"Hoo…Hoo…Hoo."
Roger was breathing heavily, leaning against a tall tree with lush branches and leaves, with a look of shock on his face. Just now, his unfortunate teacher was torn in half by an inexplicable monster. That scene frightened Roger so much that his legs went weak even though he had traveled around the world with his teacher since he was a child and was used to seeing scenes of slaughter.
"Gurgle…Gurgle…"
The disgusting sound of the monster was heard not far away, and Roger quickly covered his mouth with his hands. The horror of that monster filled all his bones, flesh and blood from head to toe with fear, and before he knew it, cold sweat had soaked his worn leather armor. His swordsmanship teacher, the man who saved him from bandits when he was young and had been traveling with him for all these years, was a high-level swordsman with fifth-level fighting spirit!
Even if he was placed in the imperial capital, he could have been a general, but he couldn't even withstand the two claws of the monster.
Although Roger was only a seventeen-year-old boy, he had been learning swordsmanship from his swordsmanship teacher John since he was six years old, practicing fighting spirit, and traveling around to hunt monsters. After eleven years, his strength had reached the third level. Ordinary monsters could only run away when they met him. Even against a ferocious flame tiger, he had the confidence to fight.
However, in front of this thing, he could not muster the courage to resist. He could not care about the tragic death of John, who was both his teacher and father like figure. He could only flee while the monster was devouring John's body.
"I told you not to come to this damn place, but you insisted on coming. Now look what happened!" Roger thought angrily in his heart, but he didn't even dare to breathe.
Two days ago, the master and his disciple discussed where to go to hunt monsters for some money. Roger was timid and wanted to kill some ice beasts on the safer banks of the Magma River and get some low-level ice magic crystals. But John, following the principle that the higher the risk, the greater the benefit, chose the Ravenfall forest without a doubt. The master and disciple had a big fight over this.
The scenery in the Ravenfall Forest is as beautiful as a fairyland, with towering trees with luxuriant branches and leaves, colorful flowers and wild fruits, and a clear stream flowing slowly, making visitors linger. Of course, even if you want to leave, you may not be able to. In the vast continent of Nirn, Ravenfall Forest is one of the seven "places of no return".
Not returning naturally means that once you go, you can never come back. In the lengthy epic books, there are countless heroes who flew to heaven and earth, slayed dragons and slayed demons, but who entered the Ravenfall Forest and were never heard from again, and were lost in the vast history. Not to mention the ordinary adventurers, who would become food for the monsters within a few miles of entering the forest, without even a complete corpse left. Although it is said that there is more wealth hidden in the depths of Ravenfall Forest than in a country, in the past two or three hundred years, few people have dared to enter Ravenfall Forest.
It was too late to blame Old John for his stupidity. Roger listened to the monster's footsteps getting farther and farther away until he could no longer hear them. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked out from behind the tree, thinking about how to get out of this damn jungle.
Fortunately, they didn't go too deep into the jungle and were still on the outskirts. If he ran out now, they should be able to leave the Ravenfall Forest in less than half a day. Thinking of this, Roger turned his head to determine the direction.
This turn of his head almost scared him to the point of peeing. The huge monster was standing quietly behind him, staring at him. It was a monster about four meters tall and sized like a ground dragon, but its face had a vertical slit covered with fangs, like a Venus flytrap. Its claws were long and sharp, and were still stained with John's fresh blood. The long tail swung back and forth, and the gusts of wind it created blew down the leaves of the nearby trees.
"Don't eat me... No... Don't eat me! I don't want to die..." Roger covered his eyes with his hands and curled up into a ball. When it comes to fear of death, there is probably no warrior on the continent of Nirn who is more afraid of death than him. Seeing the huge danger approaching, Roger could not muster the courage to resist.
Various scenes flashed through his mind, all of which were beautiful memories from the past. There was the passionate feeling when John first took him to a brothel to find a woman when he was twelve years old, there was the pride of drinking and bragging with other adventurers in the tavern, there was the surprise and pleasure when he took the magic crystal out of the body of the monster, and there was the ecstasy when he bought a new sword.
"Is this the memory before death? Old John, that bastard really killed me! When I reach the world of the dead, I will definitely settle this account with you!" Roger thought, closed his eyes in despair, stretched his neck and waited for death.
But after waiting for a long time, Roger didn't see the monster move, so he removed his hands that were covering his eyes and slowly opened his eyes. The monster was still standing there, staring at him quietly. Roger stood up and looked around at the monster who seemed to be lost in thought.
Suddenly, the monster moved. The huge noise scared Roger. He wanted to run, but after taking a few steps back, he realized something was wrong. If the monster really wanted to kill him, it would have killed him long ago. Why would it wait until now and make such a big noise?
Thinking of this, Roger couldn't help but stop again. He wanted to see what would happen next. However, being a cautious man, he would not let go of the chance to escape. He found a better angle to escape, hid beside a tree and watched what would happen.
The monster was seen squirming, its huge black body constantly deforming like a slime, and finally turned into a huge black ball. Before Roger could react, the ball exploded with a "bang", and balls of black mucus flew everywhere, even Roger who was hiding a little further away got some of it.
"Huh?" Roger frowned in confusion. The black mucus did not emit a foul smell or a bloody smell, but rather a strong, obscene smell. Roger was very familiar with this smell. It was this smell when he licked the pussy of a prostitute named Sophie in Maple Leaf Town two days ago.
"Come here, boy." A charming call came into his ears. The sound like a gasp made Roger's blood boil. He looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a naked woman standing there where the black ball had just exploded. No, or rather, a female demon.
A pair of long red horns rising into the sky, a pair of blood-red pupils, long silver hair, and a face of incomparable beauty, a pair of exaggeratedly large breasts, and big firm buttocks, and her pussy hide behind a small bush, a slender and constantly swaying tail and a pair of pitch-black demonic wings.
Succubus.
Roger once heard an adventurer describe the appearance of a succubus, and it was exactly the same as the one before him. This kind of monster, which represents the utmost lust and evil, usually only appears in the high-level hells. Roger did not expect to see it on the continent of Nirn. Influenced by her beautiful appearance and lewd aura, he lost his mind for a moment and could not help but follow her call, walking towards her step by step.
"You want..." The succubus's body was filled with the smell of lust. When she saw Roger approaching her, she suddenly stretched out her right hand, reached into Roger's pants, grabbed Roger's lower body, and gently stroked the hot cock, saying in a charming voice: "What do you want to do to me?"
Roger swallowed his saliva. He was a little pervert who couldn't resist the temptation of even a prostitute, let alone this peerless succubus. Unable to speak, he could only nod his head desperately.
"Hehe..." The succubus smiled, and that smile was so beautiful that it was truly enchanting. Suddenly she pulled down Roger's pants, and with a "swish", Roger's pants fell to his knees. She squatted down, took Roger's cock into her mouth, and began to suck and lick it.
"Oh... My Father! Oh my God..." Roger almost fainted because of the beauty. He started visiting prostitutes at the age of twelve, and he had sleep with at least a dozen women every year with John, but no woman had ever made him feel so good. His sexual ability is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and it is no problem for him to have sex with two or three women in one night. But in front of this succubus, he actually ejaculated before she had even licked him for a minute. The thick white semen filled the beautiful succubus' mouth, and her charming facial features and expression made her look even more lewd.
"Haha... now it's your turn..." The succubus spit out Roger's cock and stood up from the ground. Seeing Roger slumped on the ground with pleasure, she couldn't help but feel playful and stood up and presented her vagina to Roger.
The skin of the demons is bluish, so what Roger saw under the desolate grass was a light blue abalone. He reached out and pried open the abalone, revealing the soft pink flesh inside, from which gray-brown vaginal fluid was still flowing out.
"Ahh..." The succubus screamed, arousing Roger's desire again.
On impulse, Roger grabbed the succubus's buttocks with both hands, stuck out his tongue and licked her vulva fiercely. Then the tongue, like a small cock, suddenly drilled into the succubus's vagina. The gray-brown liquid is more lewd smelling than normal prostitutes. But Roger felt that it was like a heavenly rain, so delicious that it was intoxicating. He only hated that his tongue couldn't grow longer so that it could penetrate deeper into the succubus's vagina.
"Oh...oh...ah...your tongue is so good! Ah..." the succubus screamed passionately and pressed her lustful vagina hard against Roger's face. Keep brushing back and forth.
"Agghn!" The passionate moan seemed to ignite something. Roger suddenly pushed the succubus down like a wild beast, turned over and pressed on her. One hand vigorously rubbed her big breasts, and with the other hand held his cock, which had already been as hard as a steel sword, and pressed it against the succubus's vagina.
"Come, fuck me... fuck me... come in quickly..." the succubus shouted loudly, her voice sharp and piercing.
Roger, who had lost his mind, suddenly raised his hips and pushed forward, and the entire penis pushed in. The big cock that he was so proud of, the one that made countless prostitutes dream about it and scream in ecstasy, suddenly hit the soft flesh at the end. The succubus suddenly howled, it was an extremely happy and beautiful howl.
"It feels so good... hurry up... hurry up... it feels so good! Fuck me hard... fuck me ..." As the cock twitched, the magic fluid in the succubus's body kept flowing like a flood breaking through a dam, and the gray-brown liquid immediately flowed all over the ground. She kept twisting her hips to please Roger, pinching her other breast with her left hand, touching the fleshy bud on her vagina with her right hand, and her legs tightly wrapped around Roger, enjoying it to the fullest.
Roger was so excited that he couldn't help but raise his hand and slap the succubus. With a "snap" sound, five finger marks were left on her pale blue butt. He panted and said, "Fuck, bitch, do you enjoy it when I fuck you?"
"It feels so good... so good..." The severe pain made the succubus even more excited. She smiled seductively and screamed even louder. "Fuck me harder!"
"Huh... Huh... Huh..." Roger used more and more force. His big cock was like a hammer hitting a cast iron sword, constantly pounding into the succubus's secret passage, squeezing out waves of her vaginal liquid.
Suddenly, Roger felt a numbness in his waist. He knew he had reached his limit, so he pushed hard and his big cock penetrated the deepest part of the succubus, where he started to ejaculate. The thick white liquid poured into the succubus's womb in large quantities.
"Ah! Ah!" The succubus's body trembled suddenly when she was poured with this semen. Her vagina contracted and waves of vaginal fluid spurted out. If it weren't for Roger's penis blocking it, it would have sprayed out so high that no one knew how high it would have gone.
After pulling out his penis from the succubus's vagina and watching the milky white liquid slowly flowing out of her vagina, Roger lay on his back contentedly on the ground, breathing heavily.
"This is so fucking awesome!" Roger sighed. He felt like all the times he had fucked these past few years were in vain. After fucking this succubus, if he were asked to fuck those prostitutes with mediocre looks again, he would not be able to do it. Thinking of this, Roger couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
Before he could catch his breath, he suddenly felt a body coming towards him. Roger looked down and saw it was a succubus.
Her wings drooped, and her full breasts were flattened against his chest. Her delicate nipples scraped his skin, and her vagina, which was filled with his fluid, rubbed against his thighs. Waves of sticky feeling came from under his feet.
Leaning over, the succubus placed her mouth next to Roger's ear and whispered coquettishly:
"I want to..."