Kalindraa’s hands had moved back to Thorvik’s buttocks, squeezing and caressing them as she pulled him even deeper into her throat (all 12” inches of him), sucking harder as her tongue traced the ridge of his cock. It is too much ! The ecstasy is too intense ! I won’t last much longer ! Thorvik thought, as he desperately tried to recite the hymn while eating pussy and struggling not to cum.
The lips of the Spider-Succubus continued to pull at him, her throat constricting around his member, milking it as her tongue, slithered and fluttered over his shaft, swirling and twirling over the sensitive tip, coaxing him to surrender his cum and condemn himself to an unthinkable fate.
“Aaah !” Thorvik moaned under the attentions, causing him to lose his place in the Hymn Of Protection. As he continued to suck on the pussy lips of the succubus, the barbarian cursed himself for his weakness and realized he’d have to start reciting the Hymn all over again and he doubted whether he’d have the time or endurance to complete it.
Thorvik could feel his cock reach the back of Kalindraa’s throat, which continued to constrict around his member as she sucked even harder, causing his eyes to roll up into his head as the sweet sensations intensified, pushing Thorvik to the limits of his endurance as he began to recite the Hymn, from the beginning.
The two golden hands caressing and kneading his buttocks, now started to pull them apart and Kalindraa’s index finger teased up and down the crack of his ass.
Sensing what was going to happen, Thorvik renewed his struggling against the strong-yet feminine golden hands holding him spread-eagle, clenched his buttocks in defiance and said “Do not even think ab-UNGHHHH !” as Kalindraa pushed her middle finger inside of the mighty warrior, causing him to grunt and the Acolytes below to laugh in amusement.
In between licks at Kalindraa’s pussy, Thorvik grunted, “I-I am the Sacred Son of the Northern Kingdoms and the ‘Terror of the Tundras’ a-and I will not be touched like a c-common street harlot!” before continuing, “Y-you have gone too far you vile creature…r-remove y-your finger from of my ass !”
In response to his demand, Kalindraa inserted a second finger inside Thorvik, making him grunt in fury and lust as she began to sensuously finger-fuck him in rhythm with her cocksucking, escalating their erotic battle to a new level.
Gritting his teeth and gasping in arousal, Thorvik mentally cursed himself for, yet again, getting distracted and losing his place with the Hymn of Protection; now he’d have to completely start over and he wasn’t sure how much more of this sweet torture his cock could take.
The blissful anguish of Kalindraa’s mouth continued working in unison with the fingers that plunged in and out of him was exciting beyond anything he’d ever experienced. Thorvik knew he had an iron will, but would it be a match against Kalindraa’s talents ? Besides her sorcery and demonic powers, the accursed creature had been cocksucking for eons and knew all the sweet spots to exploit and, as if to prove this point, Kalindraa’s tongue fluttered over the very tip of Thorvik’s cock, battering it with a million subtle butterfly flicks before her mouth bore down on the shaft, sucking with even greater ferocity as her throat squeezed the shaft like a vise made of warm velvet.
The delicious torment was too much and too intense. Thorvik could feel the beginnings of the floating sensations that would swell into a full orgasm and were that to happen, the consequences were too unbearable for him to even contemplate.
Were Thorvik (or any man) to climax in any of her orifices, his soul would be immediately condemned to the Hell Harems, where legions of succubi that he’d sent back there, eager for revenge, would inflict all manner of unendurable pleasures and humiliations upon his flesh for all eternity !
I…Must…Not…Cum..! Thorvik thought as he continued to recite the Hymn in between licks and sucks upon Kalindraa’s pussy.
For Thorvik it was an eternity of getting sucked and finger-fucked with both becoming deeper as he struggled to recite the Hymn between moans, grunts and pussy licks until he finally uttered the final word for the Hymn Of Protection…
A blinding white flash of Ozir’s power exploded between Thorvik and Kalindraa, separating them from each other. I am saved ! Thorvik thought as he struggled to get to his feet, knowing that he was now immune to Kalindraa’s charms and lips.
Knees weak, Thorvik’s engorged cock still thobbed with desire from Kalindraa’s erotic torture, but it would have to wait; later, after he had dispatched of the Spider-Goddess, he would satiate his lust for womanflesh and vengeance by fucking and murdering her Acolytes.
Getting to her feet, Kalindraa said, “A pity I was not able to ingest your soul and send you to the Hell-Harems, where I’m sure my sister succubi would have met you with a warm and moist welcome !”
Thorvik noticed that DawnKeeper was only feet away from where he’d dropped it. Kneeling down to grab the holy weapon and eager to use it to put an end to this day of all the indignities and shameful acts that had been perpetrated on his person.
Suddenly, Thorvik was tackled by the Acolytes of the Spider Goddess and the bitch that he spared, Tura kicked DawnKeeper away from his grasping hand….
Easily shrugging off the Acolytes, Thorvik moved to grab his sword only to, once again, have Kalindraa descend from the ceiling on a stand of golden webbing, interposing herself between Thorvik and his only means of victory.
Thorvik knew he would die this day, but would not lose his soul to Kalindraa and be sent to the Hell-Harems. An acceptable price and fate he thought, resigning himself.
Smirking and addressing Kalindraa with defiance, Thorvik said, “Come then, I’ll happily die in battle with you succubus, so that I may see combat on the Heavenly Battlefields of Ozir, fighting alongside the One True God himself and free of the wiles and treachery of weak-minded females.”
Smiling and cocking her head to the side, all of Kalindraa’s eight eyes narrowed in playful shrewdness as she said, “No. No, I think not. I have a better fate in mind for the great ‘Succubus-Slayer’ than dying in battle.” Kalindraa said as magical strands of unbreakable golden-webbing emanated from her finger and laced themselves around Thorvik’s engorged cock and balls and tightened, causing him to gasp.
“If you won’t cum for me, I’ll see to it that you never cum again ! Those strands will keep you permanently hard and chaste. That foot-long cock of yours is now useless !”
In shock and rage, Kabot screamed at the Spider-Goddess, “I AM THE LION OF THE NORTH AND THE CHOSEN WARRIOR OF OZIR, THE ONE, TRUE GOD AND —MMMppphhh !”, Thorvik’s bluster was suddenly cut off by more strands of golden webbing that filled his mouth and wrapped around his head, like a makeshift ball-gag.
Kalindraa then walked off into the darkness, tugging Thorvik along by his new cock-leash of unbreakable silken webbing with the remaining Spider-Acolytes following along and chanting in triumph.
EPILOGUE:
Two days later, the secret church of the Spider-Goddess held a special meeting with the various bandit gangs and thieves’ guilds to plan around and celebrate the capture of Thorvik Kabot; with the “Sacred Scion Of the North” out of the way, they could now accelerate and expand upon their plans.
The celebration of this was wild with food, drink and carousing with a nude Thorvik Kabot as the centerpiece, having been cocooned in unbreakable, transparent gauze-webbing and hung, upside-down over the main feast table, where scantily clad Spider-Acolytes teased and toyed with the only part of the legendary Succubus-Slayer that wasn’t cocooned: Thorvik’s 12” inch cock, permanently trapped in a state of extreme arousal with no hope of orgasm. The foot-long cock throbbed and extended prominently from its owner’s cocoon-prison, almost defiantly.
Full-breasts exposed & wearing only a few pieces of ceremonial jewelry and a decorative loincloth, Tura licked and kissed at the exposed head of Thorvik’s throbbing cock, stopping briefly to ask condescendingly, “Do you like how I service you with my mouth “Master “ ?”
In response, Thorvik squirmed helplessly under her attentions, glared at Tura and issued more threats muffled by the spidersilk ballgag which was met by laughter from the partygoers.
EPILOGUE II:
Two years later, the Northern Kingdoms were forced to negotiate with the Spider-Goddess (the Northern Kingdoms crusades against the primitive tribes of the Equatorial Union had not been going well and the loss of Thorvik Kabot had been a devastating and unexpected blow)
As an added indignity, Kalindraa forced Drugo, King of the Northern Kingdoms to personally sign the negotiation. Drugo and his entourage had to formalize and celebrate the treaty in the very same room where Thorvik Kabot still hung, squirming in his cocoon and his permanently-engorged cock, slick from saliva and pre-cum, was still being tormented by the hands, lips and tongues of Tura and the Spider-Acolytes she had trained in the art.
Over the course of endless and prolonged cockteasing, Thorvik Kabot’s muffled threats and demands had long since melted into muffled pleadings and moans of unquenched lust and arousal.
Drugo’s hand shook as he signed and he and his entourage cringed in embarrassment as the awkward silence was broken by Kabot’s muffled “ooh’s” and “aah’s” as Tura’s expert tongue fluttered over the very tip of his helpless cock.
Sitting upon her shrinal-throne, Kalindraa smiled.
Is this to be the final fate for Thorvik Kabot, Succubus-Slayer ?
[i]Author’s Notes:
This story was inspired by many of the sword & sorcery/fantasy stories of the 70’s & 80’s that seemed to have a misogynistic tone to them, with most strong female characters getting raped and the very act itself, often played for laughs.
I wanted to do a story, where the larger than life misogynistic “hero” of the tale starts off strong, but winds up getting defeated & captured by the villainess and is then subjected to intense and prolonged sexual humiliation.
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