GAME CLOSED DUE TO CO AUTHOR REQUEST<br/>(lack of time)<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Boosxe6.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><em>Omara</em></div></div><br/>Omara gasped as her mother, Evee, bit down on her nipple.<strong>"Oh yes mother,"</strong>the woman cried as as electric sensation traveled through her body,<strong>"You feel so good, yes yes!"</strong>Of course the nipple bite was nothing compared to her mother's futa cock stretching her silly.  She could feel her succubus mother's demonic cum sloshing inside of her, as<span class="bbc_u"> she'd already ridden her mother to one orgasm</span>(http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Nyuunzi/563206/Jugs-of-Milk).  But the night was long, and Omara knew that there'd be<span class="bbc_u">many more orgasms</span>(https://i.imgur.com/fzpklDI.jpg) before they both fell asleep.<strong> "I don't want you to leave in the mornings mother, no no!"</strong>Omara cried out.  But she knew this was the last night she'd see her mother, Evee, before she had to wake up to find herself alone.  Wait, how did Omara know that?  How could she possibly know that her mother, a succubus, would leave her in the morning?<br/><br/>As the thought occurred to her, everything began to fade, the fantasy of the situation dissolving away like mist as consciousness claimed Omara.  It had been but a dream, a memory of the last night she and Evee had spent together.  The memory of that event, a few months ago clung to Omara as she swam upwards from the depths of sleep into consciousness.  'Hung over' was a term that floated through Omara's teifling mind as she struggled back to wakefullness.  She groaned softly and felt like she could still feel her mother's futa cock deep inside her wanting cunt.  Then she noticed the feeling of warmth on either side of her, on top of her, and she struggled to open her eyes, a mighty task indeed.<br/><br/>She blinked her eyes open and shut them quickly.  It was so bright in this inn's room.  But she started to remember.  She remembered drink after drink last night that had devolved into an orgy right in the tap room.  She'd let her lusts go too long unfulfilled and they had taken over.  Combined with far too much ale, she'd lost control.  She remembered laying on a dirty beer soaked table,<span class="bbc_u">taking on anyone and everyone</span>(http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Evulchibi/592775/Mystra-tavern-night).  For how long she didn't know, but she remembered those with the most stamina had convinced her to adjourn upstairs when the tavernkeeper had finally had enough of the lewd display.  Of course he'd only had enough after he'd spent himself twice, but such was the way of things.  So now here she was, sandwiched between two strangers who were not likely to wake for hours more.  Her half succubus heritage meant that she had a sexual stamina that no mortal could match, and if her well used and pleasantly aching holes and throat were any sense, it had taken many people to satisfy her last night.  More, she could feel the thick cool feeling of<span class="bbc_u">a sex toy still jammed in between her nethers</span>(https://i.imgur.com/QyEbt7R.jpg?1).  No wonder she'd dreamed about Evee's glorious futa cock inside her.<br/><br/>Slowly, carefully, she slid her hand down her lithe body, feeling dried cum and fluids covering her skin, caked on and flaking.<em> 'Wonderful'</em>she thought un-ironically as she relished the feeling.  Then to her swollen and wonderfully abused pussy lips.  Gripping the still slick toy, she pulled it from her, feeling a copious trickle of spunk flowing out as it popped free.  Unable to resist she dipped a finger in the warm spunk and brought it to her lips, tasting it.  Immediately her hangover felt just a little bit better and she suppressed the urge to sigh with contentment.  She really didn't want to wake the strangers on either side of her.  Not that she wanted to sneak out, but she did want to get moving, and a three way first thing in the morning was a sure fire hangover cure, but would likely lead her to losing several more hours in what already looked like mid morning.<br/><br/>She slid out from beneath the arm of a sleeping elf and rolled off the bed.  Thankfully she found her belongings piled near the door.  She would have hated herself if she'd lost anything important.  Donning her garments, one last gift from her mother Evee, she checked the magical pouch that hung from her belt.  The extra dimensional space was much larger on the inside than it was on the outside and let her carry her belongings without need of a heavy backpack.  Ah good, all of her coin was still there, her staff, everything.  Apparently she hadn't paid a single coin for last night's drinks.  Her aching anus reminded her that she hadn't paid with coin at least.  Slipping from the room she shut the door as quietly as possible and breathed a sigh of relief.  Only now that she was in the hallway did she realize how strongly that room had smelt of sex, cum, and lust, and such an environment would only encourage her to delay further.  She uttered the words to a cantrip, and began running her hands all over her body and through her hair.  The cantrip dissolved the grime and dried fluids from her body into dust which blew off into the air, refreshing her.  No where near as pleasant as a bathe of course, but it at least made her look less like the village cum dump.  Her outfit and her attitude would certainly keep her from looking too respectable of course, but at least she could go out in public without dozens of men's and a few futa's and at least two bar maids juices coating her body.<br/><br/>She slid down the stairs quietly and out the back door, not wanting to run into the tavern keeper and out onto the street of the capital city.  She drew in a lungful of fresh air and sighed.  She and her mother had lived here a long time ago, when she was a child.  But this was where she felt like she needed to be.  She'd heard a rumor about a powerful amulet that could bind demons that had been a part of an estate sale when a powerful mage had died a few weeks ago.  It might only be a rumor, but she needed to grow her powers as a sorceress, and anything that could bind a demon was of great interest to her.<br/><br/>She blinked her eyes, still feeling the sting of her hangover as the sun appeared from behind a cloud.  Now... what had that old man said?  Where was the amulet sold?  He'd mentioned a mage's guild she knew, but also some private collectors?  Or maybe she should look for work with an adventurer's guild first while she gained some coin.  She struggled hard to try to recall what it was that the old man had said, and hoped she could gain some inspiration if she thought hard enough.<strong>"Come on Omara, you hung over cum slut,"</strong>she chided herself.<strong>"Remember, you can do that, what was it the old man had said?  Stop thinking about cock for a second and just remember, yes yes!"</strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Omara Backstory</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Dosrev/characters/5375840<br/>https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/races/13339-alu-fiend<br/>https://imgur.com/Boosxe6.jpg<br/><br/><br/>Backstory for Omara ((Lustchild))<br/><br/>Some time ago a wizard of great power summoned and bound a succubus named El’van’i’gir to his will.  With protective enchantments and great force of will he bound her completely, becoming immune to her power and completely dominating her.  For a time she was his utterly dominated slave, forced to serve his every wish.  But in his hubris, he begat a child with her.  His seed taken root in her womb broke his hold, and she slew him.  But in that act she knew she could no longer harm the child inside her.  Likewise, with the half spawn of a mortal in her womb, she was free to roam the mortal realms.<br/><br/>Using her magic and guile, El’van’i’gir traveled far from the site of her summoning as the girlchild grew inside of her.  The child was born, pale of skin, horned, bedecked with long sinuous tail, as befitting a tiefling.  El’van’i’gir, under the assumed name Evee, named her daughter Omara, after the first mortal to show her mercy after she had escaped the site of her former master’s demesne<br/><br/>For a few years, Evee maintained a human guise in a large metropolotin city, pretending at being a poor widow, washing and cleaning to support her young child.  Going out and hunting for mortal lust only when she could take no more of starving herself.  She claimed that she had been raped by a demon, and the young teifling child was looked at with pity and sadness.  But always her lusts would eventually get the better of her and people would always point to the woman with the tiefling child as the source of any strange incidents.<br/><br/>It was thus that Omara grew up, moving from one place to another, hiding in plain sight, following her mother, keeping her secret, and ready to move on as needed.  At even an early age, the sound of her mother’s passions and whatever guest she was entertaining, or guests, was a frequent lullabye that sent Omara to sleep.  She knew to keep it a secret however, her mother always told her that she must never let the people know her mother’s true nature.  As a child Omara thought it a funny game.  As a girl Omara mourned the loss of friends each time they moved, but understood the necessity.  As a pre-teen Omara railed against the unfairness of their life.  But only when her first moon came upon her did Omara begin to understand her mother finally.<br/><br/>That first night that her lust overtook her, she felt as if she might die.  Her mother was gentle, but said she was too young yet, for a mortal.  That she must learn to control the raging lusts inside her, for she was half succubus, no simple teifling but some would call her an alu-fiend.  They would see her no different as the demon that her mother was.  The difference was that if she was put to torch and inquisition, she would die, unlike El’van’i’gir who would simply be sent back to the abyss.  Evee told her child Omara that she’d changed in her time in the mortal realms.  That by carrying and raising her daughter, she’d learned something most succubus never do, how to actually love.  She wanted only to be with her daughter for as long as she could, and if so would gladly give up the delights of the mortal realm and return to the abyss.  The pair were certainly not normal by any stretch of the imagination, but they were in their way, a family.<br/><br/>So it continued, for years as Omara grew, her mother teaching her and training her.  She’d displayed signs of the magical aptitude that her father had once had even as a young child, and Evee encouraged such powers and skills.  Omara struggled with her lusts, not so great as her mother, but still maddening.  Her mother strictly forbidding her to take a lover until her body was ready.<br/><br/>Then one night when Omara could stand no more, thought she would die from the lusts that raged through her, she cried out and was ready to defy her mother.  Three fingers in her smooth and sopping wet pussy, and two in her rear passage, her own tail in her mouth as she simply needed MORE.  She was ready to finally break her mother’s edict and prepared to leave the house and find a man, a woman, a futa, anyone, simply knowing that she needed.  But her mother stopped her and with a sad look, understood Omara was a woman and could wait no longer.  <br/><br/>Evee guided Omara to the bedroom and took her natural shape, disrobed her daughter slowly and carefully.  Omara trembled beneath her mother’s touch, and beneath the malestrom of need that flowed through her body.  When her mother placed her hands over her pubis and the flesh shifted, hardening and lengthening into a long, hard, veiny futa cock, Omara knew that she needed it inside her more than she needed her next breath.  Evee obliged her daughter’s need that night.  As well, the next day, and the night after, and the following days until two days had blurred and Omara could no longer move, so well fucked to exhaustion that she slept for almost twelve hours.<br/><br/>When she awoke, her mother explained Omara’s destiny.  She would stay with her mother for another year, and then they would part.  In that time Evee would do everything in her power to train her daughter, in the arcane arts as well as the sexual.  They would share lovers between them.  Then Omara would have to strike out on her own.  It would be too dangerous to have two creatures fueled by their lusts in the same place.  But she assured Omara that when she was strong enough, they would meet again, and Evee would gladly allow her daughter to place a spell of binding on her, she would become her own daughter’s servant, her own daughter’s thrall, and then they could live out the rest of Omara’s life together, however she wished.<br/><br/>The year came and went, and one morning Omara awoke to an empty apartment, her belongings and one last gift from her mother.  Garments that had been magically crafted by the mage who had summoned Evee, designed by his hand to keep her partially in thrall.  But they wouldn’t do so for Omara, for she was only half demon, and the other half was the blood of the man who had crafted them.  For her they would offer protection far beyond what the simple silk and gold should offer.  Enchantments on it would protect her flesh from some injury as well as the elements.  Omara donned them with gladness, knowing her destiny.  She would gain strength, she would grow her power, she would become a sorceress able to bind a demon.  Then she would seek out her mother, the succubus El’van’i’gir, and bind her form to her will.  Then they could be together again.<br/><br/>But while she was doing all of this, she could have some fun as well.  Right?<br/></div></div>