Forget me not

Rin was wandering down the country path, clad in his golden armour. The hero may have been short in stature, but he had already made a name for himself. From goblin camps to dragon lairs, there was nowhere he wouldn’t go to play the role of hero. Rin the Untouched people called him, on the count of not having a single sign of damage upon returning from battle. Today though, he was more relaxed than usual. He was currently on an assignment to eliminate a monster in the area. Yet he didn’t even have his sword drawn.

Because his target was an imp. The lowest of the low as far as fiends went. Normally he would have not even considered doing such a job beneath him. But he was just a couple of gold off buying that stallion he wanted. So, he approached the creature with all the caution of staring down a disgruntled tortoise. The imp wasn’t even more intimidating in person. She floated just a foot above the ground, her body not even remotely covered except for a few red ribbons around her limbs and hair. Pinkish hair to be exact, long and swaying in all directions like it was also floating. Her skin was even more pink, with her bare nipples almost red in comparison. Bare breasts floated in front of her, which if they didn’t would probably drag along the floor. They were each bigger than Rin was tall, made even more ridiculous by how skinny and short she was. Though Rin didn’t like the fact she was still taller than him.

The Imp’s eyes seemed to resemble hearts as she looked at the hero with a loud gasp. “Hey, I know you. You’re the virgin hero” said the Imp which caused Rin to grit his teeth. “My name is Rin the Untouched” said Rin which caused the Imp to put on a sad face. “I know. So sad. To have your virginity be part of your hero name is so embarrassing” said the Imp, further annoying the hero. “I am not called untouched because I am a virgin! I am called untouched because after a fight there is no sign I have even been in combat. No scars. No blood. Not even a dent in my armour” said Rin before trailing off as he realised the Imp wasn’t even listening. She was slowly rotating in the air, like she was rolling seductively on a bed.

“Going to be called Rin the Touched when I am through. Touched all over. Touch his little wee wee” said Imp which was the last straw. Rin held out his hand, causing his sword to float out of its sheath and drift into his hand. Wreathed in golden light, he pointed his blade at the Imp. “Enough. I am going to shut you up for good” said Rin as he lunged at her.

***

That was the last thing Rin remembered. Now, he was somewhere else. His eyes were shut and he could not feel the ground beneath his feet. He instinctively clenched his hand to feel the sword that was once in his grip. But it wasn’t there. Instead, he felt something soft and warm. It was everywhere he reached with both hands. A blanket perhaps? “Did that Imp cast a sleep spell on me? Certainly something I would expect from such a cowardly monster. Does that mean I am in a bed?” thought Rin before noticing something else. He was drinking something. A bottle of some sort had been lodged in his mouth, pouring its contents into his mouth. It tasted nice, but he couldn’t place it. It was sweet but wasn’t juice. Closer to milk. Strawberry milk.

That was when he finally opened his eyes. To his absolute horror, what he was drinking from and fondling with his hands was the giant breast of the Imp. Her nipple filled his mouth while his body clung onto her under boob like his life depended on it. She was still floating in the air, which explained why he wasn’t touching the ground. From over the fleshy hill of his view, he could see her devious expression. “Wakey wakey, Rin the Touched” said the Imp, her big grin struggling to contain her held back laughter.

Rin immediately let go of the breast. He hit the ground and rolled away with all the grace of an obese bulldog. Getting to his feet took several attempts, as he felt quite drained. “A sleep spell. You should have killed me when you had the chance. Instead of making do…do…I am going to kill you now!” yelled Rin as the Imp looked at him in confusion. “Sleep spell? Mr hero nodded off all by himself. My milk can make people feel sleepy. You have been drinking it for a while” said Imp as Rin responded by holding out his hand.

Yet his sword did not come to him. It was not in his sheath, but that shouldn’t have mattered. The sword was enchanted, sworn to him by holy oath. It should appear instantly when summoned. “Where is my sword?” said Rin more to the universe rather than the Imp. “Why, you sold it. Having trouble remembering” said the Imp, her smile a lot more mischievous than before. “Sold my sword? I would never” said Rin but the Imp waved her finger.

“You did. I said that it would cost you over a thousand gold to suck my boobies. You practically ran to the nearest merchant” laughed the Imp, now rolling in the air clutching her belly in glee. Rin flexed his fingers again, staring at his empty palm. “No, this must be an illusion. A trick. Why…why can’t I remember what happened after I attacked?” said Rin, prompting the Imp to raise her hand. “Oh, I can answer that. I just erased your memories up to that point” said the Imp as Rin glared at her. “A mental attack? Of course” he said before she interrupted him. “But only after you nodded off sucking on my milky titties. Which means, you have forgotten all the lovely things I did to you over the last 8 hours” said the Imp which caused Rin to pause. He looked towards the sun and saw that it was now setting.

“No, that can’t be right. I couldn’t have been sucking on your…things for 8 hours” said Rin, not quite sure whether to be angry or embarrassed. “Oh, we did far more than that, Mr Untouched” said the Imp as she pointed down at the cum stain on his trousers. “That…can’t…you put that there!” said Rin, his anger now sounding like hot air. “Ha, I guess I did” laughed the Imp, which was the last straw for Rin. He clenched his fists and slammed his knuckles together. Ruins glowed across his armour. “I am going to make you tell me where my sword is. And when I am done with you, I will no longer be a joke to you” said Rin as he lunged again.

***

It had happened again. The soft texture against his skin. The taste of milk filling his mouth. Yet there was something else pressing against him. Tight as rope yet soft in material. It was the ribbons he had seen her wear earlier. Well, wear was a strong word considering how little they covered. Bound around his limbs, back and head, he was tied to the breast. Such flimsy material should have been easy to tear. Yet he felt weak. So weak that it was taking all his strength to open his eyes. What he saw was of course the Imp. Only she was not looking at him this time. She was talking to other fiends. Succubus far taller than her and more womanly in appearance. They were no longer surrounded by green fields, but by dark ominous corridors. Lit by candle light, the demon girls were chatting so casually in the presence of a hero.

“I appreciate the armour. It will make for a fine dildo once I reforge it” said an older succubus as Imp thanked her in kind. Rin realised in that moment that his holy armour had been stripped of him. Again, an impossible feat. Only by reciting his holy vows could the armour be removed. Even if knocked unconscious, it could not be removed outside of cutting him up. That was when he felt it. An orgasm, triggered by his cock pressed deep into her tit flesh. It was an orgasm that seemed to sing through his whole body. Nerves being plucked like the strings of a harp. He couldn’t help but moan into the nipple.

“Oh, looks like your bra is awake. Did you reset him again?” said another succubus as the Imp nodded. “Sure did. Took him all the way back to 3 days ago” said Imp which caused Rin’s eyes to widen. Surely she was joking? 3 days like this? 3 days missing from his home? It was unthinkable. Imp then waved bye to her friends before entering one of the chambers on the corridor. Unsurprisingly, it was a bedroom. One that smelled worryingly familiar. A lingering memory that was not magically erased? No, it could not have been. She was lying. She had to be.

Imp clicked her fingers, causing the ribbon to loosen. Rin should have fallen onto the ground, but his mouth was locked around the nipple. “Off you pop” said the Imp as she gave her breast a shake. A loud pop signalled Rin being released as he collapsed onto the ground. It felt so cold and uncomfortable against his bare skin. His hands immediately cupped his penis, daring not to touch it due to its sensitivity. Jaw still loose and slackened as he struggled to speak.

The Imp meanwhile floated down onto the bed, using her breasts like a cushion to lean on. “Starting to believe me, human? Your mind may be wiped clean. But your body remembers” said the Imp as Rin looked up at her.

“This can’t be happening” said Rin, with zero confidence in his voice. The Imp sighed in response. “Still denying it. How about we play a game. You tell me a secret question and I will tell you the answer. Or rather, you will tell me” said the Imp as Rin struggled to his feet. If he had been his normal self, he would have refused the childish game. Condemned it as pointless, as a simple mind reading spell could render such a game useless. But he was desperate to disprove the reality she was presenting him. “My…my name is the Untouched. The people call me it. But someone specifically gave me that name” said Rin before blinking.

***

A blink and Rin was no longer on the cold stone floor. He was now laying on the bed, with two giant breasts swallowing up his body. The Imp was floating over him, her breasts covering everything from the waist down. His cock spasmed like it was struck by lightning. Hands filled with tit meat and the familiar taste of milk lingered in his mouth. “Your little sister gave you that name. She kept stuttering when saying Untouchable, so she said Untouched instead” said the Imp before Rin felt another orgasm disappear in between those breasts.

“Whoops, there goes another one” said the Imp as she leaned in closer. Her breasts were now covering more of him, cradling his head as her face got within inches of his. “Let’s try another one. What is your biggest fear?” said the Imp, deliberately squishing him in her embrace. She rocked him back and forth, smothering his face and entire body. Rin struggled to even speak as he heard the sloshing of his own spent cum between her breasts. “I…wont…” was as far he got.

***

Now he was laying in a different type of bed. A crib to be exact. A giant crib with pink reindeers dancing above him on string. Instead of armour and sword, he had a nappy and a dummy. Leaning over the crib was the Imp. Rattle in hand while her breasts spilled over the side of the crib till they floated above him. “Your biggest fear is humiliation. To be belittled and looked down on. But it doesn’t feel so bad, does it? You have already called me mommy so many times” said the Imp before squeezing her nipple. She fired a stream of milk at him, causing his body to react. Mouth opened and tongue writhed. Palms groped and cock ached. Was his body that well trained now?

A final moment of defiance filled Rin as he held open his palms. “Great goddess. Grant me the power to kill this fiend” he prayed, with everything he had he prayed. Yet there was nothing. No beam of light or pillar of holy fire. Just the Imp giggling. “Oh silly hero. You have forsaken your Goddess so many times by now. Maybe you need some proof” said the Imp as she pulled out a scroll of paper from between her breasts. “I have here a contract. If you sign it, your soul will belong to me forever. It must be signed willingly, otherwise it is useless. Even you know this, or have you forgotten?” giggled the Imp as Rin prayed. A silent prayer, not to any God in particular. He prayed he wouldn’t do it. Prayed to himself. The self he did not know. He prayed he would not submit to her again.

***

Darkness returned. Softness now on all sides. A body ravaged by so many orgasms that he was crying. The walls then opened as he saw his reflection in a mirror. There he saw the Imp just carefully parting her breasts. Deep between them he saw his helpless form. Trapped in a place most exquisite yet shameful. But his eyes were looking for the contract. A smirk filled her face as she showed it to him. His signature right on the dotted line. He did not react with a curse or scream. Just another orgasm that came as easily as blinking.

Sliding out of her cleavage like he was being born. A cum and milk coated body that lay before the Imp as she waved the contract around. “See, Rin the very much touched. All the proof you need. Question is though, how long did it take for you to sign it? In fact, how long has it been since we met on that grassy road? How many times have I wiped your memory? Maybe this isn’t even the first time you have signed a contract for me. How many? How many? Do you even want to ask? Are you scared to ask? Scared of the scary Imp?” said the Imp before Rin cummed again. She was not touching him when it happened. Her words were enough. Striking him so painfully that he could only submit. Words reduced to moans. Reason replaced with thoughtless bliss.

“Good boy” said the Imp as she gave her breast a squeeze. A surge of magic flowed from her fingers and into her tit flesh. Her nipple began to open, the milk spilling out as it did. Rin’s eyes widened as he stared into the fleshy tunnel. Amnesia did not stop him from knowing instinctively that he had been in there before. Many, many times. The nipple slipped over his head, forming a tight seal as it descended down him. The sweet taste of milk was lapped up, as if hoping he would forget even more if he drunk more. Little legs kicking out from her nipple before slurping inside. A faint outline appeared in the breast which the Imp smiled at. “You can stay in there for a while. And when I let you out, I will make you forget again. How about all the way back to when you swung that sword at me? A fresh face, ready to break all over again. Oh I can never get tired of that cute expression of yours. I don’t know what is cuter. When you are shocked or when you submit? I can’t wait to do it all again” said the Imp before sleeping on her milk filled pillows. Lulled to sleep by the rocking of her helpless hero.