The demoness looked down at his “hardon” and saw only his flaccid penis and laughed. “It seems your stamina was exaggerated human. Perhaps you would do better if I made you a woman.” She then reaches out and grabs Aaralon by the arm and pulls him up to his feet. Feeling the heat of her body against his Aaralon tried to will his erection back to no avail. She locked her lips around his mouth and invaded his mouth with her tongue. Then breaking free he gasped for air and watched as her drops of hot saliva dripped down his chin and he marveled at just how good she tasted. She reached down hooked her arms in the crooks of his knees and hoisted him up pressing his legs back till he was sure he heard bones creak and possibly break as she hooked his legs behind his arms folding him neatly in half. She then locked her mouth on his again and lowered him onto her massive cock.
Aaralon screamed in agony as her cock bit into him and his legs burned from the strain. As her head thrust past his sphincter and forced deeper and deeper into his bowels he realized she was probably going to kill him. Finally the pressure equalized and he knew her entire cock was within him, now he knew why she was called a pleasure demon as waves of ecstasy rocked his body overcoming all of the pain he was in. But he had pissed her off he now realized and she was pounding him with all her might and using her magic to cause her cock to swell to even greater length and girth and he was now bleeding and could feel her cock tearing him in half, all the while her tongue lengthened and was choking him causing him to suffocate. ‘At least he was enjoying his death,’ he thought as his body was ravaged her magic and power kept him in a state of pure bliss. Then he came up with the only idea he could think of, he would have to tap that power and cast a spell to leave his body. The words formed in his head and he bit her.
This caused her to pull back and smile. “So my little stupid man has a little fight left after all does he.”
This was the opening he needed, “Karak astas los kavaashios del nada bashoon!” He looked down on his ravaged form and realized it worked he was free, she may have taken his body but he had saved his soul. He wandered away in his astral form and tried to figure out what to do next. |