Greta enjoys orgy night much more than expected! Later, our group gets some unexpected reprieve from the madness of the trials!

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Greta had never experienced such raw, overwhelming arousal before. Maybe it was due to her time as a minotaurous, but she felt utterly drawn toward the minotaur man. He wore only a loincloth with a noticeable bulge nearly pushing the loose fabric aside.

She must have been staring pretty hard because the bestial man eventually grinned and stared right at her. “You like what you see? Why don’t we kick things off?” He asked in a lustful baritone as he walked towared Greta with powerful strides.

“I-- well…” Greta’s cheeks flushed crimson as the man approached. He was easily two or three heads taller than her, and was probably many times her weight, with thick, rippling muscles bulging through his dark fur. Her vulva writhed and her nipples ached; she needed to have this superior male specimen inside of her.

The minotaur slid an arm around Greta’s backside and pulled her gently to his chest, sliding a hand over her back. “You have a wonderful scent, succubus,” he purred, slipping his fingers over her tail’s base.

“A-- ahhh…” Her loins erupted into a torrent of tingly heat as the massive male stroked her sensitive tail. She felt his erection press against her, slipping through his loin cloth. When she glacned down, her pupils dilated upon seeing the humongous, throbbing dark shaft. His must flooded her nostrils and she nearly fell to her knees and took his manhood into her mouth right then and there. ‘Will that fit?... How?’ She instinctively knew her body would adjust to accommodate him. Succubi were beings of pure sex and they were designed to handle men of all shapes and sizes.

“You’re new to this, aren’t you?” The man asked.

Greta immediately blushed and shifted her eyes away. “I-- I suppose you could say that,” she murmured. Was she doing something wrong? For this prime male specimen to notice how green she was, she must have been doing something incorrectly. “Oh, don’t worry,” the minotaur said with a raspy grow-like purr. “It’s just a vibe you give off-- a wonderful one. Don’t worry,” he promised, sliding a hand over Greta’s cheek.

Greta’s heart raced as she found herself unable to resist the man’s charm. How big was he? Why coudln’t she stop thinking about it? “I am happy to hear that… Yes, I’m fairly new, but I am eager to please you,” she promised. The words left her mouth since she thought that’s what she should say. She hadn’t expected to actually mean those words, but the eagerness swelling within her coudln’t be denied.

“I will take the lead,” the minotaur insisted, nostrils flaring. “The name’s Roknar.”

Before Greta could respond, she felt Roknar’s strong hands slide under her skirt and over her hips. As soon as he did so, a blazing inferno erupted within her loins. She gasped and shivered, breaking into goosebumps as the minotaur lifted her and gently pinned her to one of the soft, fluffy beds. “Ahhh…” She cried as the male’s calloused hands traced the smooth skin of her thighs. Pheromone-addled perspiration coated her body, filling the room along with the other succubi who were beginning their sexual adventures.

As Roknar started to kiss Greta’s neck and undress her, she glanced over to see a couple other succubi had approached to join in with the demonic man and the barbarian. All the while, a devilish grin appeared on Ingrid’s face, her body starting to quiver and wobble before expanding into a shapeless, gelatinous mass.

‘What is she doing?’ Greta mused, secretly hoping Ingrid would show her just how sexy slime could be. Before getting too lost in thought, she found herself completely naked and on her back while the minotaur stood above her. Her heart raced and her eyes widened when she watched him strip from the loin cloth and toss it to the floor. His mighty cock sprang forth, thick as an arm and with precum dripping from the tip. ‘Holy shit…’ Her tail swished wildly and she found herself salivating. Succubi not only got to enjoy patrons such as Roknar, but they got paid to do so. They made money while doing the one thing that brought them the most satisfaction in life; she couldn’t help but admire their business acumen.

“I will start doing as I please with you. If I begin to do something that upsets you, let me know and I will stop,” the minotaur said warmly.

Greta just nodded, unable to pry her eyes away from the thick shaft. He smelled incredible-- his cock smeleld incredible. She found herself unconsciously spreading her legs and adjusting her hips in preparation, eagerly awaiting the night ahead. When she glanced down, she felt dissonance upon seeing her nude form. She clearly saw her breasts, her smooth skin and her curves. Her waist and hips tapered into a succulent, feminine V line leading to her throbbing vulva’s cleft. As Roknar descended, she could hardly believe the situation she was in. Moans filled the room, mingling with the smokey fragrance of the braizers and the succubus pheromones. She was the woman in this sexual encounter, submissive and undeniably female as Roknar leaned in and pressed his lips to her neck.

“Ahhh…” Greta blushed and writhed as the large male’s teeth gently pressed against her sensitive skin. Her pussy ached and twitched in anticipation, but Roknar’s cock didn’t yet enter her. She could only squirm and purr as a firm hand grabbed her breast and squeezed before gently pinching her nipple and rubbing it between his finger and thumb.

“How is this?” Roknar asked softly.

Greta wanted to respond by locking her legs behind her soon-to-be mat’es hips and pulling him forward so his cock slipped into her tight body. She bit her lip and tried to retain some semblance of dignity. “I-- I am enjoying this,” she confessed. Before she could think straight, she leaned in and kissed the man deeply, forcing her tongue into his mouth as he readily returned the gesture.

Meanwhile, Ingrid found her own niche. Without static form, she wrapped her slime tendrils around the barbarian and male demon, starting to pleasure them along with the succubi they had chosen. “I can feel everything,” the slime woman purred. She altered the quality of her viscous body, making it into an aphrodesiac that increased pleasure and caused a warm, tingly sensation. As she did so, she wrapped her slime around the cocks of both patrons as they prepared to enter their women. The barbarian took his succubus from behind, bending her over onto her knees. The demon man sat in a chair and pulled his mate onto his lap, slowly inching her downward as a cacophony of moans echoed through the air.

Greta watched the other two couples intertwining with Ingrid and felt something-- negative? She blinked and tried to determine the negative emotion. As the head of Roknar’s throbbing member just barely pressed into the folds at her vulva’s base, she lturned beet-red and realized what she was feeling. ‘Jealousy.’ The word echoed in her mind. “Mmm-- oooh…” She wrapped her legs around Roknar as the tip of his cock slid into her aching vagina. Wasn’t she supposed to feel embarrassed? Humiliated, even? As Gareth, she had been an incredibly heterosexual man. After spending an inordinate amount of time as a woman, the line between male and female-- of right and wrong, had entirely blurred. Succubi needed to make love and absorb vital male essence. It was part of her genetic makeup and she logically knew she had no real choice in the matter. ‘Should I cut myself some slack?’ She wondered.

Before she could get too lost in thought, and before Roknar’s cock slid in further, tendrils of slime started coiling around her legs, gently squeezing her thighs as the aphrodesiac permeated her skin and somehow increased her arousal. “Ahhh!” She squealed in delight, feeling a sense of great joy. Roknar’s dick slid halfway in as Ingrid’s slime tendrils coiled around his cock, coating the rock-hard pillar as it sank into Geta.

“Ahhh-- fuck yes…” The minotaur groaned as he slid in further and further, stretching his mate’s body to its apparent limit.

A potent orgasmic burst rippled through Greta as her hips arched and pressed to meet Roknar’s advances. She simultaneously felt Ingrid’s slime swirling and kneading her vaginal walls, enhancing the pleasure ten-fold. At some point, she expected the minotaur’s dick to hit her cervix, unable to go any further. That, however, did not happen. Her insides spasmed and churned, accomodating the prime male’s manhood, inch by inch. Before long, he had pushed all the way to the hilt, letting out a roar of triumph as he withdrew and pushed again.

“Ahhh… This is lovely,” Ingrid giggled. Two additional slime tentacles wrapped around Greta’s arms and bound them above her head. Smaller strands of slick, semi-solid fluid broke off and corkscrewed around her tits, giving them a firm squeeze as the tips latched onto her nipples and began to suck.

Greta found herself in a sea of ecstasy, writhing and purring as euphoric bursts tore through her chest and nethers like an untamed maelstrom Oh, how wonderful it was to experience carnal bliss in a female body. She allowed Roknar and Ingrid to pleasure her; sucking and thrusting, her body writhing and twisting as her pussy spasmed and desperately contracted around Roknar’s cock. ‘I shoiuldn’t-- I shouldn’t enjoy this… I shouldn’t love this so much,’ she moaned.

The next minutes were a complete blur. At some point, she ended up on her hands and knees while Roknar thrusted from behind. Ingrid’s slimy tendrils sucked on her clitoris and nipples while orgasms repeatedly assailed her. Another large elven man appeared with his cock out, at the perfect height for Greta to lick her lips and greedily lean in to begin sucking. Slime enveloped everyone in the vicinity and she happily got to consume the seed of men from both ends as it sprayed down her throat and into her pussy hole.

“Mm-- ahhhhhh!” Her tail flailed wildly before instinctively snaking around Roknar’s cock and balls, giving a gentle squeeze. Succubus tails were flexible and prehensile, allowing her to easily get a hold on her mate.

Roknar moaned in delight. His cock slid into Greta harder and harder, while her tail and Ingrid’s slime worked as a pleasure multiplier. Where succubus magic was involved, men found themselves able to cum repeatedly and long into the night.

“Y-- Yessss!” Greta moaned out as she began to see white. She hungrily slurped up cum and pushed against Roknar, starting to see stars as all semblance of rational thought left her head. Was it really so bad? She got to enjoy all-consuming pleasure while simultaneously progressing through the Trials of Gaia. Surely things could be much worse.

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The next day, Ingrid, Greta, and Chalce sat together on a couch in Lucilia’s private chamber. “All three of you performed admirably!” She cheered, giving them a wide grin. “Because of that, I have decided to pass all three of you onto the next trial-- well… The next trial is actually a freebie; consider it a rest stop along the way.”

Greta and Chalce both appeared quite embarrassed, with Chalce fidgeting with her fingers and keeping her eyes to the floor, and Greta keeping her hands over her crimson-red face, unable to forget the night of female ecstasy she experienced.

Well, then! When you pass through the portal, you will be cleansed of your succubus genes. And, to you, Greta, I am sure you will be pleased with the outcome,” she giggled with a bow of her head. With that, she snapped her fingers and a sky blue portal opened in the middle of the room.

“I-- I am both ready to leave and never wanting to leave,” Chalce huffed as she stood up with a sigh.

Ingrid laughed. “I had a marvelous time! I got to feed off so many different types of mana; it was truly an exhilerating experience.”

Greta could only raise an eyebrow as she stood and raised an eyebrow. She’d be pleased, huh? Also-- a rest stop? What did that mean? “Care to elaborate on any of the things you said?” She asked, casting Lucilia an incredulous look. She then fidgeted with the white button-up shirt she had put on to gain some semblance of modesty.

“Hmmm…” Lucilia placed her fingers on her cheek. “I can say a little. To reach this rest stop means you’re all doing very well. Not many make it far enough to reach a stage of rest after all. Many consider it a halfway point to reach such a milestone. You will have a few weeks to relax, recover, and enjoy the amenities.”

Greta recalled something about these ‘rest’ stages. There had been heroes temporarily returned from the trials to great honor, where they were spoiled and treated well before continuing onward. “We get to return to our world for a short time, right?”

"Yup! And, as trial-goers, you will be treated quite well. There’s no one specific place you can spend this time, so I picked a location for you. You’d best get going!” Lucilia chimed, gesturing to the portal.

Greta could only hope she’d get to be male again as she sighed and nodded. “Come on, everyone. We might as well.”

The group said their goodbyes and Greta was the first to enter the portal. Like before, she felt a torrent of energy crash around her as she herdled between dimensions, feeling as though she might throwup. She closed her eyes tight and tried to keep herself calm and in control. ‘Grit and bear it-- grit and bear it…’

She felt her body warping and changing, hoping beyond all hope that she’d get her cock back this time around.

As soon as it begun, it ended. Greta appeared a few feet above the ground and fell into shallow water. “N-- Nyaa!~” She femininely cried as she found herself soaking wet. “W-- Wait!” She immediately felt her top clinging to her breasts, and the water engulfing her vulva. “Dammit!” She screamed as she stood to her feet. White hair cascaded past her shoulders and she quickly lifted her hands to feel a set of feline ears atop her head. “A cat-- cat girl?” She gasped, turning beet-red.

She stared up from the water and saw a sprawling, seaside city beyond the white beach sands. Men and women with varying animal traits relaxed and enjoyed themselves; it truly seemed like they arrived in paradise.

“The trial-goers are here!” A man from the beach shouted and waved over as the other two came through the portal behind Greta.