looks over her shoulder at her father, who is completely caught up in his work. She stares at his body and remembers the last time she used your "medicine" flushing at the thought. You look on as Jess almost seems to reconsider, taking the bottle from the table and moving to put it away. Before she does, she allows herself one concession and uncorks the glass bottle for a quick sniff. You know that's a mistake. Even just the vapors of the potion are enough to make her flush a deeper red and her next look at her father carries considerably more desire than the last. You watch with giddy delight as the arousal clouds her thoughts and suppresses her inhibitions. A moment ago drinking the potion had seemed like a bad idea to Jess, but now she wondered how bad a sip could be. Of course, a sip could never be enough, and in seconds Jess foolishly swallows half of the potion, feeling the heat radiate from her stomach to the rest of her body. The only thing that keeps her from finishing the other half is the knowledge that she'll need it for her father. "Here daddy," Jess says to her father, offering him the bottle. "$name made more of that medicine to keep us awake." Harlan looks at the bottle and then downs the rest without hesitation. You realize with a shock that Harlan hasn't put two and two together about your potion and the strange lust from before. You settle in, ready for the impending show. When Jess returns to the table by the window she is noticeably flushed from the lekkaroot. Her eyes begin to lose focus occasionally and she keeps looking back over her shoulder to check up on her father. You watch her bite her lip as she drinks in the sight of the muscular man, impatient for his dose to kick in. In the meantime she cant help but to touch herself softly, coaxing her nipples into tight buds that poke through her shirt. Her apron has already been discarded, abandoned to the fate the rest of her clothes will soon face. Although it takes a little longer for the potion to kick in for Harlan, it still isn't long before your handiwork has his cock straining against his shorts. Harlan obviously tries to hide it, but Jess' searching eyes manage to lock on to his hard member, only driving her more wild. The memory of their session at the saw has both of them extra worked up, bodies begging for a result which their minds rebel from. Despite his resistance, however, you notice Harlan staring at his beautiful daughter's body. You know they won't be able to hold out much longer. Jess makes the first move, pulling off her shirt and exposing her bra to her father. Her two tight nipples poke out from the end of Jess' <<print $busts[$jess.bust]>> tits, clearly announcing her arousal. Her bra does little to hide the hard nubs. Harlan openly stares at his daughter's cleavage, even sneaking a stroke or two of his cock. Much to Jess' dismay, her toplessness isn't enough to coax Harlan into any rash decisions. She is starting to get squirmy as her arousal builds and you almost know how she feels. Your own pussy is dripping and you calmly sneak a hand down to begin rubbing at your slit. Jess seems to realize that removing her top is not enough, but seems hesitant to pull off her shorts. She knows that doing so would be passing the point of no return and part of her is still ashamed that she would even consider stripping down to her panties in front of her father. That part of her battles the lust that burns within and slowly but surely begins to lose out. You watch her give in slowly, first unbuttoning her shorts. She's so close but she can't bring herself to pull them down. Instead she walks towards her father, letting gravity do the work for her. The shorts slowly slip down her toned thighs exposing the young woman's panties. Harlan can only watch as his daughters soaked underwear are put on display in front of him. "Jess, remember last time... We can't do this..." he says, turning on his stool to face his daughter. His own shorts are tented by his cock which betrays his true desires. Jess bites her lip as she stares at it, not slowing her advance at all despite her shorts limiting her stride. "I know," she says, putting her hands on her father's shoulders. The two look into each other's eyes for a long moment, each casting a lusty gaze on the other. Harlan only breaks eye contact to admire his daughter's dripping cunt which has fully soaked her panties and is now drooling down her leg. "It's just," Jess says, slowly and breathily, "I can't help it. I need you." Her seductive words break through Harlan's hesitation. He pulls Jess roughly onto his lap, making her gasp as his cock grinds against her crotch. Her hands scramble to pull off his shirt and expose his muscular back. Harlan doesn't wait, unhooking her bra and sucking on one of Jess' eraser-like nipples. Jess lets the first of many moans escape her lips and collapses onto her father's bare chest licking and sucking mindlessly on his burly shoulder as he pleasures her. She might have been in control at the beginning, but now Harlan manipulates her like a marionette with his nibbles and kisses. Even without direct stimulation, Jess' father's ministrations in combination with the potion's effects have Jess writhing as a mini-orgasm runs through her body. Even if Jess wanted to stop, the potion has stolen away any self restraint she might once have had. When Harlan lifts her onto the table Jess only spreads her legs and begins to rub her aching pussy through the soaked fabric of her panties. Emboldened by the sight of his daughter brazenly masturbating herself in front of him, Harlan tears her panties away exposing her oozing cunt. Her labia is slick and engorged, parting eagerly under his Jess' fingers as she continues to jill herself. The sight of Jess' naked glistening pussy makes you wish you were in there now, lost in the intoxicating scent of her lust. Instead you work your own pussy with abandon. Harlan gets just as aroused by the sight of his daughter's cunt and yanks off his own shorts and underwear. His thick rod bounces in the air, eager and uncaring about the taboo nature of the situation. It likely takes all of Harlan's remaining self restraint to keep himself from fucking Jess then and there. Luckily Jess is too caught up in what appears to be another orgasm to notice her father's cock so close to her love tunnel. Harlan knows if she saw it she might convince him to do things he shouldn't. Instead he kneels down on the stool and thrusts his face into Jess' juicy cunt. The fact that eating out his own daughter is the better of the two options strikes Harlan as perverse, but he doesnt think too much about it, eagerly lapping the copious fluids that run from Jess' pussy. Jess is driven insane by Harlan's hot tongue as it explores her folds. She wonders how she could ever have been content with only her fingers a moment earlier compared to the firm but gentle attention of her father's tongue. It seems to scour her body, finding the perfect spot and teasing it until Jess thinks she is going to break before shifting away. Because of the powerful effects of the potion, Jess loses all inhibition, moaning loud enough that you almost don't even need your spells to hear her cries of pleasure. Fortunately no one in the house seems to hear, and so the two can continue in peace. You watch as Harlan begins to stroke his cock letting the overstimulated member drip precum onto the workshop floor. You wish you could take his entire $harlan.penislength inches of cock into your throat. You know it wouldn't take long to make it explode, especially judging by its current engorged appearance. Still, Jess climaxes for the third time before Harlan can have his first orgasm. Her muscles clench and she arches her back grinding her cunt against her father's face. This orgasm takes longer than the others and leaves her shaking and shuddering on the table as Harlan stands back up. He jacks his meaty cock off to the sight of his daughter's twitching body and quickly starts to cum. The hot spurts spatter onto Jess' body making her moan even harder. She rubs it into her skin as the orgasm finally dies down leaving Harlan to stare at her sleeping form. Harlan's orgasm seems to have restored some of his focus and he carefully picks up his naked daughter and lowers her onto a bench. She is a complete mess, soaked by a heady combination of sweat, cum, and her own juices. Despite the fact that she looks like a whore who has been used and discarded, Harlan gives her a gentle kiss on the forehead and covers her with a blanket. "I'm sorry Jess." he whispers guiltily. You know it's only natural that he would feel guilt but wish he could see that it's not his fault. You let go of the spells and head home excited about the orgasms you will give yourself remembering the taboo scene. [[Continue]] <<run $quests.delete("JessHarlan2")>> <<run $quests.delete("JessHarlan3")>> <<run $quests.push("JessHarlan4")>> <<script>>$.notify("Quest Updated: Father-Daughter Bonding");<</script>>

"I have a potion for you." You tell Jess. Her eyes light up at the news. "Something that will keep us awake?" You nod and pull out the vial you prepared for them. "Drink half of this each, and it should keep you awake and energized." "Thanks so much $name!" Jess says as she takes the vial from you. "I better get back to work, I'll give some of this to Dad." You say goodbye and head out, leaving the house. Instead of going home, however, you decide you want to see the effects of the potion. You sneak around the back of the workshop and cast a quick spell on yourself which should make you practically impossible to notice as long as you stay still. You stop in front of the window, peeking in at Jess and Harlan's work. Another spell, this time cast on the window, allows you to hear anything they say as if you were in the room. As soon as the words of the spell leave your lips, you hear Jess' youthful voice as clear as day. "Daddy, $name gave me this medicine which should help us stay awake while we work." Harlan looks at the vial as if he is unsure about it, but after Jess uncorks it and drinks half, he takes it and finishes it off. Finally the two get back to work, sawing and carving wood into pieces of furniture. You watch them work for a little, waiting for the potion to take effect. <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot")>> <<if $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>> <<if $ingredients.includes("chamomile")>> [[Something's happening...|JessSleepOnJob]] <<else>> [[Something's happening...|HarlanJessHorny]] <</if>> <<else>> <<if $ingredients.includes("chamomile")>> [[Something's happening...|HarlanSleepOnJob]] <<else>> [[Something's happening...|HarlanJessHot]] <</if>> <</if>> <<else>> [[Something's Happening...|HarlanJessWork]] <</if>> <<run $quests.delete("JessHarlanPotion")>>

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Harlan and Jess keep up their woodworking, but you begin to notice them growing more aroused. The combination of Lekkaroot and Hornet Venom quickly works them up beyond what the lekkaroot could do on its own. Jess is sitting on a long bench, working on a carving as the potion slowly takes effect. You notice her long nipples poking out through her shirt and apron, clearly hardening from arousal. Amazingly, that isn't the extent of it. Her arms begin to shake a little as she works, and she opens her mouth to pant lightly. A little bit of drool drips from her lips but she hardly notices. Harlan is being affected as well, and you see his shorts begin to tent, hinting at the large cock beneath. He looks to be losing focus as well, and frequently adjusts his manhood in his shorts, rubbing it with his hand. You can make out a small dark circle at its straining tip where Harlan's precum has soaked into his shorts. The chamomile in the potion also starts to take effect, and both Harlan and Jess seem to grow drowsy, yawning and struggling to keep their eyes open. Despite her obvious horniness, Jess stretches out on the bench. "I-" Jess starts, but interrupts herself with a long yawn. "I think I'm going to take a quick nap." Harlan grunts in approval and Jess rests her back on the bench, straddling it with her legs. Before long she falls asleep, breathing deeply. Her position gives you a clear view of her crotch, which you can see has created a wet spot where her pussy is. A line of dark fabric extends down to the bench where her juices have dripped lower. Her nipples poke up from her perky breasts, creating a sultry silhouette. Harlan seems just as tired, but also a little more horny. You wonder if the arousal is keeping him awake. He tries to keep working but after struggling against the overwhelming distractions he drops his tools in frustration. You watch closely as his eyes glaze over and he absentmindedly massages his cock through his shorts. More precum soaks the front of his pants as he slowly pleasures himself. "Ooh, fuck me." Harlan's masturbation is interrupted by his daughter's voice from across the room. He freezes, looking at Jess to make sure she hasn't caught him and not seeming to register what she said. "Deeper" Jess mumbles in her sleep. She seems to be having a very good dream. She moans again and you see Harlan's cock throb at the sound. Slowly he stands up and approaches his daughter's recline form. Jess moans again and bucks her hips slightly. You almost wish that you could see her dream. Her father seems curious as well. You can tell that he is a little ashamed at his arousal, but Jess' wanton noises test the man's restraint. Harlan closes his eyes and mouths the words of a prayer when Jess bucks her hips again and moans particularly sluttily. You wonder if the potion is enough to make her orgasm in her sleep. The whorish sounds coming from his daughter's mouth prove to be too much for Harlan and he kneels next to her. His shaky hands gently slip her apron off. Next, he pinches the bottom of Jess' work shirt and pulls it slowly up to expose a red bra. Jess' <<print $busts[$jess.bust]>> breasts are slightly swollen from the potion, and so the bra seems to practically overflow with silky flesh. Her nipples poke up into the air, practically begging Harlan to caress them. Harlan moves to unhook his daughter's bra, but she moans gently and shifts in her sleep, forcing him to reconsider. Instead, he unbuttons her shorts. It takes a little bit of gentle tugging but he eventually pulls them down to her knees. Beneath the shorts, Jess' panties have ridden up against her slit, completely soaked in the crotch. A hint of Jess' $jess.pubichair pubic hair can be seen at the edge. Harlan stares at his daughter's aroused pussy as she moans and bucks again. A wave of juices runs along the panties and down her leg. The sight is too much for Harlan, and he unbuttons his own shorts, pulling free his swollen $harlan.penislength inch cock. You gasp at the sight of it, impressed by its size and also how it pulses with need. Harlan wastes no time stroking it, coaxing out constant beads of precum. You marvel for a moment at the fucked up scene you have caused. A father masturbating at the sight of his daughter. Your mentor would never approve of your actions, but right now all you can think about is how hot it is. Despite his eagerness, Harlan still seems to have some reservations. A moment of clarity seems to come over him and he stops stroking his cock. "What am I doing..." He murmurs to himself. You worry for a second that he will stop, but Jess saves you. Another jolt goes through her and she moans again. "Please... I'm so close," you know she is asleep, but it almost sounds like she is begging her father to keep going. Harlan could never turn her down, and he stands up, jerking his cock over his daughter's naked stomach. He lowers it slowly to her lips, praying she doesn't wake up. Before his tip touches her $jess.lips lips, he pauses for a moment as if to make sure he really wants to do this. You feel the anticipation rise within you and can't help but to slip a hand into your own pants. Finally he does it. Harlan presses the moist tip of his cock to Jess' lips, gently moving it around. He shudders at the sensation, and isn't prepared when Jess moans again, opening her mouth just enough for the tip to deposit a drop of precum into her waiting mouth. Jess' lips don't close this time, and Harlan pushes further, sliding the top of his cock past her lips and feeling her hot breath on his shaft. She shifts in her sleep, turning her head away, and Harlan is forced to pull back. The feeling of his daughter's mouth clearly pushes him close to his climax, and he begins to stroke his cock faster. With his other hand, he touches Jess' dripping pussy. He only has time to gently massage her soaking panties when Jess begins to whine. Her muscles tense and her hips buck against her father's fingers. You see a lot of juices flowing from her slit and puddling around her ass as she reaches an unconscious orgasm. The sight sends Harlan into his own orgasm, and he strokes his cock frantically as a jet of cum rockets from the tip, overshooting Jess at first and pattering onto the sawdust covered floor. Both of them tremble as they climax, and you watch as the following ropes of cum spray Jess, first hitting her cheek, then her cleavage, the rest landing on her flat stomach and puddling in her bellybutton. A little runs down her side and ends up on the bench. When Harlan finishes his orgasm you see him panic. He grabs a dusty rag and tries to clean his daughter up, spreading his sticky seed over her skin. Once he finishes with that, he quickly but carefully redresses her. Clearly not wanting to be present when she wakes up, Harlan hurries out, leaving his daughter on the bench, soaked in her own juices and smelling slightly of cum. The show is over. You head home, wondering if Jess will recognize the signs of what happens when she wakes up. Would she even be upset? [[Continue]] <<potion clear>>

<<first>>\ <<goto "EncounterLeah">> <<finally>>\ <<if previous() == "Witch's Hut">> You decide to head to the Kendall house. The family's house is at the edge of town, and is larger and more ornately decorated than most. Fancy wooden decorations ornament a wraparound porch, all a testament to Harlan Kendall's woodworking prowess. The back of the house has a large addition which contains the workshop and stores all of the tools, wood, and completed furniture that Harlan uses for his work. Harlan and Jess can likely be found working there. The house is one of the few with a second story, and you know that upstairs contains Evan's room and the parents' room while Jess and Leah shared a room on the main floor. Maisie, Harlan's wife, was often out taking down requests and purchasing supplies. When you arrive, you walk up the steps and knock on the door using a decorative wooden knocker carved to look like a bull. Moments later Leah answers the door. "$name! Come in!" She says cheerfully. You follow her into the foyer, mostly plain except for a beautifully carved dark wooden trim. "Let me know if you want to spend some time together, otherwise you should know where to find everyone." Leah says. <<else>> You return to the entryway of the Kendall house. Leah is sitting in the next room on the couch reading. The muffled sounds of woodwork come from the door at the end of the hall. <</if>> [[Talk to Leah|LeahConversationStart]] [[Talk to Jess|JessConversationStart]] [[Go Home.|Witch's Hut]] <</first>>\

Wheat and Corn Farm with kennels [[Talk to Blaise|BlaiseConversationStart]] [[Talk to Hailey|HaileyConversationStart]] [[Talk to Charlotte|CharlotteConversationStart]]

<<if previous() is "Witch's Hut">>\ You head out of your hut to the Northcott ranch. The ranch is about a mile out of town, and so you take the road that circles the outskirts. The trail from your house to town is little more than a dusty path, but the way to Northcott ranch is far more well trodden. Decades of horses and carts have compacted the dirt into a modest road. You can see hoofprints in the thin layer of dust that covers the road. An unfortunate side effect of the larger road is that the trees which line the way do not provide an effective canopy against the hot sun. By the time you get to the ranch your hair is slick with sweat and your mouth is parched. Luckily, Jacob Northcott sees you coming up the path and pulls an overflowing bucket of cool water up from a well in front of the house. The main house is a single story, and is large enough to comfortably house a family of four and have an indoor kitchen. Behind the house there is a long stable and a field where you can see horses grazing freely. "Welcome to the Northcott Ranch, $name. What brings you here today?" Jacob says, handing you a cup of the water. You drink deeply from the cup, quenching your thirst with the deliciously sweet water. <<else>> You head back to the porch and sit down on a bench next to Jacob. There is a bucket and some cups of water which you help yourself to gratefully. Jacob nods at you. "Let me know if I can help you with anything, $name," he says with a hint of a mountain accent. <</if>>\ [[Talk to Blake|BlakeConversationStart]] [[Talk to Cade|CadeConversationStart]] <<if hasVisited("CadeWorkTalk")>>\ [[Talk to Jenny|JennyConversationStart]] <</if>>\ <<if hasVisited("JennyJerkOffAvalos") && !$flags.includes("NoBeast")>>\ [[Spy on Jenny|JennySpikeDrink]] <<elseif hasVisited("JennyAvalosTalk") && !$flags.includes("NoBeast")>>\ [[Spy On Jenny|JennyFirstSpy]] <</if>>\ <<if previous() is "Witch's Hut">>\ [[Return home.|RanchToHome]] <<else>> [[Return home.|Witch's Hut]] <</if>>

"I was just taking a walk and ended up here, I'll be headed back shortly," you tell him. He nods at you. "Well, come up and visit any time," in his rumbling voice. You thank him and head home. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]]

<<if $quests.includes("TPIBreakup")>>\ <<goto "FrancisBreakup">>\ <<elseif $quests.includes("TPISize2")>>\ <<goto "FrancisSamanthaSize">>\ <<elseif $flags.includes("PotterBreakup")>>\ You visit the Potter farm. The fields outside have begun to be overgrown with weeds and a few jet black crows pick at the soil between the furrows. Francis clearly hasn't been very interested in maintaining the farm †hese days. His standing in the town may be keeping him fed now, but you wonder how long the other townsfolk will tolerate him not contributing his own share to the supplies. [[Talk to Francis|FrancisTalk]] <<else>>\ You decide to visit Francis Potter at his small farm near the edge of town. It doesn't take you long to walk there from your hut, and when you arrive you see Samantha's head poking up from the rows of wheat growing in a small field out back. You wave at her and she nods at you, but continues to focus on her work. The field isn't large enough to require livestock and so the Potters typically harvest tehir small bounty using equipment borrowed from one of the larger farms. The farmhouse itself stands some distance from the field, a rather nice house for the town. You know Francis is likely inside, reading or planning for the next town council meeting. [[Talk to Francis|FrancisTalk]] [[Talk to Samantha|SamanthaTalk]] <</if>>\ [[Head back home|Witch's Hut]]

You walk into town and head straight for the main square. Other townsfolk are standing around and mingling in the cobbled center plaza. You make your way directly towards a building you know well, Jack Shipley's candle shop. A sign out front painted with Jack's name and a candle marks the shop, and as soon as you enter you are greeted by the overwhelming scents of many different candles. Candles aren't the only thing that Jack produces, however. He also provides the town with lantern oil which he renders from animal fat or extracted from seeds and nuts, all of which is displayed in the front storeroom, stored in enormous barrels. Christian, Jack's son stands behind the counter, looking bored. [[Talk to Christian|ChristianConversationStart]] [[Head Home.|Witch's Hut]]

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You go to the back of the tavern to change into your uniform, and then wait for Maggie to show up. After a short wait, you see Maggie walk through the door from the bar. She is dressed in a modest dress and she has curled her $maggie.hairlength hair into perfect ringlets. She looks incredibly chaste, but her curvy body makes you feel warm. //How does she manage to look hot and innocent at the same time?// Maybe it is because she looks so innocent that she comes off as incredibly hot. You hand her the uniform that Derrick found for her and she quickly changes into it. You stare at her bra and panties as she changes, paying extra attention to the jiggle of her <<print $busts[$maggie.bust]>> boobs. Although Maggie's uniform is bigger than yours, she fills it out perfectly, showing a surprising amount of cleavage. "I don't know about this." Maggie says, looking down at her chest. "It'll be fine, the townsfolk are like family." You say reassuringly. Maggie seems to buck up, and heads out to the bar. You hope her energy continues throughout the night. As Maggie begins bringing beer to the tables, heads turn and men stare at the pretty new serving girl. Surprisingly, Maggie seems to revel in the attention, loving the spotlight. After delivering a few rounds, Maggie is practically strutting across the floor, subconsciously moving in the sexiest way possible. Derrick smiles at you and gives you a look that says "This was a great idea". The first hitch of the night was bound to come eventually, however, and it comes in the form of Bregan, the lumberjack musician. Bregan gets on stage and begins to play the fiddle, breaking into a bawdy song that gets all the half drunk patrons joining in. Maggie pulls you aside as soon as she hears the lyrics. "What is this smut?" She asks, her face looks even more scandalized than her tone of voice sounds. "How could they be singing this in public? These men have daughters and wives! They go to church every week!" You bring Maggie to the back to quiet her down when some of the patrons turn their heads. "Relax, it's just a little fun. When they're drunk they don't always act proper, but it's just how they unwind. They don't mean anything by it. They're good people." Luckily, Maggie seems to understand. "Alright, I get it. Everyone needs to relieve stress somehow," she says thoughtfully. You sense that she might be thinking of something specific, but you don't bother her about it. Both of you keep working. The second hitch of the night comes around closing time. As Maggie is cleaning tables, an inebriated lumberjack slaps her $maggie.butt butt, making her jump and squeak. She turns red immediately and wheels on the unsuspecting patron. Although he is easily twice her size, Maggie delivers a slap to his face that almost knocks him from his chair. The man yells in protest, but immediately Derrick is behind Maggie. "Go to the back room," Derrick booms in a stern voice you've never heard from him before. Maggie freezes, clearly expecting Derrick to be cross with the unruly drunk instead of her. When Derrick points towards the door Maggie's shoulders drop and she slinks to the back room. Derrick apologizes to the lumberjack and then starts towards the back room. You decide to step in. You catch his eye and mouth "I'll take care of her" to him. When you enter the back room you see Maggie crying in the corner. She hears your footsteps and looks up at you with big wet eyes. Even when she's crying she looks beautiful. You sit down next to her and rub her back gently. "What's wrong?" You ask, wanting to hear her thoughts on the situation. "I-I-just wanted to make a good impression with my father in law, and now I've messed everything up." Maggie sniffles and you give her your friendliest smile. "Don't worry about Derrick, he isn't the kind to hold a grudge. Besides, it's only natural to react angrily to an unwanted slap on the behind." "Is that what you do? How do you hide it from Derrick?" "Me? I don't do anything. Like you said before, everyone needs to relieve some stress somehow, and a slap on the butt every once in a while doesn't hurt me. I might even say it's a perk of the job." "$name!" Maggie says, blushing. To your relief, she starts to laugh. "Really, you don't have to enjoy it, but try to ignore it." "I think I can do that," Maggie says, sniffing again. "Great," you say, smiling again. "So I'll see you back here?" "Yeah," Maggie responds. You hug her and then hurry back out to help Derrick clean up. "You talk to her?" He asks as you emerge from the dark room. "Won't happen again." You assure him. You hope you aren't lying. After cleaning up, you pick up your extra food and a bottle of grain spirits. You wave to Derrick before heading home. [[Continue|MaggieWorkDone]] <<set $tavernMaggie to []>> <<run $tavernMaggie.push("WorkWithMaggie")>> <<set $maggie.corXP += 5>> <<script>>$.notify('Maggie Corruption +5 XP!\n(' + state.active.variables.maggie.corXP + '/' + state.active.variables.xplevels[state.active.variables.maggie.corruption] + ')');<</script>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!.");<</script>> <<run $quests.delete("MaggieTavern")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Quest Completed: A New Waitress");<</script>>

You head into the back of the tavern and change into the work clothes that Derrick gave you. They are a little small on you, but aside from your <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> breasts stretching the top slightly, the uniform is modest. You help Derrick move barrels and then lend your expertise to the cooking before evening comes and a few of the townsfolk arrive for drinks. You serve food and ale to the customers. Bregan, one of the lumberjacks, gets out a fiddle and goes up onto the small stage in the corner to play a few reels, sending the slightly intoxicated patrons dancing. You smile and laugh at the bawdy jokes the men tell you but aside from a few stares the night goes smoothly. When the last patrons leave, you change back into your normal clothes and grab the bundle of food and a small bottle of alcohol that Derrick left you on the bar. "Thanks for your help tonight!" Derrick calls as you leave. "Thanks for the extra food!" You respond, and head home in high spirits. [[Return Home|Witch's Hut]] <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>>

You head into the back of the tavern and quickly change into the uniform Derrick left for you. The white top is a little small, and accentuates your assets, but overall the outfit is modest. You quickly get to work, helping clean up the bar in the afternoon before the townsfolk arrive in the evening. The serving goes well for the first part of the night, especially considering the rush. It was a hot day, and so many of the townsfolk stop by the bar for a nice meal and some ale. You feel yourself falling into a groove, grabbing mugs and plates from tables, washing them, and delivering new ones. The patrons cheer as you stack five tin flagons on top of each other and carefully bring them to the back. You almost make it when you trip on an uneven board and the entire stack topples on you. Dregs of ale splash you as the flagons fall, drenching you and covering you with the smell of alcohol. Immediately the crowd lets out an awww of disappointment. A little embarrassed, you pick up the flagons and rush to the back. "Hurry up, we've got thirsty customers!" Derrick shouts from behind the bar. You take the couple of flagons you washed and fill them with ale, before bringing them to a table. You recognize the two men sitting there as some of the lumberjacks who frequent the tavern, and place their cold flagons of ale on the thick wooden table in front of them. You notice them staring at you and look down to see your white top has been completely soaked by the ale. Your bra and cleavage is clearly visible beneath the wet white shirt. The men ogle at your breasts and you turn a bright shade of pink, crossing your arms and hurrying to the back. You feel hot embarrassment in your cheeks and quickly change into your normal shirt. Derrick gives you a funny look as you continue serving in your regular clothes. After the tavern closes, Derrick approaches you. "What happened to the shirt I gave you?" "I spilt ale on it, and it went clear." You say, a little embarrassed to talk about it. "I see. Well I bet the lumberjacks were happy about that! Maybe it will bring some more people in." Although Derrick offered his food and ale for free to the people of the town, that meant that everyone owed him. Derrick's needs were quickly met, and he carried the air of royalty among most of the people in town. Derrick winks at you. "Next time don't change so soon." You groan, but know he is joking. You take the food and alcohol he gives you and head home, completely exhausted by the night's events. [[Return home|Witch's Hut]] <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>>

<<if $quests.includes("TPIBreakup1")>>\ <<goto "FrancisWatches">>\ <<elseif $quests.includes("TPIConfront") >>\ <<goto "FrancisConfrontDerrick">>\ <</if>>\ <<if previous() == "Witch's Hut">>\ You head to town, hoping to catch Derrick at the tavern. The tavern itself sits at one end of the town square. The building is larger than most in town, large enough to house the main bar, a living area for Derrick, his son Brendon, and at one point Derrick's wife. Additionally, the tavern houses a brewery which brews most of the town's ale. Although Derrick built it up, you know that Brendon typically manages the brewery, leaving the bar to his father. Above the bar, a second floor contains rooms for visitors. They are only ever used when caravans of traders pass through, but sometimes Derrick houses overly intoxicated townsfolk there overnight. The bar itself is a hall with sturdy tables arranged in a dense pattern. When full, there is hardly enough room to move through. You never spend much time at the bar at night, but you know it well because Derrick took up the role of collecting donations from the other villagers to give to you and your mentor Gerta. When you enter the tavern you see Derrick standing behind the bar, cleaning perpetually dirty tankards with an equally grimy rag. "Hey $name!" Derrick calls jovially from his position behind the bar. <<else>> You are standing in the tavern. Derrick is behind the bar cleaning mugs and dishware. The room smells faintly of stew and strongly of ale. <</if>>\ <<if $flags.includes("Caravan")>>There's a small trading caravan here today, and a few men are inside eating breakfast.<</if>> [[Talk to Derrick|DerrickConversationStart]] <<if $flags.includes("WeddingComplete")>>\ [[Talk to Maggie|MaggieConversationStart]] <</if>>\ <<if hasVisited("MaggieBrendonMakeout")>>\ [[Talk to Brendon|BrendonConversationStart]] <</if>>\ <<if $quests.includes("TavernWork")>>\ [[Work at the tavern|WorkTavern]] <</if>>\ <<if hasVisited("MaggieTalkTavern") && not hasVisited("MaggieWorkTavern")>>\ [[Wait for Maggie.|MaggieWorkTavern]] <</if>>\ <<if hasVisited("MaggieWorkTavern")>>\ [[Work with Maggie.|MaggieTavern]] <</if>>\ <<if $flags.includes("Caravan") && $quests.includes("ObtainingOil2")>>\ [[Meet with Derrick's contact.|MariusConversationStart]] <</if>>\ <<if $flags.includes("Caravan") && $flags.includes("Marius")>>\ [[Meet with Derrick's contact.|MariusConversationStart]] <</if>>\ <<if $flags.includes("PotterBreakup")>>\ [[Talk to Samantha|SamanthaTalk]] <</if>>\ [[Go Home.|Witch's Hut]]

You head to the back of the tavern and change into the outfit that Derrick left for you. You are about to head back out and start working when Derrick comes to the back and stops you. "Looks like a caravan is coming through today, so work might get a little busy tonight." The trading caravans that came through town never stayed long because most of the townsfolk didn't have much money. Instead, they would stay the night at the tavern where Derrick would charge them for the rooms upstairs, the food, and the ale, then using the money to buy anything that the town couldn't produce. Often this was luxury items such as sweets and toys which then were shared with the children. "Most of these guys are used to big city taverns, where the expectations for tavern wen-//waitresses// are a little different. I'll have Brendon here tonight and we'll make sure none of these guys get out of hand, but they may try something, and I want to make sure that you don't snap at them. Just let it go and then come to me afterwards if they don't do anything serious." The tone of concern in Derricks voice has you a little worried, but you nod. "Try to have fun, flirt a little, and maybe they'll even give you a tip. Remember that Brendon and I will be here if anything gets out of hand." "Thanks, Derrick. I'll be careful." You don't think that you'll need the men's help, or at least you hope you don't. The first half of the day is normal. You spend your time cleaning the place in preparation for the night's visitors. A little after noon, Brendon shows up and helps his dad move more barrels of ale to the front. Finally, the door opens and you see a burly man step in. He is followed by two more men about his size, all carrying crossbows. The trio sits down at one of the tables and calls out for three ales. You look to Derrick. He nods and so you go about business as usual, filling up three tankards and bringing them to the table. The men all toss some coins to you and you collect them quickly. <<if visited() == 1>> "Hey John, look at this wench. I don't remember anyone as hot as her from last time we came through here." You are about to scold the man when you remember what Derrick told you. You keep your lips pursed and then even force yourself to smile at them. "Looks like she might have some fire in her. I'd love to break her in." John responds. You hurry away to bring the coins to Derrick, blushing from the men's comments. When you hand Derrick the stack of coins, he takes on and passes it back to you. "This is for you. You're doing great." His reassurance keeps you cheerful as you keep working. Eventually, the caravan workers and leader come in, talking to Derrick for a bit about trades. You bring them ale and some food, collecting the cold metal coins they place on the table and delivering them behind the bar. Throughout the night a few of the townsfolk come in, but most avoid the tavern due to the caravan's presence. You serve them quickly, dreading when you have to return to the caravan guards' table. You bring them a few more ales without any problems, but eventually closing time draws near and you go to collect their empty flagons. "Want to come up to my bunk after close?" The first guard says, slurring his words slightly. The other two chuckle when you flinch. "No thank you." You say politely. "Probably for the best," the guard named John chimes in. "I'll be able to show you a better time anyway." You ignore his remark and quickly gather a few more flagons. As you reach across the table, you feel a rough hand on you $player.butt butt through your skirt. You squeak and drop a flagon as John roughly grabs your bottom. Immediately you jump away, prompting laughs from all three men. Not wanting to endure any more you turn and scold the men. "How dare you!" You shout, before storming to the back room. After the men of the caravan head to bed, Derrick stops you. "Sorry about that tonight. I should've known you wouldn't be able to let that kind of stuff go." You feel a little bit angry that he is putting the blame on you rather than the men, but also feel a little bit ashamed that you let Derrick down. It was just a touch after all. "I shouldn't have let them get to me." You say, and Derrick smiles. "Good job with the rest of the night though." You clean up the bar and then head out, taking the food, alcohol, and coin that Derrick gave you. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<elseif visited() >= 2>> "Hey, it's that stuck up wench from before. Still looking hot as ever, but maybe someone should give her a sexier outfit." Your spirits drop when you realize that the men are the same caravan guards as before. You decide you are going to pay them this time and focus on moving sexily, bending over as you gather up the last of the coins and revealing a hint of cleavage. "Look at her blush, I bet no one's ever had her properly." The guard named John says. You hurry away to bring the coins to Derrick, turning even more red from John's comments. Derrick takes the coins from you quickly and then sends you to bring mugs of ale to the rest of the caravan which is just now arriving. The night continues smoothly, and you even flirt a little with the burly guards as you bring them more drinks. Your teasing clearly inflames their desire, and although you manage to stay outside of their reach for the most part, one of them slaps you hard on the ass, causing you to gasp. You are about to scold him but think better of it, hurrying to the back. Your buttcheek stings where he slapped you, but the stinging sensation slowly becomes something else... You splash a little cold water on your face and get back to work. As you work, the feeling of the men's eyes on you slowly works you up, making you blush and sweat a little. Knowing that they want you makes you hot and you even feel yourself get a little wet. When last call comes and you move to clean up their table, you feel a little nervous excitement in your stomach. The three guards have had a lot to drink, and you know they likely won't respect your boundaries. Your suspicions are confirmed when you bend over to grab a flagon, leaving your skirt undefended and within reach of John. The man slides a rough hand up your thigh. A shiver runs through you and you pray he doesn't notice. A short chuckle from the guard lets you know he did. You feel his fingers against your panties, sliding around in the slickness your arousal has created. "Looks like the bitch is in heat," John says to his compatriots. "She's soaked." The other two laugh heartily but watch you hungrily. You know you should leave, but the sensation of John's hand on your pussy is too much. Your chance comes and goes when John pulls his hand away and takes a coin from a pouch at his belt. You notice his bulge next to the pouch and shudder again, wasting the valuable seconds you had to get away. Immediately his hands are on your panties again, pulling them roughly to the side. "I think this slut deserves a tip." John says. "Oh I'd give her a tip," another guard says, causing them all to laugh raucously. You hardly notice because something cold and metallic has pressed up against your slit. You fight the urge to moan and try to clench your muscles. Your body betrays you a second later, however, as John presses the coin into your pussy. You are so aroused that it slips right in along with his fingers. He pushes it deeper and your moan breaks free from your lips. Finally, John pulls his hand away, slipping your panties back over your dripping vagina and giving you a slap on the ass. "Don't take that out 'till you get home." He whispers in your ear. He wipes his slick fingers on your shirt, inadvertently stimulating your nipples. Completely distracted, you walk the flagons to the back. Every step makes you aware of the coin nestled in your cunt. Behind you, the laughter of the guards fills you with shameful arousal. As you wash the dishes you remember the experience and shudder, sending a wave of juices oozing from your pussy and down your leg. Both of your thighs are drenched with your juices and you can smell your arousal. After the men of the caravan head to bed, Derrick stops you. "Great job tonight, but really you don't have to do that much. Looks like you enjoyed it though," Derrick says, looking down at a rivulet of arousal that has run down your leg. You turn bright red with embarrassment, and meekly thank Derrick, eager to get home. You clean up the bar, change into your own clothes, and then head out, taking the food and alcohol that Derrick left you. <<linkreplace "Go Home" t8n>> When you get home, you throw yourself on the bed, pulling off your skirt and panties and thrusting your fingers into yourself. Although the intention was to get the coin out, you end up rubbing all the right places, and before long you rapidly masturbate your clit. You moan loudly, like you wish you could have back at the tavern. Your other hand delves into your pussy, trying to get a good grip on the coin. When you finally pull it out, the feeling of it slipping free in concert with your clitoral stimulation sends you over the edge. You buck your hips and drip from your steamy pussy. You are ashamed, but it feels good to be a little slutty. <<script>>$.notify("+1 Coin! (It's a little wet)");<</script>>\ [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <</linkreplace>> <</if>> <<set $coin += 1>> <<set $alcohol += 1>> <<script>>$.notify("+1 Alcohol!");<</script>>

You get your bag and head to town, wanting to visit the tavern to see if Derrick has any gifts or jobs for you. The walk to the tavern is uneventful, and when you arrive you are glad to get out of the heat of the sun and into the slightly cooler stone walls of the tavern. Derrick is cleaning the bar when you enter, and greets you with a smile. Derrick is a $derrick.height, $derrick.weight man, with thick arms from years of moving goods. The man's strength reflects his job as both tavernkeep and bouncer, although the patrons were rarely unruly enough to require bouncing. "Anything new for me?" You ask him. "Not much. I have a basket of food for you that I put together from donations. People are grateful for the work you do." "It feels like I don't do much of it these days." "Only natural to have times of good health. I wouldn't complain too much about it 'cause you never know when you're gonna get too much work." Derrick's accent might be a little unrefined, but you recognize the truth in his words. "Yeah, that's true. I guess I just don't know what to do with myself." "Well I can always use help around the tavern. You're always welcome here, even if you're just coming to get out of the sun. It's always nice having a pretty girl like you around." The compliment from almost anyone else would have caused you to cringe, but you know Derrick means no harm, and besides, he still looks pretty good as well despite his age. "Thanks Derrick," you say, taking the basket. "I'll be sure to come around soon." You say your goodbyes and return home, happy to have the extra food. [[Return|Witch's Hut]] <<set $tavern to 1>>

<<set _random to random(100)>> <<if _random < 70>> <<set _event to $taverncommon.random()>> <<else>> <<set _event to $tavernrare.random()>> <</if>> <<goto _event>> <<set $townvisited to 1>>

You are in your mentor's small hut on the outskirts of town, although its really your hut now. It is a humble place with a single room. The floor is old wood, but you keep it pristine. To one wall there is a hearth with a large cauldron. Opposite the hearth is your bed, soft and inviting. All around the room dried ingredients hang from shelves packed with other odds and ends for potion making. By a lone window is a large table with glassware scattered across it. The familiar smell of charred potions mixed with the earthy smell of herbs and roots fills the room constantly. Next to the glassware is an old book, your mentor's journal, filled with information on various potions and ingredients. <<if $day > 0>>\ @@font-weight:bold;font-size:1.2em;Potion:@@ <<if $ingredients[0]>>\ [[Throw away potion|TrashPotion]] [[Use a Potion|UsePotion]] <<else>>\ [[Make a potion.|PotionMaking]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if !$flags.includes("SpecialEvent")>>\ <<if !hasVisited("ExperimentWithEctoplasm") && $ectoplasm > 0>>\ [[Experiment with the ectoplasm you have.|ExperimentWithEctoplasm]] <</if>>\ <<if !hasVisited("ExperimentWithLepidenumOil") && $quests.includes("ObtainingOil4")>>\ <<if $lekkaroot < 1 && $hornetvenom < 1>>\ <span class="inactive">[[Experiment with lepidenum oil.|ExperimentWithLepidenumOil]]</span> (You should have lekkaroot and hornet venom available for your experiments.) <<else>>\ [[Experiment with lepidenum oil.|ExperimentWithLepidenumOil]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $townvisited == 0>>\ @@font-weight:bold;font-size:1.2em;Town:@@ [[Explore town.|TownEvent]] <<if $flags.includes("MarketDay")>>\ [[Go to the town square for market day|MarketDay]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $townvisited == 0 && $day > 0>>\ <<if hasVisited("Maggie1")>>\ [[Go somewhere specific.|Map]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ @@font-weight:bold;font-size:1.2em;Forest:@@ <<if $townvisited == 0 && $day > 0>>\ [[Search for ingredients in the deep forest.|ForestEvent]] <</if>>\ <<if $day > 0 || $townvisited == 1>>\ [[Wait until night and explore the forest|ForestNightEvent]] [[Go to sleep|SleepEvent]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $flags.includes("WeddingDay")>>\ [[Go to the church for Maggie's wedding.|PreCeremony]] <</if>>\ <<first>> <<run $flags.push("Started")>> <</first>>

------ You are a twenty two year old witch. You have pretty eyes and a cute feminine face. Your lips are $player.lips. Your $player.haircolor <<print $hairlengths[$player.hairlength]>> hair compliments your features nicely. You have $player.tempboobadj <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> breasts, accenting your figure. You are $player.height and you have a $player.butt butt. Perks: <<if $perks.includes("Exhibitionist")>>\ @@color:pink;Exhibitionist@@ Your sexual experiences in public have awakened another side of you, making you more curious and willing in situations where you're likely to get caught. <</if>>\ <<if $perks.includes("Beast-Curious")>>\ @@color:pink;Beast-Curious@@ You've had an unsettling but arousing experience with something that.. wasn't quite human. You won't forget this curiosity in the future. <</if>>\ <<button "Close">><<dialogclose>><</button>> --------

You feel your breasts begin to tingle as the hornet venom sets in and have a devious thought. You quickly put your bra and a tight fitting shirt on, racing against the inevitable effects of the potion. You shiver as you feel the oil pressed against you by the fabric of your bra, but ignore the first hints of sensitivity. Time to see how far into the woods you can make it. You manage to leave your hut before the first real signs of the hornet venom set in. It begins as jolts of pleasure which run through your with each step as your breasts bounce. The slickness of the oil allows just enough friction for your nipples to rub against their confines, torturing you with their delightful sensitivity. Still you fight the feeling, walking out into the woods calmly. Your arousal is betrayed only by the blush on your cheeks. Despite the calm start, the rising pleasure continues to grow, making it difficult to walk straight as your breasts become swollen. The feeling in your chest sends waves of bliss down to your pussy, and before long you feel moisture bead between your legs. It's beginning to become too much to ignore, however, and you begin to worry about being caught helpless in the woods. Already each time you have to step off a rock or fallen log the impact makes you moan lustily. You know soon you will have to stop and ride out the rest of the pleasure on the forest floor. The moment comes sooner than you expected. You hop off of a log, causing your tits to bounce in a way that catches you entirely off guard. You fall to your knees, panting as your body is wracked with waves of pleasure. Your pussy pulses and leaks juices down your thigh as a small orgasm rocks you. You arch your back and feel an intense tightness in your chest, almost as if your tits are fighting to break free of your bra. Unfortunately for you the increased tightness means you can feel every beat of your heart in your expanding titflesh, Another orgasm builds and you realize that if you don't get yourself out of these clothes the sensation will only get more intense. You almost get your shirt off when the feeling of the fabric against your hypersensitive breasts sends you wailing into another orgasm. This one is far more powerful than the last, causing you to collapse onto your back. Your muscles tighten and you moan sluttily as you cum. Still untouched, your pussy pulses, sending a wave of femcum onto the leafy forest floor. Your chest heaves as you fight for breath, but the tightness on your breasts keeps you breathless and panting. Your nipples are hard and incredibly sensitive, causing them to cloud your mind with pleasure as they are pressed tighter and tighter against your bra. Already your breasts have ballooned to whorish proportions. Your poor bra struggles valiantly to gird them, but your writhing as you reach another orgasm makes the task impossible. The thin strip of fabric between the cups gives first with a loud pop. Your breasts jiggle as they burst free of your bra, but are met with the second line of defense. Your shirt stretches, providing just the right friction against your skin to keep you moaning and writhing like a slut as your chest continues to expand. Aside from the pleasure, all you can feel is the tightness in your chest. When your shirt begins to tear, you whine with anticipation. You don't have the focus to worry about the state of your once cute breasts oblivious to the whorish appearance the massive mounds give your body. All you care about is the mind numbing pleasure you are feeling. A loud ripping noise announces the failure of your shirt and is followed shortly by an incoherent scream of pleasure. Your tits are finally free. The sudden lack of pressure on your chest would feel strange if you weren't in the midst of your most powerful orgasm yet. It wracks your body, forcing you to writhe and moan in the leaves. Bits of twigs and debris get caught in your tangled hair as your jerks up in the air. It feels like all of the building tension is exploding in your chest, sending shocks of blinding delight through your stomach and down to your spasming pussy. Your mouth, forced open in ecstasy, leaks drool as you moan like a good whore, filling the woods with your resounding cries. When you awake you feel the cold air on your bare breasts. You are surprised to see they have returned to their original shape, only slightly larger than before. If not for the ruins of your shirt and bra you would have thought you imagined the ordeal. You collect the fabric from the forest floor and head back to your cottage. You are conscious of the fact that you are topless, but the residual effects of the potion make you wish someone would see you like this. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<set $energy -= 1>>\ <<set $player.bust += 1>>\

<<set $player.bust += 1>>\ As you wait for the potion to work, the tingling is slowly replaced by a tight feeling. It's almost as if your breasts are swelling. You groan as the tightness in your chest increases until it is almost painful. Your nipples slowly harden, and they feel more sensitive than ever, standing out on your chest. You can't help but massage your tits, easing the tight feeling out of them with gentle squeezes. There's something immensely satisfying about the feeling. Still groping yourself, you lay down on your bed. Your boobs still feel slick to the touch from the oil, but the soreness has almost gone, instead replaced by a tenderness similar to the ache after a hard workout. Your breasts also do seem a little bigger. Your hands feel more full than before, and when you try to put your bra back on, it feels much tighter. Because your bra is now too small, it presses your chest up. As a result your cleavage looks better than ever, but the bite of the fabric on your back reminds you you'll have to upgrade soon. You take a moment to admire your larger <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> tits. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<set $energy-= 1>>\

The tingling doesn't stop, instead getting more intense as the hornet venom soaks into your skin. Before long the powerful venom has your breasts feeling incredibly sensitive. Your nipples look swollen and erect, begging to be touched. Just the faint sensation of your breasts moving as you breath sends shocks of pleasure through your body. You know you won't be able to do anything but masturbate until the effect wears off, and so you throw yourself on your bed, moaning as your <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> tits jiggle. You ignore the ache in your pussy at first, focussing on your much more demanding breasts. The barest touch against your flesh is almost too much for you but you press on, sliding your hands across your slick tits. You squirm and moan as you do, overwhelmed by the electric lust the caresses prompt. Every touch drives you closer and closer to a climax which you know will only be the first of many. Once the hornet venom is activated it will keep you sensitive for hours. Sure enough, your first orgasm crashes over you before you even touch your pussy at all. The passion builds slowly, localized first in your chest, but eventually spreading over your entire body. It doesn't take long before you are crying out with delight as every part of your body tingles in amplified pleasure. <<if $player.bust > 4>> As you come you pull your breast to your mouth, sucking the remaining oil from an engorged nipple. The touch of tongue to skin only makes you cum harder, soaking your panties with juices. <</if>> Although your breasts are more than sensitive enough to deliver you another orgasm, you feel desperate to be filled. You strip out of your skirt and pull your drenched panties to the side, unable to wait before plunging your fingers into your pulsing cunt. Your free hand pinches your nipples, forcing your body to spasm with pleasure. You feel like an absolute slut as you give in to the pleasure and you love it. You moan without any regard for modesty, even hoping that someone might have wandered close enough to your hut to hear you in your throes of pleasure. Your next orgasm sends you into a frenzy which ends with your eyes rolling back out of pure ecstasy as you drool from both sets of lips. Your breasts refuse to let you calm, still pulsing with every beat of your heart and sending waves of bliss through your lust addled mind. Before you're done you lose count of your orgasms. You wake up hours later, feeling sore but satisfied. Your tits seem to have returned to normal, and thankfully you are able to put your clothes back on without too much trouble. Your thighs are still drenched with femcum, a messy reminder of your lengthy masturbation session. You pull your panties over your contented pussy and put your skirt back on, feeling a hint of arousal knowing it can barely hide the mess between your legs. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<set $energy -= 1>>

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You wake up curled up in your bed, completely naked. You stand up and notice that you are human again. Sighing with relief, you put on a clean set of clothes and prepare to continue your day. [[Good Morning!|Witch's Hut]] <<set $day += 1>>\ <<set $townvisited to 0>>\ <<set $player.tempboobadj to $player.boobadj>> <<run $catcommon.delete("CatInHeat")>>

The tingling runs throughout your entire body, and you squirm uncomfortably. Rubbing your hands over your skin for any relief you can get. You try to walk towards your bed, but a shock goes through your back, causing you to collapse. You catch yourself with your hands and breathe heavily for a moment, trying not to focus on the strange feelings going through your body. As you watch your hands, you are shocked to see them shrinking slightly. Maybe you aren't seeing things correctly. You try to sit up and rub your eyes, but you scratch your forehead instead. Your fingernails have grown thicker and longer, almost resembling... claws? //That can't be right...// The herb you drank is having some really strange effects. Maybe it's hallucinogenic. Another wave of tingles rips through your body, and turns into an intense pressure, you curl up as dark black hair sprouts on your arms and legs. "What is happening to me?" You shout hoarsely. You look around at the room quickly, trying to think of anything that might help you in this moment. Everything around you seems bigger for some reason. It takes you a moment to understand that the room hasn't grown. Instead, you have shrunk in size. Your clothes hang loosely from you and keep getting looser. Not wanting to damage them, you strip naked, shocking yourself when you see your now flat chest is also covered in black hair. Fur is probably a better word for it. A moment later pain explodes above your butt, and you collapse once again, writhing and groaning. The aching sensation gets worse and worse until you feel something give, and an intense feeling of relief replaces your discomfort. You roll over onto your side, and spread your now short feline looking legs, and raise your small black tail up for inspection. I'm turning into a cat, you realize. You have always loved cats, but it is strange knowing that you are becoming one. You can't help but notice your pussy has become more like a cat's as well, just like the rest of you which grows more feline by the second. You run your rough tongue over your teeth, taking in their new sharpness. //Wow// you think, but when you open your mouth to say it a soft meow is all that comes out. When the most drastic part of the transformation is complete, you look around at the world. You can see even the dark corners of the room incredibly clearly, and you can smell every ingredient you keep with an intensity you never could have imagined. You stand up on all fours, stretch, and wander over to a mirror, curling your tail around as you walk. You are shocked when you move in front of the mirror and see that there is no sign of your former humanity in your reflection. Anyone looking at you would think that you are just a normal black cat. Well, maybe a pretty one. You let out a soft purr of contentment. Time to see what you can get up to with your newfound form. <<link "Continue">><<set _random to random(100)>> <<if _random < 60>>\ <<set _event to $catcommon.random()>> <<elseif _random < 90>>\ <<set _event to $catuncommon.random()>> <<else>>\ <<set _event to $catrare.random()>> <</if>>\ <<potion clear>>\ <<goto _event>>\ <</link>>

You pad over to your potion making table and leap gracefully up onto the top. The window is open and outside you can smell a whole world of interesting scents. You crouch in the windowsill, preparing to leap into the yard. As you leap down, you catch an interesting smell, it's a scent like none you've ever smelt before and it makes you realize that you are hungry. You sniff the air curiously and slowly follow the smell towards the edge of your house. You can tell it's close. The scent grows stronger and stronger until you see it, frozen in the grass. A small field mouse stares at you, its eyes wide with fear. The two of you wait for each other to make the first move. The human part of you feels disgusted. Are you really about to try to eat a mouse? Despite your misgivings, your animal instinct takes over a moment later as the mouse makes a break for it, scurrying along your cottage. You spring into action, deftly outpacing the small animal and catching its tail under your paw. You can practically smell its fear, but you are so caught up in the rush of the hunt that you don't care. When you feel your hunger urging you to go for the kill you come to the horrified realization of what you are about to do. You don't want to hurt the poor creature, and so you muster as much of your humanity as you can. You just barely manage to overcome your instincts and you lift your paw, letting the terrified mouse scamper away. You still feel a gnawing hunger but move off in search of something less alive to eat, like milk. You manage to find some scraps in town, and later that night you return home, curling up to sleep on your bed. You make a mental note to put out some milk or fish before you drink an anima flower potion again. [[Continue|CatSleep]]

You hop up onto your table and out the window, escaping into the forest. The feeling of earth under your paws is invigorating, and you run for a while. When you arrive in town, you decide to wander over to the Kendall house and see what they are up to. You daintily pad up to the front door and meow loudly. Nothing happens. You keep meowing for a while before giving up and going to do something else. You find that the sun on your black fur feels very nice, so you leap up the wall and clamber onto the roof of the workshop. The workshop roof is just high enough that you can see straight into a window on the second floor of the main part of the house. You curl up on a warm roof tile and take a nap. When you wake up, the sun has lowered in the sky. It must be around eight or nine. You can hear the sounds of Jess and Harlan still working beneath you. You get up and stretch your legs, scratching your claws on the clay tile. Life as a cat isn't so bad. You are about to leap down when movement in the window catches your eye. You see Leah walk into view in a bra and panties. She uncorks a potion bottle and takes a swig. That's your potion, you realize. The one with lekkaroot in it. Purring softly, you settle back down. You are about to get a show. Almost immediately Leah blushes, a clear sign that the lekkaroot is kicking in. You realize as she strips completely naked that she was expecting this. With your enhanced low light vision you check the potion bottle. If Leah has been following your instructions, this must be the fifth or sixth dose. You watch her flop down on her bed and relax, breathing heavily and savoring the artificial arousal coursing through her body. Her pussy starts to get wet, but she doesn't touch it quite yet. Instead, Leah moves her delicate fingers around the outside of her slit, taunting herself and causing her slimy pink lips to unfold slightly. You feel arousal pooling in your own stomach and wish you were in a form that would make it easier to satisfy yourself. As she grows more and more aroused, Leah's nipples harden into long nubs, poking out from atop her <<print $busts[$leah.bust]>> breasts. Her chest rises and falls with each breath as the petite girl fights to keep her composure. Your cat vision lets you see as her clit pokes free of its hood, throbbing quickly with the rapid pace of her heart. Finally, Leah can't take it anymore, thrusting her lithe fingers into her dripping pussy. Her light pink folds are pushed aside by her delving fingers, pushing knuckle deep into her vagina. Her clit grows a little more, poking out above the slickened lips below. Her other hand tends to it at once, slowly pinching it and moving up and down as if she were jerking a tiny cock. The sensation proves too much for her, and her body tenses up before writhing. Her lips form a silent O shape and her eyes roll back as she fucks herself with her fingers. Her orgasm drains her energy and she collapses limp on her bed. Unwilling to even re-dress herself, Leah lays back on her pillow and pulls her blanket over her naked, satisfied body. Moments later she is asleep. You stretch again and leap down off the roof. You hurry home and curl up on your own bed, drifting off to sleep with thoughts of Leah masturbating in your head. [[Continue|CatSleep]] <<run $quests.push("Leah3")>>\

You leap up onto the windowsill and slink out the window. In moments you are out in the yard feeling the soft soil under your paws. All around you are the smells of the forest, and you pad curiously forward when the sunlight hits your shadowy fur, you feel a wave of drowsiness come over you. Time for a quick nap. You leap into a tree and purr as you settle onto a branch, pleasantly surprised by your superior balance. When you wake up it is twilight. The sun has already sunken below the horizon, but unlike in your human form, you can still see surprisingly well. Your catlike vision allows you to race through the forest, exploring everything around you. The new sights and smells keep you occupied for hours until you return home and curl up on your bed, tired out from all of the exercise. [[Continue|CatSleep]]

Clit growth scene coming in a future update! [[Witch's Hut]]

Clit expansion scene coming in a future update! [[Witch's Hut]]

You lay down on your mattress and allow yourself to drift into a peaceful sleep. The night is uneventful, and you wake up in the morning feeling well rested. [[Get up.|Witch's Hut]]

You pull a small glass bottle out of your bag. Inside floats a thick pearlescent liquid which you collected from the unsettling events at the hospital. You uncork it and pour a little onto your hand, rolling it in your fingers. It is cold to the touch despite being in the warm bottle. You have a sudden urge to taste it, expecting a minty flavor. It can't hurt that much, you reason. You take a small taste at first. It tastes nothing like mint but it does leave behind a chill on your tongue. If you had to describe it you might say the taste was like rainwater, tasteless but somehow incredibly fresh. After waiting a few minutes you hold the bottle to your lips and swallow a gulp of the liquid. You try not to think of the fact that you're basically sipping ghost cum, instead focussing on how your body reacts. As you suspected, the liquid is not entirely mundane. The chill that spreads through your body numbs you. If nothing else it has potential as a painkiller. After finishing the rest of the potion, you stand up. Oddly the process takes almost no energy. Maybe it's because of the numbness of your skin, but you swear you feel lighter. You walk towards the door moving with an ease and grace you've never felt before. You reach up to turn the handle and miss. //That's strange.// You reach for it again and watch in disbelief as your hand slides through the handle. //Maybe the liquid was a hallucinogenic...// you think, refusing to believe the strange things happening to you. You reach around and move forward, searching for the handle once again. This time you move forward and slide through the door entirely, suddenly finding yourself out in the sunlight. You look down and see that, although you made it through the door easily, your clothes weren't so lucky. You blush a little even though there's no one there to see you naked outside. "I'm like a ghost." you say to yourself, not quite believing the strange things happening to you. You move back to the door, gliding over the ground by force of will. It seems almost natural to float around despite the fact that you've only just started doing it today. This time when you float through the door you stop halfway through. With half your body on either side of the door you begin to feel a strange sensation. You can't help but giggle at the strange tickling in your midsection. It feels like the door is trying to push you out of your impossible position. Indeed, it takes a conscious effort not to be displaced by the wooden door. The implications of this discovery are incredible, and you begin to wonder how you might extract more of the ghostly cum from whatever spectre is haunting the hospital. You spend a while gliding around and floating through various things. As the time goes on, however, you begin to find it more and more difficult to move through objects. What was once a tingle turns to a tickle and then to an ache. After a couple hours you try to hold your hand inside of the tabletop. In addition to the immense effort it takes to keep it in place you also feel a pain that rapidly grows more intense. It only takes a few seconds for you to pull your hand away with a gasp. The effects of the ectoplasm seem to have worn off, but if you can obtain more you're sure you can find uses for it. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<set $energy-= 1>>

You take the cask of lepidenum oil you bought from Marius out of your bag and set it on your potion making table. It's time to see what the oil is capable of. You scoop out a small portion of the oil into a glass bottle and swirl it around, admiring the shimmer of the thick oil. It smells rich enough that you bring a small portion to your mouth, tasting it. The oil is slick but almost flavorless. It seems to soak into your skin immediately, making it feel warm and soft. The first big test you have in mind involves lighting a candle. You fish around in the fireplace for some embers and push the wick to them until you have a flickering flame. You watch the candle with trepidation, preparing yourself mentally for what you have to do. As you extend your hand towards the fire you grit your teeth. Your skin gets hot fast and then you feel pain. You gasp and pull your hand away, looking at the small red mark where the flame licked the skin of your palm. The pain throbs in your entire hand from the small burn. If the oil doesn't work you're going to regret subjecting yourself to this torture. Fortunately, the oil soothes your skin as you spread it over the wound. In less than a minute the pain is entirely gone and the red mark has faded significantly. You can still feel a slight tingle in your hand, but overall the healing power of the oil is remarkable. You wonder how serious of a wound the oil would fix but are reluctant to inflict any further injury on yourself. Besides, you have an idea for another experiment. You empty half of the oil you set aside into a small bowl and heat it over a candle flame. When the oil begins to bubble you grind a small bit of dried lekkaroot into it. Once you're sure it has fully dissolved, you remove the oil from the flame and let it cool. The oil cools to the point where it is only warm to the touch and you pour it onto your hand and massage it into the skin of your neck. As it soaks into your skin you feel the tension ease from your muscles, but even after a few minutes you feel no other effects. You start to worry that your purchase was a waste but decide to try one more thing. The lekkaroot may not have had any effect, but hornet venom might be more effective. You pour the remaining oil from the glass bottle into the bowl and heat it once again. This time you add a couple drops of hornet venom. The concoction sizzles and steam begins to rise, but when you pull it from the heat it returns to its original appearance. You feel doubtful that the oil will have any use at all outside it's healing. //It could be used as a lubricant.// The thought of using the sacred oil to masturbate does get you a little excited. Feeling a little blasphemous, you slide down your panties and hike your skirt up to expose your vagina to the air. The potion has cooled significantly by now and you sit back in your chair, holding the small bowl above your waiting pussy. You tip the bowl slowly. The first touch of the warm oil against the tender skin above your slit makes you shiver. You use your free hand to massage the oil into your soft lips. You spread your legs, sliding the oil over your clit and pressing it into your entrance. Almost immediately your skin begins to tingle, forcing you to moan as your pussy seems to swell with pressure. The oil has soaked into your skin, carrying with it the drops of hornet venom. After the disappointment of the lekkaroot you didn't expect the hornet venom to have too much of an effect, and it is far stronger than you could have ever anticipated. Much like when injected directly by a hornet sting, the hornet venom makes your pussy look swollen and sensitive. Rather than pain, however, every touch only delivers overwhelming pleasure. Even just the sensation of your muscles clenching fills you with arousal and you collapse to the floor. Bucking your hips as you succumb to a small orgasm. That is only the beginning. The hornet venom continues to heighten your sensitivity to the point where even just a slight touch sends your muscles spasming. You moan lewdly as your pussy tingles with mind blowing pleasure. With the last of your focus you stand up, spreading your legs to avoid any contact with your pussy. You don't know what to do, but you figure water will help. All you have to do is get to your well. Your first step destroys any hope of even making it to the door. Just the sensation of your thighs moving practically sends you into another orgasm. Heat wells in your stomach and you slowly lose the motivation to remedy your situation. All you want is more pleasure. Collapsing to the floor once again, you move a hand to your clit and fondle the swollen nub with your fingers. Your pleasure bud is slick with the combination of the remaining oil and your own juices which ooze from your aroused cunt. From your first touch you are sent into another orgasm, bucking your hips against your hand. You are helpless to control the searing pleasure and another orgasm cascades on the heels of the last. If one of the townsfolk had come to your hut, they would have seen you writhing on the floor like a slut, desperately fingering your swollen slit. You wouldn't have cared, too lost in your pleasure to have any sense of propriety. Your mind is empty of all things but pure lust and the constant torturous sensation in your cunt. Even when fatigue sets in, the hornet venom refuses to relinquish it's claim on you, keeping you moaning and dribbling femcum like the sex addled slut you are. You awake hours later, still sensitive but also a little sore. At least now you can stand up and walk. You feel the sticky remnants of your mind blowing pleasure between your legs as you fetch a bucket of water from the well. Sponging yourself clean is a delicate process, as you have to avoid touching your pussy too much. Finally you get yourself clean and collapse on your bed, completely exhausted. The lepidenum oil is going to be far more useful than you imagined, and all sorts of devious possibilities fill your mind as you drift to sleep. [[Continue|SleepEvent]] <<set $lepidenumoil -= 1>> <<set $hornetvenom -= 1>> <<set $lekkaroot -= 1>> <<run $flags.push("OilBase")>> <<run $flags.push("Marius")>> <<run $quests.delete("ObtainingOil1")>> <<run $quests.delete("ObtainingOil2")>> <<run $quests.delete("ObtainingOil3")>> <<run $quests.delete("ObtainingOil4")>> <<script>>$.notify("Quest Complete: Obtaining Oil");<</script>>

You decide you want to put the potion on your breasts. You slowly pull off your top and unhook your bra, sighing as you free your breasts. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever is about to happen, and upturn the bottle over your <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> tits. The oil dribbles over your chest, immediately soaking in and spreading a warm tingling feeling through your body. <<if $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom") && $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>\ [[The tingling in your breasts grows more intense...|BreastExpansion]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>\ [[The tingling in your breasts grows more intense...|BreastGrowth]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ [[The tingling in your breasts grows more intense...|BreastMasturbate]] <<else>>\ The tingling in your breasts slowly fades. When you next touch your breasts they feel pretty much the same as before, only a little softer. [[Witch's Hut]] <</if>>\ <<potion clear>>

<<if $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom") && $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>\ <<elseif $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>\ <<elseif $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ <<else>>\ <</if>>\

The oil soaking into your pussy makes it easy to run your fingers over yourself, and you moan along with the wet sounds your slick cunt makes as you fingers slide inside your oiled passage. With the help of the oil you easily fit three fingers inside, moving them around inside you with increasing desperation. As you pump them in and out you wonder if you could fit more. The thought of stretching yourself out sends shivers of pleasure up your spine. You doubt you could resist trying. The fourth finger doesn't have much trouble finding its way inside your cunt. Once inside you try to spread your fingers, feeling your pussy stretch open. Your juices dribble out into your hand as you shudder with pleasure. Any pain you might feel evaporates instantly, soothed by the oil. When your pussy clenches around your slender fingers, it pulls your hand deeper inside. The sensation of your fingers sliding inside of you has your inner walls pulsing with bliss. You are surprised by how easily the oil eliminated any resistance your pussy might have put up to the intrusion. You feel relaxed and could easily take more inside you. You begin to move your hand in and out of yourself with vigor, letting yourself cry out in desperate pleasure. Slowly your arousal builds until your body is rocking and writhing against your hand of its own accord. Your other hand finds your breasts, snaking under your shirt to pinch and tease your nipples delightfully. You forget any modesty, crying out as you bring yourself to a powerful orgasm. Your whole body stiffens at once, tightening around your hand. Your slick fingers move individually within you, tickling your insides and making wet noises as you buck your hips against them. You let out a final impassioned cry as your body burns with ecstasy and then you collapse back onto the bed, softly clenching around your hand. When you catch your breath you pull your drenched hand from your cunt and wipe it on your sheets. The whole room is already filled with the soft smell of feminine bliss, so you don't mind adding a little more. You pull your clothes back on and stand up, ready to continue the day. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<set $energy -= 1>>

<<if $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom") && $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>\ <<elseif $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>\ <<elseif $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ <<else>>\ <</if>>\

You decide to try using lepidenum oil on your pussy. You get out the lepidenum oil potion you made and lay back on the bed, feeling your pulse quicken as you slide out of your skirt and panties. The feeling of the air on your bare pussy is refreshing and you giggle, feeling a little naughty. When you uncork the oil you take a long whiff of the potion inside. It smells mostly like lepidenum oil<<if $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>> but has a hint of sweetness that reminds you of the hornet venom inside<</if>>. You don't hesitate to dump the oil over your slit, shivering as it drips into your folds, joining your own natural lubrication. The oil begins to soak in immediately, but you help it anyway, using your fingers to slather the shimmering liquid over your clit, making sure your pink pearl gets a good dose of the potion. <<if $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom") && $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>\ [[You feel a tingling in your clit.|ClitGrowthMasturbate]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("marestvine")>>\ [[You feel a tingling in your clit.|ClitGrowth]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ [[Your pussy begins to feel hot.|OilVenomMasturbate]] <<else>>\ [[Spreading the oil over your clit has you worked up.|OilMasturbate]] <</if>>\ <<potion clear>>

The tingling in your pussy quickly grows more intense as the hornet venom soaks into your most sensitive places. Strange heat burns between your thighs but it isn't painful. Instead it ignites a need inside of you. Your wet, swollen pussy aches to be touched and filled. As you think about what you're about to do, your pulse races, pounding in your ears as it carries the hornet venom throughout your supple body. The building tension forces a soft whine from your lips. When you slide your fingers over your pussy you collect the sticky juices that leak from within, mixing them with the oily coating on your lips. The touches against your hyper-sensitive pussy make you moan lewdly, threatening to overwhelm your senses. You collapse back onto the bed and furiously work your clit with slick fingers. Although the sensation drives you wild with pleasure, your pussy still aches for more. You need to be filled with something--anything! You scan the room desperately, moaning as your fingers assault your swollen clit. There has to be something you can press inside yourself. You gaze alights upon your wooden bedpost, with a round, fist sized knob carved at the top, and a slowly widening shaft beneath. In your lusty state you don't even hesitate, leaping from the bed and pulling a chair to the other side of the bed. In moments you are standing over the vaguely phallic piece of furniture, still fingering your needy slit. Your swollen pussy drips feminine nectar onto the bedpost as you prepare to lower yourself, quickly making the dark wood shine. The entire room is filled with the soft smell of your arousal as you slowly lower your hips. When the wood first touches your lips you feel a slight doubt. //Will this really fit inside me?// You can't resist finding out, and let your weight press the knob against your opening. There is resistance at first, but you gently rock your hips, moaning as you spread your slink arousal all over your impromptu dildo. The lacquered wood quickly becomes slick, easing the process as you push against it desperately. You fight to relax despite the anticipation, and eventually your pussy stretches, easing around the wooden knob. You whine as your pussy opens further and further, barely able to accommodate the knob at its widest. Fortunately the lepidenum oil soothes any discomfort you feel as the hornet venom converts it into pleasure. Your fingers gently slide over your abused slit making you moan softly. You are so close. When your pussy pushes past the widest part, your lips slide forward immediately. The entire knob sinks inside of you with a wet pop and you cry out in intense pleasure. Juices leak down the wooden post as your pussy spasms. It feels so nice being filled that you think you're going to cum. "Oh fuck!" you scream, startled by how quickly your orgasm arrives. Your hand unconsciously shoots to your clit as you are rocked by earth-shattering pleasure. Your eyes roll back with bliss as you sink into a hornet venom driven climax. The sensation overwhelms you and you feel yourself sink lower onto the bedpost. The massive knob, slides deeper and deeper into your cunt, bulging your insides with its girth. The experience might have been painful if not for the potion you spread inside yourself which ensures you only feel ecstasy. It's not over yet, however. When your senses return you try to stand back up, groaning as the knob moves towards your entrance. It pushes through your inner folds, working you easily towards another orgasm. You don't even get halfway up before you collapse again, moaning like a whore as your body tightens around your bedpost. The second orgasm is just as powerful as the first, sending you into a few minutes of unconscious bliss before you can try again to pull yourself back up. This time you try to move slowly, trying not to think of the fist sized orb sliding around inside you. If you can avoid thinking about how it feels pressing against your swollen insides, how it bulges the skin right above your clit, how it stretches you to your limits… "Mmmmmh… fuck!" you cry out as you feel your body clench around the wooden dildo once again. The hornet venom makes it impossible to pull yourself up without experiencing additional messy orgasms all over the bedpost. Each time you feel the mass sliding back inside you you whine with delight. Every orgasm is better than the last, and there are many more before your pussy finally pops free of the makeshift dildo. When you are finally free you collapse face first onto your mattress, moaning as you drive your fingers into your gaping cunt. You extract one last orgasm from your sticky, exhausted body before passing out into a satisfied slumber. When you wake up you notice the room still smells like your lusty secretions. You get up and put your clothes back on, examining the results of your masturbation session. The bedpost is still damp from your juices, and a puddle of femcum is on the floor below. You wipe it up, trying to ignore the arousing effect the smell of your pussy has on you. Despite the stretching your cunt endured, the lepidenum oil seems to have helped it return to its usual tightness very quickly. You don't even feel so much as an ache from the depraved self indulgence. [[Continue|Witch's Hut]] <<set $energy -= 2>>

<<set $day += 1>>\>> <<set $townvisited to 0>>\ Boob Reset <<set $player.tempboobadj to $player.boobadj>> Addiction <<if $maggie.addictiontype != "">> <<set $maggie.addictionlevel += 1>> <</if>> <<if $player.addictiontype != "">> <<set $player.addictionlevel += 1>> <</if>> Event handling <<set _event to $sleepevents.random()>> Council Quest timer <<if $counciltimer > 0>> <<set $counciltimer -= 1>> <<elseif $counciltimer == 0>> <<set _event to "FrancisVisit">> <</if>> Reset Energy <<set $energy to 3>> Caravan Logic <<set _random to random(4)>> <<if $flags.includes("Caravan")>> <<run $flags.delete("Caravan")>> <</if>> <<if _random == 3>> <<run $flags.push("Caravan")>> <</if>> Market Logic <<set _market to $day % 7>> <<if _market == 0>> <<run $flags.pushUnique("MarketDay")>> <<else>> <<run $flags.delete("MarketDay")>> <</if>> Wedding Logic <<if $quests.includes("Wedding")>> <<set $daystillwedding -= 1>> <<if $daystillwedding == 0>> <<set _event to "NightBeforeWedding">> <</if>> <</if>> <<goto _event>>

<<if $base == "water">> You were always taught never to drink a potion without knowing its effects, but you decide that since you made this potion, you might as well see what it does. Going against your mentor's advice feels a little dangerous, but you know you didn't put any poison in at least. You hope there won't be any unpredictable effects, uncork the potion, and take a gulp. Once you've finished the herbal concoction, you wipe your mouth and wait for the effects to set in. <<linkreplace "Something's Happening..." t8n>>\ <<if $ingredients.includes("animaflower")>>\ [[Your body begins to tingle...|CatTransform]] <<else>> <<if $ingredients.includes("chamomile")>> You begin to feel a little drowsy after drinking the potion, but nothing too bad. <</if>> <<if $ingredients.includes("mesmerpollen")>> You feel a little lightheaded, and your inhibitions fall due to the mesmer pollen.<</if>> <<if $ingredients.includes("marestvine") && not $flags.includes("MarestConsumed")>> <<run $flags.push("MarestConsumed")>><</if>>\ <<if $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>> Your body starts to feel a little more sensiftive to the slight breeze in the air and the feeling of your clothes on your skin. Your nipples harden and you get a little distracted.<</if>> <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot")>> The potion seems to have aroused you slightly, and you find your mind wandering to dirty thoughts.<</if>> <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot") && $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>Suddenly you feel another wave of arousal course through you, more intense than the last. The sensitivity in your body compounds it, driving you wild. You feel yourself heat up, and you begin to sweat. Your heart rate quickens as well, and you feel yourself start to pant. Unwittingly, you rub your hands over your $player.tempboobadj <<print $busts[$player.bust]>> breasts. Your nipples are sensitive and hard, and you pull off your top to reveal the $player.nipplelength inch nubs, pinching and pulling on them. Every touch makes you more horny. In the enclosed space of your hut, you smell the feminine scent of your arousal mingle with the earthy smell of your ingredients. Frantically, you throw yourself back onto your bed, tearing off your skirt and plunging your fingers into your hot and wet pussy. You clit throbs with stimulation and you dissolve into a mess of moans and gasps, expertly rubbing your pussy. <<if $player.penislength > 0>> Your cock is also hard and ready, and you caress it as well, jacking it off with your left hand while your right hand masturbates your cunt. The combination of sensations drives all thoughts from your head and you sink further into your intoxicated haze of pleasure.<</if>> Finally your body arches and clenches as you reach a screaming orgasm. The artificial aphrodisiac you drank causing your entire body to feel the sensation. Your eyes roll back and you hear the sound of wetness gushing onto your bedsheets. It takes a few minutes for your shaking aftershocks to subside, but when they do, you take a deep breath. //That felt amazing.// You don't think anyone could resist masturbating with that combination of ingredients. It is insanely powerful. <<else>> Otherwise, the potion doesn't have much of an effect, and wears off after a few hours. <</if>> <<potion clear>> <<return>> <</if>> <</linkreplace>> <<elseif $base == "oil">> You pull a potion out of your bag and prepare for some experimentation. The potion is in a corked glass bottle which you swirl gently. It is made with lepidenum oil, and exhibits the same characteristic thickness and shimmer of the sacred oil. As you uncork the bottle you are careful not to let any of it drip onto your skin. Even one drop could soak in and have unpredictable effects. It is best to pour it directly where you want it. [[Pour the potion on your breasts.|OilBreasts]] /*[[Pour the potion on your ass.|OilButt]] [[Pour the potion on your pussy.|OilPussy]] [[Swirl the potion in your mouth.|OilMouth]]*/ [[Don't use the potion.|Witch's Hut]] <</if>>

<<set $numingredients += 1>>\ <<set $adicialeaves -= 1>>\ You pull out a bundle of delicate dried adicia leaves, crumbling a few into the potion. The brittle leaves fall apart at once and the potion roils as they are added. <<if !$ingredients.includes("ginseng")>>The adicia leaves bubble as they come into contact with the mixture, and before you can react, the solution evaporates, ruining your potion. Maybe some other ingredient can stabilize your potion. [[That didn't work.|Witch's Hut]] <<potion clear>> <<else>>\ <<ingredients>> <</if>>

<<set $numingredients += 1>>\ <<set $animaflower -= 1>>\ <<if $animaFlowerDiscovered == 0>> You pull a leather pouch out and carefully sprinkle some of the dried petals of the mysterious flower you found in the cemetary into the potion. <</if>> <<ingredients>>

<<set $numingredients += 1>>\ <<set $chamomile -= 1>>\ You pull a few dried chamomile flowers from a bundle which sits on the table. You sniff them and enjoy their herbaceous smell. You crumble the petals with your fingers and let them fall into the bottle. <<ingredients>>

<<set $numingredients += 1>>\ <<set $ginseng -= 1>>\ You pull a little ginseng root from a bundle hanging on the wall and crush the root with your mortar and pestle. You inhale the sweet earthy scent of the root before adding the powder to your potion. <<ingredients>>

<<set $numingredients += 1>>\ <<set $hornetvenom -= 1>>\ You open a cabinet full of glass bottles and locate a bottle labelled "Hornet Venom". The bottle contains some clear liquid with a slightly green tint. You uncork it and carefully let one drop fall into the potion. The concoction sizzles lightly and the air is filled with an acrid smell. <<ingredients>>

<<set $numingredients += 1>>\ <<set $lekkaroot -= 1>>\ You pull a little lekkaroot from a drawer and crush the root with your mortar and pestle. You inhale the scent of the root and feel yourself blush a little. The root smells earthy and primal. <<ingredients>>

<<set $numingredients += 1>>\ <<set $marestvine -= 1>>\ You pull out a small silk bag and loosen the drawstring. Inside are cuttings from the vine you found in the wilderness. You take a couple out and slice them up with a sharpened knife before adding them to a small canvas sack. You lower the canvas into the potion, letting the vines brew in the hot mixture. After a couple minutes you pull the bag out and discard the vines. <<ingredients>>

<<set $numingredients += 1>>\ <<set $mesmerpollen -= 1>>\ You pull a small glass vial of pollen out of your bag and hold it over the potion. Carefully, you scrape out a small portion of the pollen into the mixture. It dilutes immediately, giving the potion a saccharine scent. <<ingredients>>

<<set $numingredients += 1>>\ <<set $spectrewort -= 1>>\ You pull out a small silk bag and loosen the drawstring. Inside are Spectrewort petals, magically preserved. The light minty scent of the herb fills the air. You take one of the petals out and crumple it between your thumb and pointer finger before dropping it into the potion bottle. <<ingredients>>

You finish adding all of the ingredients and examine the potion. <<potion print>> You let it cool and then cork the bottle, saving the potion for later. [[Done!|Witch's Hut]]

You open your cask of lepidenum oil and fill a small glass bottle with the thick shiny liquid. <<potion base oil>> <<ingredients>>

You head into town and have a peaceful walk around. You see people you know, but no one approaches you for assistance, so after a while you head home. It's always nice to be free to do whatever you want, and you enjoy the nice weather, taking your time getting home. [[Return Home|Witch's Hut]]

You sit down at your potion table and light a small burner. It's time to make a potion. First you must choose a base for the potion. <<if $day <= 5>>\ //Welcome to the potion creation process. You can only have one potion at a time, and must either use it on yourself, use it for a job, or throw it away before you can create another. Each potion will have a base which affects its duration or effect speed, and then three ingredients, which will combine to create various effects. If you are unsure what an ingredient does, check the journal for notes from your mentor. However, as the game progresses you will discover new ingredients which may not be in the journal. These ingredients will require experimentation to find out what their effect is. Be careful with unknown ingredients!// <</if>>\ [[Water (Normal)|WaterBase]] <<if $flags.includes("OilBase")>>[[Lepidenum Oil|LepidenumOilBase]]<</if>>

<<potion clear>>\ You throw away your potion, emptying the bottle for a new one. <<return>>

You fill a small glass bottle with water and place it in a stand over the burner letting it slowly heat up. Now you must choose your first ingredient. <<potion base water>>\ <<ingredients>>

You decide to head into town to pick up some supplies and check to see if anyone needs your services. It is raining outside and so you grab your bag and throw on a cloak. Outside, the smell of petrichor fills the air, and you take a deep breath. Warm summer rains used to always make you relaxed. For the first part of your walk, $catname follows along, moving from tree to tree to avoid getting too wet, but as you draw closer to town, he disappears. Vensbruck is quiet today, probably due to the rain. You see a couple familiar faces, but no one wants to stop and chat. It's all for the better, you aren't much in the mood for talking anyway. You head to the Cordellos' house, and pick up some fresh eggs and a couple of tomatoes. You wrap the eggs carefully and slide them into your bag. After you pick up food, you head over to the tavern, where Derrick Milton often keeps odds and ends for people who need them. You have been running low on lantern oil, and you hope he has some to spare. As you turn the corner into the square, however, you run into a young woman in a waterproofed cloak, eliciting a high pitched squeak. "Oh, uhm $name... I'm sorry, I didn't see you, I was uh... just headed home." the girl trails off and you recognize her as Leah Kendall. She is younger than you by three years, and you haven't really had much of a chance to talk to her ever. You really only know her because she has an older brother and sister who are your age. Although you rarely had much time to spend with the other children when you were younger, Leah's older sister Jess was one of the girls who you knew somewhat well. Leah was too young to have spent much time with you all, but you remember Jess complaining about Leah's clinginess. Although it had been annoying to Jess, you always felt bad for Leah, who just wanted to be one of the girls. "I'm so sorry," Leah repeats, blushing. You smile to reassure her. "It's all right, Leah. If anything, it's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." Leah seems reassured, but her face doesn't get any less red. She looks down as you talk, sneaking occasional glances up at your face. "How is Jess doing?" You ask. Jess was still not betrothed to anyone, but not because of any fault of her own. Jess was very attractive, and got a lot of attention when she was younger. You notice that Leah seems to have inherited the same beauty. Leah's long eyelashes accent her $leah.face face. She wears her $leah.haircolor $leah.hairlength in pretty braids which are damp from the rain. "She's doing well. She's been interested in learning woodworking, and might even take over if Evan doesn't start working on it soon." Evan, Jess's twin brother had always been more of a painter, and so it doesn't surprise you that he has little interest in his father's trade. "How about you? Do you need anything that I might be able to help with?" Your question sends a renewed blush across the girls face. "Actually, um, I've been having some trouble getting to sleep lately. Do you have anything that might help with that?" "Of course. I'll bring something by tomorrow." Leah seems to brighten at that. "Thanks so much!" she says enthusiastically, and then catches you off guard with an embrace. Leah's <<print $busts[$leah.bust]>> breasts press against you as she wraps her arms around you in a friendly hug. You awkwardly pat her back before she releases you and blushes once again. "See you tomorrow," she says, and then hurries off into the rain. You make a mental note to prepare a sleeping potion for Leah, and then head to the tavern to get lamp oil before heading home. [[Return|Witch's Hut]] <<run $quests.push("Leah1")>> <<run $town.delete("EncounterLeah")>> <<set $kendallhouse to 1>>

You grab your bag and head to town, hoping to pass the time in the streets of Vensbruck. You head away from the hut, waving goodbye to $catname, who is lazily basking in the sun. The town is busy today, and you wave at a few of your friends as you head to the town square. In the town square, you post up on a bench, watching the people go about their business. A little under an hour later, a cloud crosses the sun, and a summer rainstorm begins, sending people scurrying home. You take cover under one of the nearby house's awning, pressing yourself against the wooden wall to keep from getting wet. You aren't even there for a minute when you see movement out of the corner of your eye. One of the second floor windows across the street is open, and inside you see a woman from the town, Lily, preparing a bath. She must have come out of the rain because her white dress is wet, revealing her skin beneath. She dumps a bucket of warm water into the washbasin, just out of sight, and peels the wet fabric from her skin. As she does, she turns and you get a clear view of her <<print $busts[$lily.bust]>> breasts and her nipples. Her naked figure is beautiful even in the cloudy light. You feel yourself getting a little wet, and not from the rain. Your viewing is ended a moment later when Lily hurries over and closes the window. You don't think she saw you watching. [[Return Home|Witch's Hut]]

You walk up to Fredrick Maples' stall, noting the powerfully fishy aroma. Piled on the temporary wooden storefront are all kinds of salted and preserved fish. Next to the stall are several barrels containing live fish, fresh from the river. Your mouth waters a little as you think of a nice meal of fried fish. "Hello $name!" Fredrick calls to you as you approach. "Interested in some fish? You can take any you like, or I could filet one for you." Fredrick's voice is friendly and warm, immediately putting you at ease. "No thanks, Fredrick. I won't be able to carry them back today." "That's no problem, miss. I'll bring a stringer of fresh ones over sometime soon." He says cheerfully. Despite his greying beard, the tall man is remarkably handsome, entering middle age gracefully. There's something almost fatherly about him, in an undeniably attractive way. You can tell what his younger wife, Annalise sees in him. "That would be a lovely surprise. Is there anything I can do in return?" you ask. "Actually, Annalise asked me to pick up some vegetables from the market today. If you have the time, could you sit and watch my stall? If anyone comes by you can just tell them to stop by later,and you can snack on some of the fish in the meantime." Fredrick looks at you hopefully. //It would be nice to help him out.// [[Watch the stall|StallWatch]] [[Make an excuse and move on|MarketDay]]

<<first>>\ You walk up to a trapper with exceptionally nice looking furs for sale, piled high on a table that he must have borrowed from the tavern. Behind the table, a young looking trapper dressed in loose cloths sits smoking a pipe. His hair is dishevelled, but it at least looks like he's shaved sometime in the past week unlike most of the hunters and trappers in the square. Beneath his stubble you can make out a powerful jawline. You note his muscular yet not bulky physique, common for the type of person who spends most of their time living in the forest. His eyes watch you with a hungry glint, not unlike that of a wolf. Maybe it wasn't just the furs that drew you to this stall. "See something you want?" he asks, in a rich voice. You realize with a start that he's talking to you. "I uhmm," you glance around at the furs, trying to find anything to make it seem like you weren't staring at the trapper himself. "I'd like to trade for that coat there," you tell him, pointing to a fine coat made of almost an entire wolf pelt. "That one would make me a pretty penny in Hadras. What can you offer me that's better than coin?" "What price would you expect?" You ask, even though you know you probably can't afford it. "20 coins is what I had planned on getting, but competition's tough in the city. I'm not made for that kind of bargaining. In fact, I'd rather sell it to more honest people for 15 coins. My name's Zaren by the way. I don't think I've met you yet," the handsome trapper says with a smile. "$name, I'm the town healer. Nice to meet you." "The pleasure's mine," he answers with the confidence of a man who's used to girls giving him plenty of attention. "So, do you want the coat?" He asks hopefully. <<finally>>\ You walk up to Zaren's stall and greet him. He still looks as handsome as ever. His hair is a little dishevelled, but it at least looks like he's shaved sometime in the past week unlike most of the hunters and trappers in the square. Beneath his stubble you can make out a powerful jawline. His physique is muscular but not as bulky as some of the manual laborers in the town, common for the type of person who spends most of their time living in the forest. His eyes watch you with a hungry glint, not unlike that of a wolf. "Looking to trade for anything?" he asks in a confident tone. His accent isn't nearly as thick as many of the other trappers. \ <<if !$flags.includes("WolfPelt")>>\ "I still have that coat you were looking at last time." <</if>>\ <</first>>\ <<if !$flags.includes("WolfPelt")>>\ <<if $coin > 15>>\ [[Pay with coin|PayZaren]] <</if>>\ <<if $perks.includes("Exhibitionist")>>\ [[Offer yourself as payment|ZarenMarketBJ]] <</if>>\ [[Offer a potion|ZarenPotionPay]] <</if>>\ [[Head back to the market|MarketDay]]

You walk up to Harlan's stall which is, unsurprisingly, the most expertly built of the many in the square. It is surrounded by simple but sturdy wooden furniture. Harlan stands behind the main table, fiddling with some wooden pieces. Some sort of wooden puzzle perhaps. He's wearing nicer clothes than his typical workshop attire, and although you know he's attained plenty of muscle from the carpentry work, in these clothes he almost looks scholarly. "Hello Harlan." You greet him. He looks up with a start, dropping the wooden pieces with a clunk. He seems surprised to see you. "Hello, $name. Are you looking for any furniture in particular? I can also have something specially made if you'd like, it just might take a while for Jess and I to get to it." Harlan says with a restrained smile. "I think I have everything I need, thanks though!" you say sweetly. "How's Jess been?" <<if $quests.includes("HarlanJess5") || $quests.includes("HarlanJess4") || $quests.includes("HarlanJess3")>>\ Harlan blushes immediately at the question. "She's uhh... she's doing well. I haven't chatted too much with her recently." Harlan looks down, avoiding your eye contact. <<else>>\ "She's been doing well. You should stop by sometime and chat with her, I'm sure she'd be very happy to see you." Harlan says, loosening up a little not that it's clear you wont be talking business. <</if>>\ "I'll have to visit sometime soon. Good to see you Harlan." "Good to see you $name." [[Return to the market|MarketDay]]

In the town square, you hear the bustle of people haggling and trading. The town market day isn't exactly official, but it's become somewhat of a tradition for farmers, hunters, and trappers as well as the occasional traveling merchants to show up once a week and exchange their goods for the products of the town. As you enter the square, the flurry of sounds and commotion seems to explode all around you. You wander through the stalls, eyeing the produce and dried meat laid out in the stalls. The heady mix of smells, a cacophonous symphony of spices, oils, grains, and fresh fish assaults your nose. As the town healer, you know you're nominally exempt from the haggling process, primarily because you don't expect anything in exchange when your services are in need. Still, for the visitors to the town, you'd have to provide something else in exchange. A few stalls catch your eye: <<if !hasVisited("FurShop")>>\ [[A trapper with an assortment of fur clothing|FurShop]] <<else>>\ [[Zaren with his assortment of fur clothing|FurShop]] <</if>>\ [[Harlan Kendall has a stall for some smaller furniture and carpentry|HarlanMarketTalk]] [[Fredrick Maples has bins of fresh and dried fish|FredrickMarketTalk]] [[Head home|Continue]]

"I have the coin for the coat," you tell Zaren, fishing in your bag for 15 coins. He seems surprised as you count out fifteen of the old metal coins, each stamped with an image of Saggren, the god of merchants. The silvery metal seems to gleam enticingly in the sun. //Pretty.// Still, you aren't sure you get what makes these things so valuable. "Sure enough." Zaren says, dropping the coins in a small cloth pouch. "Let me help you with the coat." Zaren stands and takes the coat, helping your arms through the sleeves. Each sleeve is sewn tightly with sinew and string, allowing it to flex at the joints but maintain an exceptional durability. You wonder if Zaren is responsible for the craftsmanship as well as the pelt itself. The coat is a little big on you, but it will be especially useful in the winter and the cold of night. You feel good knowing you've purchased something you'll be able to wear for a while. An unusual feeling in a town without money. "How do you like it?" Zaren asks, looking you up and down. You blush a little under his gaze. He still seems as hungry for you as ever. The coat must look pretty good. "It's perfect! Thank you so much!" Zaren nods in response before being interrupted by another trapper he seems to recognize. You watch them talk for a moment before heading back into the bustle of the square. [[Continue|MarketDay]] <<script>>$.notify("-15 coins!");<</script>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Obtained wolf fur coat!");<</script>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("WolfPelt")>>\

You decide a sip can't hurt, and uncork your potion. What starts as just a sip, however, quickly becomes a few gulps. Despite the slightly herbal flavor, your potion is incredibly refreshing. Lekkaroot is probably all you have to worry about though. As midday approaches, you begin to feel the faint effects of the lekkaroot kick in. You flush a little bit, and you feel your nipples becoming slightly more sensitive. You glance down to see them poking against the fabric of your blouse. Further below, you feel your pussy growing moist, ready for some potential mate, or maybe just your fingers. The thought of relieving your arousal is tempting, but you keep a level head. Still, lewd fantasies dance through your thoughts. What would it be like if Fredrick returned to you, plunging your fingers into your wet slit. The thought of publicly masturbating excites and embarrasses you, but for now it will remain nothing more than a fantasy. When Fredrick returns with his bags full of produce, he finds you daydreaming at the stall. "What's on your mind?" Fredrick asks as he sets his bags on the table. You had been imagining him taking you right here by the stall, bent over a barrel of fish, but you decide you probably shouldn't tell Fredrick about that. "Just planning out my day. I need to collect some ingredients for medicine later," you lie. "We're lucky to have you around, $name, you've been such a blessing for the town." Fredrick says earnestly. You blush, embarrassed by the flattery. Lately you don't feel like you've had as positive of an impact on the town as fredrick seems to think. "Thanks Fredrick, I'm going to head home now," you tell the fisherman, gathering your bag. "No, thank you! I would have been stuck here all day if it weren't for you. Be sure to take any fish you might want before you go!" You take a wrapped filet you can use for your dinner and then head home from the town square, lewd fantasies still lingering in your head. [[Continue]] <<potion clear>>

You decide a sip can't hurt, and uncork your potion. What starts as just a sip, however, quickly becomes a few gulps. The sweet combination of the hornet venom and lekkaroot is too much to resist. When you finish the bottle you realize your mistake immediately. //Why did I think now would be a good time to drink such a powerful aphrodisiac?// The effects begin quickly, starting with the quickening of your heartbeat and a deep blush which leaves your cheeks rosy. Below your cheeks, the signs are even more obvious. Your nipples harden, poking against the fabric of your shirt and announcing your growing arousal to any wandering eyes. Even lower, below the gentle curve of your waist, your pussy begins to make a mess of your panties, lubricating itself in preparation for any potential mate. Fortunately, the overwhelming smell of the fish stall covers any other smells in the area. You try to ignore the growing heat in your core, but the hornet venom refuses to be denied. Arousal pulses at the edge of your awareness when you focus your mind on watching the stall, constantly threatening to seep into your consciousness. When it does, it fills your mind with thoughts of sex. The market suddenly takes on the atmosphere of a lewd carnival to your lust addled mind. Your eyes are drawn not to the people themselves, but to their bodies. A shirtless trapper's chest, glistening with sweat, the bulge at another's crotch, the gentle curve of a woman's breast where it meets her shoulder. Your mouth waters as you watch the market, titillated by an entirely different type of good. You find yourself absentmindedly running a hand over your nipples and struggle to regain control over you movements. You fail. Instead, a devious thought springs to mind, prompted by the growing effects of your potion. //Maybe I could get myself off right here, without anyone noticing.// Its an incredibly tempting thought. //No, somebody would notice, and then what? I can't be caught masturbating in the middle of the market.// The throbbing heat between your legs answers your attempt to restrain yourself, reminding you that you're only delaying the inevitable. Your urges overpower any fear of being caught. When your hand eventually finds its way between your legs, You gasp beneath your breath. Holding out so long has only given you time to soak through your panties, leaking onto inside of your skirt. You look around guiltily, making sure nobody is looking too closely. The arrangement of the stall keeps anyone from being able to actually see where your hand is, as barrels obscure any view your seat. Still, you worry that the position of your arm beneath the table looks suspicious. That worry isn't enough to keep you from slipping your delicate fingers into your sodden panties, however, and you soon slide them against your swollen clit gently, shivering at the sensation. You rest your head on your other hand, trying to look as natural as possible. People all around you conduct their exchanges as if you aren't even there, oblivious to your lapse into sinful self-indulgence. //Am I really doing this?// you wonder in disbelief. The shock at your own boldness doesn't keep you from continuing to touch yourself, Slowly getting more and more into your secret masturbation. Soon the fear of being caught ceases to do anything but turn you on more. //It would be so delightfully humiliating!// You slip two fingers inside your leaking pussy, and begin to imagine one of the trappers catching you in //flagrante delicto//. You imagine him exposing your shame to everyone in the market, exposing your sodden slit with your fingers still buried deep inside. Would he make you finish yourself off? Or might he help you out, taking you right there for all to see? "Excuse me," a deep voice says, shaking you from your erotic reverie. Your hand, which had been pumping two fingers into your pussy, freezes. "Are you willing to exchange some of these fish for some fresh rabbit? Caught 'em this morning." A young trapper looks at you hopefully. You see his eyes wander over your body, but mercifully he doesn't seem to have noticed what you were doing. "I erm, I'm just watching this stall, but the owner should be back soon. You're free to take a look for now though." you tell him, trying to hide the shakiness of your voice. You wonder if he can hear any signs of your desperate and growing arousal in your response. He gives not indication that he can, and begins inspecting some of the salted fish. //Can he hurry up?// Either the trapper is taking his time, or you're just impatient to continue fingering yourself. Unable to hold out any longer, you continue touching yourself, tracing lazy circles around your clit with slick fingers. Your arousal builds slowly this way, denied easy release by the limits of your dangerous position. Still, it builds insistently, driving towards an inescapable climax. You can only hope that the trapper is done when you go crashing over the edge. When the trapper finally starts to walk away, your restraint breaks. Your fingers speed up, working your clit with desperation. At this point you no longer care how suspicious you look. //Oh fuck, I'm going to cum here in front of everyone!// You think as the first part of your orgasm threatens to overcome you. When it does your hips buck against your fingers. "Mmmm!" you squeak before you catch your voice, using the last of your self control to keep yourself from moaning like a whore as you climax. You feel your pussy squirt hot femcum against your fingers, further drenching your skirt and panties. It runs in rivulets down your calves as you shake in silent ecstasy. You breathe heavily as the orgasm passes, and then quickly try to make yourself look presentable once again. Your eyes scan the mess of people around you, trying to find anyone who might have noticed your orgasm. Nobody seems to have seen. You feel almost disappointed that nobody saw you in the throes of pleasure. Wiping your hands on your skirt, you continue to watch the stall, feeling a mixture of shame and lingering arousal. ---- The rest of the time watching the stall is uneventful. You wait until you see Fredrick return from the market with a bounty of meat and vegetables. You don't wait for him to sit down before greeting him. "I have to head out," you tell Fredrick, already starting to walk towards the well. "Oh, well thank you for watching the stall. Everything looks good!" Fredrick says, a little surprised by your impatience to head out. "I'll bring by some fish sometime soon!" You hurry away before Fredrick can notice the large wetspots on either side of your skirt. As you walk home, you replay the day's excitement in your mind. You're a little hesitant to admit it to yourself, but masturbating like that, in public, gives you a unique excitement. //I won't do anything like that in public again.// you think. It's an empty resolution though, as you're already fantasizing about it again when you make it to your hut. [[Continue]] <<if !$perks.includes("Exhibitionist")>>\ <<run $perks.pushUnique("Exhibitionist")>>\ <<script>>$.notify("Perk Acquired: Exhibitionist");<</script>>\ <</if>>\ <<potion clear>>

You decide a sip can't hurt, and uncork your potion. What starts as just a sip, however, quickly becomes a few gulps. Despite the slightly herbal flavor, your potion is incredibly refreshing. Before you know it, you've gulped the entire thing down, happy to have satiated your thirst. You hope the effects won't be too disruptive. You might feel drowsy, but at least it isn't some sort of aphrodisiac. Sure enough, you find your thoughts slowing. The market around you seems almost to speed up, moving incomprehensibly fast compared to your dazed state. You know you need to watch the stall, however, so you focus on that, letting the stall become your world. The farthest reaches of your universe end at the barrels of fish next to the table. Occasionally an outsider appears, and you catch word which seem to echo in your mind long after their source is gone. One in sentence in particular resonates in your head. "Look at her drool." //Drool// The word sounds strangely like a command, and your body acts obediently. You feel your mouth fill with watery spit. //Drool// You let it leak out over your lips, running down your chin. //Drool// You keep drooling even when it dribbles onto your shirt. Most, however, ends up in a puddle on the table. //Drool// //$name?// "$name?" a familiar voice says. "Huh?" you mumble, slowly returning to full consciousness. Fredrick is standing by you, looking concerned. "Are you okay, $name? It looks like you ell asleep, but your eyes were open a little so I wasn't sure." Fredrick says, still confused by your mesmerized state. "I ummm... I've just been exhausted lately. Sorry about falling asleep on the job." you answer, vaguely aware that you're still speaking unusually slow. "It's no problem at all, I'm more worried about you. You're overworking yourself! You should get some rest, $name." Fredrick says with obvious worry in his voice. In your dazed state, his last sentence still seems to echo slightly in your mind, and you find yourself getting up to obey. As your perception returns to normal, you realize just how much you'd been drooling. Your shirt is plastered to your skin, soaked with your drool, and a small puddle has formed on the table itself. You quickly wipe it up with a handkerchief, feeling absolutely humiliated by the whole situation. //That's the last time I drink one of my potions in public!// you think to yourself. You apologize again before heading home to take a nap. As you leave you feel an odd satisfaction from obeying Fredrick's implied command. [[Continue]] <<potion clear>>

You decide against the temptation, and wait until you see Fredrick return from the market with a bounty of meat and vegetables. You don't wait for him to sit down before greeting him. "I have to head out," you tell Fredrick, already starting to walk towards the well. "Oh, well thank you for watching the stall. Everything looks good!" Fredrick says, a little surprised by your impatience to head out. "I'll bring by some fish sometime soon!" You leave Fredrick behind and head through the crowd to find your long awaited drink of fresh water. [[Continue]]

"Okay, I'll watch the stall for you," you tell Fredrick. "Thanks $name, I'll be back in 30 minutes at the most. Don't hesitate to help yourself some of the salted fish if you get hungry." Fredrick says, collecting some cloth bags from behind the table. You take Fredrick's seat behind the stall and watch the people around you conduct their various exchanges. The square is full of both familiar and unfamiliar faces each searching for some useful equivalent to their own product. From your outsider position, it's a wonder that anyone can find what they need. All of the personal human interactions start to look like gears in a machine designed only to keep it's own parts from falling into disrepair. After only a few minutes of people watching, you decide to taste one of the salted perch. It looks like Fredrick already had a little bit of a snack, as there's a cutting board and some pieces of salted fish off to the side of the table. You take one of the slices and taste it cautiously. While you've had salted fish before, you've only used it in soups and stews. On its own, the fish is overwhelmingly salty, to the point that you almost spit it out. //How can Fredrick eat this stuff!// You look around for some water to quench your sudden thirst, but it doesn't seem like Fredrick has the same issue. You could go to the well, but that would mean leaving Fredrick's stall alone for the time it takes you to cross the entire square. Another thought springs to mind. //Do I have a potion?// You know you probably shouldn't go drinking your potions needlessly, but you're so thirsty that the temptation grows. //Maybe just a taste?// <<if $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot") && $ingredients.includes("hornetvenom")>>\ [[Drink the potion|StallMasturbate]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("mesmerpollen") && $ingredients.includes("chamomile")>>\ [[Drink Potion|StallMesmerPotion]] <<elseif $ingredients.includes("lekkaroot")>>\ [[Drink Potion|StallLekkaroot]] <</if>>\ [[Leave the potion in your bag|StallNoPotion]]

You wonder if you can take advantage of that hungry look Zaren gets when he looks at you. "What if I offered... myself in exchange for the coat?" you ask the trapper, pressing out your breasts in the hopes of looking seductive. You aren't sure where you'll be servicing the trapper should he accept, but a devious part of you hopes you won't be leaving the town square. "Are you offering..." Zaren trails off but you nod reassuringly. "I wasn't expecting that from a village girl," Zaren says with an excited smile, "Maybe in the city, but you're usually a little more shy out here. I can't say no to an offer like that from a girl like you!" he says, showing more emotion than he has as long as you've known him. "Should we go somewhere private?" you ask, biting your lip with excitement. "I can't just leave my wares here all alone, and I don't think I'll have time in the evening. I need to start on the road for Vellan. It will have to be right here and now or nothing," Zaren says, testing your limits. He adjusts the furs on the table to cover any line of sight there might be to the space below. //Is that really something I'm willing to do? Here in the town square?// Luckily for Zaren, your limits have been much more malleable than you'd previously thought. You look around nervously, making sure nobody is watching you as you move to Zaren's side of the table. Luckily, everyone seems to be engrossed in catching up with friends and trading their various goods. In a single nimble motion, you duck beneath the table and crawl over to Zaren. "Here, this is for your knees," Zaren says, considerately handing you a small patch of rabbit fur.You wonder if this isn't the first time Zaren's experienced something like this. You place the fur on the cobblestone in front of Zaren's legs, and kneel before the trapper. Only dim light filters in around the base of the table, and it gently illuminates Zaren's short trousers. You put a hand on his leg, running your fingers gently up his calf, noting the corded muscles and even hair covering them. Zaren has a wild, almost bestial strength to him, and up close its even more clear to you that his life in the wild has shaped him. He's surprisingly clean for a trapper, and you figure he must bathe in the river before coming to the market. Despite this attempt to conform to town sensibilities, he still has a noticeable smell, a little bit of sweat and smoke. You feel your heartbeat quicken as you take in his musk. Your body reacts to his scent quickly, and you feel moisture between your legs. You can't wait any longer. With both hands, you unbutton the crotch of his trousers, pulling his cock free. It isn't fully hard yet, but the feeling of your fingers coaxes it to life. It pulses with arousal, growing with each beat of Zaren's heart until it throbs in place powerfully. Your mouth begins to water. The sounds of the market recede into the background as you fall into a state of lustful semi-hypnosis at the sight of cock. At first, you only lick the head, just tasting the small bead of precum that's formed on the glistening tip. You try to resist the urge to take it in immediately, instead teasing Zaren. Zaren clearly isn't one for teasing. Before you can pull away his hand reaches beneath the table, firmly gripping the back of your head and pressing you down on to his cock. You squeal with surprise, but the undignified noise only leads to your lips parting slightly around the head of Zaren's cock. It's just enough of a breach for him to pull your head down, ramming his rod straight to the back of your mouth. You probably make it about half way down before you gag and he lets you pull back. You only get a moment's respite before he pushes you down again. This time you let your mouth get forced open more willingly, giving in to Zaren's lead. He's rough, but something about his strength and command over you makes you an eager servant to his needs. Your own need goes unsatisfied, dripping down onto the russet rabbit fur in glistening rivulets. You can't imagine the sounds of Zaren roughly fucking your throat are completely muffled by the furs around you, but you don't care about modesty anymore. You give yourself to the trapper completely, trying to make your mouth into the perfect hole for him. Soon drool is leaking and hanging from your pretty chin, oozing down to soak your shirt as you submit to the rough fucking. If you could do anything but gasp and gag you would be moaning like a whore. When Zaren's rhythm grows quicker, you begin to worry he won't relent. That you'll be his fucktoy until the sun goes down and the market stalls start to be broken down. In your lust addled state, this worry manifests itself as a drive to make your dominate partner reach his climax, preferably inside of you. You begin to will yourself to go deeper, trying to push yourself to the base of his cock. Zaren notices your eagerness and begins to push you harder. Finally you fully relax your throat just as he presses you to him, and you feel your face press against the base of his cock. Your drool and tears mix with his sweat as he holds you tight against him. His cock throbs in your throat. A need to smell his incredible scent makes you try to take a deep breath, but you find the air doesn't come to your lungs, blocked by his glorious cock. All you can do is savor, for the first time since you began, the delicious taste of him. As you begin to run out of breath your world seems to shrink until his cock is all you can feel, all you can taste, all you can sense. A jolt of panic awakens you from your horny reverie, and you try to pull your head back. Zaren's tight grip keeps you in place. Your throat tries to swallow, contracting involuntarily and inadvertently sending him over the edge. You vision begins to grow dim as you feel his cock pulse, sending a jet of cum down your throat. Despite your dangerous position, you feel a perverse sense of pride as he empties himself into you. Mercifully he loosens his grip and you fall back, coughing and gasping for air. Zaren's cock still pulses, sending a few final ropes cascading over you to join the copious volume of drool coating your face and chest. No longer on the brink of passing out, a wave of dizziness rushes over you accompanied by intense arousal. You finish yourself off right there as you clean the last of Zaren's cum from his softening cock, further soaking the poor rabbit pelt as you reach a squirting orgasm trembling between Zaren's powerful thighs. ----- "Fuck, are you sure you aren't from one of those city whorehouses?" Zaren asks as you emerge from beneath the table, looking absolutely ruined. You manage an exhausted smile. "I wasn't expecting you to try to suffocate me, asshole" you say, throat still a little raspy. "I could tell you wanted it. Maybe even needed it," Zaren answers with a shrug. //Is he right? Did I need that?// You try not to think about how hard you came after nearly passing out with a cock in your throat, in the town square no less! "In any case, you definitely earned this, Zaren says, putting the coat around your shoulders." "Thanks, Zaren." "You're welcome," he says with a grin, "Maybe we can do this again sometime." You nod unenthusiastically, and head home, pulling the coat around you and keeping your head down so nobody notices your humiliating state. [[Continue]] <<script>>$.notify("Obtained wolf fur coat!");<</script>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("WolfPelt")>>\

"Maybe I can offer you something in exchange. I am the town healer, so I have a lot of potions and herbs I can offer you." You suggest to Zaren, hoping he'll take you up on the offer. "In that case, I think you might have something I need. I had a bad run in with some wolves a while back, and my leg still aches on the colder nights. Do you have anything that might soothe the pain?" "Have you tried alcohol?" you tease. Zaren only smiles in response. "I was hoping for something a little more specialized. Alcohol can't solve everything." <<if $ingredients.includes("ginseng") && $ingredients.includes("spectrewort")>>\ "I think I've got something for you now, actually." <span id="options">\ <<link "Sell Zaren your current potion">>\ <<replace "#options" t8n>>\ The coat is a little big on you, but it will be especially useful in the winter and the cold of the forest at night. You feel good knowing you've traded for something you'll get a lot of use out of. "How do you like it?" Zaren asks, looking you up and down. You blush a little under his gaze. He still seems as hungry for you as ever. The coat must look pretty good. "It's perfect! Thank you so much!" Zaren nods in response before being interrupted by another trapper he seems to recognize. You watch them talk for a moment before heading back into the bustle of the square. [[Continue|MarketDay]] <<script>>$.notify("Obtained wolf fur coat!");<</script>>\ <<run $flags.pushUnique("WolfPelt")>>\ <<potion clear>> <</replace>>\ <</link>>\ <<link "Decide not to sell your potion right now">>\ <<replace "#options" t8n>>\ "I don't have anything today though. I'll have to bring it to you at the next market day." "If you'll be back, I'll be sure to be here, especially if you've got some medicine for me." You realize as Zaren speaks that you'd like to see him too. [[Continue|MarketDay]] <</replace>>\ <</link>>\ </span>\ <<else>>\ "Yeah, I can probably help you." You run through which ingredients might be what Zaren is looking for. //Something like ginseng could help, and isn't there something about a numbing plant in Gerta's notes?// You decide to check your journal. "I don't have anything today though. I'll have to bring it to you at the next market day." "If you'll be back, I'll be sure to be here, especially if you've got some medicine for me." You realize as Zaren speaks that you'd like to see him too. [[Say goodbye and head back to the market|MarketDay]] <</if>>\

<<set $townvisited to 1>> <<if $day == 0>> <<goto "FirstTownVisit">> <<elseif $quests.includes("Maggie1")>> <<goto "Maggie1">> <<else>> <<set _event to $town.random()>> <<goto _event>> <</if>> <<return>>

You decide to head into town. You've seen stray cats wandering around before, and they always looked pretty happy, so there must be something nice about hanging around the town. It doesn't take very long to get there, and you find yourself getting a little more accustomed to your feline form. As you wander onto the stone pavers of the town square you realize that it is a market day. Approaching the bustle, you smell a wondrous cacophony of scents. All around you bread, herbs, and meat fill the air with odors far richer than you could ever have imagined. You scamper quickly through the square, dashing around people with catlike agility. It feels a bit odd recognizing people around you who have no idea that you're there. Despite the wonderful scents around you, you find yourself drawn to one above all else. It is a powerful odor, and it stirs your hunger like none of the others do. You push past a line of people and see what has been attracting you: Fredrick's fish stall. Fredrick stands in front of a wagon stacked with barrels. Inside each resides a treasure of salted fish, but the true prize are the fresh fish, caught just today. Townsfolk are lined up to get one for tonight's dinner, and like the people, a host of stray cats watch from nearby. You join the other cats, watching hungrily as Fredrick wraps and distributes the fish. Occasionally he cleans and filets one right there when he receives a request. He discards the scraps and guts, tossing them to the hungry cats. You are hesitant to join, watching the other cats fight over the meager morsels. Eventually you wander off, ignoring your hunger. Feeling a little tired, you take to the rooftops, using a tree as a ladder. The houses near the town square are close enough together that you can leap from roof to roof with ease, searching for a nice patch of sunlight where you can relax and watch the lively market square below. It is from this vantage point that you notice some movement in a window below. You watch carefully as Lily enters what appears to be her bedroom with a basket in her hand. The basket is full of fresh vegetables from the market. Lily was once married to a trader who met her in a different small town, much like Vensbruck. She left her home and family to live with him here, but he died a few years later on the road. Out of respect for her husband and pity for her, the town helped Lily out, ensuring she never went hungry. Although she still bears the beauty of her youth, Lily spurns all courtship, preferring to live alone. Still, her reclusiveness only makes her more desirable to the men of the town. Her own trade is weaving, but even though Lily is likely the most skilled seamstress in town, she doesn't make most of the town's clothes. Instead she reserves her abilities for special requests such as ceremonial robes for Reya or wedding dresses. You watch Lily set down the basket on a small nightstand. She is wearing a light colored sundress which emphasizes her elegant figure. Her <<print $hairlengths[$lily.hairlength]>> $lily.hairlength curls bounce as she walks into the room and immediately strips off her dress. You feel embarrassed and for a moment you are worried she will catch you peeping, until you remember you are a cat. You settle in and stare at the beautiful woman as she slowly removes her bra and underwear. Her skin almost seems to glow as you appreciate her nakedness. Lily walks over to the wall next to her bed where you see a portrait of a handsome young man, perhaps her late husband. She looks at the man in the painting with longing eyes. You can't look away as she slowly runs her hands down her side and dips her fingers gently into her vagina. You see her moan something but the sound doesn't make it to your ears despite their enhanced hearing. You feel a little guilty at watching this intimate moment, but some part of you is too turned on to leave. Lily continues to caress her pussy until her knees are shaking and threaten to give out. Her face is flushed and wears an expression of deep arousal. You stare as the woman lies back on her bed and spreads her legs, giving you a clear view of her glistening cunt. A moment later she reaches into the basket on the nightstand and pulls out a long, thick cucumber. You realize with devious delight what she's about to do. Lily starts to rub the tip of the vegetable over her juicy slit with care, but soon her gentle motions give way to desperation as she rapidly rubs her clit. You almost think you can smell her scent in the air through the open window, but perhaps you're just imagining it. Lily seems right on the brink of an orgasm when she pulls the thick vegetable away. The dark green rind shimmers with her juices as she brings it to her mouth. You feel a ball of heat settle in your stomach as you watch the woman taste her own flavor on the natural dildo. Using the cucumber, Lily circles her nipples, forcing them to engorge and poke out from atop her jiggling mounds. Below you can see her pussy still leaking, desperate to be filled. When she finally presses the blunt head of the cucumber to her cunt, you mewl at the sight. It doesn't slide in right away, but as she presses, her lubed up lips suddenly slide up around it and she hilts it deep in her snatch, causing a thin line of arousal to drip onto the sheets below. She holds the cucumber there for almost a minute, her muscles clenching around the intruder. You see her thighs shaking slightly as she appreciates the sensation of being filled. Then she starts to move her hand, letting her pussy push the intruder out. Lily's pink lips stretch as it slides away, gripping the fibrous dildo passionately. When the end slides free you see her pussy take a second to recover, and before she pushes it in again you can tell her cunt is stretched delightfully. This time, Lily doesn't waste any time. She slams the cucumber in and out of her pussy urgently, bucking her hips against it. As she gets more and more into it, her back arches, allowing her hips to lift from the bed to meet her pumping hand. Strands of clear feminine juices drip down her taint and bridge the gap between her bouncing ass and the growing wet spot on her sheets in silken strands. When her orgasm arrives, it rips through Lily's body. She arches her back and her face twists in pleasure. You watch with desire as Lily's cunt tightens around the cucumber. Her hands continue to pump it in and out but lose coordination, letting the vegetable slip from her slick fingers. It slides free from her cunt and shoots onto the bed along with a copious gush of fluids. "Oh fuck!" Lily screams. Unlike her moans, her orgasmic scream is clearly audible from your perch. The sound probably even could be heard from the market below if you knew what to listen for, but otherwise, it is lost in the cacophony. Naked and satisfied, Lily closes her eyes and drifts off into a nap. You watch her beautiful breasts rise and fall as she sleeps, unable to get the lewd image of her masturbation out of her mind. Around her waist you can still make out a dark area, and the cucumber sits between her legs on the soft sheets. You almost wish you weren't in cat form so you could give yourself some relief. Tired, hungry, and horny, you make your way home and curl up on your own bed for a good night's sleep. [[Continue|CatSleep]]