You stand at the edge of a massive caldera - the deep pit at the top of a volcano. The caldera stretches at least two miles wide, and in its center is a small city, resting atop a mountain of volcanic rock. The space between the city and the outer edge is [[a moat filled with water->ravine]], with a slight haze suggesting it's steaming. [[A worn-looking iron bridge->bridge]] stretches from the city to the outer wall, where a tunnel once carved a path to the outside world, but it has since been sealed with a barrier of steel and stone; you managed to climb to the edge of the volcano and safely make your way down, but it's unlikely you'll be able to make the trip back up.
The natural, uneven walls of the volcano make it relatively easy to traverse the outside edge, as long as you don't climb too high to where it gets steeper. The small plateau you found gives you a good view of the area, and based on the small monument in its center, you weren't the first to find it. The [[crest->crest]] mounted on it makes your mind feel light; if you wanted, it could reset your memories of others - it might even work both ways.The crest radiates with a higher power; whether it was angelic or demonic, it was hard to say. Your mind starts to feel blank as you focus on it - the effect will only be temporary, unless you embrace it fully. Otherwise, [[it's still safe to turn away.->start]]The temperature rises as you descend, but it's hardly unbearable. The water is certainly too hot to be comfortable, but the ground underneath is very uneven, so it's easy to find places where the water is shallower and thus easy to cross. While there's hardly a good view down here, you're certain you can find your way back to [[the monument->start]] you started from, and you can still see [[the bridge->bridge]] that leads into the city.
Beneath the bridge, a large flat stone has fallen from above; even on its side, it's easy to make out the name "Hen" engraved in large letters, the name of the city. [[A lone figure->welcome fuck]] stands behind the stone, eyeing you seductively - though their constant glances up towards the bridge undermines them a bit. They look more or less like a typical angel, but typical angels wear clothes, which this character doesn't appear to be.
In the other direction, a large pipe leads into the cliff face under the city; the pipe is about half-submerged in the water, and inside the pipe there's [[a walkway->pipe]] above the water level, leading further inside.The bridge connects to another small plateau along the crater wall, following a straight line directly into the tunnel that leads outside; while the outer entrance is sealed, you can still enter the tunnel from this side, though without a light source it becomes very dark very quickly. The bridge is composed mostly of iron, but its surface is paved with stone, as well as the rest of the plateau and the path into the tunnel. The stonework appears to be clean, but poorly maintained - while there's no visible dirt, there are many tiles cracked and broken along the path, or even missing completely from the bridge.
The path back to [[the monument->start]] is hard to see, but you'd have no trouble making your way back. It would also be easy to make your way down to [[the ravine->ravine]] from here. In the other direction, away from the monument, a carved path leads to [[a small lake->quarry]] dug into the outer wall.
Across the bridge, [[a pair of guards->bridge guards]] stand at the entrance to the city. They mostly keep their eyes on you, aside from one occasionally glancing down into the ravine, but don't move from their posts. [[Another figure->bridge washer]] roams around the plateau, carrying a bucket and scrubbing the tiles, avoiding making eye contact with you. Based on their white robes, they all appear to be angels, and low-level ones at that.The lake rests along the edge of the caldera, in a small crater that has clearly been mined out deliberately, with some sections seeming ready to pop out of the wall at any moment, as if work was stopped just before those slabs had been extracted. Further evidence of the past mining can be seen down through the crystal-clear water, as some pickaxes and slabs of stone are left abandoned under the water. The clearness of the water is enough to tell you that it's nowhere near as hot as the rest of the water in the caldera.
The edge of the city looms aboe, the cliff leaning outwards to reach over the ravine. You can see a metal pltform hanging off the edge, suspended by pulleys; an elevator. A small wooden shack rests along the edge of the lake, probably built for supervising the dig site. There's [[someone leaning against the wall->quarry angel]] of the shack - probably an angel, though their face seems more friendly than most. Their outfit is also more revealing, little more than a bikini - highlighting their generous boobs, and a not-too-subtle bulge.
They probably won't mind if you head back to the [[bridge->bridge]].As you approach the two guards, they draw their swords, holding them out in a threatening manner. "The city of [[Toko->bridge guard toko]] is off-limits," one declares firmly in a feminine voice. "Unless you have an [[entry token->bridge guard token]], you are not welcome here," the other adds, sounding very similar.
They won't stop you from [[walking away->bridge]], at least.The washer doesn't sound startled by your presence, but they don't sound all that comfortable, either. "You have to be careful who you talk to; there could be punishment," they explain. Glancing back to the guards on the bridge, their posture softens a bit. "But they don't seem to be chasing you out, so maybe it's fine."
You're pretty curious [[what they're doing out here->bridge washer question]], though a feral part of you is also curious [[what else they could be doing, with you, in private->bridge washer sex]]. You could also just (link-undo:"leave them be.")leave them be.As you approach the stone, the figure grins widely, pushing themselves up off the stonework until their hips rise over the edge - allowing a large, meaty, humanoid cock to flop down on top of it, large enough to obscure part of the city's name. Typical angels don't sport such extravagant equipment - and typical city namestones aren't covered in tally marks.
"Sorry to be so blunt, but the guards up there really want to get rid of me - think you can make me cum before they notice?" They smile widely as they rock their hips back and forth, letting their member harden before you, easily over a foot long. "Just a quick blowjob - and you'll even get recorded on this stone~" he taps his hand on the namestone, bringing your attention back to all the tally marks.
It's not too late to [[ask questions->question namestone]], but there's nothing stopping you from getting down on your knees and [[giving him what he wants->welcome fucking]]. You could also (link-undo:"turn away")turn away - you doubt he'd take it personally.The pipe is mercifully well-lit, with electrical lights along the ceiling. You travel for a few minutes along a straight, featureless path, before your journey is brought to an end by a large metal fence. It stretches all the way to the top of the pipe, like a large filter, but one that's been clogged - the water is still, and plant life has largely consumed the fence and the walls near it. There was clearly once a door continuing the path, but opening it now is a distant fantasy. There's [[another door->maintenance]] you can access, along the wall of the pipe; aside from that, your only other option is to [[head back->ravine]].
Are the plants... [[moving->tentacles]]? You have a gut feeling this is a bad idea. Or a really good idea..."Names aren't important - I didn't ask you for yours, did I?" the demon shrugs merrily, glancing back up at the bridge. "You're not the only one to come by - not even the first to come from outside. Sometimes the passersby wanna suck dick, and I *always* want my dick sucked." He grabs his own cock, lifting it up to point to the tallymarks under it with his other hand, though taking the opportunity to stroke himself. "It's okay if you won't - someone else will eventually... but if you're going to play along, best do it before we get spotted~"
The pre oozing from his tip is [[very tempting->welcome fucking]]... but you can still always [[back out->ravine]].You get down on your hands and knees, wasting no time opening your lips wide for the large cock before you. The scent hits your nose at the same time the flavor of his head hits your tongue, both assaulting your senses with divine pleasure. His pre oozes onto your taste buds only a moment later, and if you weren't madly horny before, the array of sensations would be more than enough to drive you over the edge - and you've only just begun.
With his legs pinned behind the namestone, it's up to you to start pushing your way up the length of his cock, swirling your tongue around him as best you can. His head is down your throat in your time, his pre gushing out more in the more constricted space, the goo sliding right down to your stomach. As his member starts vanishing inside you, he starts bucking his hips, fucking your throat now that he has the leverage to do so. Your hands reach out to him, grabbing his cock by the base, keeping yourself steady as he fucks you more vigorously, still pushing your head closer and closer.
As you reach the base with your lips, you move your hands out of the way, one bracing against his hip, and the other caressing his balls - they were heavier than you expected, but that didn't slow you down. Without much warning, he grabs you by the back of the head, both hands slamming your face into his groin as he releases his load, his huge cock dumping his seed directly into your stomach. All you can do is sit there and swallow, not that it mattered much. He holds you there for what feels like minutes, his orgasm lasting well beyond any angel's, before gently pulling you off of his crotch, cum still oozing out onto the rocky floor.
"Not bad for a newcomer - but you're lucky we didn't get caught, slowpoke~" he says cheerfully as he pats you on the head. "You can wash yourself with the water, it's not too hot here - I'll add your tally once I'm sure the guards aren't looking." With that, he ducks behind the rock, vanishing from view completely and leaving you to [[clean yourself up->ravine]]."The city has always been called Toko," the first guard states, inviting no doubt. "And it will always be called that," the second concludes.(click-undo:?page)"Entry tokens allow residents to enter after they leave," the first guard explains. "You don't know that, so you don't have one," the second adds.(click-undo:?page)"I keep the tiles clean," they state matter-of-factly. "Some decades ago [[the quarry->bridge washer quarry]] flooded, and they stopped giving me new tiles to replace the old ones. It's been getting harder and harder to keep them clean..." they sigh, before perking up again. "But, I guess nothing's supposed to be easy. I just gotta keep doing what I can."
You still wonder if he could [[do you->bridge washer sex]], or if you ought to just [[walk away->bridge]]."I - oh," the washer seems taken aback, though they're staring at the guards. "I suppose there's nothing saying we can't... well, you're also not supposed to do it where others can see..." they place the washrag in the bucket, standing up. "Come with me," they state, traveling into the tunnel.
They only lead you a short way, enough that you're obscured by the darkness, but where you can still see the guards pretty clearly. Your partner bends you overpushing you against the wall of the tunnel, lined with smooth stone tiles, as you feel a cock grinding against your rear. It's somewhat small - a pretty normal size for angels of his status.
You feel his hands grip your rear as he lines his penis with your entrance, gently pushing himself in. You give out a light moan as he enters you, hoping it'll encourage him to go a it rough to compensate. You're a little disappointed as he simply starts fucking you, slowly building up speed and depth.
"This isn't so bad..." he says pleasantly as he starts bottoming out in you. You try to moan in response, but one hand moves to cover your mouth. "Shhh - these tunnels echo, and we can't let them hear us..." he sounds a bit panicked, but on the plus side you can feel his cock twitching firmly - the last thought you have before you both climax is that you might have just given an angel a fetish.
His climax is short-lived, and after basking in the afterglow for a few moments, he pulls his hand from you mouth and his dick from your rear. "Thanks for that," he whispers as he starts walking out of the tunnel. You wonder if he'd let you use the bucket to wash yourself, but the answer seems pretty obvious. [[You leave the tunnel->bridge]] and try to ignore the mess."Down this path," they say, pointing towards the lake you saw before. "They were mining stone to build with, but some idiots dug into the waterbed - now it's just a hotspring. Of course, no one's allowed there, so I guess it's just aesthetic now." You wonder if that means you can visit. "The guards will stop you," they state, gesturing towards the guards across the bridge. Somehow you doubt they'll actually do anything.
You can still try to [[get laid->bridge washer sex]], or you can [[look somewhere else->bridge]] to get laid.This section is clearly a maintenance area, with pipes of all sizes traveling along the walls, littered with valves and pressure guages everywhere you look. You're no mechanic, but you're pretty sure things are in bad shape - many of the pipes are leaking water or blowing steam, and the moisture has clearly seeped into the floors, with many cracks leading into the earth below.
One door on the lower end opens into [[the pipe->pipe]] that takes you out of the city. Another door at a higher level leads to the areas beneath the city, but the door is visibly bolted shut.
Down a small corridor, you can see a figure sitting on one of the pipes. There's not enough light to make out details, but given the wings you can see, they must clearly be [[a demon->maintenance succubus]].You reach a hand out to the fence, when a vine coils itself off the metal bar and around your arm. You instinctively reach with your other arm, and soon both arms are trapped, your hands pinned against the fence. The plants in front of you pull aside, and a dark-colored tentacle emerges from between the bars. It makes its way towards your mouth, and you don't put up much of a fight as it slithers inside you. The tentacle pushes itself all the way to the back of your mouth before pulling back a bit, starting to pump itself in and out and squirting its lubricant freely. After a few moments, it pushes its way deeper, the soft creature easily squirming down your throat. Your legs may be free, but all you can really do is rock your hips in motion as the thing facefucks you, spreading its goo all along your throat, making its journey all the more slippery-smooth with every thrust. Once you start to feel like there's zero friction between your throat and the intruder, you see the base in front of you widening, as cum travels up its length in large globs that stretch the sides of the tentacle into orbs. The iron bar is barely wide enough to let them through, slowing the coming orgasm just a bit before the knots of cum travel inside your mouth, down your throat, and deposit themselves deep inside you. You watch as orb after orb of tentacle goo passed out of the darkness beyond the plants and into your mouth, filling you till your eyes start rolling back.
You're not sure when exactly it stops, but when it does, the tentacle finally retreats, the vines gently depositing you on the floor before returning to the fence. Your stomach is holding way more cum than it has any right to, and most of it starts pouring back out of your mouth - thanks to your lubed-up throat, it's coming back out really easily. You try it pour out into the steaming waters below, and by the time you feel rid of the gunk, your throat also feels back to normal.
(link-undo:"You're still not sure if that was a good or bad decision.")You're still not sure if that was a good or bad decision.The figure turns out to be a textbook succubus: bat wings, long hair, big breasts, and curvy thighs wrapped around an exposed vagina. She also doesn't seem to notice you until you're right in front of her, snapping her out of her train of thought.
"Hmm? What are you doing here?" she asks plainly. You're not even sure how you'd answer that question, but you could [[ask her the same->maintenance what]]. Alternatively, you could just [[leave->maintenance]]; she'll probbaly forget about you as soon as you turn around.The figure smiles at you. "I don't get a lot of visitors," she says. "Nobody cares about this place anymore, so I've got plenty of time."
You're not used to being given the initiative like that. Your mind fills with questions:
[[Digging?->quarry dig?]]
[[Lake?->quarry lake?]]
[[Boobs?->quarry boobs?]]
[[No one cares?->quarry cares?]]
[[Bulge?->quarry crotch?]]
You could [[leave->quarry]] at any time."This used to be a quarry. There was a lot of construction to be done, and not a lot of materials to do it. They gave me a job, and a bunch of underlings to do it. They took the underlings, but left me here." She shrugs. "I appreciate having all the time to think, now. Never had that before."(click-undo:?page)"Most of this place is obsidian and pumice and crap like that, but there was a good deposit of stone here. Nothing fancy like marble, but anything looks nice if you polish it. Digging near water is pretty dangerous, but there's a lot you can do to make it safer. Like building a barrier, whic they wouldn't let me do - said it was more urgent to move materials up to the city than to use them to build a wall. It would have been fine, as long as the waters kept flowing, but wherever this water drains out to, it stopped draining there. When the water level rose, I took the blame. It's pretty nice to relax in, though."(click-undo:?page)You couldn't help yourself. She seems more intrigued by the question than anything. "The higher your rank, the more skin you get to show," she explains. "I was far from a high-level angel... but like I said, nobody cares what happens around here, so I can get away with looking pretty."(click-undo:?page)"Whoever's been in charge of the city, they don't spend any more effort than they need to. If they can't see a problem, they just ignore it. I was supposed to head back after reclaiming whatever equipment I could... nobody's come looking for me since."(click-undo:?page)You *really* couldn't help yourself. Your host chuckles audibly. "You spend millenia being told what you can and can't do, then when you're free to do what you want, you might go a little overboard... and of course, the occasional demon passes by to give some encouragement." She rubs her crotch, without breaking eye contact with you. "I've come to like telling other people what to do instead... maybe you'd like to [[kneel for me->quarry kneel]]~?"
She's getting turned on, but her voice is still gentle; she won't mind if you [[leave->quarry]] now.You get down on your knees, all the better to appreciate the size of your host - she was already larger than the angels around the bridge, but from down here it feels as though she completely dwarfs you. You can still make out her smile, soothing you in an odd way as she steps over you, her big bulging crotch resting right in front of your face. You instinctively kiss it.
"You're as eager as any demon..." she hums in a pleased tone, placing one hand on your head and using the other to slide her bottom down. You lick your lips and wait, not willing to help without being given an order to. When her bulge finally comes into view, you can see that it's a magnificent horsecock, already throbbing and leaking pre - you scarcely notice the panties falling all the way to her ankles.
"Open wide~" she says, sweetly yet firmly. You obey, spreading your lips for your Mistress, inviting her dick into your mouth - an invitation she takes immediately. The flared head, still not fully erect, passes into your maw without much trouble, and her gently-bucking hips quickly start working your throat into submission as she inches her way deeper. Her pre is thick and addictive, at least from what you can taste before the tip vanishes past the back of your tongue, rewarding your throat more than your tongue. You're hardly in a position to complain - your face is full of dick, your vision is full of titty, and you're making a woman happy. What more could you ask for?
Soon she gives you more: her hips only move faster and faster, her gentle thrusts turning into a full facefucking, her massive cock finally reaching its full erection and spreading your throat wide. All the while, her hand remains on your head, keeping you firmly in place - not that it's necessary, since you're already exactly where you want to be.
It doesn't take much longer before her cock is bottomed out in you - she lets out a grunt of satisfaction as her balls smack against your chin. "I kept it small so it would still fit in the clothes... maybe I should reconsider~" You give her a whorish moan of approval around her cock, earning yourself the roughest thrusting so far,her balls slapping heabily against you with each motion, and then she reaches her climax, cumming straight down your throat, her urethra swelling against your throat as it fires seed directly into your gut.
her hand on your head loosens, but you don't pull out on your own. You wait until she grips you firmly once more, dragging her dick out of your throat herself - a motion that feels like it takes minutes to complete. When it finallyslides out of you, you have to take a deep breath, and she gives you an approving headpat. "Good pet~" she says softly. "Find me again sometime, alright?"
You nod happily, taking the time to clean yourself off with the lakewater before [[moving on->quarry]]."I just love all these piping-hot pipes," she says softly, patting the one she's sitting on. You become acutely aware of the sheer heat of them; it would surely be enough to burn a mortal, and here she is spreading her legs and drooling over it. "There's a tentacle beast in the drainage pipe - probably been there since [[before the angels came->maintenance angels?]], but I want to get it to move in here. Or at least its offspring." She sighs, resting her head on one of her hands, casually moving her other hand between her legs. "The damn thing can't even fit its eggs between the bars, let alone itself. It doesn't even try anymore."
She seems pretty upset about it all, though her lady parts are visibly drooling over the pipe. You don't really want to get your hands near those pipes, but maybe you could help her get off [[another way->maintenance sex]]... You could also [[walk away->maintenance]]; she'll perk up by the time you come back."They showed up a few centuries ago, kicked all of us demons out of our own city. A bunch of us stuck around - mostly just to see how things went." She waves her hand dismissively. "It's all gone to shit. They're tearing down parks to build new cathedrals, meanwhile all the infrastructure beneath their feet is crumbling. It's too late for me to fix it even if I wanted to."(click-undo:?page)You lean in to her sullen face, offering her a kiss. Her eyes perk up noticeably, and she smiles as she returns the kiss, taking her hand off her chin and placing it behind your back. You're a bit surprised at her suddenness, but your lips are now sealed together, her demonic tongue easily dancing into your mouth and playing with your own, and you can feel an intense heat from her mouth - no doubt related to her seat.
Once she's sure she has you where she wants you, she takes her hand off of your head, grabbing your hand and placing it on her breast. Her breasts are extremely hot, particularly the nipples, though that doesn't stop you from squeezing them aggressively, bringing up your second hand of your own volition to grab both of her tits. She moans into your mouth as you knead her demonic flesh, grinding her nipples with your thumbs every chance you got.
She soon has both of her hands between her legs, masturbating furiously as she passionately kisses you and you passionately assault her breasts. It isn't long before she starts moaning heavily into your mouth, and you can feel girlcum hitting your legs - naturally, she's quite a squirter. Her fingers don't stop moving for quite a while, leaving the pipe she's sitting on - and especially the floor below it - absolutely soaked.
You're not sure who breaks the kiss first, but the drool connecting the two of you hangs visibly for a full minute, before your partner licks it up with her tongue. "Thanks for that~" she says sweetly, before licking her fingers. With your work here done, you [[turn back->maintenance]].