Nora struggled to resist the pleasure of her traitorous body as the creature's abuse of her backside threatened to trigger the warmth in her loins into an inferno of lust. She tried to reject the stimulation of its long, slimy tongue that trailed the beast's saliva between her thighs. But for all her discipline, she felt herself weakening before it.
Diriel was now lapping between Olive's thighs, the girl had her bare back pressed against the cabin wall, and seemed to have abandoned resisting the amorous advances of the demoness. Her eyes were shut, and her hands convulsively clutched the demonesses red hair. Aaralon could see that Olive's thighs were widening to allow Diriel better access to her womanhood.
Aaralon had no time to study Olive's reaction further, for the demon had stopped it's cruel torment of Nora and now reared on its hind legs, its onyx hooves hammered the floor planks with enormous mass. From the demon's crotch, its weapon slowly unsheathed before the audience like the venom laced stinger of a manticore. The demon's cock looked less like that of a human than like the large and elongated body of a maggot, translucent and sticky with a sickly white hue accentuated by the rest of the demon's black chitinous armor.
The pleasure came as much from Nora's own surrender as it did from her treacherous body. The act of admitting defeat, of wholly surrendering her will to the abyssal born demon filled her with indescribable passion. Nora found that the fear and false pretenses of her higher womanly ideals shed away from her true self as easily as clothing, and beneath, the prospect of being mounted by this abomination excited her without bounds.
On the floor beneath the beast, Nora had finally caught her breath and now gazed that the monster's phallus with unmistakeable longing in her eyes. She made as if to move, and then stopped, caught midway between revulsion and attraction toward the defilement that was about to happen to her. To Aaralon, her lust seemed to be winning out. As she finally stood before the creature, her naked body shone in a glimmering sheen of sweat and her trembling hands extended toward its pulsing white mass.
The demon, however, was in no mood to be fondled. With a hiss, it pushed the girl to the floor, and locked a set of taloned claws about her midsection, pulling her up beneath it, doggy-style. This time, Nora didn't resist. Her own hands wrapped around the talons to better support her, and she rose on her tip toes to allow the large warm throbbing mass of its cock to rest against her back. It left trail of clear, sticky residue on her smooth skin.
Nora's body was trembling in anticipation and her breath came hard. Aaralon could tell that she was completely enraptured by the beast and far beyond caring about the audience that looked on as she was ravaged. The defiance in her eyes was snuffed out and she was ready and eager to be taken by the demon.
With a growl deep in its throat, the beast entered her. It muscled hips hunched forward, feeding inches of its thick translucent phallus into the quivering magic student. Nora gasped as her body adjusted to accomodate the invasion. The exquisite fullness seemed to send every fiber of her being to humming with the power of the union. The flames of her lust were being stoked, and she hungered for more, hungered to feel the demon's erection within her womb.
Beside Aaralon, Olive made a quiet whimpering noise, as though it was she who was being penetrated by the beast. Aaralon glanced over to see the girl still pressed against the wall, Direl now had her entire fist inside Olive's womanhood, and her elbow dripped with the pirates semen and Olive's own juices.
The demon thrust with its entire body, rocking Nora as its enormity withdrew and then violently filled her again and its giant sack swung against her bare thighs with a wet slapping sound that filled the room. The extasy of mating with the demon was beyond anything she could have imagined, far beyond the puny magics that she had been taught at the magic school. Now she was being taught what true power was. Already, Nora could feel the beast's seed gather in its loins and build force as it prepared to fill her with its demonic essence.
The girl's hair flew wildly as the beast pillaged her, its ferocious animal grunting and roars shook the deck as its tail thrashed back and forth faster and faster with ever building urgency. Its yellow eyes shone savagely as it ran its tongue around and across her supple body, and meeting her own tongue as she unthinkingly opened her mouth to accept it.
The demon's muscles tensed. With a growl it thrust forward as deep as it could penetrate her, as it prepared to debase the girl.
There was no hesitation within Nora. She wanted it. She wanted everything the demon could give her. She reveled in the wickedness of the act, grinding her hips back and relaxing her muscles to allow the enormous girth of the demon to invade her deepest recesses.
And then it fired.
Olive gasped helplessly in her own climax as she saw the demon's green seed surge through its translucent phallus and into her friend's womb.
It pulsed again and again, filling Nora until there was no more room, and yet the demon's powerful muscles continued to send rope after rope of its vileness into her, stretching her body as it howled its victory.
Nora was in extacy, her body quivered and trembled as the demonic power filled her. It was all that she had hungered for. Never would she have realized this kind of power even had she studied at the magic school for a hundred years. She saviored the fullness of her defiled body, still impaled upon its cock and filled with the demon's essence.
Outside of the pentagram, Olive had collapsed into the arms of the smiling demonesses and appeared to be unconcious.
Slowly, the demon faded back to its own plane. Green demon seed flowed out of Nora's womanhood, smelling of corruption.
Crystal Gorehound pressed a warm and heavy object into Aaralon's hand, breaking him from his shocked trance. |