Monster Girl Mommy Bad End: Alma Elma (Patreon)

Standing in the Grand Noah Colosseum Luka found himself breathing heavily. His sword felt heavy in his hand and the cheering crowd was merely a dull roar in the distance. Before him the succubus queen floated, smiling coyly at the headstrong hero standing in front of her.

He looked for an opening, but realized that he could see nothing but openings in her defense. Her bust and thighs were clearly visible, her legs squished into boots with their own thickness spilling out a little. The taunting figure seemingly reclined in the open air, waiting for Luka to make the first move. She had no guard or worry, just a relaxed demeanor that told him she wasn't a threat.

He had no other choice but to rush her, using the last of his strength to charge the waiting colosseum champion. In all the excitement he’d missed her tail flicking behind her hair excitedly, waiting for him to come at her. With a quick movement, she swept his legs, launching him into the air for the briefest of moments.

A cheer rose from the audience who watched eagerly as Luka fell. They were thrilled to see their champion taking down this upstart underdog.

Luka felt his sword fly from his grip while he was airborne and his clothes were whipped away by lighting fast movements. When he reached the peak height of the launch, there was a single still moment where he felt the breeze of the open-air pass over his naked body gently.

Then he was falling again and twisted in the air by the same force that took his clothes. Luka landed face down, caught with a knee pushing into his stomach lightly. The limb shifted beneath him, pushing his lower half up.

*THWACK* *THWACK*

A series of sharp swats landed against his bottom and a stinging pain ran through his lower half, leaving Luka to gasp a little at the treatment. Still, even though it hurt he found himself letting out a little moan at the situation.

*THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK* *THWACK*

More swats rained down, eliciting more groans.

“What an adorable little sound!” stated the figure spanking Luka.

He couldn’t see her face but was sure that same teasing smile spread over it. She'd gotten exactly what she wanted, to humiliate him in front of the crowd and play with him at his weakest.

“This is what you get for challenging the champion! You are adorable but nowhere near the level you’d need to be to face the queen of succubi.”

*THWACK* *THWACK*

Luka didn’t answer,  simply dribbling now due to the spanking, caught somewhere between pleasure and pain as his tongue lolled out and a thin stream of drool escaped his lips.

Then the swats stopped suddenly, replaced by something covering his now stinging bottom. Whatever it was it was soft and cradled his whole waist in what he could only imagine was a cloud. Effortlessly Alma Elma flipped him again, allowing him to see what covered his newly red rump.

It was a mass of padding stuffed into a crinkly plastic shell, mounding out over his body like a mountain of absorbency. It smothered an obvious erection, trapping it inside the cottony core and against himself.

Luka could also see his tormentor better now and was surprised by two things. Firstly, her smile was not teasing or sinister like he thought but instead had a certain caring quality to it. Secondly, her top had been pulled down to reveal a set of heavy breasts, each tipped with peaked nipples that leaked small dribbles of milk.

“Buh?” Luka said, feeling unable to bring forth the words to express his desires. His throat felt extremely dry as he lay cradled against the succubus and the solution was right in front of him.

Luka latched on and suckled at the wonderful fountain of creamy, slightly sweet breast milk. The flavor coated his tongue and he swallowed. Immediately Luka felt his body explode with electricity. It felt like every nerve was burning with pleasurable tingling. All the while his brain was drowning in a viscous mixture that removed all thoughts or worries.

“Oh, a fan of my milk huh? Well drink up because it’ll make you lose what little brain power you have. Given how poorly you fought it wasn’t much.”

Luka heard the words but he craved only the feelings provided by the milk and to fill his stomach with the thick ichor of Alma Elma’s breasts. His worries were quickly swept away by a tide of saccharine lactose.

“Poor baby can’t even stop can he?” Alma asked, “You love suckling from Mommy Alma, don’t you?”

The succubus watched as her captive drank and twitched, the powerful aphrodisiac effects of her milk coursing through his body and making every touch mind-bending. She brought her tail up, using the three prehensile spines at the end to grip the stiffened rod still visible through his white padding.

Luka threw his head back, seemingly overtaken by the sensation, but the whole time he remained latched onto Alma, gulping down sip after sip of her milk. Even through his full mouth, he groaned as her tail squeezed him through the padding, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body.

Her tail worked him through the padding, using the natural bulk of the diaper to smother and push his aching member closer to the edge, feeling the growing whirlwind of sexual energies as a rising pleasure built up in him.

Then she stopped, denying him that final release just before he let go.

He groaned at the ruined state of his orgasm and Alma shifted Luka, pushing her other nipple toward his mouth to continue the feeding. He latched again, greedily suckling away. Pleased with his fervor the succubus queen returned her tail to work, once again building up the poor hero’s previously interrupted emotions.

This time though she didn’t stop, allowing his moans to build and crescendo along with his body’s bucking. Within moments he reached his peak.

Luka’s member strained in the padding, spasming and leaking into the cotton core, leaving slight stains on the front. Without warning his whole body tensed, leaving him to spurt against the diaper in long powerful blasts.

As he came he felt what little intelligence he had draining away, leaving him as the price for the pleasure he was allowed to gain. First went language, then general knowledge, motor skills, and finally continence. He was left a mess in Alma’s arms, panting and gurgling incoherently with a cum stained diaper. As the crowd watched on, the succubus picked up her prize, feeling his tummy gurgle as she moved to leave the Colosseum floor.